Description: Ichiro's return to Gedo finds a waiting Vyle on scouting duties. The temptation for Revenge is too strong...but will it come to pass? And are there other eyes watching over?
Adelheid drops Sky Noah.
Evening is just beginning to set upon the slowly rebuilding city of Southtown. The good and honest citizens of the battered city set out for home as darkness falls, because even as most of the inhabitants of the war-torn city band together to try and rebuild their home, there are still those who would use the cover of darkness to pray upon their neighbors during these harsh times.
A thick layer of clouds cover the Southtown skyline, wrapping the city below in constantly shifting shadows as the full moon peeks out from its hazy veil briefly only to be swallowed up again moments later. Slowly, a quiet, scarcely noticeable thrumming sensation of power and energy descends on the area around Gedo High, the same sort of unconscious influx of potential energy and impending disaster that seems to alert animals to natural disasters and can send the hairs on the back of your neck standing at attention when someone quietly enters the room behind you. Other than this curious phenomenon the Southtown skyline appears quiet and unchanged. Unchanged, that is, until a long thin black rope suddenly drops through the cloud cover about the school, its weighted trailing end sending the cord plummeting toward the street below like a sinking fishing lure cast from the heavens.
'I had to come back here sooner or later,' Ichiro Oe thinks as he descends from the airship hovering high above the school at an altitude that renders the huge vessel undetectable from the streets below. Leaving a rippling spiral trail of vapor behind him as he breaks through clouds with only a fast rope repelling rig keeping him from splattering on the pavement below, the young warrior shifts the large metal round shield hanging on his back as his squinting eyes search his intended landing zone beneath him. He probably hid on the impressive Sky Noah for too long, embracing the peacefulness of the sky to avoid having to deal with the tumultuous world below.
Ichiro's breakneck rate of descent suddenly slows, the repelling rig's auto-break system slowing his pace from the aptly named terminal velocity to a more manageable landing speed as he nears the ground. Unclipping the high tech fast rope rig from his torso, the young fighter presses a button on the harness that tells the Sky Noah to reel the device back in with one of its powerful deck wenches, sending the unneeded equipment rocketing back into the sky.
"Now... where did I leave my bike?" Oe asks himself aloud as he straightens the black and silver uniform jacket that Adelheid had provided him with. "I think it was over here in these bushes..."
".....well, crap."
That's the small whisper that comes up from a certain figure up in the trees surrounding the street, only the shine of binoculars giving away any sort of clue of presence there. Vyle had even gone out of his way to wear something mroe suitable for scouting, a green and brown jumpsuit to help him blend in with the trees he's hiding in as he kept watch on the school.
After all, there were still bits and pieces of the equipment used to make the 'Invaders HQ' during that whole siege. and while many in the loop already knew about Shadaloo's presence during the whole crisis, it wouldn't do to leave too much evidence of it lying around. NESTS and R...well, they weren't Vyle's problem, they could bite themselves in the ass and dance an irish jig for all he cared.
Unfortunately, whatever plans that involved seem to find a hitch when SOMETHING drops from the sky rather suddenly, hitting the street in a way that forces his binoculared gaze to jerk aside. And when someone drops in from the line cast, that makes it even all that more conspicuous. "....the...oh, dammit," he mutters to himself, refocusing as he gets a bead on the bogey and recogizing it. Sure, a few changes here and there, but he could pick out Ichiro's face, remembering him from the fight in the churchyard.
So what the hell's he doing here, now?
Glancing around the dim street wearily, the young ex-lacrosse player scratches the back of his shortly shaved head in thought as he tries to recall the fight that took place here at the school weeks ago. The fight that ended in him giving up his eye. "Ah, there it is..." The spear fighter tells himself as he spots a cluster of bushes next to a nearby tree. The rubber soles of Oe's black combat boots thud against the pavement quietly as he strides over toward the shrubs that hopefully hide one of his favorite possessions.
Suddenly, a reflected flash of light and a slight rustling of leaves on the branches of the very tree he is walking towards draws the young man's attention. "What? Who's there?" Ichiro calls out with a commanding tone of voice that is full of confidence as he most likely speaks to what is probably a raccoon or cat. "Come down from there," he continues, slipping his left arm behind his back to grab the inner handle of his shield and unhook it from his silver-lined jacket. The defensive weapon slides onto his forearm as Ichiro's right hand grasps the handle of the compacted spear securely hidden in the depths of the large round shield inner curvature. Walking up to the truck of the tree, Oe attempts to peer into its branches, hoping to dispel his paranoid suspicions.
Well, crap, redux.
Vyle frowns, realizing his position has been made...but not that there's someone actually up there. His idle hope is that his presence is mistaken for something else that's usually up in trees. Narrowing his eyes, he tries to stand still as possible, hearing Ichiro underneath him, hoping to do nthing to give away that there's a guy up there in the trees.
Still, however, he finds himself worried about those distinctly metalilc sounds. Definitely different outfit then he had when Vyle beat him up and dragged him off. That's...a bit disconcerting, making him wonder how different he'd have to approach if it came down to a fight...
Peering up into the tree above, there isn't even a flicker of recognition in the young warrior's single remaining eye, his left eye socket covered by a spartan black patch, as his sight passes over the camouflaged Shadaloo scout. "Hmm... must have been a bird or something..." the intense young man mumbles to himself as he steps away from the recon agent's hiding place. Turning to continue his search for his motorcycle, the young man strides a few more yards from Vyle's hiding spot before stopping suddenly and whipping the compacted spear out from beneath his shield. Spinning sharply on his heels with a savage look of hatred on his lightly scarred face, Oe extends his expertly crafted spear with a flick of his wrist, lengthening the weapon's shaft from about 1.5 feet to around 3.5 feet long.
A hard, murderous look glints in the young man's right eye as he quickly gathers and harnesses his intense burning spirit and focuses the golden energy into his arm, down the weapon's high-tech staff and through its ancient looking rune-inscribed spear head. The violent golden chi explodes out from the weapon's tip in three elongated bursts, launching straight toward the tree's branches that they will most likely decimate unless something deflects them from their course.
"YOU THOUGHT I WOULDN'T SEE YOU?!" Ichiro yells to Vyle as the chi torpedoes streak toward the other fighter. "I'd recognize you anywhere you bastard! You're going to PAY for what you did to me!"
COMBATSYS: Ichiro has started a fight here.
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Ichiro 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Vyle has joined the fight here.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ichiro
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Ichiro's Auric Buster.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ichiro
How the hell was he recognized? He's not even gaudily green now! And...that's like his trademark!! Geez, really, stealth is overrated....
When the golden chi shoots out like a trident out toward the treetops he rests in, Vyle's eyes go wide...and he leaps out of the tree toward a neighboring one, cursing quite audibly. Sure, he saved his own ass, but there goes his hidey bag of equipment.
"Oh, it's you!" he shouts out, trying to put up a smarmy front right now. "Gee, one fight, and all of a sudden you become a Sagat fanboy. What's next, you gonna start wearing pajamas and dye your hair blond?" he snarks, glowering before he leaps out from the branch he was on, attempting to strike an aerial spear on the eyepatched one, in a slight bit of irony.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro blocks Vyle's Strong Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ichiro
Ichiro's sneer grows ever darker as Vyle manages to leap to a nearby tree and avoid his punishing chi barrage; sadly the same cannot be said for the poor tree... it's seen better days. "I'm not here to trade insults with you, you son of a bitch!" Ichiro growls as Vyle leaps from the tree to try and spear the young warrior. Raising the large circular shield in front of his body, Oe manages to take on the brunt of the diving attack with his protective device, though the impact still sends the young man crashing to the ground.
"I'm here to trade blood..." he finishes as he picks himself off of the ground, gritting his teeth in dogged determination. Raising the shield into a defensive position, the Einherjar Initiate readies the spear so its tip is situated slightly in front of the defensive armament. "You're the one who did this to me," Oe snarls as the same rage that pumped through his veins when he was under the control of BLECE seems to fill him once again. "And you're going to pay," he reiterates as he watches the tricky Vyle, trying to gauge his next move.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro focuses on his next action.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Ichiro
That's a new one on Vyle. Sure, he manages to not hurt himself in his dive, but that shield dulls his spear tackle enough that Vyle's forced to roll away in a rather irritated crouch a good few yards away. "Oh, what's your hangup. You used to fight with LACROSSE. Anything would be an improvement after that, even freakin' cricket!....ok, maybe not, but the point stands!!"
Frowning and glowering as the spear is held up, and the shield brought up to gear. "...me? No, no, no, no, /I/ didn't do it to you. I just brought you there. Whatever you got done to you....well, that's your problem, kid." A sneer comes up over Vyle's face, a grin as he tries to charge in and get a jump on Ichiro by aiming low enough under his shield with a drop kick to the knees, and hopefully moving fast enough to keep him from bringing either shield or spear down to meet him.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro fails to interrupt Light Kick from Vyle with Auric Barrier.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Ichiro
Ichiro's mind reels as Vyle speaks, he tries to remember exactly what happened in the SIN laboratory, but the mental images slip through the fingers of his mind like water. The last real memory the young man can access before being set loose by SIN was fighting Vyle. Anything else is irrelevant. Blinking and shaking his head as he attempts to banish the conflicting thoughts and memories from his psyche, Ichiro's half-hearted attempt to build up a blast of chi in his shield to deal with Vyle's charging assault fails miserably, and the vile luchador's feet slide in and strike against the young warrior's legs painfully, sending him to the ground once more.
"Its you and your other evil friends that are responsible for what happened here!" So many lives ruined. "My friends and I won't rest until all of you are stopped!" Picking himself off the ground yet again, the young fighter raises his weaponry back into a guard position to try and protect himself should his opponent choose to press the attack.
The luchadore hits home with the drop kick, smirking as he eyes Ichiro. Kipping up to his feet, he tries to get in close, close enough to grab the spearman up by his spiked hair. "News flash, kid. The pillar of this whole idyllic city? Yeah, he wasn't so innocent himself. So might wanna look and snoop around elsewhere, see if you can dig up old man Howard before you go stomping around after someone ike me, hrmmm?"
Of course, without being beaten up more, it's obvious that Ichiro would recover quickly...no matter. He was prepared, the venemous fighter quickly letting loose a gout of familiar, ugly green mist toward that scarred face. Even through scabbed over wounds, that poison's going to sting like hell unless it's kept out of the scorned schoolkid's face altogether.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro blocks Vyle's Venom Breath.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Ichiro
Gyah, not this time!" Ichiro growls as the vile green mist is spewed toward his face. This stuff burned like crazy the last time that Ichiro crossed paths with Vyle, and the pain lingered. A small spatter of the viscous mist manages to spray against the side of his face before the young spear fighter manages to raise his shield and block the brunt of the attack, stinging his one good eye and causing him to squint painfully, but its not enough to distract him too much. The disgusting liquid that covers the front of the Einherjar warrior's shield bubbles and fizzes as it trickles down the shield face as Oe raises it into a position for a counter strike.
"It is just like you scum to try and deflect the blame. 'I was just doing a job, blame someone else!' Well I've heard enough. It's garbage like you that make tragedies like this possible, and I'm ready to take out the trash!" Pushing himself forward with a quick burst of speed generated by his powerful legs, Ichiro quickly swings his scum-covered shield right toward Vyle's face, hoping to slam the heavy metal armament right into his silly head; if he manages to smear the green liquid into the luchadore's face, giving him a taste of his own medicine, then all the better.
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Medium Strike from Ichiro with Antidote.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Ichiro
Unfortunately for Ichiro, Vyle is attentive enough that when the lunging shield strike comes in, the luchador is able to turn aside and avoid the smash coming for his rather ugly mug. But...as is usual with Vyle, he's able to turn a clear miss from an opponent into a clear hit for himself. Ducking his head under, he grabs underneath the extending arm holding Ichiro's shield, wrapping about his body and lifting up.
With so much in the way, he can't go for his usual tandem drop...so he just picks up, and slams the eyepatched one straight on his back. "Hey, not my fault you hit rock bottom, kid, next time, tell it to someone who cares!!" One last verbal jab, it seems...
Groaning softly as he is slammed down onto the ground, his shield clanging against the pavement with a clatter, Oe's eye drifts up to the clouds as he is forced to wonder whether or not he's capable of taking Vyle by himself. He's trained so much since being recovered by Adelheid, spent every free moment trying to hone his fighting skills in preparation for vengence. And now that he has his chance to make one of his enemies pay it just doesn't seem like he's good enough. The rest of his friends are still up there, above the clouds, and he could call them down with a press of a button...
Spitting a wad of blood on the pavement as he kip-ups himself to his feet, Ichiro's only initial reply to Vyle's ribbing is a hateful glare. No. Ichiro could call down the other members of the Initiative, but it is personal with Vyle. He needs to bring him in on his own, if he can. Taking a few confident steps toward the Shadaloo operative, Ichiro sets the butt of his spear into the pavement at his feet as he watches Vyle with a careful gaze. "You'll never escape us. We can find you and your kind anywhere," Ichiro informs the luchador, apparently referring to some unknown group of people that he has neglected to mention. "So give yourself up now, it will go better for you that way."
COMBATSYS: Ichiro focuses on his next action.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Ichiro
Tch....what an annoyance. The guy's still up. Well, at least in this case, Vyle doesn't have to worry about some other giant glowing chi-case suddenly blowing him up when he's on the offensive.
Looking back as Ichiro glares murderously at him, the rudo sneers. "Oooh, you got friends now? Oh, he's got friends Charlie, what ever shall we do?! See, kid...you KNOW I have friends....and my friends...I'm pretty sure they're bigger than yours. So...don't mind if I don't go quaking and pissing myself." Charging in without a second thought, Vyle aims a sweeping arm straight for Ichiro's ankle....or so it seems, the swing going wide as he instead tries to charge past...then twist to lock a foot at the front of the spearman's ankle and the back of his knee. Good ol' drop toe hold, you know.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro interrupts Quick Throw from Vyle with Auric Lancer EX.
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Vyle 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Ichiro
A slow vicious smile grows across Ichiro's face as the cocky Vyle bull rushes him. Raising his spear in an under-hand grip above his shoulder, Oe quickly gathers a large amount of his potent golden energy and lets it flow into the spear in his hand, charging the weapon crafted from both hi-tech and ancient materials with the physical manifestation of his own burning spirit.
"GYAAAH!" Ichiro bellows as he throws the chi-charged weapon javalin-style right toward Vyle's gut. As the spear flies toward its target a small super strong alloy cable, whose end is tethered to Ichiro's right arm, unreels from the weapon's hi-tech staff. Grinning with vengeful satisfaction as the blazing spearhead bites into the vile luchador's stomach, Ichiro pulls the weapon back out again with a sharp tug that frees it from Vyle and sends it reeling back toward Oe via the cable connected to his wrist. The Einherjar Initiate isn't given much time to celebrate this triumph though, as the still sprinting Shadaloo operative's momentum sends him crashing into the spear fighter bodily and causing him to stagger a few steps backwards. "Don't worry about your friends. We'll deal with them too."
Now...that was not what he was expecting. Not at all, nope, no way. Vyle was sure he could deke Ichiro out...he wasn't expecting to get clipped something nasty by a flying spear. Sure, he managed to avoid getting impaled, but the fact that he suddenly found a chunk taken out of his side didn't exactly sit well.
"Guuhnnn...hhnnnn...." Gritting his teeth as he fell into Ichiro, and fell aside after the rather...messy encounter, Vyle glowered back up, trying to shuffle aside for some space. "Right....and I guess you're going to cure world hunger next? Or maybe perfect cold fusion, huh? A bit more than delusional, kid..." he snorts. Of course, he uses it to buy some time. Get some air back in his lungs. Shake off the shock of being chunked by Ichiro's lance.
COMBATSYS: Vyle gains composure.
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Ichiro
Ichiro isn't about to give his target much time to sit around catching his breath. "After we get rid of all of your filth, hey who knows what will be possible," Ichiro replies, only half joking as he sprints toward Vyle, his feet churning powerfully as he raises his shield and charges forward, attempting to simply bowl the American over with a powerful shield charge before he has a chance to fully recover from that last blow. If he's able to knock the slippery luchador down Oe will continue driving forward, taking care to stomp on the nasty fighter a few times as he passes by.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro successfully hits Vyle with Power Strike.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Ichiro
This time, speed isn't enough to get out of the way of the rampaging kid's charge. The shield slams into him, bowling Vyle over and leveling him to the road. And as if to punctuate it, he's bowled even further over, stampeded upon as Ichiro keeps going. "Guughnnngn...." A shudder through his body as the rudo tries to pull himself up. That was...not fun at all.
Pulling himself up, Vyle glowers...and tries to shoot forward again, trying to grab at one of the eyepatched kid's arms, and twist. He's not an jiujitsu guy...but even he knows how to put on a keylock under duress. And those kinds of moves leave a lasting impression when truly wrenched on.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro blocks Vyle's Improvised Throw.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Ichiro
Ichiro's bloodthirsty grin grows ever bigger as he watches Vyle pull himself up to his feet. The young warrior is far too distracted to notice it at the moment, but it seems as if the BLECE treatment has left a permanent mark on the once good-natured and friendly fighter, making him much more aggressive and violent than he used to be. "The fun is just beginning," Oe replies darkly as Vyle shoots toward him and grabs at his arm. The lucha libre fighter manages to wrench on the keylock as he slaps on the hold, causing Ichiro to let loose a short gasp of pain, but the momentary ache only seems to fuel the young warrior's anger.
"Gyyyyaaa!" Oe growls as he flexes his well-defined biceps, managing to ignore the pain enough to rip his way out of the armbar and shove some separation between the two fighters. "You can still surrender," Ichiro informs the American, pointing at him with the tip of his spear. "It'll only hurt more in the end if you keep on fighting." Without warning, three more quick blasts of chi fire from the tip of the Einherjar Initiate's spear, sending the football-shaped bullets of fiery golden chi streaking yet again toward the vile luchador's upper body.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Ichiro's Auric Buster.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Ichiro
That wasn't expected, someone to just MUSCLE their way out of a keylock like that. After all, one of the things known about keylocks is...well, how solidly they lock, you know. Hence the name. But then again, fights like these always defy conventional wisdom like that.
In any case, Vyle finds himself frustrated when he's thrown aside from the armbar, and finding that spear pointed straight at him again. "Oh, kiss my a-" he starts...before the shots come out again, forcing Vyle to go into a set of acrobatics. Leaping above one shot, and then bounding off a tree away from the others, the luchador lands with a long exhale as the blasts explode behind him. "...you...really don't think it's that easy, do you? Did all that conditioning make you dumb or something kid? Nice to have a fancy lance and crap, but you just have the wrong mindset, don't you?"
Again...when all else fails....use the mouth. This time, rather than just buying time, Vyle goes proddingly...trying to find something to get Ichiro to truly react. Gauge his response...and perhaps find a hole in that well armored stance.
COMBATSYS: Vyle focuses on his next action.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Ichiro
The wrong mindset? Maybe so, maybe so. Frowning slightly as Vyle manages to evade his barrage with another impressive display of acrobatics, Ichiro lowers his weapons and attempts to focus his mind. On the lacrosse field he'd always found that he played much better when his mind wasn't clouded by emotion, and his psyche has been roiling with rage ever since having laid eyes on the tree-sitting luchador. Taking in deep breaths as Vyle runs his mouth, Ichiro lets them out slowly, trying to let his anger escape with each exhalation. A warm smile grows on the young man's face as he finds and embraces his inner focus, clearing his mind and invigorating his body. Letting his finely honed training and reflexes take control of his body rather than emotion.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro enters a trance-like state.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Ichiro
Well, damn, Vyle just did the exact opposite of what he meant to do. That serene smile, that calm state....that is NOT what he wanted to see. After all, a calm foe is a dangerous one. Better to get them angry and pissed off to make mistakes.
"Dammit," He hisses under his breath, growling a little and getting frustrated enough to tear open his scouting suit to reveal a more familiar bright green shirt underneath. No words. Best way to disrupt that little meditation is through force. And force is exactly what Vyle tries to use, shooting forward and leaping for Ichiro's head. If he can manage it, all it'd take is a twist and a fall back to drive Ichiro's head into the ground in his version of the Tornado DDT. If not...well....
COMBATSYS: Ichiro blocks Vyle's Dead Spiral.
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|=======\==-----\1 Ichiro
Chuckling softly at Vyle's frustration, Ichiro makes a 'come and get it' motion with his spear as the luchador rushes him. Ichiro's head is grasped just fine and he is twisted around, but the young fighter manages to get his pesky shield raised above his noggin as he falls and the round shield takes the brunt of the crashing force, though it still manages to ring Ichiro's bell a little. Untangling himself from the acerbic luchador, Oe raises his shield in front of his body, placing it squarely in between Vyle and himself. Ichiro shoots the Shadaloo operative another wolfish grin before drawing once more upon the well of golden chi that the BLECE project inadvertently gave him greater control over; if Ichiro has one thing to thank Vyle for its that. Pumping a large amount of fiery energy directly into his metal shield, Ichiro dashes a few steps toward Vyle, his shield shining brightly. "AURIC BARRIER!" Ichiro intones reflexively as he unleashes the energy stored in the shield, letting the force flare out and burse out towards Vyle and threaten to wash over him painfully as the young warrior closes in.
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Ichiro's Auric Barrier.
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1 Ichiro
Growling at that shield blunting the throw, Vyle hobbles back, clutching his side as he tries to back up before a spear can end up shanked in his stomach again. That shield still seems to be the problem here....especially with it set menacingly between him and the lancer.
It's good that Vyle was paranoid about that thing too, because when the energy charges and blasts out of the shield, Vyle's already up and over, half expecting a shield charge. But...it does change his trajectory a bit, having expected to leap over Ichiro....and now instead falling TOWARD him. No matter, he can adapt. All it takes is a turn of his legs, and a twist of his body, and all of a sudden, he's trying to headscissor his adversary back onto the street! Can it be so simple?
COMBATSYS: Ichiro fails to interrupt Medium Throw from Vyle with Gates of Fire.
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|===----\-------\0 Ichiro
Sure it can.
Gritting his teeth in frustration as Vyle manages to leap over his chi burst, Ichiro simply redoubles his efforts and pumps even MORE chi into the protective device. In fact, he is so intent on gathering energy to blast Vyle out of the sky that he turns out to be rather helpless against the headscissors takedown and all of that precious chi simply dissipates into the air as he is gripped by the neck and slammed down onto the street. "Gnnnh..." Oe groans in pain as he slowly pulls himself into a close approximation of a standing position. He doesn't look like he'll be able to stand on his own two feet for much longer.
A chuckle comes as Vyle successfully headscissors Ichiro away, a grit of his teeth as he starts to stalk the suddenly downed lancer, and his struggle to stand. More of a snake than ever it seems. "Not so calm now. No serenity now, no nothing, huh? Looks like all your fancy tricks just don't cut it. Maybe you were better off with your little butterfly net, punky."
He feels the momentum now, a laugh as he starts to slither after Ichiro closer....and then strikes. Arms snap out as he charges, trying to loop around Ichiro's head and cinch in something that's become a bit of a lost art amongst the pro set: the sleeper. Once a hold of deadly reknown, it became a mere rest hold....but outside of the ring, it still has some chilling effect...will it here?
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Ichiro with Choke Hold.
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Vyle 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Ichiro
Ichiro looks on the verge of passing out even before Vyle snakes his way in and puts a tenacious sleeper hold on the young warrior, but now one can almost see the consciousness flowing out of him. Ichiro struggles at first, but soon the lack of blood flow to his brain causes him to grow too weak to struggle. "No... not again..." Oe croaks hoarsely as visions of the SIN laboratory flash through his mind. Were Adelheid's efforts to save him wasted? Has he fallen back into the clutches of Shadaloo so easily? The thought of once again turning into that violent monster almost sends Ichiro into a rageful panic. It is all he can do to clear his mind one final time before the blackness welcomes him; if he is doomed to become that beast once more then at least he can spend these final moments in peace.
COMBATSYS: Ichiro enters a trance-like state.
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COMBATSYS: Ichiro has become lost in a trance and will no longer fight.
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Adelheid appears from a vehicle.
That's right. Don't sleep on the sleeper, sports fans, it's still legit no matter what the CWA tells you!
And Vyle turns out to be living proof here, keeping that sleeper held on until Ichiro finally lets himself succumb to the long slumber that comes from being oxygen deprived like so. "Sweet dreems, failure..." he whispers, the luchador keeping it locked on until he's sure the spearman is finally out cold. Dropping him to the street, he stares down at Ichiro, sneering, and shaking his head.
"Looks like all those changes didn't do much, punky." Grinning, he looks around...he starts to drag Ichiro around, across the street. Despite his injuries, Vyle still has the power to heft him up and hang him off a branch or something....but not without a message. A message of blood.
Too bad the only real blood on hand has to be Vyle's own. "Should've brought a knife..." he mutters, scrawling across ichiro's chest in red...
"Should've run." Comes the voice of Ichiro's support. It's one of the nice things of operating in a team, off a mobile base. Backup is always a button press away, "Of course maybe if you do now, I'll pretend I never saw you, and refrain from explaining what a useless cowardly malcontent you are when the chips are down." It's a vocalization from the top of the nearest building, a black uniformed blonde crouched above Vyle, as he tries to do his 'art' on the barely-beaten, meditating Ichiro. .... who might awaken at any time to make him regret it, but Adel is glad enough to fill that role.
"Unless you want me to remind you what a true failure looks like - a scared little kidnapping mook, on the sacrificial pyre of fools."
Vyle pauses, just as he was about to scrawl something on Ichiro's chest. Hell, he was already finished with one word: 'Eye'. Looking around, he hears the echoing voice from the top of what is left of the messed up Gedo high. "Scared, huh?....who's the one who had to come in after the fact? What, going to pull something out of your ass and magick me away?" Vyle to the last, it seems.
He looks back down to Ichiro....before smirking back to the general direction he's sure the voice is coming from. "How about I take my chances?" And with that, he continues to scrawl. "Eye Spy Futilty? HOw does that sound?"
COMBATSYS: Adelheid has joined the fight here.
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"I thought he should be free to exact his revenge. Not that it's too late." The observation comes as Adelheid simply drops off the ledge, careening the several stories into a sudden, blurring whirling kick aligned with Vyle's head. It's forceful enough that, combined with a sudden surge of his inner, windy chi, it buffetts his descent, and even provides the opening to fulfill the real target: two more kicks in the flurry, carrying with them ragged, cleaving edges of scattering windshear.
"If I magic you away, it will be from this -world-. But I prefer to leave that choice to Oe! Time all those like you learned a lesson in -real- futility."
COMBATSYS: Vyle fails to counter Grosse Stob from Adelheid with Relapse.
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Adelheid 0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Vyle
A snort comes from the villanous lucahdor, waching the figure come down from the ledge and drop toward him. "Come on then..." he glowers, gritting his teeth, and crouching into a ready position.
Suddenly, his own kick snaps out to try and meet up with the one flying down at him, mind on trying to kick the interloper straight out of the air rather then get cut down himself.
Sadly, the power of that kick is too strong, Vyle's own back heel strike overwhelmed and the wrestler sent straight into a tree, hard enough to nearly splinter it. "GUhhhnaaaaaghhhh....."
Adelheid backflips away from the final, arcing kick, landing a short span from the point of initial contact, beside the incapacitated Ichiro... and decidedly facing the crashlanded Shadaloo agent, "You made a fatal miscalculation. The people you have served are being held to account. They are fine with you being on the front line, I am sure.... but you really should have learned to run by now." An explosion of energy rips the ground apart as Adelheid slams his boot forward, projecting a Vyle-high wave of ragged wind chi that flares with silvery intensity, its cruel edges lancing out in every direction as it seeks to simply overwhelm the injured luchadore.
"Because you've built up quite a debt with your meaningless crimes!"
COMBATSYS: Adelheid successfully hits Vyle with Reppukyaku.
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Adelheid 0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Vyle
"GUHHHGHhhhhhnn...." Vyle, having been plowed into a tree, really isn't in much of a state to do...well....do anything, really.
So when the Reppukyaku surges forward at him so deathly, the only thing he's able to do is fall straight into it, the surging wind plowing straight into him and sending him afar once more.
Beaten raggedly all over, Vyle finds himself sprawling...and crawling. "UGhhn....you want me to run?" he groans, sneering. It figures it's only at this time that he finds where his bag of tricks had been blown off to by Ichiro's Auric Buster. Digging into it, he hastily throws 3 orbs over his head, behind him toward Adel. Smoke bombs. To cover his escape...if he can get his legs to work?
COMBATSYS: Vyle has reached second wind!
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Adelheid 0/-------/---====|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Vyle
COMBATSYS: Adelheid interrupts Thrown Object from Vyle with Genocide Cutter.
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Vyle explodes some more. Adelheid smiles, the dark, predatory gleam touching his unusual, crimson eyes. Vyle scrambles. Adel charges. The smoke bombs hurtle close, he weaves by one, another explodes behind him, and one glances off his skull, painfully, before erupting its payload. The problem is, Adelheid already has a clear bead on where the lucha operative is. It only takes a half-second before the outer edges of the smoke explode outwards, as the Initiative leader launches himself out, and in at Vyle with alarming speed and force.
The Prince of War's leg reaves the air, his rising kick cleaving up Vyle's torso, heavy boot crashing into his face, but it's the flaring, wildly luminescent edge of red-tinged silver forming a halfmoon blade that threatens to rip the wrestler cleanly in two, "I said you /should/ have run!! You already had two chances!! Now you /PAY/ instead!"
Not...good.
And....well, Vyle finds himself cut up again. And this time, he ends up sliced upward, the crash of a boot slamming into his jaw in a distinctly cracking manner. Perhaps a dislocation of his jaw. And the chi just burns him up further, slicing him and tearing through clothes like tissue paper. Lauched up into the air, he's flung up into the treetops. Ragged, he finds himself draped on a branch, he does his best to scramble, despite his broken body. Time to make a judicious escape...if his body doesn't fail him and leave him scattered on the ground.
COMBATSYS: Vyle takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Vyle can no longer fight.
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Unfortunately, all that energy drops out of him...and finally, blacks out, dropping straight from the trees onto the ground, his escape sadly and fully thwarted.
Adelheid lands far more gracefully than Vyle. Descending from the infamous Bernstein family adaptation of a brutal technique, the Prince of War rights his stance, tightens his leather gloves, and draws a small, compact pistol-looking object from a holster at his belt. As Vyle falls from the trees, crashes to the ground, the deceptively youthful veteran simply walks to his side, stoops, and seeks to inject him at the base of his neck, right beside his spine.
At that point, the small needles in the device would hiss with the release of its payload, and the blonde leader of the Initiative simply turns away from the downed mercenary, leaving him to awake to his confusing and unknown fate, while Adelheid moves to extract Ichiro, a strange ladder descending as if from the clouds themselves as the thrumming approach of something far, far larger than either of them echoes diffused from its hiding place.
COMBATSYS: Adelheid has ended the fight here.
Log created on 21:51:18 06/26/2009 by Vyle, and last modified on 19:30:30 07/02/2009.