Description: War is not all about horror and glory. Sometimes, the call of duty leads one to less song-worthy tasks. Take for instance, Vyle and Marise. Commissioned to spring several devious individuals from the minimal-security white-collar section of Southtown Penitentiary ... Could there be a more boring detail? As it so happens, the felonous duo, Choi and Chang, have decided to liven up the party via monster truck. Hijinks and exercises in virtual immortality ensue..
Southtown Penitentiary. WHere hope comes to die, and where dreams turn to nightmares. Something like that. While it wasn't the most infamous of prisons, it had more than enough of its own share of thugs, murderers, thiefs and crooks better off locked up for rehabilitation rather than being left on the streets.
And then....there was the Minimum Security wing. It depeneded on who you talked to whether or not these guys were better or worse than those in Maximum Security. After all, they may not have physically stabbed someone's brain out with a dinner fork, but many of these folks were content to kill and steal by spreadsheet and connections, rather than getting their hands personally dirty. White-collar crooks of the highest order, with many having been caught embezzling up to millions of dollars, yen, euro, etc. for their own gain.
Just the folk Vyle was looking for. With the other wings of the prison experiencing their own breaks, and security even MORE lax here to worry about the guys with chains and muscles to bear guards back, it wasn't much to sneak in with the chaos, bag in hand. Wearing an oddly dull (for him, anyways) green janitors uniform, he walked through rather boldly up to a guard. "Hey, you're not supposed to be in here, all sectors of the prison are locked down until fur..."
And that's when the mop he was holding suddenly explodes into an ugly green mist, promppting the guard and his companion on the other side of the door to fall down, choking and gasping for breath. "...ahh....poison and money in the air...two of my favorite smells," he says with a grin as he pulls out a list from his pocket. Let his Vega-appointed help worry about the other guards and such. He has some people to break out. Well connected people with money issues that could be....very useful.
Southtown Penitentiary. Also known as the Revolving Door.
With Southtown being the throne of a vast criminal empire, typically one faces incarceration for as long as it pleases the kingpin of Southsynd. Which, of course, would make the bulk of these long-term prisoners individuals who wound up on the wrong side of a kerfluffle or another with the esteem Mister Howard. A few, of course, were others who just pulled off heists and skulduggery far too blatant for even the most corrupt judicial system in all Japan to cover up.
Marise imagines she might end up here, one day. Perhaps. She doubts it, however.
As her current ally finds himself enjoying this little escapade, the Devil tries her best not to look terribly bored. The ominous creature looms several paces behind the marauding luchador, her dark kimono hanging from her form limply as a blase expression claims her pale features. Long bangs obscuring wicked eyes in shadow as her painted lips contain a mild, weary frown.
Not that she doesn't appreciate the company of her teammate actually. Vyle seems like the decent sort ... If one has the sensibilities of a demon. He certainly beats that droning Doll she was saddled with last time .... Though she was considerably more obedient. Luckily enough, it seems the opportunity to shake down these white-collar clods is enticement enough to keep him on track. As is, she simply follows him in his wake. Her wicked tresses occasionally whip out and hurtle a guard to the wall, in the rare moments when Vyle misses his mark. Beyond these impulses of violence, she hardly stirs.
Money, riches. These things never mattered much to the Devil. Not that she doesn't appreciate the power that such wealthy manipulations can bring ... She just finds economy to be an overrated measure of esteem. Yet another reason why she affords the money-hungry Howard with such low regard. All of these men locked behind bars... Pathetic wretches. Wastes and parasites in a society filled with mongrels and sycophants. Hidden eyes spy these loathsome creatures with absolute disdain. She'd never sully her fangs on such larder. The only real amusement?
Watching these grown, fat creatures rush out into the jailbreak only to be cut down by the throngs of hardened criminals rioting outside in wild reverie. That might cheer her spirits some. Maybe.
"Very good, very good.." She muses to her venomous companion. Gesturing ahead, "This won't be long."
Absently stabbing a nearby guard between the eyes with an outstretched fingertip. Purple nail emerging from the back of his skull while his body spasms and twitches.
%Hmph. Filth.
Cha Chaacka cha chaacka......
The rumble of the monster truck's massive engine was off in the distance. The vessel was the choice of a certain pair of Koreans. It's origins unknown. It's decals bombastic, holding the great symbol on the hood. There used to be a somewhat voluptuous woman with her legs splayed open, but May Lee made them fix that. Now it was painted over with a big blue and red Taegeuk. And at the driver seat... was Choi Bounge, yammering on the cellphone.
"Smookie, I know I haven't talked in a while, but, look smookie, I know, I know. Yes, I know they they were 17. I mean, I mean I- Of course I still love you!" Choi Bounge was mindlessly driving the monster truck up into the Prison parking lot. He wasn't exactly thrilled. He just got out of prison after being forced in there by Yamazaki; only when Chang bailed him was he free. Well, free up until May Lee stepped in and forced them both under the collar. And that was why they were here. May Lee declared that they had to apologize to the guards at the prison. Which of course, was going to be just FUN. And most importantly, he had to deal with his wife. Yes, Choi has a wife.
No, he hasn't been a good husband.
Choi pushes the pedal down harder as the tinny shouting from the phone gets louder. "Smookie, no, please don't be so loud. Chang is going to hear!" There is a suddenly explosion of high-pitched screaming from the phone. Choi turns around, releasing his hands from the wheel. Turning away from the screaming cellphone, he looks over at Chang "Buddy boy, could you hold the wheel, I need to take care of this."
Man, that prison wall is getting closer and closer, isn't it.
Chang sits in the passenger seat of the monster truck, greased up so he'll fit inside in the first place. Presently he has a bucket of double-fried beef steak on his stomach, liberated from a local cafeteria. He smiles vacantly as he eats his chicken, until Choi's wife starts screaming. He winces at the noise. That hurts his ears! "No problemo, pal!" Chang replies to Choi, grabbing the wheel with a greasy hand. He blinks as he sees the wall coming up. "Uh, Choi..."
Ahhh...blissful ignorance. It made working so much easier sometimes.
Unaware of the raging monster truck coming in toward the prison walls, Vyle continued on down the line. The guards weren't much worry for him. A simple kick and DDT to give them a fractured skull did wonders as far as quickly dealing with distractions. "Now...where were we...." Pausing at a cell, he smirked.
"Takahiro Mifune. 20 years for embezzling near 10 Bil in yen over 5 years, via a data worm. Impressive. Congrats, you're on the list." A stolen key and a bit of technology hacking (thanks to the wonders of some fancy gadgets on loan from Shadaloo R&D), and Mr. Mifune was free. "Guess what friend, you've just been enlisted. You work for us now...as long as you manage to use your pencil necked comp skills to fill up our accounts, keep them safe and untracable by the Blue or the Gov, we're cool...but we hold the string to the guillotine over your head...so...keep that in mind, hrm? We're watching...and we don't like our good will squandered be cause of some sudden bouts of conscience...kay?" And a sickly green toothed smile spread over the rudo's face...before shoving the newest 'asset' of Shadaloo toward the way they came in.
"Now....less see....you...no, you can rot...you...damn, what kind of pimple is that, or you let a rat nest in your nose or something?...ah, Michael Bloom Michelson....ooooh, now that's a ponzi...." Of course, his next acquisition is held off, as he hears the rumbling coming through the thick prison walls. "...the....what the hell is that?" he asks, whipping his head over toward the devilish woman in the kimono was. "Hey, that ain't ours, is it?"
The Devil understand that not every job can be glamorous during such military matters. War is 80% tedium and only 20% glory, all told. As such, Marise understands that sometimes one must draw the shortest straw and fulfill one's duty. It is with such resigned nonchalance that she pursues Vyle in his excited wake. Amusingly enough, she's hardly exercising efforts at blending in or donning prison-appropriate attire. In the greater scheme of things, the guards have better things to do than die to protect these 'harmless' low-lives. Stealth is wholly unnecessary and effort is better reserved for more important matters, should they arrise.
A milk run, one could call this.
As Vyle dutifully goes down the list, Marise feigns interest unsuccessfully as the impressive resume for the cons are rattled off one after the other. Absently allowing the freed and conscripted inmates to rush past her without so much as a glance in their direction.
They may consider that a tremendous blessing.
Though, the sound of the gunning engines and quaking vibrations through the floor definitely sounds like trouble.
The creature slowly tilts her head as she is addressed. Black locks slowly slithering away from her brow, allowing those golden, serpentine eyes unhindered line of sight to the incoming cacophony. "Hnnnn.." She muses in a low, vaguely interested tone, "..Curiouser and curiouser..." Not that there aren't several in Shadaloo's employ who are incapable of such levels of magnificent destruction. But, she'd think, they would be at work on the opposite side of the vaulted prison.
Aureal eyes slowly narrow in puzzlement, if little genuine concern.
Hell, if it brings down the ceiling and crushes half of these inmates that would be genuinely exciting!
"Now, look Smookie." Choi Bounge begins as he lets Chang take over. "I know I haven't sent you much mail, I know Chang can be bit of a trouble, I know I may have exposed myself to some underaged girls, and I know I was a little flirty around some hideous women. But was all Kim's fault! Yes- Oh, hold on" The midget looks over his shoulder at Chang. "What is it?" And from there, Choi's eyes drift the the approaching wall.
Not again.
There is a crash as the car piles on through the wall, scattering bricks and drywall all around as it comes to a stop right in the midsts of the long hallway. Choi jerks loudly from his seat and through the window. Now, boys and girls, it is important to always use your seatbelt unless you fill two conditions. The first is if you are a waste of air. The second is if you have crazy roll! And fortunately for Choi, he was both. Breaking into a roll, he quickly tumbles along with his cellphone in hand, grunting as he fell. He holds there for but a moment, before rising back up. Clutching his head, he looks...
And his eyes lock right on Marise.
"Whoooooa momma."
The suddenly rush of squawking hits his ear hard. "No Smookie, I mean, I was just looking at, uh, uh, uh, uh, a bird! A really big pair of birds!"
Chang is not wearing his seatbelt, but as so much belt that he hurts the inside of the monster truck. He opens the side door, then slowly pulls his big, fat greased body out of the truck. He hits the ground with a thud, dragging his big iron ball with him. He plods forward, towards Marise and Vyle. "Ho ho ho, look at the little insects! Me an' Choi are gonna beat your bottoms, ayup yup!" he bellows, laughing heartily at the easy meal. Even though he remembers Vyle as a very, very mean little man.
There are very few things which can truly make Vyle panic and hit the deck for self-preservation and fear. And...well...a monster truck crashing through the wall happens to be one of them. Well...a fairly recent addition anyways. When? Just now. Yes, just now. Hey, he's never HAD to deal with a monster truck breaking through thick concrete walls and threatening to send chunks and hunks of ceiling on him. "HOLY #&$*!!!"
Diving for safety, he waits ti the dust has settled, groaning as he looks up and...sees just who is responsible for this. "Oh, you...you better not have killed anyone on the list, otherwise I...." he growls, pulling himself out and ditching the dull green janitor's outfit he had snuck in with, showing his usual wrestling attire underneath in all its gaudy brightness.
Eying the giant with the iron ball as he squeezes out of the monster truck, he glowers. "You again. What, 15 or so concussions weren't enough for you the first time, want a 16th?"
The luchadore then looks over toward Marise. "....see who else is in the truck, I got this prick."
Alright.
Marise has to give these people, whomever they are, copious points for bringing a monster truck to a prison riot.
A look of consternation crosses the Devil's face as the rumbling grows more severe by the moment. The ghostly creature turns to face the far wall, tilting her head quizzically as she murmurs under-breath.
"Huh." Marise admits.
Hello, the truck replies.
By some miracle, The Devil remains standing. In the aftermath of the destruction, its clear that Marise had moved back a good number of paces from the point of impact. Her back very nearly to the wall, with concrete remains and debris strewn about her bare feet. The volumes of gray powder raise not a single cough from the creature as she absently brushes particulate rubble from her bare shoulder.
"That.. was bracing." The Devil is forced to admit.
Inhuman eyes spy pierce the clouds and the auras of these two register as unknown to her. Though, with a clearer perception in the settling dust, she comes to realize their natures most clearly.
"Nnn. Koreans.." Spoken tiredly in a fashion easily synonymous with 'I might have known.' A bestial people, these. Beneath even the Manchurian if such a thing was possible. Undignified people living like rodents on their tiny peninsula. Culture-less mongrels ferreting a meager existence at the sufferance of lesser powers. Not often worth consideration.
Still. Kudos for the monster truck there.
"Ah. I believe the prison riot is that way." Marise answers the unspoken question, pointing down the hall towards the more violent affair ensuing some distance away. Clearly, that must be what these two brigands are here for. Though, if they were looking to run over these lazy, western-fed corpulent porcine then.. By all means.. Be Marise's guest.
That her partner in crime seems to know who these clods are, is not wholly unexpected. She tilts her gaze towards him as the Lethal Luchador recants how savagely he had crushed this wooly mammoth. "Oh?" An eyebrow lifts.
Hmm. Well, Vyle has been a good boy. If he wishes to destroy this sodden abomination, Marise won't tell on him, "Very well then.." The demure creature gestures over her shoulder in concession. Turning, instead, to the smaller animal the rolling leviathan had violently disgorged.
"...And what manner of rodent are you?" The Devil muses towards Choi.
Let us be clear on a point. Marise is an impossibly beautiful woman. Her contours border upon caricature, and a connoisseur of the female form such as Choi would know how rare that happens sans airbrush. As she turns to him, her chest follows suit a fraction of a second after-which. Her supple, pale hand touches her hip. Seemingly off-put by his blatant attentions as her brow un-furrows. Golden eyes sparkle with dread amusement as she offers, "..My eyes.." Fingertips toyingly trail along the cleft of her bodice, along her throat and above, "..Are up here."
In a word.
Boing.
COMBATSYS: Chang has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Vyle has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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A boing-a-woing-a-woing. The squawking intensifies from the phone as Choi stares dumbfounded. There was some sort of law against this sort of stuff. There had to be a law. Then again, this was prison. Wait a minute. What was that sound?
Oh god, she heard her voice.
"AAAAAAAHHHH! Sorry, um, honey, I just got in a car accident I got to go and there is a nurse goodbye!" The midget suddenly closes the phone. Scurrying back, he inspects over at Vyle, and then back at Marise. Choi doesn't look away from Marise as he shuffles back. Even from behind his black shades, you could tell his eyes were wide open. Tucking the phone in his pants pocket, he removes his hat. "Well, ahem. Welllll hello there Miss! I am, I mean." Choi promptly wolf-whistles as he runs his hands over his head.
And then, the phone rings. Choi mindlessly draws it out, still taking in the complete form of Marise. Immediately, an explosion of screams erupt from the phone. Choi snaps out of the siren song of Marise's hips, drawn back into his loving wife. "No, really Smookie! I just crashed the car into the prison! I mean, it was an attack! Look, there is a, uh, uh, a riot going on! And I need to stop it, and, uh..."
"There is a terrible woman here! Yes! Horrible!" Choi peers at the woman's eyes, and flinches from the depth of the seduction. Shuffling back to the truck, he keeps yammering in the phone. "Ugly as a block of wood, and dresses like a tramp! Yeah! Like that one lady down the street. Terrible woman! Yeah! Yeah!" Bounding back into the ruined truck, he sweeps the insides. He takes a quick moment to look at Marise again. "...... Yeaaaaaaaaaah." Squawka Squawka. "No, you are MUCH more beautiful than her!"
Choi still hasn't replaced his hat yet.
Chang flinches as he listens to the squawking from the cellphone, before taking the cellphone from Choi forcibly. "Hi, Mrs. Bounge, Choi has to beat up some people right now, I'll talk to you later. By the way, do you play bridge? Oh? Oh really? Well anyways, goodbye!" He drops the phone and steps on it. "So that's /that/," he says to Choi, before looking in Vyle's direction.
"Okay, buddy! It's round two! ENGAGE TAE KWAN DO PRECISION ATTACK!" He begins running at Vyle, before jumping forward and curling around his ball. He bounces at Vyle, threatening to flatten him.
COMBATSYS: Chang successfully hits Vyle with Hiki Nige.
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COMBATSYS: Marise has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Choi has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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Ow. Just....ow.
Maybe all that damn dust and concrete made it hard to see, but Vyle ends up distracted and off kilter enough that when the big Korean rolls forward....well, it's a surprisingly painful experience. It's kinda like seeing those cartoons where the bad guy gets flattened by a steam roller. Except this time, bones break rather than flatten out like paper. "GHHHHNnn..."
"YOU FAT SON OF A ...GHNNAHHHGHh...." he growls out, pain shooting through his whole body. Oh, he's not going to take that lying down. Well....he could, but that's only as long as he was able to grab hold of that fat tubby load's leg and catch him in an ankle hold before he uncurled from that damn roll.
The Devil is not terribly eager to commence violence as swiftly as her teammate. Though, she could certainly use the diversion this little creature amuses her to no end. Her off-hand accompanies the first on her other hip. Gazing upon the scrambling little cretin with unassuming, bemused eyes. As monstrous as those eyes might be. Painted lips curled in a vague smile as she overhears his panicked conversation on his cellphone.
Keh heh heh. 'Snookie' indeed.
As he mentions how hideous and terrible looking the Devil is, her lips purse in faux outrage. Marise is more than a little confident in her looks. Especially, considering the stammering cantor of the diminutive animal.
"Mmhmm. Yes.. Of course." The Devil adds patiently as the little man scrambles to salvage his marriage. Attentions moving instead to Vyle and Chang's ensuing altercation with some interest.
Hrnn. Boys will be boys... Though one item puzzles her.
She regards Choi yet again, slowly beginning to lean downwards, "...Really dear. Why ever would you want to stop this delightful little prison riot?" Her tone playful, coquettish. "How about I call off my overzealous companion.. You take your enormous companion and have yourselves a merry little time elsewhere in this prison.. Yes?"
The Devil folds her arm scandalously across her middle whilst remaining folded just... so...
No. There is no end to that abyss there.
"Do this little thing.. And there may be... Special Service.. Just for you..?" Purple lips curled into a dazzling grin as the tip of her tongue slithers across her lips.
Those eyes stare straight through the little one. Lets see if he can resist this modest proposal?
There's more than one way to win a battle.
Especially with men.
COMBATSYS: Marise focuses on her next action.
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"Why, hello there!" Happy Married Choi muttered as the hulking monster wandered in. "Erm, excuse me, good sir, but this isn't your department! You are supposed to be in the wonderful night with the wife sector! You know, keeping care of- OOPH!" Happy Married Choi is knocked out by a single blow from the large, dribbling beast. From there, he grabbed the controls of the Ego, taking over Choi's mind. Into the microphone, he drawls out a single line.
"Hooooooochiiiiie momma!"
Marise's 'modest' 'proposal' seems to almost get Choi. With every motion, they are like blows to the man. Once the cellphone leaves his hand, it is like the new Choi's fragile shield is gone. And under Chang's heel, she is done. As she leans forward, Choi leans forward. And then, the highlighting of her frame. The little Korean was on the ropes. And then, with that, the special service. And with that, Choi is knocked clean off his feet. His senses were all asunder. He was putty in the woman's hand. There was nothing to save him. Yes, a moment with this woman. A single, long moment. Forget his wife! Forget May Lee! Why would he, should he care! He might even cut a deal with Chang so they could sh-
SMASH!
Happy Married Choi takes out the Old Horny Choi with a cudgle to the back of the head. He doesn't wait much long. Tearing into the mic, he speaks, eyes burning. "No. I am sorry, madam. But I am a happily. Married. Man." And then, the real midget backflips into a kick. A kick aiming right for the chin of the woman. The intent was to get back in the truck, yes, but it was to do something else. To channel the energies of his wife. Of May Lee. Yes. He was... rejecting evil.
Besides, she probably had cooties.
COMBATSYS: Chang Toughs Out Vyle's Improvised Throw!
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Chang Koehan laughs as he rolls over Vyle, squashing him with the combined weight of him and his ball. As he comes to a halt, Vyle grabs at his ankle. "Huh?" He grunts as something pops in his leg while Vyle puts him in the ankle hold, his foot rolling out of the socket as he slowly turns around. "Bad idea!" he rumbles, before sending his ball flying at Vyle at point blank, wth a strong hurl of his arm.
COMBATSYS: Vyle fails to counter Medium Strike from Chang with Antidote.
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Well, this has turned into a much different series of events from the last time Vyle and Chang met. This time around, it seems as if size and physical imposition trump quickness and throwing skill. Where Chang manages to simply laugh off the ankle hold, Vyle can't do so much when the ball comes flyig out to try and clang him in the head.
Quick thinking says duck, grab onto the arm, and pull down into a throw. Practice says....nah, not gonna happen. Theory meets real life in a head on collision of iron ball and...well, head, the strike sending Vyle lurching back in a dazed, aching mess, luchadore meeting his match it seems.
COMBATSYS: Marise blocks Choi's Hien Zan.
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And here Marise was. Being magnanimous for once.
As the little old lech seems to give in to his baser desires, Marise titters softly. Eyelashes fluttering as she purrs, "I thought so.. Now call off y-"
Oh that little weasel.
As the scrub of a creature bounces to his feet and offers that tearful testimony to his beloved matrimony, the Devil's eyes slowly roll heavenwards. A withering sigh passes her lips while slowly straightening herself.. Denying the view Choi's libido so richly desired.
WHAP.
The kick slams directly into Marise's awaiting hand a foot from her chin. Height, after all, does have its advantages over tiny things such as this.
"Bothersome nuisance." The Devil dismisses with a faint sneer. Calmly attempting to hurtle the ancient gnome with an off-handed toss towards the grill of the mighty machine that rolled in. While doing so, her attention returns to the rampaging Chang making mince-meat of her partner.
"...I thought you said you gave this buffoon a dozen concussions? Nrnnn. Bother."
These imbeciles may be more problematic than she initially considered.
COMBATSYS: Choi blocks Marise's Medium Throw.
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Choi's second wind of morality is one that the one May Lee might have been proud of. But really. It was just because he was tired of making so many counts against his marriage. Besides, if you noticed... Choi didn't really care about the whole riot thing. Shoot, he has had his share of riots! But no, the moment is lost, as well as the rich view of the Grand Tetons. And with his foot caught, the little man is just tossed away.
But this is Choi we are talking about.
The little man lands with a roll, tumbling right off the hood on the other side. A little rattled, but that was it. And more so, he had an opening. He took it. Leaping right into the car, he handles near the glove compartment. He draws out one glove. Two. Both laced to the teeth with claws, he delicately puts them on. And drawing up to where the windshield was once, he begins to pick up speed. His little feet pattered on the hood as he leapt through the air, aiming right for the back of the pretty woman's head.
"KYAAAA! Watch out, Chang, for the babe with the power!" The little man cried as he attempted to dive down at Marise, His legs were pumping as he was to try and rapidly kick her with his feet. Potentially powerful, considering his size, but that whole distance and warning thing just might turn into her favor...
Chang Koehan laughs as he climbs back up to his feet, his foot jammed back into place after a moment or two. He faces the dizzy luchador with a big grin as he towers over him, and says, "You're gonna regret messing with me! Now CHANG IS THE VICTOR! CHANG IS THE HERO! CHANG WINS, AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!" He swings his leg up, leaping into the air with a mighty kick aimed at Vyle's chin. Afterwards, he falls on his back.
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Chang's Tekkyuu Hien Zan.
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The kick that comes, despite how big and lugging it is, seems...well, it seems pretty damn fast for Vyle. And not just because he's completely balls out of his mind at this point thanks to a likely concussion. Chang's showing speed that's surprising for his girth, and especially different from what he showed in their fight for the league before. All Vyle can manage to do is bring his arms up and take it on the chin, so to speak. The heavy flying shot knocks him back through his block, but VYle manages to barely stand his ground. And....boy is he pissed.
"Shut up and die, you fat tub of waste..." comes the curt response, not even tauntingly. Vyle's just plain PISSED now, and it shows when he tries to get as close as he can into the falling Chang's face and give up that signature green mist of his. You know, the one that burns at your eyes and nose.
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Marise with Hishou Kyaku.
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The haunting maiden figures she should do something about that mammoth crushing her ally. It would not do to see him fall to that goon, he has work yet to do. That little gremlin is all but forgotten, assuming he met a terrible end with that simple toss.
It seems the rodent is made of sterner stuff.
"You.. Must be joking." Marise comments in a dry tone, slowly glancing over her shoulder to spy the claws Choi dons.
Even more stunning, that little beast can actually move fast.
The shadowy creature had all but completely turned around before it began raining Choi. The stomping feet of the little man causes the Devil's knees to buckle, a grunt of surprise mixed with a hint of discomfort betrays her as she doubles forwards. Hands cradling her head from an inch away.
A pause.
"That..."
Marise's fingers flex. Fingernails elongate slowly.. Whispering to the tune of shrieking steel as they fully extend to the length of long knives. Golden eyes glint beneath the ridge of her hateful gaze, "...Was so unwise."
In a flash, the Devil is upon him. Rushing the distance in a riot of motion the graceful thing seemed previously incapable of. Her claws raking and clashing, laced with horrific necrotic energies.
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Marise's Shinigami.
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Chang 0/-------/---====|=======\===----\1 Vyle
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Choi 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Marise
Flash? As Choi pounds those little feet on the woman, he just flips right back off. Landing on the ground, he shows just how must agility he keeps for his wife. He doesn't have much longer to enjoy his turn to his advantage. In but a moment, Marise was trying to tear into him, rip through him with the vicious energy claws. And to that, he in turn reacts in like.
He dives right underneath her, shoving past her legs. By forcing her to change direction, he gets a little moment of time, In that, he picks up speed. Faster and Faster he runs, diving finally for one of the standing walls. And with that, he dashes up the wall about six feet. He managed to get away from the slashing. He had a lot of distance to make up. And now, it was time for the follow up.
Pushing off the wall, the midget leaps through the air. "Maybe it was unwise to hit on a married man, you two-bit homewrecker you!" Yes, he went there. Diving towards her head, he slips out a claw, attempting to cut her hair and face as he dove by. Just keep crossing up. That will work, Choi.
COMBATSYS: Chang blocks Vyle's Venom Breath.
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Chang 0/-------/---====|=======\===----\1 Vyle
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Choi 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Marise
Chang holds his hands over his eyes, blocking the venom mist. It still stings his skin, but it's not that bad at all. It's actually quite refreshing - like lava hand soap. "Is that all you got?" He reels in his ball and lifts it up, and begins to slam it against his head repeatedly, like some sort of demented berserker going into the fury of battle.
COMBATSYS: Chang gathers his will.
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Chang 1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1 Vyle
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Choi 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Marise
Vyle grumbles and growls, seeing the arm come up to stop the mist. "Oh, you are so going to go up on the wall after I kill your fat ass...." he sneers, gritting his teeth. He only manages a blance over toward where Marise and Choi are battling, noting the devilish woman's trouble with the midget. "...." Things don't look good for the pair at all.
"Come on, fat ass...come on...you wanna roll, you wanna rumble...I'll kill your sorry ass flat...." And with that....Vyle goes in deep, trying to tackle into Chang with all his might and bring the big man off his feet with an old-fashioned wrestling shoot. Just...what's he got on his mind?
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Chang with Outbreaker.
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Chang 1/---====/=======|-------\-------\0 Vyle
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Choi 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Marise
Somehow, someway, the wrestler manages to tackle Chang down, and get him on the floor. With strength surprising even for Vyle himself, he lurches the giant back into a wrenching Boston Crab-like manuever, pulling tree trunk legs over the Korean's head....before lifting and turning him end over head into a deadyly, high lifting face-planting driver. Not the normal effect, but...just turning Chang end over end took all of Vyle's strenght, no way he could lift him up and flip him over in the air like usual.
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Marise with Quick Strike.
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Chang 1/---====/=======|-------\-------\0 Vyle
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Choi 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Marise
What a damnably fast little man...
The chittering midget scuttles beneath her, escaping those wicked claws scything through the air where he occupied mere moments before. Marise skids to a halt, claws splayed and predatory eyes alert.
Slash!
The blades cut through her cheek. Glancing her head aside with a few strands of ebon floating downwards in that cutting wake.
"Hnnn.." Marise's head slowly turns back into place, her locks immediately regrowing back to their previous length with strange slithering movements. Most bothersome, this.
At least her partner is making headway on the morbidly obese Goliath. Still.. This battle is souring quickly.
And its not like she particularly cares if these worthless low-lives see the light of day again. She hardly sees the point in rolling with swine ... Especially suffering the indignity of defeat at the hands of these wretches. Still.. She is not without cards left to play.
Eyes darting at movement, the Devil thrusts her hand forth. Her arm -shoots- out from her black sleeve, extending the distance like a stretching javelin in an attempt to snatch Choi out of the air and -dash- him hard against the wall behind him.
COMBATSYS: Choi blocks Marise's Maou Tsuke.
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Chang 1/---====/=======|-------\-------\0 Vyle
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Choi 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Marise
Oh, Marise gets a grip, alright.
Choi Bounge's diving attack manages to wing Marise, much to his benefit. After that dive, he intended to land on the ground with a small bounce, and turn right around. But as he lands, he finds himself almost immediately snatched up by a really long arm. Now, Choi was suddenly very glad he didn't get the special from what was now pretty a much a demon. The little man squeals. "YEEEEE! Chang! The dame is some freaky deaky thing, whooooooa buddy boy!" And there, he would have been dashed.
Except for the fact he is Choi.
The little man wriggles free of the grip of the arm, before she manages to get the full apex on the slam. Free of the focus, the little man still hits the wall. But not face first, no. He hits it with the grace of a pervert. Spreading his legs apart, he gets a three point landing. And almost immediately, he springs right down into a tumble. Going for Marise's legs, he attempts to get quite low. Oh so low. So low, that if his wife was here, she would grab him by the ear and just drag him out of the fight. Barely looking up, he would immediately launch right up Marise's legs in a small spin. Whirling like a top, he would shoot up in a combination of chi and cutting blades, attempting to introduce her to a full range of the sharp blades...
Of course, there is the side effect of clothing damage sometimes. But why would Choi ever care about that?
Chang grunts as he's tackled by Vyle, his mighty form falling to the ground with a rattling thud. He gets hefted up by Vyle and lifted into the hold, before getting slammed onto his face. With blood running from his nose, he lurches back up to his feet, chuckling. "Huh huh huh hah...You're a stupid little ant, you know that?" he says to Vyle, before he dashes straight at Vyle, swinging his ball around him and attempting to plaster Vyle into a wall.
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Reckless Run from Chang with Antidote.
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Chang 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Vyle
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Choi 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Marise
Vyle groans, having put so much into driving Chang down and away. The strain is pretty fierce on his slight body (well, slight for the task of lifting up 700 lbs pounds like that, anwyays), causing him to stagger. "Nghhh....fat son of a...." he grumbles, trying to pull himself up...and going eyes wide when Chang gets up as quickly as he does. "...oh, hell no, you tubby load. HELL NO!!!"
When Chang sudden runs in, Vyle charges himself, despite joints saying no. He's not about to let the big man get up momentum to bowl him over again. Coming in low again, he manages to get in under the ball, grabbing for Chang's free arm. Hooking his own arm around it, he swings his leg out, and snaps it forward, sweeping at Chang's ankle and pulling on the arm to use the giant's own momentum to send him into another bearded faceplant.
COMBATSYS: Marise blocks Choi's Tatsumaki Shippuu Zan.
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Chang 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Vyle
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Choi 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Marise
Slippery too, it would seem.
As the diminutive creep bounces from the elongated through, the Devil's lip curls downwards in a deepening frown. It appears she isn't getting anywhere with that strategy. This little man is considerably more potent than she initially gave him credit for. She'll have to face him more seriously if she wants to defeat him.. That is for certain.
Though, depending on the outcome of the nearby battle, it may already be too late.
The little creature's whirling antics are beginning to form a pattern now. As fast as he may be, Marise is not without speed of her own. Thankfully, a kimono turns out to be a fairly durable piece of fabric. Solid silks with hand-crafted design. That, and a quick block with her shins affords the Devil a respite as she hops away in a blur of motion.
A deep breath is taken, golden eyes narrowed while idly drawing a thumb over the wound on her cheek.. Which disappears the moment her hand passes. "And so I underestimated you.. Hnn? Tell me.. What ARE these fat, tax-fed corporate hyenas to you.. Anyway? Who put you up to this?" Vaguely curious to know who ordered them to defend this place.
After all.. They don't look like the 'initiative' type. Someone must hold their leashes. Is it Southsynd?
Hnnn.. Instincts tell her no...
COMBATSYS: Marise gains composure.
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Chang 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Vyle
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Choi 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Marise
Choi drops down, the strong silk and shins protecting Marise's- *snrk*- decency. Landing down a few yards away, the midget rights himself around and directly faces the woman. Grinning, he reposes a moment before he scurries right for the woman. "Come on, sweetie! You think this is all a big sting? Shoot, Chang and I were just coming down to say sorry for Chang busting me out of here. I mean shoot! Haven't you heard about the Kaphwans?"
Choi hops up in the air, winding his body back. It was almost certain we was going for another face attack. But he then slows down, and drops back down. A low hit? Well, now it was apparent that he was going to meet halfway. Both claws drawn to the side, he dashes past Marise, attempting to catch his claws to the woman's flanks and just tear her open. Just like that.
Chang gets hurled onto his face, smashing his nose even more. He lurches up to his feet, staggering a little. He's a little woozy, from all the punishment to his head, but it's nothing like the last time he faced Vyle. "Uhhhhh, you're still stupid! And mean!" he spits, before swinging his ball around at Vyle's torso in an attempt to take him down.
COMBATSYS: Chang successfully hits Vyle with Revolving Iron Ball.
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Chang 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Vyle
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Choi 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Marise
Alas, luck can't hold out forever.
Vyle was still highly strained from his eariler throws on the giant. Normally, it wouldn't have been TOO bad, except for the earlier attacks taking all the wind out of him. He managed to seriously faceplant Chang, that was a good thing. But...Chang is doing some serious damage and has absorbed what had thrown out all over. "Bite my ass..." he snaps to Chang....right when he gets the iron ball swung right into his chest, sending him flying back. It....well, it seems like the end for the most part. At least until Vyle comes up, groggy...but stumbling forward, doing his best to simply dive in at Chang, and fling up at his leg and try to back body drop him in a way that shouldn't be possible for someone who should be dead, like Vyle.
COMBATSYS: Vyle has reached second wind!
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Chang 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Vyle
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Choi 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Marise
COMBATSYS: Marise fails to interrupt Power Strike from Choi with Tokoyami.
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Chang 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Vyle
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Choi 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Marise
The Kaphwans eh?
So she did get a name out of the little idiot. Kim Kaphwan eh? Now things begin to make sense. So this really was a terrible coincidence all along? "Keh.. Kyahhaha!" The irony of this elicits a moment of laughter from the creature. One has to appreciate life's little jokes, and this is definitely one of them.
Oh well. Some missions just go that way. Can't let life's little inconveniences get one down!
At the very least... This didn't turn out to be quite the boring exercise she was afraid it was going to be. Though.. Failure to rescue a few white-collar works from a minimum security prison is going to seem pretty bad...
.... Good thing she has Vyle to blame it on. Though the Luchador happens to be fighting with about ten times the zeal and vigor she is... Well. He did stand to make considerable bank from this white-collar caper after all.
Speaking of fighting.
The bladed midget vaults for her. Marise whips forth her hand, palm outward. Crimson lightning just begins to dance and crackle along her fingertips-..
...-But far too slowly. The claws slash at her sides and send her stumbling backwards. Her own arms limp at her sides, not clutching at her bleeding wounds as her laughter dies down to a whispering snicker instead.
"...Oh bother."
The problem was that Choi, once he gets momentum going, is very hard to stop. Marise's cackling was pretty... odd. But she was a demon lady! She just did that sort of stuff. As he passed by Marise with some of her blood in tow, he whips around, picking up the pace.
"Come on, sugar, don't take it personal! It is just our job. Right Chang!?" He calls aside. Dragging his claws to his side, he was moving as fast as his little legs could take him. Keeping low, he was moving faster, faster, up until he just swung both claws up... and took a wave of energy right up with the swipe of the claws.
Brutal.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Chang with Quick Throw.
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Chang 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Vyle
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Choi 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 Marise
Chang gets tossed to the ground with a heavy crack, grunting as he's slammed into the floor. He climbs back to his feet dizzily, shouting to Choi, "Right, little buddy!" He grabs at a piece of debris, then hurls it at Vyle with malicious intent. "You can't stop me, insect! YOU CAN NEVER STOP THE WRATH OF CHANG!" he bellows, before breaking out in laughter.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Chang's Thrown Weapon.
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Chang 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0 Vyle
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Choi 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 Marise
Well, that...well, work. And now Vyle's got his momentum going again, and there's no stopping him! THERE'S NO STOPPING HIM!!....except maybe a giant chunk of the wall flying at him.
Wait, no, not even that. WHile Chang is good and up, enough to huck the debris like that at him, Vyle's still got things going for him too, as he charges in and manages to duck and slide underneath the flying wall. "LAUGH THIS OFF, LARDBEARD!!" he shouts, leaping up to wing a hard flying elbow straight for the mush.
COMBATSYS: Marise endures Choi's Senpuu Hien Shitozu.
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Chang 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0 Vyle
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Choi 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 Marise
A momentary glance at the surprisingly climactic battle unfolding nearby. Is that Vyle still going? My my.. After all the abuse that rotund misanthrope unloaded upon him, he -still- keeps at it. Resilient, the Devil must give him that.
Maybe she better not dump this failure off squarely on him. He could be useful in the future... Hn.
She also has to hand it to that bearded leviathan. He does love his job. Entertaining.
Of course, the Devil is definitely starting to get positively irrate at this jumping bean. The claws.. Were not so much an issue for her.
That wave of energy however? Unlike the cuts and slashes inflicted earlier... Those elicit more of a response. The creature snarls painfully, lifting her arms as the energy washes across her frame. Igniting sizzling bursts of smoke and ash from her flesh.. Reacting in a fashion entirely beyond the pale.
"You begin to annoy me." The Devil's mirth is wiped from her lips. Golden eyes flash.
At once, her long locks rise behind her like a wave.. like countless scorpion tails rising to strike. With a sudden whip of her head, the ocean of black -lashes- forth. Loosing a volley of nearly a hundred black needles.. Soaring through the air and streaking for the tiny rodent. Virtually coating that third of the area with those necrotic-energized evil ebon spires.
COMBATSYS: Marise successfully hits Choi with Onigumo no Kokufuu.
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Chang 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0 Vyle
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Choi 1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Marise
Choi is middling in his perspectives. In fighting this zombie, he noticed that he wasn't really making huge leaps. You know, except with the whole energy thing. But that was barely noticed. He only started with this one attack, and as he rose up in the air, he was noticing a sort of... hissing. And then, he saw a holy-crap number of hair needles. Too many needles, in fact. The little man squeals as he tries anything, everything to roll out of the way.
He fails.
The little man smashes in the hood of the truck, indenting it. He seems somewhat... rattled. His hat falls down shortly after him, falling over his face. He adjusts his hat, and sits upright. "OW! Chang, I'm thinking we better try something real sharp, you hear me buddy boy?" Choi had too much distance to make up. He needed to wait a moment, in order to get himself stable again.
COMBATSYS: Choi gains composure.
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Chang 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0 Vyle
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Choi 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Marise
COMBATSYS: Chang interrupts Quick Punch from Vyle with Tekkyuu Hien Zan.
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Choi 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Marise
COMBATSYS: Chang can no longer fight.
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As the elbow flies at him, Chang bellows, "NOT SO FAST!" He swings his leg up, striking Vyle in the jaw with a deadly kick. Chang flies backwards after the huge kick, falling onto the ground. "Choi," he rasps, before losing consciousness.
Well, that was unexpected. That damn kick again. At least he got a final good hit in on Chang. But...that kick hurt, flinging him upward with the kick and sending him sprawling again. That...well....damn. Really, there's not much to be done after that one, aside from a stray kick of a piece of rubble maybe. Hardly aimed, but who knows...maybe Vyle can get lucky. He could use it after a fight like that....
COMBATSYS: Vyle has reached third wind!
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Choi 0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1 Vyle
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|=------\-------\0 Marise
The Devil sniffs in the wake of that wave of obsidian destruction. Rising slowly as her tendrilous tresses slowly slither back into place over her pale shoulders. Her skin looking considerably less flawless now in the wake of that incessant slashing and energised mayhem the small cretin inflicted upon her. Still, managing to squarely smite that small dancing gnome was more than a little satisfying.
Giving his gathering form a side-long glance, she takes a moment to witness the final exchange between the irrepressible force meeting the imbecilic object. The corner of her lip twitches during the final clash.. Seemingly taking her teammate out of the equation along with that wide-loaded goon.
"Hm. Sadly.. It seems your 'Chang' is no longer an option.. My little Korean."
Wicked eyes turning to him then as she slowly stalks forwards. Claws splaying forth like a series of wicked knives, glaring him down as she begins to stalk closer, "It is not too late to surrender and be on your merry way. I can overlook your indiscretion.. Once."
The offer is genuine. The Devil does not lie. They did lighten her night but this mission is becoming dangerously close to failure. As little as she cares for these business worms ... She'd rather not have a black mark on her record if it can be helped.
Surely Choi would prefer not to have marks all over him either. The kind that take a long time to stop hurting.
COMBATSYS: Marise focuses on her next action.
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Choi 0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1 Vyle
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COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Vyle's Small Thrown Object.
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Choi 0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1 Vyle
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"Chang? CHANG?! CHAAAAAAAAANG!!!!"
The midget dives down to his fallen buddy, effortlessly evading the hurled rubble. Lowering himself down to his big buddy, he lifted his head a bit. "Oh man, you JERK!" The midget snapped at the downed Vyle, who had to be down now.
Turning towards Marise, the midget looked with a fire burning in his eyes. "You... Well... actually, shoot, that's pretty smart." The fire dies instantly. "I dunno. I will need help moving Chang in the truck. I suppose that'll work. And we tried, and that's the important thing." Choi eyed the woman, staring her straight in the not-eyes. He was talking business here, pure business.
COMBATSYS: Choi focuses on his next action.
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Choi 0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1 Vyle
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Vyle is...well, he's down, right? He got pretty damn well beaten up by Chang, and after that final kick, he really couldn't be up and about again, right? He got a few of the guys he wanted out and down the pipe, so it's not a big loss, right? And when Choi goes over to lament the defeat of his long time pal, the wrestler doesn't move at all. Looks like a double KO if there ever was one.
At least until Choi turns around toward the Devil Herself to ponder her offer. That's when Vyle opens his eyes, looking up to his partner. His eyes are tired...but they still have light...and he's still got enough strength left to give her a cutthroat signal, eyes flitting toward Choi just to make himself even clearer....before settles back down into playing possum. That's right, little man....just think it over, think you have an out.
Letting people think they have a way out before crushing them is one of the things the persistent, tenacious, and altogether odious Vyle loves most.
COMBATSYS: Vyle gains composure.
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Choi 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Vyle
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As amusing as it would be to cut eviscerate this comical little man, especially in the wake of the damage he inflicted upon her person, this tomfoolery has nearly cost them the mission.
Then again. He -did- turn down her extremely generous offer of special service.
The Devil's grin widens with entirely too much fang. Her eyes do not move towards Vyle, but the message is recieved.
That lovely little luchador..
"Oh. I see. Well.. In that case.. Since you see fit to complicate matters.." The Devil steps forwards. Golden eyes glaring through the little man as she muses, "How about I add a new wrinkle yes? ... This 'Snookie'.. Hn? Be a dear and call her up again.." Absently her claw-tips lift to the edges of her kimono, readjusting the fabric upon her partly-dusted symmetry, "We'll have ourselves a pleasant conversation. You and I.. And she'll get to listen to every word about how ravishing you find me.. How much more beautiful I am than she.."
The monster gestures to the fallen Chang, "Or Kapwhan finds you tomorrow on his front porch with that fat swine's bleeding heart wedged in your tiny mouth."
The Devil giggles. Razored nails stretching in cat-like anticipation, "... What will it be.. 'Sweetie'?" knife-like nails clicking with delight.
COMBATSYS: Marise takes no action.
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Choi 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Vyle
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Choi goes flush. The witch was trying to twist him into... this. This horrible thing. To destroy his steps to connecting with his wife. She was being... vile. Like Vyle. Who was clearly still down. "Aaaawe.." He begins, looking over the body. And then... he scowled.
"NO! And it's SMOOKIE"
He picks up speed, charging Marise. "You skank! Rotten! Skank! Homewrecking MONSTER! You better lay off my friend... or... erm... I'll show you the GREAT JUSTICE!" And with that, he leaps through the air, attempting to aim both of those little legs right for that nasty fanged face of hers!
That's his spot.
Marise twisted the knife. Time for Vyle to help pull it out and stab it back in. When Choi suddenly leaps up to try and kick into the Devil Woman's face, Vyle pops up with surprising speed and vigor, jumping to his feet to try and grab the little man out of the air in the midst of his kick. "SURPRISE, LITTLE MAN!!" he shouts as he tries to snatch the suddenly virtuous slasher and pull him back into a German Suplex. A....small one.
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Marise with Light Kick.
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"Justice.. hn?" The Devil muses, tilting her head back as she witnesses the man's valiant charge in defense of his woman and his friend. Keh heh! That expression was worth this whole operation in and of itself! She can't help but begin to laugh once again...
...Except for the fact the darting little spriggan kicks her square on the head. The laughter abruptly silenced as the creature's head snaps back from the brisk impact. Staggering back a step.. but only a step.
Just long enough for the surprising return of her ally, vaulting from his grave to clutch at the little warrior.
"That.." Wiping her chin with the back of her hand, ".. Doesn't exist."
Hoping to use Vyle's attack as a distraction at the least, Marise's long, pale leg lashes out from the folds of her kimono. Rising in a high, sweeping arc and attempting to -SLAM- Choi in the middle. Crushing him to the floor and pinning him down either in lieu of Vyle's suplex or in addition to.
Should it connect, her heel grinds as she stares down with golden eyes, "Only vengeance. Something that stirs in you now.. does it not? Kyeh heh heh..."
COMBATSYS: Choi blocks Vyle's Strong Throw.
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COMBATSYS: Choi blocks Marise's Combo Throw.
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Double team? Well, shoot. It looked like Vyle wasn't down. The moment Vyle slips behind the rebound from the kick, Choi reacts quickly. With a nimble twist, he wrenches free of the suplex, flipping free from the impact. And while he is still in air... Then Marise tries to catch him. Bringing his arms up, he manages to catch the blow... but ends up on the end of a pin anyways. Looking up the leg, he struggles, struggles... and finally rebuffs the leg.
And then, he spins.
Something was stirring in Choi. And it was whipping him around like a top. Spinning in place, it was similar to what got hit with earlier. However, Choi wasn't rising now. And if Marise was attuned to it... she might have noticed the suddenly rush of wind blowing in the building. And with it, came the chi building up around the midget.
Spinning faster and faster, the midget suddenly became consumed by blue chi, whirling around him like a cyclone, erupting up faster and faster. And with that, it tried to drag poor Marise into the storm, letting her experience one of many tricks up the little man's sleeves.
Well, crap, nimble little bastard, isn't he? No wonder the two seemed to piss Vyle off so much. Both of them were the kinds of guys Vyle had hard times with it seems. And the fact that his German Suplex was wrenched out of only seemed to make the rudo that much madder. Gritting his teeth, he could only do but wait, considering that tornado seemed to be nothing but trouble. Just wait...wait...wait....THERE.
Picking his spot, Vyle leaped in, suddenly trying to headscissor Choi in the midst of his spinning and take him down...and maybe add on a few hard punches on the way down there, too....
COMBATSYS: Marise blocks Choi's Shin! Tatsumaki Shinkuu Zan.
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That little midget remains quite the elusive target. Tugging free from the wrestler and managing to block Marise's smashing heel. It seems she may have awoken some righteous indignation from the comical dwarf. A wicked grin plays over her bloodied lips, a cackle grows from the depths of her throat.
....And then the whirlwind of power blossoms from the tiny man. That horrific grin very quickly dissolves off Marise's face. For the first time... Genuine concern reflects in her widening eyes, "N.. No!" Immediately throwing herself backwards. Throwing her arms before her as she -dives- backwards.
That panic turns out to be the only thing that saves her.. Just being -near- that cyclone of energy began to -sear- her. Milky skin smoking and burning at the radiance, fingers -clawing- into the floor to keep her from being pulled into that energized vortex!
Realizing she must act swiftly.. The Devil -stretches- out her lashing foot. Leg extending the distance in an attempt to -strike- the diminutive ex-con from his spinning destruction. Her foot nearly lit aflame for her trouble..
Grah!
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Vyle's Combo Throw.
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Choi 0/-------/-------|=======\==-----\1 Vyle
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COMBATSYS: Choi interrupts Light Kick from Marise with Houkou Tenkan.
- CRAZY Hit! -
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Choi 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 Vyle
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The timing could not have been worse.
Choi's whirlwind only manages to wing Marise, but if gives the midget time to prepare. In the depths of the wind, most people can't get a clear shot. The wind rages on, and Vyle leaps in to catch him. But the thing was... the storm was running WITHOUT Choi needing to spin.
The minute Vyle jumps in, the storm ends. Choi is already leaping out of the way... and right towards Marise. As her leg whips around, the midget seems more driven than before. Already he was spinning like a drill, claws stuck right out. And as the leg strikes the midget... well. Have you ever put a piece of straw near a power drill? Choi was doing that to her leg, just as it struck him solidly. Raking all the way up, he just drilled forward up until he hit the main body... where he just spun into her more.
Drill, Baby, Drill!
Ohhhh, now he was just being a bunch of piss right there. Vyle wasn't about to have any of that.
Landing on his tailbone after missing the headscissors attempt, Vyle glowered. It seemed the little man was trying to make a mockery of them, after all of this. Well....lets see him make a mockery of this.
"Dont worry. Your Smookie will be taken good care of after you're gone. I'll make sure of it....PERSONALLY!" he snaps, just to twist the knife a bit more as he leaps up to attempt to drop kick CHoi out of his little drilling fun.
That is certainly problematic.
Marise's moment of panic proves to be her undoing. The midget immediately slashes his way along her outstretched leg. Blades finding purchase until he climbs his way to her middle and sets his blades on puree. The Devil screeches, teeth clenching as those edges dig into her stomach, leaning upwards to stare at the pouncing, drilling little man.
Even in this she manages a bloody chuckle, "... What'll.. Really keep you up at night... Is... Wondering what my.. special.. service is.. keh ha.."
At that, the horrifically evil creature lets fly one final attack. A tendril of hair whips over her shoulder, attempting to -jab- the victorious gnome with a poisonous hair-needle at point blank range. Only to crumple to the floor.. Slowly dragging herself away one-handedly.
"..Vyle, Finish him!" She barks.. Even with an unholy constitution such as her's, she cannot continue.
COMBATSYS: Marise can no longer fight.
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Choi 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 Vyle
COMBATSYS: Marise successfully hits Choi with Onigumo no Dokubari.
-+- CALCULATED HIT -+-
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Choi 0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1 Vyle
COMBATSYS: Choi parries Vyle's Light Kick!
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Choi 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Vyle
"I bet your special service is picking the flesh off my bones, you freak!" Choi spits out as he finally pulls away from the drilling. He hoped that is what it was. Because sweet lord was that a bod. And he could only imagine the kind of tricks she could pull with those thick delicious-
Suddenly hair.
Choi is knocked clean further away, his drop away not making it to his benefit. He was barely holding on now. He was weak. He was tired. And his best friend was down. He really couldn't hold on much longer... Already Vyle was moving in with a drop kick...
And like that, Choi lands on Vyle's outstreched leg. He swings under it, positioning himself underneath Vyle as he went through the air. As he lands, he springs, and in a confusing triangulation of whipping around, he stuck his claws right up for Vyle to land his sweet back right on.
SUPERPOKE?!
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Choi's Geketsu Tsuki EX.
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Choi 0/-------/-======|=======\===----\1 Vyle
Oh, you bastard.
That's not something Vyle expected at all. The fact that the wrestler was able to twist about in the midst of his drop kick and bring up his legs to catch the claws on rather than his back is a testament to the man's flexibility and persistence. "NGhhhnnnn....you know....it's about time you just died. Now." And thusly, he comes out for the same low tackle, the same dangerous set up that he managed to pull out on Chang eariler. YOu know the one....Choi better, at least.
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Vyle's Outbreaker.
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Choi 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Vyle
And Choi does!
As Vyle nimbly evades the full brunt of the claws by rolling to get the legs. Oh, Vyle was flexible. But he wasn't up against a wrestler here. He was up against a midget. A professional midget. And if he knew how fighting midgets was like, he would know how hard it was to keep a tag on them.
When Vyle moves in to take him out like he did to Chang, Vyle finds that Choi just... leaps away. Just far a away. Almost a yard or three. The midget lands on his feet, and stares at the freaky wrestler. Marise was down. And now, Vyle was next. "Come on, buddy boy, you are going to get it for what you did to Chang!" And with that, he charged right back towards Vyle, running faster, faster.... until he trips, falling head first in a front flip. Wait. Front flip... into a HEEL DROP! Aiming right for Vyle's head! Or, erm, by height, maybe crotch.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Choi's Toorima Geri.
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Choi 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Vyle
Well, it seems that neither of them just wants to die here. Choi manages to sneak himself out of the tackle by leaping like a leapfrog. Spritely for someone as beat up as he is. Vyle can say the same, though, as when the running heel drop comes in, Vyle's able to roll aside and get himself clear of the shot. A bit out of position to follow up with anything meaningful though, Vyle just...whips his arm out, hoping to slap a leg out from under Choi and send him on his back. Nothing fancy just....a trip. Simple is good, though, right?
COMBATSYS: Choi blocks Vyle's Fast Throw.
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Choi 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Vyle
The little dwarf lands hard, his balance slightly off. And to Choi's dismay, Vyle was sweeping in with a kick. A trip. The midget is tired, and he is weak. But suddenly, a wave of energy comes over him. Once the leg comes around... it stops cold upon hitting the leg of the midget.
And then, Choi breaks out.
Not in a blast. Not in an explosion. No. He just breaks out... to cut Vyle.
Cut him right in the face.
COMBATSYS: Choi successfully hits Vyle with Quick Strike.
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Choi 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Vyle
And cut Vyle is. The strike is...well, it's enough to break the wreslter down, cutting him just above the eyes. The blood is enough to impair his vision...and make that light headedness attacking him only get worse. "...if you....I swear....no....You're going down with me, you midget freak...You..." he babbles, before winging out his legs, trying to take Choi over with a last gasp attempt to headscissors him into an exposed nail or...something.
COMBATSYS: Vyle can no longer fight.
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Choi 0/-------/--=====|
COMBATSYS: Choi dodges Vyle's Viper's Coil.
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Choi 0/-------/--=====|
Choi responds by leaping away.
At this point in the fight, Choi does that really well. Seriously. As he nimbly hits and runs, he just pulls back, staring at Vyle as he collides to the ground. He has had his share of comebacks. Too many comebacks. He would just wait a while... until...
The sounds of a riot echos up the hall. Oh crap. Looking over at Chang, he shook his head. Looks like it was time for a Katamari rescue again.
Log created on 16:33:00 04/18/2009 by Marise, and last modified on 03:42:49 04/19/2009.