Description: The Nine Knights strike a bank on their neverending crime spree! Or, well, two of them. Two and a half? What does a teddy bear count as? And why on earth would you rob a bank if you don't want money? Some questions may never be known.
SOME SHORT TIME AGO
FIRST BANK OF SOUTHTOWN
A chubby yet regal looking Japanese fellow in an expensive three-piece suit, Herbert K. Makinawa, holds a pair of oversized novelty scissors next to a large red ribbon dangling across the entrance.
"This revolutionary new security system will create a new age of safety for us and all of our patrons!" His thick grey moustache positively bristles with pride as he prepares to make the cut.
"Not so fast~!" Herb stops in shock at the sudden interruption, at the hands of a small, waifish figure holding a large stuffed teddybear. All eyes turn to this new challenger, who immediately suffers from stagefright.
"Um...uh...Bearface says that, um, you can't have it anymore. So, please move, okay~?" The bank's CEO looks on in confusion, about to respond indignantly when he's interrupted by a laser sweeping across the doorway, blowing it wide open in a spray of debris and shredded ribbon. Alarms begin to ring /immediately/.
NOW
"Up you go, Bearface!" Trap swings the teddybear upward toward an alarm bell, which it latches onto and immediately begins to pry off of the very wall. "This sure is nice, huh Mr. Bang?"
When the name is spoken, the camera sweeps over to where a man in an uncomfortably revealing olive jumpsuit wearing a ridiculously long and tattered red scarf has just finished pinning the bank's security guards to the wall with a ridiculous number of what look like... throwing drills. The guards look more baffled than scared, but either way, they are thoroughly stuck.
"Indeed," Bang agrees, turning to face Trap. "This place... this will make an excellent setpiece battle." The man turns to survey the grand lobby of the bank; his left hand reaches up to scratch at his chin, and his right reaches behind his back to draw Kusanagi-no-Kiri. He gives the motorcycle-esque lever on the hilt a brief squeeze, and the drill whirrs loudly as it spins, if only for an instant.
"Yes," Bang confirms, with a nod. "This will be /excellent./ Trap!" Bang spins back to face the gaping hole that was once the bank's front door. "You must get the prize. I will stay here, and await my rival character."
Even as he says it, a bead of sweat rolls down the back of Bang's neck. He hopes the main villain doesn't show up again...
She's only a thief in the sense that she does steal things. But Viola Reinhardt rarely KEEPS them. Sure, she pulls a Mission Impossible, with ropes and high-tech gadgets and glass cutters and lots of skintight black clothing. Sure, she takes things that, you know, are worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Sure, she has a total disregard for other peoples' property rights. But really, for Viola it's all about the adrenaline high. But it's hard not to hear about the Nine Knights on the wind in the criminal underground and the black market. They're... effective, in their own way.
Their extremely weird, sort of... comedic own way.
Now that just can't stand, can it? Viola has to get out there and show them how it is done with style. With grace. You just can't let people go around ruining your profession, doing it like... like CARNIES. And so she put her plan into motion. Money was exchanged. Permits forged. At least one crane and derrick rental was involved.
That is why she is riding down the stairs from the bank's second floor on a bright red Suzuki crotch rocket, RIGHT AT BANG, which she dismounts from in midair, letting the potential impact with the now-driverless motorcycle speak the majority of the message. The rest, she delivers as the black-leather-head-to-toe, catsuit-wearing Swiss Miss hits the ground, one fuck-me boot at a time, and whips off her sunglasses, shaking out her hair. "You, with the... the thing," Viola says, in her purringly sexy British accent. "Stop that."
COMBATSYS: Viola has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Bang has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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There are some of those times when things just fall into line in a certain way. Often it can lead to something great and amazing. Othertimes it can be a major crash and burn of epic proportions. Which one of those this might be cannot really be discerned, but it might be best to put money on the latter. "It was a mess. They kicked me out before everyone had a sample!" pipes up a masked man walking down the street in casual clothes. Some might know him as the one and only El Fuerte! "People here have no respect for food. They were screaming they were going to have to decontaminate the people."
His conversation soon is derailed by the sound of something happening not too far from where he is. "I'll call you back, amigo." he quickly says and puts the phone away as he breaks into a quick run and his eyes go wide when he notices the bank opening gone wrong. He gives an extra burst of speed and he flips over some of the crowd gathered to land in front of them. "Have no fear, the H...." he sort of trails off when suddenly a motorcycle is being launched from out the bank and towards whoever the weird with the giant drill is. This causes El Fuerte to just pause where he is and look around. Did he accidentally ruin an action movie shoot?
"If you say so, Mr. Bang! Come on, Bearface, let's go~!" Trap smiles and turns, catching the teddy and nimbly skipping toward the stairs. The merry trip is cut short by one hell of an interruption, because suddenly there is a MOTORCYCLE ROARING DOWN THE STEPS HOLY CRAP
"Eeeeeeeeeeee!" The tender young knight squeals in terror, pulling a complete 180 to flee from the snarling hell rocket that is actually aimed at somebody else.
And it's that very person that Trap flees to, trying to safely get behind Bang, the greatest and most heroic of all ninja. Once safely out of the way, Trap stops and looks around in confusion.
"Uh, Mr. Bang?" The nunnish little blonde appears to be in anguish, asking the question even though Bang is CLEARLY distracted. "I just realized...how are we supposed to steal the whole thing if it's in the walls and stuff!?"
COMBATSYS: Bang catches Huge Thrown Object from Viola with Shadowstep Jutsu.
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Viola 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Bang
"Well, Trap," Bang begins; if he even notices the motorcycle hurtling towards his back, there's no indication of it. "That's a good question. The answer is--"
Suddenly, Bang lifts his hand and stabs Kusanagi-no-Kiri viciously into... thin air. It looks kind of ridiculous.
Especially because the drill sword sticks, and just... hovers there.
A heartbeat later, Bang lets out a shrill cry of, "ZWEE!" Simultaneously, his figure disappears, replaced briefly by an outline of him made up of speed lines. Another heartbeat, and the outline fades, and Bang himself appears... riding the motorcycle now rocketing towards Trap, on a seemingly inevitable collision course.
Except that Bang guns the engine, and when the motorcycle hits the floating Kusanagi-no-Kiri, it bounces off it like it were some sort of magical spring pad and soars neatly over Trap's head and out the front door of the bank.
It lands a few feet away from El Fuerte and skids to a halt; perfectly calmly, Bang extends the kickstand, rises to his feet, and turns to El Fuerte, who he has assumed is a valet because, well, let's be realistic here.
"Don't scratch it," he tells the wrestler, jerking his thumb at the motorcycle. According to the basic laws of nature, after all, it is his now; he's broken it, like a wild stallion, or possibly a wyld stallyn.
After a brief pause, Bang shoots a glance at the seat, reaches out to run a finger along it, and then lifts the finger to his nose and takes a hesitant sniff. His face scrunches up, and he adds to El Fuerte, "And have somebody clean the seat."
Grimacing, Bang wipes his finger off on his pants and turns to march back into the bank.
Well. It wasn't as if she expected a motorcycle to HIT him or anything, though it would have been a nice perk. But Viola isn't going to be kept down by something so silly as a ninja absconding with a motorcycle she purchased for the sole purpose of crushing him utterly with. The point is that she just rode down a building's stairwells on a motorcycle and then did a double backflip off it. You can't buy that sort of fun.
"Hmm," she murmurs, looking around the room. Yesssssss... shiny gleam floors. Plenty of cornices and all that other ridiculous bank decorativeness. Just what she needs. While Bang and Trap have some fun outside, she draws one of her distinctive silver handguns, slots in a clip of rubber bullets (don't want this to get messy), and then lines up a shot on some random, totally not the door location.
At the sound of approaching footsteps, she fires.
Those IN the bank might hear the resounding series of *pwang!* noises as the bullet rebounds, with absolutely stupid, action movie accuracy, off various pieces of the building. When anybody comes back in through that door, the bullet will in fact be looking to impact resoundingly on the forehead of any roughly average-height human being who happens to walk into its path.
El Fuerte is still left wondering what exactly is going on other than some show of impressive acrobatics from the odd man in the scarf and....is that a little girl with him? He is actually thrown off his game, but he is soon snapped back to reality and the masked man just stares when he is treated as if he is a valet of some sort. His brow actually twitches a bit when asked to CLEAN the bike as well. He is a chef, not a valet! "Oh of course....I'll get right on that." He manages to keep a straight face and he gets on the bike and starts to ride off.
That is until a few moments later the crowd screams and parts as El Fuerte comes riding in at high speed and with his shirt removed. "The Hurricane of the Gulf isn't a valet!" he declares as he curves about. "And you all look to be criminals that must go down! You better hope they have good food in prison." he declares and he leaps up while kicking the bike forward to send it sliding back into the bank on its side while he twists in the world and comes downward onto Bang. "Tosssstaaaaadaaaaaaaaaaaa PRESS!" he declares with the intent to crush the man into the ground.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has joined the fight here.
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"Oh." Trap watches Bang do his thing with the motorcycle in child-eyed wonder, frozen to the spot by the brilliant high-speed spectacle.
"That makes perfect sense!" Pumping a fist in enthusiasm and squeezing Bearface a little closer, Trap jogs back toward the bank proper, getting off the street and into the /TARGET ZONE/, but not fast enough to avoid seeing the super dynamic El Fuerte burst onto the scene also riding a motorcycle! That's so cool!
"Maybe that's what Mr. Bang was talking about..." Not that it's ever easy to tell, even for other Nine Knights, "He's so lucky to have such a cool friend!" Trap continues to talk to Bearface, letting him know about the situation. "I'd better just take care of the rest myself, so that they can have a good time together. OK, let's do it!"
"Wait, what is it, Bearface?" Trap stops dead, bending over close to listen to the stuffed animal. "That mean old motorcycle hag wants to get in our way and make Mr. Bang sad!?" Eyebrows slant in innocent determination, and the young thief turns to glare at Viola.
"I won't let you!" Digging into a pocket with one hand, Trap pulls out a yo-yo; a very large, very orange yo-yo, and swings it around in a wide, loose arc at Viola's head. "Take this!"
COMBATSYS: Trap has joined the fight here.
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Viola 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Bang
COMBATSYS: Bang dodges Viola's Bottle Rocket.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Trap
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Viola 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Bang
COMBATSYS: Bang endures ElFuerte's Tostada Press.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Trap
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Viola 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Bang
As Bang's foot crosses into the threshhold of the bank, his eyes suddenly widen, and he throws himself backwards, twisting his torso to the left and throwing his arms out to either side. There is a period of slow motion in which Bang dodges Viola's bullet, as it skims past his head, a ripping contrail of air following behind it.
The entire time, Bang is making soft 'woo-woo-woo-woo-woo' noises with his mouth.
It works surprisingly well... at least up until a Mexican man bellyflops onto him. The impact drives the breath out of Bang's lungs, and slams him straight onto his back, eliciting a pained cry of - roughly - "OOOUGH!"
But Bang Bhishigami is not one to shy away from an opportunity. And so, before El Fuerte can even recover from his delicious Press, Bang suddenly presents his palms and slams them straight upwards into the luchador's chest and abdomen, with another fierce wordless cry... even if it is kind of strangled thanks to Bang's current inability to breathe.
COMBATSYS: Trap successfully hits Viola with Snap Lash.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Trap
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Viola 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Bang
A *what*.
The yoyo impacts with Viola's head out of sheer, stupid surprise, which is to say, someone just swung a yoyo at her and her instinct to get out of the way doesn't kick in until far too late. Luckily, it sort of jars the phrase 'motorcycle hag' out of Viola's short term memory, or after all this is over Trap would be on the fast track indeed to deciding the question of gender once and for all. With a butcher's cleaver.
As it is, the cat burglar sort of... holds her cheek for a moment, looking more confused and dazed than injured, and then turns to look at Trap. And the bear. Then back at Trap. Bang and Fuerte are briefly forgotten, as Viola walks forward toward Trap, chuckling slightly and shaking her head. "Oh, my little bear cub," she say sweetly. "That's just adora--"
Kick to the face out of nowhere.
COMBATSYS: Bang successfully hits ElFuerte with Unstoppable Double Palm Thrust.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Trap
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Viola 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Bang
Revenge was finally served. He just didn't have a side of rice to go with it this time around. Now that he has subdued one criminal he can look into stopping these other two from creating such a ruckus. The main problem is when he is getting up he finds that Bang is more spry than the luchador fully expected. His arms move to come up and try to take the brunt of the blow, but he is hit hard enough that he goes tumbling backwards. Of course he regains control during the tumble and he pops to his feet out of the backwards role. "Ole!"
He points to the sky and rests his other hand on his hip when standing up strong. "Well I was going to go easy on you, but it seems things shall be different!" He then kicks back a leg and dashes forward quickly and into a forward roll. One he pops out of while flinging himself forward extending an arm outwards to clothesline Bang right in the neck as he soars by. "Dynamic Justice Time!"
COMBATSYS: Trap blocks Viola's Light Kick.
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Viola 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Bang
"Huh?" All of a sudden, cat suit seems really.../nice/. Could it be that the yo-yo is a /magic/ yo-yo that turns people good? Trap stares at it in wonder as it snaps back to hand, distracted from the reality that is Viola. Clearly, it's time for Bearface to save the day.
The stuffed animal's eyes seem to narrow as it watches Viola, and then it reaches up and tugs on Trap's sleeve. Trap leans in close, starts, and then brings Bearface to the fore to absorb the brunt of Viola's attack with his pillowy soft body.
"Hey! No fair being so sneaky!" Trap fumes, leaping back a step. It doesn't last very long, quickly replaced by what is best described as a catface. "But Trap and Bearface can be sneaky too, you know~"
And then, if Viola has been paying attention, she will notice what was left behind in the brief contact between herself and the teddy; a half dozen tiny teddies clinging to her boot, identical in all respects save size, and the tiny timers on their bellies. The displays tick down in perfect unison.
3
2
They don't even get to one before they explode.
COMBATSYS: Bang dodges ElFuerte's Strong Punch.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Trap
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Viola 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Bang
Bang clambers frantically to his feet as El Fuerte goes soaring away; he makes it up with plenty of time to spare, and immediately strikes as heroic a pose as possible, his fists planted on his hips, his chest puffed out. "A TRUE HERO DOES NOT NEED A HANDICAP!" he shouts defiantly at the luchador, at the comment about going easy on him.
And then El Fuerte is leaping towards him, and Bang springs forwards, disappearing briefly into a blur of color and motion as he slips underneath the clothesline... and keeps going. He keeps going, in fact, all the way to where Kusanagi-no-Kiri is floating in midair, and he reaches out to snatch it out of the air.
"You're right," he calls over his shoulder. "It /is/ Dynamic Justice Time! Because I..."
Bang whirls on El Fuerte and thrusts his drill sword out towards the luchador. "I am /BANG BHISHIGAMI/, the DRILL of JUSTICE! And /you/..." Bang lifts his left hand, and, suddenly, between each finger is another drill throwing knife; he flicks his wrist, and the drills all spin to life, filling the air with a cacophony of soft whirrs.
"... are /screwed!!/"
Bang's left arm snaps out towards El Fuerte, and the drills lance out towards the luchador, seeking his /tender man flesh./
COMBATSYS: Trap successfully hits Viola with Beariable Ursine.
-* WILD HIT! *-
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Viola 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Bang
"Hmm."
Boom.
It's actually hard to tell exactly what happens to Viola. If you've got good eyes, you might notice a dark-ish shape actually heading out the door. But there's smoke and fire and all that sort of rot. It's extremely hard to see exactly just what's going on, all things considered. Certainly, there's sounds outside that don't seem to match what's going on. Sure, there's a crashing sound, maybe the sound of breaking glass. There's also a cat yowl, a few appreciative whistles, and in one or two cases some comical 'boing!' noises like a spring going off.
Then there is the feeling, on Trap's shoulder, of someone tapping once or twice with a fingertip.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte parries Bang's Bang-Style Shuriken!
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Viola 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Bang
COMBATSYS: Trap endures Viola's Sugar and Spice.
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But it turns out it's not a fingertip. In fact, it's Viola's foot. Both her feet, actually, which snap around Trap's neck by both ankles and then flips him upside down, onto the ground, and Viola then proceeds to use the thief's body as a springboard, doing a nice flip across the room to land on the floor in a perfect 3-point, brushing a hand through her hair. "You can't REALLY be called 'Trap', can you, my little bear cub? That would be positively silly."
Foward the luchador flies and once again lands into a small roll before getting to his feet. "If you are a drill of justice then why do you rob banks and put little girls in danger?" he actually looks perplexed by his opponents declaration that he is the fighter who is fighting on the side of justice. Perhaps he knocked something loose when he landed on the poor fellow. Of course he isn't really in the position to ponder too much on what is going on in Bang's head. He reaches behind him as he steadies his stance and that is when things perhaps go more insane somehow.
*Ptang, Pwang, ZWANG!* One by one each of those tiny drills are knocked away by what El Fuerte produces. The fact he was somehow hiding a frying pan on his person makes most people's brain hurt quite a bit, but the way he is twirling it about to use it to deflect things is rather impressive. There is a laugh from the luchador as he hides the frying pan behind his back again. Seriously where the hell is he putting that thing.
"Good, but not good enough!" he zips forward again before Bang has too much time to make an attempt to move and his hands grasp forward to grab his opponent. "Huuuuuaaah!" If grasped me attempts to lift up Bang while jumping into the air to fall backwards as he plants Bang right on the top of his head.
Trap is victorious! None can stand against the greatest tag-team in history! Yet, the mission is not over! There is /thieving/ to be done, security itself to steal! Boldly striding forw--
Tap, tap. The corners of Trap's lips curve upward, the sort of smile spreading that is only born when somebody is in trouble and trying to pretend otherwise. Slowly, the head turns, face paralyzed into its grim expression with fear. THEN: a foot?
THEN: pain, as Trap is taken for a spin by Viola and her unusual acrobatics. Did...did she just pose? It's hard to tell because Trap was just slammed headfirst into the bank floor hard enough to crack the surface, and now Viola is all the way over there.
Not far enough to escape from Trap's indignant and possibly adorable rage, though. It's only a matter of moments before the little thief is back up and ready to fight!
"Don't make fun of me! Trap is a good name!" Trap gets a little pouty. "The other knights said so, and so did Bearface! He likes it! I'll prove it!" A finger is thrown forward violently, an indication that now it's time to /attack/.
"Bearface, charge!" The teddy in question drops from the ceiling like a horrible ninja spider, complete with ninja headband and a freaky multi-legged pack protruding from its backside like some kind of Dr. Octopus. The arms go to work, reaching out for purchase on Viola, tiny claws grasping and groping, before Bearface tries to simply huck her straight up into the air with the strength of /five/ bears.
COMBATSYS: Bang Toughs Out ElFuerte's Chili Mexicano EX!
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COMBATSYS: Viola blocks Trap's It's Always Bear Weather.
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Viola 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Bang
Bang's eyes widen in shock when El Fuerte deflects his drill kunai with, of all things, a frying pan... but he doesn't seem to think it terribly odd that he produced the pan from nowhere, and he certainly doesn't balk at continued combat.
In fact, he doesn't balk so hard, that when El Fuerte rushes him again, rather than attempt to get out of the way, he puffs his chest out again and roars, "A TRUE HERO CAN NEVER DIE!!"
Apparently, he's not much for arguing his point... and that trend continues even as El Fuerte grabs him and slams his head into the marble floors of the bank. In stark contrast to what seems like it should be the case, however, Bang does not start shrieking in agony, nor does his skull crack open or explode into a thousand pieces.
In fact, he barely even seems to notice as his head buries itself in the marble, and before El Fuerte can even release him, he lifts his palms and slams them down at the luchador's thighs.
It is impressive, both because he strikes so while his head is buried in marble, and because when his palms strike, whether they strike El Fuerte or the ground or wherever, there is a
HUGE EXPLOSION OF FIRE OH HOLY SHIT
Fool me once, shame on me? Or is it you? Whichever it is, Viola's not letting that bear out of her sight, or at least her peripheral vision. When it drops off the ceiling, she realizes she doesn't have time to move out of the way... but her gaze slips off to the bear's side for a moment, and a little glint appears in the corner, which you can tell because we're all anime style here. The bear gets his grip, perhaps even a little too easily? Viola doesn't weigh much, and the strength of five bears is absolutely not required. However, directly in her path is a large chandelier, and midway through her flight Viola flips over, feet upward, and snags the chandelier much as she snagged Trap's neck a little bit ago. The impact is still jarring, but the result is bruising, and also she doesn't drop the ground unceremoniously, which is plus.
She actually hangs there, upside down, quite sexily. Then she draws both of her shiny, silver guns, and says to El Fuerte in a singsong tone, which fits her British-accented alto quite nicely, "Ah ah... I really must dash. Also, my little spicy habanero... duck, darling."
Then she spreads her arms in crossing directions and fires. A lot. A LOT. An amount of times that makes a John Woo movie look like someone firing a slingshot in slow motion. The sound of the bullets ricocheting time and again around the room is maddening, but the worst part is that you also can't tell where they're COMING from until it's almost too late.
Shots fired, she then snaps her fingers. On cue, her motorcycle from before rides into the room ON ITS OWN with a surprised-looking beat cop hanging on to it for dear life. Viola then drops off the ceiling to land perfectly square on the bike seat, kicking the cop off the side. "Ta, little ones. We'll take this up some other day."
She blows a kiss, then does a ramp jump off a manager's desk that he's tipped over for cover, going out a window in a storm of broken glass.
What the hell was THAT all about?
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte fails to interrupt Heavenly Double Palm Thrust from Bang with Quesadilla Bomb.
- CRAZY Hit! -
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Certainly something so devastating would down this man once and for all. It is enough that he starts to sit up with a rather triumphant grin on his face momentarily before getting somewhat distracted by the battle further in between the girl and the woman. "Sp....spicy habanero...duck?" he says and suddenly something starts to flash in his head that makes him think more about cooking and less about the fact Bang is still moving and about to do something....something bad.
It is much too late for the luchador to move away once he realizes Bang is up to something and El Fuerte quickly attempts to reach down and grab the arms of his opponent....only to take the full brunt of the hit and the explosion that soon happens. "Ai ai ai ai!" he cries as he gets knocked away again and he slides across the ground before coming to a stop laying on his back. "A challenge.....for me!" of course it comes in the form of a different challenge one might think when he stands up and pumps his fist. "I shall cook you a spicey habenaro duck, chica!" he calls back to the retreating woman, once again making the grave error of taking his mind off of Bang for another moment.
COMBATSYS: Viola successfully hits Trap with Reservoir Dogs.
Glancing Blow
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"Wow, Bearface!" Trap's all smiles as the fuzzy little weapon does its work, hucking Viola up into the air so, so very hard. "You threw her so hard she didn't even come back down!" There are a couple discrepancies, like how there's not debris falling from the ceiling where Viola broke through on her way to space, but that's fine. Trap's faith in Bearface is unshakeable!
Well, maybe it can be shaken a little bit but only because suddenly there are bullets /everywhere/ and it's completely awful. Trap is fast, there's no question of that, but there are just so, so many bullets. So many. Even ducking and weaving and using Bearface as a bearrier, there's no escape. Rubber bullets strike and slam into Trap's tender, supple flesh, knocking the knight flat on the ground, butt-first.
"Ahhhhhh! She /shot/ me! Is...is this the end?" Tears begin to well up, sniffles ensue. "Am I gonna /die/?" So preoccupied, it's easy to miss Viola making her daring escape; Trap doesn't even notice.
"Muh-Mister Baaaaaang! I need to go to a hospital, but only because I know you can take care of everything!" After a moment, Trap awkwardly climbs onto Bearface's shoulders, who transforms into a bear riding a tiny pink motorized unicycle, and then peels out of the bank's lobby.
"I believe in yoooooooooou~" echos in the distance.
COMBATSYS: Trap takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Bang dodges Viola's Reservoir Dogs.
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Viola 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Bang
Bang is slower to haul himself to his feet, this time; it looks like he's getting awfully tired, judging from the way he's breathing and the flush to his face. In fact, even once he's onto his feet, he just doubles over, puts his hands on his knees, and focuses on taking deep breaths.
And then, suddenly, Viola is shooting /everywhere/. Bang only barely manages to choke out, "ZWEE!" This, again, makes him disappear, replaced by a blur of speed lines; immediately, he chokes, "ZWEE!" again, and repeats the process.
This occurs over and over, with him bouncing all around the room, until, finally, Viola stops shooting. When that moment comes, Bang reappears for the last time... and instantly collapses to the ground, clutching at his side. "Ow, ow, ow," he yelps, bending weirdly to try to stretch out his side. "Ohhh God I pulled something, oh, hell, hold on, time out, time-- Trap, I need my-" Oh, there goes Trap. Bang grimaces, and struggles to prop himself up with Kusanagi-no-Kiri.
"Just... oh, God, okay, just give me a second, here, just one sec, aaaugh dammit..."
COMBATSYS: Bang drops his guard to recover.
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ElFuerte 1/-----==/=======|=======\-------\0 Trap
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Viola 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Bang
It isn't like El Fuerte is looking to be in the best of shape at this moment either. He is pretty beat up and breathing heavily as well, though he remains standing tall mostly because of his vow to cook for the woman he doesn't even know the name of. That actually did give bang some time to try recouperate. The only problem is that time is spent dodging bullets and not doing much resting at all. "What? You are calling a time out?" The luchador just looks shocked by that and he holds out a hand to wag a finger. "And to call yourself a man. Have you no passion for a fight? Real mean keep going!"
That is when El Fuerte reaches back to produce a frying pan again, but this time one in each hand. "It seems that I will give you a proper lesson. Not only is it now Dynamic Justice Time." he takes a deep breath and then he zips forward, swinging around to swing the first of two frying pans to clonk Bang right against the head. "It's Dynamic Cooking Time!"
COMBATSYS: Viola has left the fight here.
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Trap 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Bang
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COMBATSYS: Bang endures ElFuerte's El Fuerte Dynamic Cooking Time.
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Trap 0/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1 Bang
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The moment that first pan hits it is followed by a flurry of them that batter and slam into all sides and spots of Bang. Except between the legs of course. That would just be a dick move right there. With a hup both pans are flipped upwards as El Fuerte uses his free hands to grasp and throw bang upwards into the air before leaping upwards as well. He twirls about then lands on the back of the ninja as he kicks his feet outwards, driving Bang down hard into the ground once again. The luchador then extends his arms and catches a pan in each hand and moves to put them away. "This is what true passion can do!"
COMBATSYS: Trap has left the fight here.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-----==|=======\=====--\1 Bang
When El Fuerte connects with his back, Bang makes an extremely funny face.
/Extremely./
And then El Fuerte is springing away... but, without getting up, he suddenly barks, "ZWEE!" And lo, he disappears, and reappears... behind the still-recovering El Fuerte, his hands snaking out to hook underneath the luchador's arms and put him in a full nelson.
"YOU CAN'T STOP OUR QUEST, VILE FIEND!" Bang roars, madness in his voice. "ONLY SLOW IT DOWN! THERE ARE OTHER BANKS, AND OTHER SECURITY SYSTEMS! ONES WITH LASERS!! I'LL PUNISH YOU FOR INTERFERING WITH THE DRILL OF JUSTICE!!"
Bang flexes, and the upper half of his olive jumpsuit suddenly explodes off of him; his torso lights up with a brilliant, flickering red glow. Is this the Secret Technique?! Will Bang Bhishigami risk even his own life, for JUSTICE?!
"OF COURSE NOT!!" Bang screams, as if the very idea was ridiculous. "BECAUSE A TRUE HERO-- NO! BECAUSE..."
"THE MAIN CHARACTER CAN NEVER DIE!!"
"SECRET TECHNIQUE! FATAL ERUPTION!!"
Bang explodes.
Every window in the bank explodes outwards at once, propelled by a wave of flame and overpressure. From this, it can be surmised that a terrible, terrible thing has just happened to the people inside.
COMBATSYS: Bang successfully hits Bang with Secret Technique - Fatal Eruption.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 Bang
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte interrupts Secret Technique - Fatal Eruption from Bang with El Fuerte Flying Giga Buster.
-**- LUNATIC HIT!! -**-
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ElFuerte 0/-------/---====|=======\======-\1 Bang
The fact Bang still manages to get up even after one of El Fuerte's greatest techniques impresses him even if he doesn't outright say it. "Drill of Justice? I think you are loco amigo." he responds and even holds a hand out. "You have lost. Let us call it a day and you can come peacefully to the station." Of course nothing ends that easily. Instead it looks like Bang is building up for something bad. "Final Eruption!? No!" the luchador calls out and his eyes close as he staggers forward as if to grasp Bang right when all that energy erupts from the ninja. El Fuerte does indeed grab something solid and even as the explosion sends him and said object flying, The luchador changes it around into several flipping motions as he sails through the air. "El Fuerte's....FLYING GIIIIIGAAAAA....BUSTEEEEEER!" he declares and instead of the thud of him slamming a body into the ground there is instead the sound of metal being crushed.
In all the chaos it was instead the motorcycle that was grabbed and flung about. Or it might be best to say it was a motorcycle. It is a rather big pile of scrap now and El Fuerte stares as he leaps back. "Curses! He got away!" he sputters and quickly looks around. Even if the criminals got away at least it seems like they didn't get away with what they came for. Of course there is alot of damage and the place probably is a long time away from ever having another grand opening. The fact that good won today is enough for El Fuerte to fold his arms and bow some at he knees and he begins to hop from foot to foot while turning in a circle. "The Hurricane of the Gulf is too much for some petty thieves. Let us all rejoice!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has left the fight here.
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TEN MINUTES LATER
One of the cars in the bank's parking lot suddenly folds in on itself as something roughly man-sized falls out of the sky and lands on the roof, spraying glass in every direction and setting off the car alarm.
COMBATSYS: Bang takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Bang can no longer fight.
It is Bang Bhishigami.
He does not get up.
Log created on 20:30:30 05/23/2010 by Trap, and last modified on 18:44:30 05/31/2010.