Description: Cross Shadaloo, and you pay the piper sooner or later. No matter who you are. Adon's interference in the YFCC operation does not go unnoticed, nor shall it go unpunished. A team composed of the calculating doll Marz and the vicious Devil of Koga is sent to hunt down the Jungle Emperor of Muay Thai and communicate the error of his ways. Can Adon stand against these assassins?
"And then, with a SCREAM, she CALLED ME the GOD of MUAY THAI!"
Peals of laughter erupted from the small Chinese resteraunt. The building was not abandoned, that was for sure. The family that owned it refused to back down despite the forces of Shadaloo and NESTS bearing down on them. There was limited else they were willing to do. This was their home. So they sat out, preparing to fight anyone who came by.
And then came Adon and his men.
The Emperor of Muay Thai had some diplomatic skill. And where that failed, he could scream really loudly. He eventually... convinced the elderly couple to host his entourage. After all, he was helping Southtown. Indirectly, yes. But in hunting down victims for Neo-League, he had to tear through Shadaloo and NESTS. In a way, he was a hero. And to that, his men were being fed. His ten men were guarding the streets and upper floor of the building, keeping an eye out for any thugs or ruffians in the empty street around it. Inside, Adon was entertaining his own two guests: Joe, the cameraman who filmed all of his fights, and Alfred, the drunken judge who was busy fulfilling the role of the first trait as he waited to handle the second. After telling one of his many raunchy Muay Thai stories, he was busy tipping back another boil of hot and sour soup. Another night. Another feast. Nothing could ruin this.
"This is Marz. Target acquired."
It was just five simple words, spoken into her radio headset, but it meant so much. It meant, amongst other things, that Adon's night was about to be ruined, for instance. Primarily, though, it meant that this job might finally be coming to an end.
It takes an awful lot for Marz to find herself disliking the jobs she was assigned by Vega. The tasks were of the utmost importance, whether it was killing someone- rare, for the support doll, but not entirely unheard of- to going over the waste disposal figures for Shadaloo and ensuring that they were kept in order, Marz was most at home with facts and figures, and least at home in the field, but she knew that sometimes, field operations were necessary.
... but was this monster?
Marise had killed half a dozen people since Marz had been paired with her, and none of them- in Marz's eyes- really deserved death. Half of them seemed to be killed entirely at random. This bloodthirsty monster did not know the meaning of 'commensurate force.' And that disgusted her more than anything else. It was wasteful. Inelegant. It brought unwanted attention. It was pain inflicted for the sake of inflicting pain.
Marz had voiced her distaste in her usual, quiet, calm fashion- Marise was the superior force in this equation, and needed to be placated. So she had accepted the mockery, the casual insults, the humiliation, and the shame that had been visited on her. She had simply thrown herself into the task with greater intensity. She wanted this to be over, please. Thank you very much Lord Vega, yes, this being had some skill, yes, it was being leashed and kept ... well, if not under control, directed in a manner that suited Shadaloo proper, but did she really have to guard it herself?
She watches the chinese restaurant through infrared goggles, from the building opposites roof. Murmuring into her headset. "Ten guards. Four civilians. 'Jaguar'. Awaiting further instruction."
Sometimes, Devils just can't help themselves.
After years of being shackled down by the law and order of a working, well-run society.. The Devil finally has a chance to frolic and play. Just like in the good old days. Just like Thailand.
That Marise can visit butchery on such fat, lazy cattle ... She does not waste opportunities.
Besides, for once Marise can take it easy. This cute little doll seems to be modestly adroit at sleuthing out their quarry, and from what little she knows of this straw-hut king he is not the most stealthy of beings in the world. Considering the brazen rancor the ferocious man displayed roving about the town, the Devil knew she could play her little games on the side while this 'Marz' does the dirty work.
Its what little Jinzoningen are for after all. Wonderful time-saving devices that work and work for you, never complaining. No wonder they're all the rage, it seems, between NESTs and Shadaloo. Maybe she should have a few made for herself.. How much do they cost anyway? Of course, there is the little matter of them going rogue and defying their programming every so often. Questions for the future.
Certainly, the little toy voiced something approximating displeasure, but Marise completely ignored it with the blase nonchalance of ignoring an 'error' message on a web browser. If the Devil wants an opinion from the device, she'll give it to the thing. She's entirely too amused at its existence to be insulted.
"Aaaah.. Excellent." The Devil muses into the reciever, dangling before her lips awkwardly from pinched fingertips. The ancient creature never liked these modern contrivances. She grew something of a tolerance for such things in Blackjack on Miss Elle's insistence.. But she never grew to like them.
The Devil reclines casually upon the edge of a nearby building. The sloping frame of the Chinese-style roof supporting her languid symmetry. Sitting up slowly now as the game seems afoot.
Lets see, what to do.. what to do. Poison the guards drinks? Set fire to the building to lure them out? Wait until they're asleep and kill as many as they can before the Jaguar wakes up? All these plans are weighed about in her mind, the receiver swishing back and forth over her lips as her painted claws tap in sequence on the wooden roof beside her.
Then again, what good is having a pet if you don't make it work a little harder?
"Silence the guards on watch. Quietly please. We'll engage inside. The civilians and guards will get in his way when he claws through them to get to us. Khnn hnnn. Be aware.." The Devil silently rises to her bare feet, her shadowy form silhouetted against the rising moon amidst the smoking pillars in the ravaged Southtown skyline, "... Considering what we did to his country a year ago.. There may be lingering.. Resentment against us. This should be fun.. kyeh heh.."
At that, she tosses up the receiver and clutches it out of the air. Her figure fading away in a rush of motion.. The last steps of the hunt has begun..
"You know, Emperor? I always followed you on the circuits, but I never figured you really this great of a guy." Joe stated, chewing on a pot sticker. Like Adon, he chose to eat with his hands. After all, it was liberating. Adon just grins, leaning back in his chair as he hurls the bowl at the far wall. The sharp clatter alerts the guards outside, but they do nothing else.
The guards just roam around in their assigned pairs. They were wary. Some people considered them nothing more than thugs. But for Adon, they were trained Muay Thai warriors. They were competent in dealing with the local flora and fauna. But with the types of other warriors... well, there was a reason why they kept with the buddy system.
An elderly North Chinese Man shuffled out from the kitchen, keeping his head low. A dark ring rolled around his eye. Actively avoiding to look at Adon, he cleans up the bowl as the Emperor of Muay Thai answered his companion. "JOE! As the EMPEROR of MUAY THAI, KNOWING how to LIVE is the MOST IMPORTANT PART of the ANCIENT ART of MUAY THAI!" Adon pounds the table loudly, cackling loudly. "KYEE HAAAA HAA HEEEEE!"
"Order received. Suggestion: I am unlikely to be able to incapacitate these individuals without any sound, given their dispersion and geographical position. I estimate an eighty four per cent likelihood that I will be discovered by designation 'Jaguar' before the targets are silenced. Therefore, in order for our mission objective to be reached, I suggest that you stand ready to intercept him when he attacks me."
She says all this calmly, professionally, and quietly. And then she moves to act, because she knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that this stupid woman was going to do whatever it was she wanted to do, regardless of any advice that Marz gave her, and that this meant that she was going to have to follow through on the initial order. And that meant Adon was going to break her face.
Honestly. Did Marise really think she'd go out here without even checking Adon's psychological profile? Never mind that she was the one who had compiled the vast majority of that information to begin with!
The girl lands silently at the perimeter, and a split second later, one razor sharp knife is flung at the throat of one guard. The second will have a split second to react before Marz is on him, trying to be as fast and silent as she can, the doll's aim is to draw a second knife across his throat... but victims were so rarely easy in these kinds of situations, and though she was hoping to reduce the number of guards to eight... that was still eight more possible sets of eyes who might spot the flitting, diminutive assassin.
Sigh. There's that error message again.
Thankfully, this one can proceed without needing to be told twice, as the doll accurately reads the future and engages the previously ordered plan. The Devil does not bother to respond, but then Marz should be used to that by now.
Of course. It would be a poor idea to confuse wantonly wicked with ravingly stupid.
This Jaguar is a predator.
This is not a lamb they are hunting, but a dangerous beast with claws and savage will.
Marise can almost admire the man, regardless of the unfortunate low breeding he suffers. This beast will require teamwork to fell. Though the Devil hates all living things, she knows when to put that hatred aside and work together well enough to kill a greater champion.
That said, Marise is not so noble to take the first hit when helpful minions are there to do that for you.
As far as the location of the Devil, there is no sign. An uneasy sensation here.. A chilling presence there. A darkness slipping between the shadows between eye-blinks. A spidery thing skittering along walls, a serpentine body slithering through vents and ducts.
All the while, the rambunctious heart of the Jaguar beats strong.. Pulsing with glowing light amidst the tinier lights of the other living things in the room with him. Through walls, through darkness, she can see him. The very pit of his soul.
She can also see the tinier lights distantly, snuffing out one after the other as the Doll does as she is instructed.
Yesss.. Very good. Only a matter of time now until the Jaguar begins to notice something is amiss..
..And then will be the time to strike..
Adon notices absolutely nothing. He just continues to cackle loudly.
The cackling is heard as the guard catches the knife to his neck. The cackling is still going on when the guard's partner spots Marz. Immediately, he tries to launch off a flying knee before a knife to the throat fells him, too. Unfortunately for Marz, his war cry was an acceptable warning siren for everyone... Except Adon.
As three of the ground teams begin to move towards the sounds of the scream, Adon grabs Alfred's bottle from him, and tips it back. Alfred spits, and slurs out at the Emperor. "That's... that's a penalty. Don't make me... I dunno... give you a loss against... Athena or something..." Alfred closes his eyes to take a nap. Meanwhile, Adon slams the bottle on the table. From the second floor, the two remaining guards investigate the scream. Unlike the other six, they are not in a position to attack Marz or even locate her. However, they can warn Adon. Marz will have to deal with the six mooks rounding the corners. Marise, however, may be left with some more subtle work.
Marz has no trouble working alone. Her estimations, however, had been based on the fact that Adon might... actually be alert and expecting something like this. but that was why there was still a sixteen per cent chance that she might be able to pull off the requested action without him coming out to grab her. After all. Sometimes even the small chances pay off.
Six of them, and one Doll. Luckily for Marz, she /is/ a Doll, and even if she isn't the finest, she still has her training to back her up. The girl crouches, and spins, taking out the legs of one of the mooks, before she stands, and stomps heavily on his neck. Another knife flung in the direction of his partner, and already she is moving, to try and reach the next team, and, if she can manage that, her hand will blaze bright purple in the night, as it cleaves a sparkling trail through the center of each. She was exerting herself... quite a lot to manage this feat, mind you, but, she had her orders... and if all went according to plan, she had already made quite a dent in the guard forces.
Ah. It seems the Doll missed a spot.
The Devil watches the little blue candles snuffed out one after the other through the walls as the Jinzoningen plies her less exercised trade. One can't help but admire even the stodgy logistics expert of her genetic brood still knows how to fight with modest skill. How forward thinking of Vega.
Though, there appears to be two little loose ends on the upper floor. An unfortunate omission.. But easily rectified.
As the two Thai boxers move along the upper floor, hastening towards the scuffling sounds coming from the floor beneath, they likely do not hear the quiet slithering sound coming from the floor beneath them.
A feminine sigh, a whiskery voice teases at a passing guard. The alert man quickly turns to face the direction of the sound, wary and careful. His buddy likewise pauses and looks, if only for a moment.
Nothing. Only a small air vent along the floor.
With a mutter, the guard turns to continue moving for the stairwell. Shaking his head, dismissing the momentary distraction as nothing at all.
That is until his foot refuses to move.
Stumbling slightly, the guard hastily looks down with a quiet gasp.
A long black silken tendril winds itself around his ankle, stretching from the vent he was staring at moments ago.
An instant later he's on the floor, several dozen more of the black serpent-like lengths wind around him. Immediately binding his jaw shut and dragging him over..
His 'buddy' stares at this impossibility, mouth widening as he prepares to scream..
..Only for his lips to freeze silently, three long black needles impaled cleanly through his throat. Strong hands absently paw at his neck, eyes wide in shock.. before he silently slumps to the floor.
Not a sound ever reaches the floor beneath, as Marz finishes her works and Adon finishes his drink.
Adon finishes his drink with gusto as, like the falling rain, his entire falls with a delicate pitter-patter. His entire force was subdued now. If he was more aware, or even chose to escort his own men, he might have been all the much more safe now. Instead, he was chilling back, eating good food with two men only useful in the sense that he gets points dedicated to calling Adon the greatest warrior in the world.
Truly, he was in this for his ego.
The couple, however, is much more aware. They heard the scream. They saw Marz. By now, they were fleeing the streets. The threat was too great. They knew that, if they were lucky, their building might be standing in the morning. Adon was on his own. Him, Joe, and Alfred.
Adon slams the drink on the table, looking over at Alfred. "I SWEAR, ALFRED! You NEED to LEARN to HOLD YOUR DRINK BETTER. YOU! YOUR GUESTS DEMAND MORE FOOD!" Adon screams out at the kitchen, standing up.
"And MORE to DRINK!"
Marz straightens up, and retreats to a safe distance, tucking herself into the shadows as she murmurs into her headset. Honestly, the girl had been quite surprised by the result, but she wasn't going to complain. This was... good, right? Beating them was good? Except... it meant that her prediction had been off. Or, at least, the lesser chance had proven correct.
"The guards have been eliminated." She whispers, "I await your instruction."
... And that really is all there is to say. She was already reassessing her plans. There were many reasons why this could have been the case, but, it sounds like it may simply be... that Adon is drunk. In which case, executing the rest of the mission was not going to be as difficult as she had first anticipated. But, this could be an intricate trap.
... In which case, Adon had sacrificed ten men for no immediate gain. Cold.
The Devil, however, remains unsurprised at Adon's brazen character. Similarly, she does not place much stock in the apparent success of their mission thus far.
These peons were simply early warning devices. Though they could deal with riffraff easily enough, perhaps, they were never meant to deal with enemies such as they. All they did was theoretically give Adon a few moments to prepare himself. Disengage himself from women or drink in time for whatever true enemy came for him.
Similarly, the real difficult part of the mission has only now begun.
As the Devil reactivates the communicator, her voice echos softly, as if ensconced somewhere very close and narrow, "Excellent dear." A pause, listening to Adon's faintly muffled bellowing, "Move in through the kitchen. I believe the poor man is thirsty.. Do give him something to drink. Keh heh heh..."
Clicking the device off, the creature slithers on. Moving herself into position as well..
Not long now...
Adon growls. Those damn hosts. He was kind enough to offer them protection in exchange for food. And when the man was getting uppity, he was kind enough to only give him a single Muay Thai pimp slap. Which in turn, began that whole Muay Thai lovin' story. Now he was slow with the food. Adon growled again, with even greater intensity. Rising up from the table, he marched towards the kitchen. "One MINUTE! Let ME deal with OUR HOSTS! They do not KNOW HOW to take care of GUESTS!"
And to that, Adon forces himself into the kitchen, scanning the empty room with fierce, intense eyes. Where were those two?
Marz has long given up any hope, however tentative it was, that she might have escaped this mission without broken bones. So she simply does as she is told, and, as Adon forces himself into the kitchen, Marz stands framed in the doorway. For a moment, her eyes meet his, and she just looks... tired. She /knew/ how this fight was going to end. She was going to get obliterated, and then that damnedable woman would stroll in and mop up what was left of her with a mop, after dealing with a mildly inconvenienced Jaguar.
Oh well. May as well get to work.
"Good evening, Emperor of Muay Thai. You are far from home. Allow me to send you back there, piece by piece."
And with that said, Marz is suddenly coming forwards, she wasn't going to waste a moment longer, and, if she was going to do this, she was going to do it -right-. Which meant that she lunges forwards, and aims to plant a single, firm blow, directly in Adon's gut. She knew how well she threw this punch better than anything... and how Adon responded to it, was going to be a useful practical measure to see how she fared in comparison to this greater force.
COMBATSYS: Marz has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Marise has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Marise 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Marz
COMBATSYS: Adon has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Adon has joined the fight here in the center.
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Marise 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Marz
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Aaah. What a lovely, punctual Doll.
Though she seems filled with complaints and recommendations at every turn, she ultimately does as she is told. Though Marise prefers a quieter sort of obedience, at the very least she actually -is- obedient.
A surprisingly rare and precious commodity in this day and age. It is something Devil can appreciate.
Marz's reward?
She is not left to die quiet as terribly as she previously considered.
As Marz boldly confronts the Jaguar, who matches into the kitchen with righteous vengeance at being denied his hasty supper, the Devil silently steps out from Adons' shadow. The silent, kimono-clad maiden looms darkly in the man's wake. A slow, serene smile lifts violet-painted lips. Hints of gold peek from between silken black bangs.
"'Emperor'. Keh heh.. Kyaha!"
The very term amuses the monster to no end. Regardless of the success of Marz's strike for Adon, the Devil strikes from behind. Attempting to grab one of the Jaguar's powerful arms and twist the limb behind him in a painful lock, seeking to hold him steady for the ensuing ambush.
"..As if a cesspool like Thailand could ever sire nobility.."
COMBATSYS: Adon dodges Marz's Calculated Strike.
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Adon 0|-------|-------
COMBATSYS: Adon dodges Marise's Medium Throw.
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The look that came over Adon's face was very easy to understand, even for someone like Marz. When she comes in, Adon just rolls his eyes. He recognizes Shadaloo fairly early on, as well as the Doll outfit. He remembered one time he had one of his girls dress in the same way, and he just smacked her around. Good times. He also put together about the effectiveness of the guards. And the lack of hosts... was this a trap?
The rage that was boiling over in Adon's red face was barely restrained. When Marz comes piling in, Adon finally explodes. "GYAAAAAAAAA!" Was the scream as the Emperor of Muay Thai leapt over Marz, flipping over the Doll on to a small counter where the meat was cut. As he flips, he so happens to evade the slinking Marise, his sudden movement slipping away from both. Her words, fortunately, are missed as well. And when he turns to face both, he just stands high, twists his nose up... and grins.
"SO! Shad-a-LOO brings two GUESTS for ME to PLAY WITH." The Emperor of Muay Thai howls, rattling the dirty frames of the windows. "YOU! Are some sort of DOLL! And you..." Adon looks directly at Marise, scanning her up and down. "Are some sort of SYPHILUS-riddled WENCH tossed to INFECT ME with your sickly LOINS!" Immediately, a fresh cackle of high-pitched laughter erupts from the throat of the Muay Thai warrior. "I, The EMPEROR of MUAY THAI, am AMUSED that SHADALOO is INTERESTED in my WELL-BEING." Tossing his arms down, the drunken man flexes, showing off his muscles to both of the girls. "BUT I have BUSINESS here. And I WILL have to DECLINE! But before you LEAVE...."
Adon suddenly fires through the air in a pounce, bringing one elbow up high as he reached out. He was diving at the little Marz, attempting to grab her. If he managed to get the drop on her, he would smash his other elbow down hard upon her skull, attempting to pound it into her collarbone. If only because he was saving his grapples for Marise.
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Marz with Strong Punch.
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Marz's fist meets nothing...
And then she is on the floor.
She wasn't really sure what happened in that intervening time. Certainly something must have happened, because one does not suddenly feel like ones skull has been caved in lightly. But, if questioned, Marz would really have absolutely no idea what had just happened to her. It was a very unpleasant experience, whatever it was, and she dearly hoped that going for a middle of the range, if powerful, attack, wouldn't result in the same thing happening again. Because that would really suck.
However. She can still fight, and she has her orders.
Which is why Marz forces herself to stand up, and backs off, stumbling backwards a little. The girl doesn't dignify Adon with a response. Cold and calculating, instead, she raises her hand, and a moment later, a bright purple ball of energy shoots out, ricocheting madly around the kitchen... before striking at Adon's temple. It, of course, is flung such that it would not really ever come close to Marise, but it does bounce enough that its movement is hard to account for.
And hopefully, Marz can back up enough to be ready if he tried to hit her again. Owies.
My. Speedy jungle cat isn't he?
As the Emperor vaults away, the Devil's hand is left waving through the air where he had once stood. Her head tilting back as she observes the Jaguar in a new light. He may well be faster than she originally anticipated. Very problematic, that.
"Hnnh!" The Devil replies to that lewd insult with something approximating approval. "Well now, it seems the Jungle cat's purr is most savage.." Now here is an individual who knows how to Lord over others with his brutal strength. Her fingers sliding over her chin in contemplation.
Even as the poor Doll is pounded into the floor with alarming force, The Devil seems nonplussed.
"You know dear.." Addressing the Thai fighter calmly, even as the Doll launches her own energized counterattack, "... Has it occurred to you that you may be fighting for the wrong side? .. I do believe there may have been a.. miscommunication somewhere along the line.."
This Emperor cares nothing for his theoried 'subjects' or the people of this town... He clearly only cares about proving his own superiority over others.
It sounds to the Devil, perhaps an accord can be reached here...
"You wish to crush the weak beneath your heel.. Yesss?"
While speaking, the Devil does not sit idly. A restrained and subdued Jungle Cat is just as responsive as a lively one, after all.
The creature does not shift from her place, instead her kimono sleeve whips forth.. From which her pale, milky arm -stretches- across the distance like a whip. The long arm seeks to bonelessly coil itself around Adon's neck and -yank- him down to the ground with fairly harsh force.
COMBATSYS: Marz successfully hits Adon with Psiball.
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COMBATSYS: Adon blocks Marise's Maou Tsuke.
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The elbow is dropped, and Marz suffers from a very brief period of memory loss. That is a good sign of a severe concussion. But as Adon springs back, the girl almost blindly sends a strange ball of energy. Ah yes. Psycho Energy. Adon tries to dodge, but finds it a little more difficult than expected. The erratic path makes it difficult to predict, and with that, he takes the attack to his head. "JAAAAAGGA!" He cries, shaking his head quickly. Her power wasn't too high, he could sense that. He was almost ready to tear Marz asunder.
But when Marise comes in, Adon brings his arms up. The strange, stretching arm catches his arm, and he struggles with it. And as he struggles, he only falls to his knees. Marise, the dangerous flirt, is coyly talking to the Emperor! The Jaguar grins, reaching out to grab the sleeve.
"Why YES! Thanks for REMINDING the EMPEROR of MUAY THAI!"
And with that, the Emperor of Muay Thai leaps forward, knee out to take Marise's head clean off with a flying knee. Looks like playing games with a true jungle cat was more dangerous than what it was worth.
Marz's expression is a dark one when Adon simply ... takes the blow she had dealt him, but, it wasn't entirely unexpected that he would fail to find it all that annoying. She was out of her depth. She shouldn't /be/ fighting in the thick of it here, but, she had her orders, and she was going to follow them through to the very best of her ability. Now that some of the initial ringing is out of her ears, Marz focuses intently on Adon, and licks her lips, attempting to decipher some of his style... it was speed, she could see that much. But there was a surprising amount of force there, too. This was a man focused on violence, and dealing it out before it was dealt to him.
"He is fast." Marz comments, as Adon leaps towards Marise, the girl readies herself as much as she can. "But he can't keep that speed up forever. In an endurance match, we could beat him."
COMBATSYS: Marz focuses on her next action.
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COMBATSYS: Marise blocks Adon's Medium Kick.
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The Devil's entangling arm can't seem to budge the powerful Jaguar, instead only granting him purchase on her person.
Yanked over, the demure woman is unwillingly slid close. Her smile very quickly converting into a hasty frown as that knee moves a whole lot quicker than any right-thinking individual would want aimed at their extremely precious head.
The Ninja is not without her reflexes however. Her free arm swings inward, the motion a sweeping movement of black fabric as she intercepts the incoming strike. The blow -jarring- the woman and sliding her back half the distance she was tugged forth.
Marise then sweeps her arm out, wringing the feeling back into her wrist. A fine blow, that. Well above the power and sincerity these local cubs are capable of. This.. is going to be difficult.
Though, it would appear the Doll continues to be useful, as her odd mental energy managed to strike the Jaguar for true. Excellent.
"So it would appear." Marise muses in reply to Marz, dryly. Her bangs part slowly, revealing inhumanly gold eyes. Black slited pupils focusing on Adon with curiosity, "Perhaps you find yourself on the wrong side.. Oh, Emperor." That slow smile returning to plush lips, "Yes, Shadaloo is indeed in this town. They are quite busy crushing those who would stand against them, wherever they may be. Perhaps.. We may find common ground together, in this. What better way to demonstrate your superiority than to spearhead our offensive.. To be given free reign to crush all of those who dare stand against you? Without interference, yessss?"
The Devil does not continue her attack, like her comrade she takes a moment to inspect her opponent. Stare through him with those wicked eyes of hers..
And perhaps strike a bargain? After all.. The blood boiling in this man's veins is not unlike that of a conqueror. Perhaps he should be joining his kin rather than fighting against them..
COMBATSYS: Marise focuses on her next action.
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Both of the girls were pulling back, allowing Adon to have more control of the situation. Marz pulls back. Marise, after blocking his knee, was pulling back. Adon apparently was getting a check over by a pair of ladies. Why not? He WAS the Emperor of Muay Thai. And just as well, they both lost the element of surprise. Now, it was Adon's turn to reward their hungry eyes.
But first, the zombie.
"WELL! Quite the OFFER!" Adon howls, placing his hands on his hips. "If it weren't for BURNING my HOME and RAPING our WOMEN and CHILDREN, I might say YES!" Adon leers, looking down at Marise. Apparently, Marz was getting a free ride. "BUT No. Our GOALS are quite DIFFERENT! I simply WISH to fight the NEO-LEAGUE. Maybe if SHADALOO stayed out of MY WAY, they wouldn't have to worry about ME SMASHING THEM IN!" Adon cackles again.
And then, he suddenly launches forward.
Again, he goes for another flying knee. The difference, though, was that he was firing upwards at a 45 degree angle. He pumps with one knee, and if he managed to catch the beautiful monster, he would pump another knee into her, attempting to reward her focus with a sudden, unexpected explosion of speed.
Only because he cares.
Marz is focused intently on Adon, and she watches him carefully, preparing to respond if he goes for her... when he instead attacks Marise, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't glad. After all. Just that first, initial strike had been a painful enough blow, to her body as well as to her pride. She doubted that she could take much more of that.
Luckily, she doesn't have to! When he lunges at Marise, she suddenly leaps. Using the kitchen counter as a firm surface to propel herself from, she hits the ground, and comes in low. As he goes for Marise.... she's already coming up. But, the attack isn't exactly direct, instead, she aims to slam her foot up into Adon's back... and twist. Landing a second blow on his shoulder, before, finally, defying all logic and common sense, she twists a third time, in the air, and uses her momentum to wind up back on the counter.
... After all, if they could split Adon's attention, they'd wear him down eventually, right?
COMBATSYS: Marise dodges Adon's Rising Jaguar.
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Marise 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Marz
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Adon 0|-------|------=
Ah ha, it seems the Jaguar's interest is piqued. The Devil's self-satisfied smile persists at first howl... Though it slowly devolves into a flat expression by the time the Emperor recants her past misdeeds in the Jungles over a year ago. Her offering hand slowly recoiling back into her sleeve, arm falling at her side.
Deny it? No. If anything, the monster looks vaguely proud.
"Hmph." She sniffs, tossing her head to the side in dismissal, "Spoken as if you care a single iota."
What is with these so-called terrorists these days? She finds herself surrounded by sentimental fools and mongrels in all directions. Even this predator, this prideful beast amongst men.. Somehow manages to care for those beneath him.
Feh. For a moment there, she thought he truly was strong.
"You overestimate yourself, oh Emperor.." The Devil muses, her sultry tone replaced by distance and cold. Inhuman eyes gleaming as she stares the Jaguar through, her arms slowly spreading. "Cackle if you like... When we are done with you.. You will beg forgiveness."
The Jaguar pounces, but the Devil is ready. A fast and dangerous beast he certainly is. Even at her most arrogant Marise hesitates to say luck was not a component of her evasion. The shadowy woman steps to the side with alarming haste, defying utterly her smooth grace. Black tresses and shadowy fabrics flow in her wake, parting before the Jaguar's thrusting knees as a liquid darkness.
"Suffer."
A one word, low statement of intent. Even as the Doll strikes forward with speed and conviction, Marise once again employs slowing tactics. Her tresses suddenly billow forwards, rushing over her milky shoulders like an ocean of black. The forest of tendrils seek to curl and wind themselves about Adon's limbs, poisoning his flesh with her twisted necrotic touch while garroting the life from him!
He had his chance!
COMBATSYS: Adon endures Marz's Cannon Spike.
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Adon 0|-------|-----==
COMBATSYS: Adon interrupts Onigumo Wanami from Marise with Jaguar Throw.
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Adon, despite his reputation, was a competent fighter. Marz knew this. Marise might know this. But those who knew of his conflicts with his former teacher always tended to compare him to his more powerful counterpart. Sagat was a beast, and everyone knew it. Adon seemed like a lesser, cheaper version of the much better product. The Pepsi Crystal of Muay Thai. Adon's arrogance and status was well above what he should be at. He was a terrible emperor, a terrible leader, and a terrible person in general.
But he was still a master of Muay Thai.
"IOTA? The EMPEROR of MUAY THAI does not SPEAK the MONGRAL tongue of JAPANESE!" Adon screams as he lands on the ground, turning to face Marise. From his flank, Marz begins to shoot at him in tandem with the long sleeves of billow fabric rushing at him. The middle aged warrior sneered at the demonic woman, his body suddenly growing tense. His veins bulged as he stood there. "And BEG?! BEG?!?!?! The EMPEROR of MUAY THAI DOES NOT BEG to such IDIOTIC FOOLS of the LIKES that SHADALOO EMPLOYS!"
Marz strikes Adon's back in same manner as she would strike a single pillar of solid iron. Adon simply ignores all her kicks as he focuses solely on Marise's death shrouds. As they engulf him, the Jaguar bares his teeth, grabbing them. He could feels some strange effect from the fabric as it began to bind him. But he didn't care. He just leapt up into the air, jerking Marise up in the air with him. Flipping her around, he swiftly slams the woman across the entire cooking counter, smashing her through wok, cutlery, and stovetop before he releases her, snapping her draining tendrils free.
"KEE HAA HAA HAAAAAAA!!! JAAAAAAAAGGA!"
Well. That was annoying.
Marz hates it when she finds herself in positions like this. Admittedly, it has happened remarkably few times thus far, given the company she keeps. But she is certainly not above drawing comparisons between Adon and Sagat. Having fought both of them at various times, Marz knew very well that sometimes... it just didn't matter /what/ she did, she wasn't going to make a dent. She was starting to feel that way here, and it is a pretty nasty feeling. Still. Adon hadn't actually completely shrugged off everything she'd done. And she still had a job to do.
It is in the name of doing that job, that Marz is suddenly in front of Adon, as the Emperor of Muay Thai cackles like a maniac, Marz makes a dangerous play. She lunges forwards, straight into Adon's face, and, in a move uncharacteristically brutal and unrefined for the young Doll, she whips her head back, and throws herself forwards, aiming to bring her forehead in sharp, painful contact with Adon's nose.
If she can manage that, she'll not back down, she's going to follow this up for all she is worth. What Adon had done to Marise looked painful, and whilst she hated the woman with all the emotion her poor little dulled heart could muster, she needed Marise to be on her feet if this mission was going to have a chance of success. So Marz continues the attack, punching and kicking with as much power as she can pack, as she aims to drive Adon up and back, as fast as she can, the girl goes for quantity, after that initial, stunning blow, not all that much in the way of quality.
What is most ... disturbing, in a way, is that despite what might be considered a ferocious assault if it was done by other people... Marz's expression is dead set and focused, intensely, on Adon. She just wants to get this done. She isn't... angry, at all, it's taking all her concentration just to make sure the blows are on target.
Oh bother.
As Marise's wicked locks slither over Adon's frame, that displeased frown very nearly returns to a smile.
Then he had to go and throw her.
Golden eyes widen as bare heels dig into the floor, but it's no use. The powerful man hurtles the svelte woman clean off her feet, flipping her frame over once like a ragdoll before -smashing- her bodily into the counter-top. All manner of metallic utensils and cookware explode hither and yon as the ghouls maiden crushes the kitchen furnishing beneath her.
With a calmness entirely belying the damage just inflicted, already the maiden slowly begins to lift to her feet with errie grace. Not a murmur of discomfort escapes her scowling lips.
...Which one would think she would be making, considering that her head is brokenly bobbling to the side.
The dark maiden calmly reaches a hand up, grasping herself by the chin and -snapping- her head back into place, "...And here I was.." Absently removing a chef knife from her back with her off-hand. Tossing the bloodied instrument away carelessly. "..Thinking you a reasonable man.." Shrugging the collar of her kimono a bit higher upon her pale flesh. Narrowed eyes promising a very, very dark fate.
This time afforded her as Marz unleashes a surprisingly feral assault, considering how reserved the jinzoningen tended to be. Hnn. Desperation setting in, is it? Regardless, its a good thing the little toy decided to step up her viciousness.
This Adon is definitely not going down without a fight.
As Marz assails Adon's upper half, Marise works on the lower end. The Devil rushes forth, working to dismantle the Jaguar's footwork and impede his lethal knees as she dives downwards, winding her flexible arms around either of his legs. Using his own balance as a fulcrum as she then folds her legs upwards, seeking to coil those long, shapely limbs around his chest and -squeeze- with pythonian force.
Even the mightiest need to breathe!
COMBATSYS: Adon dodges Marz's Combo Attack.
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Adon 0|-------|----===
COMBATSYS: Marise successfully hits Adon with Crushing Throw.
-+- CALCULATED HIT -+-
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Adon 0|-------|--=====
Adon looks at the injured Marise with sick pleasure. As she begins to realign herself, Adon lets loose another peal of laughter. "The EMPEROR of MUAY THAI is CHARMED by your RESELIANCE. PERHAPS I could find some OTHER PURPOSE for YOU... with PROPER PRECAUTIONS, of course!" The Emperor just grins, when up and all of a sudden Marz appears, launching a punch up at his face.
Casually, Adon just brings up an arm, and flawlessly blocks it. To that, he continues to step and weave, evading Marz's frenzied charge casually. "JAGGA! JAAAGGA! Truly, for a LITTLE GIRL you have THE SPIRIT of one of my own HAREM GIRLS! The EMPEROR of MUAY THAI is QUITE AMUSED!" As he kept stepping back, he only had a passing sense of the ninja creeping around. She wasn't at the table, after all. But as he deflects another punch, he feels something on his leg. He immediately tries to jump up and away, but as he gets airborne, he feels the legs around his chest. And to that, he feels the pressure. Too late to tough it out. The Emperor of Muay Thai just stands there, feeling his ribs become crushed in as the beautiful monster begins to crush him. "jaaaa-GAH!" He gasps, glaring down as he struggles with his arms.
Adon sees the blood stain of where the knife impacted. The Emperor doesn't take much longer than that to process it. Where he saw one obvious injury, he always had the same response. Hit it again. Harder. Greater force. Make her BLEED. Adon is still struggling between the legs of Marise when he sends both of his arms out for the wound. He doesn't just punch it, no. His fingers were in hooks, attempting to rip open the wound with his bare hands, exposing her insides to the world.
If he succeeds, she might be proud.
Marz grits her teeth, a little frustrated that she is turned aside as easily as she is, the girl refuses to give up, and, honestly, after fighting Vyle... she was starting to get used to the derogatory comments. Whatever spark of indignation that might have raised in the past is simply squashed in the face of one overwhelmingly simple fact; Adon was hurting them, and she needed to be able to hit him if she was credibly going to provide even a mild distraction to the Emperor of Muay Thai.
Twirling, she steps forwards a second time. "You like to talk, don't you?" She asks, conversationally. Coming to a stop before Adon, she falls out of whatever crouch may have counted for her stance before. Just... standing there, for a fraction of a second, and looking like she was, well, about to salute or something.
And then she suddenly stabs forwards with two fingers. Aiming, not for Adon's throat, but... to poke him, hard, right in the -eye-. After which, if she has managed to do this (and hopefully get Adon's attention in doing so!) She'll comment, absently.
"At least your master didn't shout so much. Your screeching hurts more than your fists. It is embarrassing."
Well. In the fight with Vyle... the constant barrage of insults had really worn her down. Maybe she'd be able to draw some of Adon't wrath from Marise if she tried the same tactic.
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Marise with Aggressive Strike.
-+- CALCULATED HIT -+-
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Adon 0|-------|-======
Aaaah, that feels nice.
The sensation of grinding ribs and struggling lungs between her thighs? Always a pleasure.
With any luck, entangling Adon so gives the Doll a chance to continue her own attack unhindered upwards of the Jaguar's head.
From down below, the Devil muses in a heaving tone, "Keh heh! Considering what dogs your fetid country produces.. I do not doubt you crave the real thing!"
Aaaah, a terribly petty eyepoke. How adorable! Irregardless, it may be distraction enough..
..Except Adon digs lower yet again.
She can feel fingers dig into her side, wiggling and clawing themselves into the previously slashed wound. Working their way into strangely cold meat.. The Devil's back arches as her arms release the Jaguar's legs. A HOWL escapes her lips, with shocked eyes bolting wide!
Blood gushes over his front and splattering over his stomach and pants..
..."Kyah! HA HA HAAAAA KEHEEE HEEEE!"
That screaming voice slowly blends into a maniacal cackle of laughter! A peel of giggles blending into heaving shrieks, quickly flipping upwards, using her legs as leverage to return to eye level. Poked or unpoked.
"Ghnraah! You are really too wonderful to be wasted like this! .. Rather than kill you.. I think you need to come with us for some.. Reconditioning.."
Even as her legs release him, allowing her to land upon the floor smoothly, the woman's arm snaps backwards. Fingertips twitching about as crimson energy begins to dance and crackle among them. Spiderly fingers snap wider, and a -shrieking- ball of energy erupts into the world. Flickering and flashing in mad chaos, illuminating the dark maiden in a twisted glow. Images dance and flash within the red power as the air fills with the sounds of a hundred suffering souls. A choir of Hell.
"You just require a little.. Tenderizing! KYA HAAA!"
Clawed hand snaps forward. The sphere of elemental pain hurtles towards the Jaguar at point blank..
COMBATSYS: Marise successfully hits Adon with Tokoyami.
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COMBATSYS: Adon endures Marz's Quick Punch.
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While Marise was being mangled, Adon got no feeling. He was just trying to cripple the woman, get her to release him. Her ecstatic cackle was treated with distain... and curiosity. Vega always found the most kinky of women. No wonder his harem of dolls was so well groomed. The Emperor of Muay Thai grins, weaving his body around as he attempted to get his bearing. The plan fails, however, when the screaming blast of energy engulfs him. Marise managed to get another hit in. The Jaguar was turning feral. His body was aching now. His guests were long gone, so he would be left in here alone. Weakened. With no guards. And then, to add insult to injury, Marz was moving in, attempting to poke him in the eyes.
That does it.
Game over.
Adon stands there, a pair of fingers dug into his eyes. He doesn't react, short of a grin. And then, a low chuckle. He casually steps in, attempting to drive his fist into the girl's torso to remove the fingers from his eyes. And then a kick. And at that point, all that repressed anger and rage would be coming to a spearhead. Chi would consume his body as he began to mangle Marz, smashing his limbs across her precious little body. And not just in a blind fury, either. He knew Marise would be waiting at his flanks now. So as his rage built up more and more, he began to leap, moving up with flying knees until his would finish the frenzy with a single, well placed front flip heel drop, highlighted by the classic cry.
"JAAAAAAGGAAAAA KEEEEK!"
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Marz with Jaguar Varied Assault.
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Marise 1/----===/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Marz
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When you stick your fingers in someones eyes, aren't they meant to... not laugh?
Marz is mildly disconcerted by Adon's reaction. Enough so, in fact, that when he stabs his fist into her gut, she just sort of... crumples over it with a surprised 'Gck?!'. And then a wide vista of options opens up before Marz's eyes. She'd done what she was hoping to accomplish, at least! She'd gotten all of Adon's attention right on her!
Why did she think this was a good idea again?
The rage of the Emperor of Muay Thai is a terrifying experience indeed. Pain and suffering wracks Marz's form, and she retreats further into her programming, shut off the pain, focus on the situation... alright, so, with the incredible amount of damage that she had taken, there was remarkably little chance of her remaining operational for very much longer at all... but she wasn't dead yet.
The girl hits the ground hard. For a moment, it doesn't look like she is going to get up. The assault has even broken her headset, and knocked her beret from her head. It's with a moments hesitation that she clambers up to her feet, and quietly speaks.
"I believe operational capacity has been reached." She says, somewhat woozily. "Target has not yet been silenced; mission parameters in jeopardy; target acquired, locked."
And that's all she says. Her eyes are slightly glassy as they lock on Adon, but, there is... a calculation there. Behind those eyes, she was still going to try and work out how to do this. She was still alive. She was going to destroy him. There was still strength left in her body, as little as it was. She was going to give it her all... but if she was going to make it count, she needed to wait for an opening. So that is what she waits for. Whether Marise gives her one... or Adon himself drops his guard for a moment. She knew she wouldn't get a second shot.
COMBATSYS: Marz focuses on her next action.
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Adon 0|-------|------=
There are not many who can easily shrug off the power of the Eternal Darkness. The Jaguar proves resilient, but mortal, as the terrible Hellborn energy grieves his flesh.
The Devil recoils from her wicked attack, a hand passing over her back while painted nails outline her riven skin along her back, through her shorn silks. The wound already beginning to slowly close, even if the blood remains splattered as a bouquet pattern of crimson flowers upon her kimono.
Such a lovely man. If she had known Thailand was capable of producing such real men, perhaps she would have hesitated slightly in her cleansing deeds during Shadaloo's invasion.
Ah well. Hindsight is always twenty - twenty. One must move forward!
Serpentine eyes line with Adon's singular good eye, fangs gleaming from beneath plush lips as she prepares for the vicious Jaguar's counter attack.
A sliver of surprise crosses the Devil's pale features as he chooses to unleash his indignation upon the toy Doll instead. A surprising and powerful attack, mangling her artificial minion something ferocious.
Oh well. It served the Devil's purpose.
"Angry much?" The Devil mildly adds once the Jaguar is finished with his outraged mayhem. "Such a delicious temper.. Yess.. Forget about your people. They are nothing to you.. Beneath you. If your pride is the only thing keeping you from embracing your true nature.."
The Devil lifts her clawed hands, "Then let it be broken."
And with that, Marise attempts to furnish Marz a clean shot as she spies the little Doll clambering back to her feet. The woman's lips part and.. Of all things.. Her tongue -lashes- across the distance! Like a long, pink whip.. The slender length seeks to cross the distance and wind itself around Adon's throat! Surprisingly strong and capable of wreaking havoc upon his windpipe.. Again depleting the man of much-needed air. Slowly tugging and dragging him towards her if successful, while she digs in her heels and -pulls-.
COMBATSYS: Adon dodges Marise's Choke Hold.
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Adon ducks down, the broken body of Marz... barely holding strong after his drop kick. He glares with one good eye and one very red eye, sneering in disgust. "WHAT! How can a LITTLE GIRL- ONE MINUTE!" The Emperor of Muay Thai suddenly leaps up again, bounding over the garrote. Landing by the stove, he suddenly crosses his arms and gives a thin-lipped smile. Marise was pissing him off. Marz was pissing him off. And as such, he did the only thing he knew was appropriate.
Talk.
"You BOTH fail to UNDERSTAND how the EMPEROR of MUAY THAI WORKS! BAH! JAAAAAAAGGA! BAH!" Adon uncrosses his arms, spreading them wide. "As the EMPEROR of MUAY THAI, I MUST bring HONOR to my COUNTRY! And to MUAY THAI! I MUST win the NEO-LEAGUE, and YOU are GETTING in my WAY! Do you understand how FRUSTRATING that IS to I, the EMPEROR of MUAY THAI!?"
Adon glares at Marise, pointing a finger at her. "MY PEOPLE are MY BUSINESS! As the EMPEROR of MUAY THAI, I MUST be their KING! Only a LOW-BORN COCK MONGLER would not UNDERSTAND how IMPORTANT it is to be the KING! And what is more, A GOD! To be a GOD amongst your PEOPLE is the HIGHEST HONOR! NOT some MONSTER who FEASTS on the WEAK! As the EMPEROR of MUAY THAI, I MUST STOP YOU!"
Pointing another finger at Marz, he glares even more intensely. "AND YOU! WHEN I LEAVE you HERE to INFORM your MASTER about MY BUSINESS, REMEMBER to TELL HIM that I, the EMPEROR of MUAY THAI, seeks PEACE with SHADALOO ONLY if I am ALLOWED to BEAT UP the CHAMPIONS of the NEO-LEAGUE, and most importantly... ALMA AMAVELA TOWAZU, the CHAMPION of the NEO-LEAGUE TOURNAMENT! With my ELITE CREW, WE SHALL GO AND WIN THE ULTIMATE TITLE OF HONOR FOR ALL OF MUAY THAI!" Head tilted back, the man's face turns bright head as he tilts his head back in a scream.
"JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!"
Meanwhile, his elite crew flees down the street, Joe carrying Alfred over his shoulder. Holy crap, Adon was terrible at, well, everything.
COMBATSYS: Adon takes no action.
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Marz isn't here right now. But if you leave a message after the tone, she'll get back to you as soon as she can.
Seriously. Marz's expression is just... blank, as Adon rants and raves, she doesn't even really take it in. The mission came first. The mission was to crush resistance. Shatter Adon. Break him. Make sure he knew where the real power in the world lay. That was what Marz intended to do, too. She could not care any less about the ranting and raving, she just wanted her opening.
When Adon throws his head back, she believes she has it.
Suddenly, Marz is horizontal, rather than vertical, and is shooting across the intervening distance like a rocket. She spins, both legs outstretched, blazing with psycho power, and aiming to spear Adon right in the gut. Putting everything she has into driving that initial blow -home-.
If she can manage this, she'll twist and dig in... quite painfully, really, before one leg raises up, twisting, to slam into Adon's shoulder. The momentum captured, she bounces around to bring the other leg crashing into his other shoulder, and then, acting on pure reflex, she completes the move, cartwheeling around to bring her blazing heel smashing against Adon's skull, intending to knock him off his perch, and into the ground below.
Marz... really doesn't seem to be all there, any more. She doesn't say a word throughout the sudden assault, and, win or lose, she will just... look at Adon. Assessing him.
Ah! Cursed cat. He's damnably quick when he needs to be..
As Adon evades the lashing tongue, the length slides back into Marise's mouth. Recoiling across her lips at the last with a slight tilt of her head.
Well then.. Lets see if the Doll's ambush can..
...Well now. Retreating is he? Ideally, this would be a fine time to chase him down and murder the man while his back is exposed. No better time to slay your enemies while they're running for their lives. Certainly the infuriating, cackling Jaguar has earned himself a whole host of suffering at the Devil's hand... The ghost stays.
Listening to the man's pontificating with a look vacillating between annoyed and bemused, but not interrupting. Honor? Feh. A dreadful weakness in what otherwise would be a truly enlightened killing machine. Perhaps that notion may yet be scrubbed from him.. Given time.
Though, a commotion from the Doll widens the Devil's eyes. Gaze snapping to the side as she barks, "NO you fool!" A hand moving in an attempt to grab Marz by the shoulder and prevent her from following through with her powerful attack! Unable to prevent the assault in full, but perhaps her movement will slow and/or distract the girl enough to throw her aim off and allow the Jaguar to evade. At the very least, keeping her from pursuing as Adon makes good his escape.
"STUPID toy! He had sworn to destroy our enemy and bartered a cease fire!" Glaring down upon the shorter Doll, fangs gleaming through her scowl. "Let him destroy Alma FOR us, first. We can destroy him later once he's ceased being useful." Under different circumstances, another time.. She would make the jinzoningen suffer for this lack of foresight. But then, Lord Vega does not take well to his Dolls being violated so. As such, the Devil's claws can only clench at her sides.. Rage bristling beneath the surface before turning away.
"Feh. Have this mess dealt with." Utterly unfeeling to the ravaged state the poor toy is in. Letting her call in the cleaning crews and follow-up operatives. Such things are beneath the Devil of Koga at any rate.
COMBATSYS: Marise assists Adon.
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COMBATSYS: Marz successfully hits Adon with Spin Drive Smasher.
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Adon knew how to charm important people. After all, he was just a blind warrior, chasing after depraved dreams. How could he ever imagine hunting down Alma was to his favor? Especially when Urien told him to bring him in alive. But if he beat him up, would he be alive? Of course! To call Adon a hero would be foolish. To call Adon a villain would be almost the same. Utter apathy was what made up the Emperor of Muay Thai. He was neutral to this conflict, and he was happy to help with his neutrality in any way. So when Marise stops her attack, he just grins.
Then comes the Marz.
The warning reaches Adon too late. His eyes turned wide. His ears open up. Turning to face the oncoming girl, he thinks fast. All the cards were in his favor to dodge it. He takes a step, trying to avoid it completely. Instead, he takes it all. A low growl of pain begins to build as Marz continues with her combo. When the kick hits his head, there is a sound of a crack. Shortly followed by a scream.
"IDIOT!"
With a backhand, Adon unleashes a rapid strike aiming right for the face of the doll. That would be his last blow. No matter if it hits or not, Adon falls to his knees, eyes closed, face still twisted up in rage. His labored breaths struggle as blood pools from his mouth.
"jaggah"
COMBATSYS: Adon can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Marz fails to interrupt Jab Punch from Adon with Psi-Ripper.
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COMBATSYS: Marz can no longer fight.
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Marz is aware that Marise reaches for her, and she ducks out of the way. "Inconsistent with Mission Parameters." Is the only response in reply to -that-.
When she lands, she has a split second to look at Marise, disapproval shining through, for a moment, on her face. The mission had been to beat the Jaguar into a bloody mess. To send a strong message that interfering with Shadaloo was a price that he would not want to pay again. Marise had tried to turn this into a negotiation. That made Shadaloo look -weak-.
"I will stop you if you interfere with the mission." The doll states, calmly. Quite -how- she was going to stop Marise from doing this when she barely had the strength to stand was quite another issue entirely.
Luckily, it isn't something that needs to be worried about for long.
Because suddenly, Adon's fist is coming towards her. Distracted as she had been by the sudden, as she saw it, betrayal of her partner, Marz is slow to react, and though her hand burns with razor-sharp psycho power... it never connects, it doesn't even get close, before Adon's fist strikes firmly into Marz's nose with a sickening crunch, and her eyes go momentarily crossed.
And then she topples over backwards, unconscious.
The ghoulish maiden's grip misses the elusive jinzoningen, a curse flickers across her lips. Golden glare peering through the little toy's own, daring to glare back at her and her repeated 'error' message is starting to become exceedingly annoying.
If only Marise knew how expensive these things are.. Buying Vega a new one is becoming an increasingly compelling proposition.
Oh, she would have words with the Doll's retort. However, it seems, the Devil need not raise a hand against the one-dimensional robot. All she need do is calmly take a single step back.
Adon takes care of the rest.
The Jungle Emperor continues displaying his prodigious wisdom deficit and turning to fight after taking that powerful blow from the Doll. While the female creation attempts to defend herself.. The Devil makes no move to help, simply allowing the young thing to get -plowed- by the vicious blow. Watching calmly as the thing flops a short distance away.. Eyes lingering upon it, waiting to see if it stops breathing.
Curses. She continues.
The Devil briefly considers stamping on its head to finish the job and blame it on Adon afterwards.. Buuuuuut, this Invasion is hardly over yet. And the toy did accomplish its job to the letter.. It has more to do in service to her patrons, before this is over and done.
That leaves Marise with the kneeling Adon at her feet.
Marise's smile is wide indeed.
Leaning forth over the Emperor, conscious or not, she whispers, "You get to live, this time, Jaguar Lord. Choose your fights with caution and you will be granted your desire." Spidery fingers sifting through his hair, caressing. Lips hovering over his ear, "Break Alma for us. Destroy those in the NeoLeague.. We will not oppose you." As it so happens, collectively, they are all Shadaloo enemies as is, "Rule your empire.. And we shall rule ours."
At that, she calmly pushes his head aside, 'helping' him the rest of the way to the floor.
Stepping demurely over his form, she then tidies up her Kimono, once again fishing out the receiver from the depths of her bust, "The target has been punished. The Doll requires retrieval and repairs. Send the recovery team." With that, she saunters on quietly. Fading into shadow.
There are others in this city who yet require bleeding.. The night is young..
COMBATSYS: Marise has ended the fight here.
Log created on 16:13:28 03/15/2009 by Marise, and last modified on 14:47:40 03/19/2009.