Description: In Metro City, the SouthSynd have taken a tentative root. In this case, it's more like 'Mister Big has opened a strip joint.' Young Leona Heidern infiltrates, dressed as a filthy whore, to discern the truth of this connection. Special guest appearance by Sorcerer Heidern.
Mister Big's Boobie Bungalow.
It's a name, without a doubt. It's a name.
It also happens to be a front for some rather seedy business that the resurgent Southtown Syndicate are operating out of. One of many, without a doubt. But this one at least comes with a spectacular view, if you can pay the cover charge at least.
It's Tuesday, which means that it's tryout night for new dancers.
That means that, amidst the smoky haze within the darkened building, even though it's perfectly day-time outside, the owner and proprietor of the business is in attendance. That would be Mister Big himself, the former Chrome Dome Don, leaning back in a chair at the edge of the dancing stage. There's a cigar in his mouth, and he's got a hand full of one dollar bills at the ready.
Right now however, there's a half-naked woman clutching at her face on the stage, slowly slinking away, while Mister Big laughs. "That's what you get, you dumb bitch! The McDonalds day shift starts at 430, get out of here, your ass ain't high-class enough for this joint!" The assorted men behind him laugh.
A few hours after her plane landed in Southtown, Leona Heidern had been looking forward to getting a regulation amount of sleep and reporting in to a nearby office associated with the Ikari Warriors-- but then as she was greeted by other soldiers and throwing salutes left and right, she was handed a folder with orders and the necessary reimbursement forms to be filled out after she got some clothes.
Wait, clothes?
FAST FORWARD----->
Last of the line of potential girls to be brought around to the stage and put on parade, she has a build that most of these girls-- including the one sobbing as she flees the stage-- would kill for; toned arms and legs, a hint of color to her skin. Blue hair is allowed to flow around her shoulders and back, while a clip holds it back from the sides of her face.
Leathers, shorts, and boots that just barely cover the knee are what she's wearing right now, dressed in a provocative manner that would probably make her father become flabbergasted and not sound like the hardened military leader that he's always been, and... she feels pretty awkward about all this right now.
While the other tryouts are busy watching the scene with the girl holding her face, the "incognito" Leona is instead trying to disappear through the backstage area, holding a purse and heading toward the ladies room-- or more aptly, toward the door that is marked "OFFICE."
The laughter continues for a good while, as the girl eventually manages to fall off the edge of the stage and into a table. Chairs clatter, and that only doubles the laughter from the gathered men. "Ahh, shit, shit, I nearly choked on my own smoke," Mister Big slaps his chest, tears welling up in the corner of his eyes as the sheer enjoyment of it all gets the better of him.
Ultimately though, it becomes apparent that the fallen girl is no longer moving so well, groggy at best, likely concussed.
"Fuckin', are you serious? Bitch take a bump to the noggin? Legs, Loey, get that dame the fuck out of here. Take her out by the back." With that order, two of the men detach from the gathering, moving to gather the girl. They're rough about it, hauling her up over the edge of the stage -- and moving towards the very area where Leona happens to be edging towards that private door!
"Man, this is the fuckin' life, ain't it? Who needs Southtown? We should change our name to the fuckin' Metro City Syndicate or somethin'."
When her hand dips into the purse, it isn't to find anything too horribly mundane-- in fact, it comes back out with a small hand-held device with a pair of metallic strips sticking out of it. Perhaps even something that can be ... used on the lock on a door?!
Attempting to pick the lock with the odd device, Leona feels the pressure in the grip as she squeezes it once, then tries to give the knob a slight twist. She adjusts the angles, shifts it here and there, and the pick-gun seems to have finally found the right position it needs to be in to open up, and--
-- then there's Legs and Loey with the most recent rejection.
She catches a hard breath in her chest with literally nowhere to run or duck for cover. In a flash, she's turned herself around with a hard grind of her heeled boots on the floor and dropped her weight forward.
She's a streak of leather and blue and skin, her weight twisting around with an arm drawn back to introduce Legs to her good friend, Right Hook. Loey, well, he might just get to meet the palm of Leona's hand before she introduces his face to the wall. All she can really hope for is that the girl doesn't scream.
Leona has never been that lucky.
Never been that lucky, indeed. Try being Legs and Loey. The two are knocked clear out in one fell smooth motion by the Ikari Warrior, dispensed with like the side-scrolling beat-em-up trash they are. It isn't the girl that screams. It's the men as they tumble backwards, with that tell-tale sound as their bodies flash.
'Uuhgghh-ughh-ughhhh!'
A lead pipe pops out of one of their bodies, a handy weapon, but the attention has been drawn. "What the fuck?" comes the voice of Mister Big. "That sounded like the boys just got knocked out by a plucky go-getter tryin' to save a daughter or somethin'. I don't like that kinda sound at-fuckin'-all let me tell you. Boys, turn the music up and go find out what's happening."
Like any good stage boss, Mister Big isn't ready to go back there just yet. But with three more men advancing on the backstage area, it seems only logical that the Biggest Man of Them All will need to help out shortly.
"Man, do I gotta fuckin' do everythin' myself around 'ere? Fuck this noise. Who the fuck is back there makin' all that racket?!"
BACKSTAGE:
One goes down. Her hand presses to the girl's back to push her out of the way while the other goes into the wall-- and then after they're down, Leona's attention turns to the failed stripper-wannabe. "Get out of here," she says, harshness and intensity in her tone-- without raising her voice to a yell.
Turning around and moving with a determined gait to the office door, Leona grips the lockpicking device and pulls it back out of the doorknob. She turns on her heel as the voice comes from down the hall, and three more of Da Boyz arrive in the back hallway.
"Shit." This just went from bad to worse.
Shrugging out of her short-cropped jacket, Leona looks toward the three shadows coming down the hall and shifts her weight again.
THE CLUB'S FRONT:
Moe the Mole explodes through the curtains and tassles and tacky decor at the rear of the stage, tearing it down when he lands. Next comes Johnny Nine-Toes and his friend Flattop, the latter of which soon needing to change his nickname to Flat/face/-- because of the woman driving both feet squarely into his chops.
When she hits the stage, she's back on her feet in an instant, putting one foot up on the thug and looking down on him. "You should inform your staff that they are not to put their hands on the talent."
It's just as Mister Big is rising from his chair that the trio come flying through the backstage and into the front. "Well, I'll be damned," he says in that typical black-man way of speaking, a heavy grunt leaving him as he stands up to his full height. He stares the girl on the stage down, which is hard given that he's wearing sunglasses.
All the same, he does just that, the Ikari Warrior's quip drawing a smirk to the face of the Biggest Lips of Them All. "That's cute. I don't think he's got enough sense left in his addled mind to comprehend what you're suggestin', but I sure do.
"And I don't like it."
Mister Big knows how to deal with an uppity bitch. It typically involves burning her with a cigar, like some kind of Rick James. In this case, it involves leaping up onto the stage -- and slamming a fist full of rings into her smart-talking mouth. He does just that.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Leona has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Leona blocks Mr.Big's Medium Strike.
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Mr.Big 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Leona
The fist full of rings hits--
-- the palm of Leona's hand. The impact is heavy enough that she's forced to push the hand to the side to prevent punching herself in her own mouth, but she does pull it off. Her expression is grim and intense, even in these uncomfortable clothes, even in these ridicilous heeled boots.
"I don't particularly care for what you like, either."
Twisting her whole body around, the tall leather boots creak and crash across the stage. Leona drops low, out of Mister Big's vision as she nearly falls to her knees in front of him. The muscles in her legs surge, and Leona throws herself into the air in a relatively high jump, body tucking and folding close... and then she spins.
Her arms and legs sweep open at the peak of the jump, and the cross of her arms swing out in an X-formation-- and at the same time, releasing a burst of oddly cool chi that seems to be designed for no other reason than to /cut/!
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big overcomes X-Calibre from Leona with Ground Blaster.
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Mr.Big 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Leona
The two are really up close and personal at this stage, the muscle-bound young woman putting aside the Biggest Fist of Them All and then leaping up into that tight space to perform that wonderful exhibition of female power in a skimpy outfit.
"Heh," Mister Big intones, following it up with another. "Heh."
Like a maestro, he's already conducting. His other hand lifts from his pocket, where it's for some reason been this entire time (probably for perverted reasons) and with it comes a leather strap, much like one would see on a Wiimote. Only, it's a long black fighting stick that's attached to the strap, and not a fun child's toy that often ends up embedded inside a flatscreen tv.
Striking a spark, Mister Big erupts with his potent fire-based chi, causing a massive plume of an eruption between the two. It's enough to stop Leona's strike from getting to him at all; it overcomes that blue energy in fact, surging on towards the epicenter, the Ikari herself!
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Leona with Ground Blaster.
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Mr.Big 0/-------/-----==|======-\-------\0 Leona
In the air and-- then on the ground. The eruption changes Leona's momentum completely, catching her off her guard before throwing her back over the pile of thugs and onto the floor with a hard "ugh!" She doesn't bounce or flop around, but it takes a second for her to get her bearings-- and then her legs lift, swinging up while her knees come damn close to her shoulders-- and rolls on her back and shoulders to land on one knee, another leg half-extended for her to try to get her balance.
In that crouch position, Leona's weight shifts forward, looking for a proper opening. Attacking him now would be too dangerous, he has the advantages of positioning and familiarity. He also has about five thugs, though they're splayed out on the floor in varying degrees of consciousness.
Keeping her breathing steady, only the feeling of her loosened hair falling down off of her shoulders and neck add the chaotic factor to an otherwise perfectly-controlled pose. For just a moment, her position is perfect-- there's Big, there's a group of obstacles between them, and more than what she needs to plan out her next attack.
Leona looks almost like a cat, ready to pounce.
COMBATSYS: Leona focuses on her next action.
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Mr.Big 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Leona
There's a definitely vindictive smirk on the face of the Biggest Man of Them All as he stands there, watching her with a predator glean behind those sunglasses of his. "Hmph, you're kinda cute. But I get the feelin' you're not here to take a ride on the biggest ride of them all, huh? You've got the looks for this kinda job though. Bet you'd love to wrap your legs around the pole."
Suggestive to the max, Mister Big laughs before doing the sensible thing. If his opponent is just going to sit there and watch him, then he's going to put one of his stylish loafers right into her face.
As it stands though, that's also backed by the considerable strength of a man wearing an equally stylish coat, and he aims to send her towards the nearest pole on stage. "Yeah, I bet you'd love to get up there and dance! I bet you're still nice and perky too, just how Mister Big likes it!"
He'll beat her with his offensive tongue, if nothing else.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Leona with Power Strike.
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Mr.Big 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 Leona
Tall, strong, and-- now she gets a stylish loafer stylishly slammed into her face. Leona's weight forces her to sprawl backwards, and she slams into one of those godforsaken poles. Given the antics that it's usually subjected to, the steel bar holds steady despite the weight suddenly slammed into it.
Leona lets out a stiff grunt as her back arches, but she's quick to recover. Her head tilts forward and hands close into fists in front of herself, her pose somewhat defensive. That last shot rang a few bells, much as she hates to admit it-- and the bluenette is forced to blink a few of the white stars out of her eyes.
Stepping forward almost immediately, Leona throws her weight forward and starts to take a step towards Mister Big while her arms cross over her chest. Leading into a slight hop, a swell of chi forms and grows inside of her. Arms sweeping out to the sides, the energy forms into a swirling, cutting sphere of blue meant to start ripping and tearing into the gangster while she tries to land in his blind spot!
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big blocks Leona's Baltic Launcher.
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Mr.Big 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 Leona
Again that predator smirk as the girl is forced back towards the pole. "Heh," Mister Big's vocabulary proves to be in overdrive as he takes a step forward towards her. Lazily, he finally brings out his second fighting stick, looping the leather thong about his arm. "So who sent you, or are you just some bitch from women's rights?
"Didn't you get the fuckin' memo? You ain't got no rights when I'm in town."
The memo, as it turns out, proves to be Leona leaping up and over him, casting that energetic burst down at him. Annoyed, but thankfully not blinded as it rips into existence as he's wearing sunglasses in a darkened room, Mister Big lifts an arm to defend against the ploy. It bursts against his arm, damage light, his coat left singed.
This annoys him. But for the moment, the girl is behind him, and he quickly realizes this. He turns, ready to strike -- but he may have to react to something first!
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big takes no action.
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Mr.Big 0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1 Leona
Indeed, he will. Leona lands, weight hitting the ground with enough force to drop her down into a squat-- but still behind Mister Big. In the process of this, her weight shifts; the Ikari Warrior pivots on the balls of her feet rather than the narrow span of her boot's heels and throws her weight up at Mister Big in a heavy, forceful shoulder charge that takes advantage of the toned muscle at her disposal. It's not so much meant to do damage, but to help push him into an advantageous position for her.
"I'm under no obligation to answer you."
Twisting around, the blue-haired young woman lines herself up on Mister Big, her left hand balled up in a fist. She swings with a left, chops with a right, and hops forward with her knee thrust out at the man's face. Hands snaking forward, Leona attempts to grab Big by the collar of the fine coat while her legs curl in and the Brazillian somehow manages to fold herself into a tight little ball...
... and end with a pretty /mean/ dropkick, square at the chest!
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big endures Leona's Combo Attack.
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Mr.Big 0/-------/---====|=======\==-----\1 Leona
That predatory smirk is still there on the face of the man, even as she gives him the terse brush off. It's the kind he'd expect from a trained military type. It affirms in his mind that this is no regular women's lib fighter. She must be something else. Maybe Metro PD. They have all kinds of weirdos in there.
"Well, that's alright," Mister Big replies after being shoulder charged. He takes a step back, nothing more. Then she grabs at his jacket, and brings herself up close and personal -- and still the man just stands there, weathering the blow.
In fact, this time he actually grabs her ankle as she strikes, doing the unthinkable; he holds her up there, suspended in the air, even as he takes two steps back this time.
Then his other hand moves to slide across her toned calf in a manner that is far from friendly. "Oooh, you've got a bit of meat in all the right places, don't you? I think I'm gonna like you even better once you're unconscious."
With that, he simply throws her over his head, to land where she will.
COMBATSYS: Leona blocks Mr.Big's Million Dollar Buster.
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Hanging upside-down by the ankle, Leona's eyes narrow while anger spreads on her features. Being manhandled by a man-- a bastard-- like this, she is not going to stand for it... even if she's actually upside-down, and not really standing at all.
Flung over his shoulder, Leona tries to make a good landing of it, but there's no way she can fully shrug off the brunt of Mr. Big's throw and the impact on the floor. Leona hits on her left shoulder a whole lot harder than she prefers to. Trying to roll on the hit, the blue-haired girl gets herself into a crouching position while her eyes come to line up on the gangster with a dangerous, predatory stare.
"... You're scum."
And then she /moves/.
Darting across the floor in an amazingly low pose, Leona Heidern's sprint across the strip club's stage is short, sweet, and bringing her to bear right down on Mister Big. Her right arm draws back as muscles tighten selectively; Leona's hand becomes rigid before her fingers and thumb come together and flatten.
Brimming with chi, Leona attempts to drive her hand into the man's solar plexus, a blow that will both stun him... and threaten to draw blood, if either party are not careful.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big endures Leona's Rebel Spark.
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Mr.Big 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Leona
The knifing hand drives into his body, and for a second, Leona Heidern's thrusting hand draws blood. The human body is strange like that, the way a simple human hand can have enough force to drive into someone's body and cause that much damage. It's a technique passed on to her from her adoptive father, and she's become amazingly proficent at it next to the brute strengths and power of the two men that often act as her partners, Clark and Ralf.
Twisting away from Big, there's a harsh resistance that requires a violent pull on Leona's part to get herself clear of him. One arm sweeps up, crossing over her chest and held a little high. Leona's eyes close.
Chi hisses out of the wound as though it were spraying the wild sparks of fireworks.
"And now you're dead."
Her arm swings down, out to the side. At that exact moment, the infused chi /explodes/.
If there's one thing to be said about Mister Big, it's that he's awfully...
Cocky.
So sure is he that he simply decides to stand there, welcoming the advance of the girl. Much to his chagrin, he finds her hand entering him, when he fully intended for it to be the other way around. "What--" he begins, staring down in surprise at the invasion of his body. She bounces away, making that statement that snaps his head in.
That isn't the only thing that snaps then, as an explosion rips apart his clothing, sending the Biggest Cock of Them All flying back. He slams into the stripper pole, snapping it in half as his weight passes through it. Very likely, he dislodges some vertabrae while he's at it, before finally landing in a heap.
A heap that slides back towards the rear of the stage, where his goons came flying through mere moments before. Lying amidst his fallen troops, Mister Big stares in mute surprise, his glasses disheveled.
"You... bitch!" he declares, reaching up to rip his glasses from his face. He crushes them, throwing them aside as he bounds back to his feet -- only to stagger a moment after, hand clutching at his stomach.
"I'm gonna make you fuckin' pay for that! You'll pay with your ass!"
"It'll be a... California Romance!"
What. Rhyming for no apparent reason, perhaps because his senses have been knocked loose, Mister Big surges forward, sticks held low. Then he brings them up, in a rising uppercut, aimed to launch Leona through the roof!
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Leona with California Romance.
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Leona opens her eyes, finally. Breathing a little hard, the Ikari Warrior draws the back of her hand across her chin, trying to ignore the soreness that's starting to build up inside her limbs. For all the talk this guy puts on, he hits a lot harder than she had been expecting him to, and it's done a pretty good job of catching her off-guard.
Starting to turn toward the backstage area with a click of heels, Leona hears the sound of his voice one more time, and her head turns back around. Son of a bitch, how is he still--
Her hands sweep forward to try to stop the uppercut short, but it's like trying to catch a landslide with a bucket of water. The blue-haired young woman's arms are slammed up as her guard is crushed right through, the two sticks coming up and crashing into her jaw, right under her chin.
The world goes white, and the Ikari Warrior slams into the ceiling, /hard/, and spills out onto the stage with a loud grunt when she finally hits... not the stage floor, but the ground below, landing between tables. Winded, Leona pushes herself up to all fours, settling herself back into a tripod stance, but it's clear that the last strike did a lot...
COMBATSYS: Leona takes no action.
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"That is enough."
From across the bar a deep, gravelly voice erupts, coming from a tall and really imposing-looking individual. He's over six and two feet tall, wearing military fatigues and sporting one good eye--the other is covered with a black eyepatch.
Perhaps the most imposing thing about this man is the utter chill his look would inspire in lesser men. It's the sort of passive glare that is like cold fire, his blue eye like a frozen-over lake; sure, it looks smooth on the surface, but underneath is certain death.
He's looking right at Mr. Big when he talks. A glance is briefly spared to the sprawled-out Ikari.
Heidern frowns. Then, smoothly, his attention is back on Big.
"This operation is over, soldier," he states, addressing the woman incognito. "Make hasty retreat. I'll cover you. A car is waiting for you. Go."
Never once does he acknowledge Leona directly--probably because his (adoptive) daughter is dressed like a whore, disguise or no. It's /really/ awkward for him.
Stepping forward, broken glass crunches underneath his heavy boot as one hand lifts, followed by another. Giving one glove a sharp tug, he positions his leather glove carefully before he says, "The way you treat women is deplorable. How do you live with yourself?"
Breaking into a dash, the commander of the Ikari Warriors lunges at Mr. Big, seeking to grip the man by his thick neck before slamming him back-first into the nearest table.
COMBATSYS: Heidern has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Mr.Big blocks Heidern's Medium Throw.
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It's like a record screeching off the needle for Mister Big. Like a pervert caught with his pants down, his approach towards the fallen Ikari is cut off as someone else makes an appearance. His attention shifts towards the man that steps out, something about the man's very presence making him take a reflexive step backwards.
The Biggest Adam's Apple of Them All bobs in Mister Big's throat, and the Chrome Dome Don suddenly finds himself with a hand against his throat. His hands slap down on top of Heidern's -- and the fall through the table is braced, the struggle he puts up enough to prevent his back from breaking due to the force with which the Ikari Commander delivers him into the floor.
"Liam Neeson," he croaks out, his wits rattled as he breaks the grip, kicking the one-eyed man away to scramble back to his feet. He swipes with a fighting stick to ensure his safety, giving the Commander the ol' stinkeye, as only someone with two eyes can.
"Heidern. So this slut is one of yours, is she?
"Heh. You sure know where to stick your dick in where it sure don't belong."
With that vulgar statement made, Mister Big slams a stick down onto the nearest table. It shatters, the round top spinning up into the air -- and into perfect range for a secondary strike. The table whooshes through the air towards Heidern, a big rotating piece of wood well-scarred by many a stripper's heels.
"You and the bitch, I'll fuck both of you!"
Yeah... yeah.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big successfully hits Heidern with Huge Thrown Object.
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Settling back into the tripod stance, Leona's eyes narrow-- one a little further than the other, as she winces. Trying her best to ignore the steadily-forming welt forming under her jaw, the Ikari Warrior starts to reflect on just about how badly this mission has gone pear-shaped... but it isn't over just yet. She can try to knock him flat on his ass one more time and go for the office in one fell swoop, or throw him into the tables and pounce before he has time to recover.
Shifting her weight, she gets ready to move, and then...
... The goddamn Heidernman.
Leona frowns, eyeballing Mister Big without giving a glance at the commander of the Ikari Warriors-- her father. There's a part of her that speaks like teenage rebellion, the urge and desire to stay and finish things, but she knows better than to try to argue with him at a time like this. In one place, they are father and daughter... albeit under awkward circumstances.
Here, it's soldier and commander.
Leona takes a few steps back before uttering a low, "Sir." In short order, the blue-haired girl has fled the scene, though she hesitates at the car... would everything be all right?
COMBATSYS: Leona takes no action.
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The Ikari Warrior remains stalwart and silent as Mister Big acknowledges him. He doesn't care if he confuses him for some other dashing old man; he just wants to get Leona out of here safely. This operation is too compromised to continue, and he sure as hell can't afford to lose one of his best soldiers.
But, there are a few things in this world you don't do.
One is insult Heidern's dead family.
Two is you don't fuck with the Ikari.
And three is you /don't call Leona a slut./
The man begins to take a step forward with Hellfire ablaze in his eyes; that table, however, intercepts. Slamming fiercely into the wiry soldier's frame, he's forced back, boot heels skidding across cheap linoleum floor before he plants his heels. The table top falls with a loud THUD to the floor. It would have killed a weaker man.
Gritting his teeth behind thinly-pressed lips, the Ikari soldier resumes his approach. His intent is simple: he will try to get in close to Mister Big and stab the man in his stomach with his bare hands. There's one small catch, however--his hand is glowing with misty, blood-red chi and if it lands, it will suck the life right out him.
Literally.
One thing at least comforts him: Leona listened to him, and she's now safe. /That/ means something to the old Solidier.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Big fails to interrupt Storm Bringer from Heidern with Blaster Wave.
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For the Biggest Man of Them All, he's now being given a very simple proposition. The whore has managed to exit; all that's left is an old man. They are, however, still in his establishment. "Don't wanna talk none, huh?" Mister Big goads Heidern, watching the approach, the glow of that hand.
Naturally, he's not about to take that kind of thing just lying down. He's the one who's meant to penetrate here, not the other way around!
To that end, he strikes his sticks together as if they were flint, only instead of sparks, there's the smell of ozone as he manifests his chi, nice and electric. It arcs between the two makeshift prongs, and he thinks he's got the timing down so that when Heidern makes the plunge, his sticks are coming up to catch the Ikari Commander.
"I'll tase ya, bro--urrk-"
Suffice it to say, Heidern moves a bit faster than the Chrome Dome Don had anticipated for such an old man. The sticks he thrusts forward fail to match the long arm of the Ikari, who plunges that hand into the firm middle of Mister Big.
It makes a matching entry to the one Leona herself made mere moments prior.
"You... fucker...!" Mister Big spits out, the electricity dying away from his fighting sticks. He spits more than just spit; specs of blood fill the air as he both says it and sprays it.
RIPPING his arm free of Big's insides, Heidern shows no mercy as blood spills from the vicious wound. He has no compassion or remorse for thugs like Big; they're a waste of space, even if they keep him employed with his soldiers.
"Your timing is off," he notes, the faintest hint of sarcasm in his tone.
Tossing his arm aside, the Ikari Warrior dismisses his leather glove of blood, deep brownish-red splattering across the dusty, busted-up floor of the club. By now, Leona has escaped. That's good--it's a concern he doesn't have to let interfere with his mission now.
But this wasn't a part OF the mission.
Half-turning the old Ikari just scoffs dryly.
"Southsynd is a pathetic shell now. Without the brains, this is nothing but a joke. Pack your shit and get out of Metro. No one wants you here."
And, should he not be interrupted, he'll walk off. Besides, they got what they need--Leona's reconnaissance has helped prove that some of its members are still desperately clutching to what little is left of Howard's empire. That means they need to get in touch with someone.
Someone named Haggar. MAYOR Mike Haggar.
COMBATSYS: Heidern takes no action.
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"--urkkk!!"
Staggering backa s the hand is withdrawn, Mister Bi is left to clutch at both the gaping wound and for a nearby table. He manages to hold his feet, just barely, watching after Heidern as the Ikari Commander makes his exit as swiftly as his entrance; agonizingly slow.
"You think you..." he begins, amidst pants for breath. "You think you can just... walk in here... and insult my Boobie Bungalow?!" Pushing himself upright, he slashes a bloody arm across the air in front of him, flicking blood through the air.
"Get the FUCK out of my house, you motherFUCKIN' BITCH!!"
Mister Big is, however, in no state to continue this, not when it seems that Heidern is going to withdraw; and no doubt tattle-tale on him to the authorities. That arm continues through the air, swinging the Biggest Man of Them All loose of the chair he's holding onto. He slips on the pool of his own blood, landing awkwardly, unable to stop the Ikari Commander from exiting.
"-ngguhhhh..." the Biggest Groan of Them All.
Mister Big's Boobie Bungalow is now closed for business.
Log created on 20:03:03 10/19/2010 by Mr.Big, and last modified on 22:05:36 10/22/2010.