Description: Dr. Tran, ever willing to beat Alma's ass after the latest stupid stunt he's pulled, wanders into Sunshine City. Sonia, searching for insight into Alma's plans and woefully uninformed, attempts to extract information from the doctor in the sexiest way possible. It doesn't end well, but does it ever?
Sunshine High School. Oh sure, it's not like those sprawling do-gooder monstrosity charity balls they've got over in Southtown; Asahishoubu's just got fewer people in it, and more than a few of its student-age people are more interested in skipping school and ripping off 7-11 for free slushies than they are about an education. Plus there's the fact that both this school and Southtown's Taiyo have names that mean 'sunshine' and there was that brawl over who should be able to keep a particular mascot ('And now, your 2010 Asahi fighting hedgehogs!' did not go over as well as the athletic department planned). The point is that while the school is at least decently maintained, it's just... not that good, really.
As she sits outside its courtyard, students gathered for a midday meal and the 'Rising Sun Challenge' bout they've heard will be taking place here, Sonia Romanenko does not for the first time today wish they'd gotten someone else to do this.
It was a simple thing, really. The Black Dragon Cult is in many ways the real power in Sunshine City, and you can't do something so... bloody nice and neat as a charity tournament there without it filtering back to them. And anything the Cult in general hears, Sonia in specific hears. Johann is the leader, but the former Spetsnaz assassin is his right hand, and a control freak at that. Getting people into the tournament had been easy, but there hadn't been many to spare. That musclebound moron Abobo, and Sonia herself, had been all that was available. She'd staked out the two likely places that Towazu would send the weak links in the proverbial chain, put the wrestler on one and herself on the other.
Now she's just got to wait for whoever she's facing to show up and oh so gently pry out of him or her why Southtown's Young Fighters' Community Center suddenly took an interest in their turf. By whatever means are required.
There's a certain etiquette for a duel to the death between men. Protocol to observe, traditions to uphold, all of that kind of thing. When you send somebody a note threatening to hunt them down and kill them, you expect...well, you expect more than a form-letter looking thing with your name and a location scribbled in.
It's basically an insult, but Dr. Tran wants Alma to die too much to let little things like that get to him. All that matters is that on the official-as-hell piece of correspondence, he saw his name, and he saw a place. SUNSHINE HIGH.
The doctor's actual arrival isn't dramatic by any stretch of the imagination, due to a /distressing/ lack of things to kick down and/or explode through. The element of surprise will have to wait another day. He can take Alma out even without it, despite the overwhelming evidence to the contrary in the past few years. The doctor just pulls up in a small, modest but well kept car (it's a rental) and steps out calmly, except for the fact that he's already shouting because a quick scan of the area revealed a distinct lack of rising anything, phoenix or otherwise.
"WHERE ARE YOU!? I know you're here, so you may as well--" Tran cuts off as his exact location and the average age one might expect from it kick in. They're staring. He can feel their eyes on him. He can feel his own sweat, cold and clammy with /fear/. And then--
An island in the stormy sea! An oasis in a desert, free of the bones that lie bleached in the sun for miles around! Unmindful of any other considerations, Tran walks up to Sonia and tries to grin casually (with mixed results). Strike up a conversation. That sort of thing.
"Well, don't you look out of place? Not that I'm complaining."
She'd hoped whoever the YFCC would send to a high school would be someone easily manipulated into giving Sonia what she needed with a minimum of oh-so-messy violence. Someone like wet clay in her hands. Apparently, someone who is hitting on her, despite his eyes being at basically breast level for the tall Russian.
The woman's head tilts down, her smile evident in a face framed by her pale violet hair. She watches TV. She knows who this guy is.
"Well, hello there."
Mission accomplished.
Her arms come up and cross over and just under her breasts, which oddly enough does not seem to hide or obscure them, but instead suggests that she is holding them on her forearm like a waitress with a serving tray. Sonia is smiling, but even Tran can tell it's not a pleasant smile. It's a smile normally associated with cougars (not the cats). It says: you are adorable prey. I'm going to hunt you. The hunting might get ~sexy~ if you are very, very lucky. "Yes, I suppose I do. Are you here from the Community Center? That just might make you my opponent."
And now to bait the hook.
She stretches, arms going over her head with all the sinuous langour of a cougar (the cat). All it really does is emphasize how little she is wearing from neck to navel, and how tight those dark scarlet pants are. In the background, a few high school guys topple over backwards in a fountain of nosebleed red. "I really could use a workout," she says, suddenly not stretching anymore, as if the entire thing had been glanced through a cracked door into some sun-dappled boudoir.
She smiles at Tran. "Try to satisfy me."
A simple fact that Dr. Tran has yet to learn on his many misadventures is that sometimes, a pair of sunglasses just isn't enough to keep women from realizing you're staring at their boobs. Not that he has much choice in the matter with Sonia. Not that he's complaining.
He's just smiling and nodding and not really listening to whatever she's saying despite how she is saying it /very/ sexy-like because there are more important things to consider and her opinions probably aren't important because she is a woman. Except, wait. Did she just say opponent? So that means...and...
"Ah, what?" Tran's grin falters, just for a moment, and his entire body goes rigid. He forcibly relaxes himself almost immediately, but now he knows the truth. This entire thing is a setup, a TRAP. This sexy lady is probably in on it, in fact she is almost certainly Alma's devoted love slave because that would make Tran hate him even more so it has to be the correct explanation.
"Well, if you think you can handle it..." Nonetheless, he bravely soldiers on, despite how the island's volcano is exploding and the oasis is looking decidely drier. He glances at the gathered schoolboys and girls, their mass getting thicker at the promise of a spectacle. "I guess I could stay and play for just a little while." He'll have to make this fast. The quicker, the better.
Boobs: better than a pocket watch, and cheaper too.
Sonia watches the hypnotic sex daze she appears to have lulled Tran into with a minimum of expended effort, and a slow smile spreads across her face. Normally the former assassin is decidedly poker faced when it comes to revealing what pleasure she takes in these little moments, but right now, it seems appropriate. You would think that the idea she's got him eating out of her hand is what's really at play, but no... oh no. It's not.
She saw two things:
1.) Tran's moment of hesitation and surprise
2.) The looks he's surreptitiously giving the school audience.
"A little while? Oh, come on, now," Sonia says, putting a hand to her sternum, palms down and fingers splayed. It can easily be read as a gesture of amused mock-offense... or that she's going to unzip something or possibly trail an ice cube down that exposed, perfect midriff. Either way. "You've got to go the distance for me, Doctor," she adds, totally unironically. "I bet if you make it look good you can even snag yourself a little... snack afterwards."
The schoolgirls gathered hear this statement and express a communal sentiment through facial expression alone that is so very rude. Sonia, meanwhile, is suddenly adopting a... perfectly fluid, relaxed stance, eyes fixed on Tran. "I guess we'll see, won't we?"
Then she tries to clock him one in the jaw, out of nowhere. Looks like we're starting... tee hee <3
COMBATSYS: Sonia has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Tran has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Sonia successfully hits Tran with Strong Punch.
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Tran 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Sonia
The doctor's eyes follow Sonia's hand, completely independant of his rational control. It certainly does make it difficult to concentrate on...on things? Whatever he was thinking about. It all gets brought back into focus when she mentions a... snack.
Dr. Tran throws up in the back of his mouth a little. It's amazing how effective it is at bringing a man back down to Earth. He spares another glance at the schoolgirls, most of whom have now turned decidedly ugly in the 'hate his guts' sort of way. Most of them.
"AHHHHH IT'S DR. TRAAAAAN!!" A shrill voice pierces through the school and, indeed, probably the entire Sunshine City area. A schoolgirl, slightly chubby and pimply and oh, also FOAMING AT THE MOUTH, bursts out of the crowd just as Sonia throws her punch.
It more or less catches him clean in the jaw, spinning his head around with a loud CRACK. The 'fan', dismayed, trips and falls on the ground at Tran's feet, where she begins to have what is best described as a 'joy seizure', shaking hands reaching out to tug weakly at his pant cuffs.
"I...hnggg!" The doctor responds eloquently by flinging himself forward as hard as he can, bringing his shoulder down to ram into Sonia's perfect midsection, and more importantly get away from that...that.../THING/.
COMBATSYS: Tran successfully hits Sonia with Strong Punch.
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Tran 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Sonia
There is contact.
It sucks for Sonia, because Tran is compact, but he is still a little ball of fury, and a bit like neutronium, when you squeeze fury down into a tiny space it just becomes greater in mass. That is to say, she attempts to sidestep Tran like a graceful matador and instead he rams into the Cult operative, sending her sprawling back a few steps.
Oh, Tran. It was bare skin. She was warm and soft.
And now she has a knife.
It appears out of basically nowhere and there's absolutely no way she could have been hiding it in her clothes without some sort of subspace folding technology. But there it is, in her hand, gleaming silvery steel, and she smiles over it at Tran as he charged by the hefty Sunshine schoolgirl.
Sonia's voice says, sweetly: "Oh, look out." Then she throws the knife. "I like to involve toys now and then."
Hilariously, the knife doesn't come near Tran. It flies off in a random vector, seemingly. Then it STOPS DEAD in midair, before Sonia does no more than flick her eyes toward the good doctor. And where her gaze goes, so goes the knife in a viciously improbable course correction.
COMBATSYS: Tran dodges Sonia's Snake Hold.
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Tran 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Sonia
Dr. Tran takes to the air in his mad escape/assault, and for one beautiful, glorious moment, the side of his head makes contact with Sonia. Beautiful and soft but hard and dangerous, enough to make him rebound off of her roughly to one side, tucking and rolling his way to a swift recovery. There may, MAY, have been a soft sigh of contentment in there somewhere. For that one moment, everything was perfect.
Now everything sucks, of course, in part because of some ladyfoam that got on him, in part because he is still here at a highschool and he didn't win in a single hit like he was hoping and also KNIFE TRICKERY.
"Ha! I knew it!" Nobody could throw a knife that poorly without a /devious purpose/. For once, the doctor's mild paranoia works in his favor, as this turns out to be true and so he's given ample opportunity to hop out of the knife's path AND toward Sonia again. He lunges, a fist coming up toward her midsection, while the other hand looks for a handhold up high.
Tran hesitates for just a split second, because there really isn't one. So instead he goes straight for her neck, trying to grab it and use it as leverage so that he can draw her close and get.../intimate/.
With a headbutt. which everybody knows is like a forehead kiss.
COMBATSYS: Tran successfully hits Sonia with Combo Attack.
- Power hit! -
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Tran 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Sonia
*WHAM*.
Heads collide. Probably not in the way that either of these combatants would have wanted, if you'd asked them when this fight began, either. (Maybe not even the right heads. HEYOOOOOOO) Regardless, Sonia already got a taste of Tran's tiny fury and frankly has no desire to have it happen again, and seems utterly prepared to abandon tactical supremacy for the sake of getting out of the way. This is when a girl in the crowd, one who hates Tran, shouts: "YEAH! YOU SHOW HIM, MA'AM."
As Tran's head comes up toward hers, he can see the little # shaped vein of hot woman who just got called old fury appear before he connects.
"Not into that?" Sonia says, voice a little thick from the rebound. Her plan is crumbling, but she's not going to let that bother her right now. She was taught to kill, to interrogate, by the best of the best. Some tiny man from... uh... [Asian nation here], she can't really tell... is not going to shut down the Cult. Perhaps Towazu is more devious than she thought, sending this clown to keep her busy while the real inroads to the Cult's operations are made elsewhere?
She'd best end it quickly, then.
"Don't play so rough, Doctor," she says to him in a sultry sweet way, deciding to hang back and reassess for the moment. She also then briefly, in a SPLIT SECOND, stares him down and hisses, "Who do you _work for_?!".
Perhaps only he can hear it. The students are cheering.
Oh dear.
COMBATSYS: Sonia gains composure.
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Tran 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Sonia
Dr. Tran is not an unsympathetic man. He too well knows the pain of people mistaking your age even though it should be obvious that just because he is clean shaven and short and takes care of his skin he is not like 17. It's not /exactly/ the same thing, and he is not so sympathetic that he keeps from smashing the bejesus out of Sonia with his noggin, but, y'know. It's there.
Moving up with her as she stumbles back a step, ready for the inevitable retaliation, Tran finds that it's actually not so inevitable after all. Being a courteous gentleman of honor and dignity, he refrains from continuing. For the moment.
"What? Having second thoughts so soon?" Finally starting to get back into the spirit of things, Tran's stopped cold by the following question, visibly recoiling a step as Sonia does a complete 180 and asks what for Tran is a very personal question.
"I..." He hesitates, and an enterprising schoolgirl takes this opportunity to leap onto his back, holding on tightly. The doctor's mood changes from a gentle slope downward to a mad rush into the deepest reaches of Hell itself.
"AGGGH GET OFF OF ME!" Steadying himself, Tran gathers power about himself, visible to the naked eye as a shimmer in the air. It's not really an /attack/, exactly, but it's still enough to cause the girl to release her grip and stumble backward, slightly dazed. Panting, Tran turns his eye back onto Sonia, looking grim.
"Come pry it out of me, then."
COMBATSYS: Tran gathers his will.
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Tran 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Sonia
Did he just show fangs all of a sudden?
Sonia grins. That sounds like a *dare*.
It might not look like it from first glance, where Sonia seems to be sort of an exhibitionist ganger girl gone totally wrong, but she is attuned enough to chi energy to at least sense when someone who can use it at the level of a fighter is doing... something with it. The crowd seems confused at this sudden break in the sexy, sexy action, and sensing their change of mood, Sonia is suddenly all sultry smiles again, while watching Tran like a bird of prey.
"Mm... you treat girls a little harshly. Most guys like you your age would be glad to have a schoolgirl fling herself all over them," she says, sweetly, as if she didn't just call him ~*old*~ and ~*unloveable*~. It's amazing, though, how the mere presence of Tran appears to be throwing her plans in disarray, and more to the point, how her own thoughts are becoming increasingly paranoid toward why the fight organizers put this match together in the first place.
Towazu is clearly more dangerous than she'd anticipated.
Her old assassin instincts kicking in, Sonia doesn't waste any more time; she drives in toward Tran, attempting to get ahold of his clothes. However, it is not bonus sexy time if she does this; instead she leaps straight up with him before inverting herself and falling back down to Earth on top of Tran, driving her fist into his stomach during the fall and then rolling away to stand.
COMBATSYS: Sonia successfully hits Tran with Fascination Sharp.
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Dr. Tran, for his part, does not give a single shit what any of these degenerate peons who can't even rightfully be called human think of him or the fight. He's not doing this for their benefit, after all. Not today, at least.
If he could, he would straight up ignore them, but as it is they're a constant shadow on his mind, clouding his thoughts with what would be paranoia if his fears weren't so incredibly well-founded. He doesn't even notice Sonia call him old. The question is, if he did, would he care?
He grunts dismissively, vaguely gesturing toward the crowd. "That's because they're deluded perverts, one and all." His respect for his fellow man fully outlined, Tran proceeds to get his shit totally crunched. Sonia rushes him, and while he is prepared for many things, a grab isn't one of them. They go up, they come down, and for all the trouble he doesn't wind up with anything sexier than a punch in the stomach. Which isn't sexy at all.
"Hgurf," Tran states to this effect. He's still relatively quick to recover, at least, rolling in Sonia's wake and coming up just as she does. His fist lances forward at what happens to be her chest and even though it is not really on purpose by god at this point the doctor is /committed/.
COMBATSYS: Sonia endures Tran's Quick Punch.
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Tran 1/--=====/=======|=======\===----\1 Sonia
SOME TIME AGO:
Shermie looks around at unfamiliar scenery. "Why am I here being written by someone other than my actual player. Also why am I floating Zordon-like holographic head."
Because you are the inspiration for something marvelous that's about to happen. Notice the sudden letterbox zoom on Sonia's cleavage.
"...LAWSUITS!"
NOW:
Tran punches. It's headed right for the goods. Sonia looks down at his approach, and considers just what her options are. The world slows to a crawl. Tran nears. Sonia flexes muscles she's not entirely sure were intended to do what they are currently doing.
She catches Tran's punch. WITH HER CLEAVAGE.
It is the warmest, softest prison he will ever have.
Sonia's right hand starts to glow with a faint hum of misty, steel grey chi, like the color of a summer thunderhead, and as Tran may (or may not) struggle to withdraw his hand from between her epic jugs, the Cult lieutenant ducks down and says, in a sultry whisper, "You can go back to whoever sent you and tell Towazu to leave Sunshine City alone."
Then she steps back, disgorging Tran whether he wants it or not, and brings her hand up toward the sky. Suddenly, columns of stormy wind chi, that same slate-grey stormcloud color, erupt from the ground, looking to Magnetic Shockwave(tm 2011, Sonia Romanenko) Tran up and away from his brief vision of Eden.
COMBATSYS: Tran blocks Sonia's Guardian Deity EX.
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Tran 1/-======/=======|-------\-------\0 Sonia
Dr. Tran's fist slams forward like a meteorite into the soft, fertile earth. It...
it feels pretty good
But somehow, heartbreakingly, it is impossible for the doctor to really enjoy it. His hand stays there with no resistance, sure, but...something's just not right.
"AHHHH! HE'S TOTALLY GROPING HER, WHAT A PERVERT!!" A chorus of outrage washes out from the crowd, causing him to visibly wince and reel. It is like having the shattered fragments of a chalkboard driven through his eardrums.
"Agggh, harpies! HARPIES, ALL OF YOU!" It is unfortunate for Sonia that he is positively incensed by the SCREECHING and the WAILING by the time she delivers her little message. Tran is aware of the chi building, and he is /angry/.
A storm erupts around him, but Dr. Tran does not budge. He is a wall, steadfast. He is a mountain, immoveable. Though buffeted from every side by the storm that Sonia sends his way, its effect is greatly dampened by the chi that's actively rising from him, faintly translucent white wisps that are near-invisible in the onslaught.
When it clears, Tran's coat is in tatters, But he looks surprisingly hale, considering. And his chi is still there, and more apparent every moment. He slowly raises a finger in warning, steam thickening and rising off of it.
"Here's a secret," he whispers. Then Tran erupts in sharp contrast, the floodgate opening up and a cloud of steamy chi surrounding the man like a new, infinitely more dangerous coat. He's shouting again, now.
"I'm unemployed!"
COMBATSYS: Tran switches his Mindset.
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Tran 1/-======/=======|-------\-------\0 Sonia
She's not sure how he did that.
She doesn't LIKE it, either.
The man is an enigma and it's starting to get on Sonia's nerves. This is the true terrible power of Doctor Tran. Sonia Romanenko works on facts, facts, facts. Reasoned assessments, mid-plan adaptations. But trying to form a strategy against Tran is like trying to ride one of those country bar bucking bronco things, only the damned bronco thing is a volcano. You are merely forced to hang on for dear life and hope everything works out in the end.
Unemployed.
Some distant echo of the Communist Soviet work ethic winds its way into her already building frustration, which may be why Sonia strides at Tran despite all the obvious warning signs, and attempts to grab his lapel, then hurl him to the ground, hissing "..._then get a job_" at him, unexpectedly.
COMBATSYS: Tran dodges Sonia's Quick Throw.
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Tran 1/-======/=======|-------\-------\0 Sonia
Fool Dr. Tran once, shame on you. Fool Dr. Tran twice and Dr. Tran will beat your fool ass with a broken lawn chair just like he did his dear old mother.
The doctor is breathing hard already, the effort of this, combined with withstanding the everpresent high school horde, takes all the willpower he has. Willpower that normally goes toward 'functioning like an adult human being who is not a crazed violent psychopath'.
"LIKE IT'S THAT EASY!" She has /no idea/ what Dr. Tran's been through, and telling him to get a job so...so.../simply/ is something that Dr. Tran cannot stand. Without even thinking about it, he rushes forward, sidestepping Sonia's grasping fingers to place himself all the better for his rapidly-approaching counter-attack, leaving only an uncomfortable, almost scaldingly hot cloud in his wake.
"If you're too dumb to know what you're talking about, then don't!" With this proclamation, Tran reaches out for Sonia's neck again, fingers erupting with energy. There's no follow-up this time; just a sideways /hurl/ that seems to defy traditional physics.
COMBATSYS: Tran successfully hits Sonia with Quick Throw.
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None of this makes any sense anymore, which certainly does explain why the typically unflappable Sonia Romanenko is feeling a little out of her depth right now. Suddenly there's steam-based afterimages, like Tran's a discount ninja doing all his own special effects with a coffee maker or something? And then he's calling her *dumb*? Oh, WHAT. And she is wearing that 'bitch, please' expression right after Tran steam-choke-slams her into the pavement.
When she gets back up, it's with a smirk of sangfroid, but that's all for the cameras. She's getting destroyed out here, and she's got to rally. Tran has gone from easily controlled known element to tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny ball of chaos: all the more harmful for being totally unpredictable.
This can still be turned to her advantage.
"Mmm... what if I said I LIKE a little pain?" she asks of Tran, distracting him while she puts her next plan in motion. Maybe she should have taken on the wrestlers and left Abobo with this guy. They'd probably get along.
_In a gay way_.
He's breathing heavy. Okay. This can work. She just needs to wait him out, then find her chance to strike. And keep him off balance. She might be losing, he might be insane, but Sonia never loses it under pressure. Even if she loses, she has contingencies in place.
"Would it help if I put on one of their uniforms?" she asks of Tran, suddenly whipping a knife from... somehwere... at Tran. This one doesn't do any fancy tricks. It's just ranged stabbiness.
COMBATSYS: Tran reflects Thrown Object from Sonia with Operation - Dr. Tran.
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If Dr. Tran thought the crowd was ugly before, now that he's remorselessly brutalizing a woman, they're really getting pissed. And they heckle. "Leave the old woman alone!" "Yeah, she can't defend herself, you bully!" They are perhaps blind to the knife that is swiftly thrown, at least until Tran disdainfully raises a hand to smack it away, the steam forming a small, tight disc that sends it spiralling in a tight curve back the way it came from. A gasp rises. "He's using a knife! Is that legal?"
Tran begins to wonder if it wouldn't be easier to just rip his own heart out at this point, but it's a distant thought. Indistinct and far away. The far simpler solution is to turn away from Sonia again and yell more.
"Shut it! JUST SHUT IT! What's WRONG with all of you!? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The chi around him flares up briefly, sufficiently cowing the crowd for the moment.
COMBATSYS: Sonia overcomes Reflected Thrown Object from Tran with Snake Hold.
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Tran 1/=======/=======|===----\-------\0 Sonia
He what. They WHAT.
Oh, hell no.
Her knife is coming back at her? They're calling her old? Her plans are crumbling around her? No goddamned way. She's Sonia Romanenko, former Soviet assassin, second in command of Sunshine City's controlling criminal organization. She's not Cobra fucking Commander. She is not Dr. Claw. The steam-powered knife coming back her way is accelerating nicely but Sonia has had enough of this from the look on her face.
She stares down the knife.
Which actually TURNS BACK THE WAY IT ORIGINALLY CAME out of SHAME.
"That's what I THOUGHT," the Russian says, icily.
COMBATSYS: Tran reflects Snake Hold from Sonia with -Q- is for Dr. Tran.
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Suddenly, this has become a contest of wills. Sonia's will propels the knife back the way it came, as though /shaming it/ into submission. Dr. Tran's will, conveniently enough, manifests in a huge-ass wall of anger and steam that's no mere /knife/ is ever going to penetrate.
Ducking down to one knee, Tran slams both palms into the ground, and all around him chi /erupts/. A wall taller than he is forms all around him, steam chaotically swirling as it attempts to break free of the boundries he's placed upon it, all to no avail. The knife strikes the barrier, is lost within its depths, and then comes shooting right back out at Sonia, like a jet with its little steam contrail.
"AND SEE WHERE THINKING GETS YOU!"
COMBATSYS: Tran successfully hits Sonia with Reflected Snake Hold.
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Tran fired this projectile, so you can sort of guess where it lands, despite Sonia's last-second attempt to snatch it out of the air entirely. It's her goddamned knife, after all. But no, all she does is nudge it gently into place.
The tiny little cut it makes isn't even the bad part. The bad part is that steam has superheated the metal to a point where it is very, very, very hot. That's what superheated MEANS. It's heated, super. It hurts. A lot. It doesn't even knock the woman over or anything. It just really pushes her past a point where she doesn't even want to BE HERE anymore. This entire mission was a damn waste of time, and all her intel on Dr. Tran was completely and totally off.
This may be why she's muttering aloud as she removes the knife -- daintily -- from its resting place and chucks it on the ground, where it melts the blacktop a bit.
"Oh yes, we've seen him on TV," she mutters in a mocking tone. "Couldn't find his ass with both hands and Google Earth, is about as stable as a sub-Saharan interim government. Practically harmless. My _ass_," the Russian finishes, before snapping her fingers.
Almost instantly, a car is at her disposal. The fact that it had to drive around a school bus and through most of a park bench and possibly a fire hydrant just makes her pinch the bridge of her nose and sigh, deeply.
On cue, a car alarm starts going off.
"It's been a blast, dear Doctor," Sonia says, with the saccharine sweetness of the practiced vamp. "But I really must dash. We'll be sure to drop in a little present for your organization in celebration of your victory. Ciao!" She even blows him a kiss as she gets in the car.
As she drives away, that kiss becomes a massive, swirling pillar of stormy wind chi. A little goodbye present. As she watches it go off in the rear view mirror -- safely away from any reprisal Tran might launch -- Sonia picks up an iPad and starts tapping on it. "I think perhaps it's time we took Towazu's enforcer Tran a little more... seriously."
Oh, *dear*.
COMBATSYS: Sonia can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Sonia successfully hits Tran with Guardian Mercy.
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On the plus side, even though it hurts like a bitch, hey! Self-cauterizing injury. It is important to /think positive/ when faced with a tiny, steam-powered berserker-slash-avatar of chaos. All the moreso because he will not. Not ever.
Striding forward even as Sonia deals with her knife and laments her lack of accurate intelligence, Tran is almost surprised when she snaps her fingers and gets in a car, preparing for one of the hastiest getaways he has ever seen. He's willing to let it go at that, except...
"Are you even listening to me? Aggghghg!" He roars into the face of the kiss-turned-storm, whatever he has to say immediately drowned out by the rushing of wind, instead of doing something useful like 'defending himself in some capacity'. This whirlwind does much better than the last, lifting Tran off his feet and depositing him harshly on the ground some distance away, next to the Frother.
With a long suffering sigh, and one final burst, the chi surrounding the doctor ceases as though a faucet were turned off. Pushing himself up, he carefully nudges his fan away with one foot, trying not to get anything on him. "Cut it out." Shaking his head, unaware of what truly transpired today, he heads back to his rental, turns the alarm off with a disgusted look, and shortly drives away.
Log created on 12:28:50 01/06/2011 by Tran, and last modified on 18:33:19 01/14/2011.