Description: In the city of Damascus, three fighters square off, given a city block with which to play. ...unfortunately, Rolento decided he just wanted to play inside one building. Inside: one angry Russian, one grenade-happy ex-soldier and one Saikyo-Ryu master in penguin underwear. Or IS he..? (Winners: Dan and Grigori)
Urban warfare; This is not Rolento's speciality, although to say he is anything but top tier in the world would be a terrible mistake. It merely means he is within the breadth of mortals, if not nearly matched by either of the men being presented to him by Geese. It's been some time, and the only reason he has broken his long vigil is his opponent. Grigori is a very interesting man, although Dan is essentially a non-factor. Less then an insect! A sleek helicopter has been chugging around the skyline for some time, herald to his unseen presence. Although the myriad cameras and lights show that this is indeed a televised event. The battle would officially begin, with no visible sign of Rolento ever arriving. So far, they only have a short video of one distant camera witnessing him grapple down from a line. ...at this rate, they'll have to cut a lot of time. He must be waiting for his prey to prowl.
An insect? Dan. Pfah. That's what fools think. Rolento is one of these fools obviously, for even though Dan has no idea that Rolento feels that way about him his huge grin as he comes from a syrian corner market adjacent to the closed off city block shows that he is beyond reproach in terms of what future scholars will go so far as to call 'Dantasticallity'. What was he in the market for? A very good question that has important bearings on the fight to come up. It's a snocone. In the Damascan heat it is quickly becoming a paper filled cup of pink juice, but it still is a snocone nonetheless. The best snocone. It reflects the inner quality of Dan Hibiki himself by being the best, for he is the best. Like Run DMC said, 'Sucka MCs should call me sire.' It's just a fact of life.
And then there is Grigori.
Despite the god-awful heat that bears down on the clay-colored city block, the former Spetznas seems unaffected. With broad arms crossed over an equally-broad chest, the man stands at the heart of Damascus in front of the large, somewhat impressive fountain positioned in the center of a wide roundabout. He waits, his attentions only distracted by a black helicopter that circles the sectioned-off potion of Damascus.
His response is little more than a distantly-annoyed grunt, pale blue eyes narrowing dangerously.
A soft snort follows shortly after, eyes snapping shut as the Russian turns to look elsewhere, arms dropping from his chest. They ease comfortably into the pockets of his jeans, shoulders slacking as he casts his attention elsewhere. And the first thing he spies is a man in pink.
A man in pink.
Pink.
Deadpan, the Russian stares down Hibiki as he approaches, blue eyes never once drifting away. And only when Dan is within a reasonable earshot does Grigori tip his head back and chin up, a scowl crossing his sharp face.
"Ah ha, is funny stuff." The Russian snorts.
"You cannot be the man here I was scheduled to fight against in this...Saturday Nights Fight? You are no soldier, Rozovuy." Whatever that means. The surly Russian doesn't look the sort to clarify or explain anything. Instead, his lips draw further across his face, a flash of teeth offered to Dan.
"Rozovuy, you must be Dan Hibiki. One condition:" The Russian lifts his hand and extends a single finger.
"Do not get in my way. Vy ponimayete meniya?" He pauses, eyeing the man in pink carefully before he draws his lips thin across his face.
"Do you understand me?"
Near the fountain is where Rolento has stationed himself as well; Settled in one of the vacant rooms on the third floor, in an area devoid of cameras due to not even the slightest possibility of action being here. After all, even a reasonable area set aside cannot be completely accommodated without a live crew. And no crew would remain alive with Rolento nearby, for too long. He's heard the Russian, and finally decides it prudent to make initial contact. His own preparations have been set, after all. Pulling out a simple black remote, one red button is pushed. And the story above him bursts into flames, eruption of heat and fire surging through the windows and sending a hail of glass and bent shrapnel raining on Grigori and Dan. Such a thing had to have been planted. It's a subtle message that one might understand. 'I am here!!'
Dan looks at the russian man with a bemused look on his face before he holds up another snocone in purple, this one however having melted into juice long before, "Uh, yeah I'm Dan. You must be Grigori. I got you a snoco---" it looks like Dan notices its fate, "Heh. I got you a grape soda. And hey, you stay out of my way I'll stay out of yours. I'm here to make things look awesome. You two warhorses can do whatever the hell you want but when I'm out there doing my thing, right? When I'm out there showing what real style can be, right? You just, well you just relax and take it easy because the people aren't watching for you and Rolento's uggo faces, they're watching for the man in pink."
He turns towards the cameras still holding the snocones, "SAIKYO BABY, WHERE YOU AT?!? WHOLE CITY'S BEHIND US! Y'SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Christ, fight hasn't even begun and Dan's already being Dan. Coincidentally, when he says Y'shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa the explosion that Rolento makes happens so turning it into BITCHIN' PYROTECHNICS HELL YES!
At the proffered cone, Grigori stares long and hard. All the man can see is purple liquid sitting at the bottom of a paper cup that looks completely unappealing to the Russian. It doesn't help he's being given a treat by another man--in pink. His mouth opens, as he begins to speak to the Saikyo master about the 'grape soda' he brought. But he's cut off.
Did...Dan Hibiki just talk back to the Russian. The expression on Grigori's face is one of confusion, before he shakes his head lightly, before he stares back down at the man in pink. There is no way this guy--in pink--just told Grigori to stay the hell out of HIS way.
Again, Grigori begins to speak, but he is once again cut off by Hibiki, who begins to yell incoherently, just as an adjacent building's top floor erupts in a plume of smoke, flames and shattered glass. Grigori recoils, an arm lifting up and shielding his eyes as he watches the mess, otherwise ignoring Dan as he y'shaa's to his newfound pyrotechnics. The Russian scowls, meanwhile.
"Sukin syn," the man curses in a low tone, as his begins to cautiously descend from his forehead. Lifting both hands, he dusts off what glass had littered his bulky frame, pale blue eyes half-lidded angrily as he looks to that destroyed story high above.
"Get out here and fight, coward!!" the Russian bellows. If that's how Rolento is going to say hello, then Grigori will just be a bit more forward in this sortie. Blue eyes snap to Dan immediately after before he shouts, "Rozovuy!! Where is he?"
"..." Rolento doesn't much care to being called a coward, yet in this circumstance it doesn't rise his ire. He must of thought too highly of this man's potential. To expect a fair, upfront fight... such is the ultimate showing of useless naivety. With that, he drags something close to him with a rasp, and yanks open the wooden box. Connections to geese have benefits. And not just the ones Shihong reaps. Pulling out long strings of grenades, a cord rips out the pins in tandem, before he hurls it out the window. It's likely seen which it came from, but that doesn't make the ridiculous string of concentrated explosions utterly destroying the fountain any less big, water and chunks of ceramic and stone sent all over the nearby block. A second later, another string comes out, then another, ravaging the street. They'll just have to flee, or come inside!!
"What the hell?!?" Dan is clearly aware of his surroundings as things start exploding everywhere. What he at first thought was fireworks provided by SNF's totally awesome film crew turn out to be real life explosives. As the fountain blows up he throws the snocones into the air, the purple one of course adding its own liquid to the water that sprays around, while the pink one travels towards a safe spot of the street.
Dan races it, curling into a ball and rolling like a tire as he dodges explosion after explosion with the fine handling of a german automobile. He pops out of his roll under the snocone and swallows it up before he points to the building and says, "They're coming fr--AAAAAAAAH DAMN!"
Brain freeze.
Whatever the USPL Commander's opinion of Grigori, the man could care less. He did not throw himself to the corporate dogs for a game of hide and go seek with the mad soldier; no, the Russian sought one thing in Damascus: to have himself a good fight. But the USPL Commander has to be so goddamned difficult...
Before Grigori can truly mull and lament over this lackluster turnout, it would seem that the USPL Commander has ideas of his own. Out of his peripherals, the Russian catches sight of something high above, to which he expectedly turns his attention. The string of grenades and explosives hit the fountain with a loud splash. And a moment later--another angry explosion.
Like the Saikyo master, Grigori darts away, flames licking at his back as he too hightails it away from the fountain, now in pieces. The explosions seem unending, but the Russian does not concern himself with the distraction; instead, pale eyes fix on the building, as Dan...rolls right for it. At least until he's hindered by a brain freeze, but Grigori has a solution to that. He grabs the man in pink by his scruff and drags him along.
"COME ON!!" the angry man roars, stomping like an angry bull into the building. If Rolento wanted them inside, well.
He's got it.
And Dan is immediately dropped upon entering.
"Alright, where is he?" the man growls, before spying a staircase. Icy blue eyes widen considerably before his lips pull back in a shark-like grin, eyes promptly narrowing. "Heh. Come on, Rozovuy!!" the man calls to Dan. He says nothing more; instead, the large Russian just ascends the staircase with a cold laugh.
Upon realizing they finally entered, Rolento is satisfied. They've entered a battlefield he's intimately familiarized himself with, and made more then a few preparations. A fight is not always a fight as it might be expected, after all. Pushing himself to his feet, he slips out of the window, and drops two stories before his hand snaps out, catching the side of the building. Any remotely human person probably would of fell to their death, but instead he slips back inside. Grigori is likely an attentive man. But he will likely not expect an assault so soon upon entering the staircase... The black remote is held in hand once more. Listening to the sound of footsteps... and the moment one is in line with the doorway leading to this level, he hits the button. A tremendous explosion sends the door flying off the hinges, hurtling the makeshift projectile at whoever might be standing there!! And all the worse, still giving no hint to where Rolento is... if he's even on this story of the building!
Dan heads up the staircase as Grigori urges him on, jamming his fingers against his temples as his bair feet make contact with the stairs again and again, "Atatatatatatatatatata," it seems he's still recovering slightly from the ordeal when...
..,Who would've guessed the bomb happy USPL mercenary would have used more explosives? Nobody of course that's the beauty of it all. It's so unexpected. At least to Dan, who has no real expectations of the man he's supposed to fight. As he sees fire belch at the top of the staircase he stumbles and falls forward onto his chin, muttering something anti-Schugerg under his breath, hoping the cameramen haven't braved the inside of the building yet. But that would be silly, none of them are Frank West at all.
COMBATSYS: Grigori has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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|-------\-------\0 Grigori
Up the staircase the Russian ascends, his face seized in an expression of obvious annoyance that only seems to grow with every step he passes. Though the shtick of this damn arrangement was urban warfare, he hadn't anticipated actually having to chase down his opponent BEFORE, or even AFTER, the damn fight. As far as Grigori is concerned, the USPL commander is afraid.
Why else would he go to such lengths to keep he and the Saikyo Psycho and the Russian at bay?
Upon reaching the third floor, Grigori's hurried pace slows, his features easing from that annoyed look to something cautious and wary. He moves patiently, likely with Dan in tow (and making plenty of noise to be heard!). Frowning, he takes a few cautious steps toward the door...
And then the goddamned door explodes.
It crashes loudly into the angry Russian who, as it makes impact, delivers a horrible yell of frustration. His neck bulges fiercely as a hand reaches up and grasps the door, HURLING the damn thing to one side. Pulling his dry lips back over his white teeth, the man's eyes widen, his breath quickening as he just glares at the open window in front of him.
"Son...of a bitch...I will kill him," Grigori hisses, a hand absently rubbing at his chest, dusting splinters from his shirt. A breath swiftly draws over his lips, before he hollers loudly and charges right for the window. He leans out...and sees nothing below. And it pisses him OFF.
"These games are OVER!!" he yells, eyes widening considerably before he lets out a horrible laugh. Angry and obviously infuriated, an odd, translucent haze rises from the man's entire form, like heat on the horizon of a summer's day. He doesn't move at all. He just stands there and laughs over and over, there at the window.
Well, Grigori appears to not be the most stable person in the world. Of course, Rolento's closer then any fighter might think; within the air duct of the long hallway, peering between the slits of one of the multiple vents. He took the liberty of slithering into it during the distraction, while the Russian cackles at the potholes and craters his earlier display showed. Guerilla combat at it's finest... with any luck, the angry man will now take time to go about and search. And that will leave a certain pinkie quite vulnerable!
Now we're into the time-slip. Or at least that time Dan Hibiki pushed himself up off the ground and said, "Ugh," then took a moment to stare around and get his bearings. In the hallway down below the blown off door Dan sighs, "Damn, I didn't sign up for explosions. At least not real ones. This is totally crap, should've stayed home and watched The Parent Trap or something. Ugh, ugh, ugh."
With that he punches a wall, his brown leather wristguard boffing against the surface as he looks around, "But man, if he was explding a room up there, then that means...," suddenly, Dan looks about himself a bit self-conciously with a guarded look on his face.
Yakushevic ISN'T the most stable person in the world, which is why putting him against someone as slippery as Schugerg was very likely a horrible idea. Pale eyes meet nothing below; nothing in the streets, nor anything on the sides of the building when there should be something. Were this another time and place he would likely be a far more composed and cool-headed individual. Now..?
The former Spetznas keeps laughing, a cold, heartless cackle that carries every direction of the building. Nowhere to be found is the USPL commander, and this does not make the impatient Russian any calmer. But the laugher never subsides. Instead, pale blue eyes fix on Dan as he gripes and laments. He'll find Rolento, yes he will. The soldier cannot hide forever.
Storming past the Saikyo master, he gives Dan a forceful push aside as he angrily descends the stairwell. Smirking broadly, the man just continues to shake with a low laugh, that odd haze still lingering around his broad frame like some foul specter.
"I will find him," the man offers aloud to no one in particular, an eye slightly ticking as he chuckles.
"And I will rip him limb from limb."
As Grigori begins to descend down the stairs, Rolento carefully hefts up the vent. Immediately dropping from it, landing in a soundless crouch just behind Dan. Half-gloved fingers flex, features a calm but confident smirk as he carefully adjusts his beret. Remaining behind Dan, slithering behind him with any turn or examination, his arms spread like a mantid, hovering over... before he snaps them shut, trying to catch one thickly muscled arm beneath his chin while the other moves to snap over his mouth. So he can begin thoroughly strangling him, trying to literally heft him off the ground to remove any annoying capacity to struggle. "Do not worry. You will be dead before Grigori returns...!"
COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Dan with Quick Throw.
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Rolento 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Dan
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|-------\-------\0 Grigori
Dan is standing there, looking cool, and awesome like normally when suddenly ROLENTO COMES OUT OF THE BUSHES! The bushes of course being the air vent. His mouth is covered, and his throat meats rubbed up against by Schugerg's meaty might. Sure, he's lifted, sure, he's strangled, but hey. Dan is the world's best martial artist isn't that right? That is right. Self defense is what the game is all about.
So, with a panic-stricken mind and a swift lift of his leg, he pulls his knee upwards before swinging it back hoping to catch between Rolento's thighs. Strangling is dirty pool, mister. Dan's not that kind of lady!
The moment Grigori Yakushevic is out of the picture, Rolento Schugerg appears, descending from the confines of a cramped ventilation duct to accost the Saikyo master in pink. At the same time, however, the now-very angry Russian man storms down the stairs connected outside the abandoned building, uttering promises to ruin the USPL commander's shit.
"Is a coward," the man grouses, pausing down the flight of steps to curl his hand into a fist and slam it into a wall. Around his body the haze lingers even still, the faintest hints of pale blue rising off his shoulders and arms. He is wasting his time--Grigori does not like to waste his time. This isn't some joke to him. It's a fight, not an exercise of Guerrilla warfare.
But something graces the man's ears. The distant hum of human speech, and a bit of shuffling from the floor above? Were it that man in pink, the former Spetznas considers, he'd be a lot louder and far more vocal, right?
A toothy, too wide smile erupts over his sharp features, blue eyes widening broadly as his pupils shrink tightly. It has to be...it has to be that damnable man who keeps eluding he and Dan.
Swerving sharply on his thick boot's heels, the soldier hurries back up from whence he came, re-ascending the steps he had previously crossed to reach the floor abandoned. And there, just beyond the doorway of the long-since exploded threshold is Rolento Schugerg.
The discarded door is noted, the Russian's eyes flickering aside. Yes, that will do he decides, stomping toward the heavy door and hefts it up in his grasp. Not about to get entirely in Dan's way, Grigori swings his arms and roars, hurling the thick piece of wood through the threshold longways, to send the heavy door crashing right into Rolento.
"HA HA I FOUND YOU!!"
COMBATSYS: Rolento parries Grigori's Large Thrown Object!
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|-------\-------\0 Grigori
COMBATSYS: Rolento fails to interrupt Light Kick from Dan with Mekong Delta Escape EX.
- Power fail! -
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Rolento 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Dan
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Well, one cannot question the ears of a russian, able to hear a whisper intended only for Dan's ear. Yet his lumbering rage does very little, as the hurled door simply spirals past, Rolento hefting backwards with Dan in tow; Intending to release him, using the confusion and displacement of that metal hunk to good effect. Yet this leaves him open to an avenue he might of guarded were he similarly grappling a woman. Nailed in the junk, an evasive backflip turns into a comical thud upon the ground, gaining distance but no advantage. Momentarily gritting his teeth in an expression of pain, he observes both the fighters in the narrow hallway, raising back to his feet with a dull exhale. "Grigori. When I first researched you, I thought us alike. We both were the victims of pathetic politics and weak nations, when we merely wished to live our lives as soldiers..." He spits to the side, obviously displeased. "It seems you did not cope with those trials as well as I...!!"
Dan rolls to the side as he's released, rubbing his throat and stares at Rolento with disbelief, before getting to his feet and coughing slightly, "Uh. Thanks for the save, Gri-OH WAIT, I SAVED MYSELF WOW NICE THROW MAN JEEZE, guy is takin' this SNF a little too seriously what with the explosions and all chokin' at my throat damn who let him in maaaaaaaaaaaaan. I guess we're going to have to win."
A heavy sigh comes from Dan as he drops his shoulders, "But hooh boy, he's got biceps on him It felt like my neck was gonna crack like he was in the army or something jeeze. What the heck."
COMBATSYS: Dan takes no action.
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Rolento 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Dan
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|-------\-------\0 Grigori
Despite his efforts, the USPL commander is far more wily and swift-footed than he would have presumed. The door sails past the soldier and his victim, drawing a scowl over the Russian's sharp face as result. At his sides his hands curl into tight fists, shoulders quaking as he tries his damnedest to subside his anger. So far, Schugerg isn't helping matters.
But Dan does, as he strikes the USPL commander in the junk, resulting in a roar of a laugh from the mad Russian. Shaking his head, the man's blue eyes press shut, the weird aura about him slowly dissipating. He pauses briefly, eyeing the man in pink carefully as he speaks. Is Rolento taking this a bit too seriously?
"Da," the Russian simply replies, before he breaks into another bitter laugh.
However, the USPL commander's words catch the Russian's ears, and in response Grigori's gaze snaps back onto the mad soldier. Clenching his teeth behind his lips, the man's neck bulges as he listens carefully to the soldier's observation. Alike? And then he spits, insulting the Russian and his past.
The man's face grows dark in response, pale eyes widening as his lips pull back over his teeth. That odd haze erupts along his shoulders once again, hands uncurling as calloused digits hook, daring to curl into fists at his side. The man's patience is treading a thin line, evident by the slightest tick in his eye, and the odd, erratic twitch of his fingers.
"Y-You... zloebucaja...what w-would you know..?" he demands, spitting at the ground before he thrusts a finger at the USPL commander. "My past--you know nothing of what happened then! Bluffing, you are b-bluffing!!"
With a loud yell the Russian lunges for Rolento and lashes out with every intension of snaring him in his grasp with both hands before he drives him back-first into the floor of the building.
"Ty menjá dostál! I TIRE OF YOUR BULLSHIT!"
COMBATSYS: Rolento blocks Grigori's Quick Throw.
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Rolento 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Dan
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|-------\-------\0 Grigori
"< You have been through much hardship. But you were a good soldier... you did not deserve what happened. >" Rolento speaks absolutely perfect Russian, which probably totally leaves Dan out of the loop. Take that, old man! As he's grappled, the former mercenary spreads his stance and both his forearms grasp Grigori's own. Muscles lock in tension, skidding a couple feet but preventing the vicious impact with the ground. His face is sheer discipline. "< Have you lost your place in this world, Grigori? Are you searching for war...? I could give it to you again!! >" And with that he attempts to twist, and in a vicious motion hurtle Grigori over his shoulder; aiming to heft him through an adjacent door, and into a room filled with naught but closed cardboard boxes.
Well Dan, the ball is in your court. Are you going to score the winning dunk, or are you gonna foul it up. It's time to get DAN-gerous!
Hibiki-sensei stomps his foot on the ground, flexing his muscle, and stretching like a real athlete before he vaults forward, gliding towards Rolento like an airplane in flight. The best kind of airplane, a paper airplane. His gi whips in the wind created by his body moving, and while in midair he spins his heel back from behind him. Not once. Not Twice. But three times. Hammering aerial roundhouses that portray poetry and fluidity in motion. Saikyo science, dropping megaton bombs in Schugerg's general direction while he struggles with the russian.
"DAN"
"DAN"
"KICK!"
COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Grigori with Medium Throw.
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|=====--\-------\0 Grigori
There's a distant look of surprise amidst the anger on the Grigori's face as he charges, as Rolento suddenly spouts fluent Russian. He has every intention of seeing his assault through, to drive the USPL commander into the floor. Rolento has done well to frustrate and aggravate the Russian, and he wants nothing more than to punch his face in.
Repeatedly.
But they collide, and the UPSL commander braces himself, locking arms with the other man. A low, barely audible growl slips past the man's clenched teeth, pale eyes widening as he glares right into Rolento's patient face. Has he lost his place? Perhaps. Is he searching for war..?
That earns the soldier an odd look, angry features faltering slightly.
"<No, not war,>" the former Spetznas replies, exercising a frightening calm.
"<Vengeance. Blood. Retribution.>"
Despite Grigori's best attempts to brace himself against the grasp of Rolento, the soldier gains the advantage, sweeping the Russian off his feet and over his shoulder. His bulky frame flies, crashing through the door and into a massive pile of cardboard boxes long-since discarded and ignored. He hits the ground with a nasty crash, bones straining under the impact of floor and muscle. Numerous boxes fall, covering the man's form in a sea of recycled paper.
For the longest time, the man does not move. In fact, it seems as if that one, single attack was enough to fell the former Spetznas, an odd silence lingering about the adjacent room.
...at least until an odd, icy blue swath of unnatural energy erupts from within the room of boxes, cardboard and debris scattering every which direction. And, at the center of it all, is a very, very, VERY angry looking Russian bleeding and pouring with angry psychic energy, pale blue eyes wide, pupils fiercely dilated as he breathes rapidly.
COMBATSYS: Grigori focuses on his next action.
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COMBATSYS: Dan successfully hits Rolento with Dankuu Kyaku.
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Rolento 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Dan
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|=====--\-------\0 Grigori
"Is that so?" Rolento mulls, before a forgotten proponent of his own doom unleashes his fury; three kicks slam into Rolento, who had enough time to tense and face the incoming assault before they crashed into him. Laughable or not, Dan's got a lot of force, and he impacts the wall opposite the door, sliding down with a hiss of pain while graspin his side. Yet he simply grins, holding up the detonator once more. "< By the way. Do you think I threw you into that room on accident? >" With that, he hits the button. An eruption of flames and shrapnel completely entomb it, a wave of force and debris potentially wafting into Dan like a summer breeze. Of DESTRUCTION. How Grigori fares it is another matter, but Rolento has gotten back on his feet. "< Vengeance for who, I wonder? There is no nation worth my salute this day... and that is why I shall make my own...! >"
Dan puts his arms up as he moves back away from the explosion, shielding his eyes from the sudden, unexpected, and most certainly unwelcomed combination of bright light and heat that Rolento summons, "Man would you two ladies start talking normal language? What's all this bibbidy buh buh menya p'jhalista bifteck je t'aime el pollo loco bullshit. Goddamn!"
With the fury of DAN he moves on Rolento again, cribbing a move from Sean Matsuda that he thought looked pretty cool at least. He runs to Rolento's position, hops into the air, and does an imperfectly executed rolling sobat, twisting his body and grinning as he does so, no doubt imaginine how awesome he looks, which is probably pretty awesome when you get right down to it. Saikyo does what Rolen...don't? Uhhhh
COMBATSYS: Grigori endures Rolento's Grenadier.
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If Rolento is talking to Grigori...
He's not exactly HOME right now.
Standing like some horrible creature risen from the depths of Hell, the entirety of Grigori's hulking frame is awash in hateful, spiteful and very angry blue flames that reach high, licking furiously at the ceiling and walls around him. Ragged breaths are the only sounds the Russian makes, shoulders rising and heavily falling down with every inhale and exhale as he just glares ahead. Those eyes see Rolento in a bloody shade of red.
The threat falls upon deaf ears. Instead, just as the USPL commander presses the button, the Russian throws his head back and lets rip a horrible bellow, eyes wide with unrestrained fury. A moment later the room explodes, a horrible gout of flame consuming the room entirely, Grigori at its center. Surely he's dead.
Wrong.
A split-second later a figure rips itself from the adjacent room, a streak of smoke and blue marked by a loud and very unstable laugh.
That icy blue blur barrels right for Rolento, to tackle the USPL commander and pin him to the floor...
COMBATSYS: Rolento dodges Grigori's Astaroth.
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|-------\-------\0 Grigori
COMBATSYS: Rolento dodges Dan's Heavy Kick.
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|-------\-------\0 Grigori
It seems that Rolento isn't exactly playing around, despite the wonderful festivities thusly offered by his myriad explosions. Grigori has fallen for his tricks again and again, although the latest surge of explosions is going to require some amount of tact. He shoots upwards, nimbly avoiding Dan's perfect attack. He saw no flaw with his calculating eye...! Beyond the slowness. Dan is perfection. Perfection KNOWS. No. SPEED. Just look at the Gadouken. It does more in an inch then a million hadoukens over a mile. Landing in a crouch, he seems to be a perfect target for Grigori... before rolling backwards in a tight ball, right down the hall. Still, he is missed by a scant foot, chuckling deeply. "YOUR PARTICIPATION IN THIS FIGHT IS OVER!!" Slamming his baton between his feet and bending it with an audible creak, Rolento hurtles himself in a short, insanely quick frontal flip -- trying to bring his baton down right between Grigori's eyes, with BONE SHATTERING FORCE. ...to normal people.
Dan's hops forward on one foot as he lands from his missed sobat, and frowns a bit, before looking to see where that Schugerg had gotten off to. His eyes zip around twice as he plots trajectory of Rolento while probably thinking about hamburgers or something else entirely not related to anything in time space or the universe before he rushes forward, pushing his feet in alternating pistons like a speed skater. His hands become flat blades that cut through the air ( well not literally of course jeeze c'mon) as he runs like only Dan can.
At the end of his run, he shouts out, "SCHUUUUUUUUUGERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRG," why? who can say. But you gotta admitt, it does sound kinda cool as a battlecry. In any event his body twists down like a screw, storing science and energy inside of it ready to be unleashed into the air as Dan SPIRALS UPWARD with his fist spinning like it just got equipped with top spin or something else equally ridiculous, OH MY GOD WOULD YOU GUYS SHUT UP I AM TRYING TO BE AWESOME HERE GEEZE THIS IS STAYING IN THE POSE! KOURYUKEN!
COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Grigori with Mekong Delta Air Raid.
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Rolento 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Dan
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When Psycho Power-imbued arms whip up and out with every intention of snagging the USPL commander to throw him to the floor...he finds his grasp empty. For a split-second the berserker Russian has a distantly bemused look on his face.
And then he just bellows, spittle flying from his lips as he roars incoherently at Rolento.
Poor Dan is otherwise forgotten, especially when the soldier lands on his baton and flings forward, swinging that thick piece of lacquered wood right between the angry Russian's eyes. It lands and hard, causing Grigori to stagger, disoriented and wounded. Breathing heavily, the former Spetznas gone mad has little fight left in him.
But enough strength to make one last-ditch effort.
Bursting forward, a trail of icy blue energy flags behind him as he snaps a hand out and reaches for Rolento's arm. Should he get hold, he'll hurl Rolento toward the ceiling like some ragdoll as Grigori drops his arms. A burst of blue energy erupts violently down his arms before he swings them up, an arc of Psycho Power driving right for Rolento to slam into him and send him crashing into the roof as result.
As for the angry man? The fires fizzle out almost instantly after, regardless of fail or success. A split-second later he falls face-first into the floor, out like a light.
COMBATSYS: Grigori can no longer fight.
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Rolento 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Dan
COMBATSYS: Grigori successfully hits Rolento with Samigina.
- Power hit! -
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Rolento 1/----===/=======|===----\-------\0 Dan
COMBATSYS: Rolento interrupts Kouryuken from Dan with Mine Sweeper.
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Rolento 0/-------/------=|=======\====---\1 Dan
It seems that Grigori finally manages to lay his hands on Rolento, and upon such he rather regrets the state of affairs. Impacting the ceiling, entire body reverberating with the force, he's blown upwards with the mind-splitting psionic attack thereafter. Slumping upon the ground, hacking bloodily, Dan's rather loud assault earns an aggravated snarl. "ENOUGH!" He rolls away rapidly, only grazed by the vicious uppercut; and a large grenade is right beneath the pink pikmin. It erupts into flames and shrapnel, filling the hall; and jugging Dan along it, as he continues to leave a trail before ceasing at the entrance to the stairs. And a hopefully scorching Dan should be launched right overhead, past the long broken door. "This battle does not amuse me!!"
Dan is flung high into the air by Rolento's viciously explosive assault, his gi ripping to shreds as the metal slices the fabric and leaves cuts in his flesh before he lands. His premium signs fall to the ground, bursting in flames that melt the glossy photo paper and his face like a terrible oven. As he lands, he's down to nothing but his tighty whities.
Well, they're actually not tighty whities at all, they're actually a dark blue with little blue konami penguins engaging in various forms of street fighting all over them. Nice choice Dan, nice choice indeed. As he gets off the ground, feeling like Urien, he clenches his fist, and points at Rolento, taking a moment to gather himself, "....You. You don't impress me," yeah with the rivers of blood rolling down his skin it's not really that convincing. But look at those penguins. SO CUTE!
COMBATSYS: Dan gains composure.
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Rolento 0/-------/-----==|=======\===----\1 Dan
Pushing himself to his feet as well, Rolento carefully dusts himself off. His neck audibly cracks in either direction, chunks of broken steer and shattered ceiling tile falling about him. The structural integrity is in question, after he detonated the level above. Twirling the baton in hand, he observes Dan evenly, apparently uncaring about his lack of dress and taste. Whether Grigori's unconscious body survived is similarly low on his list. "I am not the man here with any care to. You are a low tier fighter, a waste of incredible will without discipline!! You focus on the raw fundamentals, and ignore the nuances. Wasted talent... it disgusts me to look at you!! You cannot be a true fighter with just the heart...!!" Fingers clench together, creaking the leather. "We are opposites. I am sheer calculation and perfection. You... are a loud, foolish man." Spreading his stance, he then suddenly advances on Dan; lashing out a booted foot, trying to catch him within the stomach with a snarl.
COMBATSYS: Dan interrupts Light Kick from Rolento with Kouryuu Rekka.
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Rolento 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Dan
Dan, now stripped down to his 'LUCKY PENGUIN' skivvies and bleeding badly. As Rolento comes in on him, he grins, "Heh. Look at you."
His muscles all flex and tense up as he once again crouches into the tiniest point he can manage, Rolento's foot colliding with his shoulder blade, as he twists his body to absorb the blow. The leather on the meat of his back making a muffled 'ftch' sound before Dan says, "Yeah, we are complete opposites though, you're right. You're a terrible fighter, and I'm the best there is! Kore ga Saikyo Ryuu!"
His fist comes up, raking along Rolento's abdomen, chest, and chin as he pulls the USPL commander into the air screaming, "Y'SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" on the way up, falling quickly to the ground and repeating the process at a slight angle, sending the commander flying away from him before he lands. and he grins, "How's that for perfection?"
Oh; Dan's apparently got more in him then Rolento would of cared to believe. He's slammed heavily, launched airborne with a few droplets of blood. Impacting the ground thereafter, bouncing a single time before coming still. "Hrrmph... I've underestimated you..." he muses, reeling upwards in an almost zombielike state. "As I said, you have the skills of a fighter... If very *basic*..." And then he once more leaps forward, one hand snapping out with fingers splayed, trying to grasp Dan by the neck. "Yet I do not think it prudent to give you a victory today...!!" Although a rush of darkness is surging his vision, he seems intent on this final LUNGE!!!
COMBATSYS: Rolento can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Dan endures Rolento's Fatality Package.
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And immediately thereafter, Rolento slaps a long string of grenades on Dan's supple flesh, sticking tenaciously before hurling him towards a wall. It detonates in tandem, the horrific force staggering the ragged dictator. But he remains scarcely on his feet, beginning to sag downwards... wanting to see Dan fall with his own two eyes! Also he tried to blow up his underwear with it.
Dan Hibiki is confused by this, looking quite distraught as he is slammed into a wall and he blows the hell up. Or at least the grenades blow up. You would think it would be a deadly deadly thing to have grenades blow up in your face and chest and delicate vittles. The fire that consumes him causes him to scream in pain, and flop around on the ground, his bared asscheeks waggling in the air as he practicies good fire safety. Blackened flesh and the smell of singed eyebrows hang in the air of the building. "G--GOD DAMN!!"
He gets to his knees, and looks towards Rolento once before...
COMBATSYS: Dan takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Dan has reached second wind!
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...He stands up, naked as the day is long. Well, let's not talk about things that are long right now, geeze you gutterminds. Gosh. He winces in pain, and points at Rolento, "Damn... grenades. Man, that's.. Hoof..........guh... you owe me a pair of underwear buddy."
"..." Rolento slumps to his knees, stricken blind from the sight. "...I'll... get my vengeance..." And with a surge of strength, both fists are thrust to the heavens, his voice booming out to the streets of the city. "DAAAN HIBIKIIIIIIIIIIII!" And with that, he blacks out, slumping upon his back unconscious. It seems that Dan's MIGHT has reigned supreme once more.
Dan looks as Rolento falls over, before hobbling over to Grigori, and grunting with each step. With a foot he nudges the Russian, pretty hard too, and says in his friendliest voice given the circumstances, "Hey. Wake up. Time to get out of here. We won. Us. Against grenades. You okay? Ah...geeze."
He begins to wander away from Grigori, giving only the sight of his bare ass limping away should the russian wake up. I guess these are the ties that bind, or something philosophical like that.
COMBATSYS: Dan has ended the fight here.
Log created on 17:41:14 03/22/2008 by Grigori, and last modified on 17:34:47 03/26/2008.