Description: Ken versus Cody in... THE LAST SUBWAY FIGHT. But which fighter will lose their cool first?! ( Winner: Ken )
Metro City's subway system has seen better days.
This is because everyone's always /fighting/ all the goddamn time. Subway platforms are pockmarked with fist-shaped craters, scorched with burnt streaks from chi-flame, pillars are /this close/ to collapsing, and it can sometimes take upwards of an hour and a half to move /three stops/ because at any given moment, someone in Metro City is brawling in some stretch or another of the subway tracks.
New legislation has been introduced, however -- as of February 4, 2009, the city's subways are now an official No Fighting Zone. This has been met with outrage by many, including subway drivers who pad their overtime with hours spent waiting for fights to end so they can move their train. With predictable shamelessness, the Neo League has arranged an officially sanctioned brawl -- inside a subway car, aboard a moving train, going from one end of Metro to another. Ken Masters and Cody Travers will fight for the honor winning--
The Last Subway Fight.
Having just posed for some photos using a subway pass (not his) to pay the $6.00 admission (as fights have increasingly damaged the subway system and numbers have gone down all around, price has rocketed to cover the costs). He strolls toward the waiting car, flexing his arms and rolling his neck, whistling a jaunty little tune.
Ken evaded paying the exorbitant admission price by taking advantage of his fame, popularity, and photogenic nature. Cody has only one of these traits, so he gets around the cost in another way; he simply walks through the turnstile-door, pushing it with his chest as he forces it to turn. When he has passed through, the turnstile he uses no longer functions. The line behind him eventually disperses to other gates.
Brushing a few flakes of steel off of his white t-shirt, Cody pauses to reorient himself and then starts towards the waiting subway car, approaching the leftmost door. He's almost as relaxed as Ken, though he doesn't quite approach the level of 'stroll.' He tops out somewhere around amble.
"Ken Masters, right?" he calls across the platform as he nears the waiting car slash ring. "Heh... this oughta be good."
Ken stops in his tracks, looking over at Cody with a broad grin -- he doesn't seem worried or even tense about the fight, as if it were just a bit of a lark for him rather than real competition. "Cody Travers," he calls back, flashing a thumbs-up and a gleaming smile. "Oh, it'll definitely be good, bro, you don't even need to sweat that. Just bring your 'A' game, aight?"
Ken winks, cracks his knuckles, and steps into the subway car. The car itself is surprisingly roomy; but then, it's absolutely devoid of people. Some keyhole-size cameras are rigged up in various spots, giving the closed fight a perhaps undue degree of coverage. Ken raps his fist on one of the poles fixed to the benches, and chuckles to himself. "This is your first League match, Cody, right?"
Ken steps forward while slipping back into his fighting-ready shuffle. "Well, on behalf of the Masters Corporation, the Neo League, and yours truly, dude, gimme your best shot!"
COMBATSYS: Ken has started a fight here.
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Ken 0/-------/-------|
Cody steps into the car a few moments before Ken does; he doesn't stop to talk. By the time Ken's inside, Cody's already getting acquainted with the car, tugging experimentally at one of the floor-to-ceiling steel bars available as handholds. Eventually he nods and turns back to Ken to answer his question. "Yeah," he confirms. "I was overseas."
When Ken invites him to start the party, Cody just grins, planting his feet on the floor. His right hand hovers over his hip, in an odd imitation of a cowboy about to participate in a quickdraw, and he holds this stance until the car's doors close and it begins to move. Once the car is fully underway, hiss grin spreads even wider.
In a flash of movement, Cody's left hand produces, opens, and throws a switchblade, sending it cutting blade-first through the air towards Ken. The moment the knife leaves his hand, the man is running after it, charging down the length of the subway car. The knife wins the race by several seconds.
COMBATSYS: Cody has joined the fight here.
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Ken 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Cody
COMBATSYS: Ken dodges Cody's Knife Throw.
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Ken 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Cody
"Whoa!" Ken gulps as the knife soars toward him. He barely moves his head out of the way in time -- it's such a close one that Ken is moved to take a second and check to make sure his precious golden hair is intact. "Cripes, buddy, I didn't know we were playin' it like /that/!" he says, taking the attempt to stab him in the head / shoulder region with remarkable good humor.
Cody's charge is not unnoticed -- Ken just keeps a cool head about the whole thing, now that he's not worried that his hair's been sliced. "I mean, if you want to do it that way, we can do it that way, man," he says as he braces for impact -- and swings his arms out to attempt to grab the charging Cody by the shoulders and flip him onto the floor of the rumbling subway car. "I c
Ken is cut off by suddenly getting a whiff of Cody's shirt. "Aw, man, that things smells like it's been in a safety deposit box for years or something!"
COMBATSYS: Ken successfully hits Cody with Jigoku-guruma.
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Ken 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Cody
Cody doesn't even try to twist away from the throw, or roll with the impact. That's not how we do things in the House of Travers. Unfortunately for Cody, he hits the ground with rather more force than he was anticipating, and though it's far from crippling it is enough to knock some of the wind out of his lungs. "Close," he replies to Ken's question. "A cardboard box."
With a quick intake of breath, Cody lifts his upper body off the ground and lashes an elbow backwards at Ken's kneepit. Relying on it to drop, or at least drive away, his opponent, he sets about climbing to his feet, grabbing a nearby pole and hauling himself effortlessly upright. "And relax. It's just a knife."
COMBATSYS: Ken blocks Cody's Medium Strike.
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Ken 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Cody
Ken snaps his leg back when Cody lunges for the back of his knee -- pivoting on the foot that remains planted, the handsome practitioner of Ansatsuken takes the punch on the kneecap instead, which hurts just the same but is scientifically proven to be much less crippling. "Hey, knives, fists, bricks, pipe wrench fights, it's all cool, dude," Ken says. He does seem awfully relaxed, doesn't he? But his eyes are strangely clear, none of that cloudy red-eye nonsense -- /interesting/.
"Just bring it if you got it!" As Cody launches himself upright, Ken falls back, squinting under wild black brows to scope out his next move. He eyes the subway signs whizzing by through the windows -- and the handrails ready to be used for whatever purpose.
Ken thinks carefully -- and then reaches up for one of the overhead handgrips, using amazing strength to pull himself up and swing, vaulting /over/ Cody -- and then, as the subway reaches its first stop, attempting to conclude his leap by kicking Cody forward into one of the vertical poles, face-first!
COMBATSYS: Cody endures Ken's Random Weapon.
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Ken 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 Cody
Cody lurches forwards when Ken's foot slams into the back of his head, his forehead slamming violently into the same pole he used to haul himself up. The support deforms with a metallic groan, Cody's head leaving a large dent in it. He doesn't reel, or stagger, In fact, he doesn't even seem fazed. That's probably not good.
With a grunt of effort, Cody's fingers tighten around the pole, fingers digging more dents into the metal. And then, with one sharp metallic shriek and a spray of sparks, Cody yanks his hand backwards, pulling the pole out of where it sits embedded in the floor and ceiling. Casually, he shifts his grip on the newfound weapon, clutching it in both hands like the huge, metallic club it is.
With a wordless roar, Cody turns to the left, swinging the pole viciously for the side of Ken's head. Halfway through the swing, Cody's hands gleam with a brilliant blue light; it is only for a heartbeat, but it seems as it lasts for nearly a full second, and the light dulls the colors of the rest of the subway car serving as an arena.
When the moment is over, the only apparent change is that Cody's swing leaves a hazy blue afterimage, despite not actually being impressively fast. The more dramatic effects become obvious when Cody follows through on his swing. Regardless of Ken's fate, the pole slams into the side of the subway car, and a large chunk of wall explodes outwards, spraying the platform with debris and sending a wave of panic through the people waiting there for other, non-deathtrap trains.
COMBATSYS: Ken fails to interrupt Random Weapon! from Cody with Shoryuken.
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Ken 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Cody
Ken's jumpkick lands him in a roll, and just as the subway car stops, he slams his palms down on the unfortunately unwashed subway floor to keep himself from rolling clear to the end of the car. Part of this is his strength; part of this is that he presses one palm into some really grossly sticky gum. "--egh," he grunts, as Cody starts roaring and breaking things.
Ken tucks into a crouched position, whipping his hair back out of his eyes as Cody comes at him with a subway handrail. His response is swift: "SHOOORY--"
Cody, unfortunately, is swifter, and when he blasts Ken, he also blasts the wall of the car, exploding it outward like a terrorist bombing. Ken is hurtled outward with the wall chunks, given a fresh gash that tints yellow hair red. Not all the way out, mind -- the sleeveless fighting ace grabs onto the lip of the ceiling, maintaining a death-grip to keep from being thrown out into the crowd.
Which is fortuitous, because as he struggles to hang on, the train starts moving again. Ken glances over and his eyes widen, seeing the mouth of the tunnel coming right at him -- "Gotta spin this just right--" Ken's arms flex, and his neck-veins throb unappealingly with the stress -- and he swings back and /hurls/ himself inward just in the nick of time! But not only that -- he /spins/ as he flies through the air, aiming to catch Cody with a violent whirlwind of kicks!
As the train begins to move again, Cody tosses aside the pole, now warped and cracked. A shame he won't get more than the one use out of it. "All aboard, man," he goads, gesturing Ken back into the car from where he clings to the roof. He gets his wish when the other blonde comes hurtling at him, spinning like an extraordinarily violent and belegged top.
Of course, Ken isn't the only one who knows how to spin. As he draws close, Cody launches himself into a spin of his own, dropping into an odd crouch as he does so. He does a full rotation and comes out of it fist-first, slamming his fist upwards through Ken's legs towards his solar plexus. As the uppercut reaches full extension, and the subway car climbs up to top speed, a huge opaque whirlwind, laced with lines of blue chi, erupts into being in front of Cody.
It fills the car with the sound of howling wind, assisted by the more natural howling from the gaping hole in the wall, and more importantly it threatens to engulf Ken and toss him violently down the length of the car.
COMBATSYS: Ken endures Cody's Criminal Upper.
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Ken 0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0 Cody
Ken reaps the whirlwind. His poorly-timed (what choice did he have, really) kick launches him right into the path of Cody's cyclone-causing punch, and the tempest sends Ken clear to the end of the teacup. His head hits the reinforced pane of the window on the car door -- so hard that it breaks, and Kenneth Shannon Masters slumps down, landing in a crumpled heap.
But then, Ken looks up. And his eyes, accentuated by unplucked and bearish black eyebrows, they are angry. Spitting out some blood, Ken grunts and pushes himself to his feet. "You coulda really hurt those people," he says, pointing at the now-missing wall of the rapidly moving car. "Hell, you probably did! I don't know what you were up to overseas, Cody," Ken says, voice taut with angry conviction, "but in /my/ Neo League, you can do whatever you want to me -- but you leave /them/ alone."
Ken charges forward, attempting to tackle Cody and slam him into one of the remaining pods of seats, to be followed with a few quick punches. "AM I MAKING MYSELF CLEAR, BRO?!"
COMBATSYS: Ken successfully hits Cody with Improvised Grapple.
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Ken 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Cody
Here in Metro City, laws exist to protect the fighters from spectator litigation. The body, all told, is called the 'Get The Fuck Out Of The Way Codex' and is freely available.
Just, you know, just sayin'.
Ken has never let the law get in the way of being a man with a dream.
Cody presents his chest to the charging Ken, puffing it out defiantly. The attempt to stand his ground proves fruitless, and Ken's tackle carries the two men backwards into a pod of colorful plastic seats, cracks spiderwebbing outward from the point of impact. Growling, Cody struggles to climb to his feet against Ken's offense, but the flurry of punches keep him down.
At least for awhile. With another flash of movement, a knife is in Cody's right hand, and he lunges upwards, slashing violently at Ken's chest and arms, the blade a gleaming metallic blur. "Give me a break," he sneers, spitting out a mouthful of blood. It seems the repeated blunt trauma is starting to take its toll. "This is Metro City, not Goddamn Hollywood. These people ain't born with silver spoons up their asses like you, Dyejob. They can handle it. They're /used/ to it."
COMBATSYS: Ken dodges Cody's Tokushu Koudou.
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Ken 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Cody
The knife whizzes shy of actually cutting Ken's flesh -- however, it does tear through the man's red gi easily, leaving a slash clear across the torso, from outlandishly-large sleeve-hole to outlandishly-large sleeve-hole -- causing the garment to just fall apart when Ken moves back, big scrap hanging from the back of his belt. Ken is momentarily stunned, as are many housewives watching at home, as his tan, perfect, Mario Lopez-esque physique is put on display.
Ken's attention returns to the matter at hand quickly enough, though. "I don't care," Ken says. "Don't use some sob story to justify /recklessly endangering/ fighting fans, no matter /where/ they are!" Cody actually seems to have struck a nerve with Ken, the usually super-cool family man openly angry, and on live television at that.
Ken's gloved fists rear back as he tries to take advantage of the close quarters he's got Cody in. Red-orange chi crackles between his hands as they open. "Nyyyrr--HADOUKEN!" If Ken misses, it'll blast clear out into the tunnel wall. /Or/ ricochet around like a bullet fired in a submarine corridor. He's actually never hadoukenned anyone on the subway before, because he has a chauffeur.
COMBATSYS: Cody endures Ken's Hadouken.
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Ken 0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1 Cody
Oh hell naw.
When Ken begins a-chargin' his fireball, Cody roars and lunges. He's practically on top of the other man when the attack is unleashed, and the ball of chi slams violently into the charging blonde's chest almost before it's even fully out of Ken's hands. It burns away much of Cody's shirt, and the energy washes over his chest, leaving a tremendous scorch mark.
But he doesn't stop. Still roaring, Cody bursts right through the fireball. His hand, still gripping the knife, lances upwards, and Cody attempts to bury the entirety of the switchblade's actual blade into Ken's chest. The strike has none of the careful style of his earlier knife shenanigans; it is driven only by ferocity.
"GODDAMN FIREBALLS!"
COMBATSYS: Ken dodges Cody's Fierce Strike.
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Ken 0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1 Cody
Ken grabs Cody's arm, diverting the lunge and pushing himself away enough to grab a bit of space. "Did it hurt, dude? Maybe you'll take what I'm sayin' seriously, then. I've fought people a lot meaner than you and a lot crazier than you, and I didn't back down to them." Ken spreads his legs in a stiff stance, thrusting a fist out tauntingly, bare upper body flexing with the pose. "I'm Ken Masters, bro. I don't back down to /anyone/."
And then, Ken charges. Suddenly, he dips low -- and spins on the ball of one foot, attempting to come out with not just a fist covered in open flame -- but a /driving/ uppercut covered in open flame. And not just a driving uppercut -- /three/ of them. "SHOOOOOO--"
COMBATSYS: Cody endures Ken's Shouryuu Reppa.
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Ken 0/-------/-------|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Cody
"--RYUKEN!"
The first of Ken's blows is a lot like punching a brick wall. Ken's fist scrapes along Cody's chest; it leaves a long burn mark, and the flesh begins to bruise and welt almost instantly, but Cody doesn't so much as sway. The second one receives a similar result, though the force of the blow does force some breath out of the increasingly beaten-looking blonde. It erupts out of his mouth accompanied by a spray of blood.
The third and final uppercut actually forces Cody a step back, and his face twists into a grimace. He doesn't growl, however; he doesn't shout or roar or even holler. He laughs. "Just what I needed," he says, in the moment Ken takes to recover from his assault.
And then hs replies with one of his own. His right hand opens, dropping his knife to the floor, and it pistons outwards for Ken's chin. Halfway there, there is another flash of light, identical to the first down to the curious time distortion. When it clears his fist again trails a hazy blue afterimage, and he completes the first strike.
It is the first of many, a flurry of blows to the head and shoulders. After every few he turns away from Ken, as if finished; inevitably he turns back to the other blonde and resumes punching at him. Finally, after four repetitions of this, he carries on through with his combo, unleashing a heavy blow with his left fist, another with his right, and finally an almost overexaggerated uppercut.
"That all you..." Cody begins. His voice becomes suddenly wavery, and he takes an uncertain step backwards. "... got?" Two more steps, and blood begins pouring in earnest out of his mouth and nose. Some of it is fluorescent green. Eyes losing focus, Cody drags a hand across his face and holds up the smeared mixture of bicolored blood. "... Fuck," he sneers. "Not... this shit..."
Cody Travers takes one more staggering step backwards, and falls out the hole in the side of the still-speeding subway car. He impacts the wall of the tunnel with a spray of concrete, and disappears into the distance behind the car.
COMBATSYS: Cody has reached second wind!
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Ken 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Cody
Fifteen seconds later, the ceiling of the car explodes inwards, spraying the entire contents with shards of metal and concrete dust. Now totally shirtless and covered in wounds - many of them leaking green blood instead of red - Cody Travers drops through the ceiling, landing in a kneel with such force that the metal floor dents outwards. "I can control this," he growls, to no one in particular. Slowly, he rises to his feet. "Let's go."
COMBATSYS: Ken just-defends Cody's Final Destruction!
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Ken 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 Cody
"Hh-- hh-- hh-- ch-- OOS-- OOS-- OOS! OOS! OOS! HAA! HAA! OOS!"
These are some of the noises Ken makes as he systematically blocks every single blow Cody sends toward him. His reflexes are almost supernatural, swinging his forearms and his palms up at the speed of telepathy to keep Cody from landing a solid blow with his initial flurry. And then, when Cody goes in for round two, he does it again. And again. And again. Ken's face is a solemn mask of concentration, black brows furrowed tightly, sweat running down his chiseled, beautiful form.
The blow from the left is slapped away -- the blow from the right absorbed into Ken's forearm, which doesn't even twitch from the impact. And when the almost overexaggerate uppercut comes --
--Ken catches it.
Clamping his hand down on Cody's fist, Ken halts its progress and throws the other fighter's arm away. His look of grim determination softens -- and spikes into shock when Cody falls clear out of the car, through the wall. "CODY--!" Ken calls, rushing over to look for an emergency brake signal to hit. "Dammit, dammit--" And then Cody slams through the ceiling, causing Ken to spin around, facing the man who just a moment ago he thought was possibly dead.
Ken point at Cody -- /dramatically/. "I don't know who taught you how to fight, brother," Ken says, evenly, "but they don't /teach/ guts like that. Shame I haveta beat some /sense/ into 'em." Ken suddenly surges forward, and when he gets close enough, one leg snaps up, aiming to deliver a powerful one-two kick combo.
COMBATSYS: Cody endures Ken's Inazuma Kakato Wari.
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Ken 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0 Cody
Cody takes one lumbering step forward as Ken rushes in to attack, and once again he is unflinching in the face of his opponent's assault. The first kick strikes Cody's chest solidly, and almost certainly breaks something judging by the way the flesh gives, and the second connects even harder. He presses onwards, lifting his hand almost ponderously and lashing it out at Ken.
The wounds and fatigue are taking an obvious toll on his speed, but they don't seem to be any deterrent to his punching power, and the one-two punch combo he throws contains just as much force as anything else he's thrown. It just lacks the same relentless speed. Punches thrown, Cody grapples at Ken's arm and attempts to toss him forcefully away down the length of the car once again, like a particularly handsome sack of potatoes.
The attempt, successful or not, knocks him off balance, and he teeters briefly and then collapses onto his knees. "Get away," he commands, voice garbled through the blood that streams nonstop from his mouth. "Have to stop, before..."
COMBATSYS: Cody has reached third wind!
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Ken 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Cody
"Before..." With a sudden snarl, the ratio of green to red in the blood Cody's spilling all over the environs and himself spikes suddenly and heavily towards green, and he hauls himself to his feet. He laughs, again, and wipes multicolored blood from his eyes. "... sorry, what was I saying? -- Well, whatever. Stop fucking around, Dyejob. Hit me! HIT ME!!"
COMBATSYS: Ken dodges Cody's Savage Combo.
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Ken 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Cody
As Cody grapples for Ken's arm, Ken just snaps his arm away, looking, well, a bit confused, and more than a little disgusted with Cody's apparent complete breakdown. His mouth opens slightly, as if he's not really sure what to say. Ken takes a tentative step backward, putting his palms out as Cody yells to get away, his brow tensing. "It's okay, dude, we just have to--"
And then, Cody's inner Glow illuminates the situation. "I-- see," Ken says, speaking slowly and carefully as he closes his hands into fists. "Listen, bro, it's clear you need help. And when this is over, I promise, I'll get you that help. You've got, well, a lot of issues, that much is obvious, but modern psychotherapy's made a lot of really pretty amazing advances in the past decade, and, well, the things they can do are pretty rad."
Ken tenses his body, readying himself to strike. "But til then, dude, you're a danger to everyone around you, and that's not cool. So I gotta /take you down/--!" And with that, Ken shoots forward, spinning into a graceful but forceful-as-hell back kick, aiming to plant his heel into Cody's glow-addled brain.
COMBATSYS: Cody endures Ken's Ushiro Mawashi-geri.
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Ken 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Cody
Ken's heel bites into the top of Cody's head, and the force transmits down the blonde's body and disperses into the floor, the metal underneath his feet cracking. Almost immediately, the point of impact of the kick begins bleeding as well, coating Ken's heel in neon green blood. "When are you going to get serious?" Cody sneers, his only reaction to the strike a slight hunching of his shoulders.
With a grunt of effort, Cody reaches above his head and grabs at Ken's ankle, gripping it tightly. That, however, is just to keep him from going anywhere. With his hand firmly around the man's leg, Cody lifts his right foot and sticks it outwards, pressing it against Ken's face and then forcing his weight forwards. His goal is to drive the other blonde head-first down into the floor of the subway car and quite possibly through it, to get a view of the rails speeding by below.
"I know you can do better than this," Cody taunts, voice fading in and out of an odd, warbling modulation effect. "Gimme your best shot, 'dude.'"
COMBATSYS: Cody successfully hits Ken with Guilty Stamp.
Glancing Blow
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Ken 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Cody
The attempt to drive Ken's head through the subway car is only half successful. Not in the 'smashing Ken's head under Cody's heel' respect -- no, that goes the full monty. It's just that instead of breaking /through/ the floor of the car, Ken's head just dents it horribly. "ARGH!" the blonde fighter calls as he tries to pull himself back, finally struggling free and drawing his fists up.
"Just 'cause you made me blow my cool once tonight, bro, doesn't mean it's /that/ easy!" Ken spits off to one side, moving his lips around as if feeling for missing teeth behind them. Despite the blood smearing his yellow hair and trickling down one side of his face, he's astonishingly well-composed, with not even a twinge of anger in his gaze. "I know how to keep my emotions in check -- looks like I could teach you a thing or two about it. But first--"
Ken charges forward once more, ducking into another crouch as he tries to rocket upward into another uppercut. "Time to take you to an entirely DIFFERENT kind of SCHOOL! SHOOORYUKEN!"
COMBATSYS: Cody endures Ken's Shoryuken.
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Ken 0/-------/-----==|=======\===----\1 Cody
It's the same old story. Ken's fist plows into Cody's chest, caving the flesh in and breaking yet another of Cody's ribs, adding to the three or four that have already all but shattered. But he remains stoic, an implacable mass of forward momentum. It's what saw him through his part of the Mad Gear cleanup, and it's served him well since.
"Time's up," Cody declares, grimly. Behind him ring warning bells; it seems somewhere in the brawl something broke with the subway car, and it is proving unable to stop as it nears the next platform. Slowly, the man draws up his right hand; it seems to have grown somehow thicker since the fight started.
In fact, ALL of Cody seems to have grown larger, and nerds on the internet will argue for days whether his height actually has increased steadily through the fight or if it's all tricks of the camera.
Either way, Cody hauls back his right hand and slams it outwards at Ken's face. Once again, halfway through the punch there's a gleam of light, a hiccup in time, and more importantly ACTION LINES EVERYWHERE. This time, however, the light is the same neon green that most of Cody's blood now is. The light vanishes and the blonde's hand slams outwards, all of Cody's remaining strength channeled into one, superpowerful punch.
When it strikes whatever it does, be it Ken, Ken's defenses, or the wall, a great wave of pressure washes through the car. All the windows left undamaged shatter, and Cody goes flying backwards, exploding through the wall of the subway. As luck would have it, this happens just as the car passes the platform.
COMBATSYS: Cody can no longer fight.
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Ken 0/-------/-----==|
Cody sails over the heads of a horde of screaming people and slams into an enormous concrete pillar. Just barely, it manages to stop him, and though half of it disappears into collapsing rubble and dust (along with Cody himself), it remains standing.
Finally, Cody Travers doesn't get back up.
COMBATSYS: Ken blocks Cody's Final Destruction.
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Ken 0/-------/----===|
Ken swings his arms up to block the punch, letting both forearms soak up the blow -- which turns out to be a bit of a mistake, as the force is enough to slam Ken clear to the other end of the car and /through/ the door, only sheer luck preventing him from dropping between the cars. Well, sheer luck and a crumpled door under him. Ken, wild-eyed with the sudden realization of his mortality, scrambles back into the car, grabbing onto one of the few remaining handrails as the train is brought to a creaking, shuddering emergency stop.
When the train finally stops, Ken all but collapses, slumping into one of the precious few unbroken seats and wheezing in exhaustion. He lolls his head back, closing his eyes for a moment before leaning forward and giving a nearby camera -- of course Ken knows where they are -- a wide-eyed, exasperated look.
"I know it's not the best because, y'know, carbon footprint, but... dude, this is why I drive," Ken groans.
COMBATSYS: Ken has ended the fight here.
Log created on 19:45:59 02/03/2009 by Ken, and last modified on 12:45:26 02/04/2009.