Description: It's no Scion, but the concept Dodge V10 Tomahawk is the top of the line in sport luxury motorcycles! With one up for grabs as the prize, three fighters must prove their skills: Todoh, Vice, and Akira! But will the combination of violence and motorcycles give them a strategic edge, or leave them nursing third-degree road rash? (Winner: Akira)
Motorcycles! The thing fat middle-aged men who are balding love to ride on so that they look awesome tough and also tend to have embarrassing tattoos in really bad English. Such is the way of Southtown, or pretty much anywhere. Justice High has a long way to go in raising a new generation of students whom can fully escape their origins and roots in Engrish. One day, they will succeed... but, at what cost?!
It's a cloudy day, almost easily mistaken for stormy weather given the rumbling, thundering engines that start up every so often as people ride in and ride out, guzzle booze, and possibly beat the crap out of one another in respectable expressions of midlife crisis manhood.
Ryuhaku Todoh, that 50-something (or maybe even 60?!?!) coot, doesn't have to try all that hard to fit in. All he needs is a cheap pair of sunglasses he actually can't see very well through and an equally cheap, bound to fall apart bike that he has been standing motionlessly against for the better part of two hours, as if universal forces expected him to stay put doing exactly what he's doing until the right hour arrives in which to... do... something else.
You know those people who mess with their bikes to make them as obnoxiously loud as possible, so that if they so much as slowly roll it sounds like a jet turbine storming through the ambient city noise like a stormtrooper?
Akira Kazama is one of those people. Her approach is announced by her Kawasaki making a prolonged noise not unlike a chainsaw being fed through an amplifier, and she's not even going that fast. Still, if she's causing a disturbance, she doesn't notice. The teenage fighter has better things to worry about -- like winning this fight and that beyond-amazing bike the comes with it. She wants it so bad she can taste it (what she is really tasting is the stale breath that comes from having had her helmet on, visor down, all day). The skull painted on her helmet glowers as she pulls up facing Todoh, braking and putting her feet down.
Without lifting her visor, she stares at Todoh, not saying a word. After a few seconds of this, she revs her engine. Loudly. Obnoxiously.
Vice wasn't even sure why she showed up to these things anymore. Every single time she showed up, she was always treated to some blubbering studio worker trying to get her to conform to the theme of the week. This one was no different. Meeting her before the show with a shiney new Harley, and of all things, a visored motorcycle helmet, and matching leather outfit, this latest studio rep just was oozing confidence that Vice would like these kinds of things. A few minutes later, with the studio now needing to pay a hefty worker's compensation package, Vice strolls out, dressed as she always was. With one cavaet: she kept the leather jacket. And the motorcycle. Carrying the motorbike over one shoulder, the Orochi woman steps into the very same area that Todoh, and Akira were in, her unsteady eyes sizing up her competition.
"Pfah." she murmurs to herself, slinging the Harley off of her shoulder. It falls unto its side upon the pavement, with the sound of scraping metal. One of the little petals on the side was bent, now, too. Bending over to right it, she kicks out the kickstand so that it can stay upright. A sneer finds its way unto Vice's lips. "You've gotta me kidding me. Old men, and kids. Every damn Saturday, old men, and kids." Whether or not she can be heard over that obnoxious engine of Akira's. "It's like Geese is trying to piss me off," she says, bringing a thumb up to drag across her lips, the sneer turning into a wicked little grin. "...or trying to give me a treat. Hard to tell."
Nobody knows what that piece of crap cheapo hog is that Todoh has been leaning against for those last couple hours. The vast difference in quality between the combatants' rides is as plain as day even as opponents meet, bikers clear away, and officials and other such showpeople appear ready to call the match to start and make the viewers at home happy enough to buy what the sponsors shove down their throats and thus make Geese happy. It's a vicious, but happy cycle.
"Hmmm," a low, vocal utterance falls from between his closed lips of an entirely neutral expression, drowned out by the engine revving of Akira and Vice's apparent mood swing between disappointment and anticipation. Up against an experienced biker and a notoriously violent woman, many would agree that the old man is... very... out of place. Which is, all in all, rather normal.
"Bah! You ladies better watch your figures, because... this dust will make you fat!!" So he proudly declares in trying to yell above the revving as he hops on and, in truly Todoh fashion, gets impatient enough to just start it up anyway and let the girls give him chase. "Nobody can catch Ryuhaku Todoh! Yeh hah hah hah!!"
He doesn't get much justification to really laugh, as his ride's engine immediately sputters and coughs up some really dark clouds every so often as it takes off from the two at an altogether laughable top speed either one could easily catch up to in a moment's time.
COMBATSYS: Todoh has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Akira has joined the fight here.
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Todoh 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Akira
COMBATSYS: Vice has joined the fight here.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Todoh
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As Todoh makes his escape, Akira looks over at Vice, her face a blank, reflective mask -- and she just shrugs, causing her shoulder spikes to rattle a bit. Revving her engine again, the masked teen gives chase, speeding after Todoh!
Well. Not /speeding/. But certainly going fast enough to catch up to him. Maybe give him a high-five. Or respect knuckles. That's what Akira's going for as she pulls in close to Todoh, right?
Yeah. Respect knuckles. To the back of the head.
Vice's response to Todoh's joke? Well, a disbelieving sort of glare, levelled on him for a few seconds, just long enough for her to think her unspoken point gets through. But, well... when Todoh takes off like that, it just makes Vice excited, her expression perking with interest. Twitching after him on foot at first, in a reflex action, she then stills herself, a quick, deep breath calming her some. Well, if everyone else was going to roam around on bikes, she best too. Luckily, the keys were still in the Harley. Leaping up unto it, she starts it with a practiced motion, her little skirt flapping behind herself as she takes off after the other two.
Revving her bike faster, she manages to catch up with Akira, not /too/ long after that whole respect knuckles incident. Lashing out her arm, she hopes to catch the girl by the leg, and yank her off of her bike. For starters. Dragging her along after she revs the bike more, she would spin around, and toss Akira, one-handed, back towards her bike, which was likely fallen by that time, assuming Vice got her evil little way, the Orochi cackling all the while.
COMBATSYS: Todoh interrupts Jab Punch from Akira with Jab Punch.
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Vice 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Todoh
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Akira 0/-------/-----==|
The wind makes the old man's long black hair whip about in the wind like he actually belongs to this sort of thing. Hell, maybe he should catch up with that big fat guy who hung out at Mac's Bar, by which would be more 'insult him at length and then ride away cackling at newfound false beliefs of invincibility,' as if he didn't already have enough!
He pulls back with a cheesy grin as his ride trods along a recently-paved road, at which point he catches Akira coming up at him fast. She raises a hand. Think fast! What is it that all those kids do in order to be all 'hip' and 'cool' that someone his age must struggle to learn to adopt the lexicon of in order to even be considered upon their level even though he is far above theirs and shouldn't stoop so low to those crazy children's level?!
He balls up a fist and throws it behind him. Fists meet. Respek knuckles are given in the most dangerous of high-speed conditions in what is no doubt going to be on the highlight reel of this week's Saturday Night Fight matches. It only stings a /little./
Okay, it actually stings quite a lot, as Ryuhaku then turns away and shakes out the respectful hand with a little wince. Damn kids and their masochistic gestures!!
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits Akira with Gore Fest.
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Vice 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Todoh
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Akira 0/-------/---====|
"Wh--" Akira is flummoxed that Todoh, who she had mistaken for perhaps some kind of lovable homeless-person fighter, like Terry Bogard or that drunk who hangs out with the Psycho Soldiers, punches her punch, causing her hand to recoil back in a turn signal not recognized on any part of the planet anywhere.
And Akira does turn, her tires squealing, just as Vice is up in her grill, snatching her up and dragging her. It's a good thing Akira wears protective motorcycle gear -- aside from being useful in a fight, it keeps her skin from being sheared off by being dragged on the asphalt, and her helmet protects her head as it bounces off of the ground repeatedly. Hurled back into her bike, Akira looks down at herself, seeing that her leathers are, well, pretty ruined. Akira gets her bike back up (it's also damaged -- enraging her more than any attempt to harm her physical being) and speeds after Vice, attempting to quite literally run her off the road by crashing into her.
COMBATSYS: Vice interrupts Improvised Grapple from Akira with Nail Bomb.
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Vice 1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Todoh
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Akira 0/-------/-======|
Speeding away on her bike after she tosses Akira away, Vice's cackle can barely be heard over the sound of the powerful motorcycle she sat upon. Twisting the handlebars about so that her side faces the oncoming Akira, Vice opens her lips in a wide, one might say insane, grin. Hopping off of her motorbike, Vice hunkers forward, a rather serious curve to her back as she lifts her chin, unsteady eyes staring into that faceless helmetplate of Akira's...
And then Vice ducks low, her arms reaching out to grab the motorcycle itself. Her grip holds, around whatever part of it that she can hold, pedal, handlebar, and she hefts it up into the air. Of course, this was bad, as the motorcycle wheels were still spinning, and Vice, in her excitement, holds the bike too close to herself. It scuffs her shoulder and her face, the Orochi nonetheless managing to slam the bike back down upon its side, a red burst of energy surrounding it, and its rider. We'll just ignore the tire mark upon Vice's cheek now, shan't we?
It should also be noted that 'round these parts, /you wear a helmet/. Todoh does not bother with such things, because he's not someone you want your kids to grow up to become. Don't do what he does, kiddies! No matter how cool it makes you look, imagine what'll happen when he crashes. This is an inevitability!
He blinks a couple times behind the sunglasses, the only real 'biker' part of his ensemble that was considered biker enough, and all but rips them off his face as he decides that these free shades that are surely worth something that Geese's company paid for in full are simply not worth respecting as a gift and casually tosses them over his shoulder, at which point they sail past the scuffed Akira and, by sheer chance, towards Vice's head.
(I've got five bucks on him complaining about all the wind in his eyes in a round or two.)
Akira is launched off of her bike as Vice lifts it. Then, in a reversal of the earlier circumstances, her bike lands on her, crunching into her midsection with a noise that doesn't sound safe or healthy. Akira lays there for a second, breathing heavily inside her helmet. C'mon, she thinks. Focus -- focus.
By which point, of course, both opponents are already busy. Akira forces herself up again, stance a bit wobbly, and gets back on her bike, peeling off to give chase. Luckily, she knows the area, and she cuts through a service alley to catch up with the other two, blasting out onto the road such that she's facing Todoh. Zooming up toward the master, Akira remains silent, simply trying to grab him by the leg -- or, if need be, the pants -- and throw him into the air.
COMBATSYS: Vice blocks Todoh's Thrown Object.
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Vice 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Todoh
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It was the glint of the sun that the shades catch that alerts Vice to the... er... danger. Ducking her head, the glasses 'ping' off of the top of it, to bounce off unto the ground. Murmuring something to herself, she brings up a hand to rub at the top of her head. Whatever. Bringing up a heel to grind those glasses underfoot, she glances between the two others. Frowning rather mightily, Vice clambers back unto her bike, and revs it again, turning it about to launch herself towards Todoh.
Popping the front of her motorbike up in a wheelie, she speeds towards the man, and, whether or not he was tossed up in the air or no, she holds out an arm, hoping to simply clothesline him on her way past.
COMBATSYS: Akira successfully hits Todoh with Houbu.
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Vice 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Todoh
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COMBATSYS: Todoh interrupts Strong Punch from Vice with Aogi Kasane Ate.
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Vice 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0 Todoh
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Akira 0/-------/=======|
True to what was speculated at the end last time, Todoh now finds the wind whipping about his face obnoxious and is pondering giving the breeze a good smack or two just to get it out of his face, squinting as Akira comes up right in front of him, which makes his eyes widen again but then squint from the breeze but then widen again and so forth, it's a vicious cycle.
"Eh?!" So he goes as she gets him by the pants and lifts him up into the air. The process gives him a massive, painful wedgie just to compound on whatever sorts of dangers are present for being thrown off a moving vehicle, at which point Vice appears opportunistic with this situation, coming in fast with her arm held out, it could be painful...!
At which point he cups his hands and scratches at the air with a mighty cry that not even the roaring engines can drag out, descending his arms downward as though scraping the air as three narrow yellowish-orangeish chi plates (or razor pancakes?) form in front of him, leaving Vice's arm to collide painfully against true Todoh might - with the leftover momentum behind the clothesline pushing him back into his runaway motorcycle, landing on his back against handlebars and narrow seat alike which is about as uncomfortable as you can imagine as the piece of crap motorbike starts swerving about chaotically. You do not steer with your upper back! He wheezes.
Akira, meanwhile, pulls off to the side as Vice and Todoh cross paths again, if only to more easily stop herself if it turns out her bike is damaged enough to go haywire on her. Ascertaining that she's not going to imminently lose control of the bike she's sunk nearly every she's ever earned into, Akira brings up the rear of the trio, scratched and scuffed helmet masking her gaze as she eyes both combatants, looking for her opportunity.
COMBATSYS: Akira gains composure.
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Vice 1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0 Todoh
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Arm slamming against those 'razor pancakes' of Todoh's, Vice releases a shriek of pain and anger. Screaming like a banshee, her bike wobbles forth and back, the woman snapping up a hand to try to steady the thing. Again whirling around to chase after Todoh, a series of coughs shakes the woman. Screaming to be heard over the sound of engines and tires, she shouts, "Go to hell!", coming up behind Todoh with a rev of her bike. All she wanted to do, was drop a hand below the seat, and flip the motorbike over, hopefully toppling it atop the old man. He kinda reminded her of Saishu, anyways.
COMBATSYS: Todoh dodges Vice's Quick Throw.
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Vice 1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0 Todoh
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Akira 0/-------/-======|
It's not looking good for ol' Ryuhaku, on his back and not particularly gymnastic, now having to steer the bike with his upper back while still stomaching that sting that comes with collective super wedgie, a partially halted clothsline, and landing on your seat with your back almost hard enough to shatter a spine.
"AIYAAAAAH! Aaaaiieee! GAH!" He yells, groans, and grumbles as he becomes the single most dangerous thing on this road not because of battling ability (of which it is infinite he would assure you because it may very well be), not because of any particular malicious intent (aside from his blanket disrespect for the world at large), but because he is absolutely not in any control of his ride.
"Go where?!" He calls as the bike tips away, only allowing Vice to ding the bottom of the seat with her hand. That it doesn't suddenly lose balance and topple is something of a wonder, face a picture of irritation and curiosity because he's not sure what he just heard that woman say-- oh!
"YOU MEAN THAT MICHIGAN PROVINCE?!" He asks above the noise, unable to really see anything in front of him because of the terrible puffs of smoke from that crap-ass, poorly-placed set of exhausts in front of him that, despite the direction they're going, is somehow wafting his way.
"DO I LOOK LIKE I WANNA GO TO MICHIGAN TO YOU, LADY?! DO IiiiieeEEEEEEEEEE!!" That last bit, courtesy of when that bike's looking about ready for a full-on collision with Vice. Look out!
Akira sizes up the competition:
1. appears to be genuinely insane but super-powered,
2. appears to be genuinely insane and a pretty good stunt rider despite himself.
Akira weighs these options. Who to attack? In the end, though, she has to put the bike first. As goofy as he is on one, Todoh might enjoy, even get some use out of the bike being offered as this SNF prize. Vice, meanwhile, seems like she'd just smash it off something and then smash the scrapped wreck off something else. Akira knows who deserves to win more.
A moment later, she's pulling up alongside Vice as Todoh recklessly speeds toward her. Akira has to time this just right -- because she's steering with one hand as she stands on her seat, in a rather impressive display of coordination. More impressive: Akira lets go just as it's time for her to /leap/ from the bike, swirling in mid-air into a powerful kick sent Vice's way!
COMBATSYS: Todoh successfully hits Vice with Random Weapon.
Glancing Blow
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Vice 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Todoh
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COMBATSYS: Akira successfully hits Vice with Dancing Cyclone Kick.
- Power hit! -
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Genuinely insane. That seemed to be a trait amongst fighters, truth told. Regardless, Vice finds herself in a rather serious situation, right in a hurry. Collisions seemed to be the order of the day, and after her grab at the back of the bike proves fruitless, she says something entirely unladylike. Pulling away, after the usual puttering around and driving business goes on, Vice notices, a bit too late, that Todoh was shooting towards her! With a hiss, she tugs the bike away, only to have the man just barely scrape against her bike.. but a bare scrape at the speeds they were going was killer upon her poor shin. The big thing about that was, it left her bike wobbly, Vice taking a moment to try to bring things back under control.
The kick across her face catches her totally off her guard, the Orochi woman sailing up from the seat of the bike as the Harley putters mournfully on, doing two perfect flips in the air, before landing on her back. Her head landed on a rather convienent rock, too. When she wakes up again, five seconds later, she pulls herself up to her feet slowly, blood dripping from the corners of her lips as she coughs again. Murmuring something regarding the parentage of her opponents, she spits out that glob of blood that she was sicking up, and waits, stalking towards the other bikes. Crossing the remaining distance in a too-quick lunge, she hopes to snatch Akira off of her bike, flip her upside down, and smash her into the pavement. As many times as possible, before tossing her away, grunting.
Todoh, deserve the big 250k prize bike? Considering pretty much everything he says or does on national TV in his continued quest to prove how awesome his style is despite himself, and more or less anything his neighbors over in the Karuta district would tell you, he's more like an annoying itch that just won't go away. He just keeps finding different places to pop up in which to continue to be an itch.
Upon the scrape against the bike, Todoh is rocked off the ride in a painful roll against the asphalt as the bike careens off-road and falls over onto its side in a heap. More smoke continues to fill the sky, angering any and all 'green living' advocates to be found as the old man, /somehow/, comes up out of it with hardly any injury on his person, holding onto a nearby street light for support when standing.
He grunts in dismissal of the whole thing. Pah! Two coughs later as he clears away some smoke with a fan, one eye opens up at the nearby scene. Vice survived a particularly bad fall, and would you look at that, there it is, unattended, just waiting for someone to snap it up and make off with it. Hmm!
He starts to creep over towards the abandoned bike with an exaggerated tiptoeing gait, rubbing his hands and chuckling mischievously. He wiggles his fingers about, looks both ways just to make sure he's not about to be caught, wiggles his fingers again.... then tries to stand Vice's bike up and speed along with it, if the thing isn't completely busted.
He has a long way to go in order to catch up with Doc Louis' record.
COMBATSYS: Todoh takes no action.
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Akira 0/-------/=======|
COMBATSYS: Akira fails to interrupt Withering Surface from Vice with Gate Elbow.
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Vice 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Todoh
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Akira tucks into a roll as she lands after kicking Vice, slamming into the ground roughly and pulling her extremities inward to avoid snapping any. She jogs to her bike and is just getting back on it when --
Akira tries to whirl around and catch Vice with an uppercut, but such was not meant to be. Instead, she cops a righteous beating as she's slammed into the ground, well, however many times Vice feels like, her helmet actually cracking a bit after enough impacts, and her motorcycle jacket's reinforcement really being the only protection she has from breaking both her arms.
Oh Akira-chan!
Vice grunts, tossing Akira aside after the final slam against the ground. Bringing a sleeve up, she dabs at her lips, her eyes sparkling as her deeper voice tries to take on an airier tone, perhaps mimicking... or mocking Mature's own. "Maybe we'll meet again on some moonlit night... filth." she bites out. But wait... she pauses, her eyes narrowing some. Wasn't there two people she was fighting? Wasn't there... she turns upon one heel, blinking in shocked disbelief as she catches the tail end of Todoh's... performance. She couldn't give a damn about that silly bike, and really didn't intend to keep it after tonight, unless keeping it meant what Akira feared most: smashing it against something. Twice. But she draws a breath, and bellows, really very loudly, "HEY!"
Ducking her head, she releases another cry of "HEY!" and charges after Todoh, her arms spread wide, with palms held up, and fingers dangling down. Hopefully catching up before the man can speed away, she hopes to tackle him, football style, from the back, heft him up, off of the ground, twist him upside down, and bash him against the ground. Over and over again. "THAT! IS! MINE! FILTH!" she would intersperse between the smashes. Assuming she got that far, of course.
COMBATSYS: Todoh dodges Vice's Withering Atlas.
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Vice 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Todoh
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This is some real grand theft auto crap right here, folks, on national TV. It might look fun and funny at home, but one can imagine what sorts of crap is going to befall on that crazy old man if he ever did that anywhere else. Which he has. He is the eternal enemy of all road construction crews.
All Vice manages to grab is the tail end of some smoke as he speeds off on the Harley, cackling all the while like a lunatic. He turns it around a few moments later, coming back towards the two of them as he decides to stand up on the seat, one foot between the handles, one on the actual seat, and cross his arms triumphantly against the wind. "Discipline!" Like stealing someone's bike. "Morality!" Like stealing someone's bike. "Strength of character!" Like stealing someone's bike. "The way of Todoh!!" Like... stealing someone's bike. It's another awesome shot for the cameras, though, make no mistake. "It can be yours today!! And... tomorrow, and... the day after and all that!"
"ANDIFYOUDON'TWANTITYOU'REGETTINGITANYWAYPUNK!!" He yells above the wind and the engines as he brings his arms up when about to pass Akira, going for a particularly awkward angle where three yellowish-orangish chunks of chi, in all their majesty(?) and power(?) descend with a downward guiding motion of his arms, looking to clip the one actual biker. Vice has another pretty good shot at yanking him off the bike a good moment or two later without having to give any chase, if she is so inclined.
COMBATSYS: Akira dodges Todoh's Kasane Ate.
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Akira slowly regains consciousness. If she had more nerve when appearing on television, she'd take off her helmet, but she's scared she'll look goofy on TV so it must stay on -- this does not help the symptoms of a concussion, though, as Akira's vision and hearing both seem to shift into a sluggish gear more suited for, say, being underwater.
The teenager blinks a few times as Todoh rides toward her, yelling so fast she can't even make out any of it -- but when she sees the big bricks of chi forming, she does what any respectable fighter does and gets the hell out of their way. It's an action-movie moment: Akira leaping out of the way of the Kasane Ate, her gangly form gracelessly flying--
--right through the window of a cake shop, the fighter smashing through the storefront and into the glass display case holding numerous cakes, covering her leather suit in the sweet sugar of frosting and the bitter tang of glass. "S-Sorry," she mumbles at the screaming cake shop proprietor, as she struggles to come up with her next move.
Running for the back door of the shop, Akira scrambles to the fire escape, running up the short building and onto the roof. It's a completely stupid plan, but, well, Akira really wants that motorcycle -- luckily, no one's gotten too far away yet as she /jumps/ from the roof, about two floors up, toward where Todoh rides below. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" is her impressive and terrified warcry as she blasts purple chi skullballs downward.
Vice, if she was paying any attention at all, would be grateful indeed for the opprotunity Todoh presents her with. Landing flat upon her front after that failed grab, Vice pushes herself up off of the ground, coughing and hacking with the smoke. Dusty now, to match that tire tread upon her features, she swerves around, grabbing blindly after Todoh as he speeds by. "Filthy little piece of trash." she bites after him, making chase...
When above her, a panicked scream sounds, followed by a burst of purple chi. Blinking in shock, she holds her arms open, moving forward a bit, and glancing up. What Vice was hoping for was to 'rescue' Akira, by catching her falling form in her arms. Of course, should Akira fall there, she would be treated with a rather wicked grin from the Orochi, right before she tries to fold her up into a little leather-clad ball. And slam her into the ground. Variety wasn't Vice's trick.
COMBATSYS: Akira successfully hits Todoh with Aerial Barrage.
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Post-Kasane Ate, ol' Todoh actually struggles to keep his balance given how much he had to lean to make the play, taking the sound of shattering glass more as a sign of a success of his awesome display of power as opposed to accepting the hard truth, eventually seating himself back down on the machine as he passes by Vile, which means it's time to turn about for yet another pass.
A loud scream from somewhere above. He looks up right as he starts to make the turn. His eyes almost pop out of his head at that mass of purple chi skullballs, in a bad place because while turning he actually doesn't get much room to maneuver!
"AAAAAIYAAAAAA!" The eldest (and manliest) among them yells as he is pelted by the lot of them, battering into body and bike alike as the bike wipes out against the road, nearly crushing a leg, scraping his side against the asphalt, and wiping out against a telephone pole. A lot of smoke rises, which he emerges from as a mass of violent coughing and open, bloody wounds. Auto accidents are no joke, even for well-trained (or at least highly stubborn) fighters!
Breathing in and out loudly from both adrenaline and sheer aggravation, he stumbles along towards where the supposed 'rescue' is taking place between falling biker and angry stretchy arm lady-turned-hero(?).
Who knows how the interplay will happen between the three of them, but /somewhere/ in there Todoh reaches underneath Vice's arms in an attempt to pick her up and slam her down against the asphalt. And hey, if he gets that far, a polite query to be expected from one of his stature.
"WAS THAT YOU YOU LITTLE TART?!" He asks so very nicely of Vile.
COMBATSYS: Akira blocks Vice's Misanthrope.
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Akira plummets -- and lands in the lovely arms of Vice. Before, she was yelling "AAAAAAAHHHHH!" as she fell. Now, as Vice squeezes her so tight she could swear she feels her back pop, Akira's cry is "AAAAAAAHHHHH!" as she kicks and scrambles to get away from Vice however she possibly can, unceremoniously tumbling to the ground with an "oof."
Some of Akira's black hair wedges itself through one of the pronounced cracks in her helmet; sticking up into the air, the effect is rather like if Alfalfa had a perfectly spherical head. Or like Butters.
Akira watches Todoh and Vice fight, sucking in deep breaths as she hunches over a bit, cursing how out of shape she feels, which is nothing compared to the astonishing cramping sensation she'll wake up to when she realizes she bruised her inner thigh in that landing.
COMBATSYS: Akira gains composure.
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Vice 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Todoh
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Akira 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Todoh successfully hits Vice with Bodyslam.
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Vice 0/-------/---====|=======\===----\1 Todoh
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Akira 0/-------/-------|
Vice's poor Harley. The Orochi, her shoulders heaving with heavy breaths after she attends so dearly to Akira, had her back towards Todoh as he approaches. Of course, this helped with his grabbing, and all, and hey, Vice kinda deserved a taste of her own medicine, getting slammed against the ground as she was. Snarling up at Todoh as he slams her to the ground, she screams up at him, "DIE! DIE! DIE!" That was not what she said before, but who was counting?
Snatching out her hands, she hopes to grab the man by the legs, and yank him off of his feet as she rises herself. Picking him up by the hold on his legs, she would smash him into the ground again, and then lean back, tossing him as hard as she can up into the air... and with her strength, that was probably fairly considerable. All in all, she hoped for unpleasant landings for the elder man.
COMBATSYS: Todoh fails to counter Black End from Vice with Kuzu Otoshi.
- Unbelievable Failure! -
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Vice 0/-------/--=====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Todoh
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Akira 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Todoh can no longer fight.
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Vice 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Akira
"Eh? Yes or no!" He replies as he fights against the throbbing ache in his arms and the collective level of bleeding post-crash, tightening his stance, holding one arm back and one arm forward. A familiar stance. The sort of stance people don't shake sticks at, lest he grab those sticks and then start beating people with it.
He gets nudged off his feet and onto his bum when she gets him by the ankles, the motion enough to dislodge his shaky balance despite his attempts to center his focus and balance for one good counterstrike. Rather spryly, he sits up and gets back to his feet and adopts the same stance again with a snort, neglecting to do anything sensible like actually get his feet out of her grip as she actually smashes him into the ground hard enough that asphalt chunks fly a few places. He resists the initial lift as he rises up to his feet /again/, stubbornly, once more spreading his arms apart the exact same way.
"My stance is perfect! You won'--" He loses the brief tug of war as he gets flung up into the air /again/, the stance failing three times in rapid succession. Clearly an occasion worth marking as he is hurled helplessly into the air... and eventually lands on his back with a sickening crack as he all but craters in the road with the velocity gained from how high Vice throws him. (Very, very high.)
At which point he, far more shakily, stands up again and attempts to adopt that stance one last time, in case she had more to add. He reasserts his posture. A small rolling bit of the crashed Harley comes under his feet, at which point he loses his balance and slips back onto the road like Lucy yanking the football away from Charlie Brown, crashing onto his back with a prolonged groan and long exhale before he just seems to let it all go.
Four failures in a row seems to be his limit for such a short span of time.
Akira raps on her helmet twice to try and get herself back in the game -- just in time for fate to eliminate the possibility of other targets occupying Vice's attention. "Uh," she says, by way of clever battle banter as she stares at Todoh's fallen form and his prolonged groan (death rattle?!?! she thinks).
Akira may be scared of Vice (p. terrified, actually -- who would treat /motorcycles/ so /inhumanly/?!) but she knows that this is about more than just her, more than just Vice. It's about winning a Dodge Tomahawk V10, and to Akira's teenage mind, that is probably more important than curing cancer. "I'm -- I'm not scared of you," she lies to Vice (and herself).
And then, with surprising grace for someone who's been knocked off her motorcycle a few times and followed that up with jumping off a building, Akira assumes a tai chi stance, spreading her legs wide and extending her arms into a ready position. Spinning as she moves forward, Akira lunges low, displaying astonishing flexibility as her palm surges up, fingers coiled tightly as she tries to drive her palm into Vice's jaw. Or throat. She's not really aiming specifically in that regard.
COMBATSYS: Vice blocks Akira's Reflex Stance.
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Vice 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Akira
One of the things that Vice could be called, is stubborn. To mortal eyes, the whole smashing Todoh into the ground thing wasn't quite working, the man popping back up as spry and as healthy as ever. Releasing a frustrated growl, she tries smashing him. And to color the last toss up into the air, that was her last 'trick' of the moment. And of all things, it wasn't her that beat him. It was that stupid Harley thing. Snorting, she flicks her wrist at him, still breathing heavily from the exertion. "Trash! You..." she begins to speak. Sensing Akira's presence to her right, she curls her back forward.
Which would bring her chin right into line with Akira's upwards attack. Or so one would think. Lunging forward at Akira, arms opening wide, she perhaps intended to guide the girl past her, but instead... her chaotic movements earn her a sock in the breastbone, driving the wind out of her, and causing her to shakily stagger back from the biker girl, Vice's knees wobbly as she starts to miss that precious oxygen. But, it wasn't half as serious as a throat, or a jaw blow, and it doesn't take Vice too long to compose herself. She was still shaking, though, but not just in her knees. All over.
"Who... the /hell/ are you?" she spits out at Akira, her eyes growing more unfocused. "Maybe I'll /kill/ you too, trash!" she cries, leaping forward at the motorcyclist. What she was hoping to do was to lift a hand high in the air, then bring that fist crashing down with all her might, right atop the motorcycle helmet-covered head.
COMBATSYS: Akira blocks Vice's Monstrosity.
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Vice 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Akira
Vice goes up, and her hand comes down -- and Akira manages to block the attempt to crush her skull by putting something else in the way, swinging her arm into the bath of the blow. It still hits, and it hits like hell -- Akira doesn't just /feel/ her wrist break, even through the protection of her motorcycle gloves, she /hears/ it, a loud, wet snap that does wonders for her morale. "Wu-aah!" Akira cries out, snapping backward, clutching her wrist. The thick gloves, at least, keep it from bobbing around in wacky ways. "You're -- You're crazy!" Akira blurts, voice muffled slightly by her reflective masks. As she accuses Vice of being crazy, she herself is dressed like a non-gender-specific extra from Mad Max, with a broken hat and all kinds of scoring and scraping making her look like she's been wearing those same spiked and skull-painted leathers for longer than she's technically been alive.
"But I won't let you ruin that /bike/!" Akira's voice actually gains some righteous heroic passion as she makes that statement, before she returns to her graceful Tai Chi stance and turns her body such that one of her legs swings up, bent at the knee, before suddenly straightening to try and pop Vice one with her bootheel.
COMBATSYS: Vice dodges Akira's Medium Kick.
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Vice 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Akira
"What bike?" comes Vice's first response, the woman's husky voice sounding genuinely confused. The craziness bit she ignores. She's called that on a daily basis, after all. With a quick flick of her head, though, she pulls herself out of the way. The dodging motion does make her stagger, however. She was certainly unsteady on her feet. This fight was getting to her. Turning her head back from the flicking away motion, she levels her eyes upon Akira, idly running a hand through her dishelved hair. Lunging forward, arms outstretched like a zombie might, she hopes to take ahold of Akira's throat, and simply... throttle her for a few moments, picking her up off of the ground, and shaking in anger and disgust, before tossing her away, a little growl underscoring that move.
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits Akira with Quick Throw.
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Vice 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Akira
"Ghhfhhgghhgggkk," comes Akira's witty rejoinder as she's shaken and choked. First Yamazaki, now Vice -- now Akira only has to get choked by Iori and she gets a free sandwich from the local insane deli.
Akira lands in a tumble, holding her wrist in to try and avoid getting it even more messed up. "Aah!" It's not that Vice choked her that sticks in her mind, really. Or being thrown. Or even the broken wrist or hundreds of dollars she'll need to sink into her motorcycle gear, to say nothing of the damage incurred to her motorcycle itself, the cost of which probably enough to eat up her entire SNF paycheck. It's what she said: "Wh... 'What bike?'" Akira says from the ground, sounding genuinely flabbergasted.
The teen wonder rises to her feet, spikes rattling as her voice gains clarity and anger. "'WHAT /BIKE/?!'" she cries, the fury in her voice nearly matched by the fury of her sudden, reckless uppercut (with her good arm, of course).
COMBATSYS: Akira successfully hits Vice with Gate Elbow.
- Power hit! -
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Vice 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Akira
That was a rather satisfying feeling. Choking someone, and all. Vice spits after tossing Akira away, turning back towards the girl with murder in her eye. With all the SNF's in her life that she has done, she likely had a pretty good nest egg... somewhere. Vice was only vaguely aware that she got paid at all, by anyone. Maybe Mature had all her money. Regardless! Confusion touches Vice's features, the woman taking an effortless step away, easily dodging past the uppercut...
But she stumbles, the shakiness in her knees getting to her, and pitches forward. Right into the uppercut. As opposed to flying straight into the air, she is tossed away from Akira, flipping rather violently, head over heels, to land atop the broken harley, somewhat near the fallen form of Todoh. Limbs moving as she tries to scrabble to her feet, she cannot find enough purchase upon the ground below, and slumps atop the bike, lying very, very still.
COMBATSYS: Vice takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Vice can no longer fight.
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Akira 0/-------/----===|
Akira stands there for a long second, hunched over and clutching her busted wrist in pain. Her breath can be heard as she waits for Vice -- or Todoh -- to come back at her, in deep "HEHH HEHH HEHH" horse-like gulps of air. Then, someone /does/ -- and Akira realizes just in time that she's about to punch one of the SNF medical team in the nose, her fist stopping a few millimeters short. "A-Ah!" Akira gasps, as the medical crew tends to their business with regard to all three fighters.
Akira's helmet is popped off her head, exposing a bewildered, blinking face, and the medics rustle her jacket off of her to examine her wrist -- her arms also sport the occasional nick or bruise from combat. But then, it slowly sinks in, as the cameras focus on her.
Akira won the bike.
What follows is a Japanese-teen-girl shriek of excitement and joy so shrill and ear-splitting that upon watching the broadcast Howard Dean rubbed the bridge of his nose in embarrassment. It's a moment for the 'SNF's Goofiest Moments' holiday clip show, for sure, but Akira doesn't care that she'll spend the rest of the school year trying to live it down. The bike!
Log created on 18:12:07 01/11/2009 by Akira, and last modified on 11:52:16 01/31/2009.