Description: Velcro Rooms - It's not just for kids. What would normally be a reasonably sized room is turned into cramped quarters once Zangief and Birdie are packed into it, leaving Kula and Billy to make due with what space they can find as the whole group contends with the hassles of velcro'y goodness! ( Winners: Kula and Zangief )
The Velcro Room: a simple, twenty foot cube chamber situated at the Museum of Science located near the center of the world famous city of Southtown, Japan. It seems ordinary enough. No windows to break up the walls, and only a single, normal sized door located in one of the sides. The air is circulated, air conditioned to a cool temperature. The illumination is provided by lights in the floor itself, shining up toward the ceiling, creating shadows in the opposite direction one might be used to... unless one were standing on the ceiling, that is.
Normally a room used to pacify and entertain overly energetic kids visiting the museum, it does a far better job of keeping their attention than the real science exhibits throughout the rest of the building. Especially when the kids are equipped in special gear custom made for this room; gear that is covered with the soft half of typical velcro padding. The walls, on the other hand, are covered with the stiff bristles of the other half. With the right gear, practice, effort, and waivers signed, one can actually walk right up the walls and then end up dangling from the ceiling by the abnormally strong variant of the adheisive-like plastic material.
This Saturday, the room is to be used not for the distracting of hyperactive brats but rather to play host to a match between four very well known fighting world combatants. Each fighter will be sent into the room before the door is closed, forming a perfect seam with the walls around it. The two larger participants might find the normal sized doorway their first challenge to deal with, admittedly...
Looking almost the right age to be entertained by just such an elaborate playground is Kula Diamond, already standing in the room on the side opposite the door. Velcro padding has been sewn into her fighting attire - the soles of her feet, elbows, palms and fingers of her gloves, upperback of her leather jacket, knees... It should be enough to give her traction throughout the room in whatever way she decides to put it to use. Her hair is frosty blue, her eyes crimson, and she stands as ready as she's going to be, her arms resting against her sides.
Presently, the youngest combatant's eyes are on the door to wait for her partner's arrival. Reading Zangief's profile in a dossier doesn't entirely give him due credit for his size and muscular physique. This is one of those things one just has to see for themselves!
If there is one thing that Zangief can make. It is an entrance.
Suddenly, the door bursts open. And it is full of muscle and hair. Zangief has done his best to get ready for the fight. But he really has no idea how this is going to work. His body hair is going to make this an uncomfortable experience, is is sure. But maybe he can work it out in the middle of the fight. For now... he has an awesome entrance to make, and he was determined to make it!
The Red Cyclone shoulders his way in through the door, ducking down and shuffling in before he can straighten up properly. Huge, and wearing his usual bright red shorts and boots... and also bright red velcro pads on his feet, elbows and knees, it'd be hard to believe that Zangief could possibly be supported by any mere strips of red material. Even taking into account the amount of body hair on him.
But this is Stick-Meister Brand Velcro. Stickier than its competitors by almost 200 per cent!
Name-dropping aside, the large man stomps over to Kula, looming over her. He had looked up who he was fighting with. Or at least a picture of her, and he hrmphs. "You must be my partner, yes?" He rumbles. "Do not worry. Tonight, we will crush these men with all the fury of Mother Russia."
Some things are fun for all ages, and velcro rooms plus rubber rooms are in that list. Billy took a bit more trouble in this situation, blue denim replaced by blue fuzz; every inch of his standard fighting outfit has those reaching tendrils, and each step taken into the room sounds like bandaids being fiercely ripped from the floor. After navigating his bo staff through, it's revealed to also have heavy felt on each side, doubtless to allow more unique feats for offense and defense. "Hey hey hey." is offered to those present with a leisurely flick of the hand, resting his bo staff upon the ground. "Can't say I expected something like this..." He wrestles with the weapon a moment before it tears free and rests upon a shoulder. It, too, has been reinforced with the fabled Stick-Meister, for maximum combative advantage. The rest of his ensemble is the less prestigious EconoCro.
Zangief is giving a look that's respectfully wary, but Kula recieves one even more so. Billy has no love for the Birdie entering behind, at the tail end of a classic 'Don't get in my way' speech as he marches raspingly to a corner. "I have a proposition..." he offers to the ice queen. Then points up. "They get the floor, we get the ceiling. That way, plenty of room for everyone!" Crouching a moment, he springs backwards, sticking halfway up the wall with his upper shoulders. Bringing up his knees, a second leap sticks the end of his bo staff on the ceiling, which he shimmies up to sit upside down, looking to be more disoriented then expected from his expression...
COMBATSYS: Billy has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Billy has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Kula has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Billy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kula
COMBATSYS: Zangief has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Birdie has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Birdie 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Zangief
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Billy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kula
Birdie just walks in. Bling everywhere, body all in jeans and a denim vest. But it's all velcroed. He enters and what he sees is nothing what he expects. Kula and Zangief? What the hell? Is he a chaos agent again, that would make sense. But he raises his eyes at them, and sorta blinks as his hair catches the top of the door.
"Aw bloody hell you got to be kidding me." Birdie snorts, aiming to pull free but failing miserably. "HEY. HEY! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS." Birdie grunts as he finally grabs the frame and rips his hair out, added only by splinters and pieces of wood. Ducking even further down, Birdie makes his way through the tiny tiny door. It takes all of five minutes to fit through properly.
On the other side, Birdie stares at the so little open space. And velcro walls.
"You gotta be bloody kidding me. Is that why we're wearin' this shit?" Birdie asks, staring up at Billy on the cieling. "Ah bloody hell, I'm with what crowd?" Birdie snorts.
And then he begins to climb up the wall, mumbling. Why, because if he's with Billy, he ain't waiting for Billy to watch him get his body broke.
The room is cool enough on its own but the small flurry of ice crystals swirling about the NESTS experiment is a visible indicator of the aura of temperature suppression present around the unusual teenaged looking fighter. Zangief smashes his way into the room, making it seem suddenly a lot more cramped even though there's plenty of room to manuever. He steps up to her with thundering steps, learning to cope with the velcro she's already taken time to aquaint herself with.
A fraction of his size, Kula doesn't seem intimidated by the Russian's presence, merely glancing up at him quietly as he addresses her, "I am your partner. But I did not bring any Russian fury with me." She gives him a smile that seems just a little off, "You seem to have enough for the both of us though." Her attention turns to the world famous staff user, Billy Kane, as he makes his entrance to see what his boss's people have in mind for him this week. Entering SNFs always presents one with risks like having to deal with crazy rooms such as this!
He makes his way toward the wall after having gotten her attention verbally. "There's plenty of ro-" she starts to reply, not really convinced that taking to the ceiling is necessary even /with/ Zangief's significant, ah, presence taking up a lot of space. That's when Birdie's hair enters. Or, rather, doesn't. Because it's stuck. The wirey fighter stares as a second exceptionally large individual makes his way into the room.
"On second thought..." She springs backward, feet and palms pressing against the wall for a brief moment before she kicks off, prying herself of that adhesive velcro in order to flip up and plant her feet against the ceiling, positioning herself upside down. Her long hair dangles down beneath her as she turns to face Billy, requiring two transition steps to do so. She tests the grip of her feet a little in order to calibrate how much force will be required to break free and move with speed.
And then she puts that speed to use. A shimmering white glow of chi flares over her right fist as the young fighter darts forward, reaching out, attempting to bat his staff such that one of the velcro ends sticks against the ceiling... The real attack isn't from her hand, however, but her left foot, prying free from the velcro ceiling with that famous ripping sound, before swinging in for Billy's ribs, attempting to slip in before his staff can be moved to defend himself. A glint of sharp ice can be seen just before her insulated boot would reach his side - a hint of the razor edged ice accompanying the attack!
Zangief laughs loudly at Kula's response. "Very good! Yes! Do not worry. I have more than enough for everyone!" He declares, nodding to himself. This was going to be an interesting fight, and as his opponents enter, the huge russian takes them both in. Focusing, primarily, on Birdie. Not the little girly man with the cane, but the large bruiser. Oh yes. Now that looked more like the kind of opponent he could really get his teeth into!
And as Kula leaps at Billy, it seems the decision is made! Fantastic! Zangief is smiling like a true predator as he stomps closer to Birdie, "YOU!" He bellows, "DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME!" The large russian stomps himself to a standstill, still on the floor, he thumps one meaty fist into the palm of his hand. "Come on! You think you have what it takes to go up against the Red Cyclone?! All the fancy hair in the world isn't going to save you from -me-, Bird-man. Come over here and see how a REAL man fights!"
COMBATSYS: Zangief gathers his will.
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Birdie 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Zangief
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Billy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kula
COMBATSYS: Billy dodges Kula's Medium Kick.
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Birdie 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Zangief
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Billy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kula
"Don't listen to her." Billy calls out towards Zangief, thumbing at his nose a bit with something of a smirk. "She's got all the chill of Siberian winters running through her veins." He remains thusly clinging, before seeing Birdie begin clamboring up as well. "Get down and fight the Russian!" This is assuredly an order, although he makes no effort at the moment to enforce it. Billy similarly stands 'up', as it were, and the intensive velcro on his boots allow him to remain standing with one foot. Good, but he can't jump or roll. That will be bothersome. What he does do, however, is pull himself free. "Too slow!" he states wryly, snapping up the end of his staff and catching the tip on the ceiling. Yanking himself up hard, his own foot lashes out in an attempt to belt Kula rather hard in the stomach, trying to push her off balance, or at least to collapse upon the meat factory squishing around below. Thereafter he quickly positions himself in an inverted crowd, smirking in the NEST girls' direction. He's light hearted enough to have fun with this, at least... for now!
Birdie looks about as he finally reaches the cieling. It took him forever to climb. Forever and a half, and now, as he breathes heavily and looks down towards Zangief as he shouts up at Birdie, Birdie doesn't even move at first. He just hangs there against the wall of velcro, breathing heavily. "Look, bloody hell I just finished climbing up here." Birdie announces with a snort. "I ain't comin'"
And then Birdie's told to go after him. Not an if or want to thing. It's basically a flat out 'kill him'.
Well, okay, if that's how it's going to be. Birdie can't really complain about that. And he doesn't.
"ALRIGHT. ALRIGHT. BLOODY HELL." Birdie sneers, throwing himself from the wall, and right down towards Zangief, Birdie follows his nose!
It never lies, doncha' know. Well, he follows his head. Ripping himself off the velco, head first towards Zangief.
COMBATSYS: Kula blocks Billy's Light Kick.
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Birdie 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Zangief
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Billy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kula
Her ice bladed foot snaps out but Billy saw through her opening ploy to distract his guard. Her right foot, rooted as it is on the ceiling, keeps her balanced enough to pull her foot back before she over commits herself to the point of not being able to defend, however.
As his foot swings in, she brings her left arm up, intersecting it with the leather-covered sleeve of her violet jacket, a soft grunt escaping her lips in the form of visible vapor as she draws back just a little. Too slow, he declares, and the girl's right eye narrows just slightly, her patience always menaced when dealing with taunts regarding the abilities she's so proud of.
Taking a step back, she brings her right hand to her mouth, palm up, fingers toward Billy, "Faster then." she declares, a shimmer of white passing over her figure from her toes on 'up'. At the same time she exhales, the energy courses along her arm into her right palm, powering that simple breath with gale-like force. Ice, sleet, needle-sized crystals, and razor-edged rings of frozen matter are all sent flying at Billy like a miniture storm. For now, she doesn't worry about Zangief. He can handle himself!
COMBATSYS: Zangief endures Birdie's Bull Horn Final.
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Birdie 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Zangief
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Billy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kula
Zangief steps forward as Birdie comes at him. The large man isn't too intimidated. Sure, he'd watched that hair rip lumps out of the door frame. But what did he need to worry? No, just focus on your own moves, and everything else... would come into place. Treating Birdie rather like a charging bear, Zangief steps into the attack, and -grunts- as it rips across his chest. He /felt/ that! And it brings a new light of respect into the large Russian's eyes.
"Oof! Very good Comrade!" He growls, but... he doesn't... stop moving forward. Quite the opposite, in fact. His hands reach out to grab Birdie by the waist, is he can manage that, he will swing the man up, and put his head between his legs. Should that succeed, he will continue- "But not enough to stop the Red Cyclone!"
Before /launching/ himself into the air, defying gravity to dare to match itself against his mighty Russian muscles. If he can get that hold, he'll spin around, and drive Birdie- pointy, nasty, sharp ripping hair and all- into the ground with as much force as he can hope to muster.
COMBATSYS: Zangief successfully hits Birdie with Screw Piledriver.
- Power hit! -
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Birdie 1/---====/=======|=======\-------\1 Zangief
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Billy 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kula
Birdie?! Experience pain!?
Well it's more likely than you think. Thrust into the ground like a screwdriver after Zangief grabs ahold of him, Birdie's hefted into the air before brought down upon the ground like some weird sort of giant black meteor. Now the hair only makes this worse, cause his head just pivots MORE. And when you try to throw yourself into it, well, it hurts just a smidgen.
Birdie looks up after he's driven mightly into the ground, sitting up slowly.
"Ugh... bloody hell, go on a diet." Birdie grunts, getting up slowly but surely. Right now, he just looks towards Zangief. Already, he's pretty big. Birdie really isn't used to fighting some one like himself. It shows.
"I'm still gonna mak sure you know who the hell you're dealing with!" Birdie snorts, thrusting himself once more towards Zangief in an attempt to grab a hold of Zangief, any of Zangief, and just throw him against the velco wall with an immense strength behind it.
COMBATSYS: Kula successfully hits Billy with Diamond Breath.
- Power hit! -
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Birdie 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Zangief
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Billy 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Kula
"Hey, that's cheating!!" Billy comments, sounding more agitated then anything else. One segment of his staff is yanked free, beginning to flare with a hopefully alleviating heat before the rush of cold hits his shoulder, spreading with a violent shiver and deeper curse. A somewhat meaningless flail comes thereafter, his warm rod forgotten for the time being. A glance is given to see Birdie fared little better in the opening barrage. Well, she happens to be in the perfect position for one of his better tricks... Suddenly he drops down to land in a crouch, and then lashes up with his weapon. It breaks into three pieces, the tip attempt to slam her in the chest with violent force. A moment later he retracts it, bending almost double before vaulting straight up from the floor and once more attaching himself like some manner of algae sucking fish to the roof. He still has shimmers of cold air following behind; and he'll likely be numb for the rest of the battle...
COMBATSYS: Billy successfully hits Kula with Sparrow Drop.
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Birdie 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Zangief
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Billy 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Kula
Lowering her hand from her mouth, Kula clenches the now ice encrusted glove, sending flakes of frozen water cascading down on the two much larger combatants down below. Combat profiles and passive NESTS scripted algorithms continue to try and make sense of Billy, hoping to pick apart his techniques before it's too late for her to fight any longer.
Her attack connected and now she prepares for retaliation, arm coming up in front of her to a readied, defensive position. But when he slams his staff out, her eyes widen slightly, the girl caught by surprise as she tries to step sideways and avoid the strike all together. It proves too difficult to read the true reach of the extending weapon, however, and young Diamond gets struck squarely, provoking a pained gasp as she stumbles back a couple of steps. She would have lost even more ground but for the velcro insisting her feet don't slide no matter how bad the hit.
The exchange of mighty blows down below goes unnoticed by her for a moment - against an opponent of Billy's caliber, letting her focus wander only adds further distractions which have no bearing on trying to cope with his capabilities. Her left hand comes up, rubbing at her breastbone slightly, staring back at the Southtown Syndicate lieutenant, filing away the threat that is the power behind that staff of his. "There's no cheating in here," she replies softly. "Only whatever each of us can do, that's all."
She decides to retaliate with one of her more leathal attacks, drawing her right hand back, left hand forward, fingers splayed as she pauses for a brief moment. Another charge of brilliant white encompasses her right fist, this time congealing into a sphere of translucent ice. Teeth gritting, Kula springs forward out of her stance, her right arm swinging toward Billy from over a yard away.
From the half of the sphere facing him, three spikes of sharp, lancing ice shoot out, each attempting to impale the man through the torso. They vary in length, but each one is remarkably sharp. The young engineered killer is going for a leathal strike this time, not hesitating in the slightest to use the best she has in dealing with the capable opponent.
COMBATSYS: Zangief blocks Birdie's Medium Throw.
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Birdie 1/---====/=======|=======\-------\1 Zangief
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Billy 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Kula
This time, Zangief has learned his lesson. He has no intention of letting Birdie get another solid hit on him. He was still aching from the last one! When he is thrown, he rolls with the momentum of the blow, and when he comes up, leaving a large hunk of body hair torn off his back onto the wall of the room, he is grinning like a true lunatic. "Ah, Comrade. You are not bad! But here is your failure. You are fighting the Red Cyclone! Let me show you why they call me that!"
Suddenly, he's surging forwards, and this time, his arms are stretched out wide. He brings them forwards quickly, and aims to crush the large man to his body. If he can embrace Birdie... he'll follow up with what is, possibly, the most disturbing possible reaction in this position.
He will start biting and gnawing at Birdie's neck, teeth gnashing and ripping eagerly. You have to hand it to Zangief- he really has this demoralizing thing down.
COMBATSYS: Birdie endures Zangief's Kamitsuki.
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Billy 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Kula
Biting Birdie?! What is this, alliteration station!?
But it doesn't matter, Birdie doesn't get Zangief anywhere. The strike goes awry. Birdie finds out that Zangief is a monolith, unmoved by literally any matter of success. But it does not matter to Birdie. Oh no, he has plans elsewhere! Even as Zangief aims to bite Birdie into pieces.
Birdie aims to grab a hold of Zangief. Grab a hold and keep him close. He's not going to play nice today, no, that's not what Birdie does. He's going to play hard. Even as Zangief chows down on his neck, Birdie holds himself close, fighting the man's powerful nashing teeth.
"You think I give a shit what they call you, bloke?" Birdie snorts, "You know what they call me?!" Birdie asks.
And before he even is able to respond, Birdie attempts to give Zangief a little ove. By a series of headbutts, over and over again, aimed at giving Zangief one hell of a bad headache.
And something else...
COMBATSYS: Zangief blocks Birdie's Bull Revenger.
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Billy 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Kula
COMBATSYS: Billy fails to interrupt Critical Ice from Kula with Whirlwind Cane.
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Birdie 0/-------/---====|=======\==-----\1 Zangief
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Billy 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Kula
Let the mountains of meat grind together and form great new ranges upon the earth. Billy doesn't much care! They are below him, which goes to show the true menace of a tiny girl. He looks to be somewhat complacent about the exchanged blows thus far, and this ends up biting him in the foot. He's seen Kula many times, but his firsthand experience is minimal... although it's a delightful lesson, by al accounts. One hand slams into the ceiling, and he dangles while revving up his bo staff with a snarl, rearing back and beginning to lash it out towards Kula. But her own ice has better range; it seems both have to feel out the other's capabilities, although as he hurls backwards, blood droplets streaming from tattered velcro, he thinks he got the worst of it. He lands heavily a few meters from Zangief and Birdie, but doesn't bounce. Just a SCHLIP of his jostled form. "...ow." he offers, quite helpfully. This isn't going very well in the slightest now...
Kula slips her hand free of the sphere surrounding it, causing the entire construct to shatter and rain down toward the floor of the room. That was a close call - a trade of attacks, her range coming out just a bit ahead, sparing her painful retaliation. But now Billy is down on the floor where Zangief and Birdie are exchaning remarkably destructive blows. It's cramped quarters down there and Kula is reluctant to jump into the middle of it.
Moving deliberately over to the corner, she steps onto the side wall, using one velcro covered palm against the wall to keep her upright as she descends a little ways, keeping an eye on Zangief and Birdie now that she has a moment's reprieve. It seems the two are a menacing match for each other thus far, given a cursory inspection of their condition. "Mister Zangief," she speaks up, "I trust that the Fury of Mother Russia can do even better than that, yes?"
She doesn't want to have to deal with Birdie if she can help it. Billy is focused on again, however, and after a moment, the wall-clinging Kula kicks off, giving herself a sharp angled drop toward the staff wielder - right foot first, gunning to drive a small spike of ice that extends from her heel into his shoulder.
Zangief would answer Kula promptly. Unfortunately, he is slightly distracted by the fact that Birdie is making a spirited attempt to /headbutt his face in/. The first two blows strike home, until the large russian grunts and manages to cover his face with his arms, the strong forehead of his adversary smashes against his arms several times, and he grits his teeth, obvious frustration building in him. "DO NOT WORRY ABOUT ME!" Zangief roars, as he lunges forwards yet again, "This man... is no match for the awesome power of MOTHER RUSSIA!"
To prove his point, he aims to grab the large man around the midsection, lift him up into the air, and /SQUEEZE/ with all his might. This is likely a strange experience for Birdie, should it succeed, but definitely not a pleasant one... as Zangief aims to literally squeeze and crush the air out of his enemies lungs.
COMBATSYS: Birdie fails to interrupt Stomach Claw from Zangief with Murderer Chain.
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Billy 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Kula
Zangief comes towards Birdie with a hand, aiming to squeeze and crush Birdie?! Oh no, Birdie knows only one thing! And he attempts it too. As Birdie is aimed to grasp, even after he's let go from the two headbutts, Birdie attempts to grab a hold of Zangief's hand.
But he's unable! Instead, Birdie is simply grasped, and from there, squeezed terribly, causing Birdie to be unable to grab a hold of his arm, and instead lose a lot of will all at once.
"Bloody HELL... you and you're damned Russia! I don't care about your friggen Russia, bloke!Just fight me!" Birdie snorts, scattering upon the ground, aiming to collect himself.
COMBATSYS: Kula successfully hits Billy with Light Kick.
- Power hit! -
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Billy attempts to interpose his staff before the ice sheathed kick, but Kula is slippery. Literally! It glances off and slams right into his face for the trouble, sending him staggering backwards to partially fall, catching himself with a free hand. Distracted, the first attempt to stand upright fails to free him, before a grunt and heavier tear. Now he's obviously annoyed! The game portion has ceased for him, and he spreads his stance, tearing through the resistance of the velcro while pumping his bo staff around, whirling. Heat begins to build up, and the floor starts to melt. Sparks fly, the air warbles, and he glances up to sneer towards Kula openly. "K's not the only one who can summon fire..." he mulls, gesturing in a swathe of flame. "Let's see just how well you can handle me when I pull out my big guns!" He does seem earnestly curious about this... Ice, to him, seems that it would be WEAK to heat...
COMBATSYS: Billy gathers his will.
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Billy 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Kula
Her painful kick delivered, Kula slams down with her other foot to give her a chance to spring back and land in the far back corner, staying out of the way of the collisions of physical mayhem going on between Zangief and Birdie. She doesn't charge right back at Billy right way, judging him to too experienced for her to try and slip in a follow up attack before he can recover himself. Any fighter that's been around as long as he should be able to be dangerous in such a situation even with the chips being down for him.
The experimental fighter hunkers down for a moment, catching her breath, thinking through her next course of action carefully. The whisps of heated energy are observed silently as the staff wielder threatens to turn up the temperature in the cramped quarters a little. "You know K'?" she asks, sounding surprised that not only is he aware of the rouge NESTS escapee but he also seems to know of her ties with the bitter recluse.
Her right hand tightens into a small fist, a second pulse of brilliant white energy coursing over her glove, "Fire is treacherous. Shouldn't trust it," Kula states softly before darting forward, braving the heat of Billy's power to deliver a two-fold attack. She ducks low, attempting to slip around his staff to the right, her right hand snapping out a knuckled, chi-infused punch in the process...
The second threat comes from behind Billy's upper back. A spike of ice forced into existence by Kula's frigid power, her left hand flicking at the wrist just long enough to create it and then bring it slamming forward, aiming to paint a slash of red across Billy's back from an angle that is hard to defend from.
Oooooh dear. Birdie really shouldn't have said that. Not if he doesn't like massively enraged Russian mountains of muscle, anyway. Zangief's face is a mask of pure rage. He looms over the thug like some kind of terrifying Russian demon, bearded features contorted with absolute fury. His hands ball into fists at his sides, and he crashes forwards with the kind of determination which says that nothing that got between him and Birdie could save the other man now. "GET UP!" Zangief roars, one huge red shiny boot lashing out to try and slam heavily into the side of his enemy- for really, that is exactly what Birdie has labeled himself as now- and pick him up onto his feet.
"GET UP SO THAT I CAN KNOCK YOU DOWN AGAIN!" He bellows, the Red Cyclone is truly enraged, his muscles tensed and angry. How dare he! He'd break this man into pieces for daring to suggest that he could fight separate from his love for his glorious nation.
COMBATSYS: Birdie endures Zangief's Light Kick.
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Billy 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Kula
There is a saying. When one can get out of the way, why would you put yourself in it?!
Well, Birdie doesn't really respond well to that sort of thing you see. He just sees Zangief thrusting his feet out as he gets up, and he finds out, really quickly, that Zangief just slams him so hard that he's almost driven backwards.
But that's what you get when you piss off Zangief, pure rage ripping through the man that only wears a large speedo like rip off and wrestles bears. And now he's aiming to not just beat up Birdie, but humiliate him.
And Birdie's thrust back, but thanks to the Velcro, Birdie doesn't fall, he stands. Well, is forced to stand. Bleeding even as the boot lifts, Birdie aims his own terrible monsterous boot, proper and all screwed up from constant use, right towards Zangief's chest.
In hopes to drive him back and mess up his hair?!
"You bloody bastard, I ain't goin' down yet!"
COMBATSYS: Billy blocks Kula's Behind Slash.
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Birdie 0/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Zangief
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Billy 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Kula
Indeed, Billy is not the kind of person to lose heart merely because he's been backed into a corner. He concentrates the chi, swirling it inwards before it billows out, the excess allowed to curl more of the foul smelling plastic. One foot slides backwards, still hampered now instead by sticky plastic. He can never win in that regard within this damnable room. "I know K' a lot better then you might think." he offers, matter of factly. "I beat him half to death now and then, when I'm bored..." There's absolutely no sign of this being a lie, although the particulars are obviously not hinted at. "I prefer to think of fire as precocious..." He spirals around, the first chi infused punch grazing his chest. His free hand whirls around, catching Kula by the wrist. Only a few inches of angry red mark up his back, as he pulls away and releases; the vantage point barely able to manage that much. He lets out a growl, lunging backwards and allowing his staff to fire in a serpentine manner, rasp of chain and gout of fire heralding potential pain were it to connect cleanly with Kula's stomach, cackling madly as he then attempts to return it to his hand with a sharp yank.
COMBATSYS: Kula reflects Blazing Cane Thrust from Billy with Counter Shell.
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Birdie 0/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Zangief
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Billy 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Kula
Billy's responses about how familiar he is with K' seem to surprise the typically quiet girl, but not enough to halt her attack. She swings, and draws that second blade of ice from the air intending to skewer him from behind, but his defenses prove too solid for her to slip the speedy attack past him. Forced to retreat lest she stay within painful striking range of his now flame infused weapon, Kula pries her feet free from the floor and hops back two yards.
"Does that make you his friend?" she asks. The last person who seemed like he might be K''s friend was Shenwoo, and all they seemed to know what to do was beat each other up too. K''s inventory of associates has always struck her as a strange one. But Billy isn't going to let her ditch him so easily, putting the flexible nature of his variable weapon to use, sending it slamming out with crushing force.
She has, however, been equipped with techniques for warding off flames, intended to be the perfect counter to NESTS big 'mistake', and she puts one of those options to use now as she waves her left hand through the air, leaving a field of tightly concentrated ice particles in the wake of her arm. Just as Billy's staff collides with it, Kula kicks into the field of ice, causing it to explode back out toward the staff user, driving his unhinged weapon and the fire that encased it back at him with fearsome speed.
Kula crouches for a moment, then simply leaps backward, deciding to act as a fly upon the wall for the next moment as she attempts to determine her smartest move.
COMBATSYS: Zangief interrupts Strong Kick from Birdie with Banishing Flat.
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Birdie 1/----===/=======|=======\=====--\1 Zangief
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Billy 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Kula
Zangief's response is likely not one which Birdie saw coming. The large man growls, and as the kick comes in, he clenches one meaty fist. Spinning, to help gain momentum before the blow, Zangief's fist glows bright with energy, and he strikes out as the kick comes in at him. Birdie's foot thuds into his tensed stomach, and that glowing back-hand strikes directly in his opponents face with surprising force.
"No. -NOW- you stay down, yes Comrade?" The large bear-wrestling raging Russian rumbles.
Birdie?! Stay down?! Yeah, this time he's pretty out.
But that doesn't stop Birdie from getting driven into the ground with Zangief's strike. Well, it hurts. To say very little of it, and he's crushed. Crushed so hard as Birdie is thrust by the powerful physical hand that strikes into his chest. BUT HE IS NOT DONE!
Well, physically.
Running on raw momentum, Birdie thrusts himself forward, aiming to thrust his head forward as if it was a hammer, and peck the hell out of Zangief. Over and over and over again. Before falling towards the floor, beaten, bruised, and pretty badly beat, too!
COMBATSYS: Birdie can no longer fight.
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Billy 1/-----==/=======|=======\=====--\1 Zangief
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COMBATSYS: Kula successfully hits Billy with Reflected Blazing Cane Thrust.
# Disabling hit! #
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Billy 1/---====/=======|=======\=====--\1 Zangief
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Okay, Billy hadn't expected that. His weapon was yanked towards himself, and he gets pelted right in the eye for his trouble, waft of flame further disorienting him as he crashes backwards, hitting a wall and not sliding down due to the glory of Stick-Tek. "Grrrgh..." is conversed eloquently, seeing through the corner of his eye that Birdie is down. And he dares to call himself British!! Folding over that fast, he'd guess French! But it seems that the chips are up for everyone's favorite bo staff wielder, although he doesn't intend to do such without a fight. "Alright... I'll give you a taste of my real fire." he offers. His weapon begins to spin in a fantastic speed, and once more that melting heat dances around him, sparks fluttering like a thousand miniscule fireflies. Suddenly both ends erupt into flame, and he grits his teeth while twisting back. A pinwheel of scalding fire dances where his staff once did. "GO TO HELL!!" he roars. She probably would pick out that he didn't answer her question. Swinging the staff, a massive ball of fire surges forth, leaving blackened and melted plastic in it's wake. Aiming to encapsulate the hapless Kula and blow her backwards! He'll go down kicking and screaming!
COMBATSYS: Kula blocks Billy's Blazing Whirlwind Cane.
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Billy 0/-------/----===|=======\=====--\1 Zangief
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While the room started out circulating with crisp, clean air, it's now turned into a hellhole of melting plastic and steaming vapor leftover from Kula's attacks. Swealtering, suffocating, the elements are most definitely not playing nice with the fighters now. Billy spins up his weapon to blurringly fast speeds, converting the flame into a sweeping swath from which there isn't easy escape.
There is one more solution the girl has for dealing with raging infernos, however, and as Kula drops back down to the floor, she puts that option into action, curling up a little as she folds her arms in against her chest, leans forward slightly, bowing her head, and takes in a deep breath. It starts as as a shimmer of white before solidifying into a casing of thick ice covering her entire body.
Thick enough to weather the flames, though it's melting in places as a result of the blastwave. But that sudden surge of energy isn't merely for defense as Kula moves beneath the icy barrier. The shield shatters and as she stands up straight, she extends her hands, sending the entirety of it exploding back at Billy, intending to drive him against the wall with a fearsome amount of power. "You need to cool off," she declares calmly, "Not paying attention has cost you this match."
COMBATSYS: Zangief interrupts The Birdie from Birdie with Fast Throw.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Billy 0/-------/----===|=======\=======\1 Zangief
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Birdie catches Zangief entirely by surprise. Crazy man coming at him like some kind of insane chicken. The attack pokes him right in the eye, and it gets a roar of angry rage from the (even angrier) Russian. One meaty hand grabs Birdie by the shoulder, the other by the leg, and Zangief gives a mighty swing, hurling the huge thug right at... Billy!
It's somewhat artist, really.
Watch how he tumbles through the air, slowly.
Like an ungraceful, spiky-haired missile.
COMBATSYS: Kula successfully hits Billy with Diamond Shell.
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Billy 0/-------/-======|=======\=======\1 Zangief
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Well, Billy was already on the verge of falling over. This process has been neatly sped up by Kula, who's proven herself more then a match for his brimstone bo staff! A more interesting fighter then the press would of hinted... An attempt to slough himself sideways fails, and he's slammed into the wall, hard enough to actually tear free and land on the ground awkwardly, torso partially propped up with his staff. "Ouch..." he hisses out. "That line, I mean. Cool off. You should be ashamed." He does manage to pull himself off, glancing around the small room. Kula he will doubtfully be able to dent, but there's a chance of at least evening the odds... He begins to advance, slowly starting to spiral his staff. But suddenly detours towards Zangief at the last moment, skidding one foot hesitatingly forward. And attempting a vicious rotorblade uppercut of his staff, trying to knock him skyward until the Russian sticks to the ceiling -- before unleashing a brutal detonation of fire to blow him away. Down, down Billy falls, landing with a dull thud on his back, obviously no longer in fighting form!
COMBATSYS: Billy can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Zangief interrupts Red Lotus Requiem from Billy with Aerial Russian Slam.
- Power hit! -
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Zangief suddenly finds himself flying up through the air. He's confused about how he got here. It was like, one moment he was straightening up and getting ready to see about the rest of the fight... and then suddenly some crazy staff-wielding maniac has slammed him up into the air, and the miracle of velcro has stuck him fast to the ceiling. This is most perplexing to a mighty Russian bear-wrestler, and the ache at the back of his head really doesn't help matters at all.
And then suddenly there's fire rushing up towards him! WELL! Zangief is not one to let mere FIRE get in the way of his awesome strength!
"FOR THE MOTHERLAND!"
And with that, he rips himself free, plummeting from the ceiling with his arms and legs splayed out wide. Sure, Billy might already -be- unconscious.
Now, he is unconscious with half a ton of slightly singed Zangief pinning him to the floor.
Log created on 19:03:06 11/08/2008 by Kula, and last modified on 12:28:25 11/10/2008.