Description: The war against NESTS has been a taxing one so Vega has decided to bring back one of the coldest killers around. Sagat has been sent to Barcelona to bring back Balrog. What the God of Muay Thai didn't expect was a little spar offered by the Spaniard.
In the glorious city of Barcelona, but far removed from its central hub, are the picturesque estates of Spanish nobility. One of these mansions, fairly distinct in comparison to the others with its red pillars and decorative front fountain, is where a man known as Balrog lives his comfortable, wealthy life.
On the inside, the home is tastefully decorated with purples and golds - all of the furniture are highly prized antiques, and the gleaming floors are likely clean enough to eat from. Further enhancing its asthetic appeal are the servants, men and women, chosen based on their beauty and a certain amount of naivete. Can't have people poking big noses in where they don't belong, after all.
Portraits of Balrog are set along the walls, and being as impossibly handsome as he is, clearly the intention was so that the Spaniard could admire himself wherever he may roam. Only one painting is not of this god-like individual of beauty and charm... It is of a woman, set above a high fireplace, and is titled only 'Maria'. The workmanship is incredible, with an extreme attention to detail, from her long locks of brown hair to her stunning, angellic face.
Not to be stuck indoors today, what with the weather still somewhat pleasant, the Adonis can be found at the back of the estate in a large, expansive garden with walls of green (even in December) and... sand? Wooden posts? What is this? Balrog currently stands on top of one such post that likely measures thirteen feet tall, topless, sweat gleaming on his muscular chest in the sunlight. How the hell did he get up there? And how is he going to get down?
The answer to the first question is simple: He jumped. The second shall be answered shortly...
Vega must have many a plans in the works. The fact that Sagat has been getting busier in his duties as of late seems to imply that the maniac is planning something big soon. Or maybe the man is really starting to spread his forces out to look more threatening. Of course the back and forth attacks between Shadaloo and NESTS have also taken a toll on the manpower that Shadaloo has. There are plenty of grunts to be had, but true workhorses such as Juri and Sagat have been getting stretched thin in having to travel back and forth to make sure everything is running properly.
That is exactly why the large former Emporer of Muay Thai has been sent to Barcelona. It is a job that could probably be done by a lesser man, but Sagat is someone that shows no fear of the Spaniard and shows that Vega returning is not just some rumor. Any peon can come by and boast such a thing, but to have someone like Sagat who is not one lie probably means a head won't be returning on a platter.
There isn't as much of a ruckus one might expect from having a barefoot, seven and a half foot tall behemoth show up at the door. He says nothing other than to ask where the master of the estate could be found before he lumbers forward. He is clad in only a pair of sweatpants and a tanktop as he stalks through the house proper and towards the back area. He emerges and that single eye scans the area until glancing upwards shows just where Balrog is. Quietly the cyclops steps over and folds his arms over his massive chest. He says nothing and just waits until the assassin comes down to address him.
There is no 'probably' about it. A lesser man than Sagat, even armed with the news of Vega's return, would find his death here. In Balrog's mind, sending such an individual is disrespectful... And those who foolishly wander into the arachnid's lair without the strength to escape it are but mere pathetic flies, prostrating themselves before the spider. They deserve to be eaten. This choice is wise, sending the former Muay Thai champion. His words will be deeply considered, then acknowledged.
But Sagat does not speak.
Measuring each breath he takes, Balrog gracefully guides his arms forwards, then to the sides. The ignorant masses would mistake these movements for Tai Chi, but a truly worldly practioner of the martial arts would likely recognise it as the motions of Tekagi-shuko, the claw-based kakushi buki style of Ninjutsu. He's practicing, because only noble life and bullfighting will make the Spaniard dull otherwise. It numbs the mind, what with the mixing of money, sport and power... Balrog finds them to be an ugly combination.
He doesn't ignore Sagat for long, because when those green eyes blink open, it is like Balrog returns to this plane of existence. Noting the other's presence immediately, he smiles in a charming way, "My, this is certainly unexpected." And the Spaniard is so kind, for the angel descends from on high, bending at the waist and gripping the top of the wooden post. His legs kick off over his head, entire body committed to the graceful movement which carries him to the sand. Balrog's landing is, of course, perfect.
"To what do I owe the honour of your visit?" ... Sagat, why are you dressed so casually for no reason? Brushing back long bangs of honey-coloured blonde-brown hair, the attire of the larger man repulses him. Since the Emporer of Muay Thai's face is so humble, he should be clothed in finery to compensate.
The fact that Sagat is dressed up this much is honestly something that hasn't happened all too often. He is at least not just in his shorts and bandages like he often does. Not only that far be it from Sagat to be the type to go in and get measured for a suit he may wear for about five minutes before he grows impatient and tears the damn thing to shreads. He just slowly gives a nod in greeting as he looks down at the smaller man.
"I am sure the pleasure is all mine. I have been sent to tell you something I am sure you will find very interesting." He also doesn't seem to care about the sort of look that Balrog gives him. Sagat was never a thing of beauty unless you were the type of weirdo that appreciates the beauty of how fluid and graceful the large mountain of a man can be when fighting. He may also be relaxed now, but the ninja knows damn well that Sagat can easily be ready to slam a large foot into Balrog's face if he actually dares to attack the Muay Thai warrior.
He does let his arms uncross and instead lets them hang to his side for now, his hands clenched slightly just as if he is prepared for something happening. "Vega has returned and wishes to have your assistance once again. He seems to be a very busy man right now. He even has some new toys to play with." He wonders how Balrog may react to Juri. They are somewhat the same, but he has a feeling there is going to be alot of blood spilled the day those two greet one another. He can hope there is plenty of blood spilled when Balrog finds out Adon is working for Shadaloo as well. "He expects to see you soon."
Ah, blood. The essence of life is so rich, so beautiful... Just the sight of it sends shivers up and down his spine. Glorious to behold, even if the owner is a hideous monstrosity, their blood is not. Sagat might find his 'wish' soon granted by the psychotic murderer before him. He will paint the walls all shades of crimson.
It is uncertain what the Muay Thai champion is prepared for, because the viper does not strike. Perish the thought, in fact. While he does not fear the larger man, and his questionable sanity and obvious distaste for the attire aside, Balrog knows that he would be foolish to attack this individual for no reason. Sparring with him is a completely different story, but it has not yet come to that. For now, he merely splays a hand across the tattoo upon his bare chest, "Expects to see me?" Then Balrog turns away.
Kicking sand as he walks to a convenient bench, the Spaniard lifts a fluffy white towel from the seat and pats dry the beads of sweat on his body. A shower will be had later. "How is it possible for one to return from the dead?" Though it is clear that he's curious, the question is still rhetorical, and is followed by the strangest of laughs, "Perhaps Hell itself spat him back out." Vega is something of a immortal, like Balrog's beauty. Forever-lasting.
"If they sent you here to tell me this..." The nobleman looks Sagat over, but the curling of his lip is hidden as he brings the towel to his face, "Then it must be true." The psychopath decides conclusively once he's done, draping the article over an arm. "Tell me about these... 'toys'." The words are drawn out in a slow, sadistic manner. Balrog likes toys better when he breaks them.
Should Vega expect to see him, he will gladly return.
He doesn't need to say it is the truth. The fact Sagat would even bother to come out all this way to say such a thing makes it a fact. If Vega were still not around the large fighter would not be seen if he could help it. He would still be living on the outskirts of a small village in Thailand perfecting his skills for the proper time he could track down Ryu and this time defeat him. With it looking like Balrog is going to refrain from striking Sagat finally crosses his arms over his chest again.
"At first I figured she was a replacement for you. The one that came to let me know of Vega was named Juri Han." The one person in Shadaloo he may have more distaste for than Balrog when he thinks about it. Just as sadistic if not more in his eyes. "She seems to have taken the honor of being a top assassin while we were away. The other is not so worth mentioning." He would like to waste as little breath about Adon if he can help it. Adon talks enough about himself that no one else really needs to mention anything.
The larger man nods towards the doors he came through to get to the back yard. "Inside I left a file for you to browse. It is to update you on our location and what else Vega felt was relevant for you to know at the moment." Who knows what Vega has planned fully. He can't help but think the tyrant is planning something big due to the King of Fighters coming up.
Such is the life of a shamed warrior. What Sagat needs is a hobby, and the handsome Adonis would hardly consider 'training to beat Ryu' as sufficient. No, the champion needs something truly beautiful... Once he dresses more appropriately and fixes that awful scar. Balrog cannot possibly comprehend why anyone would want to preserve such a hideous mark.
Informed of the first toy, all the Spaniard says at first is, "I see..." He then drags one razor-sharp fingernail across his bottom lip, leaving a deep impression behind, but not drawing blood, "Well, I hope her looks are as lovely as her name. Perhaps we may be 'rivals'." Though with that self-assured tone, followed by his mirthful chuckle... perhaps not. So few these days are worthy opponents, and no one on this sad, pitiful planet can even hold a candle to his glorious face and form. Rivals indeed, he's being funny.
As the second toy receives not a mention, but outright dismissal, Balrog considers pursuing the topic, but refrains. He'll know soon enough, so there is no point in bothering the taller man for answers, possibly aggravating him... Maybe. Actually, yes. It has not been long since his claw has cleaved through skin and bone, but of a man capable of fighting back, of showing spirit! He misses these things. Balrog's green eyes shine with sudden malice as he looks to - or rather up at - Sagat. "I thank you for coming all this way in order to pass along such crucial information..."
A pause. A very, very heavy pause.
Balrog's expression twists, and he looks almost like a madman possessed, "I wonder," Shifting the towel from arm to hand, the Spaniard continues evenly, "Is there anywhere else you need to be today?"
The message is delivered that is all Sagat seems to care about. He doesn't like being in such a luxurious place such as this one for any extended period of time. Especially when it means being around someone like Balrog for longer than he needs to be. "I do have other things that need to be done." He replies, but he makes not movement to leave.
Instead perhaps he is just a bit curious. It almost as if Balrog may have another question or like to ask him. Of course if it is a pointless one or not remains to be seen. The former Emporer has a feeling it is probably more of the former than the later in this case. The two have worked together, but probably never fully cared to be around the other if they could help it.
"Why do you ask?" he finally says when his curiousity gets the better of him. He just might be interested in Balrog has to ask or say in response to this. Was it a special request of some sort or just a crazed man thinking of a special way to send off the much larger fighter?
What's wrong with luxury? It's comfortable, it's easy, it's relaxing. When Balrog is added to this equation, it can only equal success. He is wonderful, pleasant company... But still company that Sagat clearly wants nothing to do with. Maybe the Muay Thai champion does not appreciate the subtle, unsettling qualities of the smaller Spaniard? Who knows.
Admittedly, Balrog has not wandered around in search of the mountain of a man himself, but it has nothing to do with Sagat as a person, only that there were other places for him to be. People whose flesh needed to be stripped from their body, layer by layer... Ah, the memories of such things will carry him away, if he's not careful.
"Yes, I found it doubtful that your only purpose for being here was to contact me..." But who knows, he could be entirely wrong. With flourish, Balrog finally releases the towel to the ground, and either he's a goddamn magician, or that lethal weapon of his was stashed the entire time... Fingers curling lovingly around the bar-grip of his claw, he drags his tongue across a sharpened blade, cutting it, tasting his own blood and clearly in ecstacy. "Perhaps we may spar... I have not spilled the essence of anyone worth half my time since Lord Vega's death!"
Surprisingly, though quickly losing himself to bloodlust, Balrog has not lunged... The Spaniard could most certainly justify an attack, but as a man of nobility, since Sagat is a guest in his home, he has a choice.
That single eye narrows a bit when Balrog presents the claw and seems to be looking for a fight of some sort. He had a feeling this might happen. Balrog has probably been bored preying on the weak for so long he must want a true challenge and it is hard to find a much better one than the God of Muay Thai. "I had just come here to deliver the message." he responds, but then he reaches up to grip at the thin material of his shirt and he tugs at it, easily ripping it off and tossing the rags aside.
"But if you wish to see that you have not let yourself go soft I can oblige." It doesn't hurt to get some aggression out anyways. Having to try and deal with Cammy as of late has caused a bit of pent up rage to build up inside the large fighter and he hasn't had a proper way to vent it out. NESTS has been quiet enough he hasn't had to deliver another 'message' to them and he hasn't found anyone worth his time to fight after his encounter with Terry.
He shifts his weight to take on his usual fighting stance and the air starts to feel a bit thicker around him in a way. The monster of a man is gathering the energy around him and some of the sand near his bare feet kicks up and wisps about as he takes a deep breath. "Let us begin."
COMBATSYS: Sagat has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Sagat gathers his will.
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COMBATSYS: Balrog has joined the fight here.
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Sagat 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Balrog
Good, this is most excellent. Sagat will provide him with the thrills he has been searching for, so long removed from any challenge to test his abilities. Hopefully Balrog doesn't maim him or anything.
The taste of copper still invading his mouth, the clawed fighter licks his lips slowly like a predator, chuckling in a warped and twisted manner that suits the expression on his handsome face. That particular smile makes him appear deranged and truly mad - for he certainly is. "How kind of you, Sagat. This moment of beauty will be savored like fine wine!"
Before falling into a springy stance, another item makes its appearance. A staple to each of Balrog's battles, he sweeps the long braid of honey blond-brown hair back over a muscular shoulder, sadistic grin soon lost and replaced by a protective, expressionless mask. Where did it come from? Well, the hand may easily deceive the eye. Let's leave it at that.
Green eyes narrow in the depths of the small slits cut into metal, calculating his first move, and then the viper strikes. Those who do not seize the initiative often do not live to regret their foolishness. Leaping back, his height and speed are incredible, body flexing powerfully as his feet meet the wooden post. Balrog bounces off it, soaring even higher overhead, but as he descends upon Sagat, it is with the claw. The Spaniard extends his arm and rushes to rake the blades down the warrior's body with deadly accuracy. "HYOOOOO!" Is his battlecry.
Scream for him, Sagat. Just once is enough.
COMBATSYS: Sagat blocks Balrog's Medium Strike.
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Sagat 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Balrog
Getting a man like Sagat to scream is quiet the task. It would be hard to think of a time when he has let out such a loud cry of pain through the past several years. He is a grizzled man that has felt alot of various types of pain through his fifty plus years of living and it has just helped him turn his body into some sort of stone wall that people just seem to enjoy running into. He doesn't say anything in response and instead seems more focused on the much quicker fighter to see what he might just do. That is when he comes in quickly with that claw and Sagat brings a large arm upwards to smack against the decending claw to knock it away.
Even so the impact does mean a few marks are left on his forearm. The blades cut the callous skin enough there is a small bit of blood drawn. Certainly not the streaks that Balrog was hoping to see. The larger fighter steps forward to grasp for Balrog too while the Spaniard is in close. Those large hands seek to grap him by the shoulder and the waistline of his pants with a firm grip. If he manages to catch the smaller fighter he lifts him up high then just tosses him away with a bit of a grunt. Has he forgotten that this might be something Balrog could use to his own advantage since he will be sailing about with enough time to recover? Perhaps. Maybe the Muay Thai fighter might just have a trick or two up his sleeve.
COMBATSYS: Sagat successfully hits Balrog with Tiger Carry.
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As much as he desires Sagat screaming in pain, in terror... Balrog wants him to resist. It is a strange, yet sensible contradiction: the weak simply die, for perhaps they do not truly wish to live, but those with purpose strike back and stand against him, and they are vibrant and beautiful as the Spaniard paints them with their own blood.
"Hmph, ha ha ha." Chilling laughter muffled by the mask, his plan foiled, the light-footed fighter is quick to withdraw, curling inwards and actually pushing off the blades halted by the Muay Thai emporer's arm. He touches base with the ground again in a low crouch, hand to the sand, but is denied a moment of reflection, to reconsider his course of action... Sagat does indeed gather the Spaniard up by shoulder and waistband, coldly chucking Balrog away like yesterday's news.
But Balrog likes that.
There's a certain easiness to it all, as though the Spanish ninja was perfectly content with being tossed about, and although he underestimates the force, this Adonis has recovered by the time he cleaves one practice post in half. They're not made to withstand that sort of impact, after all.
Rebounding from the jagged remains, Balrog makes use of his opportunities and flies in like a lethal, masked angel, sent from heaven above to purge the world of sinners and the ugly. His arms extend for what most certainly isn't an embrace of camaraderie, and if ensnared this trap, the Spaniard will wrap them fiercely around Sagat, pitching them both backwards. Sagat's head will be smashed into the sand by a flipping back-drop, and that will make the impact far less brutal than intended - unfortunate how this is merely his practice 'playground' of sorts. "SHYOOOOOOO"
COMBATSYS: Sagat interrupts Izuna Drop from Balrog with Tiger Uppercut EX.
*KNOCKED AWAY*
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If Balrog is looking for resistance he is going to find it quite easily with Sagat. The man may often come off calm, but he is an absolute bull in a fight and has the stamina to stand up to some of the most dangerous men in this world. There is little he fears and the smaller Spaniard certainly isn't on that list. Though in all honesty Sagat cannot underestimate the ninja. Balrog is quick and isn't foolish. He is a well trained assassin so there will always be plenty of tricks that he can resort to. Sagat just has to make sure he doesn't fall for any of them.
He just carefully watches Balrog come inwards and for a moment it seems like the ninja has gotten what he wants and he manages to get his arms around the much larger opponent. The problem is once he starts to squeeze, Sagat starts to show his monsterous strength as he just growls and starts to break the hold on him before Balrog can ever pick him up. It takes a bit of energy to do so, but the big man manages to free himself from that strong grip and before Balrog can even recover he soon finds himself on the wrong end of this exchange.
Sagat actually ducks low as he pulls an arm back, then he erupts forwards and upwards as that fist slams into the chin of Balrog and causes the Spaniard to achieve liftoff as well. That large body of the Thai warrior twists about in the air and he lets out a loud shout of "TIIIIGEEEER!" as he delivers the blow. He then gracefully lands on his feet and he pops his neck a few times. "Are you sure you wish to continue?"
But does Sagat possess the cunning to evade them all, as well as maintain a distinct advantage? Likely not. The Muay Thai champion is too honest for such underhandedness. Even his fist, hard uppercut colliding ferociously with the smaller Spaniard's chin, is straight-forward and true.
The slighter man sent airborne sails skywards, and lands heavily in the sand. It erupts around him like a mushroom cloud, but upon settling, Balrog is not lying prone and on his back where he should be... In fact, the Spanish ninja is nowhere to found at all!
A bodiless chuckle echoes throughout the practice arena, high-pitched and creepy, but the source is indeterminate. The Spaniard has expertly concealed himself, even in an area so open, but he's also the one who lives in the attached estate. It is to be expected that Balrog would know the location well. "You are a man of great strength, Sagat... But I will not go down so easily, nor will I give up. This is like a beautiful symphony, our exchange. To stop now would be a great insult to the composer."
Wrapped in shadow, gingerly rubbing his chin, it would seem that there is no lasting damage to his impossibly glorious visage, and so Balrog lunges forwards yet again. He appears from behind the tallest post, rolling, thrusting the steel claw at the warrior's back. This is how most ordinary men and women have met their deaths - let's see how Sagat fares.
Should the stab meet its mark, blades finding the soft flesh in which they seek, he cuts upwards and assists with a throw at the same time, like stringing Sagat up by an invisible wire and allowing him to impale himself where he will on the claw that is so eager to tear him asunder.
COMBATSYS: Balrog successfully hits Sagat with Red Impact.
- Power hit! -
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That single eye scans about to try to lock on where Balrog disappeared. He was caught off guard that he was so quick to recover from that dangerous blow. He also seems a bit too slow to be able to get turned about properly to properly guard against the much quicker Spaniard. There is a grunt and the large fighter grits his teeth as he feels that claw slashes across his back and even more so he bites down hard to let out any sort of cry of pain when he feels the claws sink in when he lands on it more fully.
Instead he is quick to get his footing so he can pull himself off that claw and the blood flows from the wound like a small stream down his back and along a leg. The blood smatters on the ground and the Muay Thai warrior staggers a few steps to try to regain his footing. Needless to say he does not look happy. "I see you are savage as ever...." he says while turning to look at Balrog.
That is definantly not a look of fear. That is the look of pure utter rage as that single eye is locked onto Balrog as gritted teeth are shown and the injured tiger just looks more fierce than ever. His hands clench into tightly balled fists and he finally seems to have control of his body fully once again as he just launches himself forward to barrel right into the Spaniard at full force. "ALLOW ME TO SHOW YOU WHAT I HAVE LEARNED SINCE WE LAST MET!"
COMBATSYS: Sagat knocks away Balrog with Tiger Destruction+.
+ Epic Hit! +
! VENGEANCE !
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And that knee slams hard into the chest of the smaller fighter to knock him off balance as Sagat lands on his feat. What follows is a brutal flurry of fists and kicks that come in with such speed it is hard to believe the large fighter can be delivering them. All the rage finally seemed to just be released along with the blood from that wound. With a mighty roar the large warrior twists about to deliver another uppercut to knock Balrog in the air, but before the Spaniard can even attempt to land Sagat launches upwards again, this time his fist igniting with orange chi as he slams right into the stomach of the Adonis and sends him hurtling across the landscape again.
Sagat lands again and staggers a moment. The blood loss seems to be affecting him a bit, but he still remains on both feet as he breathes heavily. "It is for when I meet him again. It will end things once and for all." he says under his breath. Ryu will feel it one day. Sagat won't let himself slow down until it does. All of these fights are nothing to him. Just practice of some sort until he gets to finally defeat his eternal rival.
Savage, but beautiful, lest we forget. Casting Sagat's heavy form to the side like filth, the Spaniard admires the crimson essence staining his claw briefly before a swift and sudden motion splatters the sand with blood from the blades. It is astonishing that the larger fighter can even remain on his feet after such an impact, but then again... The Muay Thai emperor would hardly be a challenge if he folded like a house of cards. The warrior's strength satisfies Balrog, almost as much as the red flowing freely from his wounds.
Launching into action, the attack is measured with a level of understanding, and the Spanish ninja also commits to movement. The entirety of his body tenses, coils like a loaded spring, but Sagat shatters all of his dreams of glory. Unable to escape the Muay Thai fighter's fury, punches and kicks rain heavily down on him, the world spinning and blurring together into a sickening myriad of colour. A rib cracks under pressure, Balrog utters a muffled cry, and he's gone with the final strike, decisively knocked away.
The ninja's body hits the sand, claw broken, mask shattered, and he slides to a stop outside of the practice arena. Dazed, Balrog doesn't quite register what happened until he's plucked a shard of metal from his cheek. His face... His impossibly beautiful face! Incensed over the slight scratches, he flips back onto his feet and charges with as much energy as he can afford, despite the potential health hazards, "Should I send an invitation for him to meet you in Hell?!"
Provided that he is capable of invading Sagat's personal space, his lean form blurs and punishing flash-kicks follow, one after the other, rising higher and higher, Balrog's demented laughter filling the air... If the champion evades or denies him, the Spaniard just falls to one knee and swallows the blood that most would probably spit out. The pupils of his eyes are reduced to angered pin-pricks, "I am at my most beautiful through victory, how can this be..." He whispers softly.
COMBATSYS: Balrog can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Sagat dodges Balrog's Scarlet Mirage.
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Sagat finally seems to be getting his breath back, though there is still the pain he feels in his back from that savage attack from the ninja. Even so he seems more aware than his opponent at the moment. Balrog is thrown into a rage that Sagat himself was all too easily prone to experiencing more often than not. Something he is learning to control to an extent, but even so he sometimes loses himself much like he did just a scant few moments ago when he unleashed hell upon Balrog.
"That won't be needed." he simply says and he actually manages to get his body moving fast enough to jump off to the side and land in a crouch to avoid the strike from Balrog. He slowly straightens back up and an arm reaches back to lightly rub at his wound. "I won't be going there just yet." Old and stubborn to the end it would seem. He brings that hand about and his single eye narrows a bit as he looks at the blood covering it. He picks up his tattered shirt as well as he starts to turn about.
He begins to leave, but pauses just a moment to glance back over his shoulder. "Take a short time to recover. Vega still expects to see you soon no matter what condition you are in." Vega should be pleased, though. It does not seem that Balrog has lost a step and is as sadistic as ever. Sagat ties the rags of what was once the shirt around his waist to where it is somewhat helping stop the blood before he moves on out of sight. He has other work to do.
COMBATSYS: Sagat has ended the fight here.
At the larger man's parting words, the last vestiges of adrenaline leaving him, Balrog chuckles darkly, "Of course, I understand." And he leans heavily against one of the smaller posts, using it as the primary means of support so that he can climb to his feet. Curling an arm around his throbbing ribcage, he follows Sagat's progress to the estate, then turns, resting briefly, "Shame, I was hoping he would suffer more." Coldly eyeing the blood-strained sand, Balrog will need to rectify this loss...
But later, for right now, he requires medical attention and some ice for his face. Sagat may find himself in Hell sooner than planned if he marred the Adonis. That is an undeniable fact.
Log created on 12:53:28 12/03/2010 by Sagat, and last modified on 14:35:51 12/07/2010.