Description: What do you get when you mix one of the world's foremost martial artists with a midget and a gorilla in a scrapyard filled to the brim with discarded automobiles and their assorted metal bits? Whatever the hell it is, it sure does make a mess. (Winner: Ryu)
For Blanka, this actually feels really familiar.
Just a few weeks ago, Blanka fought Dan and Skullomania in a auto-yard that seems to be only slightly better off than what he is in the midst of now. This place, surrounded by heaps and tons of junked out old cars, forming a make-shift arena. He's in the middle of it, somewhere - and excited as all get-out.
Not for being surrounded by junkers, no - he's excited because he and his new 'pal' Choi are going to be getting to face off against one of the Kings of Fighters - Ryu. The challenge that this will be is something amazing - and Blanka looks forwards to throwing himself at it with all the jungle-based fury he can have! He waves to the cameras that are set up here and there, and gives a fierce chest pounding and one of his signature 'AWH-ROOOOOO!'s for showmanship's sake - but really he's just intensely excited to be here!
COMBATSYS: Blanka has started a fight here on the right meter side.
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AWH-ROOOOOOOH!!!!!
It all but rumbles through the makeshift canyons of old, busted-out automobiles. Stacks of cars ready for the crushers line the walkways along the path before Ryu's own entrance into the scrapyard, and Blanka's echoing cry gives him some degree of navigational cohesion. It's a simple matter, from there, to reach out to the energy around him, sensing through the piles of cars, the strewn models waiting to be stripped for parts, and the mountains of parts themselves tossed hither and yon throughout the yard. All the cover he could need, but he utilizes little of it, save what is provided by his unassuming, patient pace through the makeshift arena.
As surely as the crackling fervor of the charged-up Brazilian is evident to Ryu, however, his own aura is also difficult to miss: fueled by a controlled, not calm but imminently focused stormfront, a convergence of power within the Ansatsuken Master, and without - tangible in the very air around him. Collected, alert, the seeming antithesis to the green and fuzzy fellow's bellowing - yet the truly observant would see the fire burning in the young champion's dark eyes, equally eager for the test.
And glancing hither and yon frequently, taking in the highly destructible piles of training targets. No, no Ryu... just keep striding forwards, pacing evenly towards the fight.
Crush crushables later.
COMBATSYS: Ryu has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Ryu has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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"Keep it down, buddy boy!"
Choi sat in the old Samurai, running his claws along the steering wheel. The little SUV roof was stripped clean off, likely in an effort to make it into a Jeep. The car was past it's prime, but the seat was still in good condition. And there, the waiting for the arrival of what could quite possibly be the most dangerous fighter the midget had ever encountered.
Ryu wasn't just a SNF superstar. He was THE Street Fighter, the one that any enterprising martial artist wanted to be like. Heck, Choi swore that Dan was just a wannabe. And maybe Ryo. Or was that Ken. The midget had a lot of trouble telling them apart. At least Blanka was very obvious.
Speaking of. Choi immediately felt a tingly chill down his spine when the beast roared, hence he outburst. But the chill didn't go away. Instead, it intensified. The midget peered out through where the windshield used to be. "Yeah. Buddy boy? I really think we need to fight sneaky with this guy. I heard he could wipe out an entire army if he wanted to. And... jeeze, I don't know, buddy boy. Got any ideas?" The midget glanced over at Blanka nervously, slipping lower and lower into his seat.
COMBATSYS: Choi has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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"You.. be faster than him. Blanka.. be stronger. That has to be enough." Words of wisdom from the green-skinned behemoth, directed to his smaller partner. He grabs the vehcle that Choi sits in, and hefts it up, the frame's weight causing him to strain - were it a full car, he probably couldn't do this. But here and now, he's going to give Choi a bit of a boost in spirits, if not in body. When he sets it back down, he bounds towards where Ryu is, a tire iron in hand.
"Ry-awroo.. Give good fight, ok?" Blanka stumbles over the name, but the intent is earnest and sincere enough. He takes the tire iron, and puts his hands on it's rotated spokes. Deliberately, he bends it into a circle - and then tosses it into his mouth. Sharp fangs show, giant molars chewing away at the metal. With a visible motion, he swallows the steel, then gives a feral grin, crouching down into his 'fighting stance'. "Blanka hope.. Ryawhroo is as tasty." Probably pandering to the crowd again, if the humor in his eyes is any indication. Or perhaps it's just hunger in those gold eyes...
Faster than Ryu... Choi could understand that. He was able to cover distances faster than most other people, and more nimbly too. And Blanka WAS powerful... and terrifying, as the great car lift demonstrated. The midget slipped out of sight at the bottom of the car, planning out a course of action. He needed to strike from the shadows. He needed to distract Ryu. He had to play every card he had against him.
And most importantly, act as a teammember.
As the car plopped down, the Korean didn't reemerge. There was light scuttling, and some sound of metal cutting against metal. Then from the car. Of course, Blanka's show of toughness may cover up that whole ordeal.
The midget cut through the bottom, and clung to the axels of the vehicle. And he stared from the bottom of the car. Ryu didn't look like he noticed him. A bluff. Ryu would expect him leaping from the top of the car. But if he struck from below... The midget shot out from the bottom of the vehicle, keeping smooth and silent. No loud noises. As he closed in, he leapt through the air, and curled into a tight ball. He would attempt to bowl over and off the master, and bounce into a scrap heap. Stopping meant losing.
Stopping meant death.
COMBATSYS: Ryu fails to interrupt Hien Zan from Choi with Medium Kick.
- CRAZY Hit! -
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Now there's something you don't see every day. A hulking green beastman flexing a midget in a beat-up SUV up over his head. Ryu pauses as he steps out into the 'clearing' where his opponents wait, studying the display a moment. Some would insist that Ryu is more than fast - stronger than strong, but it is indeed a formidable duo to put the nomad's versatile talents to the test. One thing Ryu is not good at however, as events prove, is shadow games - the strangely empty husk of a vehicle is eyed a moment, but Ryu barely has time to consider where his other adversary has gone with the clawed, angry midget launches full on into him. He twists, swinging a leg about in an impromptu, intuitive defense, but the swift momentum bowls his legs right out from under him as Choi near-literally rockets past. It's a testament to grace and reflex as the suddenly airborne Ryu kicks out, flipping abruptly to land, hard, in a low crouch, snapping his eyes back upwards, and trying to track where Choi has gone....
.... and where Blanka is going. He certainly drew the 'unconventional' card this week.
Of course, the Wanderer has a reputation for sussing out - and subsequently dissecting - unusual styles. His dark eyes narrow, in intense consideration. Despite Choi's impressive assault... Ryu doesn't seem the least bit daunted. After all, this is what he came here to see.
Blanka is right here, Ryu! Do not worry - he has no tricks.. not /yet/! Blanka is standing nearby when Choi comes tumbling out and through. As soon as Choi's gone by, Blanka dashes forwards in return, passing Ryu completely, and not attacking him at all. He's learned from Choi, after all.
As Blanka hits the 'arena wall', he puts one green foot on it, and then flips up into the air. Falling, he turns himself into a tumble and starts to spin up - then rashly rushes right at Ryu, intent on bowling him over just like Choi did, attacking from an unpredictable angle in much the same manner!
And with his sneak attack landing squarely, the midget slips into the scrap cars.
There is more sounds of scurrying and slipping as the midget moves through the claws. On top of an old Nissan Sentra, he looks down at the fighter. Blanka was already attempting to bowling him over. Copycat. Or maybe he was the copycat? Choi just did that to throw people off balance... and because it used his rolling talents to move quickly away.
The midget grinned. Leaping from the height of the scrap pile, he lunged down, feet positioned straight ahead for a flying kick. No. A Phoenix Kick. Arms spread wide apart, the midget pumped his legs powerfully through the air, attempting to catch Ryu if he attempted to dodge Blanka's charge... or if he fell victim to the beast's assault.
COMBATSYS: Ryu blocks Blanka's Rolling Attack.
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COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Ryu with Hishou Kyaku.
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The Dynamic Duo strikes again!
Or so the announcer pegs. In this case 'dynamic' seems to mean 'really diverse'. Of course there is also the undeniable impact of the pair's high-flying, kinetic offensive. Forced to split his attention between Blanka before him and Choi suddenly behind, Ryu does the best he can: sometimes one simply has to weather the storm. The whirring Brazilian meets crossed, thick arms that slam forward to meet his rolling with a thunderclap of sheer force, the nomad driven backwards on the dusty ground, his bare feet digging into the dirt with rather substantial prints. As Blanka's assault is deflected, albeit stingingly, by his resilient guard, the Ansatsuken Wanderer leaps upwards, moments too late to evade Choi's flurry of assailing feet. The familiar technique juggles Ryu forward and sends him crashing back to the ground, landing shoulder first and tumbling forward to kick out of the roll as quickly as he can.
It's a game of staying on his feet, thus far - he'll need to turn that around if he's going to press both of these cagey opponents. One foot finds the ground first, and he shoves out of the crouch with ample forward momentum of his own, stepping back towards Blanka, rather than chasing after Choi just this minute, and sweeping his arms forward in the same motion.
He fell too far to hit Blanka directly, but his depth perception really isn't knocked that askew: instead, the air before him fills in a flash with a flood of brilliant blue-white energy, a tremendous rush pouring out nigh effortlessly from the deep well of spirit tapped by the unusual nomad. The brilliant, flaring blue sphere is blasted forward, crossing the distance between Ryu and Blanka in the blink of an eye, the trademarked cry echoing off the sides of the cars in intense tones as the scrapyard is illuminated in wild hues of blue light.
"Hadooouken!!!"
COMBATSYS: Blanka blocks Ryu's Hadouken.
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Bright lights - giant balls of energy. Blanka doesn't /like/ these things - for all his time exploring and using 'chi', the green giant hasn't evre learned to throw projectiles of power. He limits his own to his body, occasionally wrapping himself in it and throwing /himself/ at an opponent - but that's not really the same thing. The poweful explosion of the Harooken meets Blanka's crossed forearms, a block extrodinarily like Ryu's own for his prior attack. Skidding backwards, Blanka's form is outlined with a crackling afterimage, as chi field meets chi field... but he remains standing. Smoking, singed - but not damaged to the extent that he could have been by the World Warrior's power.
But then, he's too far from Ryu to easily close the distance. He could leap forwards, but it would take precious seconds that would allow Ryu to recover. Instead, he needs to help with the unpredictability of Choi's skills - and to throw Ryu off-balance any way he can. As the little man starts to come down, Blanka reaches out for him, offering a place to stand at start - and then the extra speed that he'll be allowed, from that vantage point with Blanka hulring him forwards. Blanka is attempting to use a projectile, alright - Though it's not the Harooken.. It's the Choiooken!
COMBATSYS: Blanka assists Choi.
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Choi manages to nail the Greatest World Warrior on the uptake... and now he had the momentium. However, this was not the best. While the Kim Klassic was indeed one of the things that could defeat ALL Unjustice techniques (including the cursed 'Assassins Fist'), the midget was still intimidated by the fighter. So when he unleashed the power of aura, Choi was already kicking off, rolling backwards through the air... towards Blanka's hands.
The midget lets loose a squeak when the beast snatches him "Buddy Boy, what are you-" The Korean begins, but then he is hurled... like a football! The Choiooken was released, sending the midget through the air like a drill. And Choi... just rolled with it. Whirling in place, he sticks his claws out just in time to overcome Ryu... and hopefully drill him right into the scrap heap.
COMBATSYS: Ryu blocks Choi's Houkou Tenkan.
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What is this treachery??!? The wiley Brazilian Beast scampers to Choi, and whips the malevolent midget full on into the nomad. Ryu's eyes narrow further still, his pronounced brow furrowing as he draws a deep breath.... and suddenly lurches forward. The motion is all but a blur, Ryu whipping a single, half-leapt step towards the whipping torpedo of bladed fingertips. Being chopped up is any martial artist's bane, and so it's a deflecting block that slams into the initial rush of cutting from the creepier of his adversaries - 'normaler' looking or not. A crimson-gloved hand and forearm swipe the assault wide, grazing lines of crimson rising across the King of Fighters' arms as he steps once more, flanking around Choi.
The flying makeshift missile is allowed on his way - Ryu leaps in without hesitation on Blanka.
It's a page right out of the jungle book (NO PUN INTENDED). A predatory, unrelenting lunge that mimics Blanka's own fighting fervor. Both hands go for the beastman's furry chest as Ryu hurtles full bore, hopefully full-on into Blanka. He means to flip right /over/ the Brazilian, bearing him to the ground with enough momentum to roll himself - coming about and kicking the greenskinned warrior free, with an internal eruption of chi that makes the nearest piles of junk rattle ominously.
... half what the stack of cars is likely to do if hit with a hurtling Blanka missile launched via undeniably efficient, if somewhat uncomfortable trip on Air Ryu, "HYAAAAH!!!"
COMBATSYS: Blanka fails to interrupt Tomoe Nage from Ryu with Electric Thunder.
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See, he thought /that/ was pretty clever. Even with the whole shouting out the attack name, 'aping' Ryu's trademark style. His grin is determined, and the eager look on Blanka's face shows the intensity that he offers up to this fight. As Choi hurtles towards Ryu, Blanka hoots and hollers, though it's a sudden surprise indeed as Ryu bypasses the Choijectile, and instead goes after Blanka in much a similar fashion as the beast might move himself!!
Blanka braces his feeet into the ground, digging up turf in an attempt to lower his center of gravity somewhere about 40 feet down - and as Ryu launches himself, white and blue light crackles in Blanka's eyes. At the apex of Ryu's leap, Blanka explodes into blue and white lightning, the Brazillian Beast intending on lighting Ryu up like a christmas tree. Unfortunately, Blanka had bet on Ryu jumping /into/ him, not over him. Caught off-guard, he's rolled and then kicked out, flying into a stack of cars which topple over him. The whole thing flickers with power, and then goes silent, metal scraping on metal eventually heard as Blanka starts to try and escape to rejoin the fight.
Creepy? Choi isn't creepy! He just likes to squirm his way into soft things.
In any case, the midget was tossed well past Ryu. Sadly, this meant bad things for Blanka, who was going to spend 10 seconds. Just him. Ryu. And his two friends. Tomoe. And Nage. And after the whip around, there was only fun time for the beast.
Meanwhile, Choi was rolling up from the fall, standing erect. Well, it looked like King of the Fighters was being a jerk of the fighters. With the entire tower toppling down, Choi was dancing lightly. And with a flip through the air, the midget attempts a simple flying kick into the back of the Gi-clad warrior.
COMBATSYS: Ryu fails to interrupt Light Kick from Choi with Large Thrown Object.
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Blanka's gathering power is far from missed by the determined nomad - perhaps the upsurge in chi is even one reason for the motivation behind the assault. As the beastman is sent flying free, into the obscuring pile of discarded vehicles and their miscellanious bits, the gi-clad warrior is left out in the open with the nefarious Choi. Who is in fact both creepy -and- ... squirmy. There was a very definitive plan to putting the most malevolent midget mightily out of this bout in dramatic parallel to his partner - but as Ryu leaps upwards, towards the nearest stack of autopsied automobiles, the clawed criminal collides with him sooner than anticipated, the sharp kick diverting his momentum, and forcing him to drop back to the ground.
Choi doesn't seem to be doing too much to truly /injure/ the veteran warrior - but the stinging strikes are certainly adding up, and as Ryu lands heavily on bent legs, his dark eyes turn back to the lightning-fast bladewielder. He knows Kim, but not this dangerous little fellow.... who doesn't exactly radiate kindness and fluffy bunny gumdrops to the Ansatsuken Master.
The young champion simply rises, drawing another deep breath, and tightens his long red headband around his forehead.
Down under the pile of cars, Blanka has plenty of time to think. Time to think about things like life, melon farming, and what Dan is doing right now. Oh, yes - and how Choi is surviving through what Ryu must be doing with him. /That/ thought spurs the beast man further on, and he starts to rip and tear his way straight up through the pile of cars towards sunlight and freedom.
With another loud cry, Blanka knocks off the hood off a junked out pickup truck, and leaps up to the top of the pile. From his vantage point, he sees Ryu beginning to prepare himself anew, and Blanka looks to better capitalize on what is to come. The green beastman grips the hod of the truck and throws it down at Ryu, trying to follow in directly afterwards, to get into position to better assault the World Warrior at hand-to-hand levels. Can't let Choi do /all/ the work, after all!!
Choi is a horrible combination. Mix the technique of Kim with the brutal tactics of Freddy Kruegar, and you get the Bounge. His sneak attack landed, but that was all it needed. Choi was NOT a powerful fighter, so these nickles and dimes, they all were adding up to the whole dollar. And while Choi's currency was wrecked by recession, at least he could always rely on a refund.
With Blanka's cry highlighting the offense, the midget lands with a smirk. "World Warrior? More like Bore Chore-ior!" The midget feebly assaults, inviting a seismic b-slap. Instead, as the hood comes, the midget simply grins. "Hoo! Watch out, Buddy Boy!" He shouts, sinking low. Cupping up a muffler, the midget underhands it straight for Ryu's knees, attempting to have the double assualt knock him for a whirl for HIS follow up.
COMBATSYS: Blanka successfully hits Ryu with Thrown Object.
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COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Ryu with Thrown Object.
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Training in the wilderness brings with it many advantages. There is nothing to get in the way, and formidable hurdles to test one's strength and will. Sadly it does not prepare one to deal with car parts flying through the air - at least that's the working theory of the analysts. The concerted offensive keeps Ryu off-kilter, the whipping hood smashing over his face and chest, and dropping him backwards, vision blocked and his focus obliterated as the whirling muffler cleaves his legs out from under him. The /plan/ involved leaping over first both, and subsequently, at least the secondary object - but the timing is perfect, the force behind them impressive, and Ryu is dropped to one knee, his elbow propping him up in the dirt.
That.... definitely hurt, and for the moment all Ryu can do is shove back to his feet, and shake his head, to clear it... he knows a preemptive strike when he, well, feels two of them. These two will be closing soon, and to destructive impact if he's not careful. The nomad centers his energy once more, eyes drifting from one cunning opponent, to the other. Unpredictable, and wearing him down - but never say die is more than a motto here.
Despite the pain, and situation, the young champion smiles, a quiet gesture but sincere. Another breath is drawn, and his open palms move subtly in a practiced kata before him, readopting his ready stance as a surge of energy crackles up through him.
COMBATSYS: Ryu gains composure.
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Already at full speed as his projectile sails true, Blanka is more than ready to step into the brawl at a complete rush. His opponent recovering, his ally already nearby as well - what better time than this to go completely on the offenseive? He howls out a challenge and crouches, the springs up into the air.
Blanka attempts to land like Ryu did before - behind the nomad, facing him. If he can, giant green paws will drag Ryu inexorably towards a munching maw full of teeth that were designed to awm nom nom on things animal, vegtable or mineral! After all, he was just chewing on a tire iron mere moments before!!
And while Blanka would take the front... Choi would take the rear. The muffler landed true, and Ryu... Ryu decided to strengthen himself. With all that aura flaring. No matter. The midget was good with tandem strikes. He was a tiny, nimble jerk. Sort of like what Jiro gave when Alma was involved. So when Blanka rushes with his headbite attack... Choi used his spinning strike.
The midget took two short steps to build speed, and then breaks into a whirl. Spinning like a top, the Korean flattens his arms, letting the claws spin freely. Moving quickly to put the pressure on the Bore Chore-ior, the midget strike, attempting to use his tornado strike on the man from behind.
COMBATSYS: Ryu blocks Choi's Tatsumaki Shippuu Zan.
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COMBATSYS: Blanka successfully hits Ryu with Wild Fang.
Glancing Blow
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Sandwiched between Blanka and a flanking Choi is NOT a lunchmeat that Ryu wants to be. Unfortunately, he has no real choices left - and once more weathering the storm is the road available. The breath is released, and Ryu twists, apparently unconcerned with entertaining Choi - as once more his guard intercepts the whirling clawfighter, the slicing blades cleaving flesh from his forewarm in bloody gashes, Ryu twisting sidelong away from the most malevolent midget even as Blanka leaps in on him, fierce fangs digging painfully into his opposite shoulder. The so-named Dragon's expression turns to a sharp wince from the combined pain, and with sudden force, he all but throws himself out of the fray.
It's painful to rip clean of Blanka, and the encroaching Choi, but the tearing of his gi in a bloody pattern of fangs is a small price to pay for escaping the repeated aum-noming. As if shot from a cannon, Ryu tumbles clear, coming up in a crouch and immediatelly coming about to face his dangerous adversaries, "Hah." He murmurs, lifting his sore, sliced arm to touch at his aching shoulder. Still, the fire of battle burns clearly within his heart, and Ryu's eyes focus in on Blanka.
His hands cup to his sides, and then thrust forward, a roiling rush of crimson flames coursing together in instants, a rocketing blast of searing chi levelled back at the Brazilian Beast. The brilliant, meteoric surge of purest fire comes complete with the trademarked, "HADOOOOUKEN!!!!"
COMBATSYS: Ryu successfully hits Blanka with Shakunetsu Hadouken.
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AWM NOM NOM! Blanka isn't really 'into' the taste of Street Fighter, per se - but it's always a good way to shake off a warrior, to throw their concentration off. At least, that's how it /usually/ works. In this case, Blanka doesn't seem to phase Ryu nearly as much as some - and the wily nomad eels out of Blanka's grip in a very sneaky way indeed. As Ryu brings his hands up and together, Blanka braces - then starts forwards.
At full speed after the first two steps, Blanka tries to barrel through the Hadouken, to smash it aside with his sheer physical might and place himself right in Ryu's face. Instead, the powerful ball knocks him off-balance, to the side, sending him flying past Ryu and landing against some of the junked out vehicles, dizzied but still concious. He starts to scrabble to his feet already, turning his full attention on his opponent - but it'll still be a second before he can rejoin the fray. He's coming for you, Ryaroo!
COMBATSYS: Blanka focuses on his next action.
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Poor Blanka. Hadoukens were nasty. Often copied, never as good as the original. And now, as Choi took part in the Ryu sandwich, the midget watches as the other bun gets blasted away. Slowing his whirling, the midget takes a long, deep breath. He hadn't been hit yet, but that would change VERY soon. Very very soon. Choi knew that once Ryu brought the full bear on him, he wouldn't last long.
Instead, Choi looks at the master fighter, and adjust his hat. "Well, buddy boy. Looks like it is going to be just you and me soon. Unless he surv- Oh." The midget looks back at Blanka, who is becoming CHARGED. Choi turns back around, and shrugs. "Sooo.... JUMPING STRIKE!"
The Korean leaps in the air, claws high in the air for a overhead strike. And he sails over towards Ryu... and falls short. Tucking into a roll, he shuttles along the ground curled tightly up. On the first loop, he leaps up again with a single claw out, attempting to unleash a Choiruken against Ryu.
Looks like it more move stealing!
COMBATSYS: Ryu interrupts Quick Strike from Choi with Shoryuken.
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The Scorching Surge Fist is a formidable furnace indeed - as the impressively brawny Brazilian discovers. Barreling through it may not be an option, but the roaring Blanka is far from out of the fight, either. Ryu's dark eyes dart to the stalking predator, swallowing hard and centering his energy. This isn't over - if he's going to step up to the pace these two are setting, it's going to take everything he's got, and perhaps then a little bit atop even that. The nomad concentrates, and drops low as Choi sails on in overhead. The feinting strike is distracting indeed - but in this case it mostly serves to snap the Ansatsuken Master's attention fully to the most malevolent midget. The bounding Bounge charges back in with impressive dedication - but the nomad's crouch is being used to his own advantage.
The air itself seems to rush in all around him, his long headband fluttering wildly for the half instants before Choi's claw sweeps in... and Ryu explodes right back at him. It's like the detonation of a bomb, all focused behind one singular strike. The rising uppercut reaves upwards across Choi's sternum, harshly into his jaw, and both men skyrocket upwards - though Ryu's flight is likely far more graceful and comfortable. All his strength impacts courtesy of that (THANKFULLY) thickly-gloved fist, the mother of all uppercuts accompanied by a reverberating, "SHOOOOORYUKEN!!!"
From afar, Blanka has to admire Choi's bravery - or foolhardiness. After all, Blanka has thrown himself at the World Warrior, only to be rebuffed with an epic level of power. Choi himself seems to have suffered the same fate, for his rushing charging motions. This spurs Blanka on - after all, he can do no less than as much as Choi does, give it no less than his all. And that much, well - he plans on giving to Ryu, come hell or high water.
"CHOI! .. BLANKA ATTACK NOW!" Okay, so it's not much for subtlety, or even for strategy. Blanka is intent on attacking the King of Fighters, to drop him to his knees with an explosive touch of elecriticy. After all, Ryu's shown the Brazillian Beast /his/ power - it's time for Blanka to give Ryu a taste of it as well! He hunkers down, positioning himself for the perfect moment that will allow him to catch Ryu just off his feet - launching himself into a sphere and rushing in. His body's a speedy green and orange ball, and just before the theoretical impact, Blanka's body bursts into blue-white lightning!
Well, looks like the original uppercut trumps any imitators.
Choi is knocked to heaven and back, the single punch launching him with a violent blast. The midget rams through a stack of cars, causing the pile to collapse under him. The midget is thankfully small enough to fall in through the cracks, but that is the only thing good from it. The midget gets more twisted metal than the entire Sony run.
The midget lays through it all, whimpering. The whine echos hollowly in the wreckage, and Choi wriggles a bit, trying to slip out. He fails, though he finds an opening to at least stand in. And from there, he hears the cry from Blanka. Blanka attack? Looks like the midget would need some attacks of his own. And what attacks would they be.
The scrap pile rumbles, then rattles. From the depths of the old ruined cars, there was something... pushing them out. And then pushing them around. The cars wind and cry, and finally fall away as a tornado erupts from the heart of the wreckage. Metallic shards and debris are whirled around, rattling violently. Unfortunately, Choi couldn't move much, and certainly wouldn't try and tear Blanka apart. The midgenado pushes forward slowly, attempting to drag the Gi master into the whirlwind... until it collapses into a mountain of scrap metal.
COMBATSYS: Ryu blocks Blanka's Direct Lightning.
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Ryu 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Choi
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|====---\-------\0 Blanka
COMBATSYS: Ryu dodges Choi's Shin! Tatsumaki Shinkuu Zan.
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Ryu 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Choi
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|====---\-------\0 Blanka
While Blanka is certainly the more notable blip on the proverbial Ryudar, that extrasensory awareness of his adversaries' power that both helps and hinders him, in this instance. The cunning Mr. Bounge has bridged the gap between fighters admirably indeed tonight, his trickery and resourcefulness keeping him one step ahead... until that last, explosive moment. The nomad's gaze tracks Choi as the malevolent midget hurtles off through the scrapyard's prized vehicles, almost wistfully observing the impressive results of the infamous technique.
Just imagine the version that scarred Sagat.
There is little time to reflect, however - the bounding green Blanka is on Ryu in an instant, whirring about after his bestial, roaring shout. All the nomad can do is center his own chi, as Blanka bursts into brilliant ball lightning, the coursing waves crackling harshly into his arms and driving him back, braced stance skidding across the ground, barely holding against the potent onslaught. Bouncing backwards, Ryu takes a step, then two, righting himself - as the cyclonic assault erupts behind him.
The fighter-blender driven by the determined Bounge rises in on him, threatening to slice him up but good - and Ryu's answer perhaps predicts Choi's good nature. Or at least, unwillingness to devour his teammate in the maelstrom. Leaping upwards, the gi-clad Wanderer flips forward over Blanka's head, coming down just beyond the Brazilian beast. Not only is Blanka a shield - he gets to be a target too!
The nomad's left foot lashes out as he lands in a swift crouch, sweeping forcefully for Blanka's ankles, and seeking to guide him down sharply onto his powerful jowls, "HAAAH!!!"
COMBATSYS: Blanka fails to interrupt Medium Kick from Ryu with Vertical Rolling.
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Ryu 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Choi
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|=======\-------\1 Blanka
Blazingly bright, brutally bouncing, Blanka bounds briefly past Ryu, landing in a skidding crouch. His head whips around, green face warped into a fierce expression, the orange hair on his head standing almost straight. Lightning crackles in his eyes, swapping from blue-white to their standard gold as the last batch of energy leaves them, keeping him slowed down, almost tired.
But Ryu doesn't give him a chance to recover - instead, the nomad launches himself at Blanka again - and Blanka tries to meet it. Hands on the ground, he pushes himself into a handstand, then up - throwing himself into a ball as he tries to meet the foot before Ryu can get any power beneath it. Sadly, it's not enough - and Ryu's foot sweep catches his arms and takes them out from under him before he can push off into the air - leaving him to land in a tumbled akimbo in front of the other fighter.
Meanwhile, the Choinado dies down, leaving a shower of scrap metal and debris scattering around the field. Cars fall, beware. But he didn't catch Ryu, oh no. The fighter exploited his kindness to Blanka, teaching him why it is wrong to help your allies. Choi would make a note to suck in Blanka next time he made a deathstorm of metal.
Deathstorm of Metal. That would be a great name for a band, wouldn't it?
The midget is already ready to leap when the wreckage rains. Ryu was after Blanka, and Choi would be after Ryu. Leaping over Blanka, he chases after the King of Fighters, claws high- yes, the midget was going for ANOTHER aerial attack, attempting to rend the pair across the back of Ryu.
COMBATSYS: Ryu blocks Choi's Power Strike.
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Ryu 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Choi
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|=======\-------\0 Blanka
Blanka is dropped, and quickly replaced by Choi. It is a blessing that the rolling rampage never gets off the ground - but those reaving claws are dangerous still, wielded by the green beast's similarly vicious ally. Choi's claws cut still more gashes in Ryu's forearms - the old wounds are already dry, the bloodflow ebbing... yet painful indeed, added to and reopened now as he twists to meet the nimble assault. The Wanderer's stern jaw clenches, and he steps in on the dropping Choi.
There is no room for hesitation... despite the stinging wounds, he fights on with, if anything, renewed fervor. The fight has been impressive, a drawn out slug-fest on both sides... warriors facing off against one another, with brutal result time and again. It is lucky they are more resilient than the doomed vehicles around them, many of which have been 'recycled' courtesy of the frenetic fight itself. While Ryu it anything but /refreshed/ - it seems to fuel him. Fires burn behind his dark eyes, his focus is as intent as it has ever been, and every motion executed with a swift, intuitively perfect efficiency. Such as the simple, but undeniably effective straight that launches triphammer-quick from Ryu's right fist, quickly followed by a left jab, both meant to catch Choi in the ribcage and chest as he lands out of his nasty slicing leap - and perhaps fire him right back that way, "Hhh... haaah!"
COMBATSYS: Ryu successfully hits Choi with Medium Punch.
> Determined Hit! <
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Ryu 0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1 Choi
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|=======\-------\0 Blanka
He's still standing. Blanka is beaten, battered, pummeled and singed, but he's still standing. Crawling back to his feet, he watches Ryu turn on Choi. He sees the Nomad launch the flurry of attacks back and forth again, and Blanka shakes his head. How can he keep fighting at this level for so long!? Blanka's impressed, that's to be sure. However, he's still got enough fight in him that he can keep going - and this isn't the end by any level!
"AWH-ROO!" Blanka's voice echoes out as he starts to rush in. He grips the bumper of one of the nearby trucks, and he hauls it upwards. The frame bends - but stay s connected. This time, when he brings his arms up and around, the object that he hurls at Ryu is much larger, a hunk of giant metal intent on knocking him away from Blanka's partner for the fight!!
Choi has seen more wounds opened in Ryu than his entire job as a butcher. The man was a fighting machine. Even as he spikes his claws, the warrior just blocks it. The midget snarls, but his snarl is cut short. The first strike stops him cold, and the second... well. The midget goes right back to the stack of cars.
After somehow destroying a car with body, the midget takes another looooong breath. His body was one giant sore. Under his gi, bruises were breaking through to open wounds. He pulls himself from the twisted, burning wreckage. Somewhere, Damnd is feeling the pain of one of his ex-cars, dead from midget tossing.
The little man hurries, scurrying across the ground. He had to close distance. With a low roll, he picks up speed. Rolling.... rolling.... And finally, a super roll. With a last burst, the midget charges at his ankles, attempting to rip open the fighter's shins.
COMBATSYS: Ryu dodges Blanka's Large Thrown Object.
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Ryu 0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1 Choi
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|=======\-------\0 Blanka
COMBATSYS: Ryu dodges Choi's Quick Strike.
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Ryu 0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1 Choi
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|=======\-------\0 Blanka
Once again, Blanka takes the high road - and Choi scampers in on the low. It's a dangerous place to be, no less so now for the battering he and his opponents have taken. The wind blows through the city, whispers loudly, refreshingly down the scrap canyon. His already tousled sable mane blows, the slow trickle of blood down his arms, the numerous other wounds and bruises suddenly fading to memory. There is only the fight, his opponents and himself, the torn edges of his gi fluttering as the wind intensifies. For one perfect moment of intuitive clarity - everything slows. Ryu not only remembers, he senses it. The elemental nature of Gouken's spiritual-centered hybrid style is obvious enough from the nomad's own techniques - but the art taught by the enigmatic old hermit goes deeper than that, its cores completely philosophical... a legacy Ryu seeks to discover, and uphold, however he can.
'You must move through this world, through combat like the wind, Ryu.'
His muscles tense... Choi is picking himself up, already charging back in... rolling about himself and building up momentum even as Blanka's roar echoes, and the bumper hurtles through the air.
'Flow into the empty spaces - strike from all sides. Wax and wane with intensity, without hesitation - the wind can never be stopped, not fully.'
There's a whoosh, and the gi-clad Wanderer launches straight upwards, the whipping chunk of metal touched by the bottom of one bare foot, and he kicks off it. With a reaving protest the projectile crashes wide, cleaving a hole clean into the car behind where Ryu had been standing. Choi gets the dubious, unsettling honor of being ducked right underneath this sudden redirection, but Ryu's forward momentum turns into an arcing descent, his right foot lashing out deeply at the last moment as his left draws up beneath him to balance, seeking to lead his landing with a resounding collision with Blanka's skull, and drive the Brazilian beastman off his feet, accompanying the flying kick with a focused kiai.
COMBATSYS: Blanka fails to interrupt Strong Kick from Ryu with Wild Fang.
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Ryu 0/-------/-----==|=======\===----\1 Choi
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COMBATSYS: Blanka can no longer fight.
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Ryu 0/-------/-----==|=======\===----\1 Choi
The wind can never be stopped - but it can be chewed on for a bit!! Blanka doesn't have the philosophy of the King of Fighters down pat, but he really doesn't need it. In his world, there's the strong, and the not-quite-as-strong-that-occasionally-lose-to-the-strong. Blanka's quite used to being one of the strong, himself - but today, he's found himseslf in the presence of someone a teensy bit higher on the food chain. He misses with the thrown bumper, but is already stepping into motion as Ryu lauches himself up.
Blanka's mouth opens wide as he prepares to try to get a hold of Ryu, to take him down to the ground and give him another dose of the awm-hom-hom that must be his birthright as being someone found to be semi-tasty by Blanka. Sharp teeth miss the foot, however, grazing Ryu's shin as Ryu's bare, nasty ground-walking-for-years toes get stuck in the back of Blanka's throat!! The giant beast is staggered back, coughing and hacking as he tries to regain his breath, thrown off by the force of Ryu's roundhouse kick. He staggers into another tall tower of scrapped cars, and in a hail of rusting machine parts, dissappears.
And then there was Choi.
Ryu took out Blanka with a single kick. Choi was left with only one other option: outlasting Ryu. Which isn't that hard. I mean, the Korean just has to beat the King of Fighters alone. Who only defeated some of the GREATEST warriors in the world. And single-handedly could defeat the entire world. And stop all villains.
And do it with style.
Meanwhile, Choi lacked style. He lacked grace. But he had spirit, claws... and memories of watching Mai on the television. Yessssss Mai. Bounce for Daddy Bounge. Meanwhile, Choi found himself stuck with only one true option. If one Kim attack worked... then maybe THE Kim Attack would work.
Yes, as Blanka goes down, Choi flexes. And then, he smiles. Not just any smile. THE Smile. The smile that only the master of Tae Kwon Do can teach. The KIM smile. The glint breaks through the entire junk yard, filling the trash and rubbish with life... with....
GREAT JUSTICE!
The midget charges at Ryu, and begins to hack and slash, slash and hack. He roundhouses once, then twice, the bum rushes. And then, he spins. Like a top, he does spin. Thrice times until he breaks into the final strike: The back flip kick. Hopefully, his justice would be pure enough... to break through Ryu's defenses.
COMBATSYS: Ryu blocks Choi's Hou'ou Kyaku.
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Ryu 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Choi
Ryu's eyes track Blanka as he all but launches backwards, buried in that makeshift pile of parts and discarded vehicles. His brow furrows, and he pauses just long enough to make sure he can still sense the beastman's impressive strength - wouldn't do to let him be crushed to death, suffocating in a junkpile. Wouldn't do at all. The only suitable fate for Blanka and his other compatriots in this bout is all you can eat buffet - Ryu's stomach grumbles just imagining it. Then his gaze snaps back to Choi, as if sharply reminded of the present.
That grin! That tooth... glow? ... it's not supposed to be yellowish, is it? Ryu is not sold on this claw-led justice for one moment, a gloved backhand batting away one strike, two, a forearm deflecting one wide, he ducks under the spinning slash, slams a guard into Choi's wrist on the second, and backs away with paced efficiency from the ensuing flip-kick, the aerial onslaught failing to do more than drive Ryu backwards, his granite-like defenses ticked further by the slowly bleeding injuries. Teeth clench as he eyes Choi, muscles flexing, and his answer to the all-out offensive is a singular, focused burst.
His hands shove forwards, energy bleeding from his opposing palms in wild blue waves that rush together, coalescing in an instant and bursting the scant distance between the enigmatic Wanderer, and the malevolent midget, seeking to quite literally blast him back off his feet with a focused surge of rampant, flaring chi, incanting a fervent, "Hadooouken!!!"
COMBATSYS: Choi blocks Ryu's Hadouken.
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Ryu 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Choi
And it was such that the justice in Choi was not strong enough.
Ryu did verily blockth the furious fury of fury, and rejected the false justice.
And he tookth his hands, and let loose but a blast of his chi energy.
And there, Choi brought his arms forward, to shield from the wave of energy.
But it was too much, washing the man with pain. The midget did verily unleashed one last flip kick, the darkness consuming him..."
COMBATSYS: Choi has reached second wind!
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Ryu 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Choi
COMBATSYS: Ryu interrupts Hien Zan from Choi with Joudan Sokutou Geri.
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Ryu 0/-------/-======|=======\=====--\1 Choi
...When there was a light. A small beacon of cheer and joy breaks out. Mai returns, bathed in the light... She looked upon Choi and lo, there she rejected Andy, and wanted him, and only him. The energy returned to Choi, in a way that could not be stopped as he reached for Mai...
The justice, invoked by the unjust, gleameth not.
Yet Choi's spirit still burns. The purity of his purpose may be called into question by those who witness the wistful, creepily disturbing expression on his dreaming face as he rushes in at Ryu, preparing to launch that familiar flip-kick once more.... what is Kim doing training this guy to shred people, anyway? They say fighting styles are like signatures, and the bladed fingerprints left by Choi scream of other influences. Ryu doesn't immediately question it, however - he twists sidelong into Choi's ascent,and as his legs come up and around, Ryu's own kick thrusts out, a swift full-on kick driving his heel firmly against the rising, resilient Mr. Bounge.
His determination is certainly commendable indeed - but still the nomad fights on, his own unrelenting nature driving every motion, as if every push Choi makes inspires the Ansatsuken Master to his own heights of fervor.
And then, Mai wound back her hand, and unleashed a backhanded slap unto the face of Choi. Reality knocks Choi back in the real world.
Where Mai is an unconscious sweaty Blanka.
This makes Choi MAD.
As the heel drives Choi into the ground, he knocks up a cloud of dirt... and the midget howls. "GIVE ME BACK MY MAI NOT MY SWEAT UNCONSCIOUS BLANKA!" the little man erupts into a rage as a deep red haze dips through the dust. The Korean explodes from the clouds, hacking deep dark slashes through the haze. One slice. Two slice. Three slice. Four slice. Fi...
Choi suddenly stops, staggering through the haze... the energy draining from him. Some girl must save him. Hotaru. Mizuki. Zaki...
Madam Vice?
COMBATSYS: Choi has reached third wind!
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Ryu 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Choi
... Yes! Vice! Vice is that light that brings Choi another burst of energy... and fight!
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Ryu with Shakushi.
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Ryu 1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Choi
Wait! What the heck! The angry midget is barreling forward AGAIN! And shearing with those nasty claws.
Once, twice, thrice the deeply gashing claws rip into Ryu's midsection. Again, then again they drive him back further. Choi keeps up the assault for what feels like an eternity - Ryu is definitely going to feel this one. Blood stains his white gi crimson through rips in the fabric as he drops to his knees before the onslaught. Choi staggers steps of his own - this one is down to the wire, but again pushing the envelope inspires Ryu to push back.
His hands snap out for the front of the bounding Bounge's gi, and Ryu seeks to leverage the wiley warrior around, and abruptly flip him up and over, launching him free... directly at the broad side of an abandoned old Astro Van, with plenty of heavy metal to intercept the slash-happy Choi.
Blood flows freely now - Ryu's own vision is blurry. He blinks once, twice... and forces past it, forcing a ragged, deep breath from his lungs.
'Stand strong like the mountain. Courageous and heedless of erosion, unafraid when faced with the illusions of pain and time.'
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Ryu's Medium Throw.
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Ryu 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Choi
Choi can be many things. A wily pervert. A sex dwarf. A lovable anti-hero. Vice's intern that she invites him up every Thursday Lunch Break to 'file' her 'drawers.'
But Choi is not leverage.
The midget shakes off the pain and the haze that lurked in his mind. Leaping back away from the King of Fighters, he crosses his arms, letting the master fighter... take nothing. Yes, the wielder of the most benign strain of the Assassin's Fist failed to get Choi. Was the midget actually getting momentum? Who knows. The Korean was not a master fighter, only an opportunistic one. And as he pulled back.. he threw it forward. Spinning like a top, the midget rushed towards Ryu, attempting to put the pressure on him. He had to break him through, drive him to the floor. If he made contact, he would try something that always worked on the ladies:
Destroy his clothing.
COMBATSYS: Ryu fails to interrupt Tatsumaki Shippuu Zan from Choi with Hadouken.
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Ryu 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Choi
Focused, ready to fight onward - but sometimes the spirit and body are not in perfect synergy. Chi surges within him, but still against the odds does it boil forth from Choi. The bounding Bounge crashes hard into Ryu before he can focus that surge of energy fluctuating within him, the cleaving claws cutting squarely into his chest once more, reaving a deep gash, then another and another as he's driven downwards, bleeding as he skids away leaving a bloody smear on the dusty ground. For a moment, it looks like the malevolent midget may well have him!
Then a palm plants squarely on the ground, and the nomad barks a haggard laugh, a singular note of entertained levity rare indeed in such a pitched, and bloody battle. His arm tenses, and against the odds himself, the Wanderer rises, smoothly, to his feet. He sets his stance, and raises his gloved hands once more, steady and alert despite the draining rigors of the fight to this point.
"Hope... this isn't all you've got." The nomad observes, grinning at the obvious absurdity of it all. He shouldn't even be standing - much less still seemingly eager to fight on. ... and he's obviously aware of just how exhausted his opponent is, from this all-out onslaught. He doesn't comment further, just watches Choi from behind that raised guard, his breathing steadied once more.
Ryu missed the one thing about Chi. You can't spell Chi without Choi. And Choi... was over Chi. Though Ryu was right about one thing. Choi's energy was burning out VERY quickly. He didn't have much boost. And once the juices sent flowing by Vice's assertive worker-woman-like body dribbled out, the midget realized how far over the edge he actually pushed himself.
Ryu was making this hard. Unlike men in speedos, outlasting him was really hard. But not impossible. As the last bit of whirling dies down, the midget pushes forward with one last trick. As the life leaves him, he digs in his claw into the ground, and swings his entire body around, attempting to throw his legs right into Ryu's body.
COMBATSYS: Ryu dodges Choi's Light Kick.
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Ryu 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Choi
Unfortunately, as Choi should really know.... length just doesn't determine worth.
Ryu's inner chi surges, revitalizing his bleeding body. He simply shrugs out of the remnants of his gi's top, the tattered cloth falling to the ground as Choi rushes him, and Ryu leaps in to meet him, dropping to crash a hard, unflinching deflection into the strike prematurely. Shoving off it, Ryu snaps forward, suddenly leaving the ground in a sudden, bulletlike leap.
His longtime rival, the towering Thai man called Sagat, has borrowed many tricks from Ryu's repotoire in an effort to counter the Ansatsuken Master. It's only fair that the Thai Tiger inspire in return, and it's the nomad's knee that lashes out before his rocketing, airborne charge. Choi will need to recover his footing, one way or another - if he wants to take it in the face rather than getting up for the customary chest hit, well, that's just fine really. The driven aerial knee disrupts airflow with an audible fwoosh as the Wanderer cuts the distance between himself and the recovering Bounge in an instant, his voice as determined now as it had ever been, "HAAAH!!"
COMBATSYS: Choi blocks Ryu's Light Kick.
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Ryu 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Choi
Choi does do something. But in his weakened state, it isn't much. He was just too tired, too worn out, and too... unbreastulized. The Korean just shoves his arms up to protect his face. Instead, his arms make a loud, snapping noise. The pain returns, and Choi has little to nothing else to keep him in the light. He slowly sinks to the ground, struggling to stay... awake.
And then, pressing himself for the last remnants of energy, forces himself to attack. Spring from his lowered state, he hurls himself forward at Ryu. He spins in the air barely, it is almost like a feeble twist. his arms are forced out despite their injuries for one, desperate strike. This was it. Choi or nothing. He MUST defeat Ryu...
COMBATSYS: Choi can no longer fight.
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...Even if it knocked him out.
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Ryu with Houkou Tenkan.
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The flying Tigerlike knee is deflected: partially. Ryu can't stop his momentum, dropping firmly before Choi as the staggering Korean forces past the blurryness for one final strike, his lashing claws rending flesh once more, a deep diagonal slash ripped down the nomad's bare chest as he staggers backwards, feet falling one behind the other rather haphazardly indeed, "Nnn... nnnngh..." He groans, clenching his jaw and raising a hand to the bleeding wounds.
The scrapyard around them is in shambles - Blanka hasn't even reappeared from his cozy improvised cave yet. Choi tumbles to the ground, and for a moment, it looks like Ryu will follow suit. How can he stand under such an onslaught? Surely the King of Fighters must be carved from solid rock, resilient beyond even the implications of his honed frame. His footfalls steady, and he does not fall... his faces forward, watching, waiting... for an attack that is not coming.
Is it really over? The nomad pauses, and looks from side to side. His stomach rumbles again, loudly.
COMBATSYS: Ryu takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Ryu has ended the fight here.
Log created on 17:10:02 10/05/2008 by Ryu, and last modified on 18:16:49 10/06/2008.