Description: "I'm standing outside Bulguksa Temple where apparently the fighting supermodel, Domino, has been given shelter for the duration of his stay in South Korea. According to the monks, Domino was sweeping the grounds last night when he was assaulted by a man dressed entirely in black and carrying a gun of some kind. This man claimed that their guest had upset someone of notoriety, and a fight ensued. Tragically in the process, the temple has been damaged. The locals are making efforts to repair the relic, while Domino has given heartfelt apology for allowing it to happen. His current medical condition, however, is unknown. Back to you, Sang."
A few days since Drake's arrival in Korea, and he's really getting used to the sites. Or, more particularly, one site. One site that's graciously accepted him as a guest until his business has concluded in the country. This place is none other than Bulguksa Temple, holder of not one, but seven precious artifacts to Korea.
What the heck the monks were thinking letting Drake stay is anyone's guess.
But he's been a good guest. He's helped with the temple's upkeep by performing various menial tasks, and has refrained from bothering the monks too much. So in return, he gets to stay in a shabby little cubby. But he really can't complain. Not with the historically magnificent surroundings he's getting to indulge with.
Tonight, Drake can be found amidst flickering lanterns strewn about the courtyard of the temple in front of the Cloud bridges. The air is still and silent, peaceful all throughout with a black, velvetine sky studded with pinpoint stars. In respect for his surroundings, Drake's kept to wearing his custom gi - and in his hands is a wooden pole with bristles attached. Indeed, it's a broom. Drake, supermodel, professional wrestler, all around fighter... is sweeping the area just before the steps with a quiet dignity.
*swisk* *swisk* *swisk*
Korea is a great deal of ways away from where NESTS usually runs their business, but even still, small loads of armaments are planted everywhere about the world, small cells that converse with each other, groups of spies and and information network that spans the known world, from one end towards the other with only sparse gaps. Nothing escapes the web.
Drake did not go silently, making it all easier for NESTS to track him down towards the Bulguksa temple, a location not hard to find, nor is it terrible to infiltrate. Lit only with candles and lanterns, the black uniforms easily mask the organization. But with the sounds of a helicopter wafting through the air minutes before, it's almost too much of a coincidence.
But as Drake sweeps, a man with violent intent approaches, Medo Ghan, a soldier created through the NESTS soldier program, created to fight as one of the many 'super soldiers' they had experimented with approaches rapidly. Upon the ground, he makes no sound at first, barely even a footstep as he approaches the well lit area of the templem and outside of the light, pulls a pin from a small, apple sized tool.
Hurled through the air as if propelled by an unchallened force, it bounces towards Drake, landing near the brooms hairs, an ominous tink tink tink of metal against a hard stone floor nothing more than a terrible warning sign.
The attacker is not yet seen. Not yet being the most important part yet.
*swisk* *swisk* *swisk* *sww-*
An item drops in front of Drake, and he quirks an eyebrow. The first thing he does is look up towards the sky, just in case something is coming apart over his head. None of that, apparently. So Drake sets to glancing about himself more in full. The only thing to be seen, however, is flickering darkness amidst the lanterns.
Well -something- had to have propelled the tiny object at him. Drake knows that much. But just what -is- the object in question? Drake crouches down before it and tilts his head inquisitively to the side. A.. pin? Something along those lines, at any rate. The helicopter he heard earlier might have crashed and blasted some debris over here.. but surely he would've heard something like -that-. Right?
In the end, Drake just frowns and raises to his full height. *swisk* Pin is swept towards the little pile he's accumulating off the path.
Drake is given only seconds to think what the pin is for. For even as the pin clatters down, something else follows in turn without a moments notice. The secret malevolence that awaits him is nothing more than a small canister, hurled across the floor towards his feet. Green and grey in color, it comes to brief roll after tumbling across the rocky base that protrudes from the floor.
Gas smits up towards Drake faster than a normal man could expect, bursting upwards in hopes to stun him through sheer unpredictability. The gas thrusts upwards, expanding as the pressure from the canister shoots out, filling all orafices with a stinging gas meant to disorient.
And even with the lanterns about, the flame dancing around, the lone NESTS footman comes into view, suited from head to foot in a rough, protective armor meant to keep almost everything out, nightvision goggles aiding in pointing a fully automatic rifle, a model never released, down towards Drake. Pivoting down to one knee, he fires off a burst of bullets directly at Drake's figure, cloaked in the gas that he had produced not too long ago.
The once peaceful temple erupts in gunfire in a moments notice.
COMBATSYS: Invader has started a fight here.
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ <
Invader 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Drake has joined the fight here.
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > //////////////////////////////]
Invader 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Drake
COMBATSYS: Invader successfully hits Drake with Strong Shot.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ////////////////////////// ]
Invader 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Drake
The canister is given a weird look... only for it to suddenly erupt into a spray of green gas. Stinging, choking gas, at that. It certainly does its job in distracting the model, who only manages to make a surprised noise before the bullets nail him.
-That- will be unpleasant for the monks to remove.
All Drake really has time to think about, though, is that he's being assaulted by a gun-wielding person. Apparently someone has something against him. He'll figure this part out in a bit, however. For now, Drake pushes the pain of bullet wounds to the back of his mind in favor of turning the attack back around. This, of course, will be difficult with the smoke still in his eyes.. but he'll give it his best shot anyway.
With a burst of energy, Drake leaps forth towards the only non-flickering shadowy shape he can barely make out - with broom in hand. His grip slides along the pole to hold it by the bristles, then firmly swings it in a wide arc with every intention to clobber the assailant with the hard wood.
COMBATSYS: Invader blocks Drake's Random Weapon.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ////////////////////////// ]
Invader 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Drake
A broom? Medo only laughs inwardly, the suit making a grainly laughter as it strikes at him. His gun goes up, used to block the broom horizontally, the weapon only holding out against the kid because he's willing himself to. The fights already begun, and this punk is taking the fight to him. That's not good at all. He's the one supposed to be fighting back.
And he will too. Drake gets in closer, despite the bullet wounds, Medo pushing off with all his might, aimed at sending the wrestler off balance for a small bit. Just enough for him to use this to his advantage.
The smoke begins to evacuate the area, raising up and expanding so that he can see. The flames easily reaveal the nature of the assailant. Technilogical advances and the ability to afford such sophisticated equipment to armor up even their soldiers.
Medo, a soldier by nature, and assailant by trade, aims to plant a kick towards the front of Drake's chest. And he'll push off, aiming to send the wrestler away where he can continue to pummel him with bullets.
COMBATSYS: Drake fails to counter Light Kick from Invader with Solar Eclipse.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////////////////////// ]
Invader 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Drake
Still struggling with the stinging in his eyes, Drake is not really fit to mount any kind of resistance to the sudden force or the subsequent kick. It hits Drake as intended, getting a quiet 'ouf!' from him and spilling him down to the ground. He, however, quickly pushes himself to a seated position.. and proceeds to rub at his eyes. Grrgh.
"Who are you!?," he demands, duly angry. "And what the heck's your problem!?"
Medo almost lets out mechanical like laughter at the question. Who was he, what's his problem? Taking powerful strides towards the downed wrestler, Medo stays quiet for now, the visors glinting a soft green, the iredescence leaking off of it to give away his position, his eyes powerfully glowing as if he was a ghost.
"I'm no one," Medo announces, "You made yourself a target." He answers disjointedly, his mind more focused on the task at hand than blowing away a sentance or otherwise. He continues his approach, aiming the weapon down towards Drake, his hand on the trigger, ready to fire at any move. But he doesn't just instantly.
"You made someone unhappy, and now they're out for you." The voice announces, hard and tough, fuzzy through the gasmask that he wears. Audible but to a fault, a soft wheeze heard as he breaths. The rifle is pulled, the shot fired directly into Drake's chest, even as he's on the ground. There was no mercy tonight in this temple.
COMBATSYS: Drake dodges Invader's Point-Blank Fire.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////////////////////// ]
Invader 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Drake
Eyes teared up from the stinging gasses, Drake peers up at the rather.. disconcerting.. individual before him. Reminds him of someone he utterly loathes, but there's no way it's the same person. It sounds different, looks different, and carries itself different. It might even be male. The odd tinny voice makes it hard to tell. But the important thing here is that it has a gun angled down at him.
It's as if the mechanic click of the rifle's chamber spurs Drake into action. The round leaves the barrel and strikes the ground, sending a clot of dirt into the air. Drake, however, has blurred out of the way to end in a crouch.
"Must'a!," concurs Drake, not without a hint of pride. To his knowledge, he only makes particularly bad people unhappy. Naive, maybe, but eh.
The touring warrior dashes towards his assailant again - but this time with an aura of sparkling white around himself. The aura displaces, creating a 'shadow' double of himself just as he comes in melee range with Medo. The physical Drake attempts to hook the man around the midsection from behind to bridge his back and drive his head against the earth behind him in a German suplex.
The double mimics this with a second's lag.
Drake curls over the gun-toting attacker to hoist him up into a second, chained German suplex.
The shadow mimics.
A third one is strung along, ending with Drake bridged to hold his attacker in position more or less on his head.
The shadow mimics.. then melds into the ground beneath Medo. Abruptly, a geyser of sparkling white concussive energy surges up from the ground, meant to blast Medo out of Drake's grasp and into the air.
COMBATSYS: Drake successfully hits Invader with Whiteout.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ////////////////////// ]
Invader 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Drake
The Invader, if anything, was anything but fast. Blurring out of the fire, Drake manages to escape the massive buckshot that fires, shotgun shells clicking out and instead clattering to the floor, able to escape it all together and get around the man. He manages, if anything, to do so. But Medo, unable to move fast enough, shits his weight, attempting to throw himself into the strike.
But it's too late. He's taken, grasped from the ground and then German suplexed into another German suplex, into another. Multiples take him before the ground explodes beneath him, the surge taking the larger man a small distance before he, once more, rises.
And he's anything but done with him. Getting up, the larger man crosses ground quickly towards Drake, even as he recovers, aiming a powerful, leather gloved fist towards Drake's face, trying to blow the man back from the powerful force behind it.
COMBATSYS: Invader successfully hits Drake with Fierce Punch.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ////////////////// ]
Invader 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Drake
Drake twists over and raises to his full height once more. Except a fist is suddenly coursing towards his face, smashing against him squarely and knocking him back a few steps with a grimace. "Nnf.. lucky shot..," he mutters under his breath. Even though Drake will adamantly refuse to believe in any such thing.
Drake is closing the distance again, gritting his teeth at the feeling of blood trickling along his skin under the gi's surface. The blitz wrestler comes from yet another odd angle, this time hopping into the air and twisting his body about to aim legs-first at Medo. Only he isn't going for a dropkick. Instead, the legs scissor out to attempt hooking around his neck. If caught, Drake torques his body downwards while pulling on the legs to hoist the attacker off his feet, through the air, and brought down squarely upon his head.
COMBATSYS: Invader blocks Drake's Strong Throw.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////////////////// ]
Invader 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Drake
Lucky shots or not, Medo takes what he can and doesn't give back. On specific orders to test, and if able, kill, he's not too off kilter about such things, being believable a giant man with a gun, most of his power comes from brute force. What better a personality than an obedient, violent man? Stupidity also helps, but NESTS prides itself less on thugs, but more on creating a force able to think, react, and strike.
And as Drake blitz the soldier of fortune, Medo's grasped leg first, getting legs scizzored about him, the man does, for what he can, fights it. His arms stopping Drake from scizzoring and dropping him onto his head, but instead, his shoulderblades.
The armor takes the blunt of the strike as Medo rolls across the dirt, aiming back up towards Drake, his rifle letting loose another quick burst right towards Drake's chest cavity.
COMBATSYS: Invader successfully hits Drake with Medium Shot.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > //////////////// ]
Invader 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Drake
The landing is off-kilter, true enough. Drake can tell pretty easily when a technique doesn't quite go the way he intended. And in this case, it most certainly didn't. Of course, he's not used that move before - it's something he's weaseled from a certain Korean girl in their countless sparring. Still, Drake springs back to his feet and whirls around to-
*BANG*
Drake is shot square in the chest and knocked off his feet to land flat on his back with eyes wide. Bullets... apparently move really fast. Drake thought after Thailand, he'd be more used to them and their avoidance. But he's proven his technique isn't quite perfect yet. What with, y'know, breathless, watery-eyed model laying on the ground with a fresh wound.
Drake very slowly brings himself to a seated position, bracing himself with his right hand on the ground, left arm over his chest. Each breath is a pained hiss through teeth, and he attempts to focus out the burning pain threatening to overcome him.
COMBATSYS: Drake gains composure.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////////////////// ]
Invader 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Drake
Drake drops down after the shot strikes him in his chest. No amount of sparring hand to hand will save you from a gunshot, and here to prove that is Medo. Slowly getting up as the barrels of his rifle smokes, softly wafting off in the hard light of the lanterns. But as he approaches, he can plainly see, as if it was day, that Drake was not finished yet.
Blood does not mean a kill, after all.
Raising his goggles up towards the mans face and his braced demeanor, attempting to overcome the pain, Medo takes advantage of this. As if to laugh at his already downed foe, Medo makes his way close.
And from there, even as he's seated, bracing himself, he fires off a faste strike, right for his foes temple, the punched aimed to knock him out of his trance, rudely.
COMBATSYS: Drake blocks Invader's Quick Punch.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ////////////////// ]
Invader 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Drake
Drake stares angrily at the taller man as he approaches, just knowing that gun is going to come about again.. only it doesn't. Instead, a fist does. A fist is something Drake feels adequately prepared to defend against. The arm crossing his chest shoots up to deflect the fist along his forearm. Painful, sure, but not as bad as a direct hit would have been.
And now, his assailant has closed the distance between them. Drake decides to outright ignore the pain and hops up to his feet and makes a grab for the gun. This is done with full reliance on his foe attempting to wrest it free from his grabby wrestler mitts. But that's really just the thing. Drake has no intention of stealing the gun - just distracting Medo's guard. The moment the man's arms are lifted for whatever reason, Drake thrusts his left knee upwards repeatedly at the man's midsection, intent on hammering three firm blows. Once done, his head is trapped under Drake's left arm, and he grabs him at the left hip with his right hand to hoist him into the air upside-down. From there, Drake hops up and twists over, driving Medo onto his back while dropping his weight across the man's chest in a suplex powerslam.
COMBATSYS: Invader endures Drake's Flashbang.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ///////////////// ]
Invader 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Drake
There are few things you can't expect. How things happen, how things fail. How drake actually stops the fist from striking head on. And here, Medo thought that Drake would have tried to spring out of the way.
This just makes everything easier for him. Or would be however. As Drake closes the distance between them, making a grab for the gun, the Invader wrestles over it. So much, that Medo actually forces himself into the roll as Drake moves, the knee striking into his midsection as he raises the weapon, three hammering blows aided only by the fact that as Drake grasps him, he holds on too, even as he's hoisted upside down and brought into a suplex.
During the strikes, Medo hasn't been simply allowing Drake to manhandle him. During it, well, lets say he loaded the special, armor piercing ammo, the ones made to take out anything.
And he goes wild, napalm strikes eat the end of the rifle, blasting off towards Drake and even the temple, where when it hits, it explodes magnificently. The spinning weapon and terrible ammount of ammo ate up in this one last assault is truely one of those marvels.
COMBATSYS: Invader successfully hits Drake with Disaster Area.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////////// ]
Invader 0/-------/------=|=======\==-----\1 Drake
Drake recovers from the slam and raises back up to his full height with narrowed amethyst eyes. Only.. the gun is going off. Drake just has no time to get out of the way, dive though he does. The round explodes against him, a round against the temple, against the ground - all over. The one that strikes Drake gets a sharp cry of pain, with him hitting the ground in a sidelong roll. Gi is now smouldering, pretty effectively ruined... but worse off? A part of the temple is damaged, scorched and collapsed in on itself. Drake pushes himself up to a seated position, and his eyes set to the damage on the structure first and foremost.
His heart sinks.
"N-no...," Drake protests weakly. He can't see the full extent of the damage, but he -does- know that there are irreplacable artifacts inside - if the temple itself isn't considered one!
Drake forces himself up to his full height, now glaring wildly at the invader. "YOU BASTARD!" Without any further pause, Drake lunges for the man and attempts to grab him by the right arm to twist it over and bring him down to the ground on his front. From there, his right knee sets behind the man's shoulder and he wrenches upwards on the arm in a reverse armbar. "I'M GONNA BREAK IT OFF!"
COMBATSYS: Invader fails to interrupt Medium Throw from Drake with Savage Beatdown.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > //////////// ]
Invader 0/-------/----===|=======\===----\1 Drake
Medo presses on, even as Drake recovers from the strike, the damage to the structure is te last thing on Medo's mind. He doesn't care about it. Hell, this entire place can go rot in hell. Debris falls from the strike, even as he's reloading, just looking at Drake as he weakly looks at the structure. It gives a tear to the big lug.
He loves seems grown men cry.
Drake comes forward, throwing himself, pressing the advantage over the invader, and this time, as the Invader just strikes to stop the armbar by pressing the gun right against him, it fails. Drake's already grabbing his arm and bringing him down before wrenching him about. It's painful as one might expect, but Medo's built tough. He's not going down that easy. Thought the power of the suited man, he can't get up in the weird position.
Not fast, anyways. His gambit failing, he gets up to try again.
Drake continues wrenching and pulling on the arm, growling ferociously at the man. "This arm? It's mine! I'm gonna mount it on my frickin' wall!"
Rare enough that Drake even speaks in a serious fight. This? The invader has driven Drake into a rage, apparently, the adrenaline all but audably pumping through him. Gunshot wounds? What gunshot wounds? All the model knows is that this guy has damaged a national treasure, and must therefore pay.
When the armbar relents and Medo manages to get back up, Drake is standing at the ready. Without a moment of hesitation, his hands lash out to attempt grabbing him squarely by the shoulders...
COMBATSYS: Invader blocks Drake's Total Eclipse.
[ \\\\\\\\\ < > //////////// ]
Invader 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Drake
Hands clamped down, Drake means to make an end to his attacker here and now by setting up the Total Eclipse. He's yanked into a bent over position, head locked between Drake's legs. From there, Drake hooks his arms around the man's midsection, hoisting him upside-down into piledriver position.
He's not piledriven though. That would be far too merciful for the Total Eclipse. Instead, the man's ideally unprotected midsection is CRUSHED with every ounce of Drake's remaining strength in an inverted bearhug. The arms steadily pump tighter and tighter, seeking to crush whatever organs and bones his forearms find along the way.
With all the rage in the world, a well taught and trained soldier can reduce that to a pea in comparison. Even as he gets up, Medo is silent. A killer for sure, but with skilled with weaponry none the less. Getting to one knee, he props himself up. Just enough so that Drake can see that, even through failure, he still is resisted. And sure enough, he is resisted.
Even as Drake rushes for him to get revenge for the walls and the grounds that he had so carelessly included in his assault!
Intentionally.
Drake comes, coming towards Medo in a rush, grasping for his shoulders and getting just that, but Medo practices tactics that he was made sure to know. Ducking and holding himself, even as he's yanked and driven into a pildriver, and instead, his chest crushed in an inverted bear hug, crushing portions of his chest. He's weak, but he ain't out.
Getting up, almost forced, the man takes a moment to pause, breathe in, breathe out, before rushing right towards Drake, moving to tackle him down. And just tackle, run right into him. Drive him forward with his body into stone, and if he gets there, let loose with repeated strikes of the butt of the weapon, aiming to just finish Drake here and now.
COMBATSYS: Drake counters Break The Rules from Invader with Star Breaker.
[ \\\\ < > ////////// ]
Invader 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Drake
The Total Eclipse is... not completed. Not in full, by any stretch. Instead, his assailant gets free. It's in part a mixture of fatigue, Medo's skill, and the adrenaline starting to amp down. Drake draws in a couple ragged breaths, mouth hung open, blood apparent through his clothes and on his fair skin, black in the moonlight. He's not well. That's for sure. He's going to need some downtime to fix himself up.
But Drake sets into his stance. Left foot shifts back, right foot forward, settling into a shallow backstance. Right arm angles down before his right side, hand tapered flat. Left hand chambers at his gunshot chest, fingers splayed and at the ready.
Medo rushes, the force behind his charge evident in full by body language alone. At the very last moment, Drake's hands shoot out. The right hand snaps up to grab his left wrist, left hand grabbing him at the right hip. Utilizing that massive momentum, Drake hoists Medo up into the air in an arc, and drops him soundly upon an upturned knee. Immediately following impact, the right hand sets under his chin, left hand to his left leg. Both shove downwards.
Hard.
Whether bones snap, crackle, or pop from that wrenching action, Drake shoves forward to roll the gun-wielder off his knee and raises back to his full height.
Even as Medo rushes in, he leaves himself open. Too open, he's grabed, hoisted up, and then struck beneath the chin powerfully. The invader isn't able to complete the strike at all. Mid strike he failed it, even if it was a rush. He falls downwards, striking powerfully before being let roll. But he doesn't get up immidiately, slowly pulling himself up enough to pull out another smoke grenade.
Tossing it down at Drake's feet, Medo struggles to get up even as the gas begins to spread.
When the gas should disperse, Medo will be nowhere there, but the faint sounds of a helicopter taking off are entirely evident. They may be connected. Or they may be completely different things. The world may never know.
COMBATSYS: Invader takes no action.
[ \\\\\\\\\\ <
Drake 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Invader can no longer fight.
[ \\\\\\\\\\ <
Drake 0/-------/------=|
The smoke grenade is regarded cautiously, and Drake starts to back away - only it erupts before he can get anywhere.
When the smoke clears, Drake is on hands and knees, coughing heavily and trying to regain his senses. When his head lifts.. his attacker is gone. The helicopter is duly noted, but there's nothing he can actually do about it. So instead, he just lets his head hang, attempting to work up the energy to ascend the steps and join the monks.
COMBATSYS: Drake has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:35:04 09/17/2008 by Drake, and last modified on 19:47:51 09/19/2008.