Description: Domino and Zach managed to find each other in the chaos permeating the city, and decided to ally up to take on whatever lies ahead. The STBC News Studio has come under the arrest of Nests and put under guard by none other than Angel and a haplessly abused trooper. Will the newly-paired duo manage to defeat the skilled femme fatale and her cohort and liberate the building, or will this be the end of their vigilante heroics?
The STBC News studio is most certainly the place to be right now, it's the front row seat of all that's going on in Southtown! More specifically this particular part of Southtown. Which... Would be the news building itself. There's a whole lot going on inside, and oddly enough, just barely outside the structure itself isn't as chaotic as one may expect. This is mostly because standing 'guard' at the main entrance are a couple of indiduals who don't.. Really look anything special. There isn't that, presence of terror one may get from, say, Rugal.. And there isn't really anything /flashy/ in apperance like, say, Athena. But who knows, maybe that couldn't really be seen as a bad thing?
So the parking lot off to the side, not one person is in a car. And the doors behing the woman known as Angel aren't even rattling as a sign of people trying to escape, just what exactly is going on in there anyway? Are any would-be heroes just simply too late to do anything?
"Hey.. hey! Look what I did," the chipper, platinum-blone NESTS agent hisses down to her partner, snickering like a little maniac. Angel is standing on a stack of wooden crates and metal chairs that constantly teeter and shake in danger of dropping its occupant. She's fumbling around with the giant multibulb-lit sign, standing on the toes of one foot to make the finishing touches of messing up the red plastic that proudly shines the 'STBC's name. Properly defiled, the 'B' looks like and 'F' and the 'C' has been twisted to look like a 'U'. And.. Well, the woman thinks it's utterly hilarious. "Hey! Pay attention! Look at what I did to the sign, get it? Do you see what I did there??"
The man standing near Angel is incredibly tense. He's clutching a rather futuristic rifle to his chest, donned in contoured body armour with a visor covering down to his face. Yet many aspects of him show the horror of his position. Bright, playful stickers are slapped all over; unicorns, rainbows. Scribbled in finger paint across the viser is a ':)' face, and some manner of ragdoll wig was pasted on top of the helmet in question. All small bursts of Angel feeling humorous, and all that this helpless individual had to put up with, wondering what horrible thing he had done to be given his lot. 'Handler'. He is called Angel's 'Handler'. The only handling done here is on HER part, and he tries every night to forget them. His reports to NESTS have been on what she's done, with interlaced 'god help me' in the fine print.
"Ha!! Hahaha! That's hilarious!" he suddenly comments, having been lost in thought. He smacks his thigh with his free hand, resting the rifle on his shoulder. "F U! Yeah!" He turn turns away, grimacing to himself and slipping his finger beneath his visor to bite his glove. Not much longer... he doesn't have to survive that much longer...
Two men can be seen walking towards the STBC building. One is pretty short, while the other one is a bit on the tall side. The shorter man, who could be taken for a fan of Terry Bogard with the ballcap and slender ponytail, ponders the insanity that has taken place in SouthTown over the past few weeks. He examines the scene before him with emerald green eyes before craning his neck back slightly to regard the taller person.
"So," Zach says to Drake, "Remind me why we're here again?"
What a mess Southtown's become. And for someone who's lived here, observing how ridiculously violent the citizens can be at a moments' notice, that's saying a lot. So this is the sort of situation that calls for severe intervention - the kind of intervention Domino lead the Stars through in Thailand. Ferocious, intense, unrelenting intervention. Insofar, he's dealt with what he can in what pockets he came across, rescuing what civilians he can to direct them to certain homes that -haven't- been demolished as 'safehouses', and doing his part in destroying one seriously massive tank.
Seriously, if a third tank explodes in his face, he's going to go wacko. Dayumn.
But at least he's met up with someone who could be perceived as an ally. Not that he's had much past experience with him, but war tends to make some of these decisions for people. And so far, so good. This is the next logical area to cover and do what he can to help, so... here they are.
"Because for as many trained fighters live in Southtown, there's too many defenseless civilians to leave to this mayhem? Because it's our duty as those with the capability to protect the people who can't? Because the carnage and wreckage has to be stopped?"
Domino flashes his amethyst eyes to Zach with an impish grin. "Spite?"
When he looks forward again, he spies the very loud 'STFU' sign and comes to a halt. One... uh... rifle-toting clown, apparently, is spied, along with Angel. He comes to an immediate halt and nods ahead. "Gun," he marks. "And I'm guessing she's with him. Dang." His expression twists into an irritated mini-scowl. "Why do the really gorgeous ones have to be with the badguys?"
Angel is the type of person who doesn't mind working with a partner. Though it never really hurts that the partner in question be one she's really familiar with; so to straighten the pace a little sometimes she's forced to.. You know.. Get familiar with her partners in her own little way. The 'handler' perhaps expects Angel to be pleased with his reaction, but the truth is.. She isn't. ".. Uhh.." she replies, white brows tilting upward, and she could only just shake her head in shame. Well, with that she sets her hands on her hips, seeming pretty ignorant of the wrestler's or the bustah-wolf prodigal's arrival and a bit more focused on the man that's dared turn his back on her. With a 'hup', she springs and flips off of the shoddily balanced objects that quickly (and loudly) clatter to the ground. "Bobo," is his only warning before she attempts to drop her weight onto her 'handler's back, her arms to quickly wrap around his throat into a sleeper hold. Dropping to her feet, she shuffles to turn him 180 degrees and leans backward to force him to look up at the sign once more, "Look, read /all/ the letters. You go on the internet, right, Bobo? Read'em out loud and theeen you laugh, ok? Are we on the same page here?"
An aghast expression creeps upon the handler's face, having realized he might of said the wrong thing. A moment later he's in a chokehold, which causes him to drop his rifle. It bounces away, and he pulls at her wrist while the other paws at the air in a frantic manner. He's gone completely limp, but Angel has no difficulty keeping him up despite the added weight of his armour. "Ghhhack!! Hrrrk!!" 'STFU'. He doesn't get it. He is a message board virgin, who had to cut his usage upon NESTS conscription. It's all monitored, and he's not dared leak any information to them. "Hrrrgh... brrrgh..." Angel doesn't care if he doesn't know. She'll strangle him until he either finds out, or passes out. God, he's sick of passing out. He's got to figure a way out of this. Ah! People! "...intruderzzzz..." he gacks, pointing towards Drake and Zach. It's really just blind luck they actually are. He'd sic her on a group of girl scouts right now if it'd save him.
"That's just how it goes," Zach replies to Drake. "Gospel according to Bond, I think." Zach frowns as he watched Angel choke the poor handler out, a faint breeze whipping around the psycho-powered janitor. "Though the in-fighting might make our work a bit easier, y'think?" Zach asks.
Glen closes his eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath before letting it out slowly. "Gimme a moment to get warmed up," the purple haired fighter says. "I'll be with you in a moment."
Without more preamble than that, violet energy erupts from around the short fighter, whipping around him like a tightly controlled hurricane!
COMBATSYS: Zach has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Zach gathers his will.
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Sigh.
"Guess that makes sense." But don't think Domino's happy about it! The in-fighting -is- a bit amusing, though. Still... he supposes it -is- a chance to move in and make sure everything's safe'n secure. After all, these two could be made to talk!
So hoping to capitalize on a situation, Domino leaves Zach behind and dashes ahead. Though he doesn't go for the newly-unarmed man. Heck, that's probably playing into their favor. Instead, he's going for the girl who apparently has some wrestling finesse. Who knows, tangling could be heroic -and- fun!
Leading in with a sharp elbowjab aimed for her ribs to take her by surprise, Domino attempts to grab her arms and restrain them behind her back in a sharp full nelson.
"Ease up there, beautiful," he says with a small grin. "Wouldn't wanna damage those looks of yours."
COMBATSYS: Drake has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Angel has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Invader2 has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Invader2 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Drake
COMBATSYS: Drake successfully hits Angel with Rapid Grapple.
- Power hit! -
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Invader2 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Drake
"'Hrrrgh.. Brrgh'??" Angel repeats in an astonished tone, almost as if giving the hope that she'd take that as an acceptable answer! On the other hand, she doesn't really seem to have much choice, does she, because while she doesn't seem to entirely believe there are intruders, she looks over her shoulder anyway and low and behold! ".. Oh wow. Good eyes!"
It had been a little quiet, after all, Angel could certainly use the entertainment, she greeting the fighters taking the offensive with a wave of one hand, but then her hold is torn right away and instead creativly countered into another- Which doesn't quite work in her favor. "Oof! Ow! Y- You got me, you got me.." Angel quickly concedes, her shoulders trying to relax after getting shaken up by a surprisingly painful amount of.. Pain there. Her visable eye half-lids though as she looks over her shoulder to Drake and wiggles her hips in his general direction, "See I surrender, so you'll let me go, right? Pretty please?"
Well, we know better than that, don't we? Angel didn't really give up there, in fact she's lightly swinging her left leg forward, and then sharply snaps it back with the intent of driving her leg right up between Drake's to slip herself free.
The moment he's released, Bobo swandrives across the ground. His real name is David Bobinski. But the moment Angel heard it, she gave him that horrible moniker. For a few moments he just pants, considering pretending he's already defeated. But it seems his partner is being attacked by someone. K9999 will dissect him with tentacles if he lets her be hurt. Oh, the horror. How many times has that man shaken poor David around, breaking various bones?! His life is hell! Catching the rifle, he gets to his feet, and then approaches Drake from behind. Trying to slam the butt of his weapon into the back of his head, rather hard. "Hand's off! No touching!" he offers, still a touch breathless.
Zach watches the rapid exchange between the three fighters as his power whips around him. He frowns slightly, and then opts to let Drake have his choice of opponents. With that, Glen blasts forward, barrelling towards Bobo. He grins a bit as he slides to a halt inches from the @emit
Zach watches the rapid exchange between the three fighters as his power whips around him. He frowns slightly, and then opts to let Drake have his choice of opponents. With that, Glen blasts forward, barrelling towards Bobo. He grins a bit as he slides to a halt inches from the NESTS soldier, one arm raised and pulled back.
"Heads up!" Zach yells as he drives an arcing hammer-blow into the back of Bobinski's helmeted head!
COMBATSYS: Drake blocks Angel's Light Kick.
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Angel 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Zach
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Invader2 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Drake
COMBATSYS: Drake dodges Invader2's Fierce Punch.
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Angel 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Zach
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Invader2 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Drake
"Good girl, good girl," Domino encourages. "Now, if you-.. what're you-" He doesn't have enough time to finish the question. The leg whips back, and his knees tilt in to prevent her and her boots from smashing anything particularly painful. Just shins here! But that's enough to get him to let her go with a little wince.
The yell behind him, breathless as it is, gets Domino's attention. He catches the movement from the corner of his eyes, and he weaves low and to the side, leaving the weapon to bash nothing. Fortunately, it appears that Zach is on top of that guy, leaving him with the girl.
Said girl will suddenly find a pair of hands lashing out in an attempt to grab ahold of her from behind again, arms seeking to loop around her stomach to clutch her back against him again. "Don't run off too quick, darlin'."
Suddenly, Domino twists around and bridges back into a German suplex, aiming to hammer the girl's head and shoulders against the ground. Curiously enough, a wispy white 'shadow' traces after his movements. But the attack doesn't end there. Still gripping her, Domino rolls over her to stand again and bridge back, driving her down again in a second German suplex.. then a third! Following that hit, however, Domino remains bridged to hold her against the ground while the white 'shadow' suddenly sweeps beneath her.
Promptly, the coalesced white EXPLODES into a vertical geyser of sparkling white energy, all whilest Domino holds her in place to force her to endure it.
COMBATSYS: Angel blocks Drake's Whiteout.
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Angel 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Zach
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Invader2 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Drake
"Oh rats.." Angel grumbles to herself. Darn prettyboys and their quick reflexes. Lower lip drawing to a pout, she's taking perhaps a little too long to figure out her next move, but hey look at that! By merely thinking, she's slipped free of the wrestler! Though perhaps her partner's help has something to do with it as well, "Aoo! My hero!" Angel cries to her partner, the curvy gal clapping her hands twice..
And has to deal with Drake again already? He manages to get a hold of her, and when he pulls back her right leg jerks back to lock around one of his own, stopping his suplex dead at first, playfully nudging the wrestler back. He tries a second time, and with a giggle her opposite leg is used to block the suplex, "Tsk! If all you want is a hug, I mean, I'm ok with that! Just let me turn around, an- Oop!" the third seems to hit, though in mid-toss her palms slap onto the ground leaving her in a very sloppy handstand, but the burst of chi she's not entirely ready for; she yelps as the explosion tosses her away, the most she can do being to roll with the attack and once to her feet, teeters a touch.
She points to her partner, "Bobo!!" she cries, pointing out in warning.
And in the blink of an eye, a blurr of black, Angel is sliding low on the ground toward Drake, and scissor kicks her legs out to try and tangle with the wrestlers. She's not looking to play footsie, however, she's going for a scissor-hold, in which she'd twist her hips and force him to fall onto his side. The follow-up would be quick, as she pushes the man onto his stomach and would bend his legs about the knees to wrap them about her own, grab his wrists and then fall backward to hoist him in the air and bend him good! "Hey! Bobo! Bobo look! I'm gonna do a Mexican Surfboard, get it? Lookie!" Actually, there isn't really anything to get there if you're culture strict!
COMBATSYS: Zach successfully hits Invader2 with Fierce Punch.
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Angel 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Zach
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Invader2 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Drake
"Heads what?" Bobo attempted to mull out, before he's then donkeypunched by Zach. His face rockets forward, hitting the ground hard enough to dent it. Sadly, his helmet got knocked clear off somewhere between point A and B, bouncing to a rest at Angel's feet, with the visor housing his :) face now cracked down the middle. Were she to spare a look for her partner, he's in a rather impressive pool of blood, writhing in agony. "Hrrgh!!" Okay, he rather prefers Angel at this point. It feels like an atom bomb just went off in his head. David doesn't like atom bombs. Lethargic, he plucks up his weapon and then levels it towards Zach, firing off a spray of high velocity rounds in his general direction as he makes a retreat. He can only see a lot of red and vague outlines. Hopefully it hits something vital!
COMBATSYS: Zach overcomes Hot Lead Injection from Invader2 with Ka-Psi-Ne Ate EX.
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Invader2 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Drake
Zach staggers for a moment under the recoil of his strike, almost faceplanting himself before slapping a palm on the ground. This gives him enough time to get his feet under him, and look up in time to see Bobo level that wicked looking rifle his way.
Zach's whole body pulls upright in an almost whip-like motion, as he brings his hands above his head. "KASANE ATE!" sounds across the parking lot as Zach whips his torso forward and his arms downward. Three layered sheets of violet violence slash forth from above, smashing the bullets into the ground even as they crash towards the NESTS soldier...
COMBATSYS: Drake counters Red Sky of Japanezia from Angel with Star Breaker.
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Angel 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Zach
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Invader2 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Drake
Domino grunts with the strain of trying to administer the suplex on the girl, and... her comments aren't making things any less entertaining for him. For sure, he's taking it seriously, but it's astoundingly ironic that this girl, attractive as she is, is also a skilled wrestler -and- flirty is just too much! But when he finally manages to bring her down into the German suplex and the geyser blasts, Domino rolls over into a crouch to observe her.
Her, on her feet still. "Dagg, chicca." S'all he has to say to that.
Then, in she comes with the leg-scissor. It seems as though Domino's just going to let her proceed with it or is simply too sluggish, not budging at all when she surges forth... but neither is true. As her weight distribution shifts in the attempted scissor-hold, Domino's arms shoot out to catch her. Left arm hooks behind her shoulders, and the right arm grabs her beneath her left leg. He rises to his full height and suddenly jerks her unbalanced body above his head in a benchpress momentarily, before dropping down to a knelt position, SMASHING the girl's back across his upturned knee. The left hand sets under her chin for a moment, keeping her body taut long enough to slam his right elbow into the center of her unprotected stomach. That right hand then sets to her left leg, both hands pushing down to arch her body backwards in a linked-up submission hold, preventing the girl from curling up in recoil to the elbowshot.
"So ya like roughhousing, doll?," Domino muses to her. The arms pump down harder to ramp up the pain. "You proven you've got skill! So just tap out when you're ready to submit!"
Seeing as how that blasted soldier-guy hasn't interrupted his impromptu match-up with this girl, Domino's pretty confident that Zach's doing his job well. So he remains focused on her and trying to maintain the hold.
There was little doubt in Angel's mind that her opponent was skilled; if anyone asked her of course she was being serious! But why not have a little fun while you're at it, right? Angel was more than certain she had Drake where she wanted him but.. Well, that thought ended in a hurry when his impressive display of strength and technique proves to be her undoing. The moment her back slams against his knee, Drake may have felt a tingle in his knee as if he had smashed his funny-bone! Well.. Only it's in the knee, not the elbow. That's one strong back she's got?? "NNNnggh... Ooof!" Flexible as she may be, Angel isn't in a very good spot at the moment, though she pauses in her struggling of pain to notice that her partner is down on the ground and appears to be in a considerable amount of pain.
No one can say Angel doesn't have a heart, for a fraction of a second Angel looks like she's seriously concerned. ".. That was the most ass 'Power Wave' I have ever seen in my life." ... "Ow ow!! Stop it, I'll have a wardrobe malfuntion if this keeps up, sir! I'll play house if you'd like!"
Well, she wouldn't reeeeally be embarassed but that isn't the point; and the hold really does hurt; for the moment the best 'counter' she can pull out of her hat is using those legs of hers again; once she gathers up the will she snaps it upward and attempts to smash her foot right into Drake's temple. "But /I/ get to be the wifebeating husband, not you!" assuming the kick connects and she can slip free with a wince, she doesn't do anything fancy. She just tries to punch him in the mush afterward.
COMBATSYS: Invader2 endures Zach's Ka-Psi-Ne Ate EX.
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Angel 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Zach
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Invader2 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Drake
Ow. Owowow. Hapless David is still in a world full of hurt. To see his bullets overcome by some stupid looking wash of flame is just too much. He roars out his defiance, rushing through the wash of psionic fire, obscuring his movements. "TAKE THIS!" he bellows in the general direction of Drake, attempting to aid his partner by suddenly hefting up his weapon. Pumping the bottom of the rifle, he fires off a shotgun slug, the air shrieking out dischord from the penetrating power behind the assault. A steaming shell sizzles away, before he launches off another one towards the wrestler, only then moving to keep better tabs on Zach. Things are going bad. Very bad indeed. "...uh... um..." How can he properly inspire her? "I,If we lose, we'll be late for dinner at the opera with K9999..." he tries, somewhat lamely.
Zach growls as the Invader changes targets. That's not how things are supposed to go! Really! Zach, perhaps all too predictably, charges Bobo in a flash of energy. Glen attempts to close with the armored trooper's back, before snaking an arm under Bobo's shooting arm.
Should he accomplish that, Zach will throw his hip into Bobo's back in an attempt to toss the larger man to the pavement before slamming a psycho-powered palm strike into Bobo's torso. It will be flashy, and it'll hurt Bobo more than a little bit...
COMBATSYS: Angel successfully hits Drake with Strong Punch.
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Invader2 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Drake
COMBATSYS: Invader2 successfully hits Drake with I Know Gun-Fu.
Grazing Hit
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The impact -is- notably curious. Domion's hit plenty of people with backbreakers before, and that's the first time it's ever felt like -that-. Almost hurt. Dang. But the kick is enough to jostle her free, and the punch hits pretty hard. He's knocked off balance by it with a wince, right into the incoming path of the trooper's gunfire. It's by the grace of finely tuned reflexes that Domino manages to twist out of the way of the full brunt of the blasts, with the slugs ripping across his shoulder.
Right hand sets to the left shoulder, now bleeding, and Domino's amethyst eyes are narrowed into slits. First on the gunman, but Zach seems to be getting on top of that again. Good. The eyes are the turned onto Angel, and he shakes his head. "Your boy there made me bleed." He hisses a little, the sting of a new, exposed wound pestering him. Been a while since he's been shot. "You'll have to pardon me if my mood's a little sour now."
Domino's hand pulls away from the shoulder, and he leads in with a harsh kick aimed for Angel's stomach to double her up. If successful, he hooks his arms around her midsection to flip her up onto his shoulders, and promptly powerbomb her down against the ground.
COMBATSYS: Drake successfully hits Angel with Improvised Grapple.
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Angel 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Zach
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Invader2 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Drake
The NESTS bombshell is rather shocked that she has her hands full here; she had to admit, she just wasn't expecting Drake to be so skilled he'd be able to keep up with her.. So far he's doing a lot more the keeping up! Though damn if she isn't worried about her Invader pal, sure they're indespensable, but that one was hers, dammit! Hers to call her own! Despite this, Drake is flashed a brilliant smile, "What're you so mad for, wrestlers bleed all the time, don't be a din- Ugh!"
In her moment of trashtalkin' it'd appear the kick to the gut and the driver that follows is just what the doctor ordered, with a grunt of pain she sort of bounces off of the concrete and slumps onto her side while rubbing the back of her neck, "Ow, jesus.."
Though you know what's cool? Cool is that her precious 'Bobo' is going so far, he really tries his hardest there to fire up some inspiration and she can easily see that. Still, though, that really was bad. "HOLY SHIT!" Angel suddenly blurts, hopping to her feet, "It's going to be my hide if we're late, take a breather or something, partner, I got this!"
You can almost see the flames in her eyes, though suddenly her stance shifts, no more wrasslin' for her, it just isn't working! Instead she has sort of a boxers hussle going on, her feet quickly shuffle as she steps in and with a grunt and a stomp, she attempts to slug Drake in the gut with a straight punch, a ring of chi bursting from her feet along the ground. This is followed by an uppercut with the opposite hand, said fist seeming to briefly erupt with a lick of chi, "K9999 totally digs the Phantom too, I know, he told me!"
COMBATSYS: Invader2 blocks Zach's Charged Combo.
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Angel 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Zach
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Invader2 1/-----==/=======|=======\=------\1 Drake
"H,he totally does!!" David huffs out, blood leaking from various orifices. He has a concussion at least. He's never been punched that hard before, and this is the man who's been on the wrong side of tentacles more then once. Of course now Zach is opting to intervene again. An opponent he is pretty helpless against; who'd of thought that some nameless gumbie would be unable to defeat a hero that oozes some bizarre energy? SOMEONE isn't following a script. "Stop hitting me!!" he shrieks towards Zach, in a shrill manner that brooks no argument. He tries to run around Domino and Angel to make it more difficult to get to him. And then attempt to catch the model in a chokehold from behind, and hurl him in a genuinely talented one-armed throw to try and deposit him face-first upon the ground. "H,help Angel!! That, that guy's kicking my ass!! I wanna switch!!"
Zach rolls his eyes as Bobo once more goes for Drake. "Oh fer..." Zach growls as he once again fires up the Durm and Strang of his capabilities. "Lemme get something cooked up right quick," Zach hollers at Drake as he throws open some mental doors.
Purple light splashes across the parking lot like a strobe light as Zach does what he does so well: generate obscene amounts of psychic energy. The more for beating people up with!
COMBATSYS: Zach gathers his will.
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Invader2 1/-----==/=======|=======\=------\1 Drake
COMBATSYS: Drake blocks Angel's Repunkamui.
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COMBATSYS: Invader2 successfully hits Drake with Judo Toss.
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Following the powerbomb, Domino raises slowly back to his full height. "Kind'a language isn't befitting a beautiful young lady," he chides dryly.
The stance shift is, however, noted. That's not very typical of wrestling. Not any kind of wrestling he's familiar with, anyway. She closes in and launches the attacks, the first one hitting hard enough. He grunts and doubles over, but has the wits enough to bring his forearms up and absorb the shock of the second blow. The chi snaps against him, however, which gets a small wince.
It's pretty good at distracting him, however. Domino finds himself grabbed, and those rich amethysts widen in a cartoony manner. He finds himself flipped over, and he lands flat on the ground with a THUD.
Faceplanted, Domino has the following to input: "Ow."
But he's gritting his teeth and pushing back up to his full height. Visibly weakened at this point, Domino's stance is at a slouch, one hand on his knee. He marks the trooper with a dirty look and points at his eyes, then the trooper. That statement made, he turns his attention onto Angel.
Domino pivots over into a sudden, spinning hook kick launched with the left foot, aimed to smash against the side of her head to jar her. Following this, he rushes in to drive his knee into her stomach to double her over again. That done, the girl's head will be tucked between his legs, and his arms grip her about the stomach to hoist her into piledriver position. Without a moment's further delay, the arms compress around her stomach to begin an inverted bearhug. This continues until his arms have crushed as tight as they can go... and then some. He means to grind the girl's stomach until he can feel her damned spine.
But then he takes to flight, maintaining the grip. Yes, to flight. He leaps rather high into the air, ascending in a series of forward flips and rapidly gaining momentum. By the time they're on the descent, the two have blurred into a single opaque swirl of motion. Finally, Angel's head is driven against the ground, backed up with their combined bodyweights, the elevation of the jump, and the pent-up momentum of the flips.
COMBATSYS: Angel blocks Drake's Total Eclipse.
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Angel 1/------=/=======|=======\==-----\1 Zach
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Invader2 1/----===/=======|=------\-------\0 Drake
Angel hears the cries, the cries of the masses begging for the sweet release of mercy! ".. Aw geez, are you serious? Well.. Let it not be said that I've never wife-swapped when asked." Angel snaps back to the Davidest with the.. Most..est.. Drake won't let her go so easy though, even with the other man taking his concentration for a moment, perservernce wins out! "Hey, for the record, I ain't the lady, 'dear', you are! I'm the wifebeatin' husband, and I'm pissed!"
Cripes, what is happening! Drake is moving fast, and Angel has to think -faster- when dealing with this complex technique! The kick meets her head (OUCH) but a cross of her arms fends the knee that follows but she's still doubled-over, and as a result is placed right where he wants her, "Eek!!" she squeals, her hips shaking once more as Drake hoists, her legs kick and she drops to the ground again. And then out of nowhere she just stands up, flipping the wrestler right up into the air and turns around, making a v-sign over her eyes. "Oh ho ho~."
Fearlessly Angel drives unward. Not intimidated by that massive rush of power, and a bit of a crazy look in her eyes, the bombshell runs and does not stop! Her stance shifts again, she leaps up into the air and intends to plant the flat of her foot right in the capped boys face, "OH!!" once she lands she then shoots up her other foot, laying on the pressure with Chun-style kicks, mainly toward the opposite side of his skull, "Make it rain!!"
"Alright... alright... I can take you." David states towards Drake, thumbing his nose and trying to shrug some feeling back into his shoulders. He drops a clip from his rifle and then slams in a new one, shifting his stance in a suitably aggressive fashion. Now that Angel is running headlong into a world of pain, he can deal with the significantly less dangerous Drake! What a fool he is. There's no escape from pain. Even if they win, Angel is going to sit on him and give him a redbelly. That's just the kind of life Boblowski is destined to live. One encounter after another. "Bring it!!" he roars towards the model, beating his chest with the rifle and spitting blood to the side. At least he has high hopes!
COMBATSYS: Invader2 focuses on his next action.
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Angel 1/------=/=======|=======\==-----\1 Zach
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Invader2 1/----===/=======|=------\-------\0 Drake
COMBATSYS: Zach endures Angel's Heavy Kick.
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Angel 1/-----==/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Zach
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Invader2 1/----===/=======|=------\-------\0 Drake
Zach looks skyward to see Angel crashing down on him. He grins as he braces under the impact, not to reduce the effects of the attack so much as make the next move just that much easier. A loud, meaty sound can be heard as Angel's kick crash down on Zach's collar and shoulders. Those are going to be some nasty bruises in the morning.
"Gotcha," Zach says as he brings back a single fist. Purple energy surrounds the hand, coalescing into a large, armored gauntlet. "BUSTER!" Zach drives the mailed fist towards Angel's midsection, releasing all of the built-up energy in an unsurprisingly large blast. "WOLF!"
That... was not even remotely how the Total Eclipse is supposed to go. It's supposed to mash the girl's head flat, and.. and do all kinds of horrible things to her physiologically. BAH!
Tumbling over her back, Domino lands in a crouch behind her, somewhat annoyed by the bust. Oh, he'll tag her back for that one. Can bet on that. But he has Captain Commando over there calling him out. And Zach's apparently changed targets on him. Ah, oh well.
Whilst Angel is occupied with Zach, Domino rushes for the trooper who's making a huge spectacle of himself. He hops into the air and suddenly thrusts both boots out at the man's chest to ram him against the building hard enough to hopefully bank him off again to drop beside him, whereupon Domino attempts to grab his right arm to yard on it upright in an armbar while his left knee presses against the man's back to keep him down.
COMBATSYS: Invader2 interrupts Rebound Grapple from Drake with Bonebreaker.
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Angel 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Zach
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Invader2 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Drake
Thank god. It worked. David's finally no longer trying to survive blasts of hellish psionic energy. He's really much more sturdy then one might assume, at least in other avenues. There's being a spectacle, and then there's attempting to set someone up. Grasping his rifle in both hands, he twists to point his hip towards Domino, taking the kick there instead. And then swinging with all his might, impacting the model in the face. Knocking him out of the air rather cleanly, and hopefully causing some aesthetic damage!! Afterwards, he drops down, slamming his elbow into Domino's chest, throwing all his weight into the motion. "Ha!! Yeah, what now!!" he huffs out, a bit too happy that he's finally able to do more then struggle vainly!
COMBATSYS: Angel fails to counter Burst Strike from Zach with Unknown Victim Consciousness.
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Angel 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Zach
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Invader2 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Drake
COMBATSYS: Angel can no longer fight.
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Invader2 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Zach
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That's the price one pays for tangling with one who knows how to deal with their grapples. The difference between his skill and her own, of course, being that his is probably more effective in the long run offensivly. But we're getting ahead of ourselves here! ".. Oh my God! Wh- Are you serious??" the platinum blonde cries after Zach takes the bigtime blow like a professional! Angel is truly shocked, however she sees that he's got more in store.
And she grins wolfishly. Fitting for the situation. "Hmmn, what do you mean you got me?" as his hand draws toward the ground, she's looking to intercept it and she misses. She misses really really hard, and it hurts. Oh god does it hurt so much she can't even believe it! For a moment the girl is lost in the massive wave of chi, after being belted and she goes flying backward, smashes right against the news doors with such force that it bursts inward, and then that's it. "Th.. That.. That explains so much.. Oh god.." she groans.
She doesn't come back out. And she is so going to need a drink after this.
It was not chi that delivered that insane amount of pain, but the power of a soul determined to fight for those who couldn't fight for themselves. Zach shakes his fist loose as he whistles in Angel's general direction. "Hit her harder than I thought," Zach mutters with a slight wince before turning towards Bobo. Glen considers for a moment.
"Oi," Zach calls over to the armored goon. "I think I hurt your friend pretty badly," the psychic states. "So I'm going to make you a one-time deal. Take her and get the heck out of here. We'll let you both go if you just take her and go." Zach attempts to normalize his breathing a bit as the purple glow and sparkling around him starts to die down a bit. "But you better choose quickly. I think you pissed my friend there off a bit."
COMBATSYS: Zach takes no action.
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Invader2 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Zach
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WHAM.
The gun strikes Domino's head with a spray of blood. That hurt. A lot. The supermodel hits the ground, dazed, only for the entirety of Mr. Bobo's weight to plummet with an elbowdrop. This gets a yelp of pain, then a groan as Domino pulls to the side and onto all fours. Zach's offer doesn't even register in Domino's mind. His looks have been damaged - beyond what that grazing bullet did already. He is not pleased. "Dude..." His head turns to spit out a bit of blood, which has begun trickling from the corner of his lips. "..You're dead." That's all there is to it.
Domino hops back up to his feet and makes a grab for the trooper's neck. If caught, he simply pivots over and drives the man's face against the ground. Hard. He'll take notice of what's happened to the pretty girl in a minute. Right now, his attention is strictly focused on Ye Bobo.
COMBATSYS: Invader2 fails to interrupt Medium Throw from Drake with Killing Field.
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Invader2 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Zach
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"Alright... alright..." huffs out the hapless David, holding up his hand towards Zach in a halting manner. "I don't care if you take it... just--" Oh, snap. It looks like Domino is intent on sealing the deal. Some people take such brutal measures PERSONALLY it would seem! He swishes his head towards the encroaching healer, attempting to stammer out some kind of apology. "I-I WAS JUST DEFENDING MYSELF!! GET BACK!!" Bringing up his weapon, he starts to pull the trigger, but he's grasped by the neck; bullets zip into the air, hitting a lot of nothing, before he's slammed upon the ground. Hard. He lets out a dull grunt, blood dripping from his rather harshly treated face, beginning to get back up. "Not... lettin' you... kill us..." he hisses out, attempting to keep them both in sight!! ...Well, 'us' is relative. If Angel dies, he dies!
Zach lets out a sigh as Drake continues to lay into David. "Guess that decides it then," he says. then David starts the spray-and-pray. Those bullets could have hurt folks. "Yeah," he growls. "No more Mister Nice Guy." Zach holds out both hands, close together as if gripping a softball.
More of that psionic energy spins into existance as it forms multiple spirals encased in a sphere. Some of the spins seem to counter others, but all it really does is add to the force encapsuled in such a small space. "Time to say good night, buster."
Zach charges forward, driving that mass of energy directly into David's midsection. "IMPULSE FLARE!"
Models are a strange type. Eccentric, even.
"Hah! You guys come into this town to lay waste to property and innocent people, then you go and do -this- to me?," Domino demands, pointing a finger dramatically to his face. Poor bleeding face that it is, blood trickling from the nose and a corner of his mouth, "And you expect -mercy-!? Hell, you're dangerously insane just for thinking that!"
Zach's movement is caught from the corners of his eyes, and the hint of a smile tugs on his lips. He'll attempt to coordinate with Zach as best as he can. Whether he's fixing to blast him or punch, he's fairly certain his explosive partner isn't going to be aiming too high.
The moment Zach starts to move in, Domino jumps over the gunner's head. As he passes by, his body torques over to launch an aerial mule kick at the back of his skull.
COMBATSYS: Zach successfully hits Invader2 with Impulse Flare.
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COMBATSYS: Invader2 fails to interrupt Light Kick from Drake with Trick Shot.
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COMBATSYS: Invader2 can no longer fight.
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Well, this is it for poor Bobo. He tries his hardest, oh he truly does. When Zach rushes forward, he maneuvers himself backwards, ejecting his magazine and allowing it to clatter between his feet. A new one is slammed home and the first round chambered, but that's when all he knows is pain. Horrible, horrible pain. Drake's speech was mostly heard, but it's instantly forgotten in that hellish agony. Twisting, a few rounds are fired towards the vague notion that is the encroaching model, before he's slammed in the back of his head. Swandiving forward, he clatters to the ground, weapon skidding off. Still. Deathly still. The poor starcrossed lovers, or forced lovers, or whatever the heck they are, are now thoroughly defeated!
Hmmn. Just how dead -is- Angel anyway? Is she on the path to heaven, destined to never return to the mortal plane ever again? Soul destined to drift in the space sea of psychic energy for eternity? Is this the nail in the coffin of NESTS most promising fighter? Ever?
Oh of course not.
There's a streak of black that races from the locale's busted down entrance and, "OOf!" then grins to Mr. Bobinski as he, instead of landing on the ground, instead falls against the curvy agents back. She may look pretty bad, but wow, not nearly as bad as her partner, "Wow, sucks to be you, huh? Hey tell you what.." she spits out some blood from her mouth. "I'll take you to my place, patch you up, and we'll just keep this unfortunate event out little secret, ok?"
With that she stands up, piggybacking her best friend for the day and snaps a hand forward to point to the dynamic duo, "So, you think you have us beaten, do you? Ha! Hah! Face my final attack!" ...
She turns around and runs away.
Zach skids to a stop after delivering that hellacious strike. He can't recover his balance quite in time to do anything about Angel and Bob beating the rapid retreat, but then again, he may not want to. He glances over at Drake.
"Looks like we got things done here," Zach says as he pulls himself upright. "You okay?" Zach takes a moment to trying and normalize his breathing. He has no idea what he'll find waiting inside, and having his strength handy will be a good thing.
Domino simply has to land before any other course of action can be taken, for his ilk have not yet learned to fly. But the moment he turns around, he finds that girl lugging Mr. Triggerhappy. She makes her challenge, and Domino balls up his fists, chambering them defensively and at the ready!
And off she goes.
Domino remains standing there for a few seconds, poised and blinking after them. "..Woot?"
A look is shot to Zach, and Domino grudgingly draws his forearm across his upper lip and nose in hopes of wiping away the blood. It doesn't work so much - more still seeps. "I'll live," he sniffs indignantly.
"Let's see what they were loitering around on though, eh?" Domino turns to the now apparently-destroyed entrance, easing himself inside to evaluate the situation as cautiously as he can manage. If bad things are lurking in here, he's probably just crap out of luck, having given his all to the battle outside.
COMBATSYS: Zach has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Drake has ended the fight here.
Log created on 18:25:45 03/14/2009 by Drake, and last modified on 20:15:23 03/26/2009.