Description: Billy decides to challenge the current head of Neo League; one of many contenders who are bidding for his top spot. Realizing that he's actually a contender, he goes a little overboard... (Winner: Billy)
Once again at Taiyo High, Oswald has been slated to fight in what is now the third match on this school's campus. It's been a month or so since Iincyo expressed her dissatisfaction with what was initially an 'invasion' by Oswald whom was looking for Batsu - that part had been ironed off well enough but there never really was an official 'ok' to return.
Whatever the situation, Oswald was not willing to forfeit a match for it, and once again returns to Taiyo... to a much more warm reception than last time. No longer the 'Strange old man', now the one that tied Batsu if a friendly and honourable battle of skill and a whole lot of guts, some of the students still remember his face as the exhibition is announced and the students start to crowd and climb to the bleachers.
There were rumors about Billy's association with Geese Howard, which meant that this was going to be not only a quality opponent, but a quality match. Mister Howard does not surround himself with chaff, after all. Oswald is already at the center of the padded area that makes up the center of the arena, possibly the mats were left there after some gymnastics club were done or so, and hey, he was respectful enough to remove his outside shoes, now in socks...
Of course there's plenty of crowd; Billy is very popular in this city, a man still on the top of his game in showings and Saturday Night Fight. He arrives just late enough to be fashionable. His stride within is met with a standard display; throwing the horns to the crowd, and leisurely resting his staff upon one shoulder. He wears a blue denim shirt and pants, sans shirt, red and white bandana billowing behind. "Hey hey hey!" is offered towards the audience, reacting in a positive roar of approval. Once he is a few meters opposite Oswald, his staff descends sharply and the bottom cracks loudly like a rifle on the arena floor. He observes the elderly man, rubbing his chin in obvious observation. "Not often I see a no name on top of the charts. Sucks to be you, huh? I ain't sayin' you don't got talent to get here, but if you wanna be the champion, you gotta be ready to protect it from anyone." He grins, toothily, while slithering into a combative stance. "But I've seen you fight... sorry, bud. You ain't got a prayer." One hand gestures, for Oswald to begin; it seems he's forfeiting the initiative. How brazen!
COMBATSYS: Billy has started a fight here.
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Billy 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Billy takes no action.
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Billy 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Oswald has joined the fight here.
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Oswald 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Billy
"Anyone and everyone. " He repeats with a smirk, bringing one hand up and sinching the gloves tight and snug, one after the other, "From Aledheid Bernstein, to Ken Masters, to Wolfgang Krauser." Sinched and snug now, one arm after the other gives a loosening little shake as he takes a deep breath, "A nobody that fights anyone, from no-names to legends. I didn't get to and stay on the top by being a wimp."
He's going to fight without shoes? A bit of an odd twist for him, perhaps, as he clenches his hands a few times then lets them stay open, giving a short nod, "If I don't stand a chance, then I hope I can at least give you a challenge!"
Then the hands open wide and snap shut around two cards as he drops his stance down low and wide before launching into a dash, drawing both toward Billy in a x-form slash, through a short leap.
COMBATSYS: Billy fails to counter Spade from Oswald with Fire Dragon Pursuit Cane.
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Oswald 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Billy
"You've got a lot of dogs bitin' on your tail, don't ya? And I do mean dogs. I might be able to respect Krauser. Maybe." But he's grinning just a bit more genuinely now, scratching at his chin while slowly beginning to rotate his staff. "Well, you're a realist. I can respect that. But I ain't gonna go easy." Of course, Oswald is faster then he anticipated; watching him fight and actually doing it are two different things, twisting his weapon to intercept. But the cards part around his staff with ease, slashing into him and tearing open his vest, leaving trails of angry red. A stumble backwards follows, look of polite surprise. "Well, I'll be. That's a pretty fancy style you got there." One finger wipes up a lone stream of blood slithering down his stomach, flicking it away. "Try it again!"
From the leaping swipe, Oswald comes to a somewhat skid-of a stop from the lack of friction his shoes would give him... and just in time for Billy's imperative of giving him another blow, Oswald is happy to oblige though in a far more unorthodox manner.
"Very well!" Oswald intones as he finishes his slip-aside, he turns quick to face profile to Billy, reaching out to loop an arm about Billy's shoulder and neck then turning in a quick twist, aiming to give Billy a quick trip to the mat in a rather practiced Judo style throw...
COMBATSYS: Billy blocks Oswald's Quick Throw.
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Oswald 0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0 Billy
The slithering attack is deflected after only a mild surge of joint pain, twisting away and getting to an optimal distance from the other man. That smarted, hand flexing a moment, but he's had worse. There's nothing to laugh at just yet. Twirling around his weapon once more, after a disorienting swish behind and rapid footwork he flashes forward into the offensive, shooting the tip out to catch Oswald in the throat. Aiming to twist around and then send him flying overhead, with the hopeful result of him impacting the ground on the other side, quite a distance away. A laugh most wouldn't say is normal leaves him during the attempt...
COMBATSYS: Oswald endures Billy's Fishhook Throw.
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Oswald 1/-----==/=======|===----\-------\0 Billy
Oswald gives a brief grumble as Billy slips away, ruining the brief momentum that the Gambler had built up. Billy's style was as unique as Oswalds was, and this would be the first time that Oswald has fought someone with a static weapon - Malin may use everything and the kitchen sink, but Billy, he was at one with his weapon.
He had seen shows where Billy had fought, part of this was familiar to him, and as Billy starts his bewildering strike, Oswald literally walks into it, taking the staff's punishing shot and going with the launch overhead. The impact is indeed hard, but Oswald weathers it well and prepared, as that was his goal. The moment the staff releases his neck, he rolls forward and presses the attack with first a feinted right hook to the body, but then following up with a high elbow to the face, trying to get around Billy's weapon and his defense...
COMBATSYS: Oswald successfully hits Billy with Medium Strike.
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Oswald 1/-----==/=======|====---\-------\0 Billy
Taking the assault that suicidally assuredly wasn't expected, and Billy pays for it. The length of his weapon hinders his ability to regain a stance, trying to leap backwards; he had twisted for a feint, but the true elbow cracks across his face, face warping into a grimace as he stumbles away. "...!!" Well, well. It'd seem Billy's on the losing end right now. But his smile is completely unabated, actually hooking his staff beneath an arm and clapping slightly. "Not bad. Not bad at all. You've staggered me more then most people, and we've only just begun." He then seethes with heat, staff crackling and shooting off sparks. The air wavers, as he hefts up his staff in a trail of smoke and pops. "So. I'm gonna try to kill you now. Get ready." is mulled out, eyes narrowing in intent concentration.
COMBATSYS: Billy gathers his will.
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Oswald 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1 Billy
Now that the fighters were still, Billy could probably easily see the quickly forming bruise at the base of his neck, and the relative unease that Oswald carries his fight arm... perhaps something's been pulled, or maybe that strike landed a break? As Billy claps and gives that somewhat sardonic congratulations, Oswald is quick to give a short nod and responding with a quiet and rather curteous, "My pleasure."
And then Billy puts on that display of vitality and pyrotechnics and declares his intent to kill, which makes the old Irishman take a reflexive but controlled step back, bringing his arms in a bit closer... mirroring Billy's concentration...
COMBATSYS: Oswald focuses on his next action.
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Oswald 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\1 Billy
And immediately thereafter, Billy strikes. He's far away; too much for a standard swing, given his planted feet. But the sudden rasp of steel belies the disconnecting staff, slithering like a serpent in three seconds across the intervening distance. It would hit like a ton of breaks were it to connect cleanly, the intent to blow him backwards and hopefully across the arena; yet not without first causing an ignition of napalm-like chi, that would tenaciously burn until contact with the infernal weapon is completely broken. And he'd attempt to retract it thereafter, cackling in an appropriately mad fashion.
COMBATSYS: Oswald fails to counter Blazing Cane Thrust from Billy with King.
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Oswald 1/=======/=======|=======\==-----\1 Billy
He's been hit many times before, but rarely something of this level of malevolence. The strike sends him flying quite a distance, the flames engulfing him even as he clears the mats and rolls on the hardwood flooring of the dome... and it's a good thing there was so much room cleared, because the strike has dealt Oswald a grievous blow.
It's difficult to see what's going on, but there's definately bleeding involved as the older man takes his sweet time getting up to his knees and then his feet, shaking his head to himself and covering part of his face with his hand... simply standing there for now...
He's been hit many times before, but rarely something of this level of malevolence. The strike sends him flying quite a distance, the flames engulfing him even as he clears the mats and rolls on the hardwood flooring of the dome... and it's a good thing there was so much room cleared, because the strike has dealt Oswald a grievous blow.
It's difficult to see what's going on, but there's definately bleeding involved as the older man takes his sweet time getting up to his knees and then his feet, shaking his head to himself and covering part of his face with his hand... simply standing there for now...
Billy looks somewhat bemused, but not in the slightest bit guilty. "That kind of attack is what people in my level can throw." he offers, reasonably. "You took it like a man. And there wasn't any real flaw in the technique. Can't blame ya." He approaches at a slow gait, circling like a shark who tastes blood. Again the staff twirls about, before he grips it in both hands. "It's just the difference between us...!" He shoots forward, thrusting his staff upwards at a sharp angle; the intent to slam it right into Oswald's throat, in the precise spot he had hit earlier with the overhead throw. There's no small amount of sadism, but that should be a compliment; Billy only gets that way in an intense fight he enjoys, after all...
COMBATSYS: Oswald blocks Billy's Sparrow Drop.
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Oswald 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\===----\1 Billy
Things were blurry, Billy's words were a jumble in the cacophony of the noise in the dome. Eyes narrowing to try and make out Billy's form as he leaps and drives that staff toward his throat once more, Oswald's twitch factor reflexes are just in time to bring up a palm to protect his throat from the majority of the strike, but still the blow pushes Oswald back and off his feat in a shove.
He doesn't stay down so long this time has he pushes away with his feet into a backward roll, coming to a stop in a half-kneel, crouched low as he keeps his eye on Billy, and brings a hand up to his right shoulder, finally giving it a good tug to set it back into place... "I knew... you wouldn't... disappoint." He growls under his breath as he stays put, breathing hard...
COMBATSYS: Oswald gains composure.
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Oswald 1/-======/=======|=======\===----\1 Billy
"Yeah? Well... I'm gonna try to finish you off now. No hard feelings. You're a hell of a guy." Billy's injuries, in contrast, don't seem to be affecting him too badly; just the slashes across his chest are visible, if a bigger mark then many have aspired to make on one of the King of Fighters. He twists back his hand, and suddenly charges forward at a mad run. A loud snarl leaves his lips, building up into a crescendo as he suddenly swings. His staff rotates madly, trying to sweep Oswald upwards into a juggling rotor blade of high impacts, kicking off the ground in an attempt to bring him airborne. At the apex, a massive gout of flame swathes and churns, the detonation intending to send Oswald flying away, with the hopeful result of being shattered and broken... "HAAAAAAAAA–!!" Assuming completion, he would leisurely fall to the ground and land in a light crouch, with an acrobatic display of staff aesthetics swishing around.
COMBATSYS: Oswald fails to reflect Red Lotus Requiem from Billy with Four Suits.
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COMBATSYS: Oswald can no longer fight.
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Shattered and broken is hardly a fitting term. When all is said and done from the blow, Billy has enough time to finish his flourished display before Oswald's limp and ragdoll form drops to the ground in a single thud, leaving him a crumpled heap of a man.
There were no kind words of congratulations, no dignified display of resolve this time. Motionless, broken and unconcious, the Gambler has suffered what is not the worst overall defeat, but definately the harshest blow that's been delivered upon his body since the start of his fighting days.
Hum. Billy might of gotten a bit overboard; but he had to pull out all the stops. There is an apologetic grimace given towards the fallen Oswald, taking the time to gingerly feel the crimson lines from his initial assault. "Hrrm." It took every trick and piece of dirty pool to take Oswald down; he probably won't be happy to the extent the Southsyde Syndicate man went, but at least Billy is aware. A mercenary, isn't he...? Geese'll be hearing about his capabilities for sure. Two fingers are thrown towards the crowd, ‘Victory' as the fight is rapidly announced and medics convene on Oswald; while he just meanders back towards the exit, resting his staff upon his shoulder and rolling his neck with a loud pop. Watch out, Ken; Billy's aiming for the top once more!
COMBATSYS: Billy has ended the fight here.
Log created on 16:02:20 04/16/2008 by Billy, and last modified on 16:41:25 04/17/2008.