Description: THE BATTLE FOR THE JITTE. Will Katana defeat them? WILL THE SHOGUN END UP WITH HIS PRIZE? WATCH AND BE AMAZED... Or not. You'll have to watch to the VERY END, SPORTSFRIENDS, TO SEE THIS AMAZING CLIMAX. (Winner: DKO)
The Southtown Mall has been closed off to the public for the next few hours. With what's about to go down, there's no way Howard's people want to be responsible for any injuries incurred by anyone wandering into the path of the fight about to be carried out here. The time is late afternoon. Dusk will be along shortly, ready to turn the dimming horizon into a tapestry of orange and red.
The mall has been prepared to be the staging ground of a quest the officials have put Katana on. A quest to get brand new, sharp, shiney, KANJI COVERED jitte. An upgrade, as it were. But to get them he has to fight his way through a gauntlet of opposing obsticles. Two other weapon users, in fact, in the form of weapons maven Ayame and the clawed con Choi.
In fact, waiting at the entrance to the eastern gate of the mega-complex is none other than Ayame herself. Dressed in an outfit that just screams schoolgirl gone wrong, she's got on a black blouse accented by a blood red tie. At her waist, beneath a strip of visible skin, is a plaid red and black skirt. Her legs are bare, her feet clad in a pair of brown Doc Martins.
And right now, she's leaning against the wall bordering the entrance, one leg bent, foot planted against the wall, her back resting against it as well. Her staff, a six foot long titanium weapon, leans against her left shoulder. Her right hand is extended, palm up... and balancing right there in the center of her palm, by its very tip, is a very fancy looking jitte. "Oh, this thing's a real prize," Ayame muses out loud, "I should just ditch this sideshow and keep it." She doesn't sound at all abashed about such a dishonorable idea. But it might endanger her chances of getting into future matches in the SNF circuit. Pesky...
The Southtown Mall has been closed off for GOOD REASON. None shall get in the way of Katana's QUEST FOR THE GOLDEN JITTE. Okay they aren't golden but it IS a quest and they ARE important. All he needs to do is beat the tar out of two people. Simple, right? ESPECIALLY FOR A SHOGUN SUCH AS HE IS. The warrior SHOGUN of Mad Gear is clearly ..
Doomed.
Barreling through the Mall front, the armored figure of the Shogun has his weaponry in his hands. The old jitte are raised, sharp, but not like those infront of him. And for now .. HE BELLOWS. "Those ... WHO STAND IN MY WAY, SHALL FACE THE FURY OF THE SHOGUN! The strength.. the speed! THE MIGHT!" Isn't that like strength? IF IT IS TOO BAD. The Shogun is just THAT MIGHTY.
And now, he's glancing around. "The first should be around here..." His armored hide is surely something to be noticed. Large. Giant shouldered. Armor clattering a bit, and that steel mask over his face. The Shogun is going to truly show WHOMEVER IS IN HIS WAY TRUE PAIN.
Really.
"SHOW YOURSELVES, GUARDIAN OF TREASURE!" His weaponry arise as he takes a mighty step forwards, shaking his weapons in the air, over and over.
Yeah, Ayame is behind him.
Seriously.
Just right there, he's missed her.
Choi, on the other hand, has no need for all this drama, all this brooding, all this... bellowing. Instead, he was sitting in a simple metal chair inside the heart of the weapon shop. There, he was stirring a small martini with a claw. Katana was loud, fairly stupid, and very tough. At least, that was the impression from the FIGHT LOST FOREVER IN TIME.
But like in the FIGHT LOST FOREVER IN TIME, Choi had a female to take the sock beating for him. Looking out down the hall of the Mall, he saw the loud Shogun intimidating the air. The midget shook his head, and took a sip of his highball.
Hopefully, he wouldn't have to show up again in THIS fight.
Ayame looks lost in her conundrum of walking off with the jitte or staying around to keep her 'good name' for SNF matches. Back and forth the weapon wobbles as she moves her palm to keep it balanced right in the center of her fingerless glove. "Hmn..."
It's not long before she has company though. She doesn't have to wait until nightfall for this showdown to be underway. The Shogun of Mad Gear wants his upgraded weapons and he wants them NOW. Ayame has never seen the guy before though she of course knows of his reputation. Big, tough brute, leader of a gang of likewise ne'er-do-wells. She's tangled with some of his gang members before. It hurt.
Pushing the jitte up into the air into a lazy arc, she catches it by the handle as it comes back down. Taking her staff in hand, Ayame sighs too softly to be heard as Katana appears to have completely missed her presence. It must be the mask - peripheral vision is at a premium in that thing.
Of course, the proper, polite thing would be to alert him to her presence so that he knows that the fight is about to begin. Of course, honorable tactics and Ayame haven't gotten along all that well. Which is why she's going to get his attention the right way. Drawing her right hand back, she sends the jitte spinning through the air toward Katana. It's target - imbedding itself in the wall next to him with a solid thing. It's a distraction. An attempt to get his attention. To get him to look to the side where that shiny weapon thuds.
And, hoping that turns Katana's attention in the wrong direction, Ayame charges without further ado, aiming to blindside the masked warrior!
COMBATSYS: Katana has started a fight here.
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Katana 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Ayame has joined the fight here.
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Ayame 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Katana
COMBATSYS: Katana blocks Ayame's Medium Strike.
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Ayame 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Katana
There isn't much to say when Katana is involved. Sometimes awkward silence is the only thing that is truly right in such a situation. This may be one of them, Katana looking around as this continues. But really. With Ayame going on to assault Katana from behind, he probably should get kicked in the head for his idiocy.
At least. Maybe one time. Not this time, it seems.
As the jitte is striking the wall, the Shogun's eyes light up. "OH! IT'S!" He cries. And then, of course, something THREW that. "... But I cannot accept it!" The Shogun cries. WHY NOT, KATANA?! "Because.. I..." And as Ayame aims to blindside, she only eats TERRIBLE ARMOR, the gauntlet slamming against her strike. "HAVE HONOR!" His glare, black, due to the mask, focuses upon Ayame as the strike causes him to powerfully resist, lost to the meat of the Shogun. And boy he's meaty.
"Unlike SOME." He adds in.
"But do not worry!" He fights against the strike still, with one arm..
As the second comes around, the jitte, his own, being brought around to slash into the woman's body, and throw her away. "I SHALL TEACH YOU THE FATE OF THOSE WHO FIGHT THE SHOGUN!" The slash occurs just as Katana aims to push her off balance.. to make matters worse! "JOKO NU NAMII SAAAAAAN BAKAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Yes. Truly a warrior of might.
COMBATSYS: Ayame blocks Katana's Medium Strike.
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Ayame 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Katana
He catches her swinging staff on the end of his armored glove, teaching the ambushing girl a lesson about just how hard he's going to be to crack with that armor of his. The staff rings out with the sound of impact, the titanium pole actually hollow in the middle, and already the girl is moving to correct for it.
"Got bad news for you," the long haired, strawberry blond points out as she steps back, bringing her own weapon up to intersect the incoming pointy blade, grunting at the effort required as she finds herself sliding back a few steps. "No one's ever won a fight just by being honorable!"
She grins, nodding toward the jitte stuck in the wall, "Besides, I want that for myself. So you're outta luck big guy."
She swings the weapon out again, but this time it's a feint, trying to draw his guard high again. Whipping around with the momentum, she draws the length back just a little so that it will miss entirely so that she can finish spinning around and snapping her foot out, targeting directly into his stomach with her heel.
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Katana with Light Kick.
- Power hit! -
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Ayame 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Katana
As Katana takes the strike, there's not much he can do as Ayame currently swings out the weapon, the faint getting him, but he tries to simply run into the strike, as she smashes his stomach with her heel. The Shogun collapses backwards. It's rather terrible.
But in the end, the damage, it is unimportant, to the Shogun. He refuses to stay to the ground. Refuses to stay there for LONG.
Rising to his feet, the Shogun glares, through the mask. "HAHAHAHAHAH! You believe .. THAT I WOULD BE HONORABLE TO A THIEF!" The Shogun is, in a moment, crashing towards Ayame. There is no moment to take, to rest. Ayame may be ready.
Katana will make sure if she fails, IT WILL HURT. "For all of the EFFORT you have... NOTHING WILL STAY IN MY WAY!" The Shogun bellows, as she charges towards Ayame, blades spinning, before they are jabbed straight at Ayame. His movement across the ground is not quite terrible. But at the same time, it is fat, as sandals hit the ground.
Then again, Ayame has been known to prevent.
Might be close.
"STRAIGHT THRUST OF HEAVENS SLASHER OF THE SKY NOBUEST TAKAMUYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The Shogun leaps into the air, as both jitte are thrust down towards Ayame's body, to slam her into the earth. "FACE THE WRATH OF THE STRIKE WITCH KATANA!"
He's lost it, clearly.
COMBATSYS: Katana successfully hits Ayame with Fierce Strike.
*KNOCKED AWAY*
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Ayame 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Katana
Her kick connects solidly and Ayame snaps her foot back, rising back up, holding her staff across her at an angle. Her mouth is curled into a hint of a smirk, brown eyes watching Katana drop to the ground. "Look, Mister Meiji, I don't really care what you think, believe, or how you fight. I'm going to treat you the same and I don't really see it working out well for you in the end. You probably can't even see me half the time behind that cheap mask of yours."
She twirls her staff once, getting ready for him to retaliate, carelessly goading him on with little concern for her well being. That's mostly because she doesn't realize how out of her league she is. A lesson she gets taught rather promptly as Katana comes charging back at her, taking to the air.
One eye narrowing, the girl follows his ascent, taking a step to the side in an attempt to avoid the incoming, sharp-ended descent. She isn't quick enough though. And in that moment, she learns the hard way why the officials have got this guy fighting not one but two opponents in this matchup. A sharp cry of pain escapes her lips as she's slammed to the ground, speared in both shoulders by the pointy, mean objects.
Floored, she shakes her head, rolling back up into a crouch, her right hand going to her neckline while her left hand keeps a grip on her staff. "Che." she grunts, doing her best to ignore the bleeding injuries left by his strikes, deciding to start with tangling him up if possible. At her neck, her hand clicks a clasp open before quickly drawing a chain out, whirling it over her head - a 3-chain bolas, each end with its own little weight.
"Okay, lucky hit. But that's not going to get you anywhere. Here, play with this for a bit." And with that she sends the linked chains hurling toward him, attempting to get all entangled around the Shogun's legs. If her aim is on, she can slow him down a bit with that!
COMBATSYS: Katana endures Ayame's Hijacked!
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Ayame 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Katana
As Ayame is floored, rolling backwards, the Shogun does not stop, charging still. HE DOES NOT STOP. There is no stopping a train made of SHOGUNITE it is just /impossible/. And by the by, yes, it is impossible. OR MAYBE NOT. Ayame will have to find out the hard way. BECAUSE HERE HE COMES. As Ayame sends off a 3 chain bola, the Shogun keeps running at Ayame.
Heck, as the linked chains entangle along his legs, he's 'slowed down'.
Not really. "YOU... WILL NOT... CALL THE SHOGUN... LUCKY!" His yelling is obvious why. The bola seems to work, wrapping around his legs. And then he takes a step forwards. The chains unravel. The Shogun charges forth.
And he /only gets faster/, despite his terribly pained body. It hurts, indeed, but the Shogun refuses to admit the wrapping pain causes him to flinch. That is not shogun like. Not shogun like at all. "TRY THIS!" His yell calls.
And then he leaps at Ayame. It's obvious.
"DAIKYOUUUUUUUUUUUU!" His leap is to slam her against the ground, the Shogun aiming to crash her down, into the floor, bleeding perhaps, before the jitte are used to CHARGE HER AGAINST THE GROUND. "BURNIIIIIIING!"
And then finally launch her upwards, where the Shogun makes a nice stop, with Ayame, INTO THE GROUND. With a suplex.
But Ayame.. may have a few tricks. "SHYEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
COMBATSYS: Katana successfully hits Ayame with Daikyou Burning.
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Ayame 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\0 Katana
Eyes widen just a little as it becomes clear that Katana will not be so easily deterred. "Che," she grunts, trying to catch her breath but being granted no reprieve by the high momentum pain train coming her way. She rises back up slowly to standing, bracing behind her staff before he goes airborn again.
Doubting her ability to simply weather out the much larger opponent's massive attack, she tries to escape it once again. But once again, it's to no avail.
Smashed to the ground again, the smaller fighter is dragged along the rough ground against her back by the blade wielding gang leader's weapons stabbed into her torso. Using them to fling her into the air, she finds herself crashing back down against the concrete with the suplex in the end with enough force to lay her out flat. Grunting as she ends up landing in a heap on the ground, she strongly considers waving the white flag of defeat to put an end to this misery early.
Only that lingering greed for that nice, fancy jitte Katana has been promised keeps her going as Ayame grits her teeth and pushes herself up to standing, albeit shakely so. She's managed to keep her grip on her staff through it all, and right now it comes in handy for keeping her propped up. Ignoring the burning scrapes along her back, or the new puncture wounds in her sides to compliment the shoulder injuries, she glares back at Katana. "Okay, bit less luck, and a lot more crazy." she allows regarding her opinion of his prowess as a fighter.
Well, no sense in standing around and chatting. Gathering her wits, the girl charges again, leaning forward, staff at her side. She goes low this time, dropping into a slide from a little distance away, bringing her feet in quickly as she aims to slip one leg between his feet and another behind them to take the man down in a classic leg takedown. If she can drop him, maybe it will open the door to more options!
COMBATSYS: Katana blocks Ayame's Quick Throw.
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Ayame 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\0 Katana
As Ayame is smashed into the ground, Katana looks on, laughing. "Hahahaha.. HAHAHAHAH! To think .. YOU COULD EVER STOP THE SHOGUN!" he goes on to say, but there is only so much he can say .. Or do, truly.
Ayame grits her teeth, and with that shaky movement, the Shogun seems to be doing a number on the girl. But Katana .. he does not care. There are some things that Katana refuses to let get to him.
Some suffering isn't going to do that. Not. At. All.
And then, Ayame goes on to charge, leaning forwards and dropping into a slide. The Shogun is brought together painful.. and one leg is slipped between his feet and behind, as the Shogun goes into a leg take down.
It doesn't work. The armored shogun takes the blow, the strike slamming into a metal plate.
"Ha.. HAHAHAH! The Shogun finds your attempts .. AMUSING. But ultimately I..." His gaze towards Ayame changes, as she begins to run around him. "WHAT IS THIS THE SHOGUN WILL NOT ACCEPT THIS ARGHHH!" He cries out, but it is too late, SHE IS STRAFING. "Come back here ... I .. SHALL ONLY GIVE YOU DEFEAT!" That's probably what he says to ALL the women he's fighting. "It's really NOT THAT BAD COME BACK!"
It's about when the Shogun leaps off the ground, spinning around, sending a spiralling kick towards Ayame..
Aimed ALL AROUND HIM. It's only 'towards' Ayame in a wide sense.
Shogun breakdance.
COMBATSYS: Katana successfully hits Ayame with Light Kick.
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Ayame 1/-======/=======|=======\-------\1 Katana
He manages to keep from getting tangled up in her slide tackle, but that's not really too big a deal to Ayame. She had counted on that. Counted on him being able to pull through such a brazen, direct assault. And as she whirls around to his side, deciding to play havoc with him trying to keep her in view with that mask of his, she's already moved on to the next plan of action anyway, putting his successful defenses out of her mind.
As he leaps, spinning into a spiraling kick toward the fragile fighter, Ayame doesn't appear so quick to try and scramble out of the way this time. His heavy feet collide with the top of her head, nearly collapsing her to the ground, but as Ayame goes sliding backward, Katana may very well miss the lash coming in from her right hand. It's one of her belts, slipped off as he took to the air, aiming to squeeze in on Katana's neck as the girl tries to yank him forward into a stumble as he lands. "Don't worry, Captain Kyoto, I'm still here..."
If she's successful, she'll snap forward in a frenzy of activity, bringing her staff to bear with a series of solid bashes. All the while, she'll be trying to wrap Katana up in that belt, snaring his neck, trying to wrap his arm up in it, and all together disabilitating him as much as humanly possible with the all out crazy assault.
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Katana with Entrapment.
-+- CALCULATED HIT -+-
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Ayame 0/-------/-----==|=======\====---\1 Katana
There is nothing the Shogun is capable of, in response. The Shogun watches as Ayame yanks him forwards, and he's snapped forwards, her staff being brought about, the bashes continuing. Strike after strike, the Shogun is wrapped up over and over, even if he tries to prevent it. There's nothing he can do. Nothing he can do at all.
In the end. He lays defeated from the assault.
And then of course just kicks off the ground. The Shogun is incapable of victory, he assumes, but he will DAMN TAKE THAT HARPY WITH HIM. "I .. AM TIRED... OF YOU!" The Shogun bellows, as he charges forth, towards Ayame.
After being wrapped, and twisted, and wounded, the shogun is incapable of much pain, no matter how much he would be happy to give to her the violence that is deserved towards her. His blades flash through the air, attempting the risky, quick strike. "I .. AM TIRED. OF YOUR WORDS HARLOT. JIGOKU!" The jitte flash through the air as the shogun swings, over and over, aiming to strike her three times in all, in the air, before launching her away and ending it.
"BEGONE!"
COMBATSYS: Ayame blocks Katana's Jigoku Scrape.
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Ayame 0/-------/----===|=======\====---\1 Katana
Ayame dishes out her series of strikes, one after another, trying to do unto Katana as he's done unto her as it were. When she spins to a stop, it's more because she's out of breath than out of any sense of mercy. Otherwise she'd be happy to just keep bashing him up, tripping him down, and pummeling with that staff of hers until he could fight no longer. The constraints of endurance force her to slow down and back away at last, relinquishing that belt of hers but keeping a grip on her staff. "Whew." she exhales, surveying her handywork with a certain amount of pride.
Up until Katana jumps to his feet again, "Oh, for the- I'm kinda tired of you too!" she exclaims back, bracing behind that staff of hers. Katana comes charging, deciding to shut her up entirely. She manages to intersect the stabbing jitte with timely shifts in her long weapon, sending sparks flying to the ground between the two of them with each defense.
One stab gets through, however, managing to cut into her side again, leaving her blouse torn, and her side cut open again. Hissing at the sharp pain, she staggers back several steps before litterally falling backward into a seated position on the ground, a quiet, dazed look on her face.
Shaking her head, she grits her teeth, planting her free right hand against the ground, getting ready to push herself back to standing. But with a grunt, she finds she really doesn't have it in her and, wobbling for a moment, ends up just staying where she's sitting. Resting her staff across her lap, she lifts her left hand and waves it absently, "Okay, okay, I give. Just go bug that other guy already, I've had enough!" Not exactly Miss Stick To It when it comes to these sanctioned fights.
COMBATSYS: Ayame takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Ayame can no longer fight.
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Katana 1/--=====/=======|
As The Shogun manages to get out of the assault.. and finally slash into Ayame.. the damage that is done seems to be .. interesting. She staggers backwards, and the Shogun gets ready. He is ready for anything. She is on her rear, and that is where Ayame is MOST POWERFUL. Of that, Katana is certain. /CERTAIN/.
Or well, maybe not. BUT HE WILL NOT BE CAUGHT WITH HIS GUARD DOWN. With Ayame hissing, and shaking her head, as she says she 'gives'.. Ayame cannot immediately raise herself.
The Shogun watches, as she continues to not give it her all. The Shogun stares, beady eyes looking at the woman, a real live woman, like his video games! in front of his eyes, but all he can think about are the kanji laden jitte that grace the winners table. The Shogun shall have one it sees.
He just doesn't believe it. "Hah... to think I WOULD BELIEVE YOU!" The Shogun exclaims, towards Ayame, glancing down, as he begins to rest up. He is not so much in that position of battle he generally is, but the Shogun.. well the Shogun is still glancing off at Ayame, staring. Eyeing. Glancing more.
He's not moving.
"Really.. I'm ready .. whenever you move... WHENEVER YOU MOVE." The Shogun exclaims, watching Ayame. He takes his eyes off her. And then whips them around, focusing on her AGAIN. "HAH! CAUGHT YOU! .. Wait you're .. still .. here uh.." He backs up slowly.. slowly.. slowly tip-toeing away. Katana .. well Katana .. isn't exactly sure. He even whips around towards Ayame again, one last time, as he slowly moves forwards. Now and then, the chorus of 'SAW THAT!', 'STAY RIGHT THERE!' and 'DON'T YOU DARE STEAL THAT' are heard.
Maybe he'll get to Choi in the next half hour.
COMBATSYS: Katana drops his guard to recover.
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COMBATSYS: Katana takes no action.
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Meanwhile, Choi was finishing his 5th cocktail.
He had been watching the entire fight at a safe distance. And drinking. He had studied both of their fighting styles from a distance. Not in great detail, of course. But one sexy skirt blob was smaller than the 'ohgod ogre' block samurai blob. Naturally, as the drinks kept coming, the blobs became more fuzzy. And then, sexy blob took one hit too many... and bailed out.
Wait, bailed out?
Choi is a bit confused, seeing that he is used to fights going until one is no longer capable of standing. Turned back over to the jitte. The midget didn't quite understand what the big deal was. It looked like a really big bottle opener. Maybe Katana was really was into the brewskis.
The midget staggers up from his chair, knocking it over with a clatter in the process. "Whoa, been hitting too many of the sour tarts, eh Choi?" He muttered to himself, stretching his arms around drunkenly. Pacing. Pacing a problem. But he felt a warm feeling of confidence overwhelm him. This samurai was awfully loud. And annoying. But loved beer a lot. Leaning against the entrance of the small weapon store, Choi crossed his arms, looking at Sodom bitterly. He was taking way too long. Finally, he loses it, shouting at the slowpoke.
"Move it, Frat Boy! This Jeet isn't going to lose itself, you know!"
COMBATSYS: Choi has joined the fight here.
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There is one jitte. A jitte, that rests against the wall. BUT THE SHOGUN LEAVES IT.
Really he's a two jitte man ONE IS JUST NOT ENOUGH.
And moving forwards, the Shogun watches as Choi .. SO FAR AWAY... mentions to /move it/. It won't LOSE ITSELF!? The Shogun .. SO MOCKED. He shall make this man .. BE MOCKED NO MORE.
As he barrels towards Choi, Katana's focus is on the smaller man, eyes through the mask glaring at him as he begins to rush towards him. His gaze does not move. But it's far, far too long in the hallway to immediately make up. Choi will have the first move. But battered. Wounded.. and most of all, angry, the Shogun's rage fuels his intensity, and PLAN TO SHOVE A MIDGET INTO A BUNCH OF SHARP THINGS.
Perhaps Katana is just a man's man.
Bloodied, beaten, but not out, the Shogun charges forwards. Onwards. "I WILL SHOW YOU THE MEANING OF THE SHOGUN. THE SPIRITS, TODAY, ARE WITH HIM ... AND YOU SHALL SOON MEET YOUR DEFEAT AS WELL!" He bellows. Loud. Obnoxious.
/JAPAN/.
He's closing in like a freight train now. CHOO CHOO.
COMBATSYS: Katana focuses on his next action.
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Choi looks over at the pile of empty martini glasses. He blinks a few times. "Yeah, well. The spirits are with me as well, Frat Boy."
The little man could see the giant of the man closing in on him, and suddenly realized how much... bigger the man was. He was built exactly like the kind of guy that would be a frat boy. And then... he remembered.
It was on top of the Seattle Needle. Saturday Night Fight. It was raining. It always rains in Seattle. The devil had to put aside the Washingtonians to dry before tossing them in the fires of hell.
It was Katana who made the first move. The rules were very blunt: no weapons, only rubber chickens. Choi was at a significant disadvantage in that fight. His speciality wasn't in trauma weapons, and even when he got the hang of things, it was a matter of physical power... and mass. Katana, on the other hand, had both...
The midget narrowed his dilated eyes, pushing off the edge to barely stand straight up. Spraying his claws around him, he watched the approaching Katana with a deadpan look. Watching every move, every shout, every rattle. His chest burned with the deep scars the welts had left up there on that tacky eyesore. This fight would be more than a money-grabbing prize over a meaningless Wapanese tool. And a Jitte.
This was for revenge.
COMBATSYS: Choi focuses on his next action.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|=======\====---\1 Katana
The Shogun glares back towards Choi as he crashes forwards, blades in the air, flashing, as he moved closer towards Choi. The jitte are brought backwards, as the Shogun's momentum only gets faster. It was not the first time that he met the midget. No. There was this woman.. a woman that the Shogun didn't want. DIDN'T CARE FOR.
It was THERE THAT KATANA HAD FOUND A REASON TO FIGHT.
To pawn this woman off on Choi. On the Needle. She was to be the winners prize.
She could not cook Ramen Noodles.
Worse yet, she didn't want to be there anyways, was actually the janitoress, and was actually only taking a picture for her children. BUT THE SOUL STILL BURNED, AND THE WOMAN STILL COULDN'T COOK ANY DAMN RAMEN NOODLES. It was a terrible one. The Shogun remembered it like yesterday.
If he could remember something, that long, with the adrenaline now pushing him forwards. Towards Choi, the Shogun moved. The smaller, faster one. The Shogun would deal with Choi in a way that he dealt with many problems in his world.
Stabbing them.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! BOKU. NO! JITTE. TAMA. DOKU NOOOOO! RAMA LAMA DING DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG!" The mighty cry is the Shogun's chare, the blades flashing through the air as the Shogun aims to PIERCE THE HEA-er CHOI WITH HIS JITTE.
Yes, they're more stabbing weapons.
So they're being used like clubs, WHAT OF IT.
COMBATSYS: Katana successfully hits Choi with Medium Strike.
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Choi 0/-------/----===|=======\=====--\1 Katana
The woman. Ah yes.
Choi could remember it like if it was only a few hours ago.
She was shaped like a pear, and stacked like a barrel of apples. Her rugged skin was like carrots, her light beard the hide of a dried coconut. There was a memorable birthmark that sought much like a red ruby Felix the Cat. Her nature was surly, but in a tomcatish sort of way. He could still remember her longing croak, a subtle reminder of her 16 packs a day.
The midget had fought with the Samurai over similar girls. There was the one time where the fighter was at that convention. Choi was there to hit on the cosplayers. But there was one person... one person that Katana had demanded the attention of. The midget grinned for a moment, watching the Rama Lama Ding Dongs of the Weeaboo. He leaps to the side, attempting to dodge the rushing blade.
He hits the side of the doorway.
Oh crap.
The midget is sent flying backwards into the weapon rack, shattering the glass casing and a hundred dollar katana. Or probably some japanese sword that LOOKS like a katana, but isn't. The midget wasn't exactly a weapons expert.
Struggling from the debris of glass, he uses his claws to whip him into the air. That woman... she was Choi's victory. It was less of a battle of skill, there, however. It was much more a battle of wits. A battle that Choi managed to come on top in. He tucked into a tight ball as he sailed over the winner's table back towards Katana, attempting to bowl up and over him to get in the aerial game. But as he approached, a snarky bite cut through the air right for Katana.
"Catch it, Frat Boy!"
COMBATSYS: Katana interrupts Hien Zan from Choi with Meido no Miyage.
*KNOCKED AWAY*
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Choi 1/----===/=======|=====--\-------\0 Katana
The doorway is clearly a doorway spirit sent to aid the Shogun in his time of need. Truly, there is nothing that can stop him .. or is there.. when there is PRECIOUS JAPANESE ARTIFACTS on the line. Or maybe he's a huge weeabo.
You know both work.
As The midget is sent flying back, it reminds the Shogun of the last time. This was not the first time, that warrior, ended up taking the blow from Katana. He had been dealt with before. And before, he had been DEALT WITH.
The Shogun remembers Choi .. from then. It was a lucky shot, but it was the one which brought this revenge upon him from Choi. He had clipped Choi .. but in the end, he had sent him wheeling backwards.
Away from the woman. AWAY FROM THE WOMAN THAT THE SHOGUN HAD SO COVETED ORIGINALLY BUT THREW AWAY. Away from the woman that wasn't like Poison and REALLY A WO/MAN/. Such thoughts. Not that Katana knows about Poison.
She's pretty.
"HAHAHAHAH!" The Shogun bellows, as Choi comes towards him. Last time, the Shogun had faltered to such a strike. The ball, his weakness, knocking Katana over and causing him to crash nearly off the building. He had to forfeit. Buildings. TALL BUILDINGS. The Shogun knew the weakness of the Mad Gear Clan. No. Not the weakness. THE CURSE.
He would not repeat it.
"Caught." The Shogun claims, as he roars. "MEIIIIDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
It's the charge that brings the Shogun forth, jiite ready as Choi barrels into him, spinning, blades against armor. It's not enough to deter the Shogun. The jitte thrust forwards, prying Choi off him. And then slamming one jitte into the smaller man with all the force behind it. "NO!"
The second comes out, lashing, the Shogun traveling forwards with the strike, intending to make this Choi's VERY BAD DAY. It might already be. Strike after strike, the Shogun lashes out, before one final lash. "MIYAGE!"
Both swing outwards.. thrusting Choi far away from him. "Hahaha.. HAHAHAHAHH! You .. WILL NOT STOP THE SHOGUN FROM HIS PRIZE!" He claims.
He feels far less helpless.. than he did, hanging from the edge of the Needle. HE WOULD NOT GIVE THIS MAN THE SAME FEELING AGAIN.
Choi had several new feelings right now. Pain. Paaaaaain. PaaaaaaaaaaaIIIIIIIn. Hurt. And up.
Actually Choi always had the feeling up. It was where most of the troubles came from. The woman. The other woman. And finally... the doctor.
It was another important fight. Both Katana and Choi had to run their fight... while delivering babies. That's right. Choi spent a few seconds remembering the dilations. The Crowning. It was like a clown car, with babies flying all around. Choi could only remember the proper application of a Thrown Weapon brought him out of that fight in one piece... along with brilliant use of his small size to hide from the Samurai's one assault.
But Choi had no wombs to hide in now.
Choi was torn from his rolling strike with tearing. Such awful tearing. The Weeaboo was combining a beatdown with a stabdown and a ripdown! He was going down more than Poison on the Dallas Cowboy. Okay, it was the Jets. But really, that is the best that they could afford. Besides, they were gentlemanly enough to return the favor afterwards. You don't see that very often in most sports teams these days.
But anyways, Midget Choi was in a funny pile of his own body fluids at the last shove off. He sort of... jiggles up. Like an animated pile of jello bones. He staggers up, shaking his jello bones. His jello bones were in such intense pain, only nulled by the shots he took in the highball. He began to stagger... then pick up speed. Hooting loudly, he suddenly began to whirl... and spin like a top. Claws out, he whirled around and around in place like a tornado. A Choinado. Blue-Silver streaks of Chi highlight the mini storm as he tried to clear the great distance between him and Katana... just like on top of the tower. That one push got him over the edge. And another push... might do the trick.
COMBATSYS: Katana blocks Choi's Tatsumaki Shippuu Zan.
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Choi 1/----===/=======|=====--\-------\0 Katana
This push .. DOES NOT HAPPEN! As Choi aims to make it happen, the Shogun refuses to allow. Choi, as he jiggles up, staggering.. Katana laughed. Oh yes, how Katana laughed. But then as Choi begun to spin, the Shogun's eyes now focused upon him. It was the massive speed that caused Choi, rusing upwards, whirling, spinning like a top .. the Shogun was not happy.
..There were blue silver streaks. Chi in the wind, hidden. The Shogun does not weather it well. But he knows how to. It is a risk he always has to take. And take it .. he does. The armoring is raised as the storm erupts, upon Katana, but the Shogun weathers it well. It swallows him within it, spiralling, sucking the shogun up .. but the Shogun is like a rock in a funnel. His motion, unmoving. His actions, none.
Like a monk weathering a waterfall, the man continues to stay.
And then he remembers. HE remembers.
Not only was there a delivering of children, there was also much effort to be done .. elsewhere. The Shogun and Choi were not only tested on birth but DEATH. It was a race to find the cause of death. Each, while fighting, had to pronounce what had killed the men they were given. The Shogun's, as he put it, was killed by .. truck.
HEY HE RECOGNIZED HIM! SWEET.
It had put the Shogun ahead.. but only slightly. Choi was perhaps more knowledgeable. Reasoning, the Shogun's practice had involved all of a few Japanese surgery games involving bombs, a DS and MAGICAL SPACE VIRII.
He was not able to really understand.
But now, working through the assault, the Shogun lashed out. One hand erupts towards Choi's head, in the middle of the storm, as he aimed to grasp the man, and then pull him closer, out of the spiral.
"You ... SHALL SEE THE SHOGUN HAS NO REMORSE! Not THIS TIME."
"DAIMYO.....!" The Shogun leapt upwards, grasping Choi, joints still aching. But as he arched upwards, he held CHoi like a basketball. Before bringing both hands, and Choi, down into a mall bench.
"THROOOOOOOOW!"
OH YEAH, SNAP INTO A SLIM-JIM.
COMBATSYS: Choi blocks Katana's Daimyo Throw.
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Choi 1/---====/=======|======-\-------\0 Katana
Choi tries to rip Katana several new ones. In many different places. Unfortunately, the only new ones ripped were the Shogun's own jello bones. The man was tough. Oh so very tough. But Choi knew this.
There was life in that fight... and then there was death. But the final test was the most difficult.
Love.
Not the kind that Choi enjoyed. Not the kind Katana imported from seedy Japanese fetish stores. One of the most aggressive double dates in the history of Saturday Night Fights. They not only had to endure a dinner, a movie, and a romantic post-date coffee drink, but they had to fight the entire time! Constantly.
Choi growled as his head was snatched. The hurl did quite a number on his neck and spine, though the impact... did not. The midget lands nimbly on his buttocks, yelping as his rear contorts in pain. The midget sluggishly rolls off of the bench... and just kept rolling.
And rolling.
And Rolling!
And then, he leapt up again, beginning another Choinado. But this time, something was different. Something was all too unusual. The most unusual thing was that his hat blew off, scattering about a shower of- no. Oh no. The figures... the bodies... the WOMEN. All within the prime Asian years of 16 to 20. In schoolgirl uniforms? Yes. All of Choi's pictures were scattering about, followed by the most venomous product of all.
The yellow polka-dotted Official Lum Panties.
They all whirled around the gathering storm that centered on the spinning Choi. Faster and faster he spun, the whirlwind consuming him in a blue and grey storm of softcore pornography, panties, and- from the sounds of clattering knives- blades being sucked up in the tornado. The whirlwind ebbed.
And then it flowed.
And then it charged, attempting to consume Katana in it's cuttingness.
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Katana with Shin! Tatsumaki Shinkuu Zan.
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Choi 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 Katana
Choi begins to roll. And roll. And roll. ROLLING FORWARDS, HE COMES TOWARDS KATANA. The Shogun does not mean to HIDE. He does not mean to simply RUN AWAY. No, the Shogun, this time, dashes into assault, leaping towards the spiralling death storm, the whirlwind of chi SUCKING THE SHOGUN INWARDS AS HE ATTEMPTS TO PLUMMET THROUGH IT.
Okay it doesn't really work.
Burned, slashed by the powerful bladed chi cyclone, Katana is tossed away, clattering to the ground. His armoring, a reason, only he knows, how he survived it.
But there would be BLOOD. The Shogun refused to fall victim. He refused to FAIL when it was so close. The shogun .. rises. Slowly, but surely, he rises to his feet. Smoking, to a degree, the Shogun has seen better days. Yet, despite this, he stands tall.
"You .. still fight on.. AND I SHALL SHOW YOU, THE SHOGUNS MIGHT, TO THOSE WHO ARE WORTHY!" There are Lum Panties on his helmet, hanging off. The Shogun does not notice. It is unimportant to him as he makes a difficult, terrible step forwards. His memory of the time before begins to cloud. Now, there is only present.
And speaking of PRESENTS.
The shogun has one for Choi. "This time .. I shall .. SHOW YOU.... DEFEAT!"
His body still smoking from the terrible shocking pain, the energy radiating through his body, the Shogun crashes forwards. Heavy sandal falls echo through the hallways. "JIGOKU!" The masked man yells, jitte swinging out wildly. He may be on his last legs. But he isn't going down without a fight.
If he manages to club Choi, slash after slash would be included. He wouldn't slow down. "SCRAPE!"
Before launching him with one more powerful swing. BUT.. is that enough!?
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Katana's Jigoku Scrape.
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Choi 0/-------/---====|=======\=------\1 Katana
Katana is many things. Powerful. Dedicated. Loyal. Some sort of leadership figure. A support of multiculturalism. And a love of some arts.
Wise isn't one of those traits, it seems.
The Shogun is rewarded for his blind charge into a cyclone by being cut, ripped, and finally tossed out. The storm continues for a brief period, well after Choi stops spinning. Yeah, he is smart enough to let the maelstorm go on without him. It keeps him ready to recover from the attack. Already, the sight of all those pretty girls begin to inspire him, breathing in a new life into his body.
But then, he sees that Katana is still standing.
Bringing his claws up, he glares at the much bigger man. "Buddy boy, I really don't get why you think praising Shoguns will win you any favors. The Japanese TORTURED my grandparents." The midget glares. Actually, his grandparents spent most of the Japanese occupation selling toothpicks, and scored millions. But that didn't sound that dramatic, and if there was anything Choi could understand through his drunken haze, it was drama.
When his weird bottle openers raked out to catch the midget, the little man just backflipped. And rolled. And backrollflip again!
He finally plants his feet on the wall of the store, winding back. "I mean, are you even Japanese? I can't tell through your 'stub my toe' accent, frat boy." With that, the midget kicks off the wall, aim to pass over Katana's mask and... deface it.
Deface it with a flyby scratching.
Ruin you mask Katana.
Ruin your beautiful mask.
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Katana with Quick Strike.
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Choi 0/-------/---====|=======\==-----\1 Katana
As Choi rushes towards him, flipping, and then finally striking towards him, aiming to kick off the wall and .. deface it. The Shogun is less than pleased as he actually strikes it.
It is a mistake to have allowed it through at all. AT ALL. The Shogun is less than pleased. But it has been defaced before. The Shogun has dealt with MANY defacers. Choi is not the first. He will not be the last.
"Hahaha.... HAHAHAHAH! I DON'T CARE, YOU WEAK ONE!" The Shogun booms, laughing, as the strike scratches over the mask. It only angers him more. Something that the Shogun is clearly laughing about. Something /quite important/.
"Now .. TODAY... I SHALL FINISH THIS HERE AND NOW!" And how? The Shogun has a simple plan. A simple. Effective. CLEARLY SUCCESS LADEN STRATEGY.
As Choi leaps away, the Shogun attempts to finish something that has gone on long enough. The wounds are mounting. If it goes on any longer, it will be /too late/.
The Shogun will NOT ALLOW SUCH A THING. And it's rather obvious, as he jolts towards Choi. Bellowing. "FOR DOUBTING THE SHOGUN.. YOU SHALL ONLY RECEIVE DEFEAT!" His motions get faster, the Shogun lowering himself as he .. picks up he BENCH. The Shogun, wielding a metal bench, leaps at Choi, swinging it blindly.
"I SHALL REDUCE YOU TO BUT A SHADOW OF YOUR FORMER SELF! PREPARE!"
And then SWING.
The Shogun's might is terrible indeed.
COMBATSYS: Choi interrupts Random Strike from Katana with Geketsu Tsuki.
? Strange Hit! ?
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Choi 0/-------/-======|=======\====---\1 Katana
Choi's facescratch only causes... a scratch in damage. Falling back to the ground in a brisk roll, he perks right up, whirling around to face his samurai foe. Finish this now? The midget was looking more and more distressed. He really didn't like fighting people that much bigger than him. While sneaking by them was easier, all it took was one good hit to take him out...
Just like before.
The midget naturally trembles when the Mad Gear leader lifts up the bench to smash Choi into the ground. The Korean swallows his fear, and vomits up composure. Raising his claws up, he charges right for Katana's knees. The claws catch the bench, and the midget feels himself being shoved underneath the impact. But then, out from the impact. The angle of the bench was off, letting the midget bounce towards Katana...
And drive his claws right into the Shogun's abdomen.
Choi grins as he body pumps in pain. His wounds were beginning to ooze through his gi, but that didn't matter. He managed to slip through the armor... if it actually was armor. The midget half expected the gear to be made from plastic.
In any case, the little man just twists, staying in close range for now.
CHoi grins, and the shogun, already wounded, begins to slump. The abdomen bleeds. The Shogun is getting tired of the fight. The warrior.. tired. Completely tired. He should rest. He really should.
He .. most certainly .. DOES NOT.
But as Choi stays in close, The shogun glances down at him, laughing. The bench dropping from his grip. "Right then .. so .. YOU WISH TO STAY NEAR The SHOGUN!?" It is a loud, yet empty roar. His energy is dwindling. Yet that doesn't mean it's over. The Shogun is a crafty one, and with his final 'action'.. he does not step back. He does not move. All he does .. is take one .. little... inch forwards.
The armored gauntlets, and his body, are drawn towards Choi. And then.
LEAP. Into the air the shogun goes, spinning, backflipping.
Oh. That's why. The Shogun lands, but not on his arms. Or his hands or feet.
He is standing on jitte. "YEAAAAAAAAAAAARH! TENGU....." The little jitte begin to clink against the ground as he intends to RUN CHOI THE HELL OVER, BLADES PULLING HIM FORWARDS AS HE DASHES STRAIGHT AT THE MAN. "WALKIIIIIIING!"
It's like some kind of SPEED DEMON. The Shogun REFUSES TO SLOW DOWN. It's obvious, too, because he is just /ZOOMING AT CHOI/. Those are some nasty blades, too.
COMBATSYS: Katana successfully hits Choi with Tengu Walking.
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Choi 1/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Katana
Stay near the Shogun?
Choi suddenly realizes the problems with this scheme of staying near a crazy Frat Boy.
Such thoughts are wasted, however, since Choi made the mistake of getting twisted in. Unable to wrench free when the giant leaps up, the midget is left at Katana's full mercy when he is finally left free of the large man's body...
And landing on the ground.
And then run over.
Choi becomes a combination of jello, pizza, and sausage. Midget sausage. The most deadly handstand in the known universe leaves Sodom no enemies. The Golden Jitte was all his. There was no way Choi could have survived that.
But wait... what is that... by his nose?
COMBATSYS: Choi takes no action.
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Choi 1/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Katana
COMBATSYS: Choi has reached second wind!
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Choi 1/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Katana
The midget shudders, his jello bones rattling in their fleshy cage. Choi opens a lazy eye, and sees it. The legs. The bathroom. The look of utter disgust and outrage. No woman could share the same look. Choi had suffered through many things under Jiro, but there was one thing that tided him over for the day in and day out abuses.
Hotaru using the toilet
The midget springs the life, letting loose a hoot. A hoot to end all hoots. And through it all, he unleashes a single line.
"HOOOOOOOOOOTAAAAAAAAAARUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
As Choi crashes backwards, the Shogun watches on, laughing! Oh how he laughs. The Shogun is a veritable MASTER of laughter, at the moment. It is a bellowing laugh. And then Choi looks at a specific picture, rising up, back to his feet. The Shogun was .. NOT PLEASED. Infact, one can say the Shogun is anything BUT pleased. There is very little that will allow him to break through the barrier that Choi currently contains. It is trouble-some, this knowledge. THIS BARRIER OF PERVERSION.
But it is one the Shogun must live with.
It is now that he falls backwards, letting himself breath, tuckered out from his assaults. There is a slight chance he still may accomplish what he came here for. By JAPAN he will try.
Taking in these breaths, the Shogun is labored as he moves, looking on, "Ha.. Haha.... Do what you will then .. I ... Am going to have that jitte.. In the end..!" He stresses this, despite his condition.
But BY JAPAN'S BEARD HE SHALL CARRY ON.
Even if he staggers backwards, all while saying it.
COMBATSYS: Katana gains composure.
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Choi 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Katana
Choi rises up again, looking much more feisty than he had ever been in the fight. It could have been the booze, or it could have been the porn. But either way, he had the energy. He had the spirit.
And trust me, you could hear it!
"Buddy Boy!" He calls out, stomping towards the samurai as he took his break. "You will not have this... Jut-Tee? Is it pronounced Jut-Tee? I thought it was Jit. Oh, whatever."
The midget stops, spreading his claws wide. He grinned at Katana, and swiped the air a few times. "It's Claw-bering time!"
The little man charged right for Katana, attempting to rend the sitting Mad Gear once with both claws. But the spirit was burning in him. If he managed to get one strike in... He wouldn't stop. Choi would just keep hacking, slashing, spinning, flipping, kicking, and finally impale the Samurai... unless he could be stopped.
Heaven help the Shogun if the midget could not be stopped.
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Katana with Hou'ou Kyaku.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|=======\====---\1 Katana
The Shogun is struck by the hacking. The slashing. The ripping. THE TEARING. The Shogun is really not enjoying it all. But in the end, the Shogun is burning. BURNING. The BURNING SHOGUN is struck again and again, hit once more, over and over again, slashing, striking, and then being impaled.
Truly, the Shogun is struck again and again and again.
He is basically at defeats door. Choi's last strike goes through his abdomen nicely.
The shogun stares, black holes facing Choi. There is a faint breathing .. before he speaks up.
"Very.. close...." He exclaims.
"BUT NOT THIS TIME!" He jolts forwards, a bit slower than normal, but yet, pretty damn fast. The man erupts forwards. The jitte slamming towards Choi, his claw in his abdomen, as the jitte aim to slam Choi down, towards the ground, and crash him into the earth.
"TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!"
HE BETTER MOVE.
COMBATSYS: Choi blocks Katana's Ten Chuu Satsu.
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Choi 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Katana
The shogun slams his jitte down towards Choi .. and attempts to force him to the ground .. but who knows how he will responds!?
Choi's hacking frenzy ends with the Samurai still standing. He must be a lot tougher than the Korean expected.
The midget wheezed. That last burst of energy really took a lot out of him. He was beginning to feel the pangs of fatigue. Minor, yes. But soon it would begin to build up... to terrible conclusions.
Worse yet, the brute was already snapping out from the weakness. Grabbing Choi easily with his bottle opener, the midget doesn't know what to do. So he just tucks in tight, and brings his arms forward to guard himself from most of the impact.
Surprisingly, it works.
The piledriver's injuries are reduced somewhat. The impalement only breaks some skin as the midget tucked in. The piledrive did the most damage, but the little man was still aware, still conscious. And now, he would react in spades.
As he slipped from the jitte, the midget leapt back from the ground. He wasn't wasting time. Claws forward, he began to spin. Unlike the tornado strikes like before, he was spiking forward like a drill, attempting to charge right into the Shogun's chest. Reaction was everything: Choi was getting the burn out, and only if he ended this match now...
Could he win.
COMBATSYS: Katana counters Houkou Tenkan from Choi with Shiraha Catch.
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Choi 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Katana
This is it folks. The Shogun is dog tired. As Choi is struck, Choi tucks in tight. Guarding himself. THe Shogun cannot continue to charge, with Choi curled up. The body is on the ground. Yet Katana tries. HE TRIES.
Choi slips away, too small to be dragged against the ground as Choi tucks in tight. The Shogun is growing desperate.
As Choi only has a few skin break, Katana's strength began to fade. He was running on fumes. Nothing more.. the Shogun is incapable of continuing. Or, so his body lets him believe. Choi, as he moves, spikes forwards like ad rill.. attempting to charge right towards his chest, attempting to spin, drill.. impale Katana, one last time. The Shogun is easily out-forced as Choi takes his reaction, protecting himself.
.. But as Choi spins, charging.. a drilling midget.
The Shogun of Mad Gear is known, at times, to push himself when he should collapse. He has boasted, many a time, about getting stronger, more dangerous, the weaker he becomes. It seems to lay true.. if only in the act that comes next. The spiraling action of Choi is something he cannot move from. His legs lack the effort to push him out of the way.
His massive hands, gauntlet laden, spread.. and then slap forwards, towards Choi, with some of the last of his strength. At first, Choi spins through the strike. The blades still spiralling.
And then it slowly stops. "It was .. a nice try ... BUT THE SHOGUN ... WILL NEVER....."
He leaps into the air, pulling Choi backwards, and aiming to slam dunk the midget into a trash-can, so conveniently placed nearby. Poor Choi. The Shogun is only doing this for the TWO POINTS, however, if it is a slam dunk.
"SURREEEEEENDEEEEEEEEEEEER! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
The slam-dunk like motion may be painful, to Choi. The Shogun refuses to let go of him until the last moment .. but is this the end of buddy Choi!? The Shogun staggers backwards afterwards, Katana bleeding profusely, clothing ripped and torn.. armor scratched, dented and burned, the body charred here and there.
And the mask, scratched and dented.
"I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU FOR HARMING SUCH A SACRED OBJECT!" He bellows one last time, before falling to a knee. Still up .. but without the energy that he so needs. If Choi can get back up ..
This may be the end of the Shogun.
Choi's spinning strike... is snatched.
And before Choi knows it, he is dunked.
The midget sits there in the trash can, quietly. The can tips over, letting the little man stand up right. He had so much in his face right now. Tampons. Fries. Oh! Fries! The midget chews tiredly on the fries, but the darkness around him... consumes him. He staggers to the left... then to the right. Finally, he just collapses forward, nibbling on the fries.
And Katana happens to be right in front of him.
Yes. What luck.
COMBATSYS: Choi can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Katana with Power Strike.
-* WILD HIT! *-
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As the Shogun defeats Choi, he laughs, looking towards the Midget. Choi is defeated.. but the Shogun pays him not heed. Laughing, he moves to walk away..
The claws, the CHoi, all of it, fall towards Katana.. and he is bowled over, his sandal catching and then the Shogun tumbling forwards.
His body, strained, weak.. cannot continue to move on.. but the jitte is above.
He reaches out.. to touch the jitte. Choi has fallen. Nothing shall stop him.
NOTHING.
His hand, grasping, randomly flailing for the jitte, touches it.
He tries to pull it back to him. He tries to collect the jitte.. toe end the challenge.. and energy fleets from him. The Shogun's grasp goes limp on the weapon, as it's brought closer to him. The man too weak now to continue.
"Hahh.... I shall .. I shall... have this .. p-prize.....This ... prize..."
But his grip loosens.
And Katana....
COMBATSYS: Katana takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Katana can no longer fight.
And collapses. Unable to keep fighting.
The shogun .. has fallen.
Log created on 19:26:19 10/12/2008 by Katana, and last modified on 02:28:47 10/20/2008.