Description: Now that the occupying forces have established at least one Southtown foothold at Gedo a supply chain has been formed between the harbor and the occupied campus. Ships, loaded with weapons, body armor, and more troops, pull in and out of the harbor under the direction of Shadaloo's vast war resources. Quite aware that the harbor will likely be a target of those seeking to disrupt their presence in Southtown, Shadaloo's Killer Bee, Cammy, and bat wielding Cracker Jack are overseeing security at the port. Surely no one would try to meddle in the shipping process with two such formidable Shadaloo operatives on site, would they?
Ah, Southtown. What a beautiful town it is! Full of wonderful people, exciting sights, and, tonight, more warfare and violence than you could shake a stick at.
Of course, there are areas even in this warzone where there is little fighting, and this particular warehouse is one of them. This particular warehouse is a stronghold for Shadaloo activities, heavily defended, and full of valuable armaments, you'd have to be completely insane to attack the place. Tonight, with the moon high in the sky and the stars twinkling above, it doesn't seem like it is going to be any different.
OR DOES IT?
Urien has grown weary of the chaos of Southtown. Having suffered a nasty defeat at the hands of Rolento, he's had to modify his plan somewhat. He'd already invested quite heavily with certain resources in ensuring that his enemies were weakened by the conflict, and he had no intention of allowing that investment to go unrewarded. Simply put, the G-Project needs money, and Urien is going to make some by stepping out onto the field of battle himself, and beating the ever loving hell out of this Shadaloo facility.
Of course, every good would-be tyrant needs good backup, which is why he's asked Mary to accompany him. He is dressed in a fabulous white suit, cut to his exact form, and ensuring that he stands out magnificently in the darkness of the night. He is also, quite simply, walking up to the warehouse, hands tucked lazily in his pockets as he converses, freely, with Mary.
"A lovely night, wouldn't you say? I'd go so far as to call it... divine. One only hopes that the entertainment is as good as it is rumored to be, I'll be quite disappointed if it turns out to be a waste of our time, hm?"
A parasol, black, compared to the white that is so overwhelming on the woman, is stuck over her shoulder. Following Urien, she doesn't have any trouble in this. To Urien's fabulous white suit, she has, of course, wore her normally white .. and rather bulky, southern style bell dress. It's almost like it was a night on the town.
It, really, is.
With every step, she accentuates her hips, like every good woman should, one back against the parasol, holding it. The other against her body, letting it hang as she walks along, talking. "Oh, yes.. It's just perfect.. Ya'll probably didn't know the night is one of my favorite times.. it allows what really matters to shine out among all o' that clutter up in that sky. Only the brightest are really seen."
Looking over, Mary smiles. "You know.. if it really came to it, it ain't all that bad... it just means that they got it elsewhere.. but I AM lookin' forwards to havin' a good time tonight.. and .. I just don't know if I could without it."
She grins, as she steps towards the warehouse, high-heeled shoes clack clack clacking against the ground as she goes.
After Cammy's failure to hold the Young Fighters' Community Center, she spent a week and a half with her knees pressed to her chest, confined in The Box. Her demotion to guard duty at Southtown Harbor followed soon after. This weighs on Zero Doll's mind heavily, although she is not the sort to act petty or childish about it; rather, she merely internalizes all of these negative feelings and thinks of how best to prostrate herself at Vega's feet, weeping and begging to be let back into the sunshine of his favor. This is what is on her mind currently as she crouches on one of the many catwalks in the warehouse, watching as another successful cargo delivery is sorted and distributed, a few trucks driven by armed guards taking the guns, armor, ammunition, experimental super-steroids, and whatever else is needed to the Shadaloo encampments throughout the ruined city.
As Urien and Mary step toward the warehouse, a pair of Shadaloo guards grunt and cock their weapons, not hesitating to point them. "Move along," one rasps. "We're authorized to shoot scavengers on site. Find some other warehouse to sleep in."
C.Jack has been doing what C.Jack's do best. Roaming around Southtown and beating sympathizers or enemy combatants down. He hasn't had as much fun as, say, Cammy... but he's really trying to get there.
Right now? C.Jack is busy resting on the roof of the warehouse, his bat across his back as taps it now and then, almost comforting. He's really enjoying the sight from up there. Gunfire, fire, every sort of thing you could possibly want to see. The veiw is not as good as Geese Tower but, hey, thats Geese. Too bad that towers in the way. He could see more without it there.
If there was only a way...
C.Jack yawns as he lays back, squirming to get back into a comfortable position while pulling the hat over his face. "Augghhh what is with that fucking racket. It's too late for hobos to want handouts."
Urien smiles, genuinely, to Mary at that. "You are quite the romantic, my dear." He comments, until the men with guns level their vulgar weapons at them, and he allows his smile to twist into a sneer.
Of course, Urien knows there are times to be subtle. Right now, however, is not one of them. With a sudden, harsh movement with his hand, the barrels of those guns just... twist. Ensuring that the immediate nuisance was dealt with, there is a sudden, bright corona of energy about him, as he burns away the suit he had been wearing. His skin darkens deep and black, his eyes burning with power. Yes! There was no doubt. This place was where he wished to be, and he was going to vent some frustration on every living soul here.
"I suggest." He intones, darkly, "That you begin running. It won't do you any good, of course. This place and everyone inside it are going to learn what it means to stand in my way tonight. But if you start running now, maybe you'll have time to say your prayers before I send you to meet your maker."
Then, he spares a look to Mary, and that smile returns. "You, my dear, may simply enjoy yourself. For tonight, we demonstrate how far beyond these fools we truly are."
Oh, guns. Mary glances over. "Ya'll flatter me." She adds to Urien, as she keeps the parasol over her shoulder for now. The barrels of the guns twist, a bright corona of energy that bursts away the suit. Mary nods, looking onto the guards as she moves forwards. "Oh, ya'll so sweet, darlin'." She goes on to compliment Urien once more, walking towards those guards that stand in the way.
If they don't move, they'll be moved.. a chain moving to twist and chuck them away. She's certainly not interested in playing with those ones too much. "I'll be happy ta take my time." Standing back from the door, Mary attaches the end of the parasol onto the door before yanking, allowing her to check for an ambush without having to actually be there.
"If it wasn't for the guards.. I'd get to thinkin' they almost was settin' us up." She yanks the chain back, sliding it into the end of the steel rod. "But they wouldn't do such a thing... they ain't that sneaky."
Or, perhaps, they are?!
Like every dumb piece of meat that steps to the trained martial artist in the annals of every action movie ever made, the guards respond by ignoring the possibility that the threats could be made good on, and begin shooting and yelling.
Then, they're taken care of, just like that.
The brief commotion works better than an alarm -- Cammy springs up from her crouch, leaping onto the railing in front of her and then springing off that. A dazzling series of impromptu warehouse parkour follows as Cammy uses hanging hooks, the neck of a crane, some crates, and so forth to skip from the top of the warehouse to the floor. "Hold your fire," the Killer Bee curtly orders the guards. "Continue packing, and get out as quick as you can. I won't have these shipments held up on account of a little commotion."
Cammy stands, legs spread and rooted, in front of the doorway, and cracks her knuckles. "All right, you," Zero Doll says crossly, "Your situation just got black as Newgate's knocker."
COMBATSYS: Cammy has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Urien has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Mary has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: C.Jack has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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C.Jack hears the clatter of gunfire a little too close. Same for the yelling. Ain't that supposed to be all the way over there? Snorting, C.Jack gets to his feet, shifting his hat over his face as he turns, scratching his side from a nice little nap. Well, it's time to get serious it seems.
Cammy starts to do her thing, and C.Jack does his. Picking up his baseball bat he drags it across the roof, making his way towards the other side. He looks down and sees the despatched officers. Well, that ain't too good. He looks around to see the perpetrators. Must still be in the door. Taking this time, he just leaps towards the earth, landing gracefully.
Well, hard. He shakes out his legs as he grits his teeth, the baseball bat moved across the ground before being slung across his shoulders. "Alright. What she said. Just listen to her." C.Jack yawns. "That's all you need to know."
"Is that so...?" Urien asks, apparently quite interested by the sudden appearance of two of Shadaloo's finest. Cammy draws his attention most of all, and it is on her that he focuses. He recognized the uniform, primarily, and that meant that she was the one he was most interested in. Shadaloo's famous Dolls, and if he didn't miss his guess, the Zero Doll herself. That draws a smile to his lips, and he grins. "Well. I was worried those goons were going to be the best Shadaloo had to offer us. I'm glad to see I was wrong."
And, quite suddenly, the leader of the G-Project has darted from his standing position, and is in front of Cammy, his leg swinging up in a quick, sharp arc, aiming to stab directly into Cammy's gut, and send her crashing back into the warehouse. No mercy, and remarkably little warning before he lunges forwards with that shocking speed.
Cammy's attention seems to be quickly garnered, as she skips about on the top of the warehouse, and lands on the road before them. The guards are ordered to keep packing. One can only imagine where this is going, especially with what's been ordered. "Oh, but we came to make a pickup from ya'll too! This just won't do." She decrees, and suddenly is hit with a few words she doesn't understand.
"Ya'll care to repeat that?" She adds on, "I'm not really into those things.. ya'll just have to explain it a bit better." She moves closer to Urien, the chain being spun in her hand as C. Jack leaves as well, dragging it off the roof and landing. "How perfect.. two of them!" She exclaims, before lunging out towards C.Jack.
But she doesn't stay lunging, swinging the chain around in close, trying to latch it onto him, before yanking it backwards as she kicks backwards, planning to string him up, yanking up upwards and against a hanging crate before tossing him straight into the air.
"Ya'll right as rain, bos... I was gettin' a mite worried myself!"
"Just ain't the same without a little pain."
COMBATSYS: Urien successfully hits Cammy with Stab Kick.
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Cammy is quick.
Urien, as it turns out, is quicker.
In the momentary flash of realization that crosses Cammy's face -- 'I recognize this nearly-nude man from our files' -- he's already booted her directly in her lithe young stomach so hard that she vomits. Collapsing to the ground, she wheezes, sucking in air as if she'd just burst a lung. "Right," she coughs, wiping her mouth weakly, voice raspy and wet. "You get the one. I hope you made the most of it, love."
And then, with a savage quickness to match Urien's own, the Killer Bee launches forward, attempting to leap upward, toward Urien -- and land sitting squarely on his shoulders, snapping her own momentum backward and squeezing powerfully with firm thighs to attempt to flip him head-over-heels. "Time to teach you nosy parkers to mind your business!"
COMBATSYS: C.Jack endures Mary's Go Fly a Kite.
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Well, Cammy's dealing with the man who likes to get naked before he fights. That's perfectly fine because C.Jack would rather look at... you know, there is a few times in life where fate deals you bad hands. That sort of happens as C.Jack finds out that Mary is exactly what he believes her to be.
And that is weird.
Even as C.Jack gets grasped, he moves with it. Being pulled up and struck into the air. He's all for that, no problem. But when he's being thrust towards a crate, C.Jack goes right against it, pushing off as he leaps even higher, regardless of his wounds.
Coming straight down swinging, C.Jack attempts to ram the bat right into the Mary and the ground itself with explosive results. Should it work, he'll tackle Mary right as she's before knocked backs and send her flying towards the ground.
"Pain's nothing. Some of us live for that. There are better things than it, though."
COMBATSYS: Urien endures Cammy's Frankensteiner.
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Urien is surprised by just how hard the attack managed to strike home on Cammy. But he isn't complaining. Trusting Mary to look after herself, he concentrates entirely on the Zero Doll, and when her attack lashes out and he finds himself going head over heels, he embraces it. Sure. It wasn't going to be a pleasant impact. But he hardly cares about -that-. The head of the G-Project crashes into the ground, but the momentum is turned to his advantage, and he practically rolls across the floor before springing straight back at the woman.
His fist leads the way, aiming to punch straight into the side of Cammy's head, and send her sprawling to the ground. Hit or miss, either way, he intends to straighten back up, and continue his banter; the really important business in any fight, as most megalomaniacs will surely agree.
"Girl, please. You and your little operation are a thing of the past. We are representative of a new, better age. One in which your leader is simply... obsolete. We already know precisely what is in there. We are simply laying claim to it, now."
COMBATSYS: Mary interrupts Power Hunter from C.Jack with Beg Your Pardon.
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C.Jack's slammed against the crate, but the man decides when life give you lemons, you better damn well make that into some DAMN AMAZING lemonade. He does, too! As C.Jack leaps upwards, and then comes down swinging. Thankfully, right where Mary wants him! "Ya'll agree then that sometimes you just have to get dirty, hmm?" She spins the parasol, retracting the chain, before extruding a spike at the top.
He's above, she's below. And the RAINNNN OF PAAAAIN is a fallin'. "Me oh my.. what ever shall I do? It's such a downpour~! Raining men..." C.Jack slams the bat towards Mary, and she weathers it, stabbing upwards with the spiked top of the Parasol. Me oh MY does that sting, but she manages to get ahead as well!
"Ya'll almost had it!" She responds, before swinging C.Jack upwards on the parasol, juggling him on it once more before tossing him up on it.. and then whacking him away, fixing her dress momentarily.
"Ya'll better listen to the boss here .. he knows best, after all.. and we just came here to administer a little ol' medicine for this here town's sores."
COMBATSYS: Cammy dodges Urien's Fierce Punch.
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Cammy leaps over the punch, tiltawhirling in a mid-air cannonball before she lands with a dramatic crouch and a sweep of her leg. "You must be thick as mince," the English assassin says, narrowing her eyes in grim contempt. "If you think you're capable of just /taking/ the property of Shadaloo, then you deserve what you've got coming to you."
Cammy leaps forward into a handspring, and then vaults out of that into a flying dropkick, aimed right for Urien's big dualistically-colored face. As she tumbles toward her assault, she continues, "I can't say you'll like it very much, though."
Even as C.Jack proves he's a man of action, Mary proves that she's continously weird. He comes right down, but that spiked parisol rips forward, even as C.Jack comes down. Both forces meet. Both forces have to eat the same terrible consequences as they strike down. C.Jack just gets to feel pain even more.
Shaking off his wounds, C.Jack turns to look towards Mary, even as he's bleeding from many of the protruding spikes. He's hurt but, its going to take a lot more than that to keep C.Jack down. Sneering as he looks towards Mary, he grins. "Hah. When I listen to a man in a thong, I'll have a lot less common sense." C.Jack announces as he brings his bat around before vaulting full forward towards Mary.
He doesn't use the bat this time, no. He just comes towards Mary full boar, attempting to leave a grevious strike upon the woman with a powerful meteor like punch. "Graaaaaaaaaah!"
COMBATSYS: Urien interrupts Light Kick from Cammy with Violence Knee Drop.
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Urien narrows his eyes at Cammy. Simply put, he did not -like- it when people refused to acknowledge his overwhelming power in the midst of combat. If he thought he could just walk in to the warehouse and take what he wanted, it was because, as a God, this is his -right-. Not because of any delusion. Urien's lips curl into a sneer at Cammy's words, and when she comes in at him... he's already moving in return.
Cammy's kick slams directly into Urien's chest, and the self-proclaimed God simply takes it full on, and then -BURSTS- up from the ground, his knees drive the way with shocking force, as much strength put into the blow as he can possibly manage, aiming to crush into Cammy's ribs, and simply drive the fight straight out of her.
When he hits the ground, he is not smiling any more. Solemn and serious as he focuses his gaze on the woman.
"If that is all I have coming to me." He states, solemnly. "Then I have -nothing- to fear from Shadaloo. Pathetic has-been relics, someone needs to scour your kind from this earth, and if you insist on keeping me from what I want, then I will gladly take that role for myself."
COMBATSYS: Mary blocks C.Jack's Aggressive Strike.
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"He has alot of good to say." She claims, at least, as she stands before C.Jack, looking on to him as he begins to move. Mary, has decided, she does not like it quite often when C.Jack moves - especially with the force that he brings to bear. The punch explodes outwards, launching towards her, smashing into the chains she raises, and almost bending them. The metal runs against her hands. The pain, apparent.
"Ya'll some kind of bull of a man, ain't ya?" Mary decrees, as she backs up, pushing C.Jack away before lunging for him. Instead of the parasol, she's getting in close as well. Leaning forwards, the heavily dressed woman pushes past C.Jack.
And then pulls back on the parasol, the J shaped hook about his leg if he's not careful, attempting to trip him up and knock him down.
And then pull him up and swing him about, tossing him over by the warehouse - at the warehouse even! "Ya'll just don't know how to appreciate things beyond their looks, darlin'."
Cammy is basically mutilated, the wind knocked from her sales and the oxygen nearly knocked from her brain. Like a ragdoll (get it), the assassin tumbles when she lands, limbs flailing and twirling until she finally crumples to a stop.
Cammy's stewardess hat is missing when she stands, and a blood stain blossoms on part of her sky-blue thong onesie thanks to a fun little cut the fall opened up on her narrow, mostly-bared hips. "And if that's the best you've got..." the small woman growls, her tone a bit weary but her cold gaze housing a savage clarity, "...then it's an early bath for you, love."
Cammy suddenly dashes forward, before leaping, and in violation of most laws of physics, hurtling herself as a human bullet, spinning low to the ground in such a way that one might suspect she's on wires. And she is. Wires of PSYCHO POWER.
COMBATSYS: C.Jack blocks Mary's Medium Throw.
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Mary comes again. That parisol is harsh. It attempts to grasp a hold of C.Jack even as he back up, only to be kicked off in the last second. He's still dragged backwards and tossed towards the warehouse, but nothing like he could have been.
Colliding with the metal, C.Jack snorts. "Well, aren't you a darling betty. I bet everyone's so damn proud of your bull shit. And no, I'm not a stinking bull. I'm a baseball player, can't you see?" C.Jack announces, showing Mary his bat. It's wooden, and its so damn good.
That doesn't stop him from moving though, coming right back towards Mary with another strike. One attempting to knock her block off. A singluar, quick and blazing fast punch towards her chest. Knock her right out of the park.
COMBATSYS: Urien fails to reflect Spiral Arrow from Cammy with Aegis Reflector.
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"My best?" Urien demands, and suddenly, his arms are flung out to the side, bright energy crackles about his body, "YOU HAVEN'T SEEN MY--"
And that is the point when Cammy slams bodily into his mid-section, and he is sent hurtling back across the area, the effect is rather like he had suddenly been shot out of a cannon. Urien has... only /rarely/ encountered Psycho Power before, and never in such a potent user as Cammy. A fact that is made painfully apparent by the fact that he is now lodged in a wall.
That. Was not supposed to happen.
A moment passes, and then he dislodges himself, the man of metal hauling himself out of the brickwork with a mighty grunt. Shaking his head slightly, he's obviously out of breath, having discharged a rather massive amount of energy trying to stop precisely that from happening, he mostly looks pissed off. How -DARE- she?!
COMBATSYS: Mary interrupts Dash Straight from C.Jack with Singing in the Rain.
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BAM. C.Jack hits the showers! Or rather, the metal. Mary backs off, pale eyes, pale face, stained with what blood has already been drawn. "Ya'll right - they're perfectly pleased with it, I'll have you know." She states, steps about C.Jack silent and deliberate. The bat, she notices, as she had before, is wooden.
It quite stings, too.
"So ya'll are. Fer a second there, I just thought you liked to play pretend. We all have ta' believe somethin'." She notes, as C.Jack comes right on in. Mary doesn't flinch. "But sometimes.. ya'll have to realize some of us prefer to have it a little more unusual." The fist slams into her face.
It strikes her face clean on - as she moves with the blow as much as she can, the J-shaped hook of the parasol about his leg. She pulls as she staggers back, pulling C.Jack skywards, the clouds spreading outwards above her. "Ya'll be soon realizing what kinda woman I really am!" The rain that comes down in the dark of night is not refreshing - but instead, burns to the touch. Whirling C.Jack above, he gets a few revolutions worth of air time, before being dragged across the ground once, burning all the way.. and then swung into.. and let go into.. a standing puddle of the water.
Snapping the hook back into her parasol, Mary slides it back over her shoulder. "Oh... now that's jes' what I wanted to see - Eh?" She turns to see Urien haul himself out of the brickwork. "... Seems like playtime's almost over.. a shame."
As Urien is catapulted across the warehouse, Cammy is already on the move, having recoiled sharply from the impact. She leaps from crate-top to crate-top, swinging on hanging chains to trapeze her way onto the catwalk. She crouches, blue eyes glaring down at Urien as he recovers. "Up here, ducks," she calls down, flat English accent a little wound up with predatory anticipation.
"I'd ask you who wears the trousers now, but I think we're both rather short on them." And as soon as the quip leaves her mouth, Cammy isn't there anymore.
Cammy is, in fact, barreling downward, with a jump kick loaded with pure psycho power, glowing electric blue, like shattered lightning.
And then another -- and another -- she rebounds with each attempt, leaping toward any nearby tall structure and catapulting back off, be it a wall, a truck, anything. Finally, she leaps to mid-air, /above/ Urien -- and then with both feet Cammy comes crashing down like a human sledgehammer.
It's the sort of move that'd bring a tear to Vega's eye, in Cammy's fantasies about Vega validating her existence.
C.Jack sure as hell hits the showers. Especially as Mary comes down towards C.Jack once more. She plasters right through him like goo. It's a relatively horrible thing to experience. Well, relatively anyways. Even as she comes through and hooks about C.Jack fully on, pull him around like he was so much a peice of meat. Well, C.Jack isn't really happy with that. In fact, he's really peeved.
C.Jack's skyward trip is met with terrible train that feels more like acid. That is because it actually is acid instead of water. Its painful. Certainly terribly painful. C.Jack falters backards that its quite that painful. He grits his teeth in pain as he strikes the ground, slowly pulling himself up as he levels his eyes towards Mary.
"Oh, I never told you my name." C.Jack sneers as he glares towards Mary, "Here. Let me tell you it." C.Jack says as he brings the bat up and zips across the ground, attempting to beat Mary to death with the baseball bat. Tackle her over and just beat her where she can't defend. Can't escape. Strike after strike in an attempt to break Mary down.
It's going to hurt.
"They call me Crazy Jack!"
COMBATSYS: Urien blocks Cammy's Killer Bee Assault.
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Urien was starting to find that power quite... frustrating. He didn't like how it felt. More than that, however, the womans mannerisms were what were really starting to anger the head of the G-Project. As she comes in at him, he raises his hands. Each time, the blow meets heavy resistance, as though she were beating herself, repeatedly, against a stout iron pillar. Though it still is annoyingly painful, it is nowhere near as bad as the initial blow which had sent him ploughing into wall. When it finishes, Urien is actually smiling, and he gives Cammy a little nod in acknowledgement.
"You are quite skilled." He admits, falling out of his fighting stance, he takes a long, deep breath, before bowing deeply to Cammy. "I am sorry, for insulting you earlier. Please, accept my deepest, most humble apologies. If we are going to fight, then it should surely be as equals, rather than like squabbling children, throwing insults at one another left and right, yes?"
And then he straightens, apparently in no real rush to return to his fighting stance, he's just... working some of the kinks out of his hand, at the moment. "That is, of course, if you wish to continue this. Please, feel free to catch your breath yourself. You are looking a little tired, no? There's no reason we have to rush into these things."
COMBATSYS: Urien drops his guard to recover.
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COMBATSYS: Mary blocks C.Jack's Crazy Jack.
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Looking on to admire Cammy's rather eccentric psycho assault, Mary's brought back to reality by C.Jack and his .. interesting note about his name. "Ya'll have one beyond brute?" She notes, "Not that it'll matter in a little." She grins, as he goes on to explain it anyways. And then suddenly, he is zipping across the ground, the baseball bat swung upwards - and with rather effective skill. It's anything but nice, really - the strikes are terrible, over and over.
Yet she just manages to get the parasol infront of her. Just barely.
The baseball bat slams against metal, bending parts, slamming into her arms, wearing her down as he strikes her yet, and the force from the assault getting to her weakened arms. Eventually, she pushes back- finishing the assault as she slides against the ground, the slick ground giving her a bit of speed. "Ya'll didn't hear me before? Playtime's over.... daaarrrrlin'." Her arms are aching, but it's time to prey, not be the prey.
She charges C.Jack, spinning around once, aiming to strike him into the air - the clouds centering over C.Jack as she strikes, aiming to cause him to pass through the caustic clouds and letting him fall down. She leaps upwards to match, covering the front of the parasol with the caustic chi, before spinning it as she falls, intending to spear and get all that lovely chi right where it belongs.
The burning sensation should be /wonderful/!
"Ya'll crazy allright! If ya'll think this here lady ain't gonna put up a fight!"
"Catch my breath?" Cammy says upon landing, voice a bit ragged from the heavy exhalations her lungs are forcing upon her -- even though she is clearly winded from her sustained (and blocked) attack, the contempt in her voice is clear. "Are you joking?"
The tiny woman lunges forward again. "A Doll does not 'catch her breath,' you ninny," Cammy chides, blue psycho power beginning to crackle at her knuckles. "We fight til /your/ breath is your /last/!"
And with that, Cammy spins on her heel, forearm glowing violently and leaving light trails through the dim warehouse ambience as she attempts to backfist Urien right in the mouth.
COMBATSYS: Mary successfully hits C.Jack with No Explanations.
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C.Jack 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Urien
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Cammy 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Mary
That certainly hurt! C.Jack immidiately finds out what it feels like when caust clouds once more attack im even as they fall down, allowing him to be peirced with chi and then strung up once again. It's a feeling of great feelings. C.Jack really loves pain. He loves it so much.
But that's not why he's not giving up.
Thrown towards the side, C.Jack slowly rights himself once more, gritting his teeth as he looks right towards Mary. Well doesn't she look so fucking smug. Well, he's got a good way of changing this. He's never going to stop coming. Never.
"Yeah? I don't give a damn about your fucking play time. You're going to get rung out, bitch." C.Jack sneers, breaking his one rule of chivalry right there and then. Usually the woman isn't a creepy old woman with a penchant for umbrellas and acid. This just makes it even more weird.
Coming forward, C.Jack hurls himself forward, his fist errupting with a burning sensation as he propells it forward, attempting to drive it into Mary so hard that she wouldn't be quite contrary any more.
She'll be more DEAD.
COMBATSYS: Urien Toughs Out Cammy's Axle Spin Knuckle!
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C.Jack 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Urien
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Cammy 0/-------/---====|=======\==-----\1 Mary
COMBATSYS: Urien has left the fight here.
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C.Jack 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Mary
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Cammy 0/-------/---====|
COMBATSYS: Urien has joined the fight here.
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C.Jack 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Urien
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Cammy 0/-------/---====|=======\==-----\1 Mary
COMBATSYS: C.Jack has left the fight here.
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Urien 0/-------/------=|=======\==-----\1 Mary
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Cammy 0/-------/---====|
COMBATSYS: Mary has left the fight here.
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Cammy 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Urien
COMBATSYS: Cammy has left the fight here.
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Urien 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Urien has ended the fight here.
Urien frowns slightly as Cammy moves to strike him. The blow hammers home against his chest, but the large man doesn't so much as flinch. "So. That is how you wish it to be." He states, coldly. Not precisely impressed by the Dolls stalwart refusal to see, as he saw it, reason, he steps forwards, into the blow, and bends at the knees.
What follows is a truly staggering uppercut. His fist clenched hard, he throws himself into the blow, aiming to hammer the attack straight into the Dolls chin.
When he lands, he's resumed his stance, arms raised, and legs slightly apart. "No mercy, Mary!" He roars loudly, "It's time we crushed these fools utterly! Demonstrate our power!"
COMBATSYS: Mary interrupts Final Punch from C.Jack with Cookiedough Creme Banana Cupcake!.
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C.Jack 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\0 Urien
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Cammy 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Mary
"Rung out?" Mary asks, spinning the parasol in her grip, over her shoulder, as she walks about C.Jack still. She needs only to wait. As much of an aggressor that C.Jack is, she can play off his aggression. Let him throw himself at her, again and again, until it manages to be his downfall. Not that it doesn't hurt her in the process.
But a few bruises will give her character, especially with her rather bleached skin..
"Ya'll know that saying .. you catch more flies with honey..... if ya'll only had something nice to say." Oh MY that is a fast fist. But Contrary to C.Jack's wishes, Mary manages to see the fist coming. More amazingly, not like an animal in the headlights. She moves to move away - the water about to turn against her.
Yet, Urien's words reach her before that. No mercy? To crush them utterly. "Yes.. All good things must come to an end!" The chain slides outwards, the fist smashing into Mary and sending her skidding back on the water slick she creates.
The chain, like before, is wrapped about C.Jack's arm. "... Looks like ya'll fell for me hook line and sinker..." That's not to say she isn't bleeding, and her pale skin has a mass of red and .. purple. He's worked her over gooooooooood.
The rain comes down harder now. Mary yanks the chains, around his arm, forwards, as she stops, hard, against another building. C.Jack'll go flying, swung through the burning, acidic cloud, spun through it a few more times.. and then swung forwards, into the ground. Mary vaults with this movement, kicking into the air, and then pulling him upwards.. to once again swing him around and over her, before casting him off against the little warehouse he's supposed to protect.
".. I think.. Boss.. there ain't any more to this tale."
"Charmin' man .. he was."
COMBATSYS: Cammy blocks Urien's Aggressive Strike.
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C.Jack 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\0 Urien
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Cammy 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Mary
Urien's fist does not connect with Cammy's chin as intended -- rather, the blow hammers against her armored bracer, the Doll positioning herself to brace (as she nonetheless is left hoping she didn't just get her forearm fractured). "I wouldn't have it any other way, love," Cammy sneers back, the scarred porcelain face of the young woman bent very slightly -- small features curved just so, to inform any onlooker that Cammy is very cross indeed.
Though her arm smarts, Cammy still moves with astonishing swiftness, attempting to leap against one wall, kick off of it, and touch down /behind/ Urien before he can mount a comeback -- and then, with strength not particularly apparent from her frail build, lock her arms around his waist and hurl herself -- and him -- backward. Cammy's ideal endgame is nothing less than crushing Urien's skull against the hard, cold warehouse floor.
COMBATSYS: Urien fails to interrupt Hooligan Suplex from Cammy with Chariot Tackle.
-* CRITICAL FAIL! *-
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C.Jack 1/----===/=======|=====--\-------\0 Urien
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Cammy 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Mary
Certainly Jack fully well understood what was going on. He knew that Mary would try to push her way through everything he threw at her. That's why he through the slowest, most hamfisted punch. It was his punch however, and he loved it for that reason.
Even if his arm is wrapped up and then swung around towards a building before even being coated in more acid. More and more acid and more spins. Kicked up, kicked down all around and back into the building.
Well, none of that felt like he was getting punched. Its because none of that was him getting punched. All picked up and acid clouded each time. Well now, he just looks up to see Cammy doing her stuff. He's all right with that.
Slowly getting to his feet, C.Jack has one last thing in him.
"The... fuck? You think I'm... done?" C.Jack spits blood into the acid about him as he picks up the bat and point into the air. "I ain't never striking out.... not now... not... ever... going for a home run...!" C.Jack cries as he swings the bat forward with so much momentum that his wounded body follows, trailing it as he aims to crack Mary in the chest and out of the park.
Hit or miss, he spins to a fall and just falls unconscious there and then. He's out.
COMBATSYS: C.Jack can no longer fight.
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Cammy 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Urien
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|====---\-------\0 Mary
Urien narrows his eyes as Cammy blocks his attack. He was started to get very frustrated by this woman. She was nimble, and had managed to weather some of his most potent blows. It was enough to really make him wonder if he had misjudged her. Either way, he knows he can't match her for speed. So he doesn't try, instead, as she comes at him, he doesn't even try to get out of the way.
Instead, halfway through the attack, he aims to suddenly /twist/ out of the out of the lock mid-way. Annoyingly, this does not go as planned, and it just means that he winds up badly positioned for the impact, taking the full brunt of the blow directly on his neck with a nasty crunch.
He just broke the concrete... with his head.
When he does manage to pick himself up to his feet, blood is practically flowing down his face from the nasty point of impact, and his neck /hurts/. The blow would have killed a lesser man. But Urien... just looks /incredibly/ angry underneath all that blood.
COMBATSYS: Mary dodges C.Jack's Home Run King.
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Cammy 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Urien
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|====---\-------\0 Mary
As C.Jack gets up, looking on, Mary glances to the broken, battered man. Water rains down, hard. She's been thrashed about, beaten and bloodied - but she's never quite given up in this battle, and it seems to have worked out in her favor. "Ya'll need to know when to quit.. it just ain't healthy for a man like you to over exert himself..." Says the lady who is about to collapse. Yet, where he might fight for the boss, she fights for DA BOUSS. He's loyal - she's a fanatic. It's what happens when you believe in something hard enough.
"Well, you certainly follow them.. if you don't succeed, darlin'..." She was holding onto something. What was she holding onto? The parasol retracts, pulling her upwards as C.Jack swings, as the chain she had hooked onto the air above is unattached as she flips, dress, a mass of white clothing, spinning with her. The parasol opens upwards, as she ... floats down?
Tapping the bottom of it against the ground twice, Mary glances over to Urien - oh. Wincing, she takes a deep breathe, the water focusing on her now, washing away the pain as she absorbs some of her spent energy from the area.
"It ain't over just quite yet... ya'll still got some fight in you, Boss.. and I ain't givin' up quite yet either."
COMBATSYS: Mary gains composure.
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Cammy 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Urien
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Body arched perfectly as Urien's neck slams into the ground, Cammy's legs flex and her toes push downward as she restores herself to an upright position, spinning and dusting her bracers off dismissively. "Oh, you're still alive, then?" she says, a thin brow raising as Urien rises. "I see."
Cammy moves quickly again, lunging forward, striking out with her palm to try and hit the large fighter right in the solar plexus. If she can, her goal is to chain -- the low blow leads to a strike to the other fighter's previously assailed neck, and from there into a swift judo toss, using Urien's own size and momentum against him.
COMBATSYS: Urien dodges Cammy's Combo Throw.
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Cammy 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Urien
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|==-----\-------\0 Mary
Urien narrows his eyes as Cammy comes in for him, and he steps back, nimbly ducking and dodging around and out of the way of the incoming attack. He exhales slowly, wiping blood from his face with the back of his hand. "Still alive?" He replies, though his expression no longer has any of the warmth or confidence than it had before. "Quite alive. It will take more than that to end me."
Looking over to Mary, the head of the G-Project straightens, drawing himself up to his full, impressive height. "Of -course- there is still fight left in me!" He barks, with uncommon anger flashing in his tone. "Did you really think I would allow this mongrel of a bygone age to be the end of me? Now. I see that you've bested your challenge. Assist me in demonstrating to this pathetic doll precisely why it is that we can take -everything- from Shadaloo, should it so suit our purposes."
There is definitely an unusual amount of animosity in Urien's bearing. He is not a man used to failure, let along consistent failure, but he knew the limits of his own body. And he was rapidly approaching them. The best he could really offer was bluff and thunder against the irritating calm of the deadly assassin.
COMBATSYS: Urien gains composure.
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Cammy 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Urien
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|==-----\-------\0 Mary
As Cammy assault her boss once again, Mary, a bit better off now, decides to take it to Cammy. She's feeling better, and her boss can't keep her away forever. She just has to buy him time - and that's just what she'll end up doing. "Ya'll can't forget about the help he has." She points out, albeit with Cammy, she might certainly be able to.
Of course, she says the worst thing. "... Of course, master." No drawl or anything. His uncommon anger flashing towards herself. She does not seek to fight against it, but rather, to remove it by removing the cause of his anger. She would not want to let him down. She would not want to be shown as useless in such a time, now. "I will not let you down."
Her choice of assault, however, may be a bit odd. Sliding against the water, her assault is heavily telegraphed - yet sped up a bit near the end. Already sliding, she suddenly swings the parasol about her like a lead pipe, careening oddly, weaving in a few circles, before trying to smash the blunt end against Cammy's chest.
It's almost a one woman dance, if not for the assault at the end.
One Cammy will no doubt likely see.
COMBATSYS: Cammy interrupts Element of Fun from Mary with Cannon Spike.
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Cammy 1/-----==/=======|====---\-------\0 Urien
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|=======\-------\0 Mary
The parasol pings off of Cammy's elbow, just shy of the armored portion of her arm. The assassin hisses in pain, the blow clearly slowing her -- but not much. Rather than pressing the assault by going high, Cammy dips low -- and rockets upward, one foot kicking up like a knife.
"CANNON /SPIKE/!" the English killer cries, lifting Mary into the air with her as cosmic blue Psycho Power erupts from the moment of impact. Cammy flips back to the ground when it's complete, clutching her arm and darting her eyes from opponent to opponent.
Urien is not, for all his appearances, a proud man. He liked to act as though he was, but honestly, when it comes down to him or his flunkie... he's going to choose his own backside every time. Which is why, as Mary comes in, Urien makes no movement to back her up. Instead, the fact that Cammy goes for her instead of him just makes him smile. Fantastic.
Easing himself, he draws his power within himself, the bleeding from his forehead is stanched, and he eases life back into his hurt arms, yes, very good, Mary...
"Don't give up, Mary!" He roars, "Show me your power! Show me what you are capable of!"
COMBATSYS: Urien gains composure.
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Cammy 1/------=/=======|===----\-------\0 Urien
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|=======\-------\0 Mary
The blue psycho power drills through her, Mary's eyes growing wide from the pain. The assault is almost enough to remove her. Almost enough to take her down. Well. Almost.
Crashing to the ground, Mary bends oddly, before being struck airwards and left to tumble back to the ground. Dress and all THUMPS against the concrete, bleeding, the psycho energy interrupting her thoughts. So hard to concentrate. That terrible energy. It's monstrous.
But Urien tells her to keep fighting. She arises, body twisting upwards as she lurches to her feet again. "Ya'll .. pretty good.. but I .. ain't done yet.. " Sliding forwards again, skating on the wet cement, of blood and the water from before, she makes another rather direct assault towards Cammy, swinging the parasol upwards.. and aiming to strike the chest/stomach region once, with the front of the parasol in a thrust.
Which isn't quite bad, until the spiked front .. would erupt. She's slowing.
COMBATSYS: Cammy blocks Mary's Piecrust Promise.
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Cammy 1/-----==/=======|===----\-------\0 Urien
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Cammy blocks the explosion -- though she's jabbed with the parasol, she's able to slap it away as the tip detonates, resulting in only minimal shrapnel injuring her, digging through the sky blue of her unitard and dotting it with a few more spots of red. Still, the Killer Bee doesn't even grimace as this happens -- she just grabs at the parasol again. "Cute toy. Can I play dress-up too?"
Cammy then attempts to smash the parasol forward into Mary's stomach, ramming the handle toward the other fighter just as she had the tip shoved at her. Should it connect, it's only the beginning, as Cammy then tries to not only ram it /hard/ into Mary, but so hard that she can use a sudden flip of her wrists to hurl Mary ass-over-elbows, the sort of move that Jet Li usually pulls off with the aid of less-than-subtle wirework.
And that's quite enough of that.
Suddenly, Urien is coming forwards again. The man has apparently decided that enough is enough, and that it's time he get back in the game. Or, perhaps, he's just decided that he's seen an opening in Cammy's defenses and it is time for him to take advantage of them. From nowhere, he leaps, his heel leading the way. Mary is, honestly, a secondary concern. He just wanted to see this woman brought down, for all the trouble that she has caused him throughout the course of this fight, it is time he showed her why that was a bad idea.
There's no shout, no warning, and he's practically silent as he comes in from behind the assassin, aiming to bring his heel down on the back of her head, as a healthy reminder of who else was still here, and not ready to call it a day just yet.
COMBATSYS: Mary fails to interrupt Quick Throw from Cammy with Practically Perfect.
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Cammy 1/-----==/=======|===----\-------\0 Urien
COMBATSYS: Mary can no longer fight.
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Cammy 1/-----==/=======|===----\-------\0 Urien
She tries. She really does. Mary ends up only nearly stabbing and blasting Cammy, but the woman still seems rather .. neutral about it all. That's bad, for Mary, who is rather tired. She cannot fight back. Even though she wants to, such a thing is .. rather impossible at this point. ".. Ya'll.. ain't having it."
She's interrupted as the parasol smashes forwards into her stomach, the handle heavily slammed into her.. with Cammy ramming it hard into Mary and then tossing her ass over elbows, the woman going with the motions and landing rather .. painfully on the ground. ".. Ya'll .. too much fer' little ol' me..." She responds, as she finally gives in, unable to fight any longer.
S'all on Urien now, as Mary gave it all for Urien. Just ain't anymore she can do. The clouds and rain dissipate also, returning the nice moonlight.
COMBATSYS: Urien successfully hits Cammy with Light Kick.
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Cammy 1/---====/=======|===----\-------\0 Urien
Having dispatched Mary, Cammy turns around -- and takes the heel right to the forehead. Urien's foot impacts her with such violence that she all but does a flip, going from being struck in the front of the head to hurtling back and down and slamming the /back/ of her head on the ground, her braids offering little protection. "Hurgh!" Cammy groans at the second impact, blood squirting somewhat unglamorously from her nostrils.
Rolling back over one shoulder into a crouch, the Killer Bee leaps upward, scaling a few crates to try and buy herself a moment or two. Breathing heavily, she summons the full power of her Shadaloo conditioning -- ignoring pain, ignoring fatigue, and ignoring weakness. Crouching above Urien, she's content to let him come to her for the moment while she catches her breath.
COMBATSYS: Cammy gains composure.
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Cammy 1/----===/=======|===----\-------\0 Urien
Urien casts a half glance to Mary. "You have done well." He states, some of his usual calm coming back, though there is, despite his words, still just a tinge of disappointment in there. She hadn't, after all, won. Even if she had done more than any sane boss could expect of her. If she hadn't stepped in when she had, Urien would almost certainly be down already.
However. Urien's lack of appropriate gratitude aside, he turns his attention back to Cammy. Eyes narrowing as the woman steadies herself, his response is a simple one. His hand whips forwards...
But it isn't anything directly from him which springs at Cammy, instead, one of the larger metal crates tears itself across the harbor, flung with surprising strength at the woman. "You should have run when I gave you the chance." He spits, angrily. "Now, I am going to break every bone in your body."
COMBATSYS: Cammy blocks Urien's Large Thrown Object.
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Cammy 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Urien
Cammy avoids being hit by the actual hurled crate itself -- it does, however, smash into the stack of crates upon which she rests, hurling the little woman into the air. Slamming bodily into a crossbeam, Cammy grunts as she flips herself up onto it, now skulking in the rafters as she traces the area below, seeking out Urien's position. "Promises, promises," she replies in a dull, unimpressed voice, before leaping downward.
Urien's seen this once before, but it's just as blindingly fast now. Whipping off of walls, Cammy becomes a one-woman blizzard, trading snowflakes for devastating jumpkicks. She only stops moving long enough to try and connect -- and then she's immediately off in some other direction, barreling around the room like a stuntwoman on crystal meth leading up to that final giant stomp.
COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Urien with Killer Bee Assault.
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Cammy 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 Urien
This time, he feels it.
Before, the move had been shielded, warded off by his speed and tenacity. This fight, however, has drug on so long that this time, when the attacks rip into him, he doesn't have a hope in hell of fending them off. The final attack sends him crashing to the ground for a moment...
And then he is surging up, energy burns about him in a bright corona of sheer -POWER-. He is URIEN. Not some pathetic whelp to be crushed under this brazen womens shoe. He is a man who will one day RULE this pathetic world, for it clearly did not have the presence of mind to rule ITSELF.
For a moment, it is as though the harbor is lit up, as though daylight has dawned early. The sheer amount of power that Urien draws upon is impressive in itself, that he is capable of this after taking such a heavy beating says a lot for his strength. Energy burns and crackles all about him, purple lightning lancing about his form as he turns to face Cammy head on.
"ENOUGH of you!" He roars, "Time for you... TO DIE!"
And with that, he suddenly hurls his hands forwards, an incredible blast of bright purple energy shoots from his outstretched palms, warping from so intense it hurts to look at, to so dark that it is as though the void of the night sky itself has been captured in that dark orb, every scrap of power that he could possibly muster, brought together into one, final, all-out assault. Either this worked, or he had nothing else to bring against her.
COMBATSYS: Urien successfully hits Cammy with Temporal Thunder.
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Cammy 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Urien
The orb explodes into Cammy -- it's only most of a lifetime spent being powerfully brainwashed that keeps her from screaming. She soars through the air again, this time not of her own volition, and smashes into the long neck of a crane, leading to an unfortunate-sounding 'crunch' that comes right from her upper back.
Toppling end over end through the air, Cammy uses the last of her willpower to try and direct her fall. Seeing Urien's form below, she attempts to fall -- well, /onto/ him. It's a desperate move, but she has no other options, and she's pulled off crazier odds before. A mission's a mission, and she's not quite ready to give up yet.
Seeking to land on Urien's shoulders, Cammy puts whatever reserves of strength she has left into trying to lock her arms around his neck once more, and flip him backward into another violent hurricanrana. Win or lose, though, it's all she has left, and as she snaps her body backward the spike of pain that runs through her injured back is enough to terminate her consciousness.
COMBATSYS: Cammy can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Urien with Frankensteiner.
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|=------\-------\0 Urien
Urien is glad to see that the attack goes as planned. Cammy is sent hurtling back, and, as ever, it is his own arrogance that costs him dearly. Relaxing his guard already when he is sure the attack has hit- as he is certain that -no- person could get up again after such a terrifying blow struck after such a long and bitter battle, he's starting to walk towards the downed Mary before he's aware that Cammy is coming at him again.
Though he tries to get out of the way of the attack, in the end, it's just not possible for him to avoid it, weakened and battered as he is, the last dredges of his willpower are shattered by the blow, as with a groan, he hits the dirt, and underneath the comatose form of Killer Bee, his skin returns to the pale color it had been before he had begun the combat.
With a visible effort, he picks himself up from the floor. Without a scrap of his power to call on, there was little chance that he could even begin to remove the goods from the harbor, let alone fend off even the weakest of Shadaloo's remaining guards.
His irritation is obvious. They'd fought the enemy to a standstill, but in the end, that was as useful to him as /failure/. Worse than if they had never bothered. Quickly as he can, he leans down, and simply scoops Mary up and over his shoulder. Taking his leave of the scene as fast as his (admittedly shaky) legs can carry him, back to the parked limousine that would take them back to base.
Next time... they had better be more prepared for such fierce resistance.
COMBATSYS: Urien takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Urien can no longer fight.
Log created on 20:31:03 03/24/2009 by Cammy, and last modified on 21:49:41 03/27/2009.