Description: In a science experiment gone awry, mild-mannered student Shenwoo is bitten by a radioactive martial artist!! Now endowed with the proportional strength of a fighter, Shenwoo uses his powers for justice as the mysterious Shenwoo-Man!! But can Shenwoo-Man face up to the combined force of the Lime Luclin and Doctor Shihongctopus?! Tune in to find out the shocking secret: this desc makes absolutely no sense! (Winners: Luc and Shihong)
Nestled in the far back alleys of Barcelona there's a seedy little slice of heaven that's a veritable playground for the unsavory and unscrupulous sorts. You can't really miss it if you look hard enough; just follow the broken bottles and drunken deviants, and you're sure to come across the place. But if you're really desperate, you need ask anyone in the area, and they know precisely what you're talking about.
El Gallo Enojado. The Angry Rooster Bar.
It certainly lives up to its name, often pitting men against men in bloody combative spectacles that are not unlike back alley cockfights notorious throughout the world. Still, it remains an odd mix of bar-meets-UFC, and frequently plays host to a number of 'cage matches' that are sure to get the bar roaring with adrenaline and their delight for violence. Night after night it's the same thing, liquored up bloody fights that usually send at least one person to the hospital.
The Gallo Enojado rarely sees women, save staff. Suffice to say that tonight Shihong Mao stands out.
A lot.
Behind the cage in the 'arena' portion of the bar, she stands with a surprisingly neutral expression, long arms folded casually over her chest. Clad in a surprisingly nice black blazer and slacks with a corset hidden beneath the lapels of her dressy coat, she does not conform to the t-shirt and jean clad clientele that whoop and holler on the other side of the chain-linked fence separating 'them' from the fighters. Already glass beer bottles are starting to fly, crashing at irregular intervals throughout the dingy, dumpy establishment and making a horrible mess.
Exhaling lightly through her red lips the Chinese woman seems mildly annoyed at best, her neutral expression giving way to the tiniest, most discreet of frowns on her pale face. The billing for her fight, after a short and particularly brief hiatus since her free-for-all, was a little daunting. Shenwoo is, as she is told and has seen on occasion, a force to be reckoned with. And Luc Schroedinger? Well...
A few steps take the woman backwards as black eyes drift to her wrist. A split-second later, just as she pulls a sleeve back to eye her silver watch, a bottle crashes against, beer spilling out, mere millimeters from her expensive Prada heels.
"Any time now," she mutters aloud.
Loud. Roudy. A place where the people who love violence can congregate to immerse themselves in their questionable hobbies. It's truly a place the most violent of individuals could grow to love and appreciate--
"This is a fucking stupid place."
--but one can never underestimate the sheer level of Luc Schroedinger's dislike for just about everything.
The German had made this bold declaration only a few moments after he entered the Angry Rooster Bar, almost immediately followed by "El Gay-llllloh Enoh-jay-doo? What kind of name is that? It doesn't make any sense." Someone nearby attempts to be helpful and correct him, a rare thing in a cage fight bar. But Luc just brushes the man off, rolls up his sleeves, and starts shoving his way to the center of the ring. Like Luc wants to learn things about the exciting and intriguing culture of Spain.
Right hand shoved deep into his pants pocket, the generally well-dressed, if not slopily, German ascends to the cage and swings open the door next to Shihong, lips twisted into a scowl. "So I have to fight around a bunch of idiotic, drunken rejects? This is the dumbest thing I've ever been a part of." Immediately thereafter the boos and jeering increase for this rather unpleasant young man. Shihong's partner. Green eyes roll boredly towards the audience, and his response is simple. He lifts his hand...
... and presents his middle finger.
"GO FUCK YOURSELVES!"
Eloquent as ever is Luc Schroedinger.
Is there anything a bunch of drunk Spaniards won't boo? If there is, 'a guy who could probaby beat all of them up without cracking a sweat' is doubtlessly on the list. So it is that the entrance of the two already present fighters' opponent is met with a slightly lower amount of drunken jeering.
Slightly.
But the truth of the matter is that the man who calls himself Shenwoo, the self-styled 'God of Battle', doesn't really care. Sure, the acclaim of the crowd is a great feeling, a heady rush... But it's more interesting if you earn it, by demonstrating overwhelming power. This, then, is the brawler's entire plan tonight. Show these stupid Eurotrash what real strength is.
The cage door opposite the two less experienced fighters opens finally, and through it steps the towering, lean figure of the half-Chinese berserker, dressed as usual in black leather pants and an unbuttoned silk shirt, purple with a gold dragon embroidered on the back. With elaborate casualness, Shen cracks his knuckles, quite audibly, before rolling his neck and turning a feral grin on Luc and Shihong.
He doesn't recognise Luc.
"All right... I hope you two can make this fun for me!" the God of Battle bellows, already assuming his casual boxing stance, leaning back slightly. "You wouldn't like what happens when I get bored... Understand?"
With a noisy slam and clatter of chain link door does the German boy arrive, black eyes immediately swiveling up from the sleek expensive watch on her wrist. She studies the young man carefully, black eyes hooding ever so slightly as he saunters forward with a notable scowl. He is so angry and bitter! It's as if the kid needs a hug.
A sigh slips past her lips as he flashes the bird to the jeering Spaniard crowd, her eyes drawing shut as she folds her arms under her bosom. What a hassle. The last thing she needs is to have the crowd turn against her designated teammate for the evening. She'll be booed and hated by proxy, and that's one less distraction she could do without.
"Good evening," the woman offers, flashing the angry German youth a friendly smile as he draws nearer. "My name is Shihong Mao, but most people call me Mao. You can too, if that is easier for you to say or pronounce." The smile broadens as her eyes shut, brows lifting up her brow. The gesture is almost patronizing; is she insulting his intelligence..?
"Nice to meet you, by the way," she adds. "You're Luc, right?"
Further discussion is cut short as Shenwoo arrives, the gates groaning as he enters opposite of the two less-familiar fighters. Slowly the woman turns her head, regarding the blonde as he moves along and toward the other two fighters. She knows his name and face; what sort of fighter would she be if she didn't?
His words earn him a coy smile, a hand reaching up to gently brush along her pale cheek. "We'll do our best. I will, anyway," she promises the Shanghai-born fighter. But his warning is met with a playful chuckle, that coy smile only growing bolder as she levels her black eyes on Shenwoo.
"Is that so? Well, I'll to my best to keep you busy all night." Wink!
Pacing back, the woman keeps her cool and calm, even as a Spaniard voice booms through a PA system.
"¡Buenas noches! ¡Esta noche tenemos una exposición buena! ¡¿Son ustedes listo para un combate bueno?!" Three distinct bell chimes sound immediately after.
Shihong just offers a tiny smile. "I guess that means...we start?" Black eyes dart to the side, peering at Luc before she gently gestures forward. "By all means, go ahead. You look like you need to get some aggression out of your system, dear."
COMBATSYS: Shihong has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Luc has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Shenwoo has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Shihong assists Luc.
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%t'Good evening,' Shihong offers. Luc's right brow twitches. 'My name is Shihong Mao, but most people call me Mao...' Luc's left hand twitches. His response to the gracious introduction, as subtly (subtleties that go far over his head) patronizing as it might be, is simple:
"Shut the fuck up."
And that is Luc Schroedinger's greeting to Shihong Mao, his right hand waving irritably through the air. "Stupid girls wasting my time with useless small talk. You better fight as well as you jabber on about stupid crap." And then... Enter, Shenwoo. The God of Battle. What sort of person would a fighter be who didn't know who Shenwoo, the God of Battle was?
"Ewhuh? ... You're that shitty fighter me and the dyke girl kicked the crap out of, aren't you?" You'd be Luc.
Luc squints. His frown deepens a bit. "... Maaaaaaan... this is gonna be boring. Goddammit." The German irritably scratches the inside of his ear, crudely spitting to the side as the voice blares out over the PA. Luc doesn't understand a word of it, except one: combate.
If anything, the word 'fight' for Luc Schroedinger is a universal term.
And it's all that Schroedinger needs. As Shihong continues talking, Luc's eyes narrow into slits, hands clenching tight. "Blah, blah, blah. Is chattering on like a little girl all you're good at?! Stop TALKING about my AGGRESSION or whatever... and SHOW SOME OF YOUR OWN, OKAY?!" Stupid girls.
And with that said, Luc EXPLODES forward, his momentum carrying him with reckless abandon as he drives himself forward to -slam- one hand forward, aimed for Shenwoo's face. Before it can even make contact, black-blue flames engulf it, intent on channeling all that fiery power -straight- into Shenwoo's head with one brutal explosion. "GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo endures Luc's Wutend Stob.
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She'd be a terrible fighter then, especially since they share a hometown; and really, back in Shanghai Shen was something of a big fish in a small pond. In some ways it was difficult to adjust to the change in situation once he immersed himself in the larger world of professional fighting... He was so used to being the biggest kid on the block, as far as pure fighting power went. But in the end, it's a lot more fun this way. Shen, though, doesn't really recognise Shihong at all, instead leaning his head back to look down his nose at her, dark eyes considering. Well... Even he realises it would be a bad idea to underestimate her just because she's overly dressed for a fight.
And winking at him, what the hell. This is a fight, not a dance club!
"Doubt you could keep up," Shen says to Shihong, still waiting for the other two to bring the fight to him, when the Spanish announcers do their announcing and finally, /finally/, something happens.
Luc strikes him right in the face with an explosion of black-blue chi flame. Now that, he remembers.
"Ha ha ha ha!" laughs the berserker, moving despite the eruption of power right in his facemeats, his hand lancing out with fearful speed to try and snag Luc by the throat, keeping him held off of the ground as his fingers tighten on the younger man's esophagus with a creak of his leather gloves tightening, apparently intending to throttle the very life out of Luc here and now!
That was precisely the response she expected from Luc.
Grinning like a cat that caught the canary, Shihong simply tips her head to one side, long black locks spilling past her shoulder as she slightly bends toward him from the waist up. "Stupid girls? You must not be looking closely~" she chimes softly as her arms loop behind her back. "I'm a grown woman. There is a difference, you know. As for how I fight,"
Pausing, the Chinese woman straightens her back, her posture stiff as the smile fades, black eyes slowly opening to regard Schroedinger with a far more serious expression. Twitching her lips slightly, she offers the tiniest, curtest of smirks before she opens her eyes and says, coldly,
"I hope you fight better than you complain, you dumb little bastard." Immediately she follows it up with yet another friendly smile. "Okay~?"
When Shenwoo finally replies, after staring down at her from the top of his nose, the woman just sighs and shakes her head, pouting faintly in response. He may not recognize her, but she doesn't expect him to. They are on completely different levels, after all. "I swear--what is it with all these guy fighters being incredibly dense?" she wonders to no one in particular. She was flirting, gosh!
Soon enough, however, the fighter at her side throws himself into the fray, causing the Chinese woman to laugh lightly and shake her head. It's amusing, really! So angry and violent--it really is adorable! And Shenwoo seems...delighted by the prospect of getting slammed in the face with Luc's angry chi. "You and my French friend would get along well, I think," she comments, her body leaning forward...
Before suddenly she breaks into a dash as Luc is assaulted, moving around the mess of meat on man action. Only when she finds a suitable opening between both does she swing a leg up, the toe of her Prada aimed for Shenwoo's ribs before she drops her leg down and swings it back up high. Only then will the Chinese woman attempt to drop her heel down onto Shenwoo's meaty self.
"You're from Shanghai too, yes?"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo successfully hits Luc with Kyakuten Touchi.
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"Jesus FUCKING Christ, do you ever SHUT U-- hrkglke!!"
The belligerant highschooler is rather swiftly gripped up by the throat before he can finish yelling at Shihong. Before he can even properly -react-, Shenwoo is throttling him with a hellacious amount of force, his legs dangling off the ground as he... lets out a choked laugh. It's a bit hard to pull off with a distinct lack of oxygen, but still -- Luc is laughing.
Because this is promising to be fun.
Eventually, as Shihong starts to advance upon Shenwoo, the German boy lashes -out-, attempting to remove the God of Battle's grip on him as he leaps backwards, letting out a few strangled coughs.
"Heheh... that's pretty good," he remarks softly to himself, rubbing his throat. "Maybe... this won't be a TOTAL LOSS!" Shihong's words are all by dismissed in the wake of the prospect of a fight. Green eyes alight with excitement, as he pushes up, and rushes forward.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!"
Moving forward in a sudden onrush of speed, Luc drops low to the ground, bending his arm at the elbow. He swings it out wide before -driving- it forward, intent on burying it harshly into Shenwoo's gut. "C'MON!!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo Toughs Out Shihong's Change-Up Kick!
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COMBATSYS: Shenwoo dodges Luc's Medium Punch.
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Of course, once Luc manages a serious effort to get away, Shenwoo lets him go. The point isn't to /really/ choke the kid out... Honest. Besides, Shen has to deal with Shihong coming at him as well, his brow furrowing slightly at her words. What's all this talk about him being dense? The attack, now, that's something he can understand. The ferocious kicks of Shihong's lithe, powerful legs amount to... Well, not QUITE nothing at all, the blow to his ribs barely making him move at all, much less the impact of the Chinese woman's heel.
It /does/ get his attention, though.
Looking over at Shihong, Shenwoo senses Luc's incoming punch more on instinct than anything else, and is abruptly /not there/ where the punch was aimed at his gut, displaying truly unlikely speed for a man of his apparent fighting type. Seriously, isn't the big tough guy supposed to be slow? But Shenwoo has never been as brawny as most of the 'tough guy' fighters... A lot of it, with him, is psychology.
Which is to say, he's loopier than a crochet convention.
"Of course I'm from Shanghai," Shenwoo says, his tone mildly irritable... As though it could even be a question! As though there could be any doubt, if this woman was herself from his home town! "Who the hell are you supposed to be, anyway?" Shen wonders of Shihong, as he lunges to try and catch her by the hair. Why?
So he can yank her head down and slam his leather-clad knee into her face, really, really hard. That's why.
COMBATSYS: Shihong blocks Shenwoo's Heavy Kick.
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Finally, something to shut Luc up!
There's a smirk on the woman's face when Luc is gripped and choked, black eyes mirthful as she just stands by idly for the briefest of moments observing his plight. Really, if this weren't a two versus one, she'd probably spend it laughing at the kid being strangled by the brawler. He deserved it. Really.
But there's a time for laughter and a time for action; unfortunately, now appears to be a time for the latter. Making her move, the woman weaves around and attempts her kicks. ...unfortunately, it hardly seems to faze the muscular boxer. Briefly the Chinese woman is disarmed by his lack of affect. Her leg recoils briefly, as he weaves out of Luc's way.
Shenwoo's reply to her question earns him a grin, black eyes flickering with the briefest hints of red as she observes him for that brief moment. "I was just making sure," she explains. Of course she knows who he is! If anything, she's trying to make small talk with the brawler. Might as well try to have SOME fun, if she's forced to put up with the belligerent Luc and a bunch of drunken Spaniards whooping and hollering loudly.
"My name--" Before the greeting can be finished she's grabbed by the hair and yanked down. But rather than have his leathery knee meet flesh and bone, her hand comes up and intercepts, absorbing most of the blow in the center of her palm. A hiss of pain follows as she reaches up and swats his arm away, staggering backwards.
"My NAME," she states again, "is Shihong Mao." An amiable smile crawls over her rouge lips. A leg slowly slides backwards as she stands her ground, seemingly patient as she observes the brawler, Luc all but forgotten for now. "It's nice to meet another who hails from Shanghai. It isn't often, I admit." The woman crouches.
"So, let me just say it's a pleasure to meet you!"
Lunging forwards, Shihong springs into the air with forward momentum. Midflight her body twists, legs suddenly flaring to life with vermillion-colored energy unlike that used by her cohort as she attempts to drive her heels into Shenwoo, where--should her heels make contact--the energy erupts, to launch the Shanghai brawler back, and possibly off his feet!
A soft hiss of annoyance escapes Schroedinger's lips as his fiery elbow strikes nothing but air. Really, to say he's surprised would be a lie; there's only irritation in his eyes as the agile and the far more powerful fighter manages to dart out of the way of his attack. Green eyes narrow, his head swings around--
--Just in time to see Shenwoo attempt to drive his knee into Shihong's face. The German looks impassive as Mao manages to defend herself, not overly concerned with the other's well-being. Instead, he just frowns. And his frown gets deeper... and deeper... and deeper.
"Man..." he starts slowly, even as Shihong drives forward. "You talk -way too fucking much-."
Staying crouched for a moment, Luc considers the two fighters as they come to clash. Shihong drives in from -above-, and so, Schroedinger decides to go in low. The angry German pushes off his right foot, rocketing towards Shenwoo. The muscles of his legs strain beyond what he should be capable of, black-blue fire pluming around his hands. About midway through his run, he swoops down -low-, sliding across the ground with an excessive amount of momentum to grip Shenwoo by the legs, and -yank-, hard, just in time to unleash a sudden an unpleasant explosion of black-blue fire to help the man on his downward trip.
"-ASSES-!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo endures Shihong's Strutting Crow.
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COMBATSYS: Shenwoo fails to interrupt Medium Throw from Luc with Tenrenshou.
-* CRITICAL FAIL! *-
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"Yeah, likewise," Shen says. "Uh... I guess." He's not really big on mid-fight socialising, you know. Normally he prefers shouting loudly and punching people in the face. But it seems that, right now, that particular area of his expertise is about to fail him. Shihong's leaping attack is met with a resolute refusal to even try and get out of the way from Shen, the strike hitting home powerfully and driving him back, directly into the path of Luc's lower attack...
And Shenwoo grins a bit, because he's got an awesome plan.
Twisting around, he actually moves further /into/ the path of Luc, ensuring that he can't possibly avoid the schoolboy's grip. Unfortunately, what follows - specifically, his attempt to kick Luc right in the damn head - proves to be the worst of all possible responses. His foot grazes by Luc's head harmlessly, while Shen's current position leaves him unable to take the impact with the ground properly. Much less the explosion of power that follows.
The hit is quite powerful, too, nothing even the God of Battle can simply shrug off, the explosion of chi rebounding him into the air, leaving him to land on the cage floor again. For a long moment, the berserker sits there, looking dumbstruck.
And then he starts to laugh.
"Ha ha ha ha!" Shen's shoulders shake in his mirth, as he grabs onto the cage with one hand to help himself onto his feet. "You two... Ha ha! I guess you can hit pretty hard when you want to. SHOW ME MORE!!"
Fortunately for both, Shihong stops talking the moment she takes to the air, heels igniting with energy. Driving into Shenwoo, he holds his ground, even as the ensuing burst of rich red energy explodes, giving the Chinese woman enough momentum to leap up, twist and land several feet away in a deep crouch. When she looks up, black eyes catch sight of Shenwoo's counterattack as Luc moves in.
But it doesn't go according to his plan, and as result, he's slammed down and exploded.
Rising smoothly to her feet, Shihong exhales lightly, her head shaking slowly as she stands her ground, exercising surprising patience despite the insane laughter of Shenwoo and the foul, crass sass-mouth Luc wears. "I'll never understand the likes of you," she remarks, casting a stray glance toward Luc before she smiles demurely.
When Shenwoo finally fully rises to his feet with the aid of the chain-link prison they're forced into, Shihong's expression remains amused. "Oh, thanks. I try, you know," she idly remarks, waving a hand dismissively, the other pressed lightly to her cheek in a coy gesture. The woman doesn't move immediately. Why rush?
Instead, the woman just narrows her eyes, peering intently at the God of Battle, biding her time as patiently as she can, despite the distractions of drunken Spaniards and god-awful music blaring on busted speakers as the three fighters fight in their cage.
COMBATSYS: Shihong focuses on her next action.
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There. See...
That's more what Schroedinger wanted.
The backwards stumble of Shenwoo, and that lash of his foot and subsequent loss of balance allows the German to put forth even more force than he could have normally. With a gutteral sort of laugh, the German lets Shenwoo explode -backwards-, leaping off and away from the God of Battle as black chi crackles around his fist like electricity. Green eyes narrow into slits, and slowly an unpleasant smile crawls across the student's lips.
Which is all but ruined the moment that Shihong starts talking again. Smile quickly malforms into a frown as his head snaps towards the Shanghai woman. "And I'll never understand why you can't shut the hell up! Who wants to fight with someone who doesn't know how to shut their freaking trap?! -Girls- or -women-, whatever the hell you are, they're both god awful!"
The hypocrisy of Luc's long rant is all but lost on him as he turns his attention back on Shenwoo, rolling up his sleeves a bit further and cracking his knuckles, one after the other. "Now if you're done yapping it up... let's just kick this guy's el asso and get done with it!!" And with that marring of the Spanish languagew Luc leaps, feeling proud. See? He can immerse himself in the culture, too.
Exploding with a sudden jet of black-blue chi behind him spewing out in a rocketing gout, Luc thrusts his right leg forward, his flames encircling the appendage like the coil of a snake. With a gutteral cry of "STUPIDO!!!" (once more embracing the Spanish language), Luc seeks to drive his foot into the dead center of Shenwoo's chest, unleashing all that chi in a sudden, small -wave- of black blue flames that will explode brutally upon contact. Or La Brutallyia, as the Spaniards say.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo parries Luc's Tyrant Strike!
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Shoulders still shaking faintly in his mirth, Shenwoo's dark eyes move slowly from Shihong to Luc. Since it seems the Chinese woman is content to hang back at the moment, it seems that Schroedinger himself is going to bear the brunt of the God of Battle's attention at the moment, particularly as he comes out with that flaming kick of his. Surely, this can mean nothing good for Shenwoo, right?!
Or... Maybe not.
The kick, blue-black flames and all, is simply batted aside by the taller man, who seems wholly unaffected by the force and fiery energy of the attack. Instead, his feral grin widens further, a glint of madness in his dark eyes. In the split-second after he brushes Luc's attack aside, the tattooed fighter simply slugs himself in the face once... And then he goes completely bughouse nuts.
A violent aura erupts around the God of Battle, rattling the cage entire and briefly drowning out the sound of the audience beyond, as Shenwoo bursts into motion, reaching to plough right into Luc and then smash him into the chain link wall on the /opposite/ side of the cage, whereupon the berserker will unleash a terrible onslaught of strikes, with fists and knees and his head all in liberal amounts, seemingly trying to beat Luc so hard the youth passes through the cage like soft cheese foced through a sieve.
And throughout, the God of Battle keeps on laughing, his voice echoing throughout the arena. "Ha ha ha ha ha! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo successfully hits Luc with Bakuma Assault EX.
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When Luc cuts his head around and snaps at her, Shihong just laughs merrily, eyes pinching shut as she bends forward at the waist and laugh. Despite the seedy local in scenic Barcelona, as well as their imposing Shanghai brawler opponent, bothering the poor Pacific High fighter is an enjoyment in a league of its own. But, sadly, despite her good humor, she keeps talking.
"Plenty of people do! It's called socializing and getting to know the people whose faces you are punching and kicking in. I know, it's probably a little difficult for a young man like you to understand, so..." Pausing, the Chinese woman tips her head to one side, eyes drifting upwards toward the ceiling.
Her brief pause ends when she laughs cheerfully and adds, "I can draw you a picture, if you like?" Really, she's only doing it at this point to piss him off...and it seems to be working. "But fine, fine." Still, the woman keeps back. "We can fight if it will make you feel better. ...ah..?
He cries loudly, and the woman lifts a hand, pressing it to her face. "I think you meant to say 'estúpido,' if the traveler's guide I read on the flight over was correct..." She really wants to set poor Luc Schroedinger off. How far can she push his buttons..?
Even so, the woman's arms move from her side as she focuses on the brawler, long, lanky arms reaching out before her as long fingertips stretch outwards in Shenwoo's direction--even as he assaults poor Luc. Breathing slowly, a spark of energy erupts along her fingertips and grows, the energy rapidly swelling and dancing like fire along her coat sleeves. It collects and continues to grow...before both arms elegantly draw up before they draw backwards, before finally thrusting forward with a loud kiai.
As result that red angry energy launches itself forward, a large mass of serpentine-shaped vermillion 'flames' roaring right at Shenwoo!
Well.
Shucks howdy.
Luc is phenomenally screwed the moment that Shenwoo bats aside his assault. It's intimidating, it's frightening, seeing Shenwoo go so completely and utterly -berserk-. For most people. It'd be hard -not- to be afraid, not to scramble in panic as the God of Battle swings forward with speed and fury like unto a force of nature. Most people would panic.
Luc Schroedinger just runs right into Shenwoo's fists.
This plan proves to be just slightly ill-conceived.
Luc doesn't even have time to center himself. In one second, he is plowing forward. In the next, he's suddenly being crushing -into- the ground with unrelenting fury by Shenwoo's mighty physical blows. A combination of bone shattering strikes crack his rips, plaster his face, sending sprays of blood flying everywhere as sickening crack after crack fills the pit cage, accompanying the roar of the crowds. And as Shenwoo laughs... Luc's eyes, though his left is nearly swollen shut, -flare- with life. His swelling lip cracks apart in a grin. When the impacts stop, he collapses to his knees, blood dripping to the ground. And... he starts to laugh.
"THAT'SH FUCKING UHMAZSHING!!"
Just mere moments after those slurred words roar out, Luc snaps upwards, lifting his right arm high into the air. A crackling lance of black-blue power manifests across his palm, before he -thrusts- it into the ground, letting the spear impact a foot or so from Shenwoo's feet. It is absorbed into the ground, and only a moment after...
... a massive -gout- of burning, black-blue fire EXPLODES from the ground beneath Shenwoo's feet, intent on consuming him within the fiery mass and spitting him out across the cage floor.
"HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!"
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo endures Shihong's Coiled Dragon EX.
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COMBATSYS: Shenwoo fails to reflect Uberlastung Lanze from Luc with Tamaken.
- Power fail! -
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COMBATSYS: Shenwoo can no longer fight.
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Of course, no matter how good you are - or think you are, for that matter - when you're up against multiple opponents who aren't completely insignificant? Sooner or later they're going to wear you down. Shenwoo certainly isn't a master of calm strategising, plotting out how to best defeat his opponents; though he can be pragmatic, and even somewhat tricksy, he usually prefers to apply overwhelming force rather than approach things from a different angle.
Sometimes this doesn't work out too well.
The 'flames' from Shihong strike the berserker unmolested, without even an attempt on his part to avoid them or mitigate the damage; he simply stands there and gets hit, feeling the searing force of the blast, standing up under it through main strength more than anything else. "SHOW ME!!" the still rather berserk Shenwoo demands, as Luc hurls his 'spear' of energy into the floor. Backing up a few more steps from the lingering effects of Shihong's strike, crouching a little, Shen seems ready for it... But he simply isn't. The blast's direction is unexpected, and whatever Shenwoo tries to do about it, it leaves him wide open, the gout of black-blue energy sending him flying up and back, crashing into the cage and /denting/ it outright, before he falls forward and impacts with the ground, landing on his knees with an audible grunt.
Though he can't continue fighting, Shenwoo still has the werewithal to get back to his feet, despite all of that. "Heh... That was pretty fun," he allows, but he has to acknowledge that he lost, stepping towards the exit of the cage. "Guess you two win. Keep it up... Otherwise next time you'll both end up smeared all over the wall."
As screwed as Schroedinger may very well be when Shenwoo attacks him, Shihong seems content in simply biding her time, collecting that red energy before she thrusts her arms forward, sending that gout of Psycho Power lancing toward the Shanghai brawler. To her surprise, even as the bloodied and bruised and thoroughly thrashed Luc laughs and maniacally yells, the man weathers it completely.
"What a guy," the woman quietly remarks of the God of Battle.
But her attentions are drawn away, as a sudden pulse of chi rises from the German's hand, a lance of pure energy swelling and stretching from his hands outward. Before she can truly question the Pacific High delinquent's motives he hurls it at the boxer. The earth rumbles. Then...explosion.
It rattles the fencing and frightens patrons, numerous drunken Spaniards rushing every which direction as lights threaten to fall from the shaky rafters. And caught in the center of it all is poor Shenwoo, his body tossed into the cage and causing it to buckle on impact before he thuds to the ground. Uncertainly she looks on, as he miraculously pulls himself to his feet, ambling away toward the exit. Pouting lightly, the woman lifts a hand and begins to speak, but he cuts her off.
Smear them..? A smirk cuts over her red lips.
"I hope we get to meet again sometime, God of Battle!" she calls out, not the least bit shaken by his threats, and left to leave without interruption. Sighing contentedly, the woman's shoulders sag a bit...before her black eyes drift toward the beaten brawler nearby. Slowly, rouge lips ease into a devilishly playful smile. She wasn't done.
"Oh my~!" the woman cries cheerfully, as patrons still scatter on the outside of the cage. "You were so scary and strong, Luc Schroedinger. I am very impressed with your talents! You did so well. I should really thank you." Walking toward him, the woman employs a patient gait, her demeanor far from threatening as she nears, closing in the distance that separates the two fighters remaining.
She pauses an unpleasantly close distance from the younger man, eyes hooding demurely as she sports a playful grin. "Don't forget to smile for the cameras, okay~?" Whatever Shihong means, she gives the German precious little time to mull, for an instant thereafter she leans in and places a particularly reserved kiss on the guy's bruised cheek.
Right on camera.
For ALL the world to see.
Luc's face grows red and his cheeks puff out and steam starts blowing out of his ears. And soon enough his head explodes completely with 'KABLOOEY' sound effects.
the end
Thick rivulets of blood run down the corners of Luc's mouth as he stands. Calling it 'standing' would actually be a bit too generous; the young man is hunched over slightly, his body bruised and broken, with multiple swells from debatably broken bones scoring his flesh. It hurts to breath. It hurts to talk. But even so...
... he's still laughing.
The laughing only stops when Shenwoo hits the floor, defeated. The Schroedinger ear looks down, squinting as best he can at the God of Battle. "Over... already?" he breathes out. A hand lifts to scratch at his ear. "Maaaaan... I guess that... was a fun fight. You're not half bad... for a stupid... worthless..."
And before Luc can say something potentially racist and ignorant to spread his ill-will further, the German breaks out into a series of wet coughs, collapsing onto his knees as he hunches over. He's almost oblivious to the fact that Shihong is still around -- it's debatable if he even remembers she was in the fight at all. He just breathes heavily, looking abused and irritable as the Shanghai woman approaches. As she speaks, he blinks slowly, looking upwards. "What the hell...?" he drones out, staring blankly at the woman. "... You're still here? What the hell are -you- doing he--"
And then Shihong kisses him.
-On the cheek-.
Luc blinks silently for a moment, only wincing slightly as the contact with his tender and injured cheek. He looks almost dumbfounded to say the least... before eyes, both swollen and non, narrow. "WHAT THE SHIT WAS THAT?! GET OFF ME YOU STRANGE WHORE! WHAT KIND OF PERSON KISSES SOMEONE THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW?! --A WHORE, THAT'S WHO!" Shoving Shihong away, the injured Luc is far-too quickly back on his feet, suddenly storming -OUT- of the cage to just get -AWAY- from Shihong as fast as possible. "Don't FUCKING kiss me, you freak! I don't know you, you're not my girlfriend, THIS WAS A FIGHTING MATCH, NOT A KISS-OFF, GET THE SHIT OUT OF HERE!" And off Luc storms, bellowing out obscenities as he shoves person after person aside.
"-STUPID- -GIRLS-. ... I MEAN -WOMEN-, WHAT THE -FUCK- EVER!"
COMBATSYS: Luc has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Shihong has ended the fight here.
Log created on 19:44:38 04/25/2008 by Luc, and last modified on 00:28:28 04/27/2008.