Description: As Shadaloo vandal Vyle hits the streets to continue to spread his brand of Chaos, hired Syndicte scout, Ayame, tries to take matters into her own hands.
Money makes the world go 'round.
It's just a fact of life. It's true in Metro City. It's true in England. It's true in Bumsuck, Egypt, so why wouldn't it be true in Southtown? And where do you get money from? Well, it depends on what kind of work you do, but for the most part, if you're looking for money, you're looking for banks. Even big outfits, companies, illegal organizations are gonna rely on banks. And even if you don't, the sudden disappearance of money from one bank is enough to significantly upset a local economy and start some butterfly effects.
This is the idea behind the latest scheme of one...wait...no, that can't be him. He can't be. He's not wearing a stitch of green or purple, and actually looks like he has normal hair. No...that can't be the Sickness himself, Vyle. He's dressed in a blue power suit and hefting a plain leather suitcase. Not his usual outfit at all, or his usual modus operandi.
Whoever it is however, he's up to something as he stops by the window of Southtown Central Bank's front office building the dead of night. He doesn't seem terribly worried about security cameras or whatnot either, or even just cops. Maybe that whole 'city under siege' problem everyone has to deal with, including authorities. In any case, the curious figure stops, smirking a little as he opens up his briefcase...and suddenly hefts a giant smooth rock out of it, hefting it shot-put style before launching it through the front glass doors, shattering them and setting off an alarm.
An alarm he pays no mind as he opens up his case again, and pulls out a set of four green-football-style grenades, chuckling to himself. "MOney to burn....."
Ayame sees a lot of things as she scouts about the city. Howard's Syndicate is paying her money for intel, the occasional message delivery, and the odds and ends cleanup work when the opportunity presents itself. A sharp mind and a photographic memory go a long way to making the girl a valuable asset to the cartel finding itself undersiege from all directions. The support base for Geese is falling out from under him after Kain and Rock Howard exposed all his secrets to the world at large. But the criminal empire took years in the making and it won't fall that easily...
Ayame isn't sure. She doesn't care too much. But she'll ride out the war, keeping her neck out of trouble when possible, and making money as the swift, able scout that she is. For all her knowledge of the city, for all her tracking of troop movements from one road block to another, she happens across the suited young man almost completely by accident.
Sharp brown eyes study him as she watches from a nearby fireescape landing. Blowing up the bank, huh? She releases a soft huff. She should radio this in, let someone else deal with it, she muses. But if she chases this guy off... she might be able to help herself to some of the contents of the institution before the police arrive. She can always pin any missing money on the vandalous Vyle, right?
She's not entirely quiet as she leaps down to the street and starts to approach Vyle from behind. Every step is accompaned by a metallic ring of the chain belt around her waist or the thin chains dangling about her neck. She steps with calm composure, flipping her long, strawberry blonde hair back over her shoulder as she gets nearer. The skirt clad girl looks less like a Syndicate enforcer and more like a girl trying a shy too hard at looking the rebel's part, with her black and red hued attire, leather glove, bracelets, chains, and... oh, yeah, the butterfly knife she's flicked into her right hand.
"I don't think that's the kind of deposits this place is interested in. Why don't you just take a hike and get outta here." she warns, flicking the butterfly knife idly about her hand with metallic clacking sounds. Her mouth curls into a hint of a teasing smile, "So... are you just an opportunist or are these orders?" Her left hand brushes at her skirt idly, "For me it's orders. So you know I'm not going to back down."
The jangle of the metal chain belt keys Vyle into the presence behind him. Even if he's a bit disguised, he's not exactly hiding his rather anti-social behavior or character. "Eh?" He looks behind him, still holding the four grenades in his hand, still pinned. Eying Ayame over his shoulder, he frowns. Yeah...she looks like a normal girl pretty much...but Vyle's no idiot. Being out here like this, plus the knife...he can easily figure she's not just some dumb kid, nor your random desperate girl-turned-mugger type you might see on some tv serial.
"Well...if they don't take these kind of deposits, maybe you'd be interested? After all, I have so many, I have to keep them somewhere....so how about you be a dear before I uncork these suckers and stuff them into your shirt. God knows you need something there, kid."
He then chuckles, toying with the pin of one in his left hand. "I dunno...what's slang these days for 'none of your damn business, toots'?" He seems to hold the grenades almost like a hostage, a ransom to cause a stalemate between him and the knife-wielding teen behind him. "Tick tock...don't think I can hold these for long...they just might slip..."
Well, now she has his attention. Bought a few seconds to think this through even further before he tosses them. A glance is cast around her before her sharp eyes come back to rest on Vyle. Her right hand flicks the knife closed, though she leaves it palmed, as she rests both of her hands at her waist. "Hn?" she asks back, narrow brown eyebrow rising slightly as she focuses on the greenades.
"You don't want to know," she exhales softly, sounding mildly irritated at the jab but not to the point of being flustered, "What I've got in my shirt." Her right hand lifts from her waste to gesture vaguely toward him, "But it is my business. Maybe I'm a customer here, hm?" Her grin returns, "Or a concerned citizen that doesn't want to see the city razed before the war is won." She lowers her hand back to resting against her side, "Or maybe I happen to know who you are..."
Her tone takes on a darker edge, "Because I've read the profiles of every identified enemy of the Syndicate that's been spotted in Southtown in the last few weeks..." Her grin shifts into a confident smirk. "And maybe there's a price on your head that I can collect by bringing you in..." She turns her left shoulder toward him, taking on a very neutral stance, the knife in her right hand still closed. "And maybe that's... why it's my business."
She tosses her head again with her left hand, brushing some of it behind her ear and back over her shoulder. "And let's think this stalemate of yours through... If we stand here longer and longer, who do you think is going to gain the advantage? Do you have friends coming?" She brings her right hand up to her ear as if to feign listening for anything in the distance. "I suspect not."
Ahh...there it is. No hiding her affilations it seems. Maybe a bit too ambitious of the young girl, but Vyle can't help but grin. Sounds like something he'd do. Well...not really. He wouldn't have bothered asking first, actually. But it's probably good he came in under cover, even if at this close, the fake hair and scalp over his usual mohawk, and his unfamiliar blue suit make it hard to pick him out immediately as one Vernon 'Vyle' Cross.
"Bounty....tch tch tch. How...I dunno, lame. No, not the idea of trying to cash in. Just...actually telling a potential bountyhead that you're gunning for them for just that reason. So...amateur. No creativity either."
Chuckling, Vyle suddenly pulls two pins out, pitching grenades in opposite directions, one toward the hole in the glass into the office lobby, and one toward Ayame, a distinct cackle as he drops the two pinned grenades to the ground near his case. "CATCH!!!"
COMBATSYS: Vyle has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Ayame has joined the fight here.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ayame
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Ayame with Thrown Object.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Ayame
"Were you hoping for something more spiffy? Like maybe accusing you of killing my long lost relative, or blame you for the failing economy, or simply drop from the sky above to try and land on your head with my feet and take you down unannounced? Other options might be more dramatic, but I don't know if they're as fun." she states, sliding her right foot out to her side, keeping her left shoulder toward Vyle, as the long-haired girl begins to slide into a better ready stance.
And that's when he makes his move. The sound of two pins being pulled tells her the number of grenades about to go live. But only one comes flying her way. The one flying for the bank proper isn't her concern as if sails through the already 'opened' glass without interruption. The one flying her way though? That's a problem! She decides to test her speed against Vyle's aim, darting forward head long toward the incoming explosive...
And skipping over it... and hoping to simply bolt into him without having to worry about it. No such luck. The football shaped thing goes off, detonating behind her, blasting the girl forward slightly though she was far away from ground zero to avoid the worst of it. The stumble is recovered from quickly as she continues on toward Vyle. "I find the place to express creativity," she notes, gritting her teeth as she bites back the pain.
"Is in a fight!" His normal hair is about to become a target as Ayame's left hand will reach for it in a bid to seize control of him. The knife in her right hand is open again, and should she get a tight enough grip, she'll use the opportunity to administer a swift slash, followed by a right knee to his stomach as she finishes by flipping the vandal to the ground over her leg!
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Ayame's Random Combo.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Ayame
THe rudo, while not in his usual characteristic attire, still holds his characteristic snake-like ability to escape the line of fire. Cackling as the explosion of the grenade in the mostly empty front lobby goes off, he eyes the opponent before him, Ayame simply regarded with a sneer. As she reaches for his false scalp, he drops low, first in a crouch, then pushing off with his hands back to avoid the knife cutting out for his head and the knee coming in for his gut.
Yeah, yeah, you obviously got some creative ways of learning how to suck. Way you fight, way you dress...seem like you're doing a pretty good job of sucking actually." His usual prodding commentary is sharply followed up by a quick shoot in, feinting a grab low, before straightening up and aiming to hook her arm with his. If successful, a quick recoil of his body would send him turning and bringing his other arm down with an elbow to her sholder and dragging her with an arm breaker drop onto the ground. If not...well....
COMBATSYS: Ayame dodges Vyle's Strong Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Ayame
Her hand snaps out only to find his reputation for being slippery to pin down being well earned. The girl stomps her right foot forward, stopping her momentum immediately as to avoid being caught having extended so far as to leave herself open for retaliation. She goes for the attacks all the same - a knee strike and attempted slash, but it's all in vain as her target snakes through them with ease.
"Che," she grunts. "You got a lot of mouth, but-" His arm hooks in around hers. His plan would have perfectly taken her down to the concrete except she reacts at the exact same time, backflipping up and over him, unhooking his arm from hers in the process as she comes down to land behind the suited vandal. Landing lightly in a half crouch, she hesitates for only a split second. "I'm going to take a slice at your hide for every insult you think to cast my way."
She steps forward, her left hand leading as if a punch which she quickly snaps back, driving her right hand forward with the knife in it as her real attack. "So you better make sure they're worth it!" A blood-letting stab seems to be the teen fighter's goal. Something to soften him up a little and maybe kill a bit of his resolve.
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Ayame's Quick Strike.
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Vyle 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Ayame
It's Vyle's turn to tsk when Ayame manages to backflip out of the arm hook before he can hit the arm takedown, saving her from some serious pain. Turning back to face her as she lands, he snorts a bit. Straightening his tie, he glowers back before lurching into a vaguely familiar wrestling stance. "You're lucky I'm in a suit tonight. If I had a little more movement, you'd be eating the street right now," he insists.
"Not that it'll save you tonight." When the knife comes to stab at him, he brings up an arm...and lets the knife catch on the suit itself. While he gets a slash up his forearm, he's able to deflect the stab enough to avoid serious damage.
"C'mon...a butterfly knife? What, a wanna be yakuza, not realizing how lame using a knife named after a moth's gay brother is?" he taunts, waiting for Ayame to come face to face with him again....before a noxious spray of green mist shoots out of his mouth, the cloud of his patented 'Venom' spat out for all those open parts of her face. "Go home to your mom before I do instead and butt her fly with something, huh?"
COMBATSYS: Ayame blocks Vyle's Venom Breath.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Ayame
"Eating street, huh?" Ayame retorts as she snaps back after her quick stab is defended against. "Sounds like someone's asking for a curb stomping." She turns her left shoulder toward him again, keeping the knife in her right hand, eyes narrowing slightly. "You're right." she decides at last, flicking the weapon into the air such that it lands closed in her palm, before sliding it into a horizontal sheath in one of her belts. "That wasn't going to inflict nearly enough pain as you deserve."
She bolts forward again, her right hand going to the neckline of her blouse, fingers slipping down just in side, before sliding out a folded up metal object. A flick of her wrist as she gets close and the metal object opens into a bladed Japanese-styled fan. With an edge of serrated teeth, the weapon has the potential to rake the skin of an opponent and leave several gouges instead of just the one the butterfly knife would have allowed for. But the fan proves to be a timely defense rather than offense, as she closes distance and he sends a cloud of toxin her way.
A slash of the fan through the mist disperses of it before it reaches her, leaving only a little to land on her arms with a burning sting. "Good luck finding my mom, eh?" she snaps, darting back, shaking her right arm as if to rid if of the tingling sensation left by the poisonous substance. "It looks like yours didn't teach you spitting is rude. Tsk, tsk."
The fan is slashed through the air two more times to get rid of the lingering substence on its surface before Ayame folds it closed and slips it back into the sheath just inside of her neckline. Her left hand goes to a half-foot long pouch affixed to one of her belts and draws out a thick metal tube. "But if knives aren't good enough for your precious skin, I've got a better idea..." The girl holds her ground, eyes studying Vyle sharply. She's noted his speed and his admitted handicap due to the more restrictive suit. Her right hand goes to her neck to straighten her blood red tie before dropping to her side, while her left hand keeps a hold on that tube.
COMBATSYS: Ayame calculates her next move.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Ayame
Well, that damn fan makes things a bit more interesting, doesn't it? "Hrmph...guess yours didn't tell you stealing was wrong, what, you get that off your pimp, thought it'd make a good way to lure some Johns into a love hotel, mm?" Vyle continues to prod, his usual plan of attack showing once more as his rapid fire taunts keep coming.
As Ayame holds back, he narrows his eyes...and chuckles. "What, you wanted a sample? Desperate girl, aren't you, what, should I go to a back room right now or just drop trou right now?" he asks.
As his suitably vile comment is still out there, he whips in low, trying to sneak in with a quick skitter before his feet swing out, trying to trap both ankles between his shins and twist to bring her down face first in a drop toe hold.
COMBATSYS: Ayame fails to interrupt Quick Throw from Vyle with Harvest's Reaper.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Ayame
"My fan? It might be news to an uncuth barbarian like yourself, but such fans were the weapons of warriors in Japan's history." Ayame states proudly. "The only thing it'd be enticing some into would be getting their throat slashed open. Don't worry. We'll get to that later," she smirks, swaying on her feet as she maintains her position.
"As far as getting a room we'll need to book you one at the hospital by the time I'm through with you!" He surges forward, putting his speed into the offense, and Ayame aims to retaliate in turn. A small spark of chi where her thumb presses against the metal tube seems to be the catalyst necessary to have the thing suddenly expand into a full-length six foot long titanium shaft.
As he goes low, Ayame sweeps with the weapon, attempting to bash the low end of it into Vyle's forehead as a precursor to so much more. But he skids into the leg takedown and her aggressive step forward catches her off guard and the startled girl is toppled forward to the ground instead where she lands hard against the concrete with a surprised grunt of pain as she finds her foot in his grip.
To be honest....Vyle would be impressed, if he wasn't busy dropping Ayame face first into the ground. And...you know, if he wasn't Vyle. The staff is impressive, but it doesn't seem to do Ayame any good against his low slip in. "What was that? I couldn't hear you through your busted dentures. Oh, don't worry, the painkillers will kick in soon."
And still low, he quickly shifts about, trying to use his hold around her ankles still to pull one up with his legs, keeping it steady enough to grab with his hands and wrench at it with a hard grp to turn it into an ankle lock of sorts. "You're gonna feel everything until they do though!!"
COMBATSYS: Ayame dodges Vyle's Improvised Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Ayame
A bit surprised at the speed he used to get under her counter attack, she's more worried about the fact that his hold on her foot has her in a bit of a compromising position. No stranger to the dangers and powers of an effective leg or ankle lock, she's not about to have him crimping her ability to put her agility to use if at all possible. "Tch," she grunts, kicking out with her other foot at just the moment Vyle moves to get into position to advance his hold into another step, applying enough pressure to him to keep the wrestler from being able to settle into place.
With that she's kicking her foot free and springing forward into a roll and coming up into a crouch facing back toward Vyle. Her right hand keeps a grip on her staff at her side while her right hand occupies itself with dusting off her blouse idly, "You're going to have to do better than that. Heh."
She's back on the offense immediately, springing from her crouch with a burst of speed as she lunges toward Vyle and sweeps early with the staff in a horizontal slash through the air about a half-foot too early for it to actually threaten him. The move is made for cover to allow her to spin in closer and aim to crush her elbow into Vyle's chest, then finish the spin completely and bring her knee up for his groin, her staff out to the side serving not to hit him but to try and pin him in and keep him from having as many options with which to escape as she tries to deal a more decisive blow!
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Ayame's Medium Strike.
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Ayame
Hrmph. This is starting to annoy Vyle something fierce, seeing all those big moves doing nothing as they're wriggled away from. Seems like a taste of his own medicine, but it's something that he's not exactly enjoying here.
With Ayame wrenching herself away before he can put on the ankle lock, the suited luchadore grumbles.
"I guess no point in tightening the noose around someone so loose," he snaps and taunts again. When the girl springs forward to snap a staff strike at him, he brings his arm up again. It's good he didn't try to stop the staff itself, as he manages to keep covered when the real leading strike, the elbow to his chest, comes in, stopping up against his arms. The strike is harsh, but he absorbs it enough, at has enough wits to lurch back from the knee to his groin before any SEROIUS damage is done.
"I'd say something about not seeing anything yet...but..." Seeing throws having trouble landing solidly on her, he suddenly leaps into the air overhead, apparently to do some softening up. "I'm sure you're plenty familiar with men throwing you away and trampling you under foot!" And trample he tries, feet pumping in a set of rapid stomps aimed for her head and shoulders as he falls down toward her.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Ayame with Riot Stampede.
- Power hit! -
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Ayame
A very slight eyebrow twitch is is Ayame's initial response to his remarks by the time she's back on her feet but it passes quickly, her mouth quirking into a ready grin, "Oh, I get it. You think you're someone that has the slightest chance with me." She shakes her head, then darts in, attempting to dish out a quick combo that he won't be able to see through, only to find his defenses sufficient to keep him guarded from either tricky strike.
He slips backward, providing what she believes to be a moment to catch her breath, only to find him bolting toward her again and taking to the air. "Please," she grunts as he descends, holding her ground where she stands, "I'm the one that does the discarding." His feet hit hard, smacking against the top of her head and driving her shoulder down, forcing Ayame into a crouch from the impact, "And it's time," she growls, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth where she might have bit her tounge, "To take out the garbage."
She lunges back against Vyle, attempting to catch him as he's forced to land. Her staff remains gripped in her left hand, but that isn't what she's using to attack him as she slams her right hand forward instead. A metallic click might be all the warning he gets before a narrow stabbing blade of over a foot in length suddenly shoots out from beneath the cloth wrapped over the girl's forearm. A crackle of white chi courses over it as Ayame aims to literally stab Vyle as he lands, digging in deep and viciously before bringing her foot up to kick him off the arm-blade should she successfully manage to skewer him!
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Ayame's Criminal Negligence.
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Ayame
Now that's what he was looking for. A nice good fashioned mudhole stomping. Vyle puts the boots to Ayame, before dropping back, laughing. He never knew business shoes worked that well for stomping.
Ayame seems to finally be getting unnerved, the lunge coming out in a way that seems to bely some desperation. That's the wrestler's justification, anyways. He doesn't even bother sticking around for anything, dropping low beneath both the staff and the blade she suddenly unleashes from her hiding place, and rolling away from the foot that comes up to follow up. Kipping up to his feet after getting some distance, he smirks, hopping to his feet from side to side just to show off al ittle.
"Garbage? What, you mean like where you found your clothes?" he asks, grinning quite meanly as he twists in and tries to aim a drop kick low into the side of the delinquent scout's knee.
COMBATSYS: Ayame parries Vyle's Light Kick!
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Ayame
The shimmering blade stabs through the air but Vyle's already slipped out of its path before Ayame can snag him. The girl skips back, crouching low in order to press the tip of the weapon against the ground, forcing it back into its sheath against her arm until it locks into place with a click, all the while keeping her eyes on Vyle. He's proven faster and more resourceful than she had anticipated him being. Time to step things up a bit.
His comment about her distinctive clothes earns him an arched eyebrow, but Ayame is otherwise not moving much, staying put where she stands. Most of her tricks and surprise weapons have failed to land a solid hit on the speedy luchador but she isn't too shaken up besides the jarring hit to the head either. "Che."
His leg swings in to make the kick and Ayame suddenly twists her staff into action, jamming it down into the path of his foot in order to hook it behind the ankle and menace his balance. All the while, a sudden flare of chi ignites in the titanium weapon, coursing over it as a thin coating of crimson hued energy. "People in cheap suits have no place talking about clothes options... let me help with those rags."
She speaks calmly, her mind clearly on her attack moreso than her response, as she swiftly spins the low end of her staff up toward Vyle's chest, aiming to bash into him with the bottom end of the weapon and stagger him. The energy collects more toward the top end of her weapon, however, shimmering into a narrow protrusion of energy stretching from the top end to form a shape - a vorpal edged scythe blade. And it is with that end that she whips the staff around so that the bladed end aims to land a slashing energy-imbued cut directly into Vyle's chest, digging deep as the long-ranged weapon allows for. The attack would finish with Ayame leaping forward, aiming to land a final crushing blow against his shoulder with that chi-imbued weapon. "Hah!"
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Vyle with Harvest's Reaper EX.
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That's...not what he wanted to see.
The low drop kick is caught on the staff, blunting his momentum and affecting his reaction, a bit of a flop onto the ground after the failed shot. That's all that it takes to give Ayame the opening to truly do some damage on the suited luchadore finally. The staff butt stuns him, causing Vyle to lurch over a bit. And when the chi scythe forms?...that's when the problems start. THe energy slashes into Vyle, a spray of blood coming out from the wound cut through his suit, eyes shocked as he falls back and stumbles before finally dropping to the ground. "Aghh..ghhh...." Scrambling, his sudden demeanor change betrays a sense of desperation as he lurches after a grenade, seemingly hoping to palm it as an equalizer, or something. He doesn't use it yet, though, simply gripping it and steadying his breath, as if it'll help him get back into the game.
COMBATSYS: Vyle gains composure.
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Ayame lands from her forward lunge, her staff burried into the concrete, the chi churning over its surface as she slowly pulls it up to her side, mouth maintaining the faint grin she had before she attacked. She grips the polearm at her side, the energy starting to drain down toward the bottom end as if it were some kind of liquid, forming crimson dropping particles that fall from the base to the ground, vanishing before they ever reach it.
"Heh." she grunts, the last of the energy faded, the shimmering scythe blade long gone. Idly, she hefts the staff up behind her neck, resting against her shoulders, draping her hands up behind it to rest them over it as well. "You got careless. I knew it was going to happen eventually. Faster than I took you for, but not unbeatable." she continues to give the luchador some kind of grade as she maintains her relaxed stand, seemingly content to just let him catch his breath if that's what he needs to do after her vicious combo.
The strawberry blond glances to the side, taking in the exploded front end of the bank, then glances back toward Vyle. "Wonder how much time you got left before more people get here... Hm, hm." Taking in a deep breath, Ayame leans forward, planting her right foot against the ground, before pushing off into a spin such that she ends up facing away from Vyle. "You're not worth my time though. I lied when I said there was a bounty out for you. I was just curious how you'd react." she continues, glancing over her shoulder toward him, still smirking even with her bleeding lip. "No one cares who you are or what you're up to. You're the sort that is just going to get sweeped up when the dust settles... Good luck, ne?"
COMBATSYS: Ayame calculates her next move.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Ayame
....tch.
Damn. She didn't go in for it. The attack hurt like hell, and he was definitely feeling the effects of it....but he was hoping she'd come in, get careless...and then commit to an attack which he'd be waiting for. Looks like he really DID underestimate her. "...you're getting really annoying, now," he mutters, dropping his desperate facade and slowly standing up, grenade still palmed in his hand.
"Though I'll give you this...you know how to take the piss out of someone's night." Shaking his head, he eyes the grenade, and pulls the pin. He reels back to pitch...and then flings it off behind him, not enough to make the lobby again. But...that's not the point. The point is making a distraction enough that he can lurch in and let loose another noxious spray of poison right into Ayame's eyes. It's gonna be a bit harder to stop it without that damn fan, after all, right?"
COMBATSYS: Ayame reflects Venom Breath from Vyle with Midsummer Fantasy.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Ayame
With her tendency to profile her opponents as she fights them, Ayame only seems to become more dangerous as the fight progresses. What was surprising her at the start of the match has ceased to so much. She knows she hurt him bad and that's just asking for him to retaliate with something way more punishing than anything he'd done thus far. So maybe her act of turning her back is a feint. Or maybe she's decided it isn't worth getting hurt over. She's never been a stick-to-it sort unless there was a nice prize on the line after all...
But Vyle is still acting, lobbing another grenade into the building then unloading another cloud of his poison spit in her direction. This time her defense seems to be different than the last time. "Did you think," Ayame declares, skipping forward and spinning around in mid-air in order to face back toward Vyle, "I only had one trick for dealing with anything you can do?" By the time she lands, her staff is down off her shoulders, tucked under her left arm, and her right hand is extended, palm forward.
A sudden pulse of chi bursts into existence in front of her. Pink, the color of cherry blossoms, it forms a round discuss of warm heat between her and the venom. The spray blasts against it, forming a green, sticky mess on the shimmering mirror of chi before Ayame twists her hand and snaps her fingers. In the next instant the chi wraps in on itself into a pink sphere shell over the cloud of mist and comes speeding back at Vyle with horrific speed.
The teenaged bandit simply lowers her arm to rest against her side as the chi bullet is launched back at the luchador, that same smug expression on her face as before.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Ayame's Reflected Venom Breath.
Oh hell.
That's no good, that's no good at all. Vyle knew well enough just how much of a problem the Venom Breath was for his opponents. And while he took care to have desensitized himself to it's own effects for safety reasons, he's not about to let himself get caught in the face with it as well. Especially when it comes back wrapped in a pink shell of energy. Eyes wide, he dives, scrambling out of the way to avoid the return fire. Narrowing his eyes, as he comes up from a roll, he grits his teeth, realizing how sealed the Venom Breath is at this point.
"You....you just don't get it, do you?" he sneers, narrowing his eyes. No risks right now...just waiting....getting a sense of her range, try to goad a mistake out of her. "You think I'm just green spit and grenades? You think I'm just a one trick pony myself?" he asks. "Sorry, toots...but you don't know how dangerous I am...but then again, what can I expect from some chick who hides an extending staff in her pants. What, the Syndicate couldn't find the right drag queen for the job?" Forget the pact that it was in a pouch on her belt. He's trying to get something out of her, even if it's not quite out of anger.
COMBATSYS: Vyle focuses on his next action.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Ayame
Standing back, Ayame pauses, watching as Vyle dives out of the way of the attack sent back his way. She doesn't look terribly disappointed in the outcome, seemingly content just to have surprised him so. "Made ya jump," she notes idly.
He hangs back, clearly taking the opportunity to figure out more about what the girl is capable of, but Ayame stays put. Her right hand comes up as she rubs her forearm against her mouth, wiping away the blood from her lips, maintaining the same scrutinizing stare right back at him.
"So," she remarks thoughtfully, "You've got more tricks than spitting like a kid? Color me skeptical." She slips her staff out from under her left arm and props it against the ground, partially leaning against it, "As for this?" She asks, nodding toward the titanium weapon, "All I can say is it's got a lot more to it than you do." Her right hand slips beneath her left wrist guard, drawing a small metal throwing knife that she balances upright in her palm for a moment.
"I'm still not sure that you're interesting enough to stick around for. But maybe you're good at catch?" She moves her hand up, juggling the knife up into the air in front of her before she snaps her hand up, yanks it out of the air and sends it hurtling on a very accurate trajectory right for Vyle's center of mass, aiming for an easy hit while she simply hangs back, content to stand there for the time being.
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Ayame's Sudden Fling.
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The knife flies, and while Vyle can't quite work it like the swipe Ayame took at him before, he's not TOTALLY helpless here either. Frowning, he brings his hand up, and when it comes closer, he swats the knife out of the air with some surprising speed. Not that he doesn't get away scot free, his hand marked up with a thin red line from where the knife slices hiim.
"Sorry, I don't catch anything from anyone whne I don't know where they've been. Known too many fellas who caught the clap that way," he snaps, before he dashes straight at Ayame. He seems dead set on a head on charge...before he flips over her...or more appropriately, DIVES over, trying to catch her head between his ankles as he sails over to yank her over with a unique sort of headscissors takedown.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Ayame with Strong Throw.
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The knife is swatted from the air with an accompanying comment by Vyle in the process. Ayame laughs. It's a somewhat mirthless sound, but she seems amused all the same. "You're funny." she declares, picking her staff up and returning to a more prepared stance, the weapon angled in front of her as the luchador bolts directly for her.
Expecting a more direct attack, her posture is off when he takes to the air in a show of in-ring accrobatics she hadn't anticipated. Hefting her weapon up doesn't prove to be any kind of defense against the angle he's taken and she realizes it too late to duck cleanly out of the path of Vyle. His legs manage to catch her head in passing and the teen fighter is taken completely off her feet as a result, crashing down to the ground with a soft grunt upon landing on her back, a bit shaken by the impact.
Growling softly, she's quick to pry herself free with her staff, twisting into a roll and coming up into a defensive crouch off to the side. "Think I've had it with you." she grunts, rising up to standing, both hands gripping her staff tightly. "Gave you a chance to just walk away, but if it's a beating you're after..."
Chi begins to gather at her ankles, a swirling aura of red that shifts to violet then light blue as it rises up higher over the girl. Gathering potential energy from the world around her, she readies herself for a bigger retaliation.
COMBATSYS: Ayame gathers her will.
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Vyle 1/-----==/=======|=======\====---\1 Ayame
Vyle snorts, coming up to a roll and shaking his head, after flinging AYame off like so. Coming up to his feet, he watches as she props herself up and supports herself on the staff up to a crouch. "Yeah...funny, I can't get enough of me. You, however...."
Just watching the chi building, Vyle decides to be...well, perhaps a little wreckless. Eyes narrowed, the wrestler charges in, coming to a breaking sprint straight toward Ayame as the build-up goes on. Finally, with a leap, he grabs for her head in mid-flight, trying to catch onto it, and turn her with his momentum before driving her onto the top of her skull with a nasty DDT.
COMBATSYS: Ayame counters Dead Spiral from Vyle with Final Solstice.
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Vyle 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\====---\1 Ayame
"I warned you..." Ayame growls as Vyle charges in again. He's fast. Not just evasively so but in his ability to bolt forward at extreme speeds and catch her off guard with his airborn antics. She's learned this the hard way, and her back aches from getting slammed around for not taking his aggressive attacks seriously.
Reacting in time requires the finest of her reflexes put to the test. And in this case, she manages it, paying careful attention to every move he makes. He leaps and Ayame takes a step back, putting her further than he had anticipated so that she can swing her staff up into his path rather than be too low like the previous attempt.
The weapon flares to life with that same crimson chi it exhibited earlier as it collides with Vyle under the chin to knock him up and off balance... And by the time he comes down to land, Ayame unloads into him with a frenzy of chi-laced staff swings, both ends of the weapon supporting energy scythe blades to add more savage injury to the infuriatingly able luchador.
Again and again, the girl swings, before finishing with a full body'd spin intent on knocking Vyle away, "Just get lost already!"
Well....crap. That really was something, wasn't it?
The flare of the weapon as Vyle leaps in comes, the staff in his way....and he just gets....well, leveled. What else can be said about the beating he takes at the hand of the chi-charged staff and the energy scythe hooked at the end. Suit torn up, scars and lines of blood all over, Vyle is left looking like a mess as he lands on the pavement.
And yet he...laughs? He's laughing? At this point in the game, he's laughing? What's wrong with him? "Hehehehe....heheheheheheehh....what?....that was it? That's all? I thought you were gonna do something serious...." he sneers as he stands up, his state not matching his cocky, continued defiant attitude. "Cmon.....hit me....hit me again....I dare you...I DARE YOU!" he taunts. One can't really tell if he's buying time, being suicidal, or just being an ass.
COMBATSYS: Vyle gains composure.
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By the time Ayame comes out of her combination of attacks, she's winded, having poured nearly all of her pent up energy into the assault. The chi coating her staff flickers and fades as it exhausts itself quickly, the girl having spent all that power she built up just prior to Vyle's attempt to take her down again. Catching her breath, she holds her ground for a moment, studying Vyle and watching to judge his condition.
The laughter that reaches her ears as he gets back up suggests to her that he's not nearly as beaten as she'd like him to be. "Che." A narrow brown eyebrow twitches just slightly as he laughs off the assault, calling it nothing serious. "Hmph." She begins to twirl her staff idly at her side, eyes narrowed, a thoughtful, contemplating expression on her face. "Very well, masochist. If you want to get your face broken in who am I to say no to that?"
She stands up straighter, turning her side toward Vyle, staff still twirling. And then she bolts forward. It is from a few yards out that she twirls the low end of her staff forward, lobbing a small device from the end fo the tube that explodes in mid-air to form a small cloud of obscurring smoke. Cover for her attack, perhaps... As she darts through the cloud and aims to strike Vyle, Ayame spins, letting the staff slip through her fingers so that she's holding one end of it, giving her a full six feet of range as she aims to bash it into roughly the space where she thinks his head was before the smoke grenade.
She would close distance for the second strike - a stomach slamming blow to the sternum meant to crush the fight from him for good only after having made it safer to get into range, "When you stop talking, I'll assume you've had enough!"
COMBATSYS: Ayame successfully hits Vyle with Random Strike.
Glancing Blow
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Well, he did goad her....but Vyle's not exactly in prime conditioning himself. With all that he has, he manages to pull hismelf up to his feet again, just as the smoke billows out to shield his vision from her approach. With the sudden shadow coming through the cloud, Vyle's forced to leap back...but not before he finds himself clipped by the end of Ayame's staff. "Ghh....
He barely manages to duck under the follow up shot, perched on the ground with all fours. "When I stop talking, I'll be dead, and you ain't the one to do that, babe," he snorts before finally shooting in, trying to tackle Ayame down and bright her to the floor. Of course, that can't be ALL he has intended, right?
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Ayame with Outbreaker.
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Ayame
The tackle to Ayame's legs succeeds....and that's where Vyle pours on the pain. Keeping hold of her by the shins, he starts to pull, tucking them underneath his armpits. THen, with a big jump, he drags her into the air with him, above the courtyard of the bank office. Once in mid air, he falls back, forcing her to flip with him as his own feet catch at her shoulders. Over and over, two full flips before they finally land....and Vyle drives his foe face and chest first straight into the concrete, with as much fanfare as possible. Which, given his state, isn't terribly much actually.
She knows her attack wasn't as successful as hoped, but at least she felt the slight reverberation of contact against his side before he slipped out of range entirely. Unfortunately for her, the same smoke that hid her attack keeps her from being able to see his retaliation all that well either and when he leaps back at the girl, Ayame is caught off guard.
Knocked back to the ground, she's not quick enough to kick herself free of his hold on her legs before he takes them both airborn into a mind-dazing spinning trip right back into the pavement. The impact has her hitting face first against the ground with little in the way of strength as she rolls off to the side to get away from any further follow up.
Getting back into a crouch, she wipes her face, drawing away some of the blood trickling from her nose as she glares back at the luchador. "We'll see about that," she growls, pushing herself up into a charge immediately back for him. The staff collapses back down to a tube in her hand, slipped into the pouch at the same time she draws her butterfly knife from before with her right hand.
Her left shoulder leads the way as she tries to tackle Vyle back, then swing forward with her knife for a stabbing blow, only to step forward into the final hit by driving one of her legs behind his and shoving him backward over it, trying to drop the slippery wrestler to the ground!
COMBATSYS: Vyle fails to counter Random Combo from Ayame with Antidote.
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COMBATSYS: Vyle has reached second wind!
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Vyle 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Ayame
While Vyle was glad to get that massive impact attack in...he's still not exactly ginger on his feet. Rolling away after the reverberating landing, he falls back and somersaults over into a crouch, catching his breath as he watches Ayame get up and wipe the blood off her face. "Nnn...." Finally, he seems speechless. It's good to see that staff collapsed again.
Too bad the much mocked knife ends up shutting him up further, the shoulder charge coming in before he can do anything, and the following stab and trip drpopping him downonto his back, bleeding and crushed on the ground. He'll not be getting up this time.
So why is he still laughing? "Hahahaha....hahahaha*ghuughhh* hahahaha..." he cackles lowly, bloody sounding guffaws as he writhes on the ground. "What.....I've been attacked by dogs more vicious than you. Prettier too." he taunts, his laughs growing in volume as he rolls over onto his stomach and starts to push back up.
Ayame slides to a stop after her combination is dished out, releasing a soft sigh at the effort this guy is requiring from her. She hadn't anticipated him to be so difficult early on but failure to evaluate accurately does happen from time to time. Idly, she brushes her knife off on her skirt before flicking it closed and sliding it back into its sheath, keeping her eyes on Vyle all the while.
"So what you're saying is that you get your ass kicked by dogs a lot too, huh?" she replies, dusting herself off as she continues to hold her ground. "Well, wou've been funny. I like your style. I bet people hate your guts." She grins faintly, "You don't bother me though. The words and antics and carrying on and such. It's something I can relate to, I guess." she continues calmly, catching her breath as the seconds pass by. "Sorry about the suit though," she continues, giving Vyle a snappy salute and taking one step back. Then another, hands clasped behind her back now.
"I suppose I'll see you around again sometime. Unless those sackbeating dogs you say you've seen get to you first. But the less said about that the better, hm?"
COMBATSYS: Ayame gains composure.
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The luchadore simply continues to cackle, pushing himself to his feet as he glares at Ayame, laughing quite nastily. "I get paid to be hated, chica....but it depends how they hate me that makes me enjoy my work sooooo much."
As Ayame holds back, and seems ready to walk away, the luchadore just grins wider. "Who said it was the dogs that came out on top?!" he shouts, charging in wildly and trying to snatch at Ayame's hair with one hand, full intentions to pull her down into the street again with a nasty facecrusher drop.
COMBATSYS: Ayame fails to counter Improvised Throw from Vyle with The Sunrise Of Broken Dreams.
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That he's coming after her is apparent to the girl as evidenced by the way she steps forward again and spins back around to face him. By the time she has, the fan she had produced earlier in the fight is already back in her hands as the girl intends to re-introduce him to it a bit more physically this time.
But his trajectory is a bit off from what she had anticipated; going less for a direct attack and reaching for her hair instead. Long as it is, it trails behind her spin by a fraction of a second, leaving it easily grabbed and rather than administering a painful counter slash the girl is instead pulled right back down to the ground, the back of her head impacting the concrete hard enough to daze her slightly, a small cry of pain at the disorienting impact.
Landing hard, Ayame starts to sit up immediately, shaking her head as she does so, trying to clear her vision before Vyle might be able to come back around for another attack. Head hurting, she's at a loss of anything much to say about the state she suddenly finds herself in, and for once gives Vyle nothing but silence as she tries to get her bearings again.
Hrm...not what he expected, but he was aiming for the hair on top of her head, not trailing behind it. THe result is good enough anyways.
The fact that the fan was out and ready to cut into him seems to escape the luchadore, a shake of his head as he rises from his sitting position on the ground. "Hope you don't think that's all I'm leaving you with."
With her set in such a sitting position, it doesn't take much for him to try and fly at her again from behind. This time simply aiming to land himself straight onto her shoulders and the back of her neck. Not to LAND on her shoulders, really...but drop and push her forward into a rather unnatural bend forward. Like an assisted crunch, but more....painful. 190 pounds of man on the back of your neck jarring you forward tends to be uncomfortable after all.
COMBATSYS: Ayame fails to counter Medium Throw from Vyle with Midsummer Fantasy.
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COMBATSYS: Ayame can no longer fight.
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The sound of his voice fixes his position for the girl. The sound of his motion follows, allowing her to roughly pinpoint his intent to retaliate. She knows she doesn't have time to turn around and look. She doesn't have the strength to push herself into a more defensible posture. There's only one shot to stop him short. Sucking in her breath, she digs deeply, snapping her left hand up a closed fist.
Earlier she had created a barrier to defend herself against his mist, but this time it's a shell meant to stop him cold in his attempt to get in closer. Doing it blindly leaves her having to guess his angle again, however. Mid or high level - she guesses mid. A shimmering shell of rose colored energy explodes behind her, but Vyle makes it just over the defensive shield and ultimatley is able to bend the girl completely forward.
"Hrck," she grunts, the fan dropping from her grip, her hands planted against the conrete, her legs split to try and accommodate the unnaturally far bend forward. Flexible as she may be, that doesn't keep it from hurting like hell all the same. And this time he's got her in a position she can't easily shake out of. She tries, bending one leg up at the knee a little, to push herself free, but gives up after a second as such motion only aggrivates the lock he's got on her now.
Stuck with her forehead planted against the ground, the skirt clad bandit tries pushing herself up with her hands, but in her condition she can't counter Vyle's force of weight either. Breaths are forced in such a position, and the struggling, quickly realized to be futile, is stopped after a while, the girl simply stuck in a vexing position from which she can't unravel herself for once.
Vyle smirks. Victorious once again...even if he looks like hell. But...well, 'hell' is fitting for someone like him. Keeping Ayame pinned down like this, he looks back to his case. The alarm's been going off for a long time....but...well...who cares. It's not like was trying to STEAL anything. Just a little...destabilization of the system. "...sorry, toots...but I guess...you just don't quite have the ambition to beat someone like me. Go find a nice hole to crawl into and die, mmm? Or...well, I can help you actually."
With that, he tries to simply clock her in the back of the head and knock her out completely. Give him some room to...well, finish off his plans.
COMBATSYS: Vyle takes no action.
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"Ambition, eh," she grunts, fingers clawing against the pavement as she struggles for a better position. "What do you know about ambition...!" The blow to the back of the pinned girl's head does the trick however, provoking a sharp cry of pain and causing the girl's body to go limp, no longer struggling against her position.
Should just stick to observation. Not enough reward for sticking her neck out, she chides herself as she blacks out.
Vyle chuckles, waiting until he's assured that Ayame is out cold before rising off of her back. "Tch. Poor sap," he says, wincing as the weight of his injuries finally hits him. "Nghhh....." Hobbling, he makes his way toward that discarded suitcase, looking at the remaining grenades. He was hoping for a time bomb...but....well, those things take time, and it makes it harder to plan for such...contingencies.
Smirking, he pulls out what few he has left, pulling each pin, and lobbing them one by one into the lobby. If he hasn't attracted the attention of authorities yet, this will. Even as the explosions start to rock the bank office lobby, rumbling in the night, he isn't quite so finished. Pulling out a can of green spraypaint from the case, he kicks it aside, rattling it up and starting to spraypaint right on the street even as glass shards start to fly from the blasted open doors and windows. He pauses....before grinning and pulling the prone Ayame toward where he was spraying, laying her out as straight as he possibly can,a lmost like an 'I'...before he continues on. Satisifed he nods and starts on his merry way, pulling off the torn, false scalp only once he's sure he's out of security camera's view. And his message?
MONEY IS THE ROOT OF ALL
SYN(DICATE)
And if it's not really a syndicate bank...well...who cares? Just a little more chaos into the mix, and that just made things easier for Vyle to be Vyle.
Log created on 21:19:48 05/02/2009 by Ayame, and last modified on 09:11:02 05/04/2009.