Description: A chance encounter at Wang's usual stomping grounds leads to actual curbstomping, as Wing gets super-pissed for like no reason. Like usual. But this time...this time, things are DIFFERENT. Sort of?
Cower, weaklings.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Cower before her might.
With thunderous fulminations, her little feet plant firmly upon the glowing tiles. The ear-bleedingly bizarre sound emanating from the machine before her mingles with her maniacal cackling. Behind her shudder an utterly intimidated -- and maybe, one or two of them, mildly aroused, probably the ones glancing back and forth nervously in case someone is judging them -- group of otaku.
"Look at those fucking points!"
She's not actually the best at DDR.
But they won't tell her that.
Wing Xiaoping, Queen of the Streets, smugly regards her final grade of B. "B for Badass, muthafuckas," she chortles, grinning widely as she plants her hands on her slim hips. She's in a /great/ mood. Not only was she invited to King of Fighters, she gets to team up with her soon to be boyfriend (shut up, fuck you) Keith "Aranha" Mason. Who she calls Keith. But not you. "Man, I am sweet."
She must be in a great mood, because she is wearing, of all things, a dress, in rather pleasant tones of white and dark green. The black bean stain from yesterday is nowhere to be seen.
No laundry can defeat her.
"Who dares challenge Wing Xiaoping!?"
Especially not /this/ wet laundry.
A chorus of trembling head-shakes respond.
"Damn right."
Southtown's been good to Wang in the short time he's spent in the city. Good arcades, ample opportunities to test his awesome power, a group of deluded fools who he has /cleverly deceived/ into thinking that they are friends when they are instead on the fast track to being his slavish minions for eternity, and perhaps most importantly, the safety that comes with the knowledge that a certain someone is probably dead in gutter, thousands of miles away.
So perhaps he can be forgiven for dismissing it out of hand when he heard that there was some crazy twelve year old girl going nuts on the DDR machines, in favor of punching the /shit/ out of a terrorist turkey with nothing left to lost in the latest installment of the ever-popular Hard Turkey Punch series. It is, after all, an experience that he has previously described as 'a sublime, yet magnificently delectable tour-de-force' on his personal blog.
It's only when he's taking a break, walking across the arcade to get himself a bottle of extra-hydrated mineral water, that he hears her.
First comes denial. She can't be here, she went into a /warzone/, he knows this because /the internet told him so/. This must be some other crazy girl, who sounds exactly like her. Confirmation is required.
Pushing his way to the front of the small crowd, Long Wang is greeted by the unmistakable sight of his cousin Wing Xiaoping gloating.
He immediately turns around to get as far away as possible.
Instead, he runs into a stranger and bounces off, falling onto his back in Wing's direction.
Then the terror really kicks in and he freezes completely, in the vain hope that her vision only tracks movement, and that she cannot smell fear, and that she hasn't read his blog (a safe bet, considering how many hits it's seen).
What's that smell?
Blinking, Wing sniffs once, twice, her eyes narrowing predatorily. The otaku shrink back once again as she steps off the platform, not daring to yet take their turn until she's a safe distance away. They relax as she begins to slowly walk in one direction; they freeze when she pauses, eyes narrowing again, and begins to walk in the opposite direction.
Taizhou has honed her instincts.
"...Hmmm..."
Alas, for our Wang.
"Wh--"
She sees him. She looks him /right/ in the eyes. Her own eyes widen in recognition. Her nostrils flare in disgust. Her shoulders tremble. And then she snarls.
No, wait, that's a grin.
"YOU!"
A feral, nasty grin.
"Dear COUSIN!"
Slowly, with a terrifyingly leisurely gait, she prowls closer to her prone, erstwhile victim. "It's been so long. So... long, Wang." She crosses her arms over her pristine new dress, under where her breasts would be. "I'd heard from Grandpa you were in the city, but I never imagined we'd meet like this. How nice. How... NICE."
She approaches, standing over him, eyebrows raising in a manner he likely remembers well. A manner succinctly described as 'sociopathic'. "And how are YOU? I like your hobby: pretending to be a flipped turtle, is it? Good choice, for you. I--"
She's standing over his face, now. It just kind of happened, as she was approaching. She has been for a couple moments, in fact. But only now does her grin abruptly, inexplicably vanish, and her cheeks blanch as at once she glares like a madwoman, fists clenching and body trembling.
"ARE YOU LOOKING UP MY DRESS?"
She looks at him. She looks at his /eyes/. Sweet merciful heavens she approaches. Wang's terror level rises from green to yellow to orange to red to choir of crocodiles attempting to sing 'Ride of the Valkyries'.
It makes so little sense that he briefly passes out, mercifully spared the worst of Wing's diabolical taunting.
Inevitably, the young boy awakens, only to find himself in a dark world of green. Disoriented, he reaches into his pocket and flips out his phone to obsessively check the date and time and maybe shed some light on his situation.
It all comes rushing back as soon as Wing starts shouting, primal flight or flight responses surging to the fore. Assuming the powerful Crab Stance, the boy lifts himself up and scuttles away as quickly as his hands and feet will carry him. Even as he attempts to stand up again without every taking his eyes off her, lest she charge, Wang tries to explain himself.
"No! What? I was just...and you..." He slowly trails off, eyes drawn inexorably toward his own hand and the fancy cameraphone clutched therein, regarding it with the same horrified expression one normally reserves for lepers and clogged toilets.
"It was, uh. A mistake?" Somehow it sounds more like a plea for mercy than a serious question.
Oh.
My.
/God/.
Oh my /god/--
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!"
In the end, Wing Xiaoping, Queen of the Streets, renders her defense of her maidenly modesty utterly fruitless as a surge of inner strength erupts up from within her, cracking the floor beneath her as she screams in rage at her destined kung-fu rival and, of course, flipping up the skirt of her own dress with the rising wind. "Gyyaaahh!" Another flash of green and several phone-camera clicks later, a violently cursing Chinese girl is holding her fist aloft, every hurled obscenity seeming to make it purse with greater power.
"YOOOOOOOUUUUU'RE--"
And then, her widened eyes devoid entirely of mercy or remorse, the petite thugette slams one foot down to thrust out her fist at the scuttling nerd, unleashing a blast of gale-force wind as the energy she has gathered transmits directly into the air around her. One of the heavy metal dance pads is caught up in its wake, whirling to quite possibly slam into poor Wang's... face.
"DEEEEEAAAAD!"
The otaku are probably scattering by now.
Where are his minions when he needs them?
COMBATSYS: Wing has started a fight here.
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ <
Wing 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Wang has joined the fight here.
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > //////////////////////////////]
Wing 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Wang
COMBATSYS: Wing successfully hits Wang with Dragonforce.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ////////////////////// ]
Wing 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Wang
Well, maybe minion is /technically/ too strong a term. Acquaintence, maybe?
Whatever they are it's not like they'd help here anyway because what are they going to do, calm Wing down? Provide a futile wall of meat to buy Wang time to escape? Point and laugh? Point and laugh.
For the love of all that is good, she is breaking the arcade just by /getting angry/. This is only supposed to happen in awful but strangely compelling anime! Since when is powering up a real thing!? And how can she punch a dance pad at him without ever actually touching it?! /What is this power!?/
It's beyond even Wang's skill to realize, along with his ability to react in any way, shape or form except by letting his jaw go briefly slack before he is swept away by a dance pad that is basically as big as he is.
In one moment, there is Wang. In the next, nothing.
A short distance away, trapped in between a wall and the warped metal dancepad that is currently embedded in it like a freakish cage, a dazed Wang tries to come to terms with his life so far, since it is now painfully evident that it is quickly coming to a close despite its relative brevity.
That lasts about half a second before he squirms out and charges with a mighty battle cry.
"I WANT TO LIIIIIIIIIVE!" Tears streaming from his face, not yet ready to face the reaper, Wing comes out swinging like a cornered animal, fighting for its very survival.
Coming in close, Wang grabs at a hand and sidesteps, trying to shuffle behind Wing with it in tow, trapping it and her so that he can get a few cheap, easy shots in. Anything's better than trying to face her head-on. The goal is survival, not suicide.
COMBATSYS: Wing dodges Wang's You Got Aspergered.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ///////////////////// ]
Wing 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Wang
Wing is unsympathetic.
"You don't DESERVE to live!" she screams hoarsely, at turns becoming pale and flush, at times her glare lancing about the room at others who may or may not have seen her unmentionables. "I swear to you, RIGHT NOW--"
Spittle flies from her thin lips.
"I'M GOING TO TEAR YOUR LONG OFF, WANG!!"
Naturally, the Queen of the Streets does not face anyone /except/ head-on, so Wang's shuffling evasiveness does not get him very far; this is one bull who's used to the cheaper of matador tricks. With a little 'Pfft' of dismissal, she weaves around his desperate effort, her flats skidding over the cracked ground as she twists with a ferocious grace. She's quicker now, and, if it were possible, even more confident. She's not just the nightmare she once was.
She's /better/.
"AAAAAGH!"
All at once, she is face-to-face with him, but not for long.
"DIIIIIEEEEEE!"
In a moment, she'll be forehead-to-face.
COMBATSYS: Wang blocks Wing's Strong Punch.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////////////////// ]
Wing 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Wang
She's insane. Completely nuts. If Wang thought for even a brief second that he could outrun her, he would be long gone by now. Wing has graduated from being a horrible person to a malevolent force of nature all her own, unstoppable by the works of man, despair and destruction given mortal flesh.
For crying out loud, she just threatened, no, SWORE to tear his...his...!
Still crying because he is incapable of stopping, Wang desperately hangs on. Then she rams her forehead into his. To the skinny, unhealthy looking nerd's credit, he takes it well, feet skidding roughly across the broken floor, reeling back but not falling as most of the force is cleverly redirected instead of turning his entire head into a jelly explosion.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Wang's cry is about as loud, but significantly less rage filled.
"Just leave me alone!" And then he lunges forward to press his hands against Wing's shoulders and push off as hard as he can. Somehow, he gets his foot right behind hers as he does it, still trying for the indirect approach.
COMBATSYS: Wang successfully hits Wing with Medium Throw.
Glancing Blow
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////////////////// ]
Wing 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Wang
Ridiculous.
"You fucking wimp!" she screams, her rage only increasing at every word that emerges from his miserable, worthless mouth. "Why don't you have any god damn pride!? You trash! You weak-ass--" There's no way he's touching her. With a vicious, arrogant snarl, the kung-fu queen weaves sinuously again, evading his grasp neatly. "Heh--" She misses, however, his foot behind her ankle. Her eyes widen in surprise as her arms flail all at once, realizing she's been unbalanced.
That's different.
Is he actually fighting back?
"Pfft!" Literally spitting in indignation -- into his face, no less -- as she falls, Wing, being merely felled but not injured, twists to plant her palm on the ground, agilely balancing herself on one arm as she proceeds to lash out with swift kicks, aiming high to strike at his midriff and chest. But, off-kilter as she is, she can't put all her relentless force into it, as she would normally like. Her expression hasn't changed, but she's stopped talking. She won't admit it, but she's a little unsettled now.
That was weird...
COMBATSYS: Wing successfully hits Wang with Light Kick.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////////////// ]
Wing 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Wang
It is bad enough that Wing is beating the life out of him, but does she really have to keep...spitting like that? It's just.../gross/.
Unless...could this be part of her attack? A distraction meant to allow her true attacks to penetrate all the more easily? The gears in Wang's head finally start turning, long frozen in pure terror, now thawing thanks to...something. Something's off.
Tension almost visibly drains from Wang as he comes to a conclusion that neatly solves the true puzzle here. No, Wing's too stupid to think that far ahead, she's just gro--KICKING FACE OH GOD
Ironically, the plan that never actually existed works flawlessly, as a distracted Wang is pummeled mercilessly by tiny, yet incredibly forceful kicks. Not even the /maniac-giant/ with the claymore compares. So he starts screaming again.
"AAHHHHHHHHH" Recoiling and curling his arms up over his head, Wang turns to the side in an effort to shield himself, which then turns into another lunge as he swivels inward, using his shoulder as a battering ram while keeping his tender head somewhat protected.
Of course, whether he hits or not, Wang falls down and curls up in the fetal position for a while. For purely strategic purposes.
COMBATSYS: Wing dodges Wang's The Goat Stiffens.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ////////////// ]
Wing 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Wang
Ridiculous.
"HOW-- DO-- YOU--"
Snarling viciously, Wing, her lovely cinched new dress, its white and green fabric now faintly soiled from the floor upon which she is braced, flaps about somewhat dangerously about her knees as her kicks drive up toward Wang's body and face.
"--STILL--"
With a final burst, she thrusts herself up from the ground, twisting into one last scything kick to the side of his head as she rolls to her feet, one hand conscienciously preventing the fabric from flaring.
"EXIST!?"
The Queen of the Streets's eyes gleam with predatory menace as she turns her gaze once more upon her cowering prey. What faint moment of surprise she had at Wang's resistance is forgotten as he assaults her with yet another panic attack.
Is he closing his eyes?
Wing's own eyes literally widen with disbelief at this ridiculous attack. Is he trying to insult her? Probably not in this case. This is probably Wang's kung-fu. "Wow," she remarks, some of the venom actually fading from her words as she sincerely marvels, even as she casually sidesteps his questionable attack. "You are /really/ bad at this."
She almost feels bad for him.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
No, wait, no she doesn't.
"Crawl at my feet, you WORM!!"
Cackling maniacally once again, that good old sociopathic light shining in her eyes, Wing 'Clearly Girlfriend Material' Xiaoping stands over Wang's now-collapsed form and begins to stomp on him with abandon, a glow of golden chi suffusing her foot with the raw intensity of her unrelenting loathing for his weakness and fear.
"YOU--"
Stomp.
"--FUCKING--"
Stomp!
"COWARD!"
COMBATSYS: Wing successfully hits Wang with Crane Kickin' It Old Skool.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ////////// ]
Wing 0/-------/=======|=======\===----\1 Wang
"I don't know!?" The cry of panic arises involuntarily from Wang in the form of a question, which if he were more calm might annoy his fine sensibilities to no end. How quickly the niceties of language are abandoned when one is in mortal peril.
Or maybe he really is asking Wing, since it is obvious on a primal level that she is completely in control of...of everything. Everything ever.
There is a brief respite from the storm. It sounds like she's calmed down. Wang dares to open his eyes, peeking up through a small opening he makes between his own arms with naked trepidation. She doesn't sound angry anymore; is that...is that pity?
As it turns out it's actually her foot, crashing down directly onto his face, and then other places, with nothing resembling mercy or even basic humanity. Chi-enhanced blows rain down seemingly without end, her mocking laughter making each stomp hurt all the more.
"I'm--" It's unbearable. Wang knows that his life is over. But this is even worse.
"Don't--" Unable to get a word in edgewise, he's not just going to die, he's going to die in indignity, humiliated in front of the entire world, his legacy that of a coward.
A man can only take so much lying down.
"SHUT UP!!" It erupts out of Wang, who spins around on his back like a breakdancing turtle to finally turn his pain and anguish against his tormentor!
And then he kicks at Wing right between the legs as hard as he can manage, an effort crippled by both his strategically inferior position and the complete lack of anything resembling skill. It's nowhere near connecting before he begins to scream in terror again.
At least he's trying.
COMBATSYS: Wang successfully hits Wing with Strong Kick.
- Power hit! -
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////////// ]
Wing 1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1 Wang
What--
What just happened?
Wing Xiaoping stands stock still, one leg upraised, wide eyes watering. She's biting her lower lip. Her shoulders are trembling. No, her whole body is trembling now, shuddering with pain and--
Is she crying?
"W... W..."
Or is that liquid rage?
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!"
Her shriek is hoarse and strangled, choked with outrage and agony, while Wang's foot remains where it lies: planted directly in her crotch, a dirty footprint now plastered on a most conspicuous part of her dress. Somehow, she hasn't fallen over. Somehow.
Oh, right--
"AAAAAAHH!"
Because she's a monster.
Immediately she is upon him. Unless he pushes his scurrying abilities to the utmost, in a flash the Queen of the Streets will have slipped by Wang's legs and planted her butt firmly on his chest, grabbing his hair with her left hand and pulling it with all her might. Her right arm is aglow with power, her hand wildly shaking. Her eyes are bloodshot, her lips pale.
How /dare/ he not be a coward!
All of Wing's shock, dismay, pain, rage, humiliation, and complete flabbergastedness are channeled into one mighty blow, straight for Wang's face. He will be grateful to know that, somehow, it's not a killing blow. He may also be grateful /not/ to know that the mental block in Wing's subconscious against murder is because she's already killed people. So she knows what she's doing.
You don't like your nose, right, Wang?
COMBATSYS: Wang blocks Wing's Protect Ya Neck.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////// ]
Wing 0/-------/-------|=======\======-\1 Wang
"O-oh." Wang's face contorts in terror, staring at what he's done, the footprint a mark of guilt that will surely sentence him to straight to hell. He fought back. /Successfully/, if only for a brief moment.
And somehow, he knows, he knows /instinctually/ that's just going to make this a thousand times worse.
The look on Wing's face is a pretty good tip-off too, though.
Wang chokes up. He wants to say something, anything, begging for mercy or calling for help or /anything/, but the only thing that comes out is a small, almost inaudible squeak. Then the storm is upon him. (the storm is wing)
Head yanked forward by the hair, the young nerd's eyes widen, locked onto Wing's upraised fist. For a moment it looks like it is the Grim Reaper's grinning visage itself, belting out a hollow cackle of triumph. The illusion vanishes as it goes into motion, a meteor about to wipe out the dinosaurs (wang's face). He reacts instinctively, his scant, amateurish training still enough to alert him to the danger, to come to the fore in his time of peril.
"AHHHH NOT IN THE FACE!" Wang's crossed arms take the strike, mashing into his face and driving his head down against the pavement, causing it to bounce with a horrible-sounding dull thump. It has to hurt like /hell/.
"YOU--" Wang snarls despite, or perhaps because of the massive head trauma he just received. "YOU /BITCH/!"
Reaching one arm up to slap Wing full on in the face, Wang uses the momentum to try to reverse their positions so that it is /he/ who is on top, a ferocious expression betraying his anger, his humiliation, his frustration at everything that's happened.
"How dare you, I'll pay you back a hundred times for everything you've done to me, right here, right now! Ptuh!" That is the sound of him repaying the favor of her FREQUENT AND UNNECCESARY SPITTING with a taste of his own. He adds to it with a mad barrage of punches, spitting with every blow to /ensure/ that she knows the /suffering/ that he has endured because of her.
"A THOUSAND LOOGIES IS TOO GOOD FOR YOU!"
COMBATSYS: Wing blocks Wang's The Tribulations of Wang Long.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////// ]
Wing 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Wang
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Wing is still dribbling a tear -- /it's not a tear her eyes are watering/ -- from one bloodshot eye, but that doesn't stop her from cackling all the while as she enjoys slamming Wang's head against the ground, feeling the floor beneath them splinter with the force of her blows. The fact that he avoids the full brunt of her attack doesn't seem to bother her. He's trying to defend himself still. It's kind of cute, really.
"Aaaah ha ha h--" *whap* >_o
Wing stares blankly down at Wang, a red hand imprint glowing briefly upon one peach-skinned cheek. There is a brief moment of clarity, of serenity even, a lull in the violence.
And then they are fighting like cats.
"DID YOU JUST SLAP ME!?" she screams, fending off his blows, even dodging his spittle as she tumbles across the ground. He does manage to throw her off him and put her on the defensive, but none of his barrage of punches manage to strike home, Wing's practiced defense augmented by her fury at, well, being slapped. "DID YOU JUST CALL ME A BITCH!?" Maybe being slapped like that ruined her hearing. Ohh! Snap.
"FUCK--"
She snarls up at him, even as he pushes her defenses to the limit, bearing down on her small frame, and briefly, he may sense -- may sense -- her leg tensing.
"YOU!!"
Before she kicks him in the nads.
Hard.
COMBATSYS: Wang interrupts Light Kick from Wing with It's a Disaster.
- Power hit! -
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /// ]
Wing 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Wang
COMBATSYS: Wang can no longer fight.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\ <
Wing 0/-------/---====|
Wang is beyond reason now, pushed so far that the boundries he once knew have ceased to have any meaning. Wing is a terrible, monsterous excuse for a cousin, a veritible demon come to Earth, but /who cares/ because she is also, as stated...
"A HUGE BITCH!" The rough and tumble assault doesn't slow, punches flying as the boy tries to penetrate any and all defenses presented. It's not going so hot, but he doesn't notice, or even care. There's only one thing that matters.
Making Wing Xiaoping /pay/.
Then she nails him in the nuts.
He doesn't react, which is to say that the pimply teen continues to punch. And punch, and punch, and punch. Fists are flying everywhere. So many fists. More fists than is technically possible, in fact, as at SOME POINT additional fists appeared, glowing yellow copies connected to two pairs of arms, linking all the way back to twin, slightly out-of-synch doppelgangers going at it as furiously as the original.
"NO, YOU!" Wang begins a massive leadup, furiously attacking for all he's worth.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK," And then, just as he's about to deliver a powerful declaration of enmity, he stops cold, the copies winking out of existence. Wang's eyes go glassy, and then he just...collapses limply on his cousin.
What just happened?
Suddenly, of all things--
"Aack!"
Wing can't overpower Wang.
Alas, in his frothing fury, the persecuted nerd will likely miss it, the brief shining moment that might have validated his effort, relieved him from the yoke of fear that has dragged him down into the muck of despair and self-loathing all too often. That moment--
When fear flickers in her eyes.
It's about right after kicking him in the balls actually doesn't do anything. His head should have exploded. He should have erupted in gore. He's hardly stopped; in fact, suddenly there are /more/ of him, a technique that-- hey, what the FUCK--
"How do you-- urgh-- know how do-- DO THAT--"
That's /her/ technique. Has he actually--
As two clone fists punch her head in opposite directions simultaneously, a dazed Wing stumbles upon a shocking relevation.
Has he actually /learned kung-fu/?
And then-- he collapses. On top of her. A breathless moment passes as Wing reels, still dealing with all that's occurred in the last ten seconds. The beginning of all this made sense. What just happened now, though--
"Eeeeuuughh!"
Then she realizes that Wang is lying on top of her, which is /totally disgusting/, especially since let's don't forget he saw /up her dress/, and in fact as she remembers that about the same time as she's rolling him off her and stagger to her feet she kicks him hard in the ribs for good measure. "You perv! You trash! Piece of shit!" She kicks him again, but it doesn't feel right. She'd enjoy it /more/ if he'd just cowered and given up, as it should be. Beating him while he's down won't change the fact that-- no, she doesn't even want to think about it.
"Wang!"
She just has to get out of here.
"You're worthless! Weak!!"
She's puffed herself up conspicuously, dusting herself off so it's harder to see the results of what happened, unconsciously reaching up to touch her lip, realizing he's given her a fat one, abruptly pulling her fingers away so nobody else looks to see it. "Go back to your basement and CRY!" she shouts, backing away, stumbling slightly over a crack she herself made in the arcade floor. "Y, you freak...!"
It's not as satisfying. It just, you know, needed to be said. Still unsettled, Wing Xiaoping turns her back on her felled cousin and walks away, shaking her head with the slightest of frowns.
If /he/ can put up a fight--
"Asshole."
She still has work to do.
COMBATSYS: Wing has ended the fight here.
Log created on 23:32:57 10/12/2010 by Wang, and last modified on 00:50:24 10/14/2010.