Description: Kerian happens to be at the wrong motherf-ing place at the wrong motherf-ing time with the wrong motherf-ing Poison.
It was a nice place, really, this little Shinto shrine. He felt at home here - always had, ever since he'd come to Japan, even though he wasn't religious. Maybe it was something about the way the chi flowed; maybe it was something about the shrine; maybe it was just something about the way the trees always seemed so pleasant. He looked out at the path, opening his eyes as he exhaled a sigh of satisfaction. He'd have to come here more often.
"--I don't /think/ I heard anyone, I'm just making sure! Jesus, lay off!" The feminine voice gets closer.
And when she turns the corner, Poison can be seen in all her glory. She's covered by a mixture of blood and dirt, and has a shovel slung over her shoulder. She looks like she's walked quite a ways -- in high heels, no less. She is also talking into a cell phone, and when she spies Kerian near the path that she stands at the end of, she simply mutters a "Look, I've got it under control -- gotta go" and hangs up.
Poison then advances.
It's not quite a blink, per -se-; more like a brief moment of surprise at the woman's sudden advance, a flicker as the smile died for all of two seconds before lighting back up like a Christmas Tree. But those eyes, those eyes...still distant, and damn well sizing her up. The other fellow might've gotten to him, but a pretty face covered in blood sure wasn't going to do the same.
"Something I can help you with?" He offered politely.
"Listen, kid, this is strictly business," Poison begins, continuing to walk forward. She tucks her phone into the back pocket of her astonishingly small denim cutoffs, and swings the shovel -- which has visibly seen very recent use -- down from her shoulder. "You just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, understand?" She grips the shovel two-handed, stance primed to swing it as a weapon. "Nothin' personal" -- she continues to walk toward Kerian at an even clip, hips swaying in her exaggerated strut.
Kerian didn't hesitate, didn't drop the smile. The threat was a threat - he'd heard it before, and he'd hear it again. "That's most unfortunate," he says, pulling open his school uniform's top. An elegant-looking pistol gleams against the black of his shirt, sliding out of the holster and into its master's hand easily. "I don't suppose there's anyway we can talk this out before the shots start flying."
"Kids with guns," Poison sighs, rolling her eyes. "At least you're not packing one of bootleg Chinese AKs they've been flooding the market with -- then I might actually have something to worry about." She stops in her tracks, staring Kerian down evenly, obviously unintimidated, resting the metal tip of the shovel against the ground and leaning on it like a walking stick. "I just don't get the appeal. Guns take all the fun out of grievous bodily harm. When's the last time you broke a sweat pulling a trigger? When's the last time a muzzle flash got you hot?" Poison finishes her sentence by suddenly swinging the shovel upward, attempting to use its grimy weigh to catch Kerian under the jaw.
COMBATSYS: Poison has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Kerian has joined the fight here.
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Kerian 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Poison
COMBATSYS: Poison successfully hits Kerian with Power Strike.
Glancing Blow
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Kerian 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Poison
Kerian slid to the side - not quite enough to avoid the scrape of the shovel against his arm, but enough to avoid the blow to his chin - which, fortunately, was a hell of a lot more important to him than his arm. He cocked the gun in one hand, smile not dropping a bit.
"Never," he admits, his foot rising and falling quickly in the direction of her shoulder. The barest gleam of a chi shine flared beneath his heel; just enough to let her know that, should she get hit by it, she'd be regretting it. Probably.
COMBATSYS: Poison fails to interrupt Axe Kick Combo from Kerian with Knife Throw.
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Kerian 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Poison
The shovel clatters to the ground with an ugly noise as Kerian takes to the air.
Poison's pretty quick herself -- she's got her switchblade out and opened by the time the kick has started, but not fast enough to throw it. Instead, the weapon spins out of her head and Poison catches the kick to the scapula, causing her to hunch forward for a moment, letting out a pained grunt.
After a moment, she rears back up, smiling darkly. "See? That's so much more reasonable than using a gun, honey."
"Well...normally, I'd agree with you," he says idly, his gun leveled at her forehead. "But you fell into that -so- well it's stunning. Bravo, luv." His finger twitched against the trigger, squeezing, squeezing...but instead of the acrid smell of gunpowder and the stink of fire, there's a flash of bright white light as the chi collected within the gun fires out, right at her pretty little pink-haired head.
COMBATSYS: Kerian successfully hits Poison with Headshot.
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Kerian 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Poison
Poison is then shot in the head.
Her pink hair, already caked with dirt and sweat, is then stained a gory shade of crimson as she collapses, blood gushing out of her temple. Did Kerian kill her?
Well, probably not, because she snaps upward, eyes wide like a Halloween mask's, laughing this horrible, ghastly cackle -- as she lunges for Kerian's legs, attempting to flip him onto the ground!
COMBATSYS: Poison successfully hits Kerian with Faceplanter.
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Kerian 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Poison
Kerian went down. It wasn't pretty - had he not rolled with one arm [and enjoyed quite a bit of pain, supporting his frame suddenly with nothing but an arm and a rock to the knee], that handsome young face and flowing white hair would be stained with unimaginably nasty dirt. The handspring didn't help, either; he might be nimble and he might be light, but physical pain is physical pain nonetheless. Still, that he manages to bring up his gun to point at her at all is nothing short of a miracle; that he fired off another of those little chi bullets in such a state is absolutely astounding. Still, the shot would give him time to plan...he hoped.
COMBATSYS: Poison blocks Kerian's Rapid Shot.
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Kerian 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Poison
The only reason that the bullet does not puncture Poison's chest in a fatal manner is because she swings her body so that it hits her in the bicep, instead, ripping a clean line of blood across the lithe muscle of her feminine form. "Ghhhrgh!" she gargles, blood still streaming from her head wound -- it's now more clear that the bullet only grazed her temple, rather than actually getting in anywhere, but the severity of the wound can be measured in what seem like pints.
"I hate wrapping up loose ends," Poison says, spitting out a glob of red onto a religious statue. "But sometimes the idea is just too satisfying. HA HA HA HA HA HA" and then she charges forward, attempting to bash her own head into Kerian's as he gets up.
COMBATSYS: Poison successfully hits Kerian with Headbutt.
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Kerian 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Poison
Kerian seems absolutely flabbergasted as the blow lands. What is -with- his luck tonight, he wonders idly. First that fellow who didn't know how to play Texas Hold'Em, now this unusual pink-haired woman with a shovel and a mad-on for combat. He falls against a tree hard, white hair spilling outwards like a cloak, covering his face even as a bit of blood rolls down the side of his head from the blow. It's unusual and disturbing to see such perfectly white hair just sort of go red, like bloody paper or snow, but he doesn't seem to care. He'd have to get serious now.
His foot braces against the tree, pushing him off it and up into the air, hair spreading like tendril-wings or something similarly disturbing and beautiful. A flip, and his foot is falling towards her head, fast as lightning, a white bolt from the sky.
COMBATSYS: Poison fails to interrupt Light Kick from Kerian with Light Kick.
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Kerian 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Poison
"UNGH!" Poison swings her leg up to try and axe the hell out of Kerian's face -- seriously, she does these vertical splits that are so hot when she does not look like she might die. Kerian's kick connects with the back of her knee as her leg is swung up, and she's knocked backward, high heels serving to unbalance her as she topples to the ground.
Where rests the shovel.
Poison takes the shovel and grins, teeth shockingly white for someone whose face is otherwise bathed in red, ice-blue eyes notwithstanding. "Come on," she hisses, whipping her hair back and klanging the shovel's end against the ground. "COME ON!"
"You're pretty cute, for a psychopathic lady trying to kill me." The young brit-shonen noted offhandedly, pulling back the hammer of the gun. "It's a damn shame, really." He ducked down, like a wolf going for the kill, gun at his side as he charged, dodging left and right. As he passed by her, the gun rolled up to point at the side of her head...then swung down to her leg, her shapely calves, her tender...tendons, all ready to be shredded by a well-aimed shot. As the trigger clicked and the chi-bullet fired out, he hoped this one would be one of those.
COMBATSYS: Poison dodges Kerian's Crippling Shot.
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Kerian 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Poison
For once, Poison /doesn't/ get shot. She sees him pointing the gun and, despite her two current injuries, manages to fling herself out of the way -- the chi bullet explodes a bird's nest (and bird) in a nearby tree. Poison sees this, turns back to look at Kerian...
...and then falls over laughing, as the bird's feathers float to the ground, red and sticky.
After a few moments of cackling, she stands up, wiping tears from her eyes, even though the tears have served to clear out some of the blood. "That was amazing," she says, taking a few quick breaths to stop herself from giggling more. "Props, kid."
COMBATSYS: Poison drops Poison's guard to recover.
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Kerian 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Poison
Kerian cracks a bit of a smile as he continues to run, but he doesn't stop. He kicks off the tree in front of him, leaping off again, foot thrusting down...except, instead of the kick, it's the gun that comes falling down like an iron hammer in his hand, the hilt gleaming with energy, a fierce strike from above, the very image of an angel's wrath from on high.
COMBATSYS: Poison blocks Kerian's Fierce Strike.
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Poison swings her arm up to prevent the blow from striking her anywhere serious -- except she swung her wounded arm up, and the pistolwhip strikes her in the bicep previously seared by bulletry. "AUGGHHHHGGHGH!" she cries, lunging backward, gripping her arm and swearing a bit -- most unladylike.
She kicks the shovel up into her good hand. "THAT /HURT/, YOU LITTLE LIMEY /FREAK/!" she hisses, having gone from 'perversely amused' to 'ungodly furious.' "LET'S SEE YOU FIGHT WITHOUT THE GUN THAT /MATTERS/!" Like a Greek spear, Poison lifts the shovel over her head and charges, striking downward with nightmarish force -- to a very, very sensitive area.
COMBATSYS: Kerian blocks Poison's Cheap Shot.
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Kerian managed to get out of the way - well, sort of. If 'using your arm to block' counts as 'getting out of the way', and if 'ow the really hurt dear God the searing pain' counts as 'sort of'. The real point was, he wasn't going to die, and he'd be able to have kids with some lucky or unlucky lady at some point down the road, assuming he ever stopped being so...effeminate. Then again, some girls liked that.
Part of the mind buried under that mass of pretty hair wondered why in God's name he was thinking about what girls liked under the assault of the now-quite-wound-up pink-haired woman. The rest of the mind was busy guiding his arm up shoot her in the chest even as he rolled away from the crazy woman's path. And ignoring the intense pain as the other arm caught the ground.
Most painful.
COMBATSYS: Kerian successfully hits Poison with Magnum Blast.
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Chest avoided.
Stomach tagged.
The bullet grazes the side of Poison's midsection, opening up another nasty wound that sprays blood further. She looks like some sort of hideous Fangoria-worthy effects shot, covered in thick red liquid, dripping from her every movement, splattering with every lunge or punch. She's spitting it up quite a bit, too, and it begs the question of how much blood the human body actually /contains/, which is filed away next to 'why does Yoga Fire not give people third-degree burns that they die from.'
"Done playing around," Poison grunts, attempting to tackle the limber boy and wrench his shoulders out of their sockets. "TRY LIFTING A GUN NOW!" she screams, perhaps prematurely.
COMBATSYS: Kerian dodges Poison's Full Nelson.
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Kerian 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Poison
He considered it for a moment. He -was- 20, after all, and getting tackled by an attractive woman would probably pay off for a moment. But only a moment, and then he'd be really, really annoyed when his arm broke. Kerian decided against it, and quite wisely. The roundhouse, though, that would do the trick, he thought as he slid out of the way of her charging full nelson, his energy-charged heel swinging around for the back of her head. And if he was lucky, maybe she'd fall for that, too...
COMBATSYS: Kerian successfully hits Poison with Light Kick.
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Poison just doesn't stop. The kick nails her right in the back of the skull -- but she just shakes her sticky, clumped hair out of her face and keeps going. "Nnggh," she grunts, as if making some sort of token acknowledgment of the impact, but that's all it gets. Instead, she attempts to again tackle Kerian again -- this time more roughly, like forearm-pressed-against-throat roughly, and punch him in the face about a million times. She is /angry/.
COMBATSYS: Kerian blocks Poison's No Time for Love Dr. Jones EX.
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Kerian 1/--=====/=======|======-\-------\0 Poison
Kerian doesn't have time to roll. Hell, he barely has time to duck his head back, rolling with the blows as well as he can and blocking as many shots as possible. Fortunately, his arm prevents her access to his throat, but her advance is just too damn fast for him. Well-played, pink-haired mystery woman; well played.
But he was done with playing, now; it was his life on the line, and he planned to survive one way or another. He threw himself out of her path, running behind her. "I'm sorry," he says after a moment, "I am."
The light is overwhelming. If one were to look closely, they would see just how fast he's moving, fast enough to leave an -afterimage- in a semi-circle around her, fast enough to look like ten, twenty, a hundred of him...but really, it's just one. The chi bullets, though, are like the spokes of a wagon, bolting straight for her, an inescapable, unblockable hell of light and sound and power, wagon-spokes of absolute and utter doom. The Godlike Bullet Rave; the first time he'd ever used it on an actual, capable opponent. He really did feel bad for her. Sort of. But she'd brought it on herself.
COMBATSYS: Poison dodges Kerian's Godlike Bullet Rave.
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Kerian 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Poison
Poison throws herself stomach-down on the ground like she was Cody on his prison bunk.
It's a moment before she gets up, looking around to see if the crazy light show is over. After assuring herself that it is, she scrambles for her knife -- remember that, how it clattered to the ground before? Well -- she's got it again, and she rears back with her good arm, holding the weapon by its sharp, shining tip: "And that, baby, is why you don't bring a gun to a knife fight."
COMBATSYS: Poison successfully hits Kerian with Knife Throw.
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Kerian 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Poison
Nevermind the -knife in his shoulder-, he was still reeling from the fact that she'd dodged a supposedly perfect attack! Clearly, he needed to work on his technique...Ginyu-sensei used to be able to do a half-sphere-, after all, so maybe his attack did need work. Still, he wasn't out of this fight yet. He dropped, practically to all fours, and charged again, loping forward. The gun slammed upwards towards her chin, the tip brimming with energy, ready to discharge at a single blow.
In his head, he could hear Ginyu-sensei berating him for his incredibly stupidity. No time to think, though. Just time to do.
COMBATSYS: Poison fails to interrupt Deep Strike from Kerian with Power Strike.
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Kerian 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 Poison
COMBATSYS: Poison has reached second wind!
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Poison is running on pure instinct as well, charging forward even as Kerian does too. She rears back with a bare-knuckle jab, intent on punching his head off, but instead the gun butt smashes into her jaw with a sickening 'CRACK.' Poison staggers back, clutching her newly broken mandible.
Kerian didn't wait for her, didn't stop to think. His gun slung up, his shot went off, and he continued to move past her even as she staggered, the bullet firing backwards at her head. She'd have to dodge or get hit by that first...and he wagered, in this state, that it'd be the second.
Or at least he really hoped so.
COMBATSYS: Poison dodges Kerian's Rapid Shot.
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Kerian 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Poison
Poison jerks her head out of the way, the bullet whizzing by so closely that some of her hair is clipped off. She looks like some sort of crazy blood monster, a rampaging coagulatron from Mars ready to break humanity over her knee, starting with Kerian. Usually, Poison's fighting technique involves a lot of sexual harassment, but she's too angry to even try it now. She just rages like some sort of... red... Hulk or something, barreling onward.
Poison attempts to grab Kerian by his clothes this time, and /swing/ him at one of the nearby trees, in an offhanded attempt to maybe, hopefully break his head if she throws him hard enough.
COMBATSYS: Kerian dodges Poison's Strong Throw.
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Kerian 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Poison
Kerian was really getting tired of this, now; not to mention the fact that, well, he was starting to get -extremely- tired in general. He ducked out of the way of her strike, bringing up his pistol again for another devestatingly fierce strike at the back of her head, backed by gleaming white chi and likely to hurt like all hell if it landed. The explosive force behind it would probably not be as bad as the initial concussion, but either way, it'd hurt.
COMBATSYS: Poison blocks Kerian's Fierce Strike.
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Kerian 0/-------/-----==|=======\===----\1 Poison
Poison whirls around and swings her hand up to catch the butt of the gun before it can bust her -- it still hurts like a bitch getting gunbutted in the hand, but that remains the lesser of two headaches. Of course, there are advantages to such proximity.
Poison attempts to grab Kerian and force his head down to her crotch.
Well, maybe sexual harassment is usually a part of her tactics on that front, but this time she's doing it more to try and clamp his skull between her thighs, so that she can hook a leg and /leap/ -- to smash the top of his skull, unprotected, into the paved, bloody ground.
COMBATSYS: Kerian interrupts Ulcer Driver from Poison with Sideways Shot.
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COMBATSYS: Kerian can no longer fight.
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Kerian brings his hand up, grabbing the pistol with both and squeezing the trigger like it was all that mattered. The horizontal angle of the gun for aiming, the position...all he could do, he thought as he backpedaled, nailing his head against a tree and slumping down, was hope that the shot was enough to stop her all the way in her tracks, or he'd probably not be in much condition for a rematch later...
The PIIIAAADLIVU doesn't quite succeed, since Poison gets shot. Again.
Her shoulder explodes in a cascade of meat and bone, and she slumps over, releasing the vise-like grip her sexy lady thighs had on Kerian's brain. Her eyes flutter.
COMBATSYS: Poison takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Poison has reached third wind!
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Poison's eyes then open with a start. She looks down at the kid with the gun, hoping he's dead, because she can't afford to lose much more of herself -- her body is that expensive, dammit. Fumbling with her cellphone, she pushes herself up and starts to stagger away. "Boss? Yeah, no, I need... I need the doctor, and... and call my surgeons... no, the Swiss ones, yeah... I hope... I hope blood doesn't make me wrinkle..."
COMBATSYS: Poison has ended the fight here.
Log created on 23:40:01 10/10/2008 by Poison, and last modified on 02:09:54 10/11/2008.