Description: Adon's got a... volatile temper. And he's had a really bad past few weeks, as it were. Then Frei has to unknowingly reference Sagat and then all hell breaks loose. Though the chi sage loses out in the end, he makes both a bold statement to and a curious request of the Muay Thai Jaguar at the fight's end. (Winner: Adon)
"KYA HA HAAAA!"
Adon sits in his corner of the great boxing arena, set right out on the flight line of the Southshore International Airport. Red, Blue, And Gold ropes line the raised arena, held about 5 feet above the ground. Stands surround the arena, filled with fans ready for the Neo-League fight. The stage was specially made for this fight, at the pressure of the Emperor of Muay Thai himself, Adon.
And he was stoked.
Adon was filled with the Muay Thai spirit, the angry energy of the jungle cat. He was excited for this match. Why, even took the time to beat up that weak fool of a construction worker, just to satisfy the bloodlust on his lips. Rust was his name? Or was it Howard. Hanging his arms around the ropes, the Emperor leans back on his stool, leg crossed. Nose twisted up, he was sneering at his opponent. Eyes blazing with an aloof, arrogant confidence, he glances a moment at the cameras being set up.
Loudly, Adon forces a yawn.
As he told Gen and Rust, Frei is off to travel. His time in Taizhou made a conspicuous gap in his skills apparent, and while Southtown has had much to teach the sword-sage during his time there, some thought in the back of his mind tells him he's not going to master the technique he needs within its bounds. It's something he's only seen done once, by a person he appears to have 0 chance of tracking down... and so he has to look elsewhere. Other traditions, other philosophies... perhaps somewhere in the wider world he'll find his answer.
Proven fact: airports are a handy way to reach other countries.
Frankly, the red-haired fighter is sure that the Neo League people have a way to track fighters, somehow, because this is not the first time that, being at a particular location, he suddenly gets a text message, then a phone call, about participating in a bout. There's this ring, see? It's a promotional thing, and the challenger from the last fight is still hanging around, so if you don't have anything to do...?
And thus he walks across the tarmac to the ring, calm as ever. In truth, he hadn't been in a League battle for some time... or any battle that wasn't against killer ninjas or the like. A chance to just have a nice, plain old bout is quite appealing, on the whole. There's a few murmurs from the crowd as he approaches, then enters, the ring. Frei's not exactly INTERNET FAN FAVORITE but he's been at this for some time now... people know who he is.
For his own part, when Frei enters the ring, he tilts his head, drinking in the visage that is Adon, before squinting one eye partway shut and saying, slowly, "You look kinda familiar."
Compared to Adon? Frei was definitely getting the face vote from the crowd.
The Emperor knew little about Frei. First impressions were everything for Adon. And almost always, they were negative. Gazing over the small man, Adon snorts a moment, then tilts back his head in a high-pitched peal of laughter.
"KYA AHAHHA!"
Adon rises up from his stool, and swings his arms open. He turns around, focusing his attention to the crowd as he begins to bluster. "SO! FANS of the NEO-LEAGUE! Is this not AMUSING? Is this not a complete and utter shock? This so called FIGHTER! -FREI- -TSUKITOMI- -RENAAAAAAAARD-" The Emperor makes sure the drag out the last name in the same tone one would take while smelling 3 day old fish. Adon chuckles to himself, as he crosses his arms. Looking down on Frei, he shakes his head. "Such IGNORANCE is not to be expected of a MAN of your STATURE. Know me well, FREI! I am ADON! The EMPEROR of MUAY THAI! TWO TIME CHAMPION OF THE NEO-LEAGUE! And you are in the presence of a LIVING GOD of the ULTIMATE MARTIAL ART! Tell me, FREI. You are STUPID in the ways of WORLD FIGURES of the FIGHTING SCENE, but have you at least EDUCATED yourself in the ways of MUAY THAI? If not..."
Adon chuckles darkly.
"I can TEACH you, free of charge."
For the most part, Frei gives Adon a sort of expressionless stare once the rant begins. It's not a negative expression; he's not sitting there clearly wishing Adon would shut up, though he does squint both eyes and turn his head a little a few times, a clear sign that he wishes Adon would at least be a little less loud. He considers, at least for a moment, that Adon has a point, too. Why be a professional fighter and not at least know some of the bigger names on the circuit? In the end, though, it's something he shrugs off for the most part. He came to fight, and the people came to see a fight, so he'll make the most of it.
Even if it's looking like one of 'those' kinds of fights.
"...Nice to meet you too," he says, once the tirade appears to be over. He bows lightly, then steps back to his corner of the ring, adopting an open stance and bringing his right hand back so that it hovers over the somewhat-visible 'hilt' of a wooden sword slung through his back belt loops like a makeshift scabbard. "And I might learn something this fight, though I don't think I need any Muay Thai... I have my own style." A faint smile, the 'no harm done?' sort of smile, before he continues. "Shall we?"
Adon looks over Frei, judging him so viciously. Just another low-ranked wannabe, easy pickings for Adon's journey to once again secure another NL championship. Adon chuckles softly again. "It is WONDERFUL to meet you, Frei. But first, what about the most important part of any fight between WORLD WARRIORS? A sign of comradeship." As the judge motions for the two fighters to prepare the fight, the Emperor draws out his hand, reaching to Frei in a friendly handshake.
"What do you say. May the best man win?"
Adon smiles very sweetly.
Now, there's two ways this can go.
1.) Adon's sincere, handshake made, fight starts.
2.) Adon's insincere, sneak attack follows, fight starts.
Since step 3 is the important step, Frei walks forward, doing his best to look guileless. In his opinion -- considering Adon started the league match by shouting about how terrible Frei is, pretty much -- option 2 is pretty likely. But the important thing about the chi expert's psyche to know is that even when it is clear doing so will cost him, he makes every attempt to believe in people. To Frei, the choice is ultimately Adon's; whether the fight starts with a bow and a flying knee to the face on the count of 3, or an attempted arm bar by someone with a chip on their shoulder, the result is inevitably the same. The universe will judge.
So he really does extend his hand out and shake if need be. "That's usually how it goes."
Adon grips Frei's hand tightly. He keeps up that sweet, sweet smile. Shaking his hand, firmly, he keeps up that corn-fed smile. "You are a very trusting man, Frei. I like that in my opponents. I'll have to remember you Frei." Adon nods knowingly, before releasing the hand. Stepping back, he drops into the defensive stance of Muay Thai.
"Now, PREPARE for the JAGGA MIGHT!"
Smile gone, the Emperor explodes. Adon's arm begins to swing in a tight, controlled arc as he rushes forward. Trying to rush into Frei's personal space, that long, power arc was aiming straight for his opponent's upper torso. It was well telegraphed, designed for Frei's attention to be tied to it. Adon's southpaw was the second part of the advance. As the right fist comes crashing across at the top, a sharp, short jab suddenly lashed out in tandem to Frei's lower torso. Frei might be able to block one or the other. But Adon was hoping he would attempt both, and succeed neither.
"KYAAAA!"
COMBATSYS: Adon has started a fight here.
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Adon 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Frei has joined the fight here.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Adon
COMBATSYS: Frei fails to interrupt Strong Punch from Adon with Medium Throw.
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Frei 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Adon
Well... he does 'succeed neither,' but Frei doesn't actually attempt to block either of Adon's strikes. Instead, he decides to take a cue from his opponent and actually take the initiative. A telegraphed blow is a telegraphed blow, of course; Frei actually snaps out a hand and latches it around Adon's wrist right before the Jaguar's fist can impact with his face. However, the expected followup where he shifts his weight forward and slams Adon to the ground is cut short by the stomach blow that follows it... a blow that Frei knew was coming, but hoped to cut off with his own counterattack instead. Grimacing a little, he steps back a few paces, gingerly rubbing his stomach with one hand, but then he's back in stance, watching Adon closely. That stung a bit, but he's had worse and come back from worse, too.
"Not bad," he says with a faint smile, preparing himself for the next assault. "But I thought Muay Thai was all about kicks? I don't really know the style, though... only the people I've seen on TV who do it. That bartender lady with the blonde hair... that bald guy from Thailand..." Oh, Frei. You're not doing it on purpose, but this was not a wise decision.
As Adon surprises Frei with the powerful punches, he seems to gain raw pleasure from the strike. Knocking his opponent back, he is continuing to advance forward, keeping up the momentum he that he has built up. "Foolish boy! MUAY THAI is MORE than just kicks. Perhaps I! ADON! The EMPEROR OF MUAY THAI! Will teach you ALL eight limbs of MUAY THAI!"
And then Frei goes and mentions the bald guy.
"DO NOT MENTION THAT FOOL!" Adon screams, his mocking, condenscending demeanor falling away to pure, red-faced rage. "I AM THE TRUE EMPEROR! SAGAT IS NOTHING! A NO NAME! I SPIT AND LAUGH AT HIS FEEBLE WAYS! GGGGRRARAAAAH!" Adon starts charging, and he doesn't stop. He was almost tackling Frei with the way he was closing in, trying to force the pair of them into a clinch. If he could get the grip on Frei, he would wrap his hands around the other fight's neck, and begin to ram his knee into Frei's torso, attempting to hammer that same spot where his first fist landed again and again. After all, the first time is a bruise, the second time is internal bleeding.
Third was usually terminal.
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Frei with Jaguar Slam.
- Power hit! -
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Frei 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Adon
Hm. Apparently he's got a thing about the bald guy.
Really, what can you do when you trigger someone's tender spot? Frei really has about enough time to blink in confusion at Adon suddenly hulking out in Jaguar Wage(tm) and frankly, after that it's mostly a blur, meaning Adon lands... well. Some really nasty hits. Frei stumbles backwards, coughing, after they break apart, and then narrows his eyes a little. Internal bleeding, well... you'll have to hit harder than that. On the other hand, he'd rather not have that happen a second time.
This might be why he suddenly twists and, thrusting his palm forward at Adon, detonates a microburst of wind between the two, looking to frankly blast Adon across the arena like a twig in a hurricane. "...back off."
COMBATSYS: Adon blocks Frei's Reiki.
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Frei 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Adon
Adon holds Frei in his grips long enough to just MANGLE him. That's two hits in the same spot. Strike three, and Frei would be approaching out. The emperor's blood lust was only growing now. The berserker frenzy in his heart wanted to grab Frei by the back of his neck, and worry him until every bone in his body was broken.
"Is that all that FREI can say? MY! You seem to only know when to speak when it SERVES to insult your BETTERS!" Adon screeches mockingly as Frei unleashes a blast of chi. Adon brings up his arms, letting the blast strike his arms. Oh, it hurts, that's for certain. The Emperor's arms notably bleed as the energy arcs over them. But as for the twig portion, Adon footing makes him stand stronger than Oak. Instead of opening up the distance between them, Adon was still close.
And ready to kill.
"It is time for you to learn the KICKS of MUAY THAI!" Adon screams, leering. "Tell me, Frei; Tell me how your torso feels after the THIRD blow. Lets see if I can break through your SKIN this TIME! JAGGA!" Adon drops his guard and swings his leg in a smooth, strong motion. The kick was swift, and the reach was long. But Adon was aiming for the same point as before. He could hit anywhere else. He could aim for a more tactical location. But Adon was becoming aggressive well beyond the point of recklessness. This attack wasn't going to try and win the fight for Adon.
It was going to try and cripple Frei.
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Frei with Medium Kick.
~ Cruel hit! ~
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Frei 1/----===/=======|=====--\-------\0 Adon
Hm. If nothing else, Frei's learning a lot about what emotion can do to people, right there. He squints a little at Adon's reaction, because without knowing anything about the Sagat/Adon history, all he can tell is that 1.) Adon gets a little spastic when he comes up and 2.) this gives him superpowers of some kind, because for all his deceptive toughness and generally speaking strong ability to deal with attacks, Adon's just blowing through his defenses like they weren't even there at this point. There's a shifting of limbs, the hint that he might be trying to deflect that kick a little bit, but it slams right into his stomach, just like the previous few attacks. Well, okay then.
For a moment, he clutches a hand down to his stomach, then brings it up and wipes a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, taking deep breaths. "You're pretty strong... moreso when you're angry, looks like." His hand comes up in front of him, starting to shimmer with a hazy aura, a bit like the distortion you get in the air when it's extremely hot. "Which... well." He wipes his hand across his mouth again, then shrugs. "I'm not sure that's the sort of strength I'd want to use casually though, you know?"
And then his hand grips the wooden sword and he's slicing the distance between himself and Adon. Of course, if the Jaguar just tries to avoid the sword, he might yet be clipped by the gout of flame that erupts in its wake...
COMBATSYS: Frei successfully hits Adon with Shinra Banshou.
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Frei 0/-------/-------|=======\==-----\1 Adon
And then Frei is upon Adon, and what happens next is... visually impressive, to say the least. The line of flame made by his sword's cutting path suddenly erupts, exploding outward into the shape of a massive phoenix's wing. "Flames, burn!"
But by the time he's said it, Frei's coming around for a second strike, a downward cut. Again, he doesn't bother impacting with the sword; it's just a focus for the hammer-like wall of concussive force that accompanies the path of the strike. "Earth, crush!"
And then a third strike, a spinning horizontal blow with a massive slash wave of silver-gold, metallic light that rings like a struck tuning fork if it connects. "Metal, sing out!"
But the combination continues, and each successive strike -- like the cycle of the five elements themselves -- flows right from one to the next, never stopping, a constant onslaught of elemental energy. Another downward cut, a crashing wave of icy water trailing after it. "Water, flow!"
Finally, he makes one last spin, thrusting the blade forward... surrounded by crackling blue-white lightning, which he basically spears right through Adon's body like a lightning bolt. "Wood, fall like a storm!" The attack made, the deed done, Frei slowly slides the wooden sword back into his belt loops, breathing out quietly, and taking a few steps back. Point made, he hopes.
Adon hits for the third time, letting the resounding pain shatter his opponent. He could taste it. Frei was on the ropes. It was time to finish him off. Well, was time, at the very least. When Frei rises up. Adon snickers to himself. "My anger is the LEAST of your worries, boy. Now, to END your with the mercy that I! Adon! The EMPEROR of MUAY THAI! Am so well known fo-"
"GGRAAAAGH!"
When Frei erupts, Adon hardly has time to evade. He tries to dodge, but the fact is that that last aggressive strike simply threw him too far off balanced. The counter attack is brutal every step of the way. The Emperor was not prepared for THIS much power from the boy. The fire burns his flesh easily, and just as easily, the strange wooden swordsman shifts to a new element. The third shift tears into him, the ringing to his ears. He grows numb for just a moment, until the water snaps him to his senses. As the last element is unleashed, Adon is sent flying to the far side of the ropes, his body smoking, bleeding widely over his chest, limbs, and body. He spirals right for the post where he started out from....
And flips around, catching the post by his feet.
Leaping from the post, the pole rips from the arena floor as the Emperor launches himself right back at Frei. His body was still burning, but not from Frei's chi, oh no. His body was burning with his own Muay Thai energy. His aura was boiling to the surface, orange force rushing over him. The Emperor began to flip through the air, his heel rising high up into the air. Hopefully to catch his opponent off guard, Adon swiftly drives a chi-laced heel down upon the skull of Frei.
"JAGGA KEEK!"
And without touch the ground, he screams again as he flips again, bringing the heel down a second time.
"JAGGA KEEK!"
And for the third, and final time, he flips, bringing both heels down to spike his opponent deep and hard into the floor of the Arena.
"JAAAAAGGA KEEK!"
At least, this was the plan if he wasn't interrupted.
COMBATSYS: Frei blocks Adon's Jaguar Revolver.
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Frei 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Adon
Not that easily. Just as Adon couldn't be put down in one go, Frei's much the same; he'll keep on going until he can't anymore, and the point at which 'can't anymore' becomes reasonable, for him, is surprisingly high. As the first Jaguar Kick slams into the arena floor, practically cracking it, Frei hops a step back. Had that been all of the attack, he'd have been satisfied, but Adon's going to keep right on going. The second chi-charged heel strike slams into Frei's upraised arm, blunting the force, and the final one Frei catches on the wooden sword, which somehow manages not to snap like a twig under the terrible force of Adon's strike. The two seem locked in combat in defiance of gravity for a moment; if that sword were metal, Adon's kick would be giving off sparks, most likely, but eventually the clash breaks and the fighters jump apart.
Breathing heavily, Frei re-'sheathes' the sword. He doesn't attack; in truth, after that assault he's lucky to even be on his feet, and whatever strength he found to resist it appears to have had a price that he is now forced to pay. "Say what you want about this fight," the redhead says, voice labored from his heavy breathing, "but I'm learning quite a bit about a few specific things."
COMBATSYS: Frei gains composure.
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Frei 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Adon
Adon tightens his jaw with anger as, against all odds, Frei refuses to fall. "Give it UP already! I have ALREADY WON! You should simply surrender with your DIGNITY INTACT!" Dropping the the Arena floor as the last kick is deflected by the sword. It does not give sparks, unfortunately, and only simply burns off more of Adon's dwindling energy. He is growing more and more tired. But as Frei takes a rest...
Adon pushes the offense again.
Adon runs across the arena, his body burns with the frustration of a man being denied what he wants. "You have learned LITTLE from your BEAT DOWN! It seems that it is TIME for my FINAL EXAMINATION. A lesson on how the WEAK must serve the STRONG! And where I AM STRONG! YOU! ARE! WEAK!!!!" Leaping through the air, Adon attempts to wrap his hands around Frei's neck again. Unlike before, though, he would mount himself on Frei's shoulders for a moment, before flipping over the man's head. Using the leverage, he would proceed to chuck the fighter dead across the arena, trying to slam him right into the post... or possibly out of the arena.
Just whatever would cause more raw pain.
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Frei with Jaguar Carry.
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Frei 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Adon
With the ache in his forearms, there's no way Frei's going to be able to block another one of those assaults, even if Adon's followup isn't exactly as overwhelming as the last one. But his foot speed's not his strong point, even if his study of Adon during this fight has given him a moment of unusual insight into the fighter's psychology, all things considered. He attempts to lunge backwards out of the way of Adon's leap, but doesn't quite make it in time; as a result, he slams against the edge of the arena, which splinters with a nasty cracking sound. For a second, it looks like Adon might have managed to make good on his threat.
Then, well... Frei gets back up.
"Listen," he says hoarsely, brushing both his dark red bangs and equally dark red blood out of his eyes, hunched forward a little bit. How the hell is he still on his feet? "This is a fight. You've clearly got some... issues to work through. But I don't want to be lectured by you about dignity, understand?" Finding the energy to fully stand, he brings one hand up, glowing blue-white, the cold, pale glow illuminating the suddenly impassive expression on the usually friendly face. "There's only so much I can put up with."
He clenches the glowing hand into a fist. There's a moment where Adon can feel the air around him getting colder... the only warning he has to either react or face the consequences, as the air around him literally flash freezes, looking to encase the Jaguar -- if only for an ephemeral second -- in a tomb of ice.
COMBATSYS: Adon parries Frei's Hatsuyuki!
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Frei 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Adon
Adon finishes spiking Frei, hurling his foe across to the edge of the Arena. Landing on the ground, the emperor rises up from the ground. It looks like that did it. A look of pure, self-satistified arrogance came over the emperor's face. "LESSON OVER! The WINNER! A-"
"GAAAAAGH?!"
Adon looks outraged and purely offended as Frei rises up. His words dance over his ears, but Adon's fists tighten. "Then I am finished with the LECTURES! As I told the WEAK and SIMPLE MINDED RUST HOWARD BEFORE THIS FIGHT..." Adon readies himself as Frei clenches his own fist, bringing up his guard as he readies for the attack. But as the air cools around him... Adon decides to take the opening.
"IT is TIME to put you OUT OF YOUR MISERY!"
The Emperor blasts through the air, charging first before a great leap. Leaning his body back, he brings out his foot as he aims a flying kick straight for Frei's chest. He was moving with pure power, pure speed, and if it struck squarely, fatal to many a weaker warrior. A Frei still focuses on his chi magic, Adon intended to take the opportunity. Hopefully, Adon would not miss. The fall over the edge of the arena would be ridiculously clumsy. The entire crowd would laugh.
But if he made contact, Frei might need to be traction.
"JAAAAAAAAGGA TOOTH!" Came the howl from the Emperor's lips as the single, powerful leg closes in to finish off Frei once and for all.
COMBATSYS: Frei blocks Adon's Jaguar Tooth EX.
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Frei 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Adon
Green eyes narrow.
Adon hurtles across the space like a rocket and Frei, against all logic, snaps up a hand and, rooting himself to the earth through a combination of chi mastery and sheer stupid resilience, *catches Adon's foot* in his hand. It's not a 'clean' catch; he doesn't gently redirect the energy, he eats it and then some, feeling it rumble through already weakened limbs. Bravado aside, he's probably out of it after that. Probably.
Almost assuredly.
But while he's got Adon there -- while he has that moment of sheer, sublime calm and a totally captive audience -- the sage's voice, practically a hiss, snarls back at Adon: "You're a small, petty little thug compared to him."
Then, well, he lets go. Hopefully, in the moments before Adon can recover -- and with what seems like the last of his strength -- Frei looks to grab Adon's wrist, twist it painfully, and then detonate another sphere of windy chi between the two. After that, well...
COMBATSYS: Frei can no longer fight.
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...after that, whatever happens, he grimaces and slumps forward, teeth gritted. He's awake, but in no state to keep fighting.
COMBATSYS: Adon interrupts Strong Throw from Frei with Rising Jaguar.
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Adon feels his foot caught, and his jaw drops. "How can this BE!" Adon twists his body as Frei tries to wrench. Frei almost catches the Emperor in a clinch, and the wind blast would have been a wonderful parting gift. But Frei's bravado brings out something near the surface of Adon's shallow skin.
He mentions Sagat again.
An ear-piercing scream erupts from the Emperor as a last gift, he begins hammering his knees deep into Frei's torso as the other TWISTS. There wasn't a reason for it. Frei was down for the count. Adon already had won. But no. Adon did it out of spite. Out of HATE! As the chi seared his body in passing, Adon stumbles back, the last knee strike going wild. He managed to tear into Frei even more.
And that was worth it.
Adon rises up, Frei remaining down. Hawking up, the Emperor spits on the downed body of the swordsman. As the judges call it for Adon, and the crowd... boos, cheers, and claps politely, nothing really breaking it out for this cruel, dishonorable mockery of the Art of Muay Thai. But Adon didn't care about them. He only cared about how he won. And these last words to Frei.
"Compared to him. I became a GOD."
Apparently, he's not done yet. Adon's got more he wants to dish out? While physically he can't keep the markers of pain away -- coughing up a little blood, tightening of his facial muscles, squinting of the brow -- inside, Frei's in a different place entirely. Part of him thinks, for just a moment, that it's an unjust world, that this... creature in front of him, this live wire of rage and despair, should say such things about Rust, who Frei learned quite a lot about, all things told, when they sparred just a little while ago.
"Are you?" he coughs out, as a few of the crew nurses haul him to his feet, dabbing at bleeding wounds and scrapes. "You might have beat Mr. Rust, that much I can believe." Despite Rust's apparently inhuman toughness, Frei knows the experience gap would be Rust's greatest enemy fighting Adon one-on-one. "But I doubt you broke him. You're only defeated when you're really, truly broken... and someone broke you, that's pretty clear."
He's not a psychic... but Frei has excellent intuition, and is a pretty strong judge of character. He's taking a gamble here; despite the League staff clustered around him, if Adon decides he wants to rip Frei's throat out there's not much some nurses and rentacops are gonna do besides slow him down. But the point is that if something needs saying, it needs saying.
"I wouldn't mind fighting you again once you master the fear that's driving you," he says plainly. "I'd be interested to see what your style is like then."
Adon's fists tighten in rage as Frei's words reach him. No. He won. He is the master of everything. He had the last words. He should have victory in not only the physical sense, but the spiritual sense as well. But he did not want to kill Frei, no. Frei was a fair opponent, ultimately speaking. And while he was mangled in the fight, and while Adon himself was ruthless... Adon saw no reason to make a scene.
So instead, he glares.
"No! NO! You do not know! I am ADON! I FEAR NOTHING! I am STRONG! Nothing can break me! NO ONE CAN BREAK ME! NOT SAGAT! NOT ALMA! NO ONE! I AM ADON! THE EMPEROR OF MUAY THAI! DO NOT PITY ME! I WILL... I WILL PITY YOU!"
Adon screams, and marches off, heading to the ropes. Bowing once, he seems ready to throw himself over.... before looking back. "I look forward to beating you again, Frei. And you can learn more about my ultimate technique of Muay Thai!"
And with that, Adon leaves the Arena. His own men will tend to his wounds.
COMBATSYS: Adon has ended the fight here.
Log created on 19:33:41 10/27/2010 by Frei, and last modified on 00:26:03 11/14/2010.