Description: Cammy awaits a high ranking person of parliment, but instead finds a high-ranking serial killer trying to kill her. Spooky!
It's evening in London, which at this time of years means an early night. Though the city is still buzzing of course, heavy traffic, the great press of humanity, the sound of people being resoundingly entertained in the pubs and the clubs.
Not that Cammy is in one of those pubs or clubs. Currently she is settled down on a bench near the Thames, looking out over the muddy waters lit by the shining lights, watching people in the crowd as they head back and forth. Nobody pays her much heed. In a city like this nobody pays anybody much heed, let alone little girls clad in heavy red cloaks.
Cammy is here for a purpose, and as it so often is it's a boring one, searching the crowd for a local politician who happens to owe some debts to Shadaloo. Time to collect! Not that she really enjoys the skulduggery side of Shadaloo though, so she's bored out of her skull, eating the fish and chips balanced on her lap to pass the time.
The streets of London has seen a great deal of love and turmoil, life and death. Even now with the night lingering over the evening a certain somebody began his older habits once more after taking a small part of time to understand every thing he had 'learned' a short while before. Perhaps even a longer while he may have been lurking close by to find out who infact is capable of thrashing to emit such a bright glow before it disappears, like a roaring forest fire disappearing in an instant.
Oh how pleasing, Freeman had thought to himself, such a wonderful thought to accomply the heavy fog that refused to lift over the streets of London.
Now as he approaches the water he sees a most peculiar sight. Some one had decided to venture alone into the heart of London in this heavy fog and go crowd watching. Oh. Freeman had thought to himself, the city that continiues to give. He had been born here and now it gifts him opportunites when it was not even his birthday. With his legs protruding infront of him as his hair heavily masked his face Freeman moves effortly towards Cammy, approaching from behind her. his midrift exposed to the weather with a bellyshirt that ends short down his chest. It does not do wonders to mask the iotas of problems that may be with this particular 'club going chav'.
"Are you planning for anything... exciting?" Freeman asks towards Cammy, yards behind her. His hands are kept deep in his pockets, a anticipating smile kept under his hair.
Cammy is bored, yes. She's eating chips while bored, yes indeed. She's doing her job though - doing Master Vega's bidding is why she exists, after all. And she has the tools to do it. The Doll is vaguely aware of Freeman's presence nearby - aware enough to know that he's just another face in the crowd, to be dismissed as one of the anonymous, irrelevant masses.
Or is he?
When he actually speaks - clearly to her - he suddenly has her full attention. She jumps up from the bench - a quick but graceful move that lets her keep a hold on her bag of chips - and turns around, to face him. Not that she can see much of him with his emo cut. "No." she replies to him, quietly, in her high pitched, perhaps even a bit squeaky voice. "Leave me be. I'm busy.".
Freeman doesn't make any movements as Cammy jumps out of her seat. He just sort of stands there in a lazy, relaxed stance as he peers through the many strands of hair towards Cammy. Albiet Cammy may be difficult to decipher if she is in an outfit, Freeman does not have to remember faces. He does, however, at his own whim. The looks upon the many that are locked in an eternal visage. The beauty of it all.
"No?" Freeman asks, "No." Freeman repeats. "No no no no. I am afraid I can't do that. No no no no." Freeman echos once more taking a couple of slow, poised steps towards the beauty before him. She sounds so weak, but her reaction was swift. Like a fighters. He must know, he must see.
"You will indulge me."
As for Cammy, she has no idea who this guy even is. He kinda reminds her of Balrog for some reason... and it's really not a good connection. He's also a totally unknown quantity, and she doesn't like unknown quantities, her ordered robot-mind likes everything quantified. "You are with the NESTS?" she asks. She doesn't really think it likely - but any information is good information, even a denial.
As he continues to pad purposefully towards her, it looks like, as they say in London, claret may be imminent, and Cammy is ready for the worst. She flips off the confining red cloak, casting it to one side out of the way - it's not easy to fight in a garment like that. The rather odd blue leotard/turtleneck sweater that constitutes her doll uniform, along with yellow tie, red gauntlets and combat boots, might send a few messages to people in the know about Shadaloo in and of itself, but fortunately the ubiquitous London fog cloaks all would be assassins, even the Shadaloo ones.
NESTS? Freeman cares very little about little expansion groups that try to dominate the world. He just must know if they fight. if they fight, then they are partially capable of intruiging his almost glutenous interest with fighters and their lives.
"What do birds have to do with anything?" Freeman asks with a soft laugh, "No." Freeman exudes, "But now that you asked a question..." Freeman begins, his red hair flowing behind his shoulders, his black shirt gripping tightly to his body. His pants are white with black zig zags almost like spikes. His shoes are platform. What is most notable is the pale tone of his skin, and him not even attempting to cover much of it save for his long pants and shirt.
His smirk turns into a maddening grin was Cammy flips off her cloack. Oh, he had been drawn here he must have imagined. A doll uniform. She most definitley is a fighter. Was this Cammy? Oh, but could he be the one to pluck the stinger off the bee? His body twitches with realization as the Shadaloo agent prepares for battle. Freeman bends backwards, his palm over his face.
"A puppet... let me be the ones to cut your strings!" Freeman howls in anticipation. His eyes dilate into an almost primal rage as the beauty of death returns. Oh it is so inticing. So thrilling that he cannot sit still. He legs move for him, thrusting him forward into the London fog towards Cammy. A single hand rips forward aimed to cut downward towards Cammy's visage with a lunge. Freeman seems to be a man of his words as he lunges straight in towards Cammy, his right arm extended in a wild swing.
COMBATSYS: Freeman has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Cammy has joined the fight here.
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Freeman 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Cammy
COMBATSYS: Cammy blocks Freeman's Finger Rake.
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Freeman 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Cammy
Cammy merely blinks at all this, the very opposite of psychotic Freeman, the epitome of control, as befits a tool in Lord Vega's hand. Red gauntlets flick up to knock aside the incoming fingers, which she just about manages to do in time, and then she abruptly backflips away, receding into the fog.
There, she peers at him, blue eyes wide and staring, arms held up defensively, sure that he'll be coming for her as soon as he is able. "You are like a strange mix of Balrog and Adon." she tells him. So is her current guess, anyway. "What is your name?". The puppet comment she's just fine with. She is actually proud of being a Doll.
COMBATSYS: Cammy calculates her next move.
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Freeman 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Cammy
Freeman recoils after his lunge, his fingers clenched as he looks across towards the peering eyes from the fog. They pierce it pretty effectively with a glowing power that eminates. All he can tell is that he had picked his prey well. Still no notifications if the spider would be devoured by its prey.
"My name is not important." Freeman whispers, "Oh no. My name is not important at all." He hisses as he slowly pulls himself up and back as if he was a reloading gun, poised once more towards Cammy, hand clenched tight against his palm. So tight as if to draw blood from himself.
"I am only interested in you. Now be a good girl and die!" Freeman cries, lurching once more as his boot resounds against the cement. Leaping out into the fog Freeman extends his left hand aimed to slash across Cammy's face and eyes, the only portion he is sure of.
COMBATSYS: Cammy blocks Freeman's Aggressive Strike.
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Freeman 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Cammy
Cammy backs up, parrying again, all defensive, though effective at brushing his arm away from her face with one small forearm. It does, however, leave a nasty bruise on her pale skin, hidden beneath the red gauntlets, and the Doll winces. "No!" she cries out, high pitched. "Only Lord Vega can decide that." she tells him, as she leaps up into the air.
Spinning around in a full circle, she lands just in front of him and a fist suddenly jabs out at him, fairly low, aiming at his bared midriff. "Your fighting abilities will be of interest to the Master, I am sure." she tells him in a low hiss, already impressed so far.
COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Freeman with Axle Spin Knuckle.
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Freeman 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Cammy
The Shadaloo's resistance is great. Throwing himself into a terrible situation from his unending onslaught of strikes, Cammy makes her stand. Nothing he has grasps or cuts like it should. But wait, she's against her death? She dictates that another, not even her or him could make the final decision when it came to her untimely demise.
Freeman sneers at the thought, it unbalences him for a moment. His victim may fight back much more effectively than he had thought. This is confirmed at the speed she comes, a blow aimed directly at his midriff. The strike knocks the wind out of Freeman even as he attempts to bring his arms up in a defiant manner to stop it. He's too slow, the blow crushing into his bared flesh, bruisning it and sending him flailing backwards across the cement. Rolling backwards until he slows himself with his nails against the concrete he exhaules exhaustively as if to take in a deep breath.
"No?" Freeman mimics, the pain numbed briefly by his want and need to inflict it upon her. "You can not refuse! It was not an offer!" Freeman wails as he lurches against, bringing another hand out towards Cammy, one thats sailing around in an effect to capture her and leave no room to escape. Following with his left arms, he attempts a second blow in an effort to catch the bee. Behind each blow are sharp bouts of chi that feel almost like needles, knives, meat cleavers. Anything capable of cutting, cleaving and ripping.
COMBATSYS: Freeman successfully hits Cammy with Nightmare.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Freeman 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Cammy
"You should talk to Lord Vega, then." Cammy replies - and then her arms are back up again as Freeman comes a-rolling in. She dodges to one side - but has misjudged! Expecting only one attack, she slips past one swing, only to practically impale herself on the other one, and the chi floods through her body, making her shriek in pain as she is momentarily caught on his hand.
She eventually falls to the floor in a heap. Maybe it's over.
Maybe not, as after a heartbeat the Doll rolls back away from him, and flips up from the floor. "Ugh. I will tell the Master all about you." she tells him, blue eyes balefully focused upon him even as her free hand clutches her side. Then she's charging at him again! Launching herself into the air, feet first, at her foe, corkscrewing around in the air as she goes with her braids streaming out behind her like the yellow flare of a missile.
COMBATSYS: Freeman blocks Cammy's Spiral Arrow.
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Freeman 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Cammy
Her firsts words in return are to tell Freeman to... talk to her boss. Is this a reference? A job oportunity? Freeman has never worked a day in his life. He considers this more of a duty than work. Even then he considers it more of an art, to show others their existence is only momentarily dotted on this spec.
How beautiful their death may be. Each face twisted in their own, perfect ways. The contortions are enough to be pornographic to a fellow like Freeman who finds the situations positively arousing.
Flexing both of his hands as he has done dozens of times before in the blood of his victims from Cammy's momentarily momentary lapse of judgement. It not only worsens for Cammy, but makes him entirely ecstatic of the possibilities.
It does not last long. Cammy springs into action, spinning directly into the maddening visage of Freeman's corpse like demeanor. In what is the possibly last moment both his arms are raised, grasping at his shoulders as he shields himself from the battering feet of the doll. Old pains once more are new again, Freeman pausing from the bruises she had given him notable against his pale skin. Driven backwards and scratching the concrete, he now as the doll besides him.
"I will not defer to him! Your death is mine to deal with! Accept it!" Freeman cries, clawing forwards into Cammy in an accelerated fashion. Multitudes of swipes of knife like chi in an effort to catch the killer bee unaware of his razor like grasp she threw herself into.
COMBATSYS: Freeman successfully hits Cammy with Crow.
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Freeman 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Cammy
Cammy gets cut up more by Freeman, yet more blood spurting, and grrs, pondering flipping away again. But he'll only come after her again! So a slight change of tactics seems to be in order. "You are like Balrog. Except his blades are not made out of chi.".
The Doll flips forward into a handstand right in front of him, gauntleted hands against the rain-wet concrete of the pavement, and her legs close in on his neck, trying to wrap her calves at least around his neck. Assuming she manages to do that, she'll flip back into a standing position - dragging Freeman facefirst into the aforementioned concrete in so doing.
COMBATSYS: Freeman fails to counter Frankensteiner from Cammy with Creeping Death.
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Freeman 1/--=====/=======|=======\-------\0 Cammy
Freeman stares directly at the doll as she comes back in, comparing him to one of her foremost allies. He sneers. This isn't what he had expected at all. He had to teach her. Had to. Had to had to had to! Freeman is unlike others in the fact that he doesn't care about how he looks. He cares about how others look writhing in the last moments of their life.
With a hiss, Freeman moves in an effortless walk, directly towards Cammy. His hands are poised to strike out but she gets a grasp around him too quick. Wrapping her calves around his neck he's taken by surprise before faltering to the ground, clenching his teeth.
Face first Freeman is dragged against the ground, blood pooling about his red hair. "Why won't you accept your death?!" He writhes, pulling himself up.
Cammy might be able to pull through this after all! The Doll rolls to her feet after the frankensteiner, before flipping towards him, arms raised to ward off further painful attacks. "Lord Vega is the one who owns my life! I told you this before!". One of those muscled legs half lifts up off the ground, knee lifting up, as she stands briefly on one leg.
Her hands stay up around her chin, ready to parry future strikes, but that raised leg flicks out towards her face, as fast as a striking cobra, and with some force behind it too. "Why won't you tell me your name?" she says, answering a question with another question. "Lord Vega will have use for you, I am sure of it!".
COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Freeman with Light Kick.
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Freeman 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Cammy
Freeman hisses as Cammy strikes out towards Freeman. Even as he's able to get up, he's not able to get up immediately fast enough. This is a given as Cammy lurches forward in an effort once more strike Freeman down. She succeeds, the kick bypassing any defense that Freeman attempts to provide being thrown backwards at a terrible rate, scratching against the concrete before rolling and digging his nails deep into the cement. Even with this 'setback' he's nowhere close to giving up.
"I don't care! I offer you the gift of death and you refuse. You do not know what you pass up." Freeman heaves, wiping blood from his visage from beneath his flowing hair. Moving uneasily with each gait he approaches with heavy steps before lurching out with a single fist in an effort to tag Cammy before she's able to escape as she inevitably may. This doesn't even phase Freeman. Outcome or not, sooner or later Freeman will have to opportunity.
He just want to show her how possible it is.
"My name is Freeman. I will be the one... to set you free."
COMBATSYS: Cammy just-defends Freeman's Medium Punch!
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Freeman 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Cammy
Cammy actually catches his hand in hers, holding him steadily. She's not planning on running away - well, not just yet, anyway. "Freeman. I will tell Lord Vega. Maybe you will get a visit.". She lets go of his hand, and drops down low - very low, as low as she can manage, in a tiny little ball, not bothered by the wet and the damp of the pavement.
She then quickly flips up onto her hands, boots straight up, and aims practically for his chin as she powers straight upwards, legs first, braids trailing out behind her again rather like before, except this time vertically.
Spinning like a corkscrew as she goes, her legs and boots battering anything nearby. Hopefully Freeman.
COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Freeman with Reverse Shaft Breaker.
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Freeman 1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Cammy
Cammy lurches out indeed, at such a speed that Freeman can't even see it coming. The speed at which Cammy hurls herself forward the boots dances upon Freeman body. So much that he's unable to get out of the way. He's blasted backwards, bouncing against the ground as a heavy divot is left in Freeman's chest. He's thrown across the ground. At the end, Freeman reaches the side of the water. He moves to hang on, digging his hands and nails into the very side of the pier.
"Oh, it is not I who..." Freeman heaves, clawing up against the cement to pull himself up from falling into the water. "will get a visit. You. I want you to know that I will kill you in time." Freeman convulses, coughing up blood against the wall as he struggles to stay on, clawing and flexing as he fights not only versus Cammy, but against his very body in an effort to hold on.
COMBATSYS: Freeman takes no action.
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Freeman 1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Cammy
COMBATSYS: Freeman has reached second wind!
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Freeman 1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Cammy
Freeman does pull himself up, dragging his bloody body up back onto the land, eyes focused upon Cammy.
He's not done yet.
Surely he's down after that. It takes some time for Cammy to fall earthwards, her vertical spin taking her up high, far above the height of Freeman - she's still coming down just as he's getting to his feet. She blinks at him - as much as bemusement will register on her blank Doll features. "You are tough." she tells him, impressed further. "This is not over yet, no. Maybe you will kill me in time... but I doubt it. And if you do. Lord Vega will be unhappy." she warns.
She's rather cautious around her foe, Vega only knows what he is capable of - her dim psycho power only picking up an overpowering urge in Freeman to kill. Terrifying, really, and if Cammy had not been brainwashed and conditioned from birth, maybe she would be.
"It's over!" she shouts out just as he draws himself up to his feet, hurling herself at him, feet first.
COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Freeman with Spiral Arrow.
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Freeman 1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0 Cammy
Freeman is ready for almost anything. Even as he climbs back to his feet with his teeth bared wide open an a smirk across his face, he refuses to stay down. His vision begins to blur, however, just enough to miss Cammy spiralling once more towards him before striking right against his figure.
"No. IT ISN'T OVER!" Freeman screeches, even as powerful thump of Cammy resounds aganst his pale and bruised skin. He swings haphazardly without any ability to control his body, or very little ability. He holds on to his fleeting consciousness. "Know your death will come. Accept it... accept it now and be done with it!" Freeman cries, striking out with both hands at once in an effort to claw across the very air from where he stands and engulf Cammy in a terrible, bloody strike of a single blade of chi ripping across her visage.
COMBATSYS: Cammy blocks Freeman's Full Blast.
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Freeman 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Cammy
Cammy bounces off of him after her boots slam into his chest - she's already up on her feet when she sees the horrible sight of a blade of dark chi slicing through the air towards her, no doubt with the goal of spraying Doll blood all over the whitewashed walls behind her.
Though, she was ready, somehow, on some level. Knowing that the battered Freeman would survive even that final kick. He just will not give up! So her hands are already up, ready to parry and keep him at bay. The blade slides off of her gauntlets, mostly harmlessly.
"CANNON SPIKE!" she shouts, and that knee lifts up again as she drives her foot at his chin - miss or not, she will backflip away from him to land on her feet, ready for more if need be.
COMBATSYS: Freeman dodges Cammy's Cannon Spike.
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Freeman 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Cammy
Freemans finally deciphers which of the three Cammys' are the real one, leaping into the air the moment that Cammy dives down foot first to strike across the face of Freeman. No doubt she wants to splatter him as much as he wishes to splatter her at this point, but he is most definitely not giving up. He has a goal. One he is most surely attempting to finish.
"Why won't you just die?!" Freeman cries in anguish, snarling in agony and at the same time a most blatent pint of irritation. She fights so hard to keep what she cannot have. Eventually she will be snuffed out due to either old age, or a timely death at the hands of others. Somewhere Freeman could not see.
Leaping up into the air with both arms pulled back, Freeman attempts to drive himself deep into Cammy's space and block out all light in the fog for a moment in a most efforted attempt to cleave her from her skin with frantic but furious blows aimed all over her figure.
COMBATSYS: Freeman successfully hits Cammy with Phobia.
Grazing Hit
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Cammy screeches, chi and a certain amount of fists ripping into her body with Freeman bent over her, like some sort of murderer. "You are insane!" she tells him, blood dripping from her as chi slices into her again and again, despite her best attempts to dodge off to one side. What is this, Mortal Kombat?
Eventually he lets go of her, or she squirms away, getting a healthy distance between the two of them. She's still ready for combat, not fleeing just yet, but she's giving him a wide berth. "Lord Vega must learn about you!". She's certain he's going to love Freeman!
COMBATSYS: Cammy gains composure.
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Freeman 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Cammy
Pullum says, "The top '''''' is hp, the ,,,,,,,,,,, is reserve"
"Insane?!" Freeman asks in a pitched voice, "No, I think I am the most sane here." Freeman rights himself again, his body poised towards Cammy in an effort to focus himself once more. It seems Cammy is more or less prepared to continue to fight. There is no doubt that Freeman, seeing the weakness that Cammy describes by having to catch her breath shows.
Freeman takes it, hurdling himself forward in an effort to drive himself into Cammy's 'healthy distance' without a moment to lose. Pacing around Cammy slowly, he peers forward into Cammy's momentary stuttering. Unlike her, he's not going to stop coming until he can no longer breathe. Slowly, calculated manuevers are made without the maddening movements that go with it.
All of a sudden he lunges, attempting to leap the gap with an overall strike with a single fist aimed towards Cammy's visage. It is a wide strike aimed to cut. But then again, what isn't?
COMBATSYS: Cammy dodges Freeman's Fierce Punch.
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Freeman 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Cammy
Cammy is quick! And by the time he closes, she's ready for him, having gotten her breath back. She ducks under his flailing fist, his hand flying right past her, and she grabs him by the outstretched wrist. "Give up Freeman..." she whispers to him, now she knows his name.
And then she turns around a hundred and eighty degrees, still with his arm clutched in her hands, and heaves, trying to bring him to the ground one last time. "GIVE UP!". The zombie must fall!
COMBATSYS: Freeman blocks Cammy's Quick Throw.
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Freeman 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Cammy
Cammy is quick but Freeman is entirely restless. He's not going to give it up at all. No ghosts will be given up until he's able to turn Cammy inside out and show exactly what a distinguishing ghost she is capable of becoming. Even as he's grabbed Freeman reacts in a most pecuiliar manner, letting himself be tossed about before roughly landing into a roll rather than flat into the ground. Extending his legs to stands, Freeman turns about.
"You first!" Freeman belts out in a most heavy manner, dealing with fading consciousness and what may be multiple Cammy's he's attempting his hardest to not give up the ghost. In and effort to get that ghost. Cammy's ghost. What a beautiful ghost it would be.
Lurching out once more, Freeman brings a foot down in an effort to bring it against Cammy's temple.
COMBATSYS: Freeman successfully hits Cammy with Light Kick.
- Power hit! -
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Cammy tries to spin aside, but that foot comes down into the side of her face. Maybe the ghost won't be so beautiful after all. She spins to the concrete with a thump.
...and rolls back to her feet, a big mark on her cheek, livid and red against her normally so pale skin. She's going to have one hell of a bruise. "Try again, Freeman..." she pants, covered in blood and sweat and bruises by now. She leaps up into the air, coming down on him like a bullet. "I'm not done yet either!". Her hand lashes out quickly, aimed at his throat. Finish him!
COMBATSYS: Freeman counters Quick Punch from Cammy with Nightmare.
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Cammy isn't going to have that simple a time finishing Freeman. Even her words seem to entice him further into giving himself wholely into this perverted endevour to see her bleed. Thankfully even she roots for him asking for him to 'try again'. Freeman indulges Cammy in his services this one time. Just once.
The pale like serial killer keeps his eyes glued upon Cammy. Even if she may have her orders and her strength, Freeman has a will. If there is a will, there is a kill. Simple as that.
"MY PLEASURE!" Freeman roars ocne asked, he hand lashing out towards his throat. He twists he neck towards the side, a creek of bone taking place as he reaches down with his left hand and brings it up, a dark red chi, akin to blood accompanying his strike that rips up and into Cammy's figure, the second blow followed through with his right the aim to cut up into her body once more.
"That is what I have been waiting for. For you to ask for it. To ask me for your beautiful end." Freeman heaves, "Please, allow me to finish it."
Freeman almost sounds as if he is begging, his knees bending in anticipation.
Cammy is blown away, falling backwards onto the pavement with a sickening crack. She slowly, painfully, gets to her feet, on one knee at first before standing up, swaying. "Sicko!" she spits, a drop of red blood spilling from her mouth onto the concrete between them. And if Cammy of all people describes someone as a sicko, then they must be a terminal case. "You are /worse/ than Balrog! Unnnghh...".
She draws what little power remains within her diminutive form. A fragment of Master Vega's soul is embedded within her after all, driving her on. The Killer Bee comes at him yet again boots first. "Spin drive...". Hit or miss, she bounces off the pavement up into the air beyond. "SMASHER!"
COMBATSYS: Cammy successfully hits Freeman with Spin Drive Smasher.
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Freeman is finally sent flying once more, thrown backwards by a terrible power behind Cammy's strike. Even after his efforts he's unable to get away from the terrible spinning power of Cammy once more colliding with him. That is all that would be required to finally end Freeman, would it not be? There was nothing left for Freeman to give but will itself.
But would will be enough?
Bouncing across the cement once more towards the waters near the pier Freeman lands roughly, slowly beginning to stand once more to his feet to look towards Cammy. The killer bee certainly does have a sting behind it. He wavers slightly, almost faltering immediately after he stands. He doesn't say anything, his palms out and facing Cammy as he stands silently as if waiting, his body bruised terribly by the unending rapport of Cammy against his borderline anemia visage.
The question is however if he is finally finished... Is he?
COMBATSYS: Freeman takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Freeman can no longer fight.
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Unable to fight anymore, Freeman teeters slowly before falling backwards into the awaiting waters below. If he was to be chased, there would be no trace. Just blood where he initially landed.
Cammy eventually lands from her final supermove - and ends up on her knees. Tapped out. She edges over to the black edge of the Thames, looking down into the torrent of polluted water below. Maybe Freeman is still down there. Maybe not.
The Killer Bee doesn't plan on finding out, to be honest! She reclaims her red cloak, wraps it about her to cover the many wounds she has suffered, and limps away, to recover.
Log created on 18:12:08 10/29/2010 by Freeman, and last modified on 20:57:07 10/30/2010.