Description: Team Vehemence and Team Armory face off against one another in the dark, dank dungeons beneath Castle Strolheim. With all the fighters starting at different spots, Hayato and Vega are the first to run into each other, while Ichiro and Roland find one another and then are quickly found by Vice. In both cases beatings commence, and then the victors go on the prowl for whoever else is still down in the dark... (Winners: Team Vehemence)
Darkness. Dankness. Strolheim's 'dungeons' are certainly not the best places in the world to end up in, but at least this time, all that have shown up here are invited guests and not uninvited prisoners. The musty smell of mildew and general rot lingers in the air, and the lack of light casts crazy shadows here, there and everywhere.
Vega enjoys this place.
It's something amazing to see - and certainly well-enjoyed. The negative emotions of years of use make this dungeon feel like a well-used set of clothes for the Lord of Shadaloo. Comfortable, relaxing - and just with that tinge of despair that causes his eyes to gleam in eager anticipation. He's gone down here without his teammate - his interest in actually /working/ with her is certainly lacking, intent on proving to himself and to Strolheim's master that he is more than capable of doing whatever he chooses to without any 'aid'. If it were not one of Rugal's minions, there might be a difference - a Doll, he would have allowed to join him here. Vice? Pft.
So instead, he waits. Deep within the dungeon, he stalks about, purple and black psychic powers wrapped 'round his hands. Woe betide they who find him and challenge him to battle. Here, he's in his element - here, he's prepared for whatever happens, whoever he'll face.
COMBATSYS: Vega has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Vice has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Hayato has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Hayato
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Vega 0/-------/-------|
Hayato is rather less in his element down here in the dark. Although, if you ignore the bars and the manacles, well, it's not /that/ different from some equipment storage rooms he's been in. Rather larger, though. He was led down in here and is kind of lost at this point. Now, will he find one of his partners first, or one of his enemies? Or maybe the exit? Not that he can just /leave/, of course. The teacher strolls slowly through the dank tunnels, glancing about warily. And then, eventually, he hears someone moving about.
It's hard to tell how far away they are, but it definitely sounds like someone larger than either of the students who are on Hayato's side. He brings his shinai to bear as he continues down the hall, trying to place the sound softly echoing through the chambers. Of course, whoever it is that's out there can certainly hear /him/, too. The question is, will either one of them manage to end up with surprise on their side?
Noise. Sound. Motion. Someone has decided to join Vega down below, and in that moment, a decision is made. Whoever it is, they'll feel the touch of his fist. It's not even a thought that the person stalking around could be Vice - and if it were and he'd hit her, it would serve her right. After all, he had been pretty specific about his distaste for her. Eventually he might warm to her nihilistic aggressive ways, but at the moment there's nothing there but a relative dislike.
Vega isn't quite sure who he's fighting until he's almost upon the other fighter, a shuffle-step of his feet signaling his approach, and then a motion of his hand that throws psycho power towards the wall. It splashes against the gutted out torches, igniting them into dull red and orange life. The light brought out shows Vega his opponent, and in a brief second, he allows himself a smile. "Good.. evening. And good night!" With that, he aims a punch at Hayato's temple, a swinging swipe imbued with the power of his mighty will. He's playing this clcose to his vest, now - not giving an overly large opening for retaliation.
COMBATSYS: Hayato blocks Vega's Medium Punch.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Hayato
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Lucky for Hayato that Vega didn't decide to skip introductions. It gives him just enough time to bring an arm up into a defensive position, since he didn't even get a chance to /see/ Vega before the dictator lashes out. The psycho powered fist slams into Hayato's guard, rocking him back for a moment but not breaking through. The teacher quickly spins about so that he's facing Vega and quickly glances about. No sign of Vice, so that's good. "Well..." Hayato grins, tightening his grip on his shinai. "Suppose it's for the best that I'm the one who met you first, rather than the kids." How does Hayato know that? Well, they haven't been down here for too long yet... and Vega doesn't have blood on him.
That's about all Hayato has to say to Vega, though. Sure, the teacher is a friendly sort, but he knows what he's dealing with. He lunges toward the dictator, his shinai raised up high. He slashes down toward the base of Vega's neck, then follows it up by two quick slashes across Vega's chest before finishing it off with an attempt to slam the length of the bamboo blade into Vega's face.
COMBATSYS: Vega dodges Hayato's Scolding Slash.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Hayato
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"I'm certain that they're being well-kept." Vega's grin grows wider, a true predator's glare. Shark-like, teeth clenched tight as he focuses his energy on what is to come, already pulling his hand back and rechambering. He understands that silence for what it is, and ponders trying to dig into the psyche, to try and find weak points - but really, silence for now suits him quite well as well. The only other sound he makes is a quick exhalation as he throws himself to the side, the slice to his neck taking his cape off, the other two passing nearby, but ineffectual.
There's a brief nod, an acknowledgement of the power inheret in the man's strike, even as Vega tries to place him through the fighters he's dealt with before. When he does, Vega becomes more cagy, starting to circle on the rough stone instead of facing the man head-on.
He slides left, and then brings his body in-line with Hayato's side. He reaches out, trying to grab Hayato. If he can, he'll pick the man up and bodily throw him against one of the nearby stone walls. He'd normally say something pithy, demeaning.. But he's not pith'd off enough yet!
COMBATSYS: Vega successfully hits Hayato with Psycho Fall.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Hayato
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Vega 0/-------/------=|
Hayato watches Vega's slide, then leaps away as the dictator gets in close... but not quickly enough. He just has time to realize he's been snagged before he's suddenly flying backwards, then hitting the wall with enough force to send cracks spidering through the stonework and chipped off pieces falling to the floor as Hayato collapses to his knees with a grunt of pain. Taking a deep breath he slams both of his fists into the floor hard enough to make the bits of rubble jump, then rises back to his feet with fiery orange chi radiating off of him.
The teacher is still grinning, but he looks far from happy. "Yeah, you're powerful, but that doesn't mean you're unstoppable. And I'm not gonna give up until you get exactly what you deserve!" His voice rises as he speaks, and maybe somebody else in the dungeon might hear the echo of his shout, and the energy around him flares up even further.
COMBATSYS: Hayato gathers his will.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|=======\=------\1 Hayato
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Slowly, he stalks Hayato as the man returns to his feet. The defiant stare, the wordsd of challenge - Vega has heard them all before, given by others in an attempt to change and twist their fate at his hands. In the end, things have ended up well enough for him - well enough indeed. This time, Vega is convinced, will be no different.
As Hayato throws down the challenge, Vega's grin slips just a bit - something akin to anger growing on his face. What exactly does he 'deserve'? He offers a clipped phrase to the teacher, his hands coming up to prepare his attack. "What I deserve, I take. This fight will be over quickly, at least." Instead of directly attacking, Vega makes use of the dungeon's environs - reaching out to one of the wrought iron 'barred doors' and ripping it free from its moorings. He moves smoothly, turning and twisting as he throws it towards Hayato, following in directly behind, preparing himself more for what comes after, instead of the attack at this direct instant.
COMBATSYS: Hayato endures Vega's Large Thrown Object.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|=======\====---\1 Hayato
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Vega 0/-------/-----==|
A door? Ha, a little door isn't going to stop Hayato! Well... okay, it's actually kind of a big door. But Hayato charges right toward it, ramming right into the door with enough force to leave a Hayato sized dent in the barred door which falls aside as he continues to run. That's going to hurt in a few moments once he actually gets a chance to think about it, but for now? For now Vega's right there in front of him. With fire in his eyes the teacher lunges at Vega... with fire in his fist, too. Putting all the strength he can muster behind the blow he attempts to punch Vega in the face hard enough to drive his head right back and into the wall. Maybe /through/ it, if it's a cell wall rather than part of the foundation.
COMBATSYS: Vega blocks Hayato's Burning Cross Counter.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Hayato
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Vega 0/-------/----===|
The original plan was to flip over the door after it knocked Hayato back, to land his giant feet on Hayato's head with a Somersault Skull Crusher, and to knock him down to the stone, stomping him into Strolheim's floor. That plan changes the second that Hayato rushes the door and knocks it aside with his face. Suddenly, there is a fist coming up, wrapped in flame and aimed at his nose. Vega's head twists, and he catches the impact on his chin, bony awesomness blunting some of the impact, though it's still enough to leave Vega knocked to the side, suddenly losing his balance and seeing a few stars. He impacts the wall of the dungeon with a crash, and stone flakes off his back and shoulders as he levers himself upright again.
"Hnn. So strong - I think that you're a fair challenge to test myself on, early in.." Vega recovers his balance and then steps in towards Hayato, to bring his hands up in a defensive motion. He doesn't strike out immedeately, though, biding his time - and then lashing out with a swift kick, brutal and efficent, a straight-on strike aimed at Hayato's gut. Time to give the man a little more pain...
COMBATSYS: Hayato fails to counter Strong Kick from Vega with Counter Thrust.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Hayato
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Once more Hayato lunges right into Vega's assault... and it doesn't work particularly well. He attempts to sidestep the dicator's leg so that he can drive his fist into Vega's face, but his footwork isn't quite up to the task. Hayato doubles over as Vega's foot gets driven into his stomach, and then a moment later he's sent falling backwards by the force of the blow. He collapses to the ground in a pile of rubble before rolling over to his hands and knees and trying to force himself back to his feet. This... this isn't going well at all.
"Get up. I know you have more in you." Vega knows how close that strike came to being too much for him - but he presses the issue all the same. He's seen what he needs to see, and now is ready for whatever comes after this battle. As he brings his leg down, he's already stepping forwards, to try to catch Hayato while he's still down, before he can return himself to his feet.
"You're strong - but distracted. Focus. /I/ am your opponent here!" The words are snarled, Vega's promise to himself to go quiet certainly lost in some bubbling rage-filled situation. He's never quite been good at staying focused himself, and keeping his cool. He takes aim at Hayato's neck, to 'help him up' - and if he can get a solid grip, he'll throw the man upwards - after all, the ceilings should stop him from going /too/ far...
COMBATSYS: Vega successfully hits Hayato with Quick Throw.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Hayato
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Hayato's trying to get up, really! And here comes Vega to help. Isn't that nice? He's helping Hayato right on up, and up... and up... until the ceiling stops him. He's moving at pretty high speed by that point. The thump of Hayato's body impacting with the stonework overhead echoes through the dungeon, and then the teacher comes tumbling right back down to land on the floor with another loud thud and grunt of pain.
But even after all of that, Hayato manages to push himself back to his feet. And in the same motion lunge forward, using both hands to swing his shinai in a downward arc toward Vega's head as he shouts wordlessly. His body has pretty much reached its limit, but he's going to keep on pushing it until it actually realizes that.
COMBATSYS: Hayato can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Vega dodges Hayato's Burning Push-Ups.
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At his limit. Vega can see it, as plain as the pain that lingers from past 'interrogations' in the dungeon - part of his psychic powers, after all, is to read emotions, status. He knows just how close to 'over' this is, and when Hayato lunges at him, Vega stands and waits. He allows the scream and shout to wash over him, and sees the shinai being whipped down in a blurred motion. He's ready, though.
Just before impact, Vega seems to blur, purple and black aura engulfing him. When he reappears, it's by Hayato's side, watching the strike finish with the shinai hitting ground. Vega's hand goes to Hayato's neck, and he whispers mockingly in the man's ear. "That was.. acceptable. I expect more, the next time." With that, he pushes the man down, certain that there isn't enough left in Hayato to strike him again. He turns on his heel, to find and stalk the other fighters - to find out how Vice has done, and to mop up what is left, if need be.
COMBATSYS: Vega takes no action.
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Vice wasn't entirely sure she was fond of how this arrangement. Hustled into one of the cells to begin with, the twisting mazes of the dank dungeons, and told to wait for the start of the match. Reluctantly, she waited. And waited. And waited. After what felt like an eternity to the Orochi woman, she rises to a stand, stepping over to the door of the prison, to push it open. It did not budge. Features twisting to that of rage, she slams her weight against the door, again and again, bending the metal of it outwards.
Giving up on that approach, she digs her fingers into the newly-formed spaces on the side of the door, and with a solid tug, yanks the thing off of the hinges, to toss against the other side of her otherwise empty cell. No, she wasn't fond of this at all. Shoulders hunching rather dramatically, her features shift into something akin to a scowl, the woman stepping out of her cell to step into the hallway beyond. Pushing forward, she stalks throughout the hall, passing each cell, her goal in mind evidently the exit from the cell block, to the rest of the dungeons, that hallway lit by a solitary torch.
"Helloooooooooo?!" A slightly worried voice calls out into the pitch black passage way of the labyrinth-like halls of the Strolheim dungeon. "ROOOOOLAND! HAYATO-SENSEEEEEEEEI?! ANYONE?!" A second passes, but the voice's only response is a hollow, ghostly echo of itself, eliciting a heavy sigh from the Ichiro Oe, the voice's owner. "Great. They lead Roland and I down here to meet up with Hayato and I stop for ONE SECOND to check out a dirty old cell and I'm lost." A whooshing sound streaks through the air as a burnt out torch cuts through the musty dungeon air and clatters on the ground noisily. "I knew I should have stayed in the lit hallways, but how was I supposed to know that torch was almost out?"
Slow scrapings footfalls begin to sound down the passageway as the captain of the Taiyo High Lacrosse team slowly makes his way down the hallway, using his lacrosse stick like a blind man's cane to try and feel if he is about to run into a wall. "I'm pretty sure they were going back this way," he tells himself aloud, if for no other reason that an attempt to fill the empty darkness as he makes his way back to where he split off from the rest of the group... he thinks. "OW!" the teen cries out as he stubs his toe on a rogue stone.
"Okay, this isn't working, I need light," Ichiro informs himself as he reaches down into the pocket of his loose fitting workout shorts and pulls out a hard rubber lacrosse ball. "Why didn't I think of this sooner?" he asks himself as he holds the ball up in front of his face and attempts to visualize the unseen object in his mind so he can try and focus his burning spirit on it. "Dang. This is hard enough when I can actually seen the ball..." he mutters through clenched teeth, when suddenly an image of Hayato frowning at his efforts sternly pops into his mind and gives him the kick he needs to envelope the object in blazing golden energy. "Okay, let's see how long I can keep you lit..." Oe murmurs as he drops the ball into the netted pocket at the end of his crosse, the bright manifestation of his burning spirit now illuminating the dungeon with a warm, optimistic glow. "Okay, yeah," Ichiro tells himself, "The cells were back this way I think. Maybe Roland is still ther- AHH!" Ichiro cries out in surprise as he rounds a corner and almost bumps into someone!
This tournament is a disaster for Roland. All he gets out of it is honor and respect. That's bullshit! He can't wave around that in a stripclub, can he?! ...wait, can he? He's in the midst of pondering such applications, wondering how many world class fighters profit off a popular name. Many, right? Celebrities have arm candy all the time! Hrrngh! Tripping over a hunk of stone, he gives it a second kick that would of nastily stubbed his toe without the steel clad toe. At least his partner and him are suffering that fate the same. How he got separated from Ichiro he doesn't know, or much care. He has great vision at night, and is a natural born leader. By which he doesn't keep check of those around him, leaves them behind, and then goes about his business leaving them for dead. Yes, he would kick out the legs of a cripple to slow down pursuers.
Did someone just say ow? With disturbing competency he picks his way through a few tunnels, hefting up a nearby torch. Hearing the scuffling steps, he's still somehow surprised when he rounds the corner and bumps right into Ichiro. A girlish shriek leaves his lips, dropping the torch and immediately attempting to kick the other man in the nuts. Of course, right afterwards he grasps his chest and bends over double, gasping. "Fuck, man!! Thought I heard you yelling. The hell we supposed to be doing? Thought this was a damn fight!" Digging around in his trenchcoat, a half empty bottle of vodka is pulled free. No cap. A swig is taken, before he offers it to the other man. "I say we ditch and find a nice bar. Did you see the chin on the dude we're fighting? No thanks, sir!"
Vice pauses in the corridors. Lifting her chin, she narrows her eyes, a hideous sound echoing through the halls. "...did someone bring a small girl in here?" she murmurs to herself, bringing up a hand to drag her nails across her own cheek. Not deep enough to cut, but an array of red lines are drawn across there, already beginning to fade away. Glancing to and fro in the dark, she begins to murmur a string of phrases to herself, her hunched form moving through the darkness. She wasn't quite stomping anymore, the eerie settings giving her a flowing sort of 'grace' to her steps. It served to quiet them a fair amount.
Catching voices, she slinks through the passages towards their source, the woman slowing down as she draws nearer and nearer to the source of the voices. And, at last, she finds them. Situated around a corner, a little ways further down the hallway that the other two both stand at, Vice makes a low sound of annoyance at the back of her throat. That was right. Vega. She was in this fight with that man. Although she could appreciate certain aspects of the man's personality, there was something about him that just rubbed her the wrong way.
Which Vice could be say about nearly every person in existance, truth told.
Regardless, she frowns some, trying to recall the details of the fight, told to her in advance. She had already forgotten most of them, except that she was to act as the hunted, with the other team as the hunters. That didn't set well with her at all. Bringing her hand up to the wall, and to a convienent metal torch-holder, sadly bereft of torch, she tears it from the wall with quite a bit of noise, and rounds the corner, tossing it in the direction of the two. It was a wild shot, and had no hope of striking either of them, but it still made a fair bit of noise as it clatters around. Well, there goes the element of surprise for her.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Roland has joined the fight here.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ichiro
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Vega 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Roland
COMBATSYS: Roland has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ichiro
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Vega 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Roland
kidding to a halt to keep from bumping into Roland, then twisting aside to narrowly avoid a steel clad boot from nailing him right in the Oe Family Jewels, Ichiro leans his back against the dank dungeon wall as he tries to catch his stray breath that left him once Roland startled him. "Yeah, I don't really know what's going on either."
And what's this?! Alcohol! Ichiro's growing nemesis! Must it tempt him at every turn? It seems like every time Ichiro enters a tournament someone is trying to get him drunk! Not this time! ...well, maybe a taste won't hurt. Just one little nip to help steady the nerves.
"Sure, I'll have a sip," Ichiro replies as he accepts the bottle and takes a large gulp, "Yeah, I'm glad that I ran into you and not those two, I wouldn't want to have to face either of them alon- wait, a bar you say? Well, maybe if we find our way out..." Ichiro's voice suddenly quiets as the loud cry of twisting metal and rending stone echoes off of the walls near them. "...what was that?" Ichiro whispers softly as his body tenses, whipping his crosse into a two-handed grip with the chi-infused lacrosse ball still nestled snugly in its net. "...Hayato sensei?" Ichiro inquires of the darkness timidly just before the iron wall sconce streaks through the passageway, striking one of the walls before ricocheting through the space between Ichiro and his teammate and spraying fragments of rock on the two as it strikes the wall next to them.
"I guess that answers that," Ichiro announces to his partner as he squints through the darkness trying to get a look at their attacker, despite his poor night vision. "Let's just hope it not the one with the chin, eh? Though to be honest, from what I've seen of the woman she looks even scarier," he adds with a grin as his adrenaline begins to pump. That said, Ichiro whips the lacrosse stick forward and sends the chi-infused ball streaking down the hallway in the direction that the sconce came from and causing it to ricochet erratically on the floor, walls, and ceiling as it flies towards their assailant.
"I know the way out..." Roland states, almost conspiratorial. He takes the bottle back, slipping it into the cavernous confines of his trenchcoat. "You see, you just always take a right. You'll eventually find the exit. That's how it works in mazes. Do you remember that old screensaver that had a person walk around looking for the exit? Man, that totally looked like Wolfenstein 3D. But it always went right. --Did someone just throw something at us?" Belatedly, he glances at the piece of metal that's careened past the two, and then at the attacking Ichiro. He tenses, beginning to back away, reading to flee. But... it's not Mr. Chin. Oh no, he couldn't be paid to go after that guy. His own hat is removed in kind, twirled about his finger. Yanking a hidden wire, a gleaming blade pops from the rim before he hurls it adjacent to the ball, leaving both projectiles to assault the mysterious buxom shadow! First strike goes to the victors! ...in theory.
COMBATSYS: Vice blocks Ichiro's Bounce Shot.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ichiro
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Vega 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Roland
COMBATSYS: Roland successfully hits Vice with Blackjack.
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Vice 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Ichiro
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Vega 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Roland
The counter-assault came rather quicker than she expected. What she was hoping was that the two would turn and run... oh, it was so much better when they ran, and for a brief fleeting moment, she sees that in Roland, lightening her heart some... oh, but then things fly at her. A... glowing ball and a hat. For goodness sake. Bringing up a hand, she bats the ball out of the air with a forearm to bounce forlornly back at the two. The hat, she intended to ignore, stepping forward towards it.
She saw the flicker of a blade a moment too late, and while she whips up her arm to try to bat it out of the air in a similar fashion, it draws a jagged line across her cheek. Vice spits an obscenity, following it with a, "...filth. What the hell was that?" she calls out down the tunnel, her voice rich with annoyance. Lunging down the hall now, Vice hopes to close the distance between herself and the men with a few quick leaps, hopefully knocking Ichiro down with the last leap. Jabbing her fingers down at his face, she hopes to drive her nails into his features, and then tear them away, leaving a few bloody lines across it. And then slide up off of him, and get away to dodge the potential attack from his partner. At least, that was her grand plan.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro blocks Vice's Death Blow.
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Vice 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Ichiro
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Vega 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Roland
Always turn right? Does that actually work? Why not left? Also, this Vice chick is pretty hot. Scary, but hot. What some of Ichiro's classmates would call a "MILF", though, she'd have to have kids to be a MILF, and well... something tells Ichiro that she doesn't. Yeah, there are a lot of random thoughts running through Ichiro's head as Vice is introduced to Roland's hat, but they soon fade away as the woman charges the two guys and tries to pounce on the lacrosse captain. "Hnnnn!" Ichiro groans as the feral woman sends him crashing to the ground, but he's lucky to throw an arm up in front of his face before her talon-like nails mar up his boyish good looks. Scampering away as the deadly predator of a woman slides off of him, Ichiro pushes himself up to his feet and backs himself up against the dungeon wall as he attempts to focus himself and fan the burning spirit that resides in his body, building his energy for the competition to come. Roland can handle the woman for a moment or two, can't he?
COMBATSYS: Ichiro gathers his will.
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Vice 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Ichiro
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Vega 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Roland
Grasping a wire from the air, Roland snatches back his merry hat, catching it and then placing it atop his head, blade still fully out. And tilting it, just so. Yet she's advancing forward, and he makes with the bullfighting. Dancing away, allowing her attention to fall elsewhere. In this case, falling upon the hapless Ichiro. Yet he used the time to circle around, delaying his attack until Vice had already leapt back; the hallway fills with green light as he erupts forward, a swift and brutal flip that brings one steel heel in a broad arc overhead, aiming to slam it atop the girl's head with a trail of silhouettes. "Take this!" he growls, but then shuts up. No, don't draw attention to yourself. Let her gore Ichiro to death, then throw sand in her face and run for it. Yes, that's his best course of action at the moment.
COMBATSYS: Roland successfully hits Vice with Gold Rush.
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Vice 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Ichiro
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Vega 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Roland
Vice pulls away from Ichiro, her head jerking forward as the heel of the man slaps into it. Spitting another curse, she brings up her hands to her head, grasping at it as pain lances through her conciousness. Bloody hell. What Roland said, sadly, didn't register half as strong in her as that strike to her head did. Ichiro was cowering against the wall. That was fine. What was not fine was Roland, who was recovering from his flip as she thought. Whipping around towards him, the skirts of her little quasi-dress lifts with a snap of cloth, the woman bringing up an arm and hoping to snatch Roland by... well, whatever she can grab of him. Assuming she can get a grip, she would yank him to herself, twist him upside down... and then hammer the man into the floor of the dungeon as hard as she can, shouting her disdain at the same time.
Just look at Roland, volunteering to attack Vice all by himself so Ichiro can take a quick breather. How gallant! How unselfish! Ichiro knew deep down that he was really a good guy after all. Yes, that powerbomb that you are about to take is fully in the interest of teamwork and fair play, two things that are surely very near and dear to your heart Mr. Brown.
A knowing grin washes across Ichiro's face as he feels his burning intensity well up inside him, honing his focus and strengthening his resolve. And no, for your information he wasn't COWERING against the wall, he was composing himself with strategic positioning against the dungeon wall, which only to the untrained eye might look like cowering and fearing for your life.
"Keep at it Roland, we have her on her heels!" Ichiro shouts encouragingly, though if Roland is in the middle of getting spiked on the stone floor the message might lose some of it's motivational value. Pushing himself off of the wall behind him, Ichiro sends himself flying towards Vice's back as she is busy with his partner, swinging his crosse like a baseball bat as he attempts to bludgeon the woman on the back of the head before she knows what hit her.
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits Roland with Misanthrope.
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Vice 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Ichiro
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Vega 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Roland
What in sweet jesus just happened? Roland had attempted to back away, only to find himself swinging through the air like a ragdoll and then slamming upon the ground opposite, rolling a few meters. He spasms and writhes on the ground, letting out a sound of sheer agony that is likely music to Vice's ears. But he scrambles to his feet, adrenaline coming now that he realizes how dangerous this woman is. Two heavy blows, and he's likely only pissed her off more then anything. He's going to have to go all out now. No more games! Two forearm blades erupt in a rasp of steel, glimmering in the refracted light of the fallen torch. He hurls himself towards Vice, inadvertant bravery in the face of a cornered mouse. Some cry that sounds offensive follows, but more then anything he's trying to spiral twice, lashing at her torso before snapping down a cross over blow, fiery green flames trailing behind. His ultimate cheap technique!!
COMBATSYS: Ichiro successfully hits Vice with Slashing EX.
- Power hit! -
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Vice 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Ichiro
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Vega 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Roland
COMBATSYS: Roland successfully hits Vice with Three Card Monte.
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Vice 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Ichiro
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Vega 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Roland
Ichiro DDDDDDDDDDD:
Well, Vice's eye was certainly untrained. And as for their success thus far, well, it was certainly surprising the woman. Having ignored Ichiro against the wall there, she steps away from her assault upon Roland, only to turn... right into the lacrosse stick. Twisting her head to the side rather sharply, Vice feels a pang flare up in her neck, her eyes crossing some with the impact. "/Crap/." she shouts, her head snapped to the side... right before she is sliced in the back by Roland. Back arching backwards with those blows, blood starts to flow freely down the back of her outfit. This wasn't... going well at all. And with someone like Vega to look forward to meeting afterwards, well...
That thought should have made her scared again, but at the moment... all that she could feel was angry. "You... little pieces of /trash!/" she spits, twisting around towards Ichiro. Reaching out, she tries a move similar to what she did to Roland, grabbing unto him, to yank her to herself. This time, with a ~twist~. She turns him upside down, slams him into the ground, assuming she got her grubby little mitts on him. And then does it again, right before leaning back, and with a yowl, sending him up towards the very low stone ceiling with as much force as she can muster. "Get OUT OF HERE!"
COMBATSYS: Ichiro interrupts Black End from Vice with Cross Check EX.
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Vega 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Roland
Uh oh. Ichiro woke the dragon, and now it's his turn to go for a ride. Unable to keep himself from being snatched up be the much faster woman, the teenager's stomach lurches as he is flipped upside down and slammed on to the ground. Stars swim in the young fighters eyes as he almost loses grip on his lacrosse stick after impacting the cold stone floor, but luckily for Oe, he is shocked back into reality as Vice lifts him up to slam him yet again. What's with the special treatment Vice? She must like him more than she does Roland. The grip on his crosse tightens as Ichiro is raised into the air, and at the apex of his ascent, the lacrosse captain tightens his abdominal muscles and swings his body in towards Vice and slams her in the face with the sturdy metal half of his lacrosse stick. Ichiro always knew that those endless reps of inverted hanging crunches would come in handy some day.
Roland can sense it. He can sense victory. A man as cheap as him knows when Lady Luck is on his side, and if he lets Vice rampage any longer it might mean one of their heads. He slithers back one arm, focusing his bolstering chi within it before slithering forward, at the girl's back while Ichiro has her sandwiched on the other side. And then slashes up, hard, focusing more on speed and contact then anything else; hoping for a last gouge in her back to seal the deal, while he quickly attempts to flee like a pansy immediately thereafter. "I think we got her, damn!" he offers to the other man, managing a sort of manic laugh that's no humor and all anxious nerves. He's not ever FOUGHT anyone where he felt this... endangered. The sheer menace from her is beyond even the most sadistic and murderous of backalley thugs he's ever fought...
COMBATSYS: Roland successfully hits Vice with Cha-Ching.
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Vega 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Roland
All told, if one had to go with liking, maybe Ichiro was onto something there about liking him more. Teenage boys. Ever since she broke Shingo over and over, she had come to admire their can-do attitude, the more crisp noise their bones tended to make when crunching... ahem-hem. Regardless, Vice was in a pickle. Her grab certainly did not treat her the way she was hoping, that damnable lacrosse stick slapping her in the face again... she made a mental note to find him after the tournament and snap it over her knee, to stagger back right into Roland's snaky little hands. The gouge across her back finds home, and a thin line of blood forms where he cut her thick, tough skin...
And while Roland may wish to flee like a pansy right after, Vice turns in the middle of that gouge. Wild, unsteady eyes fix upon his face, but her moves were certainly sluggish, the light in her eyes growing dim as she reaches out a hand, trying to grab the man by the throat...
COMBATSYS: Vice can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Roland dodges Vice's Withering Atlas.
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And her desperate grasps do not find a home, Vice slumping to the ground with a gurgle.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro takes no action.
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|====---\-------\0 Roland
COMBATSYS: Roland has left the fight here.
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Vega 0/-------/---====|=======\==-----\1 Ichiro
COMBATSYS: Ichiro has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Vega has ended the fight here.
Clap.
Clap.
"Interesting battle. You've shown a modicrum of power and teamwork against an opponent who might have ripped you to shreds. Are you prepared to do so again?" Stepping from one of the dungeon's shadows, Vega, Lord of Shadaloo approaches. It's possible, quite possible, that he had watched the entire fight, only to let his partner fail and fall, to give himself the test of battling the pair. He's certainly done worse things to people, in worse situations.
"Fast enough to dodge her - a feat I'd have trouble managing on a bad day. Let's see how that luck lasts against a superior opponent. Don't expect aid - I've already met your 'mentor'." With that, Vega bursts into motion, a blaze of psychic power heralding his advance as he walks towards the pair, that purple and black aura of his casting crazy shadows here and there, throughout the dungeon and onto his opponents. It's an ostentatious display of power, and he's more than willing to throw it about. After all, if they fear him, his job is all the easier.
COMBATSYS: Vega gathers his will.
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Oh, there's plenty of fear from Roland. When he hears the clapping, ice slithers down his spine. Eyes widen as he backs away from the man, raising up a hand and pointing, almost accusing. "It's the chin guy!!" And he looks to be scarcely staggered for all the trouble. Panic grips his chest, and he begins to whirl around, trying to find some method of escape from his first reaction. He didn't sign up to get himself killed. That sheer murderous intent puts Vice to shame, and that aura... that /aura./ "Fuck it, man!" he offers towards Ichiro. He's all but routed, really. He's searching for a creamy nugget of bravery within himself, but foremost is backing away so that Ichiro is in front of him. Such a trooper!
COMBATSYS: Roland gains composure.
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Vega 1/------=/=======|=======\==-----\1 Ichiro
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|===----\-------\0 Roland
Panting with exhilaration and very slight exhaustion, Ichiro kip-ups to his feet after being dropped by the now-unconscious feral woman and rests his crosse on one shoulder as he inspects his handiwork. "Wow, we did pretty well Roland, I think we make a pretty good tea-" Ichiro begins, though his congratulations is cut short be an uncharacteristic feeling of hopelessness that weakens his knees and causes the hair on his neck to perk up at attention. That voice... that... oppressive energy... it is a lot like that odd energy that Ichiro has faced many times before, but so much different... so... vile. Spinning on his heels, Oe's eyes narrow dangerously as he watches Vega emerge from the dungeon's shadows and begin to bathe its darkness in a darkness of his own making.
"...mentor?" Ichiro whispers incredulously as his vision falls on the splatters of blood that no doubt mark Vega's classic evil overload clothing. "HAYATO-SENSEI! YOU BETTER NOT HAVE HURT HIM YOU BASTARD!" the athletic teen roars, his eyelids clenched with rage as spittle flies from his mouth at the thought of this monster harming his hero. The sound of blood pounding in his head is the only noise that reaches Oe's ears as he begins to rush towards the living embodiment of Psycho Power; sorry Roland your objections have fallen on death ears. Barreling at Vega at an almost inhuman speed, Ichiro attempts to shoulder tackle the larger man before letting trying to let loose with a brutal combination of knee strikes and savage slashes with his lacrosse stick aimed at the dictator's head and chest, before finishing up with what might be a brutal headbutt from Ichiro's helmet-clad head.
COMBATSYS: Vega interrupts Unnecessary Roughness from Ichiro with Psycho Wave.
*KNOCKED AWAY*
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"Define 'hurt'."
Vega doesn't really care, he just enjoys the waves of hate and anger that Ichiro's desperate charge brings him. It's like a fire to warm old bones, to invigorate a spirit that is twisted by dark, evil things. In short, it's perfect. Perfect for Vega to enjoy, to savor - and then to shove back in Ichiro's face at the opportune time. He lets the man batter at his defenses, each strong strike after the shoulder 'tackle' pushing him back an inch, two.. But as Ichiro comes in for the headbutt, he instead finds a gigantic wave of evil energy in his way, an explosion that should send him tumbling, far, far away from the Lord of Shadaloo! "ENOUGH!!"
With that, Vega returns to a standing position - for all the ferocity of Ichiro's attack, Vega is composed, unruffled - brushing a bit of dust from his shoulderpads. He holds a hand out, and points it towards Roland. Eager for more, he eggs the man on. "Come on then - show me what little spirit you have in comparison. Get angry - and I may let you live after this fight. This dungeon has swallowed many bodies already - perhaps Krauser will not mind one or two more to be given up to it."
They did make a rather good team, but right now Roland's mind is more on the fact that the most powerful and malicious person he's ever seen within a long and illustrious life is glowing like a Hiroshima crator opposite him. Eyes are wide as saucers, but he does manage to swallow his fear. "H-He beat Hayato?" Roland almost mewls. He knows the man. Enough to get an even better scope of Vega's ability. He has no anger to draw from himself, but... hrrm. Suddenly he's running forward, not entirely sure why himself. Leaping into a foreward handstand, coiling upon himself and then launching, twisting, striaght up in an attempt to plant both heels in Vega's chin. His greatest secret technique! "ROLAND ROCKET!!"
Pain. Hopelessness. Desperation. Pain. Fear. Hate. Mostly pain. Negative emotions bubble and roil through Ichiro's being as he is sent spiraling through the air to crash into the dungeon wall behind him with a sickening crunch, the impact hard enough to send the torches flickering, not to mention knock some of the ancient stones loose, sending a few of them falling on top of Ichiro amid a could of dust and crumbled mortar. Retching painfully from his prone position on the ground, a small part in the back of Ichiro's mind, the only portion not totally consumed with torment and disgust, is almost thankful that he is so distracted from the physical abuse that his body was just put through by the horrible exposure to the physical manifestation of Vega's purely evil nature.
Sending the stones on his back clattering to the floor as he slowly pushes himself to a sitting position Captain Oe has to use every ounce of his vast willpower to pull himself to his feet and continue the fight instead of crawling away in fear or simply remain laying on the ground until the pain subsides. "...you aren't a fighter... you're a monster!" Ichiro denounces with disgust as his face contorts with anger. Vice's feral rage was bad enough, but even her murderous malice doesn't compare with the dictator's malevolence. Forcing his eyes to close, Ichiro attempts to focus his thoughts and raise his spirit. If he and Roland are going to have a chance of even /surviving/ this fight, Ichiro must embrace his pure burning spirit, which is in many ways the opposite of the accursed energy that Vega seems to wield so wantonly.he and Roland are going to have a chance of even /surviving/ this fight, Ichiro must embrace his pure burning spirit, which is in many ways the opposite of the accursed energy that Vega seems to wield so wantonly.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro gathers his will.
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COMBATSYS: Roland successfully hits Vega with Heavy Kick.
?!? Weird Hit! ?!?
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"I left him in a heap further back. I'm sure you'll find yourself close by, afterwards." Vega can't help but taunt, can't help but try to tweak the pair as he sees them swapping up tactics. It's enough that he can't decide just what to do yet, so he simply watches and waits. When Roland launches the ROLAND ROCKET, Vega is more than prepared to slip out of the way and press the attack. His body drops down, and Vega attempts to slip /beneath/ the flying kick, to put himself behind Roland when he lands. What happens, though..
Vega manages to get beneath the flying feet, allowing Roland to pass above him. As he tries to move under the other man, the back of Roland's head catches him in the face, sending the dictator to the ground - not badly hurt, but certainly costing him a loss of composure and poise. It's a quick recovery, though - and he's moving again. "Let me put you out of your miery, if you're so worried..!" With that, he regathers to his feet, and attempts to grab Roland by the back of his head. If he can catch the man, he'll lift him upwards in the air, and.. well..
It won't be pretty!
COMBATSYS: Roland has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Ichiro has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Vega has ended the fight here.
COMBATSYS: Vega successfully hits Roland with Strong Throw.
- Power hit! -
! VENGEANCE !
*KNOCKED AWAY*
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|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Roland
Vega's grip catches Roland by the back of the neck, and his strong hand easily lifts the other fighter from his feet. White eyes narrow as he holds the man, though his first words are not to Roland - no, they're for Ichiro, a warning, and quite possibly a hint of what is to come next. "You said I was a monster. You laid this path, and for the rest of the fight - I'll be what you say I am. Remember that - if you can." With that, his grin grows predatory, and he pulls Roland in.
For the record, Vega's a powerful psychic. One of the strongest in the world, as it were. He's grown accustomed to showing people the power of his mind in varied ways, but in this case he chooses simple brutality. His aura grows around his hand, and then he cranes Roland's head around, so white eyes can meet green - and there, he just gives Roland a taste of what lies inside a monster's mind. Power flares through his eyes, and then just blasts at the other fighter, point blank. He holds Roland there through the attack - and when the light fades, he effortless throws Roland to the side, to stand or fall as he will. In the end - it doesn't matter to Vega. He's written the other man off. His next glance is to Ichiro, that evil grin grown all the wider. "... And now there was one.."
Wow. He hit Vega in the face! Probably not a lot of people can do that and live. Which is precisely why he's no exception!! He wriggles like a grasped kitten, although he does swing a few slugs at the man's torso ineffectively with a few sturdy kicks for good measure. Yet his eyes widen at the locked gaze, and he spasms. A shriek echoes through the very entrails of Strolheim, loud and pained to a level that might be horrifying to poor Ichiro. Limp. The body thrown aside is far too limp, hitting the ground bonelessly and rolling to a stop. For all anyone knows, he just got his life snuffed out like a candle in a hurricane. It's up to you, Ichiro-kun!
COMBATSYS: Roland takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Roland can no longer fight.
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Vega 1/-------/=======|=======\======-\1 Ichiro
"NOOO!" Ichiro screams as Roland is brutalized by Vega's raw psychic power and tossed aside like so much refuse. He killed him! That monster just killed Roland! Of course, Ichiro can't really be sure if the con-man is dead or not, and maybe it's just the eerie ambiance of the dungeon or the psychological effects of Vega's evil aura, but the way that Roland flopped onto the ground after Vega was done with him has caused the lacrosse player to assume the worst. "YOU KILLED HIM!" Ichiro roars as thin tears of rage begin to leak down from the corners of Ichiro's eyes. Sure he didn't know Roland that well, but they were just starting to gel as a team and under all of that ego he seemed like he was a pretty good guy after all. For all Ichiro knows, Vega just killed Roland and he probably killed Hayato too!
Ichiro's lacrosse stick suddenly blazes to life with golden energy, what Ichiro refers to as the physical manifestation of his burning spirit. Crouching slightly, Ichiro springs toward Vega attempting to slam into the larger man with the full force of his well-muscled body and knock him to the ground, hacking at the dictator's upper body and head with his lacrosse stick all the way. If by some miracle Ichiro manages get Vega off balance, he will continue to slash away at his face with the crosse 10 or so times before rolling off in exhaustion. Ichiro may be determined beyond normal rationality, but he is no fool. He knows that there is probably no way that he will survive to leave this dungeon, but if Hayato and Roland were doomed to die down here, then it would be a fitting end for him to join his team mates; but not without exacting a little revenge on the dictator beforehand.
COMBATSYS: Vega interrupts SDF Lacrosse EX from Ichiro with Somersault Skull Diver.
~ Cruel hit! ~
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Killed? Ok, now really. Vega /probably/ didn't kill Roland. Nightmares for a few months, an aversion to people with white eyes - but /kill/? That's hardly sporting! The 'Monster of Thailand' doesn't kill for just /any/ reason. Bored destruction isn't really his style. Usually someone has to tick him off to a great extent first - and that really hasn't happened today at all. Instead, he's just been attacked by those he's decided are his lessors - which means that lessons are in order.
As Ichiro rushes in, Vega moves to meet the man with braced arms. The initial strike of the lacrosse stick knocks him backwards, so strong the force. Firey golden energy slashes cuts through his arms, his guard weakening, further-off balance still. And then... he falls! Backwards towards the ground, another strike coming in.
And then, he moves. Sliding backwards, he slips down - letting the final of the ten or more crosse slashes miss, catching off the cobblestone of the dungeon. He's up in the air, his feet catching Ichiro on the back of the head, then launching Vega up and away, to land on the other side of the warrior. He idly looks at his arms - blood. Huhn. "You've done better than your mentor - take that with you as you will. Whatever you do next is your story to offer him." With that, he turns his back on the warrior, standing or no.
Ichiro just got headstomped! The force of Vega vaulting off of his head drives the lacrosse player to his kneels, where the teens stays motionless for a few moments, his weight back on his heels as his eyes begin to roll back in his head. "Hnn..." Oe groans as he tries to fight unconsciousness. "Hayato...." Ichiro groans as he spies the lacrosse ball that he threw at Vice earlier laying on the ground forgotten. Stretching out towards the ball, Ichiro strains as he leans forward, trying to reach the object to give him just one last shot against the so-called monster. "...we've failed..." the Taiyo High student gasps as he collapses forward to lie motionless on the cold stone dungeon floor.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Vega has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:14:24 11/16/2008 by Hayato, and last modified on 13:31:01 11/23/2008.