Description: The Red Cyclone WAS supposed to fight two younger, dirty foreign opponent's in his home country. Unfortunately, Kyokugen got in the way. The result? Unscheduled opponent fights against Pacific Resistance's Marisol and newcomer (with a name almost as strange as JoyceLynn Aryan Nation Campbell--real name go Google it) Eclipse Umbra! Who wins in this strange turn of events...!? (Winners: Eclipse and Marisol)
COMBATSYS: Eclipse has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Marisol has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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When Takuma said that he'd arranged for him to give a Kyokugen-ryuu Karate demonstration in Moscow, Marco Rodriguez hadn't really suspected that it was to be hosted at the Kremlin of all places... nor for the spectacle to be held in the middle of winter. "S' cold as hell outside..." the thick Brazilian comments to himself as he towels the icy sweat beads off of his bare chest in one of the back rooms of the large church that the locals had given him to change his clothes in after the demonstration. "..uhh... I mean heck," he corrects himself, suddenly conscious of the holy site on which he stands. Tossing the towel on the ancient looking wooden bench nearby, Marco stretches arms out and jumps a few times to try to get his blood pumping. "They send me all the dam- err darn way out here for this demonstration and 12 lousy people show up. These Russians don't have no respect for proper martial artists. Ah well. At least I'll be home soon," he consoles himself as the dark man reaches down for his orange gi top and slides it over his shoulders.
'Hey, vhat are yu still doink 'ere?!' a thick russian accent suddenly demands from behind the Kyokugen instructor. 'Thees is Comrad Zangief's dressink room! Yu louzy karate scrub have no business sharink a room with the Champion of Mother Russia! He has SNF fight in church soon! Leave now!' the scrawny blonde man in a members only jacket demands arrogantly as he sets a huge earthenware jug on the wooden bench beside Marco, who stares at the Russian incredulously. "Oh no you didn't," the Brazilian replies as the Russian fight promoter turns and leaves the room,
"I WAS LEAVIN ANYWAY!" Marco shouts after him. "Lousy Karate Scrub my ass..." Marco mumbles as he picks up the jug and squints at the writing on the side. "'Ancient... rus-russian... power drink? Property of Zangief?!' What is this stuff? Probably just alcohol." Sneaking a sly look around room, Marco lifts the jug to his lips and tries a sip. "PTAH! What is this stuff?! Vodka, piss and Yak milk?!" Marco exclaims as he spits a mouthful on the ground. "Hmm... actually... it does kinda have a kick..." Rodriguez mutters before lifting the jug again and chugging it down loudly. Setting the earthenware vessel back on the bench with a loud belch, Marco flexes his massive arms a few times and grins as bright chi flames erupt from his forearms. "Hey, that stuff really does the trick! Now I'm ready to fight all over again! Hmm... SNF huh? I think it's time that I show these ruskies what real martial arts is all about!" Marco exclaims as he fiddles around in his dufflebag and scrawls something on a piece of scrap paper. "That should do it. Now let's find my new opponents!" he tells himself as he walks out of the makeshift dressing room, leaving behind a note that says 'Comrade Zangief, SNF cancelled. Go home. Signed, The Russian Guy'
MEANWHILE, IN THE /BATTLE ARENA!/
Eclipse Umbra was already there, and he really doesn't look like much - he especially doesn't look like he's involved in NESTS at all, no sir, definitely not a NESTS guy here even with a terrible name like that. But, hey, his name has no K, and his skin definitely isn't a light brown with white hair. DEFINITELY CAN'T BE NESTS.
Anyway, Eclipse definitely doesn't look like much, especially with a dramatic name like 'Eclipse' to live up to. He's dressed for the cold weather in a heavy black jacket that looks like it was pulled out of a dumpster, a brown patch splayed across the back, the edges of collar, sleeves, and hem all frayed - it's unzipped, with a red sweater beneath. His dark blue jeans also have a raggedy, scavenged look, a size too big in the legs, tucked haphazardly into dirty brown work boots.
Likewise, he isn't much for conversation as he waits, his left hand firmly pressed into his coat pocket at all times, eyeballing everyone around him as though he's worried they're going to pull his pants down and laugh and laugh. Gloomy son of a bitch.
ALSO IN THE BATTLE ARENA, AKA CHURCH OF THE DEPOSITION--
With the draw of gathering flocks of men and women to the designated fighting area for another weekend's SNF, so too gathers one Marisol O'Connell. Looking a bit sour about the entire arrangement, the girl shuffles along through the cold. If there's one thing she's unhappy about, it's yet another cold weather arrangement. The last time she got avalanche'd on. Who the HELL knows what'll happen this time around. Likely, she'll be eaten by a flock of wild bears.
She suspects that Zangief guy is half-bear. Or a shaved bear. Anyway.
Arriving just after the oddly-named teammate she's been designated, the girl--clad is a thick, dark green down coat over a cotton-candy pink Cashmere sweater and jeans--gives the NESTS test tube baby a sizing up before she offers a slight grin. "So you're that Eclipse guy, huh? Is that some kind of stage name?" Because, really. Who the hell names their kid Eclipse.
"Or are you some movie star couples' kid?" She pauses, blinking slowly before she shakes her head.
"Ahh, whatever, nice to meet you either way. Just try to stay outta my way, alright?"
Pausing again, the girl's gray eyes survey the area. The crowds are kind of quiet for spectators at a fight that's supposed to be their local hero or something. "Man, where the hell is that bear-man /anyway/?" Even the SNF crew are looking nervous!
A shuffling of feet breaks the uncomfortable silence of the crowed as a choir of Russians dressed in red robes file out of a side door and line up in front of the altar. The people gathered in the church wait, electric with eagerness to cheer for their national hero as the choir suddenly breaks out into 'Farewell of Slavianka', a patriotic Russian march that is favored by the huge bear wrestler himself. As the song reaches its crescendo a lone figure appears in the doorway of the church's back room causing the crowd to errupt with cheers. Cheers that slowly die out as the shadowy figure strides forward into the light of the fighting arena and is revealed to be a much smaller, much darker, much less russian, though still fairly ursine martial artist.
"On behalf of the Kyokugen Dojo, I thank the people of Russia for their warm welcome!" Marco exclaims with an upraised arm and a large grin on his fu-manchu'd face. Chuckling softly to himself as he strides into the center of the church amid the stunned silence of the crowd, Rodriguez rubs at his wrists and nods to the two youngsters standing opposite him. "These Ruskies really know how to make a guy feel welcome," he says with a wink before lowering himself into a horse stance with his arms thrust out in front of him, flexing them powerfully before they erupt in bright orange chi flames. "Well what are ya standing around for?" Marco calls out, "Let's get this fight started!" ...before the authorities are able to figure out what just happened.
Before Marco appears, Eclipse sets the tone by responding to Marisol, "My mother disappeared when I was 8." You only get one first impression, and that's a great one! Eclipse looks at Marisol like he's ready to kick her in the face if she breathes wrong.
Then, it's Marco. Absolutely perfect. The first time Eclipse Umbra has been sent out into the REAL WORLD and things are already going to crap. A scientist tugs at the remnants of his hair, and one of the battery of psychologists assigned to Eclipse pours herself a rum and coke, gloomily wondering how much therapy he's going to need when he gets back. The crew of Lab CH-52, clustered around the live feed their spycam is getting (that cameraman over there is MORE THAN HE APPEARS) inhales sharply.
Eclipse does them all proud when he does not, in fact, melt down into a shriek and start cutting throats. It is the expected response when he withdraws his left-hand, a white-knuckled grip on his Gerber Mark II(tm) fighting knife, and protesting in his quiet, even tone, "This wasn't the scheduled event. Is this some kind of trap?" He pivots to menace the crewmen nearest him, who shake their heads rapidly, and then spins again to hold his knife toward Marisol, eyes narrowed, stepping back toward one of the few shadows in the well-lit church.
All part of the plan. Eclipse grimaces as though pained, as a glimmering black spiral of chi flickers around his right hand. He makes a throwing motion, and an equally black chi-knife goes spinning, end over end, for Marco's entirely inappropriate chest!
"Oh, I'm sorry then," the half-Spaniard replies to her teammate, though she hardly looks like she means it. Why? Well, he's giving her a sour look, so why bother being sympathetic? If he wants to kick her in the face, he may certainly feel free to TRY. At least that's what the small, thin smile on her face seems to suggest--and possibly ENCOURAGE. Oh they're off to a wonderful start!
Fortunately, nothing happens between them just yet; music plays, men shuffle around in robes and Marisol just looks ambivalent to the entire thing. The last place she wanted to be in winter was someplace even COLDER than home. So she just sits around and waits for the formalities to be done with so the face punching can begin. At least that'll warm her up.
But the 'fighter of the hour' looks nothing like a Russian. Or a bear--though that may be debatable. The girl's red brows furrow visibly as he speaks, gray eyes slowly but surely squinting as she observes. Though her arguably sane teammate points a knife at her, she seems she could care less--and it would seem she's just as confused, still staring at the Kyokugen Dojo representative.
"Hey," the girl calls out. "You're not that Zangief guy." She states the obvious.
Oh well--a fight is a fight, and Marco is clearly up for one, and it would seem Eclipse throws the first punch. Good for him. She can admire that sort of initiative.
"FINE then, whoever the hell you are!" Marisol cries as she charges forward just behind the chi-knife her designated teammate threw. She'll follow behind, attempting to lash out with a swift punch aimed right for the center of Marco's fu-manchu-sporting mug. "HYAAGH!"
COMBATSYS: Eclipse successfully hits Marco with Shadow Spike.
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COMBATSYS: Marco counters Medium Punch from Marisol with Gedan Harai.
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"No, I'm not Zangief, I'm Marco Rodriguez. Zangief wanted to see the true fighting power of Kyokugen-Ryuu Karate, so I took his place," Marco replies with a smirk. This announcement sends a murmur through the crowd and a few scattered boos. His dark eyes narrowing as he peers at the black knife of chi as it tumbles towards him, a grim smile grows on the Kyokugen Instructor's lips as his vision flicks back up to see Marisol charging in on him. "Spirited. Don't worry kids..." Marco says as he rushes to meet the half-Spaniard, heedless of the chi that explodes on his beefy chest (quite a bit more painfully that he would have thought I should add) Marco quickly slides to a stop in front of Marisol as her punch sails over his head and he counters with a short uppercut to her midsection. "...the first lesson is free. After that though, you'll have to sign up at the dojo just like everyone else."
Eclipse doesn't rush in so quickly as Marisol, slinking along the wall, in a half-crouch with his knife held out. It takes a while for him to stop looking at the SNF crews and the fans themselves like they're part of the fight, but eventually, he gets all of his focus onto Marco, the big hairy interloper, and crouches even lower as he tries to capitalize on him striking at his teammate.
He's completely silent as he springs up behind him, inverting his grip on his knife and swiping it toward Marco's back. "I don't need your lessons." He springs back again immediately after, making a second slash with his knife as he regains his distance. His eyes slide over to Marisol, one eyebrow up, expression finally softening to confusion. He shrugs.
"I think you're lying," is ultimately Marisol's deadpan response.
And then, facepunchings! Well, an attempt thereof. Though her manufactured teammate did sufficiently enough to hinder the not-Russian, it doesn't seem enough to thwart him altogether; as a result, she outright misses, only to be smacked with an uppercut that sends her flying up. Eventually, like all good things that follow nature's laws of gravity, she falls.
Grumbling to herself as she rises to her feet, the girl slowly sheds herself of the fluffy green down jacket, bunching the article up and tossing it aside. Eclipse makes his move, and briefly the girl does not; instead, she just peers at the Kyokugen fanatic, her lips pulling into a frown as she scrunches her brows in mild confusion.
"Man, Kyokugen sucks," she replies dully, rubbing at her chest before she splays her fingers and pops her knuckles. Okay, bad timing on her part before. That's okay. She'll fix it this time around!
So with that encouragement she comes in a bit after Eclipse's strike, seeking to strike Marco IN THE FACE with a straight punch, followed by a cross; if the two should strike, she'll draw both fists back, yellow flames igniting around her fists before she slams both forward, to strike Marco in the chest, the attack coupled with a burst of chi!
COMBATSYS: Marco dodges Eclipse's Medium Strike.
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COMBATSYS: Marco interrupts El Matador from Marisol with Kohou.
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"You may FEEL that you don't need my lessons..." Marco replies as the knife cuts in toward his back, "...but your actions suggest otherwise!" the Brazilian finishes as he rolls forward diagonally on his right shoulder, causing the knife to strike nothing but air. "And as for you little girl," the large man adds as he flows forward a few steps. "Yes, having to face an experienced Kyokugen-ryuu fighter does suck. Just be glad you aren't fighting Master Takuma!" Grinning proudly as Marisol closes distance, Marco lets the first straight punch connect against his chin, then quickly lowers his head, sending the cross glancing off of his forehead and dangerously close to his pompadour. "Hey, watch the hair!" the orange-clad man warns as he interrupts Marisol's technique by springing off of his feet and catching her under the chin with a brutal rising uppercut that lifts the girl off of her feet. "That was a Kohou uppercut," Marco informs her as his feet touch the marble church floor. "Sadly, it is an advanced technique, so it will be a few lessons before I can teach you how to execute it properly."
Eclipse falls back without the second strike, rolling his knife from hand to hand, taking a few moments to figure out his next move. He doesn't respond to Marco's proud assertions of Kyokugen's might (and the mention of Takuma, for some reason, just makes him angry, angry like someone had just interrupted his orbital laser?), and recognizes already that Marisol's had a bit more experience at fighting like this. Thusly, his best chance at taking the win is to stop hanging back, and get in the way.
The vatbaby stays low, circling around from behind Marco to in front of him, flicking his knife at his face while he's busy landing from the uppercut. "I've fought to live. Can't learn that in some dojo." Eclipse punctuates that with an underhanded move, one leg coming in to hook the back of Marco's knee and dump him on the ground to be stomped on savagely. "So why don't you try fighting me for a bit?"
Still looking unimpressed by Marco's posturing, the girl merely frowns, lips puckered out a bit as she draws her eyes into a half-lidded stare. "My mother hits harder than Kyokugen," she postures, tilting her head a bit and cracking her neck before rolling her shoulders. "Don't need to fight some old, wrinkly dojo 'master' to know how terrible this style of martial arts is!"
So with those bold words she moves, fists swinging at Marco. If anything she seems even more intent to catch his hair ON FIRE when he tells her not to, but before she can he's suddenly uppercutting her in the face. She goes flying, hitting her back with a loud thud in the cathedral.
"G-give...me a minute," she explains to her teammate of the hour, slowly but surely pulling herself back onto her feet. She just needs a moment to catch her breath, that's all. And, hey. It'll be a learning experience for her manufactured fighter friend!
COMBATSYS: Marisol gains composure.
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COMBATSYS: Eclipse successfully hits Marco with Furious Abandon.
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"Your mother must be very strong," Marco replies to Marisol with a straight face as he turns his attention to Eclipse just a split second too late. "Gyah!" the large man exclaims as his leg is hooked and he is dropped solidly onto the cold marble ground where Eclipse puts the boots to him, medium-style.
"Nnn... not bad kid," Marco grunts as he is finally able to roll away from the mudhole stomps. "I know what its like to fight to live also," he continues as he pulls himself up to his feet and rubs at his left shoulder tenderly. "But it is only through discipline and instruction that one is able to make the transition from a mere fighter to true martial artist." That said, Rodriguez slides forward towards Eclipse and gives him what he desires. "ZAN RETSU-KEN!" the Kyokugen Instructor intones as his fist flies toward Eclipse with inhuman speed, Marco's arm an orange blur as he punches a myriad of times in a mere second or two as the target of his strikes rise slowly from the young man's chest up to his face.
COMBATSYS: Eclipse blocks Marco's Zan Retsu-Ken.
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Eclipse nods once after Marisol asks for the reprieve, and when his last stomp impacts the church ground, he's already bringing both arms up, too close to try and make any kind of defensive motion. "I don't care about art!" His fingers lock down on his knife, teeth gritting as Marco starts his attack.
His knuckles stand out white as he keeps his hold on the knife even as Marco's punches drill into his crossed arms with force he's never felt before (technically this is like his first real punch, too, but he doesn't know that~). His arms lift with Marco's punches, and with the last blow, he slides along the ground - and then already sets his feet, growling as he kicks forward again. "It's all about survival."
Eclipse jumps through the air, driving both feet at Marco's shoulders, and his arms shake as he lifts them up. Concern flashes across Eclipse's face, mysteriously, but it vanishes as his hands plunge down just as easily, a brutal downward slash at the Kyokugen fighter's face and chest, a right fist for the top of his head, and then a forceful spring backwards.
Eclipse's arms felt... odd, against the no-doubt discerning fists of Marco. Perhaps he has... a plated jacket! Yes, that must be it.
Staring dumbfounded at Marco, the half-Spaniard girl stares in muted disbelief at the Brazilian's response. What..? That wasn't a compliment! A sharp frown seizes the redhead's features, Marisol's expression a touch surly and annoyed as she takes a moment to catch her breath. Let the test tube NESTS experiment take some of the fire--Marisol needs to get her head back in the game!
Unfortunately, poor Eclipse DOES take the brunt of Marco's blow--fortunately, however, he manages well, a slight whistle slipping past her full lips. Grinning now, she rises back onto her feet and shakes her arms out, hopping on her sneakered heels before she curls her fists. She's feeling a bit better off now!
"OKAY THEN! HAAAAGH!" Charging forth, Marisol makes the attempt to close in on Marco as Eclipse does, to catch the Kyokugen fighter off his guard and punch him in the gut. Following this she'll reach up and try to snare him by the collar of his gi for a nasty headbutt before shoving him away, to swing a leg up and deliver a rather unorthodox vertical kick straight to his jaw. Payback!
COMBATSYS: Marco Toughs Out Eclipse's Random Strike!
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COMBATSYS: Marco interrupts Chain Reaction from Marisol with Kyokugen Ko Hou.
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Quickly glancing up at Eclipse as he leaps at him, Marco simply grits his teeth with a sneer and lets the odd young man flies down at his shoulders and scratch at his face and chest like a pissed off cat. Glancing at Marisol out of the corner of his eye as the young girl charges him yet again, Marco doesn't seem to pay the NESTS product much mind as he vaults off away from the Brazilian; in fact, Marco manages to use the momentum of Eclipse's spring to throw himself at Marisol as her initial punch catches him in his thickly muscled gut. Springing powerfully into the air as soon as his toes touch the floor, the Kyokugen Instructor's fist connects with Marisol's chin a second time as a torrential maelstrom of fiery orange chi erupts from his outstretched arm and swirls around the two fighters as the girl is sent blasting off again.
"That," Marco says as he lands from his leaping attack, "was the Kyokugen Ko Hou. One of the more advanced and brutal Kyokugen techniques. It will take you months, if not years of training to even think of attempting such an attack, but don't get discouraged. It will be worth the wait," he adds with a satisfied grin for the camera. Takuma must be loving this free advertising!
Eclipse flips back, already moving again once he hits the ground, a small, fierce grin on his face. "Months of training, for one move." He slips forward, again coming for Marco's back, which he presents to Eclipse so often. "Useless in the real world, which some of us have to live in." He's been reading Marco's movements the whole time, and slowly circles him just outside of his reach.
Eclipse passes near Marisol, and murmurs low, "You're charging in too much, you won't survive long like that." That delicate assessment done, Eclipse suddenly darts in himself, reversing his direction, and jumps up high, one foot gaining purchase on the larger fighter to bring him up and past him, one foot trailing behind to smash at his face as he passes.
Again, interrupted by the Kyokugen cultist--it begins to really take its toll on the half-Spaniard girl. Kicked and chi'd about by the Brazilian, she flies back and hits the ground, bouncing once before she comes to a stop face-first on marble floor. For a moment she grumbles, and if she could she'd likely try to chew through the floor itself. Fortunately, she can't.
So, instead, she gets up on her feet once more, shaking a bit as she dusts herself off. A glance is spared, as Eclipse whips by and murmurs, his advice considered before she frowns. "Well what else am I supposed to do!?" she exclaims incredulously as the young NESTS man goes for the attack. A light scowl quickly steals across her full lips. "Tch."
Well, it's now or never, and she's not going to sit by idly and take hits like a bitch. Angry and irritated, the girl's hands curl into painfully tight fists, flickers of yellow dancing across her white knuckles. Motes of energy become flames, fire erupting from her fists and licking down her arms as she lets her emotions fuel her chi, roaring flames of dandelion-yellow giving the Church an odd glow.
"Man, fuck this noise," she grouses...before she speeds forward, a blur of yellow and red as she attempts to close in on Marco. She'll deliver three fiery hooks, one after the other before she snaps a hand forward and grabs at his throat, dragging him forward as she digs her nails into his neck to headbutt the CRAP out of his nose and face before she harshly shoves again. The chi fire suddenly roars as she lets out a loud "GRAGH!", her body dipping low before she snaps upwards, to unleash a sharp, mighty and flaming uppercut right into Marco's mug. And maybe burn his fu-manchu off.
COMBATSYS: Marco dodges Eclipse's Strong Kick.
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COMBATSYS: Marco endures Marisol's Cloud Nine.
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Dashing backwards away from Eclipse as the young fighter attempts to enzuigiri him, Marco leaves the NESTS fighter's leading leg finding nothing but empty space. "Physical power isn't the only advantage of training, Eclipse. Confidence, Willpower, Inner Peace... it seems like you benefit from these traits as well," Marco replies in a rather serious tone.
Glancing over at Marisol, the Kyokugen Instructor's eyes widen and a slow grin grows on his face as he watches the large chi display that the girl is putting on. "Hey, this looks interesting. Let's see what you got girl," the older man invites with a twitch of his outstretched fingers. Standing his ground as the girl blurs toward him, Marco simply smiles as her fiery hooks slam into his face and his throat is gripped. His nose erupts with a gout of blood as her head slams into his face and the chi shreds his gi as she gives him a taste of his own medicine by uppercutting him into the air. Fortunately his fu-manchu remains intact.
Marco definitely looks to be on the losing end of things as he soars up into the air, but fortunately he is still coherent enough to make use of his close proximity of the girl by lashing out with a spinning kick aimed at her head before he lands back on the ground.
Eclipse's foot makes a rush of air as it swings through the spot where Marco's head once was. He stays balanced when he lands by not even bothering - on impact, he throws himself to the side, and rolls away before any potential attack can come, low to the ground, left hand held wide, like a savage. This whole thing where he's never actually targeted is working out nicely for Eclipse. The young (so young, like a few months) man takes a few deep breaths as he watches Marco's next attack play out, and not really concerned whether Marisol takes it on the chin or not, he leaps forward immediately after he lands, before he can recover.
Snarling, Eclipse tries to hit Marco arm-first, unlike many intelligent people, except he's trying to pull him right off his feet and bend his arm savagely counter to its natural range of movement. "Peace? I can't afford it. Now, while I've got him!" Eclipse punctuates the savage hold by driving his Gerber Mark II down, trying to lock it right into Marco's left shoulder.
COMBATSYS: Marisol endures Marco's Medium Kick.
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"Man, I know this is a church and all, but no one wants to hear preaching!" the half-Spaniard girl belts, flames licking down her arms. "We're here to fight and beat the crap out of you since you decided to steal that Zangief weirdo's spot!" She'll punctuate it by beating the life out of him. That sounds like a FOOLPROOF plan in Marisol's book. So she does it--she runs in and smacks the crap out of him with a variety of strikes and chi. Seems to do the trick well enough.
But the bastard still stands. "Goddamn," the redhead mumbles, as he kicks her in the face. Fortunately, luck is on her side this time--sort of! She's kicked, her body reeling to one side and her feet skidding across marble, but she doesn't fly. Instead, the chi energy around her fists grows, swirling and churning and forming a large sphere before she reels her arm back and hurls it forward, right at Marco as Eclipse comes in as well. Maybe it'll throw him off?!
"GRAGH!!" Man she's tired.
COMBATSYS: Marco dodges Eclipse's Agonizer.
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COMBATSYS: Marco fails to interrupt Rolling Star from Marisol with Joudan Harai.
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COMBATSYS: Marco can no longer fight.
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Spinning away from Eclipse as the kid grabs for his arm, Marco manages to evade the young fighter yet again. "I can tell that you're a troubled kid," he says simply with a hint of sadness. Maybe Marco seems something of himself in the weird NESTS abomination of science, as weird as that might be. Clutching his ribs painfully as Marisol approaches, Marco gives the girl a weary glance as she charges her fist up with energy. Just time for one last try. Rushing toward the oncoming ball of chi, the Brazilian attempts to blow right through the projectile and hit Marisol with one last uppercut, unfortunately, he just doesn't have enough left in the tank. Colliding with the large sphere, Marco groans loudly as the chi washes over him and he is send falling to the marble floor. "Hnn..." he groans simply before he passes out. Maybe this wasn't such good advertising after all.
Eclipse gains brief purchase on Marco's arm, but is flung off by the Kyokugen fighter's spin, his heavy boots only sliding briefly on the church floor. Inwardly, he chooses to take credit for Marisol's victorious punch, as alone, her throwing herself at the enemy would've surely meant her losing. He stands up, but keeps his knife out, held toward Marco for a short time until he's sure he's down.
But, it's over. Eclipse runs his hand through his hair, not doing much for the uncombed shag, and fixes Marisol with a glower - if not a paranoid squint like before. His left hand still has the knife - just in case. "Fighting recklessly like that will get you killed on the streets, and anyone with you. Be a little more careful against people like him." He gestures toward Marco.
Wait, isn't /he/ the new guy? Christ, some people.
Log created on 19:39:50 12/14/2008 by Marisol, and last modified on 18:16:48 12/23/2008.