Description: War is chaos, and chaos brings opportunity. For Alma Towazu, it is an opportunity to fight and suffer with courage for his heartfelt ideals; for Adon, it is an opportunity to advance himself while others are distracted by the discord. Neo League? In wartime, in the midst of the final stage of the YFCC's evacuation? The former has no time for the machinations of the latter. But an insidious ambush takes a turn for the bizarre when another emerges abruptly onto the scene, determined to seize upon an opportunity to further his own cause-- and take revenge upon a traitor.
At least he was here this time.
Alma Towazu surveys the damage with a calm and gentle eye as he stands in the midst of the YFCC lobby, its environs once more dismantled and made desolate by an invading force. Those forces have since retreated, thanks to only the most desperate of defenses, and those volunteers and children who were threatened by the conflict have been withdrawn to such safety as his possible in this city now. For his part, Alma will be relocating, along with a number of his close friends and fellow YFCC defenders, to the Futaba Estate, in the hopes of providing succor for those displaced by the warfare.
Naturally, he would like to stage the counter-attack that so much of the younger volunteers argued for before they were dismissed back to their homes and families, but this option does not seem remotely feasible. Perhaps if they had endured the battle with their formation and morale intact; perhaps if they had performed better, and been able to pursue the retreating NESTS forces to their source. As it is, they only survived, apparently due to the intervention of some fighters that Alma has not even met yet, and the NESTS army succeeded in at least one objective: rendering the YFCC defunct and obsolete.
There is little this place can do for the children now.
The tall blond model contemplates this fate, quietly coming to terms with a reality any man would prefer to defy. He has changed out of his tailored suit, his business outfit ruined by the battles and Foxy's hunting blade, and his dark designer jeans and cream-toned zip-up sweater are pristine, but the top is unzipped and hangs loose, revealing that his light bronze chest is swathed completely in bandages, some of which are slightly stained. For a man apparently so injured, Alma stands poised and unflinchingly, his natural elegance no less in abundance than ever.
Pain is easy to let go of when it is made meaningful.
But then, while this pain is imbued with the recognition that he stood up for his convictions, his most heartfelt faiths in human dignity and interdependence, and his own integrity-- it also remains the symbol of that other knowledge, less palatable.
Slipping a hand into a tight pocket, Alma's composure betrays nothing.
It hurts because they lost so much.
At least he was here this time.
The Emperor of Muay Thai surveys the damage with a twisted and intense glare as he stands outside the YFCC lobby, its environs now occupied by one Alma Towazu. For several weeks, Adon was hunting down the man. Stalking him, trying to KNOW where he was. He lost ten great men, and was forced to do much worse to others. And then, like the wind, he picked up the scent. A wounded Alma, creeping back to his hovel. And now, here was Adon, gripping in his hand a single leather glove. Seeking Alma. Not for power like some. Not for vengeance like others. No, Adon had something more sinister. Something more terrible. He was after Alma for one reason, and one reason alone.
Pride.
Alma Towazu was the gilded bull of the Neo-League tournament. Consistently great standings. World popular in both the fangirl circuit and fighting fans alike. Known well for his unique 'magic bishie sparkles' which Adon found vaguely similar to the 'Blue Magnum' look from the brilliant movie Zoolander. Adon wanted to defeat him. Just for the symbolism. The conflict didn't matter. They were just meaningless distractions from the true fight.
The fight for 5 entire points.
"JOE!" The emperor announces suddenly, not looking away from the gaping hole that was once the front door. From his right, his personal cameraman adjusts the camera, nervously scanning around. Twitching the thin dark hairs of a half-formed mustache "Uh, so, I mean, yes Adon, sir?" He nervously mumbles, warming the camera up. The Hispanic-looking young man was understandably worried. For starters, him and the increasingly alcoholic official were the only survivors of the group, excluding the emperor himself. The other ten Muay Thai warriors assigned to defend them were systematically killed in the night by some strange she-devil and a small teenager. Joe managed to get a glimpse of them during their fight with Adon, and quickly got out. And now, Adon was still forcing them to move on. Joe looked over at Alfred, the balding man with the rich walrus mustache. Already he was downing some sort of hybrid between cough syrup and vodka.
Joe soundly swallows.
When Adon charges forward, his two all too useful consorts follow in a staggering stumble. "Let me ASK YOU! Do you NOT THINK that ZOOLANDER is the FUNNIEST MOVIE EVER in the HISTORY of the WORLD! As the EMPEROR of MUAY THAI, I must SAY that BEN STILLER is QUITE the COMEDIC GENIUS! ALSO! START RUNNING the CAMERA!" The Emperor cackles as he approaches the entrance of the building, Glove gripped tightly in his hand. Joe warms up the camera, fixing it right on his boss. As the Emperor entered the gaping hole, he simply screams his entrance.
"ALMA TOWAZU! I! ADON! The EMPEROR of MUAY THAI! Have COME to ACCEPT your HONORABLE CHALLENGE!"
Yes, there is dignity. There is integrity. There is honor.
And then there is Adon.
It is rare that Alma Towazu feels as though he can read every nuance of a situation both instantly and without any help from his psychic intuition. It is further on the verge of impropability that he could feel so aware of the emotions permeating an interaction while still finding the interaction itself totally incomprehensible. But this is precisely what follows, as the YFCC director and title-winning fighting model tilts his finely-structured head to gaze at this bizarre newcomer sidelong. His two sidekicks stink with trepidation; their leader is obviously some megalomaniac who has dragged them into his fold. Alma has plenty of experience with megalomaniacs; being a hero will do that, and being one with a messiah schtick even more so.
"..."
Well, perhaps the aura sense does help in one small degree: being a little more certain that Adon is not insane. Probably. He could have already inferred that this man is a sufficiently worthy warrior by simply being able to travel about during the current storm, but being able to sense that intimately helps. The context may be bizarre, and feeding the narcissism of his adversaries is not particularly a hobby of Alma's, but this nevertheless a formidable challenger. The reason for the challenge fades into partial irrelevance in light of that fact, at least for a man such as he, who so savors the clash of souls against those who would otherwise be so, um, unintelligible.
"...I'm sorry, but now is not the time."
Which is why Alma finds his own total lack of appetite for a fight, an experience that has been foreign to him now for years, to be the greatest indicator, even moreso than the swath of destruction about him, that the circumstances are extreme.
"We are currently in the midst of a crisis at the YFCC, and I am occupied by my administrative duties," Alma murmurs gently, about as euphemistically and politely as a human being could given this outrageous context. "If you want to participate in a recorded fight, please return at a later date."
There's just no way. The fangirl favorite's convictions have been appropriated, his savior's faith turned to a general's ruthlessness. Gentle Alma is at war. He did not consciously decide this, yet--
"But thank you for your challenge," he adds, judiciously.
Instinctively, he understands one thing:
Sincerity would be impossible in a battle upon this stage.
Adon doesn't actually listen to Alma. He already knows what he probably would say. Like everyone else, they were confused and caught off guard. Exactly how the Emperor of Muay Thai likes it. "NONSENSE!" Adon cries, continuing his steady march. Joe points the camera between the super model and the Jaguar. Alfred just sort of rummages across his body with his free hand, taking shots out of his Vodka jug. The emperor himself just grins, watching the all-too-aware opponent. "Besides, we have an AGREEMENT!"
Ah yes. The agreement. Alma never agreed to anything. Just that he had to do some fights whenever he would. Adon figured that he could force himself on Alma. If he resisted, then, well, the Emperor of Muay Thai had his own cunningness to insidiously tear him asunder. Swinging the glove about, the man just leers as he moves in closer, closer to the pretty man-child. Closing into the personal space bubble. Alfred finally pulls out a PDA, and drops an empty bottle with a crash. "Alwaaaaaa… yeah… you have… you have… legitimate. Yeah. Neo-league."
*Hiccup*
"INDEED!" The Emperor sticks out his free hand, holding it out to Alma. Grinning a corn-fed smile, he eagerly waits for his foe to grab the hand. "Really, ALMA! You must RELAX! You have your HONOR to THINK OF! How can you TURN DOWN such a LEGITIMATE FIGHT between you, the FORMER CHAMPION, and I! The EMPEROR of MUAY THAI! You MUST accept! Do not WORRY!" The emperor snarls, sneering through his fake grin. "It would be over QUICK!"
Adon is stilling moving in towards Alma, hand outreached to clutch Alma's own paw.
Alma frowns faintly.
It's difficult to make Alma angry. One cannot insult a person with nothing to prove, his faith imbuing him with a seemingly unconditional sense of self-worth transcending strength or success; one cannot provoke a person who can let anything go, embracing through a commitment to dignity the transcience of life and its trappings. Striking at that dignity directly is the only way to go-- but the path must be subtle. Humiliation is not the answer. To incite Alma's righteous fury, so elusive when he is not in combat, one must rather be a defiant example of indignity, a living affront to his elevated way of life-- and thereby, discreetly or unintentionally, a suggestion that his philosophy is unnecessary.
A fight for pride?
"Adon-san, we are at war."
Ridiculous.
"I will not participate in a League fight under these circumstances."
His tone is not cold; his eyes do not burn. The young exemplar would probably consider such frustration to be beneath him. His outrage would only be seen if you are looking for it: in the subtle shift of his brow, in the slightest narrowing of his eyes.
"If, however, you demand a match..."
He stands still, as Adon closes in with hand outstretched.
"I will agree to spar with you briefly, to satisfy you until we may fight officially at a later date."
His own shift in attitude, too, is subtle, and it is due precisely to that anger that Adon has, intentionally or otherwise, slowly stoked within him. Not that he has any desire to take that anger out on this smirking fellow; far from it. But this absurd narcissist is all too reminiscent of those who are culpable for the damage that has been wrought upon the YFCC.
It will be good practice to explore such a twisted spirit.
And so, expression still mild and relaxed, Alma extends his hand.
Adon continues to smile as he takes in the hand of Alma. With a firm grip, he locks it on. And to that, the Emperor of Muay Thai coos with a syrupy growl. "I humbly accept, Alma." Unusually low tones for the Jaguar. His grip tightens, keeping the lock on. Joe moves at their flanks, keeping between them as Alfred also moves at the sides. With a drunken mumble, he almost breathes the announcement. "Ready. Fight."
Just like what was agreed.
The Emperor drops the glove, shifting his entire weight around. Alma might know what was going on. The emperor just twisted, warping around as his gripped turned deathly tight. With a single, solid motion, he tried to bring the innocent monk into him, taking advantage of the moment. If successful, he would just drive his knee into the model's torso, attempting to knock the entire wind out of him. And if he managed to succeed, he would take but a moment to lean in, and say a few, sparse words to him, whispered straight into his ears.
"I HUMBLY -ACCEPT-"
COMBATSYS: Adon has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Alma has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Alma blocks Adon's Jaguar Slam.
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Alma 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Adon
Fast. He's fast.
"Kkhh--!"
But pride makes men predictable.
Particularly when their opponents sense intentions as eyes see color. Alma Towazu does not so much sense the flash of violent intent as he does experience, without a flicker of recognition on his subdued features, the washing over him of an eerie foreboding akin to what one might feel in the presence of someone dangerously irrational. Knowing that this fight will not be orthodox but determined not to toss aside his sense of honor in the face of simple danger, Alma takes the hand, not betraying the caution his psychic awareness is heartily encouraging him to take.
And so his grunt is not one of pain but of effort, as the forearm of his free arm shifts laterally to cushion the powerful knee strike of the Muay Thai fighter. His instincts served him well enough; he did not seek to pull away his dominant hand from Adon's crushing grip. In fact--
"Hmph."
Far from it.
"...Amateur."
What was that? It was hard to hear. Did prettyboy say something? There is little time to think on that, for what results will surely draw all of Adon's attention: their clasping hands ignite as Soul Power manifests as ethereal white flame, its glittering lights traced with cherry-blossom pink and royal indigo. There is no sensation of heat, at least not yet, but an oppressive feeling begins to grow, one that threatens to mix physical pain with the existential agony of a rended psyche.
He won't hold fast; he'll let Adon pull away, or even let his hand slip himself. He simply wants Adon to react, so that he may thrust that hand in swiftly past a startled guard, and unleash that fire as a spiralling dart at point-blank range, aiming to crash against Adon's chest and send him staggering back, nerves tangled and synapses firing wildly.
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Adon with Sacred Wave.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Alma 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Adon
"KEE HEE HAAAAAA-HUH!?!"
As Adon smashes his knee into Alma, yes. BUt instead of pain, he only managed to... annoy him? The Emperor was shocked. He had everything for him. The element of surprise. The initative. Alma was even weakened slightly. But now, he still managed to not even shatter his entire ribcage. And in that, the Jaguar almost burn in rage. As Alma warms up the attack, he doesn't even react properly. He just winds back, preparing to unleash another body crushing move.
And a few seconds later, he wakes up in a heap outside the building.
Adon's mind and body was still reeling. He didn't understand what happened exactly. He just knew he was hit, and that he was confused. And why did his body feel so tingly. That must have been the rage. Or was that because he just took a load of Alma energy in the face?
Rising up, Adon charged back inside. "JAAAAAGGA! CHEATER! You CHEATING JERK! Wasn't he CHEATING?!" Alfred nods. "Yeah, penaaaaaaaaaaalllllllll something." The judge waves his hand. The Emperor squeals. "THEN A FREE STRIKE against the LYING WORM! JAAAAAAGGAAAAAAAAAAH!" Was the scream as the Jaguar pounces, flying right back towards Alma with a flying knee, clearing the distance between the two at surprising speed. Looks like Muay Thai is being used appropriately here.
For cheap revenge.
COMBATSYS: Urien has joined the fight here in the center.
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Alma 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Adon
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Urien 0|-------|------=
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Urien with Medium Kick.
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Suddenly: Explosions.
It would likely come as a surprise primarily to Alma, given the psychics abilities, one would have thought that this sudden presence would have been noticed sooner than it is. The trouble is, that it isn't. There was nobody there one moment, and the next, the wall has exploded, and the dark form of a large, angry Grecian has ploughed straight through it, in all his bethonged glory. For Adon, this might be a case of deja vu, after all, the last time they had met, he had done much the same thing. This time, however, there is one subtle difference.
That difference is that Adon kicks him, right in the face.
With a grunt, the head of the G-Project stumbles back a couple of steps. Looking decidedly pissed off. He had moved to intercept the attack meant for Alma, and had apparently received his just reward for such an act. As deity to messiah, it is quite clear that Alma should be jumping in front of attacks meant for -him-, not the other way around!
In some circles, moving in front of an attack meant for another is probably something that would inspire confidence. The trouble is, this is not one of those situations. The entire action is likely offset somewhat by the fact that waves of animosity and domination practically roll off Urien, as he cracks his neck. Completely blanking Alma, he focuses entirely on Adon.
"So." He states, darkly. "First, you -fail- to do what I ask and clear this place of enemies. Then, you -fail- to meet up with other members of the resistance, and start working to free Southtown. Finally. You decide to -attack- one of the very men that I wish to ask to help my cause. Bravo, Adon. Bravo. Get out of my sight, you pathetic, blundering oaf, before I remove you from it for good."
Urien's eyes narrow, his teeth gritting as he focuses, energy suffusing his form in a crackling corona, the dark bruise that had been forming on his cheek starting to melt away already. He casts a look back at Alma, a brief inclination of his head. "As I said; I've come to meet you. I do hope now is a good time, I do so hate to intrude."
COMBATSYS: Urien enters a meditative state.
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Urien 0|-------|--=====
What in the--
Alma had stood poised in his stance, his heart racing as Adon hurled himself toward the alert psychic-- who turned out to be not nearly alert enough. The Soul Power he had been gathering into his fist fades abruptly before the energy can be wasted, instead regarding with complete bafflement their scantily clad and chiseled visitor.
Talk about interrupting with divine intervention.
The blond youth blinks, his mildly bemused expression hardly doing justice to how utterly surprised he actually is. Not that he has much reason to be angry that Urien has exploded through the wall; there are only so much walls left standing to begin with. But a situation that had already begun to spin out of control is now decidedly out of the YFCC director's purview.
"Come to meet me...?"
Then there's no need for him to introduce himself.
"...May I ask... who you are?"
Alma Towazu, senses now doubly strained after being unable to anticipate the G-Project head's abrupt entrance, somehow has the feeling this person isn't going to end up being a peace broker. He may not be certain what he is focusing his formidable passion towards, but--
He'd better be prepared for anything.
COMBATSYS: Alma gathers his will.
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Urien 0|-------|--=====
Alma might pick up the waves of emotion overcoming the Emperor of Muay Thai. The abrupt shock of who comes piling through. And then, the utter ecstasy of when he manages to smash into him. Finally, the intense fury. Adon was all too happy to pile into this strange man.
After all, he was working for him.
Joe nervously backs away, unsure of what to make of the situation. And then, he suddenly turns off the camera. "Adon, um, sir, I hate to, I really hate to, I mean, I really really hate to, but. Um." Joe looks at Urien, and nods. He wasn't going to lose another camera. "I think this isn't going to count for Neo-League."
The fury builds up more and more. The Jaguar pounces back, glaring first at Alma and then Urien himself. Insulting the Emperor was one thing. But having the nerve to actually believe Adon was going to keep his promises? Unthinkable. The greatest sin, however, was standing between a Jaguar and his prey. Seething, Adon's grin keeps boiling out. He watched. Waited. Urien turned his head towards Alma. Joe stopped filming because of Urien. And he had to. Because URIEN and his G-PROJECT just RUINED his perfectly legit NL match.
And in that, Adon would not tolerate.
The Emperor of Muay Thai ducks low, and bounds up behind his employer. He remembered when he press-ganged him into serving. He remembers how he was told to take in Alma. He didn't care. He would have brought Alma in only after he knocked the snot out of him. But Urien had to go and ruin everything, winding both arms back, he moved up towards the well-chiseled man with a grin like a warped punchinello. Should he make it, he will just smash both arms into the skull of the bigger man while he still was distracted. And to that, Adon will scream.
"NO ONE speaks to the EMPEROR of MUAY THAI like THAT, -FRIEND!-
COMBATSYS: Urien dodges Adon's Fierce Punch.
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"My name, is Urien." The mysterious Grecian replies, "I doubt that it means much to you at the moment. But, all will be revealed."
That said, he's not in much of a mood to reveal anything right now. He has an annoying, angry Jaguar to put down. As Adon comes in at him, the man moves with surprising fluidity, darting to the side at the last possible moment, he corrects his stance, raising his hands and letting his legs settle together in a strong, balanced movement...
"We've been through this, -Emperor-." He states, with a low growl. "You can't beat me. Because you are merely mortal, whereas I."
And, suddenly, he's lashing out at Adon, his fist whipping out like greased lightning, aiming not to particularly bludgeon Adon badly, but just give him a reminder of who it was he was facing, and the kind of speed that Urien is capable of. A quick, focused blow striking out for the back of his head.
"Am a God." The words aren't said with any particular boast to them, this is not Urien making some wild claim or one based on ego and nothing more. It is a statement of fact, and one which he is more than willing to hammer home to the Emperor of Muay Thai if he really needs to.
A god.
Alma's knuckles whiten.
Urien claims to be a god.
"Enough."
The beautiful youth shakes his head slowly, arms trembling faintly. Enough; enough. These two are beyond outrageous, and Alma is beyond indignant. Where these any other men in any other place, he could surely walk away. But, even though ruined, this is the lobby of the center /he/ is committed to protecting-- and these two possess spirits equally repugnant to him. How many megalomaniacs are there in this city? How much competition do Vega and Igniz need?
"I've no patience," Alma says quietly, striding toward the fighting men, "for emperors and gods. Neither are welcome in this place. If you have anything to say to me--"
An angel, perhaps, but one determined to live among humans.
"Cease your squabbling first!"
Can he really end the conflict between these two? Is being provoking only playing into the hands of those who might be interested anyway in seeing his fighting spirit in action? Alma Towazu does not care. The beings of these two men are antithetical to his own. His very essence strains against their presumptions. He can no longer endure how offensive merely being in their presence is, and he refuses to leave.
And so he attacks, a blaze of Soul Power accompanying his outstretched fist as he seeks to plow a lance of focused psychic fire into Urien's body -- and possibly his back, if he does not turn from Adon to heed Alma's words -- to make his righteous feelings known as viscerally and compellingly as he is able.
"Ridiculous!!"
What will a self-proclaimed god think of flames that aspire to divinity?
COMBATSYS: Adon endures Urien's Jab Punch.
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Urien 0|-------|--=====
"KYEE HEE HEE!"
Adon interrupts both with a peal of laughter. He had been waiting for this chance. A chance to not only defeat Alma in battle, but to crush someone like Urien. Who DARED think he could put a collar on the Emperor. To make him his dog. His PET.
His own personal Sagat.
That second thought burned through his mind. When the Greek God reaches out to strike Adon, he just tenses up. And with a squeal, he simply ignores it. Keeping inside the clutch of Urien, he ignores the point and attempts to keep inside the clinch. If he can get a grip on him, he will simply smash his elbow at the face of the bigger man, and- oh look. Alma is attacking. That's it. He would smash an elbow into the face of Urien, and hurl him back towards Alma.
To help him, of course.
COMBATSYS: Urien blocks Adon's Combo Grapple.
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COMBATSYS: Urien fails to reflect Self Expression from Alma with Aegis Reflector.
- Power fail! -
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Urien is... less than impressed.
The first thing that happens is that he is punched in the face by Adon, again. This is starting to get to be a bad habit of the Emperor of Muay Thai, and one he is going to have to discourage. Wrenching himself free of the grab, however, he roots himself firmly to the spot, and rounds on the white blast of power instead. Narrowing his eyes, he throws his hands out to the side.
"AEGIS REFLECTOR!"
Unfortunately, Urien has never actually encountered Soul Power before, and the result is something far less impressive than he had hoped for. The bright pink screen of energy bursts into life, but, it is as though Alma's energy is operating on an entirely different level. Not necessarily a better one, but one that he hadn't been prepared to deflect. Meaning, simply put, that it passes through the barrier as though it wasn't even there, and burns directly into Urien's chest. For those with a strong knowledge of anatomy, Alma just shot Urien in the heart.
With love.
The head of the G-Project is bodily lifted up off the floor by the blast, and manages to catch himself, skidding back against the floor, he shoots an angry look at Alma, as though personally -insulted- by what had just happened.
"I have come." He replies, firmly, "To try and assist in building this place back, and helping you to get the maniacs out of your town. I can hardly help being what I am. If, however, this is such a major issue, then I am sorry to have interrupted, and I shall leave you to be beaten to a bloody pulp by this maddened animal in peace."
... Well, you can't really deny it: Alma is a Deityist.
That's the power of love.
"Can't help being what you are?"
Alma Towazu's shoulders slump, his eyes clouding over with disbelief and bemusement.
"What, is your god complex a psychiatric condition...?"
Speak for yourself, bringer of salvation. That Alma has been pushed to the limits of his sense of humor, his deadpan comments and unusually revealing expression betraying how out of his element he feels, is a sign more than anything that he has truly met two people who push his every button. To him, there is little more irresponsible than narcissism.
Having them in the same room is just too much to handle.
"And you!"
They don't even have the decency to to play into their roles a little more. At least Igniz and Vega never got defensive. At least they never actually allowed themselves to seem /insecure/.
"You just... just stop laughing like that!"
What is /up/ with these guys?
Turning toward the cackling Muay Thai emperor to whom he has been brought in close proximity, Alma just lashes into a blurring series of poised sweeping kicks, attempting to hammer at the comically arrogant fellow while focusing his mind on something productive: maintaining an elegant and balanced stance.
"You really care about the /League/, at a time like /this/?"
Irresponsible! Self-absorbed!
Intolerable!
COMBATSYS: Adon dodges Alma's Autumn Rain.
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Adon sneers, pulling back as Urien is left to deal with the wrath of Alma. As the god tries to stop the waves of energy, the Emperor just keeps hopping back, cackling. Swiftly scanning the area, he catches two facts most disturbing. Joe, his cameraman was apparently waving at Urien, trying to get his attention. And his camera? Not fixed on both of them. And what about Alfred? Passed out. Disturbing. Insulting. The Emperor just shook his head, still smiling.
Then comes in Alma.
Adon almost effortless leaps away from the attack, entering a backflip to let the kicks fall short. He lands on a small section of wall still standing, leering at the boy-man below him. With Urien warning about his retreat, this meant that Adon had every to win. "Why NOT. It isn't like you have ANYTHING BETTER you are doing!" The Emperor snarls, diving off the wall in a low angle towards Alma. Not quite a dive, but almost like a drop. And then, his leg winds back.
Alma has best to gather his thoughts quickly, for the Emperor of Muay Thai was diving down, winding back his leg for a single, powerful strike. Already his chi energy was boiling at the base of heel. Already was he aiming straight for the collarbone of the monk. Adon was going for a dangerous, if risky attack. But why not be risky, he considers as he screeches the name of the attack, dropping the heel down in an arc of energy.
"JAAAAAGGAAAAAAAH KEEEEEEEEEEEK!"
Urien narrows his eyes at that, and shakes his head slowly. The truth is; Urien -is- insecure. Not because he doubted his divinity (he -is- a God. He has been raised from birth to believe that.) But because he knows that Gods die. He has, in fact, banked rather a lot of his immediate future on the fact that Gods can be killed, and he doesn't see his birthright as something that provides him with an innate get-out-of-jail-free card. He knows he is perfectly capable of being defeated, and of dying. Being a God doesn't grant him any special abilities beyond that. What it did mean, is that he had a job to do. As he watches Alma and Adon throw themselves at one another again, he simply shakes his head, and turns.
"I didn't think that you were rich enough in friends to turn them away." He states, calmly. Simply intending to walk away. He had nothing else to say to these men, Adon had clearly been a mistake; not only could he not be relied upon to do his promised job, he was also /bad/ at it. And Alma was obviously a waste of time as well. A disappointment, but it wasn't as though he was lacking for other groups that would welcome his support, and getting hold of resources was rapidly becoming an important factor, given the amount he had sunk into this venture thus far.
... Although, perhaps at a later date, that strange power that had struck right the way through his barrier would be worth studying ...
COMBATSYS: Urien takes no action.
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Alma 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Adon
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Urien 0|-------|----===
COMBATSYS: Alma blocks Adon's Jaguar Kick.
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Alma 1/-======/=======|=====--\-------\0 Adon
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Urien 0|-------|----===
Someone needs to take charge of this nonsense.
"Hmph!"
Alma has his carefully cultivated and maintained stance to thank more than anything for his successful defense; any untrained observer would be able to tell that this was a close call, his arms only barely snapping into place in time to parry and redirect the motion of Adon's arcing kick, twisting with the grace of a gymnast to partially control the kickboxer's momentum.
"Friends?"
To be fair, Alma is rich in friends indeed. His adventures have endeared him to many, and his closest allies -- Jiro Kasagi, Hotaru Futaba, Frei Tsukitomi-Renard -- are, in their own rights, household names, albeit more of the appealing rising-star or underdog variety. He would not have been able to create our sustain the YFCC without them. But neither is he ever one to turn down a legitimate offer, a hand reached out sincerely. It's hard to tell what sincerity would mean for a man like Urien. But--
"If you want to work /with/ me--"
These words gasped out, as he weaves slightly away from an Adon who has hopefully been shunted aside by the successful defense, his right hand accumulating soulfire renewed.
"--either show me your power--"
What does this man mean by god?
"--or fix my wall!"
It wasn't the most considerate entrance, Urien.
But neither does Alma have a very considerate, at least conventionally speaking, standard of what it means to 'reach out'. The self-proclaimed god may still understand, however, why Alma attacks. Not in anger, not even in outraged indignation, the beautiful youth slams his fist into the battle-scarred floor, sending a stream of energy tracing its way silently across the tile before exploding beneath Urien's feet in a tremendous geyser, a psychic storm that crushes wills and scatters one's sense of self.
Who /are/ these people?
Alma doesn't like either of them one bit, but--
He can't let /that/ one leave just yet.
Adon, though, can get lost. That guy is a douche.
COMBATSYS: Urien reflects Full Confession from Alma with Aegis Reflector.
- Power hit! -
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Alma 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Adon
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Urien 0|-------|----===
Speaking of female hygenic products.
Adon howls in rage when once again Alma rebuffs his expert techniques. Crashing down to the ground with a pounce, he is, for a moment, weak. Joe, off to the side, realizes that Urien is giving him the cold shoulder. Darn it. He really wanted a safe passage out of here. Adon wasn't trustworthy enough. And after seeing his failure to win fights, he was beginning to understand the level of skill behind this so called Emperor of Muay Thai.
Meanwhile, the douchebag of Muay Thai was being left alone for a moment by both Urien and Alma. And to that, he might have praised both. After all, he considered as he finally regained his balance, now he could attack Alma from BEHIND. As the monk unleashes his vengeful (hey, when you lash out against someone when they offend you, it is vengence. Maybe Alma is a lot more like the Emperor of Muay Thai than he hoped.) strike against the Geek god, Adon was already dashing from behind. Attempting to stun him, he leaps at Alma's back, both elbows raised high. If he managed to get on him, he would introduce his new found friend with a little present called a Jagga Crunch. How does it work? Well, it involves a certain Emperor of Muay Thai bringing his elbows right down upon the skull of a person, driving it into his spine. Not that painful, as long as Alma isn't distracted. To which Adon helps by cackling in a soothing, high-pitched manner.
"KHEEEEAA HWAAA HWAAAA!"
If there is one thing Urien really does not like, it is when people challenge his power.
No, wait, there is one thing he hates more than that. It is when people challenge his power, and then attack him. Especially when they attack him from behind. Which is what he suddenly becomes aware has happened.
Urien really is very good with energy. When it comes to Chi, there are only a handful of people in the world who can number themselves his better, and fewer still who were as accomplished physically as well. He felt that burning, strange energy once before... and he had no intention of allowing it to touch him again. Even as he feels it coming in beneath his feet.
In one smooth, sudden movement Urien whirls around, and bellows angrily, "MY POWER?!" He roars, "VERY WELL! PREPARE YOURSELF!" That energy sure does seem to be getting very close though, Urien, are you sure you don't want to...
"AEGIS REFLECTOR!"
With a sudden bright -BURST- of power, purple energy crackles into being, the wall is created at a diagonal angle to the floor, literally funneling the bright blast of power straight back at its source. But, more than that, he pours his own power forwards, infusing it with a touch of his own electric energy. The strange properties of the G-Project infused chi that allowed him such fine control serving quite well in this regard.
When it passes, he is slightly out of breath, but stands ready, eyes blazing indignantly back at the pair of warriors. -Daring- them to strike at him again. To think that he had been ready to walk away... obviously he needed to bludgeon some common sense back into these fools.
COMBATSYS: Urien successfully hits Alma with Reflected Full Confession.
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Alma 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Adon
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Urien 0|-------|----===
COMBATSYS: Alma dodges Adon's Jaguar Crunch.
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Alma 1/--=====/=======|====---\-------\0 Adon
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Urien 0|-------|----===
Alright then.
Alma Towazu grimaces slightly as he perceives Urien's growing fury. This guy is /sensitive/. He may know what this man's plan is-- he may not even know his /name/-- but he can tell a lesser cousin to his dictatorial nemesis when he sees one. This Urien is not someone he wants as an ally, even if he could conceivably be useful.
Too bad he didn't figure that out a second before.
The rush of air and howling cackle behind him alert Alma just /barely/ in time to react, forcing him to crouch low as the Muay Thai emperor hurtles over him, those elbows failing to hit their mark-- but his instincts have forced him into a position from which he cannot maneuver. Feeling his geyser painfully repulsed, the psychic feedback of his own energies turned against him twisting at his highly-trained mind, Alma can only raise his guard-- but he cannot withstand the force of the attack that he encounters there.
This power--
"Guhh!"
Urien may not have Igniz's power or composure, but--
He is not a man to be trifled with.
Alma, sprawling to the floor, needs some breathing room, and some time in which to do the breathing. Rolling with a wild grace to his feet, he simply lunges toward the man closest to him -- that of course being Adon -- and seeks to unbalance him with a scything low kick before ferociously punching him in the chest, attempting to hurl him back at Urien and occupy the self-proclaimed god for a few moments more, only a surge of adrenaline keeping him on his feet as his mind and body reel from the force of the reflected blow he just endured.
Good thing they don't make very good allies.
But when have two megalomaniacs ever gotten along?
COMBATSYS: Adon interrupts Combo Attack from Alma with Rising Jaguar.
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Alma 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\-------\0 Adon
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Urien 0|-------|----===
Adon doesn't even let Alma get off his follow-up punch.
The Emperor falls to the ground, his hands spreading out to catch the falling body. Missed again. This was troubling. At least his target was torn open by- Oh. It seemed that Urien sent the attack right back towards the handsome monk.
How thoughtful.
But then Alma comes back towards the jerk of Muay Thai. He ducks low to sweep a kick right into the Emperor. Adon didn't have much time to react. So instead, he began to flex. When the leg hits him, it is like a solid block of marble, the endurance of Muay Thai coming to surface. Adon grins into the monk. "No. NO! JAAAAAAAAAGGA!" He screams as Alma rises back up...
And Adon shoots up as well.
Catching Alma in the chest, he hammers one of his knees right into him. Adon doesn't waste much more time after that. He slams his other knee, bringing back that same pain he hoped to introduce the former champion at the beginning of the match. To that, he rebounds off, landing back on the ground with a deft bounce.
Still smiling like always.
Urien is apparently quite happy with the result. It isn't that he's a particularly vindictive man- though he is- it is simply that Alma had, perhaps, infuriated him far more than he would have thought possible. How dare this insect even think to question the possibility of Urien throwing in his lot with him? Was he stupid? Did he simply not realize the sheer number of forces arrayed to crush him off the face of the earth? Or was it that he really thought Urien so forgettable that he could be cast aside without so much as a moments consideration?
No matter, however, as his power was quite definitely made clear by the crushing force sent rocketing back at Alma, he takes a moment to recover some of his bearing, eyes narrowing as he watches Adon continue the brutal punishment. This was entertaining, in a way. Although he had no particular desire to encourage Adon's ... well, continued ability to breathe, really... he was more than content to, for the moment, just watch the fight unfold. If, of course, the other two fighters were content to lend him the same courtesy.
COMBATSYS: Urien gains composure.
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Alma 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=====--\-------\0 Adon
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Urien 0|-------|-----==
It's a world of pain.
Yet Alma's body feels somehow weightless as it crashes back down towards the tile, some of the bandages about his torso coming loose to flutter in the air, his head thrown back, face angelic as though in sleep. Though agony pierces every never, though every sense seems afire, the psychic feels rather as though he will soon shed his skin, as though the pain, however tremendous, is a nuisance that he could cast aside if only he so desired. That he can rise above.
Twisting, his blurred vision seeing only the floor hurtling towards him, he embraces the light that rises up to consume him.
And he never hits the ground.
"URRRAAAAAHHH!"
All eyes will see Alma's body flicker and vision; all ears will his roar as he, by all impossible appearances, flickers to reappear behind Urien once more. A psionic storm blazing incandescantly about his hand as though he were plunging it through heaven's cloudstuff, glittering and shining, Alma Towazu reaches out to simply attempt to make contact with Urien, an ambush of gentle fingertips that seek to find the god's temple. A blinding flash of light will result, but the true nature of the attack is invisible: a pure and unadulterated projection of Alma's very being, an opening of the floodgates of his self to crash against Urien's will with a force that threatens to sweep him away.
An angel defying divinity.
Adon watches the whirling pair of Alma and Urien, Urien and Alma. Both people he wanted to see eat dirt. And look. Urien was taking a break. How precious.
Adon was breaking into a gallop already. He doesn't leap this time, oh no, he is too tired. Instead, he just winds back a fist, letting Alma's storm break through, letting him get the first strike. And once he gets it through, it is there that he breaks out a single, simple move.
A clothesline.
Because right now, Adon doesn't think Urien deserves anything more than that.
COMBATSYS: Urien endures Adon's Medium Throw.
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Alma 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Adon
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Urien 0|-------|---====
COMBATSYS: Urien interrupts Absolution from Alma with Violence Knee Drop.
- Power hit! -
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Alma 1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0 Adon
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Urien 0|-------|-======
Urien finds this fascinating. He really does. This strange power that Alma wielded was unique, as far as he knew, and unique types of power are always something of great interest to him.
Unfortunately, Adon is here to ruin the moment.
When Adon comes in at him Urien lets out an angered snarl. "-Pathetic-." He declares, simply allowing the clothesline to batter into him, it's rather like smashing into a brick wall, however, but the man allows Adon to serve as his pivot, utilizing the moment of impact, because, you see, Alma is going for the one thing that Urien really could not -allow- to go unchallenged.
Aware of the tug at his mind, Urien's will is as strong as steel, quite literally, though Alma's attempt to strike at it is met, and he holds steady against it for the few brief moments it takes for him to get in position, he knows that he could -not- stay strong against it indefinitely. So he doesn't try.
Instead, Alma opens the floodgates of his self... and Urien launches himself bodily into the air, his knees leading the way, to crash heavily into the would-be Angels nose with as much force as he can muster. As retorts go, it is not, perhaps, the most eloquent. But it is definitely effective.
[OOC] Adowned says, "Then yes, Alma goes"
[OOC] Urien nods.
[OOC] Alma says, "Actually."
[OOC] Alma says, "Since you guys are right next to each other and I just got blasted away, would you guys mind if I AoEd?"
[OOC] Adowned says, "Certainly!"
[OOC] Adowned says, "Wait"
[OOC] Adowned says, "I mean, you can attack me in a group attack, at least"
[OOC] Alma laughs. "Yeah, that's what I meant." XD
[OOC] Urien says, "I don't mind."
[OOC] Alma says, "Thanks."
[OOC] Urien just remembered what he did.
[OOC] Urien says, "Hoy de doy, dm/burst is always my best friend! :D"
[OOC] Urien looked at his status and was like, 'DUDE WHUT'. O_O;
Igniz has left.
Igniz has arrived.
[OOC] Adowned says, "... I'll be BRB"
[OOC] Alma says, "Sorry, I'm trying to take care of some work on the side, I'm a little slow. Almost done though."
[OOC] Urien says, "No worries guys."
[OOC] Adowned is no longer idle
Thus does rapture become a void.
Such heights of transcendent passion certainly cannot endure within a human frame; Alma might seem an angel, but he is surely not a god. His conscious mind consumed by the sea of flame within him, pure subconscious drive and nebulous second sight pushing him on as his other senses fail him, he has become as close to an embodiment of his miraculous Soul Power as a young man can. But just as fire leaves only ash, so does rapture -- the awe-inspiring experience of the dissolution of the self -- necessarily leave emptiness in its wake. Normally, that fire simply burns out, fuel eventually spent.
But sometimes, fires are extinguished.
The mighty blow that Alma sustains, amazingly struck by Urien despite his sudden teleportation, hurls him away from the two grappling foes, the most crushing strike in a series of potent attacks. Thoughts already shattered, now even sensation drains from his body; where before pain had reached an ecstatic height, now it has reached such a pitch that his nerves can no longer recognize it. He is utterly weightless, wiped clean.
Is there such an experience as unconsciousness?
No, of course not. Defying all likelihood and the information given by his own blasted perceptions, Alma Towazu is not unconscious-- just barely. Still there exists a possible channel for the fire that, though he is no longer in a state to feel it, blazes within his breast.
"--gaahhh--"
A gasp, not a roar. But even as he sails towards the ground, curling in on himself, Alma's form is beginning to glow brightly, a surge of Soul Power arising even after his last tremendous assault.
Perhaps some fires are not so easily extinguished.
"--eeeyaahhh!"
Alma will hit the ground in a sprawl, unverifiably conscious or unconscious. His objections to Adon, his interest in Urien-- these conscious decisions are long since forgotten. There are only furious auras to be reacted to, energy to be reciprocated, passion to be expressed in a most basic, primal defiance. And thus it will be that, in the moments before he lands, a scintillating geyser will emerge uncontrolled from his flailing limbs, a sworling and warped wide beam of unrestrained Soul Power glittering with whites and pinks and purples, aimed to consume Urien and Adon alike in that split-second while their bodies remained joined and Alma has yet to collapse.
[OOC] Adowned says, "Oh jeeze"
[OOC] Adowned says, "Okay, both of my poses in both scenes kicked in"
[OOC] Adowned says, "So bear with me"
COMBATSYS: Adon blocks Alma's Full Confession EX.
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Alma 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0 Adon
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Urien 0|-------|-======
Alma has reconnected.
Alma has dropped a connection.
Alma has reconnected.
Alma has dropped a connection.
[OOC] Alma ugh
[OOC] Urien pins Alma in place.
[OOC] Urien uses two pieces of 2x4 and some nails.
[OOC] Alma @_x
"J-J-JAAAGGAH!"
Urien's insult doesn't shake the Emperor of Muay Thai. No, once he charges through him, Adon simply relishes the moment. But when he turns around to strike down the giant with another, manic attack, he finds himself with a new problem. Namely, the pretty man-child who somehow won the Neo-League. Envy and rage still rotted in his heart, as well as a desperate desire to get easy fame and pride. But now, Alma was unleashing his Soul Power, using the Psycho energy to consume both him and Urien. And effectively, Adon is engulfed.
However, he was not destroyed.
Crossing his arms in front of him, the Emperor simply endures the blast through a careful, steady block. His arms burned, and as he felt his torso getting the blunt, the Emperor lowered himself down. Leaning into the wave, he slowly is knocked back, his feet tearing into the floor. And like that, the storm is over. Arms numb, body exhausted, only Adon's mind kept sharp. "So the BOY still has FIGHT in him... or rather... HAD!" A squeal of laughter as he tears from his position, walking quickly towards the back of Urien. "And NOW to educate YOU about how to TREAT a TRUE GOD! AN EMPEROR of MUAY THAI!" And with a pounce, the Jaguar swings his leg up and over, attempting to smash the trunk of a leg into the knees of the bigger man.
COMBATSYS: Urien dodges Adon's Strong Kick.
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Alma 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 Adon
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Urien 0|-------|-======
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Urien with Full Confession EX.
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Alma 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 Adon
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Urien 1|-----==|=======
[OOC] Urien says, "Hrm... would you guys mind if I attacked you both? Namely, throwing Adon at Alma. Not quite sure how that works input wise."
[OOC] Alma says, "Ahahaha, sure. XD How about you target Adon with a throw and me with a large thrown object, and if Adon succeeds in his reaction I cancel the object?"
[OOC] Urien says, "Sure, but, how do I type that? :P"
[OOC] Alma says, "I'm fine with you doing it as two separate moves."
[OOC] Urien says, "I didn't think I could type two attacks. I've never actually tried. >.>"
[OOC] Alma says, "Shouldn't be a problem."
[OOC] Alma says, "Hmm, though I guess Adon should react before me then. XD But I suppose he wouldn't have to pose necessarily, so we wouldn't need to disrupt the whole order."
[OOC] Adowned says, "Oh! Sure!"
[OOC] Mizuki says, "You can technically input as many attacks as you like, the system doesn't stop you."
[OOC] Adowned says, "I do not have the problem with another attack."
[OOC] Mizuki says, "Unless you have attacks in your queue."
To say Urien is contemptuous of Adon would be an understatement. This... loud-mouthed braggart had angered the self-proclaimed God of the G-Project almost beyond belief. Urien is enraged, and it is at that point, quite suddenly, that he is engulfed in the power. This strange, nebulous energy. Similar, but so very different to the power that coursed through -his- veins, scorches over Urien's body, despite his attempt to simply take the blow, it washes over him in full, and when the energy has finished, Urien picks himself up from the ground, smoking lightly, and even more enraged than he had been mere moments before.
And then Adon comes in at him. The greek's eyes flash, and he simply steps to the side. "Haven't you learned yet, dog?" He snarls, "You are -irrelevant-. Compared to me and this... youth, you are as -nothing-. Frankly, I do not know why you are still -alive-."
Urien's patience is at an end. One hand lashes out, aiming to curl in Adon's hair, and wrench the smaller man off his feet. If he can manage this, he'll deliver a set of three punishing blows to Adon's face, before /pitching/ him in an overarm throw directly at the downed Alma. Urien was starting to feel the effects of this fight wearing on him in every inch of his body, and it was starting to truly irritate him.
"I have offered you both so much, and you slap my hand aside at every turn!" He rages to the world at large. "NO LONGER. If this is how you wish to be treated, then so be it. I have tried benevolence, I have -tried- charity. But though you each may have shone under my guidance, you have chosen to crawl in -disgrace- instead."
COMBATSYS: Urien successfully hits Adon with Combo Grapple.
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Alma 0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1 Adon
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Urien 0|-------|---====
COMBATSYS: Urien successfully hits Alma with Large Thrown Object.
- Power hit! -
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Alma 0/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 Adon
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Urien 0|-------|--=====
[OOC] Adowned says, "That was amazing, Urien"
[OOC] Alma lawl
[OOC] Urien XD
[OOC] Mizuki o_o
[OOC] Urien k enough playing die nao.
[OOC] Adowned says, "So... is it Alma's pose?"
[OOC] Urien nods.
[OOC] Alma says, "Yeah, I'm on it. XD"
[OOC] Adowned says, "You know, Urien."
[OOC] Adowned says, "I just realized."
[OOC] Urien says, "Yes, I am a sexy beast."
[OOC] Adowned says, "That was the third Power Hit you unleashed this fight"
[OOC] Urien says, "I mean, uh."
[OOC] Urien says, "Yeah! That!"
[OOC] Alma says, "and they were all against me"
[OOC] Alma says, "you dick"
[OOC] Urien says, "I noticed it was the second, in a row, against Alma."
[OOC] Alma says, "GOD"
[OOC] Urien says, "I just really hate self-centered people, you know?"
[OOC] Urien ;D
[OOC] Adowned says, "All of them against Alma."
[OOC] Alma says, "Hahahah. XD"
[OOC] Adowned says, "Clearly, Urien"
[OOC] Urien says, "I power hit the interrupt last round, then I power hit my Large Thrown Minion."
[OOC] Urien says, "I mean... that's classy. :D"
[OOC] Adowned says, "..."
[OOC] Adowned says, "So did I get lodged in Alma's throat or something?"
[OOC] Urien XD
[OOC] Adowned says, "Or did I impale him with my hair?"
[OOC] Urien says, "Fatality!"
Alma Towazu is arguably standing.
Slumped, swaying, having sprawled vaguely onto his feet -- possibly out of the sheer ingrained instinct to rise as quickly as possible -- the beautiful, bandaged youth seems to teeter on the edge of imbalance; looking at him, one might want to hold one's breath as he pushes the limits of how far a human body can lean without falling down.
Darkness.
Even if he opened his eyes -- even if he could assert a will to open those eyes -- he would see nothing. There is only so much his still-healing body and mind can take. Coming to terms with Adon's reckless challenge and Urien's pretentions to godhood, so reminiscent of another nemesis yet interestingly distinct -- for this Urien fellow is far less distant, for all his superiority -- will have to wait for another day. The demands of the final stages of the YFCC evacuation can wait for at least a few minutes. Alma has had enough of this. Soon, blissful unconsciousness must hit him.
It hits him rather hard.
As hard as a jaguar.
Not that Alma can tell whether or not that even makes sense. He's too far gone; he's basically done. Only the last of that raw urge to reciprocity remains, and it is more Adon's generic presence that Alma senses. The angel of the YFCC is already collapsing, knocked over like a bowling pin. But he lashes out even as he falls, threatening to smash into the tossed Adon's back with flailing, flaming fists and feets as he lands once and for all, not to stir for some time.
He'll have to continue this conversation later.
Maybe then Urien will pay him back for the wall he busted through.
I mean, was that really necessary?
COMBATSYS: Alma can no longer fight.
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Adon 1/----===/=======|
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Urien 0|-------|--=====
[OOC] Adowned says, "Gaaaaaaah"
[OOC] Urien bahahahahaha!
[OOC] Adowned says, "Oh that does it"
[OOC] Alma says, "sorry dude i mean you're right there"
[OOC] Adowned says, "Prepare for an EPIC COMEBACK"
COMBATSYS: Alma successfully hits Adon with Rising Fury EX.
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Adon 1/-======/=======|
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Urien 0|-------|--=====
[OOC] Urien says, "If this becomes a three way KO."
[OOC] Urien says, "I may never stop laughing."
[OOC] Alma says, "get 'im adon"
[OOC] Alma says, "I believe in you"
[OOC] Adowned says, "Oh, don't worry."
"SWEET JAAAGGA CHRIST!"
And like that, Adon finds himself in the meaty paws of Urien. The emperor tried to side step, to duck out of the grips. He failed. His kick was evaded by Urien. Alma's blast was not, making another insult against the large man. But now, there was a problem. Adon's ego had once against made him a bed of roses to lie in. Too many men call themselves Gods. The Vegas. The Sagats. The Uriens. The Igniz. But all of them had a very important trait, something that Adon lacked. The truth?
A ratio higher than Dudley's.
Adon is practically spiked through Alma, breaking through him. And yet, despite that, the Emperor lands with a roll. Perking straight up, he is already marching back towards Urien, sweat drenching his face, stinging the wounds now apparent. And as he crossed over the downed body of Alma, he sneered. Weakling. This was clearly going to count as a win for Adon. The judg- where was the judge. Adon swept the room with his eyes. Both of his cohorts were gone. Fleeing the weakling of a Emperor they were following. Rage boiled up from the heart of Adon. "Those BASTA-"
The blast shuttles Adon back at Urien's feet. The Emperor squeals, and promptly falls silent at the feet of the God. And there, he lies, face down. It was almost like a kneel, how he was keeled over. It was it. Urien had set Adon back in line. The emperor was too broken, too weak to truly break free from the bond of G-Project.
Or maybe not.
His movement was surprisingly silent. It was an upper cut, wreathed in energy. The Emperor of Muay Thai rose up, eyes burning with a glimmer of insidious rage. It was a bluff, technically. Alma did truly knock the fight out of Adon in that last shot in the back. If Adon wished it, he could have lied there, resting, and as Urien left, he could have snuck out. As long as he avoided any standard actions, he would have stayed conscious. But no. He took his last bit of energy, his last effort... he would ambush Urien. The upper cut is followed by another punch. Then another. Then another. Adon was throwing everything he had, every technique he could remember. This wasn't to win, for he was defeated. This wasn't for honor, for he had never known it. No, as his punches and kicks began to die down, he knew what this was for. And a single, last flurry of punches, with that last wave before he collapsed forward, he knew why he did this.
To spite Urien.
To insult a God.
COMBATSYS: Adon can no longer fight.
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Urien 0|-------|--=====
[OOC] Adowned says, "..."
[OOC] Urien says, "Okay."
[OOC] Adowned says, "You are thinking about a reflect, aren't you"
[OOC] Urien says, "This may very well be a DKO. But. What the heck."
[OOC] Alma oh snap
Urien has disconnected.
Urien has connected.
[OOC] Adowned says, "..."
[OOC] Alma laughs
[OOC] Adowned says, "I think you hit the wrong button"
[OOC] Urien says, "Hrm?"
[OOC] Alma says, "anti-climactic"
[OOC] Urien says, "I have a choice."
[OOC] Alma goes back to holding his breath
[OOC] Urien says, "I can go for the smart option. Or the silly option."
[OOC] Urien says, "I think under the circumstances, it has to be the latter."
[OOC] Alma says, "more like the /awesome/ option"
COMBATSYS: Urien interrupts Jaguar Thousand from Adon with Violence Knee Drop.
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Urien 1|-------|=======
[OOC] Urien yessssss.
[OOC] Alma says, "ohhhhh"
[OOC] Adowned says, "OOOOOOFH"
[OOC] Urien says, "I love it when I pull off a 30. :P"
[OOC] Adowned says, "You ate my +2 PL calculated strike"
[OOC] Urien omnomnomnom.
[OOC] Urien says, "Not by much, to be fair."
[OOC] Adowned thinks you just made him your bitch.
[OOC] Alma says, "That was intense."
[OOC] Alma says, "Urien you pulled all kinds of crazy shit this fight."
ODROP::Igniz heads OOC.
[OOC] Adowned says, "Yeah"
[OOC] Alma says, "Pretty rad. XD"
Urien sneers as Adon falls to his knees. Not even bothering to look back at Alma. The expression on his features is... disturbing. At last, it seems, the fools have learned their place. It had been a surprisingly close fight! He had needed to call upon his full reserves. But, really, was there ever any doubt that the power of a God would not be deni--
Wait a second, he's getting up!
The uppercut slams into that perfectly sculpted jaw with enough force to lift Urien off his feet. The mocking sneer is broken. Replaced, instead, with a sheer fury the likes of which is truly a thing of legend.
"HOW. DARE. YOU?"
Urien simply refuses to stay still. The second punch slams into his shoulder, but it is with all the effect of a man holding his arms out to embrace an avalanche. Rather than remain on the floor, Urien has surged forwards, leaping, and with a shocking amount of bone-crunching force behind him, he ploughs into Adon's stomach. The Emperor's blow has brought blood trickling from his lips, and that... is an act which deserves a price be paid.
As Adon is sent crashing to the ground, Urien straightens himself up. Sweat glistens on his form, the accumulated blows and exertion had taken their toll, and he was in no mood to stay any longer. Just looking at the broken bodies of the men he had hoped to turn to his purpose disgusted him. So much wasted potential. So many opportunities broken because of ignorance and stupidity.
Never before had a victory tasted as bitter in his mouth at it did now.
COMBATSYS: Urien has ended the fight here.
[OOC] Urien says, "CSYS: Your final tallies for that fight were: Health: 7% Reserve: 30% Super: 50%. You took 10 actions total this fight."
[OOC] Adowned says, "Lets take a moment and make this clear"
[OOC] Adowned says, "Urien is a badass"
[OOC] Urien says, "I swear I am the magical Dramatic Moment fairy. :|"
[OOC] Adowned says, "DM Fairy?"
[OOC] Urien says, "I think I used like, 6 DMs that fight or something ridiculous. XD;"
[OOC] Adowned says, "Woof."
[OOC] Adowned says, "I used... one."
[OOC] Adowned says, "A Dm/power for the very first attack against Alma."
[OOC] Adowned says, "Because I promised that I would pull that on you, Alma."
[OOC] Urien says, "But yes. I am a sexy shoeless god of war."
[OOC] Alma says, "Outrageous."
[OOC] Alma says, "Whew, alright, well, I'll end the log there. XD"
Log created on 18:01:32 03/25/2009 by Alma, and last modified on 00:39:57 05/04/2009.