Description: Roland and Shurui have to face Vice, but with an unforeSEEN twist: with the 'help' of some goggles, Roland's blind as a bat! SEE a train wreck of possibly epic propertions as Shurui tries to guide Roland against a very unhampered Vice! (Winner: Vice)
A short hop, skip, and plane ride away from Strolheim, and Vice finds herself in Switzerland. The Salginatobel Bridge probably seemed a very quaint little idea to someone in the SNF echelon, one would imagine. But one failed to take into account that it was winter. And Switzerland tended to be a bit upon the chilly side, even on the best of days. Regardless, the air was more than a bit nippy, although the wind was behaving itself at the moment. Not that Vice dressed for the weather.
As was her custom, she was dressed in her same old, same old. The red and black number that she had about a million spare copies of on the Noah. Hey, Mature said she looked good in it, once upon a lifetime ago, and since fashion wasn't Vice's... well... vice, the Orochi woman could care less about wearing much else. Well. The crimson scarf she was wearing around her neck, and tugged up over her mouth and nose was her compromise with the Swedish chill. Upon the little setup in the very center of the bridge, Vice paced, back and forth, much akin to a caged animal. She wasn't taking interruption of her pacing very well, either. Whenever a member of the SNF team would offer her something as innocent as bottled water, that person was sent away with a wave of the hand... or worse. Regardless, she waits. She had no idea what the setup for this particular fight was, nor did she particularly remember just /who/ she was fighting, but... surprise was the spice of life, right?
Thankfully, Shurui is dressed for this weather. At the beginning, anyway, though she quickly discards the prized winter coat by giving it to crew member nearby at the last moment, thinking better of it. Better to keep her winter coat safe *and* free her body up, even if it's at the cost of warmth. "Way too cold for this shit," she says, revealing herself in the temporary circle that's been marked by the formation if camera crews, staff, and bystanders.
Oh yeah- wasn't her partner for this wearing special goggles? To obscure his vision. She didn't have the heart to tell him the crux of her expertise didn't exactly lie in excessive skill, but in the powers she was born with, whenever that was. The blindness may have come from that too, but it's hard to say. What *is* certain, however, is that while Shurui's father *did* emphasize the importance of not letting her powers be a crutch, she's in no shape ready to help someone else along that path. She doesn't even know what it's like to *see*; how can she relate?
"C'mon," she mumbles towards her companion as she glances over towards her opponent. "You got fighting experience, right? Try to trust your body for now. Your eyes are just one part of it; you still got your other senses." Well, for now. Touch may not last long in this cold, wind or no. "The quicker this goes, the faster you'll be able to take off those damn googles."
Roland has no idea what a Shurui is, and really couldn't care less if she was blind. This does a pretty good job of completely confirming the idea that he lacks empathy, actually. The moment the goggles were slipped over his head, his already rather poor sense of orientation divebombs. He walks in a stiff, awkward gait with both arms stretched out, weaving through the air almost desperately as if it would somehow ward off obstacles and danger. His own trenchcoat and cowboy hat are still worn, the old leather long faded and cracked. Because they have all the tricks, you see. It has the good grace of being fairly warm, his breath huffing out small clouds of steam. He had wandered off when Shurui lingered in the circle. "Eh?" is offered when he hears her call. He wanders towards her, but on the way is diverted and ends up two meters to her left, groping air. Hopefully he didn't intend to do that with her in front of him. "Where the hell are you?! Goddamnit!" He manages to find the edge of the bridge, feeling it warily. "I don't have a lick of experience in this kind of bullshit! And I don't trust my body far enough to throw it!!" Walking along with his hand on the stone, he begins to walk in the exact opposite direction that Vice lies. This might be more disastrous then SNF officials hoped.
COMBATSYS: Vice has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Roland has joined the fight here.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Roland
Vice didn't seem to inclined to be empathic towards her opponents of the moment, either. Hunching forward slightly, she lifts her chin some, her frantic pacing coming to a sudden stop. Lolling her head in the direction of the two fighters, she sets her face into a hard cast, eyes flicking up and down Shurui at first, then towards Roland. The hard cast to her face cracks, and Vice stands up straight, lifting an arm to point an open hand towards the others. "Ha!" she calls out, her tone of voice absolutely laced with disbelieving haughtiness. "What... what the /hell/ is this? Blind people? /Blind/ people? They are not going to give me anyone to fight, but people to have fun with?!" she asks.
Taking a step forwards, towards the center of the little cleared out area, Vice fixes her gaze, as unsteady as it was, upon Shurui. The one that didn't seem quite as... lost. "And... what fun we will all have tonight." she coos. With the last syllable of those words, she flings herself forward, perhaps looking as though as if she was tripping. With a slap upon the cold floor of the bridge, she catches herself upon her hands. Gazing out of the tops of her eyes towards the others, Vice then pushes out her chest and arches her back, her feet scuttling as she tries to draw them beneath herself, all to the sound of a luxurious groan. Eventually flowing up to her feet, she lets her body hunch forward again, arms hanging loose before her. With the way Vice then starts to slink towards the others... evidently, it was time to start the match!
COMBATSYS: Vice focuses on her next action.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Roland
This opponent isn't ordinary. Her voice is feminine, her form isn't that of a male's; she has to be a woman, or else a very unfortunate man. However, the *energy* this form contains is fiercely negative. It's red, but not of fire or blazing determination. It's almost akin to a 'stop' sign, ie 'do not go any further'. Something.... evil?
Had Shurui not met Vega, she'd disbelieve that anyone *could* be felt as 'evil', or, well, 'good', for that matter.
Shit. She turns her head back towards Roland, though it's to direct her voice at him than to look at him. "Surely you get things like hunches. Bad or good feelings. That's your body talking to you in short-hand. It's got a memory." She looks back at Vice, a strange expression crossing what many are assuming to be unseeing eyes. No, it's not fear, but she's clear she's not underestimating her opponent either. The serious expression leaks into her next words of advice to Roland: "Use your body or lose it!"
And yet, she doesn't attack- it's almost as if she's sizing Vice down, *seeing* her without seeing, gazing at something just past whatever lies in the physical plane... "C'mon, you wanna wait until she has you all to herself?"
COMBATSYS: Shurui has joined the fight here.
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Roland 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Shurui focuses on her next action.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Shurui
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Roland's a melting pot. So much of it swirls around in a vortex of contrasts, Shurui probably couldn't make heads or tails of him. Confident cowardice is an underlying color, and it only gets muddier from there. Although she can see a lot more then him, who's trying to make out the odd blurs. "That voice sounds familiar..." he offers, uneasily. Having heard Shurui in the opposite direction, he starts towards her again, remaining against the edge of the bridge. "Huh. Really?" That terminology speaks to him rather well, actually. "Alright, I can handle that..." He then proceeds away from the wall, wobblingly moving to within the general proximity of Shurui. Sadly, he has absolutely no clue where Vice is, so couldn't attack her even if he wanted to. "Uh." he offers, turning in place helplessly. "Where is she?" The vague scuffles and movements are insufficient for him to attempt some useless divebomb maneuver.
COMBATSYS: Roland takes no action.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Shurui
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Her opponents, one watching and waiting, the other spinning about in circles. One would think that tactical thinking might lead one to think that Vice ought to target the person that could defend themselves: although both her opponents were blind, Shurui seemed to have a certain confidence in her that was enticing... however, that perceived confidence was relative to Shurui's partner. Wandering about blindly, turning helplessly... like a bleeding seal in shark-infested waters. The grin upon Vice's face grows wider and wider, and her slinking towards the two grows far more catlike, and slows down...
"Here." she says, in a hoarse whisper raised just high enough to carry towards the others, bearing a undulating tone of excitement. "...I'm here, filth!" And with that, she begins to move. Rising up from her slinking crouch, her boots sound a staccato rhythm upon the bridge below, Vice biting down upon her lower lip as she starts, only to open her mouth in a gleeful scream when she nears Roland... she also dips her shoulder, hoping to ram into the man, and hard with the final step.
Roland's aura should have shown Shurui from the beginning that simply giving him vague advice wouldn't help at all. Too muddy and complex, though appealing to the senses of his body was a step in the right direction. But is it a big enough step? Shurui's face falls as Vice seems to focus in on the floundering Roland instead, like some... predator? Even her motions were catlike, like that smooth stretch before she started. It's practically cat incarnate.
So yeah. Shurui really sucks at this leading thing so far. Roland's already suffering from her lack of experience in telling someone other than herself what to do. "Shit! Try to dodge her!" No time to alert Roland beyond that initial warning, she gathers her arms close to her chest and flings them open wide, releasing a barrage of ghostly grey bullets dancing through the air, coursing towards the advancing Vice. Better to get out the big guns while that woman's not focused on her; she'll help Roland out when she can find a good opening for him to try.
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits Roland with Mayhem.
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Vice 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Shurui
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Roland 0/-------/--=====|
No, Shurui, it's not a big enough step. He's completely baffled, and actually has his back faced towards Vice when she begins to advance. This is completely new to him, and he's indeed cherished those goo filled orbs that so delightfully interpret light into things beyond vague blurs. "Wha?!" Yelling to dodge an attack he doesn't see coming just makes matters worse. He squats down, hearing her shriek. Yep, he gets the squat down pat. Before he even can bother to hurl himself in some arbitrary direction, he's slammed in the side like a ton of bricks. Folding against Vice, mouth warping in an expression of agony, he's launched away like a rocket, hitting the ground on his shoulder and rollrollrolling to a stop. Picking himself up, he hacks and coughs, ribs broken. "A-agh...!!" Where are they?! All he feels is terrible pain. Clumsily he yanks off his hat, and then hurls it with rather remarkable speed towards the first target he percieves, rather wild and desperate. Sadly, this turns out to be Shurui rather then the rampaging Orochi-fueled woman... Blades pop out of the brim, though. It at least looks rather cool! For an ensuing train wreck!
COMBATSYS: Vice blocks Shurui's Riot Act.
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Vice 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Shurui
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Roland 0/-------/--=====|
Feeling the delightful crunch of the impact of her body against his, Vice skids to a sudden stop, her stance lazy as she rolls the shoulder she struck him with, guiding away the pain of impact. The haughtiness that she was displaying before had not quite left her, this time displayed in a smirk, one that only gains strength with the flailings of Roland. Taking a step towards the man, Vice seemed rather intent to continue to pay... attention to Roland, but out of the corner of her eye, she sees the array of grey darts flock towards her. Biting out a curse, she curls her body, bringing up her arm... and she catches one of those darts upon her forearm, Vice lunging forward through a perceived hole in them to arrive more or less safely upon the other side. More or less, mind, because a fair few of those bullets still struck her, in the side of arm, hip, and leg.
Yeah. Maybe she would return to the fun of beating up the defenseless Roland in the future, but right now, her primary desire was to hurt Shurui. "So you're blind too, aren't you? Let's make sure..." she hisses. Leaping towards the girl, just a few seconds after the hat would potentially strike her, Vice brings up her hands, hoping to jab her nails into Shurui's face. If she catches ahold of poor Shurui's face, she would rake her nails across it with a hiss, ending that by kicking Shurui away.
COMBATSYS: Shurui blocks Roland's Blackjack.
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Vice 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Shurui
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Roland 0/-------/--=====|
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits Shurui with Death Blow.
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Vice 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Shurui
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Roland 0/-------/--=====|
This is turning into a royally fucked up day, so far. The hat, while not percieved by her special senses, are percieved instead by far more normal senses, heightened to a certain level of paranoia. Thus, the hat hits against Shurui's raised arms, instead of her body. Blood wells up from the cuts Shurui recieves on her arms, and then-
Well, she has a large overgrown feline lunging at her, at a speed she's quite unable to fully prepare for. Vice's nails successfully claw into the flesh of her face, drawing blood and then a grunt from Shurui as she kicks the short girl away. Shurui falls, rolling against the cold concrete until her momentum has stilled enough for her to stand back up. Her rage seems to almost propel her to her feet, though it's not exactly directed towards Vice, but someone else...
Roland. "DON'T ATTACK ME, YOU IDIOT! Keep to close-range attacks until you feel confident enough to know who you're aiming at! The more you fight, the faster this'll go, and the less pain you'll have to deal with!" Blood drips away from her face in the aftermath of Vice's attack, causing her to furiously wipe her face with the top of her sleeve, leaving red smears across her cold face. At least, by now, it doesn't hurt at all.
But for now, she needs to focus on Vice. "As for you..." She advances quickly towards the Orochi woman, whirling a quick and brutal fist, aimed at the woman's face. "You wanna see my fucking card?!"
Roland felt the hat hit something solid through the lengthening wire attached to it. "Ha! Gotcha!" is offered, before frowning at the comment. He hit the wrong person?! "I went with my hunch like you said, damnit!! Not my fault if it's a bad one!" It seems a hunch to him is to react to the first thing and not question it in the slightest. Might work if he were brawling in a duel, but it requires some tact at this range. Mid-range, huh? He follows the wire attached to his hat at a light jog, and then tenses. Someone's nearby. Which is it?! Shurui yells, and reveals the identity. "HERE YOU ARE!" he snarls, flipping forward in a brutal arc, dropping his steel-clad heel in an attempt to slam it upon Vice's head with hopefully not insignificant force. He moves rather fluidly in her general direction, green silhouettes trailing behind. Maybe it's not too late for him to compensate for his sorry excuse of an existance in this brawl!
COMBATSYS: Vice dodges Roland's Gold Rush.
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Vice 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Shurui
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COMBATSYS: Vice interrupts Strong Punch from Shurui with Nail Bomb.
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Vice 0/-------/--=====|=======\===----\1 Shurui
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Vice's attention was quite upon Shurui, at least for starters. Bringing up her bloody nails, she casts the blind girl a quick grin, setting her nails across her own lips, to lick them clean. Her eyes, unsteady and constantly wavering as they were, were forward... but... Roland's oncoming attack draws them to the side, her grin dropping from her features in an instant. Falling away to one side, she falls down into a crouch, letting that heel whip past the side of her head and arm harmlessly. Rising fluidly up to a stand, just in time for Shurui to meet her, Vice takes a step back, and brings up a hand...
...successfully catching Shurui's fist in her own grasp. Still, the very force of the blow drives Vice a step backwards, pain lancing up her arm and shoulder from the manuever, drawing a hiss from the Orochi, but in spite of the pain, she smiles a rather cruel smile. Tightening her grip upon that fist, she drives those bloody nails into Shurui's hand, however shallowly, and tugs the girl to herself. Catching her by the front of her clothing with her free hand, Vice yanks Shurui up, and twists her upside down... right before taking a step forward to smash her into the ground. Unlike her usual powerbombs, however, something was a bit off about this one. Shurui, should she cast glances in the direction of Vice's aura, might see a black, twisting, dragonish shape weaving through it.
What the people watching the fight might see is a ball of maroon-colored, fiery chi engulf Shurui at the moment of impact, Vice stepping away from both opponents after the slam. Some might even swear they saw the shape of a skull within the brief fireball.
"Gkrt....!" Shurui's teeth grit in pain as Vice's nails dig shallow trails into her hand; when she pulls, Shurui can't help but get pulled along for the hellish ride. It happens quickly, but not before the girl's dark eyes seem to spot something they shouldn't, ushering a curious word from her lips right before she hits the ground.
"... dragon...?"
For a short time afterwards, she can't follow anymore on that line of thought, her head instead focusing on the impact and resulting pounding as her body falls slack to the pavement. When she finally gains her wits and comes to, she rises halfway, coughing up pink phlegm. God, at this rate, she's not going to last.
Dully, she stumbles upwards, directing herself towards Roland and leaning awkwardly in towards his ear. "Try to picture her in your mind's eye, and strike. I am behind you, she is in front. She'll move when you move, but try follow her presence in your body. If I can do it, you can. You are in a position were you stand to lose nothing if you fight."
Granted, she's psychic and he isn't, but it wasn't like her father was psychic either when he gave her such advice. "Feel her position, focus, zero in, and then kick her bitch ass. And enjoy every fucking second you can get out of it." Okay, that part is *not* Muda's advice, but appeal to the man's baser interests (not that beating Vice up wasn't her own interest as well) could only help make him take her advice.
COMBATSYS: Shurui assists Roland.
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A lot of painful sounds are coming from the general direction of Shurui and Vice. He can't tell which is which at this point, and can at least hope the one who got savagely beaten wasn't the blind woman. A flash of chi, shielded by a forearm, makes this an unlikely occurance. "Hello?! What's going on?!" This time Shurui is more useful. He tenses, and twists to face Vice, tilting his head to the side. Yeah, he can hear her a bit. She's not really a quiet beast at heart, it would seem. "Something tells me you're a lot less blind then I am..." he grumbles. Although the pep talk causes a grin, and he tries to adjust his hat before realizing he hadn't bothered to put it back on. Damn, that would of looked badass. "Here I come!!" is roared, extending his arms as two long forearm blades shoot out then sizzle with green energy. He shoots forward, spinning twice in an attempt to lacerate her chest with each stroke, then a final lunging cross to hit from shoulder and hip, forming a trendy cross-pattern! Silhouettes even trail behind him, in case one didn't realize this is an ULTIMATE TECHNIQUE.
COMBATSYS: Roland successfully hits Vice with Three Card Monte.
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Vice turns, almost languidly, towards the oncoming Roland. Do not worry, Roland, for it looked fairly badass anyways. "Oh, give me a... HURK!" she says. The blades strike home, cutting through clothing to cut shallow, bloodletting grooves in the woman beneath, red lines appearing where his blades find home. Bringing her arms up uselessly, they are treated to the lacerations as well, but do absolutely no good in warding off the blades from her torso. The final cuts across her send her staggering backwards, Vice, looking, if nothing else, stunned. Breathing a bit deeper, the stunned expression upon her face twists to something a fair bit... darker.
"You little... piece of garbage!" she spits, the sudden anger in her expression mirrored rather well in her tone. Pausing a moment longer to glare at him, her estimation of his ability goes up a notch or two in her mind. Whether or not that is a good thing, remains to be seen. Feet tapping and breathing ragged as she approaches him, she tries to grab the man by the collar. If she can get ahold of him there, well, she would bodily pick him up, raise him over her head, and then toss him in the general direction of Shurui. All in all, her aim was off, and he would land nowhere near Shurui, but the intention was there. "GET OUT OF HERE!"
"Legally blind. Not the completely blind. Still, doesn't help me in a fight." Shurui's not bothering to stand on her toes to attempt to speak to Roland as she mumbles these bits of information, allowing him the freedom to rush forward as needed. "Blame them for not doing all their research. If you got the equivalent of my sight, it'd probably would have screwed your eyes, trying to focus." She paces away, circling, but her voice gives Roland an idea of where she stands, possibly keeping him from attacking her again.
Not that she actively tries to enter his front range just yet.
Roland's hit is a satisfying surprise, but Vice's anger is even more of a surprise, if an unwelcome one. Still, it presents an oppurtunity, allowing Shurui to rush in at the Orochi woman from the side, attempting to plant a specifically aimed psycho-power laced punch against her side... "You first!!"
If it hits, the punch becomes a gateway for yet another, and then a kick, another punch, and then a flurry of attacks, all ending with a psycho-powered punch against Vice's side, propelling her away.
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits Roland with Quick Throw.
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Well, Roland managed to hit Vice. A dubious pleasure in the best of circumstances, but his devious Monte is not to be underestimated. He lets out a triumphant "Ha!", further highlighting his unabashed pride at the minor injury he inflicted. "O
Well, Roland managed to hit Vice. A dubious pleasure in the best of circumstances, but his devious Monte is not to be underestimated. He lets out a triumphant "Ha!", further highlighting his unabashed pride at the minor injury he inflicted. "I don't know of any blind fighters! Either you aren't as blind as you think, or you are blind and just suck and that's why I never heard of you!!" Ever the time to boost morale. On the positive side, this keeps him knowing where she is, hopefully preventing another Hat Incident. "Ohshi-" is then said meaningfully towards the advancing Vice. He tries to... it's not really apparent WHAT the hell he tried to do, other then pull his arms to shield his beautiful face. His living must be protected. He's then hefted overhead, squirming and kicking like a damsel in distress. He even made a manly shriek! Crashing to the ground, he rolls to a stop beneath Shurui. "...Ow." One eye peers up at her, the goggles askew. "You aren't ugly, at least." he grumbles, pulling them back down. Getting up, he lets out a last breath. "This is all I got left. If this tanks, then... well, god I hope it doesn't tank!!" Slowly emerald energy curls across him again. He slowly eases his muscles, assuming a solid stance. There. He shoots forward, rushing with all of his speed, and thrusting both bladed forearms towards her gut. Before violently kicking out, in an attempt to send her flying backwards thereafter. "HAAAA! OVER HERE, YOU ASSUMABLY UGLY WENCH! YEAH! CAN'T HANDLE ME, CAN YOU?!" With his dying breath, he tries to distract her from Shurui. May it not be in vain.
COMBATSYS: Vice dodges Roland's Jackpot!.
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COMBATSYS: Shurui successfully hits Vice with Shades of Grey.
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I am so sorry, Roland. But it was not... totally in vain. Vice was distracted, and very well by that, the Orochi woman turning the entirity of her attention towards Roland. With a swift, fluid little move that sends her little skirt popping to one side, she opens her mouth, and starts to say something... right when she is blindsided by the psychic Shurui. Spotting Shurui at the very last moment, what Vice was starting to say turns into a hiss, as she brings up an arm to try to catch that powered punch... and the punch strikes home.
Gasping and groaning with each psycho-powered hit, Vice feels something give way in her chest with that final punch, the woman spiralling through the air to land in an undiginified heap upon the other side of Roland. There is a moment of silence, and then a twitch. After that twitch, there is a jerk that runs through her entire body. After that, Vice pulls herself slowly up to her feet, picking up her eyes to glare sheer daggers across the way towards... the both of them, really. Hunched forward, still, one of her golden earrings missing, fallen forlornly upon the surface of the bridge. Vice pauses, uncaring about the earring. Releasing a shriek of rage, she lets that rage propel her forward in a charge, directly for Shurui. Vice snaps out her hand, hoping to grab the girl by the throat...
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits Shurui with Withering Atlas.
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Vice's hand tightens around the throat of the girl, the Orochi woman's eyes widening in anger. Through the aura sight, however, that snaking, dragonish figure twists, and gains more definition... but to the eyes of everyone watching, Vice simply slams the girl down against the ground, giving a swift punch to her head, laced with that strange maroon energy as before. Leaping up into the air, she throws back her head and screams... and that maroon energy engulfs Vice, as she falls, driving her knees into the fallen girl. The energy fades away, and Vice rolls away, rising shakily to her feet.
As Roland rolls underneath Shurui, he may notice something... strange about how she gazes back down at him Specifically, she's staring..... past him. Not at him, like any normal person would, but past him, not bothering to look at common points like face and eyes but rather nerves and organs. Perhaps, past that as well. She shrugs. "Never heard of you either. We're even." She looks back up. 'Isn't ugly?' "Get em' back on or the match might get forfeited if we win. Don't you want to get some compensation for your pain?"
Well, that answers that question- Shurui though Roland's goggles were completely off from his statement, rather than askew.
And thus, while Roland's attack misses, it allows for Shurui's own to hit, propelling Vice back- something Vice isn't exactly happy about. As Vice slams towards her, Shurui attempts to somehow block the woman's attack, but in the end, it's in vain. Shurui's face tightens, gasping for air as Vice slams her into the ground, the same dragon appearing a second time, more furiously defined, as the feline woman drives her knees into her body, causing blood to sprout out from Shurui's mouth.
For a moment, Shurui, quite understandably, doesn't move. And then, she stands, stumbling to her feet. "LAST BIT OF ADVICE!" she shouts between sputtering coughs. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger!" And, with that, she launches a final attack at Vice- one which seems to start out the same as the last, with an attack to the midsection.
COMBATSYS: Shurui can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Vice blocks Shurui's Subtle Knife.
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Swish! Nothing. Roland not only fails to hit the evil woman, but he hears her letting loose on his partner in crime. No!! Has the valiant knight failed? Yes. The answer is yes. "Shit!!" he hisses through grit teeth. That's all he had. He's too tired now to manage any meaningful attack, turning with a stumble. Sweat soaks his skin, his breath comes quick and insistent, repeatedly drawing his tongue across his dry lips. So much dark energy!! Is what someone able to sense chi would think, but Roland just brings up a hand to shield from the heat and blown dust. "WHAT MAKES YOU THINK SHE WON'T KILL US?!" is shouted back, before he realizes things are desperate. Oh yes. He has to use speed and precision... and he only has one manner of which to do that left to him. He yanks the wire hard attached to him, and his prior discarded hat flies towards him. It then strikes him in the shoulder, cutting lightly with a loud yell. Oh, right, Roland. You're BLIND. That's only cool if you can see. Scrabbling it up, he spreads his stance. "TODOH GUIDE ME!!" is shouted, before he hurls the hat, still stained with Shurui's maiden blood. May it fly true, and strike she of foul temperance instead! May karma save them this day!!
COMBATSYS: Vice dodges Roland's Blackjack.
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Vice 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Roland
Vice twists towards Shurui, still a bit shaky in her stance. All in all, she certainly oozed anger, but there was something about her that was... shaken. Shaken enough so that when Shurui lunges forward, jabbing that fist into Vice's gut, Vice heaves forward, wincing rather mightily as a flare of energy emerges from her back, about at the point that Shurui's fist strikes her gut. But it is when Shurui pulls that hand back to press another attack that Vice reaches forward, giving the girl a sharp shove away from her as Vice clutches her belly with her free hand. "...filth." she bites out, sounding almost disdainful.
A few moments further consideration of the fallen... whoa! Vice turns her head quickly at the shout to the side, Vice ducks beneath that strange flying hat. Without pause, she lumbers forward on all fours for a moment, pushing off of the ground to an upright postion, as she then picks up the pace, crossing the distance between herself and the other in a few moments... heaving her weight to one side, she lashes out a closed fist, hoping to catch Roland under the jaw with that swift jab.
COMBATSYS: Roland endures Vice's Quick Punch.
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Vice 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Roland
Roland missed! His hat flies off into oblivion! He'll have to deal without it now. He curses under his breath, but at least the end is soon. Lord, let the pain be short and make him pass out. That is all he can hope for! He hears clambering footsteps towards him, tilting his head with a grimace. Before lunging out one fist, and managing to catch Vice by the front of her clothing!! As such, when a fist finds it's way into his chin, he mostly remains upright given he tugs the Orochi crazed woman with him. One booted foot skids, before he brings his other hand to bear... trying to catch Vice by the shoulder!! So he can jerk her downwards, and then... yank her dress partially over her head, in order to blind and disorient her. Hardly appropriate actions for a woman, but if it worked, he'd then slip behind and boot her, right in the ass, trying to send her sprawling. This is really a move where he can't win. Even if he pulled it off, it just makes his grave all the deeper!
COMBATSYS: Vice blocks Roland's Las Vegas Strip.
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Vice 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Roland
Roland moves in close! Vice's dress doesn't quite yield to his yankery, but the boot does catch her upon the thigh, causing her to stumble some upon that leg, and buying Roland perhaps a few precious seconds to get away. Hopefully, he'd use them. Growling, Vice rises up to a stand once again, on smarting thigh, snapping out her hands to try to catch him. Murmuring a quick curse, if she gets her little hands upon him, she would heft him up, twist him upside down, and revert to the ol' standby. Slamming him into the ground with a powerbomb until her arms don't quite let her anymore.
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits Roland with Withering Surface.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Roland
Well, maybe it's better for Roland he failed. He only manages the halfhearted kick, before he's gripped tightly. "Well, damn." he states in a remarkably calm tone, as he swishes about within Vice's grasp and then is deposited with earthshattering force upon the ground. Somewhere in the midst of the brutal onslaught, the bridge got a few nice cracks, and Roland went deathly limp, the limpness of death! Vice, quite the expert of pain, likely recognizes it. Yet the moment she stops, Roland tenses. "P-PSYCHE!!" he snarls, green energy rippling up his arms as he tries once more to sink both his sprouted forearm blades in her stomach. And then aim a blind kick somewhere around her upper body. It's all he has; he's spent. Tired. Unable to do anything but lay there, body feeling like he had all his blood replaced with lead. "H,haha... b-bet... ya thought... ya killed me!!" As if it's some kind of joke. Maybe a personal one. He's -eccentric-.
COMBATSYS: Roland can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Vice dodges Roland's Jackpot!.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|
The limpness did fool Vice. With a bit of a snort, she stops her series of slams midway through, ready to toss Roland disdainfully towards the ground. She ~did~ have to fight the temptation to keep on going, and possibly killing the man, but... people aren't as much fun once they stop moving. But then he pulls that gag on her, and before he can sink those blades in her, unfortunately, she tosses him away from herself with a surprised shriek. Body rising and falling visibly with each of her now-quick breaths, Vice turns her head away to spit a glob of bloody substance out over the side of the bridge, turning her attention back to Roland... and Shurui.
With slow, careful movements, she moves over to where the man lies, but then falls forward, over him. Catching herself with her hands, she gazes curiously down at Roland's face... assuming the man hasn't had enough gumption to move by now. "...I did think I killed you, but I was wrong. Would you like to know what waits for you in hell?" she asks, her deep tone of voice almost cooing.
Roland can't tell he's being looked at, really. He's still blind, and if he was able he'd tear off the goggles and beat them on Shurui's unconscious body. To heck with blindness! It's definitely not for him. Yet proximity is another thing entirely, and unsurprisingly there's an open expression of fear. He tries to wriggle up, his laugh becoming more shrill and slightly manic. "HEY! HEY! SATURDAY NIGHT PEOPLE! FIGHT'S OVER!!" As for Vice, he just tries to shake his head. "Nope! No! Ayame's going to hell before me, mark my words! I like life, it's pretty fun!!"
Well, there was a bit of a dilemma. The Saturday Night Fight people certainly didn't want Roland to die on their program, however wonderful that would make ratings, and while they didn't want that... they particularly didn't want to bother Vice, anyways. Their compromise was to stand a short distance off, and look very concerned in Roland's direction. Both Roland and the SNF people had nothing to worry about, really. Leaning her face closer to Roland's neck, something she imagined Roland could feel in spite of his blindness, Vice lingers there a moment... before drawing herself up, snatching at Roland's goggles as she rises. If they resisted her pulling them off, she would tear them off, and then turn, stepping off in the general direction of the refreshments table.
COMBATSYS: Vice has ended the fight here.
Roland goes tense as a bowstring, having no clue if she was going to do something decidedly painful or not. Instead, the goggles are torn from his face! Blearily he blinks up, looking towards her... then all the color drains from his face. "...!!" He'd shout out 'YOU!' but really doesn't want to draw attention to himself. Somehow he manages to roll over despite his injuries and utter exhaustion, and scramble to the SNF people. Feeling like he's VERY. DAMN. LUCKY to have gotten away with just these crippling wounds and broken ribs. At least it's not Big Chin. He needs a hell of a lot more training...
Log created on 22:38:31 12/06/2008 by Shurui, and last modified on 18:13:09 12/23/2008.