Description: Shenwoo faces off against the unlikely team of Whip and Luc, at SlamMasters Arena! Unfortunately for the God of Battle, though, it seems like his opponents have horseshoes stuffed up their butts. Power hits and a surprise finish lurk within! (Winners: Whip and Luc)
Tonight the arena has been set on sensory overload. The cameras are rolling, the spotlights are flared in blinding colours, and the arena is packed swollen with a screaming audience. SlamMasters Arena has been decorated for the event, the roped ring standing out in the center of the arena in a wide berth of light, looking pristine and freshly bleached of its last sets of bloodstains. Pre-fight music screeches harshly from the overhead speakers. Strobes lights flicker and seizure. And, first arriving in the thick of it, Whip finds herself thinking wherever you may end up in the world, Saturday Night Fight seems to have the same kind of smell.
Ever the punctual little soldier, Whip is the first fighter to arrive on the scene, her appearance earning her a single spotlight and some mixed, half-hearted applause and disembodied whispers of "Who?" as she strides down the arena's aisle towards the ring. Apparently she's still a bit far from international superstardom. The young woman doesn't seem to mind, paying the audience little heed as she steps up and lightly vaults herself over the ropes, stepping into the light. Dressed in her telltale tunic and breeches, her arms encased in heavy leather gloves, and her back saddled with two holsters, she crosses her booted feet and kicks back, leaning against the ropes and waiting on the rest of the fight.
"Who're the other two in this match, Voodoo?" Whip suddenly asks, pursing her mouth as she looks back at one of her holsters, eyeing it like she honestly expects an answer. "I remember reading that they're supposed to be a couple of big assholes." She considers. Then she shrugs, smiling good-naturedly. "Naw, they couldn't be all that bad."
There's something about the crazy ballyhoo that accompanies a pro wrestling match that you really don't find in any other form of combative sport, be it legitimate or otherwise; unfortunately, it's mostly the strobes and pyro and stuff, which could really mess you up if you're susceptible to that sort of thing.
Fortunately, Shenwoo is not.
The Shanghai-born berserker makes his own way down the ramp to an actual chorus of cheers and chants, because unlike Whip - and quite possibly Luc - he isn't a relative unknown; a participant in the last World Warrior tournament, a sometime regular on the Saturday Night Fight and Neo League circuits... No, the 'God of Battle' is a face recognised around the world, and he clearly glories in the attention this gets him.
When he arrives at the ring itself, Shenwoo simply steps up onto the apron, and then vaults over the top rope with remarkable ease, his unbuttoned silk shirt fluttering as he lands, briefly, and only partially, revealing the large tattoo on his back. Once there, his dark eyes turn... Towards Whip.
"So they expect me to fight somebody like you, huh?" Shen says, with a snorting laugh. "I hope you're not boring, at least. Where's the other loser they've got you partnered with, anyway?" No, he's a nice guy.
'Naw, they couldn't be all that bad.'
"GET OUT OF MY WAY, SHIT FOR BRAINS!"
The booming declaration can only be barely heard above the roaring crowds for those gathered by the arena. But the fact that it -can- be dimly heard over the roar of fans is enough of a hint to figure out just who has arrived. Angry yelling is proceeded by several SNF staffers tumbling across the entrance hall. Polished shoes lift and stomp past the fallen employees as Luc Schroedinger rubs his face, glaring behind him at the fallen duo.
"My hair is STYLISH, you stupid pricks!"
With this bold declaration made, the angry German highschooler shoves his hands into his pockets, strolling directly towards the arena. He says little afterwards; his appearance is met with a mixture of cheers and boos, both vaguely lukewarm responses going relatively unnoticed by Luc as he steps up to the ring proper. He looks towards Whip. Squints. Frowns.
"Fuck," is Luc's condemning utterance when he speaks once again, "they teamed me up with some schmuck." Luc is standing directly beside Whip as he says this, apparently having lost his ability of inner monologuing. He leans in, squints. "What kind of outfit is that? ... you're not some sort of biker dyke, are you?" A long pause, and then Luc just returns to his standing position, letting out an irritable 'hmph.'
"Whatever. Just don't suck, okay?" The German looks towards Shenwoo, and squints. "... maaaaaaaaaan... who the hell are you supposed to be?" He frowns, deeply. "This isn't gonna be fun at all."
Oh, there's the first fighter! Propping herself up with one arm, Whip waits with her infinite patience as Shenwoo makes his entrance, the sudden rip-roar of the crowd catching her attention something fast. Looks like he's going to be the centerpiece of this turkey dinner.
Looking none too sore about being the stuffing, Whip starts to smile amiably as the God of Battle lets himself into the ring, lifting a hand to wave and starting to say, "Hel--" before utter chaos and devastation and Hell is unleashed.
Shenwoo takes off his shirt, and every female (and perhaps some male) voice suddenly goes all high and shrieky and unhinged with the early symptoms of Loinus Fireitis. "OH MY GOOOOD I LOVE YOU SHENWOO!" one redheaded girl screams in particular.
Whip just cringes around broken eardrums and sound barriers, squeezing one eye shut and peeking down at the fallen shirt. Then up at that muscled, tattooed back. She's not too sure what she's supposed to be seeing. Maybe she missed it. Then the tattoo disappears from sight as Shenwoo rounds on her, looking the young Ikari disinterestedly up and down and introducing himself as... a big asshole.
Her eyelids droop a little. Whip looks less than amused. She starts to respond -- but finds herself suddenly cut off by the SLAM of SNF personnel getting thrown every so way, and Luc arriving in their wake, declaring himself on the scene with a pointed look her way and a very diplomatic, "Fuck."
At this point, Whip is just facepalming. "Couldn't be that bad, she says..." she mumbles to herself, long-suffering, before she just lets it all go in an absolving sigh, uncovers her face, and straightens up. The sooner this finishes, she sooner she's out of here. And then -- "What?" she finds herself peering back at Luc, her expression a very innocent kind of surprise when he accuses her clothes of... "D-dyke?!" Frowning, she looks down at herself, running self-conscious hands down her belted tunic. She doesn't see anything wrong. "No! It's vintage! You've never heard of the North African Campaign? The Desert Front? World War II? ...A war?"
Whip sighs a second time. Her infamous patience stays true. She smiles warmly. "Mind if I start this off, boys?" she asks, very nicely, very politely, as she reaches up and over her shoulder, grabs a monstrous-looking Desert Eagle, and levels it to try to fire point blank on Shenwoo. The deafening shot BOOOOMS echoes off every wall.
COMBATSYS: Whip has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Shenwoo has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Whip
COMBATSYS: Luc has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Whip 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Luc
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COMBATSYS: Whip has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Whip successfully hits Shenwoo with Desert Eagle.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Luc
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|-------\-------\0 Whip
What the hell is going on, people are crazy.
Anyway, it's true, Shenwoo does end up doffing his shirt entirely, cracking his knuckles by sheer tension as he flexes his hands as he focuses a wide, wolfish grin with more than a hint of madness at the Ikari Warrior, when of course the whole situation is disrupted by two explosions: One, the whole crazy fangirls (and possibly boys too, yes) thing, and two, the arrival of one Luc Schroedinger.
Something seems... Familiar about the kid. Shen, however, can't quite place it.
"Took the words right out of my mouth, you weak loser," Shenwoo replies to the Pacific Resistance member, though the taunt is delivered without /too/ much venom; trash talking is important, you know. But before the self-styled 'God of Battle' can say much else, he gets shot. What the hell?
Trying to duck out of the way, Shenwoo is caught flat-footed and takes the brunt of the blast, which... Hardly seems to dent him at all, besides knocking him off balance. "A /gun/? You brought a stupid /gun/?!" he demands, before rushing directly at Whip, full-tilt, heedless of his uncertain balance, and when he gets close enough to the mysterious soldier he just hauls off and tries to slug her in the face.
Really, really frickin' hard.
Whip speaks. Luc squints. Just -squints-. 'North African Campaign' and 'Desert Front' go completely over his head. By some miracle, even Luc isn't dense enough to not know what 'World War II' is. But he still squints.
"... Fuck that," he decides after a long moment, "you weren't in World War II, you dumb shit! Stop lying out your ass!"
And that's the end of that.
Luc offers a half-lidded stare at Shenwoo as he speaks, lips pulling into a tight frown. "... Just try and keep up, assho--" but whatever else Luc might have said is cut off as Whip... fires a gun. A -gun-. A gun, in a -fight-. Luc stares on, wide-eyed. And then his eyes snap towards Whip. He looks disbelieving. Perhaps shocked she'd use a gun? Or...
"What the shit is that supposed to be?! Start acting serious, you lesbo!"
... that.
The moment that Shenwoo blasts forward to punch Whip as only Shenwoo can punch, Luc is flinging -himself- forward with reckless abandon, energy exploding all around him as he twists through the air. His right leg, encased in a corkscrew of black-blue flames, whips out, attempting a spinning kick to the side of Shenwoo's face... where all that energy will just -spiral- out in a sudden, explosive burst.
"C'MON AND FIGHT, JACKASS!!!"
COMBATSYS: Whip dodges Shenwoo's Strong Punch.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Luc
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|-------\-------\0 Whip
The Desert Eagle smokes like a pair of newlyweds on their wedding night, held teasingly by the young Ikari's right hand. Smirking sharply, she aims Shenwoo a playful wink, reaching back to holster her weapon... just in time for him to spring forward.
Whip's senses sharpen the instant the God of Battle moves, her dark eyes narrowing, reading his body language and -- widening, as she's suddenly fluent to that killer punch she sees coming. He's fast, but this time she's just a breath faster, sidestepping quickly out of the way as Shenwoo's fist gets violent on thin air. And standing parallel to his arm is that young woman, still unruffled and smiling curiously. "I brought a lot more than that," she promises amiably. And she isn't lying.
A ROAR and a heartbeat later, Luc Schroedinger is introducing himself eloquently into the fight, his "hello sir, how fare you this fine eve," in the form of a foot and his explosive chi. Doing her best to ignore the aforementioned's comments, Whip takes advantage of the demolition lightshow to reach quickly on her own person, drawing a wicked-looking knife and trying to coordinate a quick, deep swipe of the blade, a quiet little attempt of an attack within Luc's fury. Stepping away again as not to get caught in the mess, she calls after, "Try to pick up the pace, Blondie!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo dodges Whip's Medium Strike.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Luc
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|-------\-------\0 Whip
COMBATSYS: Luc successfully hits Shenwoo with Tyrant Strike.
- Power hit! -
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Luc
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|-------\-------\0 Whip
"Heh," chuckles Shenwoo quietly, as Whip manages to avoid his punch; looks like this might not be totally boring, after all. The combined attacks of both the other fighters present an interesting and sticky situation for the God of Battle, though he hardly seems concerned, as he just slips out of the way of the sudden knife slash from Whip, who so far is doing a terrible job of living up to her name, and runs right into Luc's attack.
This proves to be poorly chosen.
The energised kick strikes home powerfully, rocking Shenwoo to the side and nearly throwing him off-balance, though it also has the net effect of drawing the berserker's full attention to the German, that wide, feral grin pulling wider, somehow. "You... You're pretty interesting," Shenwoo says, pleased that both opponents seem to offer up at least /something/ worth his while.
So naturally, Shenwoo follows this by rearing back for a moment, then lunging forward in a violently fast movement, twisting to swing his left fist out in a vicious punch aimed right at Luc's face, with all that tremendous speed he seems to get from nowhere at all. "GRAAAAAAAAAH!!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo successfully hits Luc with Gekiken.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Luc
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|-------\-------\0 Whip
"Pretty interesting?" Luc echoes, squinting as he lands from his maneuver.
"So shut up and SHOW ME WHAT YOU'VE GOT, THEN!!"
And so Shenwoo does, with one viciously powerful punch to the head. But... Luc doesn't even -try- to move out of the way. The German berserker makes no effort to attempt, seeming all too happy to just brace himself and take it all -- and so he does.
One explosive punch later, Luc Schroedinger finds himself rocketing through the air as if he weighed about as much as a pillow. Blood flings from his lips as Luc accidentally chomps down on his cheek. His back slams against the arena ropes, the elasticity of the ring boundaries stretching before the momentum dies, and Luc falls against the ground. Silence. And then...
"... hah... hahaha... hahaha HAHAHAHA!! THAT'S REALLY GOOD!!" Luc is just as suddenly off the ground as he blasts towards Shenwoo, green eyes full of life and fury. Leaping through the air, his right hand lances out in an attempt to grip Shenwoo by the head. And, if he should... he'll just as suddenly YANK to the side and then SLAM his left palm into the God of Battle's gut, to unleash a sudden, burning -burst- of black-blue fire. "GRAAAAAAAAAGH!!"
"Hey, nice one!" Whip calls happily to Luc the instant after his attack connects, flaring the Pacific High boy an approving thumbs-up. His previous comments notwithstanding, she's already seemed to have forgotten them entirely. It's called being nice. They should try it sometime!!
Her knife pocketed once more, her dodged attempt to shiv Shenwoo a new one already shrugged away, she keeps her eye on the fight, looking very reluctant to even accidentally get in the way of Luc's chi. With the decision to switch to long-ranged attacks unless absolutely necessary, Whip finally lives up to her namesake as she reaches towards her second, larger holster and draws a long bullwhip, letting it uncoil and hit the floor of the ring in a heavy, leathery thump.
And utilizing that epic patience of hers, Whip waits for her moment to strike. She doesn't have to wait long. In the wake of Luc's second attack, whether or not it hits, she's aiming for the trajectory Shenwoo may find himself predisposed, a sudden CRACK! hinting at what's to come. Her whip, Voodoo, strikes forward by her intricate direction, aiming to try to snare the God of Battle by the throat. If she manages to connect, the Ikari suddenly, and rather brutally, wrenches on the line as she propels herself violently forward, launching into the air and twisting, seeking to meet Shenwoo with a kick straight at the face.
COMBATSYS: Whip successfully hits Shenwoo with Strength Shot - Yuuetsu.
- Power hit! -
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COMBATSYS: Shenwoo endures Luc's Bursting Slam.
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|=------\-------\0 Whip
Sometimes, Shenwoo just isn't that good at fighting off multiple opponents.
As both Whip and Luc attack simultaneously, Shen stands his ground and tries to weather /both/ hits, though this proves to be a bad idea as he wasn't really expecting what Whip had in mind. He gets caught by the throat, and used as a point of leverage for Whip to pull herself at him and kick him right in the face...
Directly into Luc's attack.
His head caught now, he gets pulled off-balance and then struck in his bare, tightly muscled gut with that burst of chi-fire, the blow staggering him but...
"Weak!!" Shenwoo complains loudly. "Get that pathetic garbage outta here!" And, for a second time, the God of Battle lunges directly at Luc, this time trying to strike before the German can recover from his own attack. And this time, Shenwoo is moving faster. Much, much faster.
Blurring in and out of sight, Shen lunges fist-first at Luc, his apparent repeat of his previous attack clearly all around more deadly and dangerous, a shockwave of pure power riding on his fist as he seeks to simply drive Luc out of the ring entirely with one awe-inspiring, thunderous strike. "SHYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
COMBATSYS: Luc Toughs Out Shenwoo's Zetsu! Gekiken!!
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Whip speaks. Luc doesn't even hear what she says, but his response is almost rapid-fire.
"How about DOING SOMETHING USEFUL instead of JABBERING LIKE A RETARD, -RETARD-?!"
Luc Schroedinger is a team player.
But any sensible conversation or witty banter is lost the very moment that Shenwoo -propels- himself into Schroedinger's attack. The green-eyed berserker's gaze snaps open -wide- in shock. And then... his lips twist into a frown. Blasting Shenwoo, the German lands, staring pointedly at Shenwoo as he roars. The berserker flings himself at lightning speed, faster than anyone could keep up with... and Luc's lips contort into an angry snarl. His eyes bulge wide. "What are you doing..." Black chi flares around his body.
"... COMING AT ME WITH THAT WEAK SHIT!!?"
And then, Luc FLINGS himself forward. The sheer force of Shenwoo's attack is met preemptively by Luc's -face- as he launches himself straight into the Zetsu! Gekiken with a lunatic's roar. There is a distinct crack of bone that Luc doesn't even seem to acknowledge, blood flinging from his lips... as he laughs. Black chi EXPLODES all around him, buffering him and dulling the pain. But he simply... doesn't feel it. He just ignores the snap of bone and the splitting of flesh as he lifts one, brilliantly glowing violet hand.
"Get the -FUCK OUT-! HRAAAGH!!"
It's all instantaneous. Luc is struck, and he instantly slams -downward-, PUNCHING the arena floor. Violet lines split out in a cross section, and then EXPLODE upwards into massive walls of black, blue and violet chi. These all begin spinning rapidly, threatening to sweep up Shenwoo in their wake as they rotate in a rapidly blurring storm of power that all just RUPTURES in an explosion to spit Shenwoo out and away with burning power -- leaving Luc crouched and panting in the subsiding fury.
"... maaaan... why the fuck does my jaw hurt?"
"Probably because you use it too much," Whip helpfully supplies, peering over at Luc with a smile as warm as a mug of hot chocolate. In the wake of her last attack, now she hangs out by the ropes, sitting atop the highest one with her weapon looped over her shoulder, her feet deliberately off the ground that moment Luc had driven his fist down. She keeps a wide berth from the lot of it. She doesn't like chi. Not so much. They don't get along.
Squinting, her free hand pulled up to visor her eyes from the painful light that burns off all that chi, Whip gives Luc some helpful advice. "That's a lot of yelling. You oughta lighten up a bit, kid. Food would taste better."
Then she turns her attention back to the fray, not at all sore that both cheerful guys have narrowed their attention at each other. Whip is as practical as she is patient. There's a time for everything. And right about now should be hers once more, as she moves briskly, recoiling and lunging acrobatically off the ropes and curling through the air, giving herself enough height to miss getting caught in the last explosive blast. Through the reprisal of Luc's chi, Voodoo returns, the whip reaching to its full length from a twist of the Ikari's arm. It spirals towards Shenwoo and arcs, trying to cut across him in a stinging lash, then gone again the instant her heeled boots hit the ground. Whip calls her whip back momentarily, anchoring it and twisting, using her own arms as pinions to guide the leather back, it length returning in quick, successive strikes.
COMBATSYS: Whip successfully hits Shenwoo with Boomerang Shot.
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COMBATSYS: Luc successfully hits Shenwoo with Demiurge Trigger.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Luc
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|==-----\-------\0 Whip
Sometimes, things just don't go your way. Not even when you're the 'God of Battle'.
Today, it seems, the former street tough wasn't up to the task of dealing with two opponents at once... Instead, he gets caught between both attacks, the massive surge of chi from Luc and the lashing whip from, uh, Whip. Seriously, what's with that name? Why couldn't she be called Nancy or something?
"Keh... Hah..." breathes Shenwoo raggedly, badly battered by the combined assault. "Well... 'least you two didn't bore me," Shenwoo allows, before suddenly lunging at Luc. His movements are slowed from all the damage he's taken, but the berserker lifts his foot and seeks to bury it in Luc's gut in a single vicious blow, before throwing his weight forward in a downwards punch, aimed to drive Luc into the canvas. He can't win, but hey... He can at least take Luc /with him/. "GRAAAH!!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Luc interrupts Fusen Kyaku from Shenwoo with Random Weapon.
- Power hit! -
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In the aftermath of all Luc's rage and fury put forth into one loud and powerful blast, the German stands, taking in deep breaths and leveling a glare at the battered Shenwoo. The Pacific student staggers backwards, closer to Whip. He looks to her. Frowns. His eyebrow twitches.
"'Food would taste better'? /'Food would taste better'/? What... the hell does that even mean?! Are you trying to make fun of me?! Idiot!" As Luc rants on and on, Shenwoo is getting up. The young man barely even notices at first, so invested in he in yelling at Whip. But, as Shenwoo rips forward, Luc's eyes narrow... and he lashes out, to grip Whip by the wrist.
"Let's see how GOOD TASTES FOR YOU AFTER THIS, YOU BITCH!"
He doesn't even know what that insult means.
But he feels proud of himself.
He even emphasizes it as he gives a sudden -yank- to take his 'teammate' by surprise, intending to whip Whip through the air. Shenwoo's foot makes contact the exact instead that Luc swings his new makeshift bludgeon with every intention of SLAMMING Whip, face-first, into Shenwoo's face.
*WHAMMO*
The exact moment that Whip makes bludgeoning contact with Shenwoo, Schroedinger releases, the sheer power of Shenwoo's blow forcing him off his feet, into the air, and -slamming- into the arena ropes with a brutal cough. The air is forced from his lungs, and he hacks and wheezes as he strikes the ground with a whud. His vision blurrs. But he looks pleased.
"World War II... my... ass..."
To Whip, food tastes like.... well, an awful lot like Shenwoo.
One moment, the Ikari Warrior is merely minding her own business, trying to bleed her opponent raw with scissory whipstrikes in front of live television. And the next... for all the things she could have ever done in her life, not all of them combined could ever prepare her for something like this.
Luc grabs her wrist, the young woman only having enough time to widen her eyes with surprise, before he flings her savagely forward, snapping her body out in an ironic parody of her name to strike Shenwoo dead on. She intercepts the God of Battle straight in his tracks.
A moment later, the two seek to potentially end up in a tangle on the floor of the SlamMasters Arena, live television capturing their two bodies lying heart to heart, collarbone to collarbone, lips to lips--
Whip's eyes are very, very wide. Her pupils stand out in the tiniest of pinpoints.
She looks like she doesn't know what to do. Like this was probably her first ever kiss in all her years of living.
And it is.
A minute later, she tears herself away, blushing furiously as she tries to pull herself quickly, so very apologetically off Shenwoo, blinking furiously and rendered quite unable to look the God of Battle straight in the eye. Shakily, she pulls herself up to stand, her trusty weapon in tow, half-forgotten in her right hand. "I.." she stutters, "I..."
She pauses. "--YOU," Whip corrects, her voice suddenly changed, darkened, and thickened with fury. She turns a sudden, jerky glance on Luc, rage unfurling across her dark eyes, all that epic patience of hers shot to shit. Without warning, she stalks forward, cutting furious steps across the ring, storming straight up to the German boy to try to wring a fistful out of his collar, to wrench him up to eye-level. She has surprising strength. "You... son of a bitch! You wanna get mean, freak?! Let's get fucking mean!"
There, she tries to shove him, just far enough to let Voodoo cut into this dance. Her right arm pulls up sharply, that lethal whip of hers trying to cut multiple, painful grooves across his body.
COMBATSYS: Luc blocks Whip's Strength Shot - Chikara.
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Slowly, very slowly, Luc Schroedinger drags himself back up onto his feet. Still coughing from the blow Shenwoo leveled against his gut, the German grips onto the back of his neck and rolls his head, cracking joints in an irritable scoff.
"We done already? ... Man. This was such a waste--"
The ever-belligerant Pacific student is cut off the second that Whip suddenly shoots a dark glare in his direction with that very decided 'YOU.' Luc's gaze turns, and he levels a squinting stare at the whip-wielding Ikari mercenary. He frowns. His frown only gets -worse- when he finally finds himself gripped and yanked -forward- by the angry girl. Luc fortunately doesn't voice his opinions on Whip's man-like strength. Instead, he looks surprised as he is suddenly -ripped- forward. Surprised... and angry.
"... What the fuck did I do?!"
Luc never really gets an answer to a question that really shouldn't require an answer. In the next second, he's shoved away from Whip, stumbling backwards. In the next, that whip snaps through the air with a brutal crack. Another second... and Luc's forearms are suddenly snapping up, smacking away each strike with a look of rage and anticipation. Cuts bite against his arm, leaving painful red welts. He doesn't seem to notice. "You wanna FIGHT, you freaky lesbo?! Fine!!"
And with that, Luc RUSHES forward, muscles straining in a sudden -explosion- of speed. His right arm cocks backwards... and then just -slings- out in a sweeping elbow strike, seeking to just -jam- it into Whip's nose with a sudden dispersal of fiery black-blue chi.
"LET'S FIGHT, JACKASS!!"
COMBATSYS: Whip blocks Luc's Medium Punch.
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"You call this a fight, you miserable excuse?!" Whip spits back, her words snarled, her teeth flared in unrestrained fury. Her patience is long lost, and it won't be coming home all that soon. She doesn't remember ever being so furious at anyone -- at anything -- and she knows for certain, now, that she's not going to have any peace until she beats the blood out of this bastard.
Seeing red, she doesn't even try to angle herself away from his punch, only moving one arm up in a firm sweep to accept and dismiss his elbow in a simple, practised motion. His chi crawls up and burns against the thick leather glove that secures up to her elbow, the heavy material blocking some of the pain that leaks from that deluge of power he carries. Whip also knows how to ignore the hurt. Especially when it matters.
Her blocking arm suddenly becomes a grab, trying to snag Luc by the inside of his elbow. "Call this a lesson," she continues dangerously, her voice low and level but steeped with outrage. "It's called what happens when you don't have a shred of fucking manners!"
She twists suddenly, trying to interject her own leg between them, attempting to catch Luc under the jaw with a booted roundhouse.
COMBATSYS: Luc endures Whip's Light Kick.
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"Miserable excuse? What kind of insult is that?! I bet you think you're smart, don't you?" The German snarls out the moment his elbow crashes against Whip's arm instead of her nose. Not exactly what he wanted, but Luc probably doesn't even remember what he was going for at this point, so lost is he in his rage.
Of course, this means he doesn't even -try- to maneuver out of Whip's way as he arm suddenly twists to grab him. Locked into her grasp successfully, Luc just glares... and grins one intense, bloody grin. "Manners? What the hell are you talking about? How about you just -shut up- about such -worthless crap-..."
The roundhouse comes, cracking into Luc's already injured jaw painfully. His head snaps to the side, but... there's too much give. Luc moves -with- the hit, snapping through the air in a sudden spiral... as a crackling lance of chi forms in his hand. Blood flies -- but Luc's still smiling.
"... and STOP HITTING LIKE A -LITTLE GIRL-!"
One fling, and Luc launches off that spear just before he hits ground shoulder-first. The lance impacts the arena floor just before Whip, and then... disappears? For a second, there's nothing.
And then a MASSIVE gout of burning, black-blue chi EXPLODES from the very arena ground beneath Whip to engulf her in one EXPLOSIVE burst.
"Guh... Dumb shit!!"
COMBATSYS: Luc successfully hits Whip with Uberlastung Lanze.
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|=------\-------\0 Luc
> /////////////// ]
|=======\-------\0 Whip
A calmer Whip is a much more strategic Whip. But right now she's too far gone. Too far lost it. Too far pissed off to think about anything but the right now. Luc has embarrassed her beyond belief and she expects payment for it, cut from his own flesh if need be.
It's for those reasons, when a spear seems to coalesce straight out of thin air, chi materializing into a crackling, wicked-looking weapon. Aimed straight at her. Her dark eyes look at it once, only once, but soon enough, Whip is staring straight back on Luc. Her frown takes on a stubborn edge. She's not going to move a single inch. She's prepared to take every last bit of it.
And Whip is very quickly reminded why she hates chi. Caught in the sudden rising explosion of chi, she lets him go and is disappeared into it, for the longest time submerged inside that terrible energy that goes off like gunpowder -- or worse.
A heartbeat later, her smoking body skids free from the last blast, hitting the ropes with a snap of her head and slamming harshly against the floor.
Pissed off as she is, she's got to give it to him. The Pacific Resistance fighter knows how to pack a whallop. After a moment, Whip seethes, bracing herself with a shaking, gloved hand, the other wiping blood off her face as her tattered-uniformed body tries to move past the pain. Rising to her feet, her bleary eyes fasten back on Luc. Her bleeding mouth crooks sharply at one corner.
"I'll show you how a girl can hit..." she gravels back in a low, ragged promise, her left fist already clenching into a fist. An instant later, and with a fierce snarl, the Ikari soldier is charging back towards Luc, racing straight at him with his mirrored look of blind violence on her face. She hooks back her left arm, and with all the power in her body, tries to SLAM her gloved fist straight at the German's throat.
"Just -- SHUT UP ALREADY!"
COMBATSYS: Whip successfully hits Luc with Strong Punch.
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|====---\-------\0 Luc
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|=======\-------\1 Whip
Luc's taken quite the beating this fight. Clobbered by Shenwoo and now by Whip.
Which is probably why he looks so pleased.
Rolling across the ground, the angry German comes to an ultimate stop just as Whip makes her landing. Letting out a groan, Schroedinger pulls himself up, rubbing his jaw irritably and shooting at glare Whip's way. "Weak shit like that isn't gonna do it," he remarks off-handedly. Schroedinger shoves a hand into his pocket, levels a glare at Whip... and then watches as she suddenly comes at him with a sluggish left hook. He frowns.
"Like that's gonna do an--"
-CRACK-
"yhlkggk!!"
The -force- of the punch sends Luc clear off his feet. Spinning through the air, the teenager's expression contorts in pain and annoyance. His vision goes dark for a brief moment, but with a shake of his head -- Luc gives a bloodied grin.
"Thfft's bgktr!!"
Words barely strangle out of an abused throat as Luc lands, punches the ground... and collapses. A second later, a series of black-blue chi gouts explode from the ground, ripping a path -- straight for Whip. One last effort... before Luc collapses, completely out of it.
Stupid girls.
COMBATSYS: Luc can no longer fight.
> //////////////// ]
|=======\-------\1 Whip
COMBATSYS: Whip slows Aufruhr Gemetzel from Luc with Desert Eagle.
> //////////// ]
|=======\=------\1 Whip
Whip hits worse than she looks. For such a small, lean little thing, the Ikari Warrior is pretty damn strong.
And she gets her chance to prove it.
Her fist hits him point-black, with Luc Schroedinger's throat forced to absorb every bit of power in her arm. Her hand hurts like hell, but it was totally worth it. After all, Whip got him to finally shut up.
She backs up, Luc's savage grin gone unreplied, the young woman only choosing to fix him with an irritated, disinterested look. However, half of her expression is a hidden watchfulness, not yet disregarding the fighter enough to doubt his reprisal to her last strike. And he doesn't let her down. With his little remaining strength, the boy slams his fist again straight into the arena floor, the familiar move already bringing distasteful crook to her mouth.
"Chi," Whip mutters. "Why'd it have to be chi?"
An instant later, the floor opens up, a vein of chi breathing to life and beginning to race quickly towards her. She has less than seconds to act. She could try to get out of the way. She could steel herself and take the burden. Or she... could just have enough of this shit.
Whip narrows her eyes, reaches for her holster, and in a smooth, practised movement, draws her Desert Eagle right on the spidering chi. She takes a heartbeat to aim, then fires, straight on it, hitting the chi square like someone would blast off the lit and racing fuse to a stick of dynamite. But her trick does the opposite. Hot steel and fierce kinetic energy slams against that coursing power. And it sets it off about ten seconds to impact.
Turning her face to shield herself, Whip's quick thinking earns her the peripherals of the explosion than the eye of it, her body forced backwards into a teetering stagger, and her unusual clothes seared and burned all the more. Finally the blast dies down, and she looks back, bloody, bruised, burnt, battered, but still braced for more.
Whip exhales, gathering Voodoo to loop over her arm, her dark eyes scissoring down to fix the much more silent Luc with a steady glare. She seems to consider him a moment. Then she shakes her head.
"...Assholes." She decides as she storms off the ring.
COMBATSYS: Whip has ended the fight here.
Log created on 18:11:37 03/17/2008 by Shenwoo, and last modified on 02:09:41 03/21/2008.