Description: Krizalid is the latest member of NESTS to arrive in China to run some missions for Igniz. The bad part of all this is that Shadaloo had intercepted this information and Sagat was sent in to give Krizalid a proper greeting. The Perfect Clone fights the God of Muay Thai with both sides trying to send a message to the other.
Seething.
Krizalid had made his report about the Brazil incident shortly after recovering from his catatonic state. He'd done his best to compile the battle data fragments and blood samples from Rock Howard into a coherent package for his return. More accurately, his handlers had done their best to gather said while Krizalid stared in some perverse upper limit of anger at some far wall.
It's pretty pointless to approach Krizalid when he's like this--even dangerous. While the ongoing project is well known for his remarkable restraint around his fellow associates, he's almost as well known for what happens when it comes time to discipline those same. So, in the secluded train car, Krizalid gets relative peace and tranquility.
Swathed back in his full coat, the clone reclines in a comfortable first-class seat, his head tilted to one side as he absently chews up bits of the mahogany armrest at his side by worrying at it with a single claw. Curled spirals of wood shavings twist up from the armrest, falling over the side of the chair to rest forgotten at the cabin floor.
Rock Howard had talked of 'freedom.' What idiocy.
What most people didn't understand about Krizalid is that he had little desire for what the weak called 'freedom,' had little interest in pursuing a future for himself. The reason for that is, his whims all fell exactly in line with his ambition. And he was dead sure that he knew exactly where his future was. Some people didn't understand that. Rock Howard did though. Krizalid had made sure of it.
The white-haired clone smiles behind the standing collar of his coat.
It's a fine line between mania and the sublime for someone like Krizalid.
His voice is calm. Deadly so.
"Next time, Howard.."
Next time, Krizalid will rip his spine out for the insult.
So it seems like someone got on Vega's bad side more so than normal. Then again that implies Vega had a good side. One that wasn't a cast off gypsy that goes about causing trouble that is. Even so some feathers have been ruffled and it looks like China is going to become a rather nice warzone even after all the trouble in Taizou was finally starting to die down. Vega must be really annoyed if the likes of Sagat are being sent out to leave a message to the other side. The intel Marz had given him was that someone very imporant would be landing at the train station soon so Sagat may as well go and visit.
He was there early and he watched as the train that Krizalid was on pulled up to the station. That single eye focused on the train as he starts to march forward towards it. He rests a hand on the shoulder of one of the workers and he shakes his head and continues forward. The train is just rolling to a stop when there is some rumbling and the train shakes. The door to the cart that Krizalid is on is kicked in as people around the station start to scramble as a few scream..
He casually walks around to where he is standing near where the door is situated and he folds his arms over his chest. He remains standing there without saying a word and his single eye focused on who may come out. He hopes this is worth his troubles. He hasn't been in a good mood as of late and as much as he has trying not to fall back into his old ways it has been getting harder as of late
The entire traincar shifts, rocking ominously as chaos breaks loose in the station. People run screaming from every which direction as steel twists and flexes, snapping like plastic as the sliding door to Krizalid's car rips inward from the truck-like force of one of Shadaloo's elites, sending the entire plated mass folding through the car and ripping through the opposite end. Had anyone been sitting in the booth opposite the door, they would have been splatted like wax candy. Luckily, there's only open air where the booth was before, and the distant, tinny scream of panicked passengers.
But no one, absolutely no one comes to check on Krizalid. His handlers are nowhere in sight.
Logic is simple. They don't know there's a Shadaloo attack.
As far as anyone knows, Krizalid might have just lost it again. And nobody wants to be at ground zero for that. There's more important things to do. Like beginning the coverup. That's what Krizalid's handlers are actually /for/--not making sure he's at all healthy or okay, but seeing to it that the executive's wake is appropriately cleaned of bodies.
As his train car rocks and is nigh torn in half in a single blow, the experiment's seat rocks back and forth, causing spiky silver hair to shift directions with the movement, almost comically lop-sided in one direction. Seems like he's the target of an attack. The clone doesn't even look up from the floor. He takes a slow, deep breath. Internally, his battlesuit's suboptic heads-up display begins flashing all sorts of warnings, initializing and running conflict resolution patterns and detaching itself as an orphan client in response to the threat recognition and the subsequent rise in Krizalid's heartbeat. But the clone doesn't even blink when his train car is almost knocked over.
He grins, standing slowly from his seat.
An instant later, four molten-hot streaks flash through the aluminum and steel skin of the train car he's on on Sagat's side, looking for all time like some giant animal was being kept inside the car. With an explosion of force and crackling light, the car disgorges molten contents onto the train platform beside Sagat, slag of what at some point may have been a table. A boot sets into the rapidly cooling morass.
Lightning grips the side of the slashed-open steel, arcing from the containment ribs on Krizalid's left arm. Out of what was apparently a flash fire, the experiment steps halfway out of the car in dread silence. Between him and Sagat, it looks like a bomb ripped open the train. That's probably what the news will report.
His eyes lock on Sagat's impossibly tall frame, glaring balefully. "Hope you've got a good epitaph ready," Krizalid hisses from behind his coat. It miraculously survived the explosion. "I /hate/ being disturbed.."
That sort of display may cause less seasoned fighters to have doubt about what they just did. Sagat on the other hand has had to deal with the likes of Vega for years now and he seems hardly impressed by the display made by Krizalid as he just destroys that train car further. He just looks downwards towards the smaller man and he seems to consider just what this man might be able to do. He shows no fear so he is probably a higher up. Hopefully that means he has some potential to put up a good fight. After that embarassment from the other day when dealing with Gen the Muay Thai fighter could use some stress relief.
"Epitaphs are for cowards who expect to die." he simply replies and he unfolds his arms. "I don't know who you are, but I assume you are the one I was supposed to greet." he then raises a large leg upwards again and quickly strikes. It snaps forward and his foot aims to connect right against the side of Krizalid's head and give the other fighter a proper greeting. "Vega sends his regards. He could not be here to greet you personally. He is a very busy man." Sagat says in a rather flat tone. His expression hasn't even changed a bit during this entire time.
COMBATSYS: Sagat has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Krizalid has joined the fight here.
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Krizalid 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Sagat
COMBATSYS: Krizalid endures Sagat's Light Kick.
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Krizalid 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Sagat
Krizalid stares at Sagat as he utters the name 'Vega.' His eyes narrow as Sagat kicks him, knocking the clone back onto the train car--in truth, something he expected, but his gaze is momentarily flooded with stars. "The fat tyrant king, you mean!?" The clone snaps quickly, without regard for what is liable to be a rather massive headache. His eyesight returns to his left eye momentarily. After Rock Howard, this might be a little interesting. Of course, he doesn't need to know who Sagat is--there's not many people who wouldn't recognize the once-heralded and celebrated Emperor--no, God of Muay Thai.
His battlesuit's gonna get a workout tonight.
Krizalid dips his head into his collar, engaging a mnemonic. A series of pneumatic pops signalling the systematic release of every one of the fifteen latches securing his coat to his body. He won't be able to just hold back this time like he did against Howard. Not in his condition, and not against this kind of opponent. He can't say he's not enthused about the kind of violence one of Shadaloo's own is able to dole out.
"Let's see what kind of regards he likes to send.."
He's at what he's calculated to be the optimal distance already. He cuts into the air savagely with a high kick, the force of his movement blowing his coat across the traincar as Krizalid fills it with a massive cyclone of wind, the teeth of Gaia's comb ripping through and out of the cabin towards Sagat's body, as Krizalid moves to grind the titan to nothing beneath a hail of knives.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid successfully hits Sagat with Typhon's Rage "S".
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Krizalid 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Sagat
It is a title that could probably still stick with Sagat if he cared about such things. Adon only holds that title because the elder fighter does not care about holding that lofty position anymore. Let that fool have his fun as long as it keeps him away from Sagat. Of course that has changed recently too. He is pretty sure Vega decided to drag Adon into the fold of things just to spite Sagat since he has been rather argumentive with Vega as of late. That is probably also why he is the one being sent on this sort of mission.
He is unsure just what Krizalid can do, but he is quick to find out from the looks of it. He soon finds himself raising his arms to try and protect his face as he feels cuts being made across his torso and arms. The wind barely blows him backwards though and before long he lowers his arms and he gives a nod. "I suppose we will find out." He then reaches for Krizalid in an attempt to drag the fighter closer so he can deliver some powerful knees to the other fighter. It would be three in total if he is successful before he would just shove Krizalid back into the wreckage of the train car again.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid fails to interrupt Tiger Rage from Sagat with Lethal Impact.
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Krizalid 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Sagat
The following exchange is brutal. As Sagat snatches the wily clone off of his feet, Krizalid makes a passing attempt to grip the offending arm to release a vicious attack of his own. Unfortunately, Krizalid doesn't have the kind of time that he thought he did from the mountainous man's long limbs. Being yanked off of his feet bodily, Sagat's knee drives into him with absolute authority, throwing the clone back in through the gouge in the train car and almost putting him through one of the booths.
Energy snaps off of Krizalid's body as files load into his active memory about Muay Thai and the art of eight limbs. Krizalid gives something halfway between a cough and a laugh. There's a difference between what is commonly accepted as Muay Thai and the style that Sagat uses. The difference.. is a matter of magnitude.
Energy begins to crackle white hot about his claws as Krizalid gets his wits about him, looking over his shoulder. The idea that they might have sent someone like this to handle him... Krizalid grins bloodily. Good. Good. It saves him the trouble of having to look for them. There is a 'fire' in his blood already.. and it's aching to get out.
The clone begins to circle.
It probably should be an honor to be greeted by one of the elite. Krizalid might just be lucky he didn't get to run into one of Vega's more favored minions as of late like Juri. Sagat realizes this man he is up against has power, but he is unsure of the full extent of what Krizalid can do. He is bordering on taking his time to see wha may happen or make one proper exclamation point right off the bat. It is a tough decision to make as he decides to go with the latter. "I hope you appreciate the effort we go through to welcome guests into our country."
The larger fighter stomps forward again as he closes the distance between the two once again. "I hope we can give your employer a proper greeting if he so desires to stop by and say hi." he actually grins when saying that and he once again brings up a leg. This time it perhaps isn't as quick, but it is more powerful as he attempts to plant his heel right into the chest of Krizalid to keep the man down. It is rather hard to summon all that wind when not being able to get up afterall.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid blocks Sagat's Medium Kick.
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Krizalid 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Sagat
His wrists pop slowly as he flexes his claws.
Interesting thing, those; while it was clear that Krizalid did, in fact, have human hands, for most situations he elected to wear these gloves, part of his battlesuit--which fused thousands of tungsten alloy filaments together ot gain the best heat and strength properties in a set of inhuman claws. Thoguh bulky and unsuitable for most simple tasks, it made him different than the others. It made something unquestionable about him. It was a reminder.
"Oh, I'm sure we'll be making ourselves quite comfortable here shortly," Krizalid soothes, his body shifting as Sagat plants his heel against the splinted armor of his arms.
He attempts to overwhelm Sagat's guard in that moment, breaking through past his powerful leg as he extends it, sliding lower than is seemingly human. Sagat is unsure about Krizalid's strength. He is testing him, trying to see how strong he is. Krizalid aims to make the man see exactly how much of a mistake that is, to kill him before he has a chance to realize that he's squandered the advantage. Because... Krizalid's talons are a reminder.
He tries to knock Sagat off his feet with a short leap from inside his range, the clone's long legs curling as his knees reach his chin in an instant. He'll pin the mountain's throat beneath his crushing boot in an explosive kick.
Holding him there with strangling force at his whim, Krizalid's goal will be to rip him apart, piece by bloody piece, in a frenzy of flashing tungsten-alloyed claws and dark, immobilizing lightning. His talons are a reminder that above all things, everyone and everything who isn't on his side is before his eyes nothing but potential prey.
COMBATSYS: Sagat interrupts Desperate Overdrive from Krizalid with Tiger Uppercut EX.
- Power hit! -
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Krizalid 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Sagat
It is true. Sagat has done many things that he would regret in the past. Gloating over Ryu instead of finishing him off properly, letting Adon defeat him to take his title as well. This would not be one of those times. It just seems Krizalid took the wrong train into China tonight and he will be having a healthy reminder that he will have to watch his back while in this country. He frowns as Krizalid moves rather quickly and while he does get somewhat of a jump on the larger fighter things just don't go quite as planned.
That foot slams into Sagat's throat and it sends him staggering back, but instead of falling he just leans forward and his arm swings upwards. "TIIIIIGEEEEEEEER...." he growls as he brings that mighty fist up and slams into Krizalid while taking to the air. All his weight is put into that mighty blow as he rockets into the air and twists about. He lands with ease on the ground afterwards and he shakes his head. "I hope you aren't the best they have." he calmly states while letting out a sigh.
Krizalid is blown clear through the roof of the car, metal twisting and ripping as the heated experiment finds himself on what's left of the train car adjacent, wounded, and probably laying in a puddle of his own blood. You know, it's almost comical, watching him try to get up, groaning. Slipping in his own blood, and falling again. "Ugh--" but.. something seems off about the way Krizalid is trying to get up. His suboptics are warning him, telling him that he's taken too much damage, that the fighter level evaluated is likely much higher than he'd be able to cope with. But Krizalid doesn't have the attitude of someone who just got a fist planted through him.
No--the experiment.. is laughing.
He slips again, hitting the ground with a laugh. "What-- what a rush..."
As he finally just locks a boot to the aluminum roof of the traincar below him, the so-called ultimate clone manages to grip enough ground that being coated in his own blood isn't an impediment, his spine bending in altogether interesting ways, knees locking as he straightens out just in time to hear the solemn mountain utter some choice things about him. "You neandertal," Krizalid laughs, bitterly. You'll notice the blood puddle he's standing in is boiling, evaporating into sickly pinkish trails of mist around his whip-lean body. Every muscle of his stands out as one of Krizalid's eyes opens much, much wider than the other as he shows all 28 of his white teeth to Sagat, the a flash of light in a sudden burst of fire at his feet reflecting off of his canines.
Fire /melts/ steel with every breath he takes. The clone stretches out every kink in his injured body, savoring the pain. "I'll fucking _eat_ you when I'm done," the clone snarls, opening a claw and raising it, the motion trailing Kusanagi's sacred fire. In the center of the burgeoning conflagration that is Krizalid, his smile has gone away, leaving only a deadly, haunting stare from somewhere within the living burn.
"But first.. tough meat like you needs to be boiled."
An instant later, both cars ahead of Krizalid are on fire and ripped through, the clone tearing through the entire mass of steel from where he stands, the force of something vaguely reminscent of Orochinagi itself enough to turn the entire thing to slag. Can Sagat handle that kind of heat?
COMBATSYS: Sagat blocks Krizalid's End of Heaven.
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Krizalid 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 Sagat
It is hard for Sagat to handle any sort of threat. Not to mention it is even harder for him to handle a threat coming from someone who is sitting there slipping in his own blood in an attempt to get up. He just nods when he is told he will be devoured by the time this fight is over. It only causes Sagat to smirk a bit. Perhaps a bit of the old him is starting to leak back. He has to admit he is rather enjoying this. To see his target hurt like this and still trying to put up a fight. He steps forward even as Krizalid begins to build up that firey aura about him and he releases those flams that tear apart the train cars and melt steel. Sagat raises his arms to cover up his face to take on the brunt of the pain. Even so his own energy is coursing through his body and protecting him for the most part.
"So you wish to eat me. Let me see how you like this little slice." he comments as he lowers his arms and his hands reach to grasp Krizalid once more. If he can get a firm grip he just lifts the clone upwards and he looks over towards the ground below. He then just up and chucks Krizalid off the top of the car and onto the ground before jumping off to follow him. This guy talks alot of shit, but Sagat is interested in seeing just how much more punishment Krizalid can even handle.
COMBATSYS: Sagat successfully hits Krizalid with Tiger Carry.
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Krizalid 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Sagat
The clone hits the ground, hard.
Seeing people just storm through his fire doesn't quite /scare/ Krizalid, no. There is nothing on Earth that actually genuinely terrifies Krizalid. There are more ... permanent punishments than death administered in the dark Heaven. No, Krizalid is hardly terrified. Instead, he is angered. Here is someone who just wantonly strides through his fire--/his/, the attuned strength of the strongest form of the Kusanagi fire--as if it's nothing. Boiling steel in this case has nothing on Krizalid's boiling blood. The clone curls up from the pain and misery, a dark and seething light curtaining his eyes.
It's as expected.
The shearing, melting forwards have all but destroyed the train, but someone tough like the man that stood before him wasn't going to falter to that alone. No. That's why Krizalid had to hit him hard. To wear down that energy that his suit is having trouble tracking through Sagat's arms. His suit was truthfully shutting down, as surely as the rest of his body was. But now. Now? He's gonna make that elephant pay.
The air around him boils. A curtain of fire parts the air as Krizalid spreads a deadly wing of sacred flame. And then a second, as he gets to his feet, his back arched as he lurches over, staring underneath the deadly cut of his brow at the man towered before him. At this point, anyone within a certain radius of Krizalid is just going to catch fire and burn up immediately. He's no longer really cognizant of the world around him. Logic doesn't even enter into it. Krizalid.. /wants/ something. More in that moment than anything else. He wants it. And he's going to take it.
"...I wonder," Krizalid agonizingly breathes, his voice dark and sibillant with implied threat, as if he fed off of the suppressed sadism and rage that he invokes in Sagat by doing so. "I wonder...if a cyclops' eye is a lucky charm."
With one beat of those infernal wings, the ultimate clone, more a wretched thing than human now, launches himself with scalding and white-hot fire-limned claws dead towards Sagat's throat.
As good a time as any to find out.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Sagat interrupts End of Eden from Krizalid with Tiger Destruction+.
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Too many years and too much training to perfect himself to the point his own nation considered him a god is what keeps something like the heat of Krizalid's flames from subduing Sagat. A lesser fighter would perhaps be burnt to ash but now, but Sagat is mostly showing the slight reddening of his skin from being so close to the powerful Kusanagi flames that the clone wields. That single eye narrows at the question that is posed and the moment he sees Krizalid leaping forward he leans into action as well. A loud roar comes from the large fighter as he brings up a knee and slams into Krizalid even as he can feel the claws graze his throat and leave even more cuts along his flesh. "Something you will never find out." Is all he says before unleashing hell.
His fists ignite with his own energy. They glow like miniature suns as he slams one into Krizalid's face on his way down. He doesn't even give the clone time to fall and hit the ground as he swings a foot forward to kick upwards and keep him airbourne as he springs up in one, two, three quick uppercuts before his bloodied fist glows even brighter upon delivering one more uppercut that sends Krizalid high into the air and away from where Sagat stands. He lands once again while breathing rather heavily. He exerted more energy that he thought he did, but it was worth it. A message was sent ors o he hopes.
He steps over closr to where Krizalid landed and he gives a nod. "I hope you feel worthy to deserve the honor of that attack. I developed it for the soul purpose of defeating my ultimate rival." he comments and he then turns about. "Enjoy your stay in China, worm." He should finish the job, but honestly he doesn't feel like it is worth it. His job is done as far as he is concerned. For now he is going to return to the helicopter that landed not far from the station and return to base.
COMBATSYS: Sagat has ended the fight here.
He climbs Sagat like an angry alley cat.
His talons lock around Sagat's throat--and for a second, Krizalid tastes victory.
You see, Krizalid understands that there are certain people in the world who are--for the moment, at least, stronger than him, potential strength being something different wholly than absolute strength. But there is also a certain point to which he doesn't care. A creature of the night and the back alley, Krizalid's every instinct wants blood, and when he's like this, in the end it doesn't matter how much of his own he has to spill before he gets it. Every fist, every kick has all lead up to this moment, before he cuts Sagat open like a Christmas turkey...
But it goes wrong quickly.
A second sun slams into him, flooding his face and blinding him, shattering his senses to nothing. A moment later, a kick sends him into the sky, the man broken in half over several deadly uppercuts, his body literally still aglame from his own attack. When it's all said and done, Krizalid crashes into the pavement like a flaming meteor, his body hissing and sizzling, popping from his own power. There is no blood coming from him, the wounds cauterized, and the pools of it that landed with him burned into twin scars in the earth in the shape of curving marks reminiscent of skeletal wings.
Krizalid's lip raises as Sagat towers over him. "I.." nrgh.. "...see you again... soon.."
The clone blacks out.
Log created on 22:34:38 10/23/2010 by Sagat, and last modified on 01:56:02 10/24/2010.