Description: Naerose is sure she was on to something with the Stonehenge thing, and the strange events occuring there have only cemented her resolve. Going back to her witchly divination, she feels a similar power radiating from Sunshine City's Strange Temple - an edifice implicated in countless dead religions and doubtless linked to the world's communion with mankind. Meanwhile, El Fuerte is traveling the world, searching for answers of his own. If superpowered beings are coming out of the woodworks, would Iron Chef Karate not be one of them? The gossip around the culinary world has it that the Iron Chef's favored locales are dilapidated temples, and Fuerte's no fool. Enlisting Tizoc as a bodyguard and aide, he travels to Sunshine City to find answers, fulfillment, and delicious recipes! Blanka meanwhile just wants on a team!
Days! That's how long the Red Witch has been in this temple. Days! She's slept under logs, next to walls, on her feet, on the ground. . Mostly on the ground. Now she's here, as always, enjoying the scavenged 'food' she's found. The problem with places like this is that there just isn't any fast food anywhere. The berries weren't food, but Naerose has tried them anyway. She found some other things that looked like fruit and most of them were not. She tried catching animals, but turned out she was terrible at that. Her bag of chips she had stashed in her hat was starting to run low and she was going to be in trouble until she found out that she had also misplaced an entire box of pop tarts. Making that last wasn't going to be easy. Eventually she stumbled on a nest with eggs in it and tried to make eggs, but failed. Really really getting hungry.
"Oh man, when is something going to happen here?" The red witch asks while poking around the temple. She'd been waiting, meditating, staking the place out and so far after all of this time. . . Nothing.
"I so wish I knew the bus schedule out here". OF course there wasn't one.
Oh the timing of that question. Something just may happen sooner than later given what is happening right now. There has been alot of stuff going on with the tournament and it was good to get a win and advance. Of course there are matters more important in the long run when it comes to The Hurricane of the Gulf. His search for Iron Chef Karate is still in full swing and he feels like he has barely scratched the surface in finding the veteran chef and fighter. Raiden had no information and Hon-Fu had been problematic in the fact he wouldn't even try to talk with El Fuerte.
Instead now the cop is tied up in the back of the van and a prisoner until he decides to talk. He is turning out to be a tough egg to crack. On top of that it seems Dan hasn't come up with any new clues to the location of Iron Chef Karate as well. Then a rumor fell into his lap the other day. One that revealed something he didn't even consider before. Temples! Old wise warriors usually hang out around there, right? Of course there is the problem of there being many of them in Japan alone to check. That is why he has spent several days checking each one he could find and usually leaving confused tourists and/or monks in his wake.
Somehow he has even mentioned to talk Tizoc into coming along with him this time around. He kept saying it would be a bonding experience between the two wrestlers. Afterall they are team mates and fellow countrymen! They even both wear masks! It is just that Fuerte seems to take eccentric to a whole new level to where it makes Tizoc come off as normal. "This one I heard is abandoned. A perfect place for him to have a secret lair for where he cooks his delicious entrees!" he declares as he strides forward towards the temple. "I have a good feeling about this!" This is what he said about the past three temples they have already visited today.
Tizoc looks dubious. As dubious as a large man in elaborately feathered griffon mask and tight red spandex pants and boots can look. "Amigo, I hope you are right. I have no objection to religion that helps the people, but I am not a man of God myself..." Still, it -is- a bonding experience. "What of this temple?" he asks, idly, as he follows Fuerte, his steps loud, even without him running or really exerting himself yet.
"And tell me more about this 'Iron Chef Karate'. My knowledge of such things is limited but perhaps I have heard heard something that may help you." RUmors, after all, do fly fast and thick, and sometime sthey even contain grains of truth!
That big griffon mask swivels back and forth as he strides along, his presence as uncovered as his face is covered.
"Does he have some recipe you are wanting to have from him?" The bird wrestler is curious, nothing more--cooking is no passion of his, but he does love to eat. "And that reminds me, I have not yet partaken of your food, Fuerte."
Much like the others that wander towards the temple, Blanka is not a religious man. Thoughts of the hearafter are difficult to think of when you've been raised to focus on the here and now. Blanka's probably close enough to catch snippets of conversation, but for his part, he's tucked onto one of the nooks that the broken-over pillars have formed, and his green body actually blends in quite well with the moss-covered stone that forms pieeces of the aged monoliths from days gone by. There, he lazes about, watching the trials and tribulations of both Naerose and the pair of Tizoc and El Fuerte - something keeping him a little quiet for now. Something akin to the same little voice that brought him here. Curiosity can be sated if he just waits a little longer, right?
Cocking her head, the witch grows quiet. Can it be? Is it time? Time for what. She doesn't know. Maybe they have foot. The witch creeps up toward the sound of people talking, and says, with every step, "Sneak Sneak Sneak Sneak Sneak." You know the tip toe hunched thing a child would think meant you were sneaking? Well Naerose is doing that and totally giving herself away.
Course when she spots people in masks she's like, "WOAH!" And scrambles to try and get away from the pair that she tried to sneak up on in the first place and ends up falling over onto her backside.
"Eek! I figured somoene would come, but not a couple of friday the thirteenth cosplayers!"
She scrambles to straighten herself up and asks, "So, umm, don't suppose you'll tell me who sent you then?"
Ahh yes, El Fuerte hasn't exactly gave many details on things other than he is searching for Iron Chef Karate. "Oh! He is the one that was in my restaurant that tried to stop Raiden and Hon-Fu from destroying everything!" Oh how his memory has changed. "I am sure he is an excellent chef and I wish for him to work for me! He is just very elusive." All he knows is the man is a student of Takuma and much like Takuma he is stealthy when he does not wish to be found. "I am sure there is so much we can learn from one another, I am sure!"
His attention also shifts just a bit as he realizes Tizoc is right about something. He has yet to cook for his team mates! "I must remedy that! I will fix us a feast before our next fight! Yet another team bonding experience!" One that might make the other three boot El Fuerte right off the team once everything is said and done. For now Tizoc is spared for a bit longer though and can keep wondering just what Fuerte's food might taste like.
He is about to say something else before there is a loud shriek and the luchador soon finds himself staring at Naerose. He looks confused for a moment then he points right at the girl. "Ah hah! I knew I was right! She must be a guard for Iron Chef Karate! She is going to try and keep us from finding his secret lair I bet."
"I see... well, let us find him and convince him quickly, then! When the tournament is over, we'll gather the team together and have a giant feast, alright?" The bigger man seems confident in this, as he adds, "A -victory- feast!" For the wrestler is sure of their ultimate victory--that their cause, the cause of Wrestling and Justice, will give them the power to win through against any odds. When Naerose approaches, though, Tizoc suddenly goes alert.
"As this is your quest, Fuerte, I shall hold back. You should talk to her, convince her that we need to see the Iron Chef immediately... I'm sure that once she hears why you want to see him she'll understand. The second round of the tournament is due to start soon. I would hate to leave the rest of the team hanging while we attend to this, as important as it is."
Well, that certainly can't be good! Blanka listens to the conversation from above, and El Fuerte and Naerose's reeactions are interetsing indeed. She doesn't /look/ like a bodyguard, but it's certainly possible, what with the way of the world - where eveen the most inconspicuous of people can be fighters beyond compare. Blanka is certain to take El Fuerte at face value, for now. But still - if they were to gang up on her, it would impunge on Blanka's sense of fair play.
Tizoc, however, says the magic words. Mentioning a) feast, b) tournament brings Blanka's interests to the fore. He shifts in his perching, no longer lazily watching, but an attentive gold-eyed listener. He reachese out towards a knapsack he has near his perch and starts to rummage through it one-handed, while wracking his poor jungle-man brain to try and remember what he'd found out about the various teams from tournament sites. Perhaps it was time to try his brilliant plan that went horribly awry the last time again.
"Wait, do the who the .. oh right.." Naerose adjusts her shades and nods, looking the pair over, "I'm going to guess you're wrestlers of no small repute. And you were told to look around temples to find something, that I'm probably guarding.. Furthermore to prove yourself you have to .. defeat the guardian, am I correct so far?" Naerose raises both brows then says, "Right, this makes sense now. " She looks around and says, "Except, it sounds like a lot of work and besides, I'm the guardian right? So I have to put up a fight. Therefore, I will just demand you prove yourself as the worthy ah, people, yes, questors, but answering just a few questions. First, and this is purely a formality, WHAT is your quest?! And who specifically put you on it, included, but not limited to spooky temples." The red witch grins, grins big, her entire attitude having suddenly shifted as something seems to have occurred to her.
Hah! Just as he thought she is a guardian of some sort. That just makes El Fuerte feel more confident that he has finally found a true hiding place for Iron Chef Karate. He is even more sure of it when she was starts talking about wanting information and for El Fuerte to prove himself. He just nods to Tizoc and he steps forward. A hand rests on his hip and he points to the sky with a single finger with his other hand. "I am the Hurricane of the Gulf and master chef, EL FUUUUUEEEERTE!" he declares loudly.
His stance shifts and he crosses his arms while standing up straight. Not too imposing given the man's height despite being a rather stout. "I am here in seek of Iron Chef Karate to recruit him into my ranks! I believe he is hiding out in this temple and yoooooooooooooooooou..." he points straight at Naerose. "Must be here to protect him and give him time to escape!" That is the most logical thing he can think of. The fact he is looking for a masked chef in a ruined temple goes to show logic doesn't play a big part in El Fuerte's life. "Now out of the way and let us in. I do not want to hurt you, amigo!"
If Tizoc had a palmable face, he might palm it. SOmehow he doesn't think this will end well. The man hangs back, looking about--looking sharp. Something is missing, he feels. Something or someone... He'll let Fuerte do his thing, his loud and up front lucha thing. Tizoc settles for looking imposing, his arms crossed across his barrel chest and his mask giving him that stern visage that has frightened many an evildoer into repentance. But he does speak up.
"Miss, it would be best to let us pass. This is urgent business for my amigo; he *must* see the Iron Chef as soon as possible, so that we can return to our teammates triumphant!"
Yes, yes, this is all interesting - a challenge of sorts has been made, and the perfect time for Blanka to put his own plan into action is rapidly approaching. The idea of placing himself into a King of Fighters team has been bubbling around his head for quite a while - and with Tizoc and El Fuerte talking about their teammates, perhaps it is now time for Stealth Blanka to make his attempt to join! With a rustling from above, Blanka finds what he was looking for in the napsack. When El Fuerte admonishes Naerose, and Tizoc backs them up, a third voice joins in, from just behind.
"Yes! Because then we can join our other teammates and get back to the tournament. There are..oo.. no bears to wrestle here? Comrades?"
Blanka is dreessed in the red boots and bracers of the Red Cyclone of Russia, with the tight shorts pulled up over his torn jean-shorts. He's unable to truly style his hair in the manner of the great wrestler, or hide the color of his skin like Cammy suggested, but in his mind, it's a good enough imitation to get him on to the team. He tries to act nonchalant as he moves to stand near the other two, before nodding approval to Tizoc's entreaty and then whispering to him in confusion. "What is Iron Chef? Blan... Zangief has not heard about him! Is he a bear?" To sum up: Blanka knows nothing beyond the fact that Zangief is russian, and that he wrestles bears. But really, who does?
The Red witch nod nods at all the introductions, doesn't realize Blanka isn't part of the group, so she totally accepts his interjection like it belongs and keeps nodding. Finally she raises a hand and says, "Look see the Iron Chef is a very important ah person and people are trying to steal his secret recipe for, ah, witch cakes (tm)" Naerose totally fights the urge to drool just thinking about it, "So I have to make sure you're the real champions of cuisine before I can let you pass, it's just a matter of you telling me who set you on this quest and why and then I'll totally let you in on how to get into the kitchen sanctuary that is hidden in this temple. Would I lie?"
She smiles as if no part of her feels bad about in fact lying through her little witch teeth.
No, a guardian would never lie. They are an honorable sort afterall. Or so he would think. Why wouldn't they be? All El Fuerte knows is that she just admitted that Iron Chef Karate is indeed hiding out deep in the remnants of the temple and that only just makes the luchachef feel more excited. He is about to say something when he hears a bad Russian accent and he turns about to stare at Blanka. He squints and it shouldn't take this long for him to realize that is in fact not Zangief. "Amigo....." he says to Tizoc and points towards Blanka. "Another guardian! We must keep on our toes!"
This Iron Chef Karate is certainly proving to be a tricky sort. Trying to disguise themselves as other members of the team? For shame! He will have to stay on his toes. "Griffon mask! I believe we must battle to move forward!" he declares and looks between Blanka and Naerose before turning to the witch. "We will prove our worth! To action!" he declares as he goes charging right for Naerose and then leaps forward to dropkick the witch if he manages to connect.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Naerose has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Tizoc has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Blanka has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Blanka
El Fuerte goes for the witch, as his is right; that leaves.. 'Zangief'.. for Tizoc. The Griffon Mask turns to Blanka, slowly, his griffon visage unamused. It's obvious that this is -not- Zangief. Tizoc knows his team leader well, for all hat they have not spent much time together really--Zangief is a unique man. This man is, in his own way, unique as well.
"I do not know why you are attempting to impersonate our fearless leader, sir, but I should warn you... that green skin does not 'play'." Sensing foul play, Tizoc moves to grapple with Blanka, "LET ME SHOW YOU THE ERROR OF YOUR WAYS!" Though he shouts, he doesn't sound angry--just grandiose, as he grabs for Blanka, to take him into a high-flying, screw piledriver, spinning horizontally, not vertically. "JUSTICE... HURRICANE!"
COMBATSYS: Blanka interrupts Justice Hurricane from Tizoc with Electric Thunder.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Blanka
How do people see through these perfect disguises! Blanka is going to have to take lessons.. or at least go work at a tanning salon to change the tint of his skin! Quickly caught out by his occasional acquaintance, Blanka tries to backpedal as he's recognized. "No, no, not guarding anything... was just follaroo.. awck!" Without being given a chance to put words up as a defense, Tizoc's attack catches Blanka by complete surprise. He's snagged and grabbed, being shown the error of his ways by a tight grip and a rapid rise upwards. During the spinny part of the attack, Blanka's gold eyes narrow, and flick between white and blue - just like the rest of him does, an instinctive warning to those that would grab and grip and squeeze that he is not to be touched, the intrinsic spark that he holds inside him coursing around his frame as the piledriver comes down. As he lands headfirst, he's dazed and dizzed, but certain he's given just as good as he's gotten. Half bent over, he tries to roll a foot or two back, a bestial growl in his throat. Something's telling him to fight - and he's in quite the mood to listen to it all of the sudden!
COMBATSYS: Naerose blocks ElFuerte's Light Kick.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Blanka
Oh drat! They are picking a fight and not giving Naerose the information she wants. At least the kick attempt was something she could see coming in time to use her shin to deflect some. Not taking the full brunt, she looks over at the green dude, looks at El Fuerte and sighs,
"Well I Suppose we'll need to see what a spike in chi here does to the node, and if there isn't some way of syphoning it off like Tomoko did.." The Red witch brings her broom up defensively. "Not that I'm really seeking that kind of power, but this will answer some questions too, I just like I dunno, totally wish you hadn't been so difficult! The Iron chef will be displeased." The Red which then makes a move in and tries to blast El Fuerte with a blast of Chi,
"En Criento!"
COMBATSYS: Naerose successfully hits ElFuerte with End Creation.
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Tizoc 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Naerose
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ElFuerte 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Blanka
To attack is the only thing he could do! They tried to play body snatchers with one of El Fuerte's friends! Before he knew it he would turn about and find Tizoc had been replaced as well. They have to fight before they fall to the trickery of Iron Chef Karate and his minions. His feet hit something solid, but not quite as powerful as he had hoped it would be as he bounces off the woman and lands on his feet. "C...chi!?" he says and stares when that blast comes his way. The Hurricane of the Gulf never likes these sort of attacks. It might be for the fact he can't do himself or it doesn't involve grappling.
Even so he tries to hop back and out of range, but his footing isn't quite as fast as normal and he takes a direct hit in the torso that sends him rolling backwards. He manages to catch himself and scrambles back up to his feet. "Hah! A worthy opponent. If we manage to defeat you both Iron Chef Karate will have to show himself!" He rushes forward as he reaches to grasp the witch and then flip her about while throwing her forward and dropping her head first onto the solid ground. "FAJIIIIITAAAAAAAAAAAAAS BUUUUUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"(wulf)
A painful grunt lashes from underneath the mask, as Tizoc finds his hurricane disrupted! Still, it was a telling hit, and Tizoc rolls away from Blanka, rising to his feet, sparing a quick glance back at Fuerte and Naerose. "Stay strong, my fiery Latino brother!" he calls, before turning towards the green form of Znagiefka. "Senor, I think it was wrong to try to imitate Zangief. Our Russian comrade is unique and inimitable, as we all are... why not embrace your strengths?"
Speaking of embracing... Tizoc suddenly rushes forward again, in that direct style of wrestling that is his trademark--seeking to *hug* Blanka. That is, to pick him up around the waist and squeeze, with all his might, several times--not a bear hug... a -Gri-Hug. One that would end with Blanka being turned around and kicked towards Fuerte and Naerose!
COMBATSYS: Tizoc successfully hits Blanka with Gri-Hug.
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Tizoc 1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0 Naerose
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ElFuerte 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Blanka
"Blanka just... want to be on.. tea*wheeze!*!" It's hard to finish sentences when you can't actually get air into your lungs because they are being crushed and compressed like if you were deep-sea diving. Blanka whips his hair back and forth as he tries to free himself, but is unable to do so until Tizoc throws him at Naerose and El Fuerte.
As he bounces and bumbles into the ground, he tries to get his bearings - being in a tumbling motion, he circles around the pair as they argue and battle, then he spins in again towards Tizoc. If the man says 'play to your specialties', he's certainly going to do so! As he gathers speed, he aims himself at the bigger man, trying to roll straight up him, to end with a double-foot kick up into the man's masked jaw!
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Naerose with Fajitas Buster.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Blanka
Ouch! That guy is really throwy. Head first into the ground hurts. It hurts a lot. But Naerose isn't down and out yet. She picks herself up and fixes her hat before saying, "Totally ow!" And does a little twirl back from the thrower and flings a flurry of air darts at him, while shouting 'Sagitta Minor! Lets keep some distance here, seriously!"
The darts would stick like a regular darts, but quickly fade away as they're seemingly made out of frozen air. At first appearing like ice, rather than air, but oh yes, darts all the same and very pokey.
"Hey Green fella, thanks for the assist, though, this isn't.. something I need to win.. Excatly.." She says, calculatingly.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte dodges Naerose's Sagitta Minor.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Blanka
Great success! The luchador may have been surprised at the start, but now he finds himself ready to kick things into high gear. He can't let himself lose to these guardians. He is ready to grasp again, but then the witch decides to start firing darts of stuff right at him. Between that and thinking Blanka might fly right into him the luchador feels unsure what to do. He just leaps up high into the air as much as he can and then twists about somehow managing to avoid everything before touching down on the ground again. "You two are tricky. Even more so you are pretending he isn't your friend!"
He will have to be careful and be sure not to fall for any more tricks. He quickly closes the distance between himself and the witch. Hands are grasping once again. If he manages to get ahold of her once again he brings her upwards and then goes to fall backwards while holding on this time to drive her head first onto the ground.
COMBATSYS: Tizoc endures Blanka's Vertical Rolling.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Blanka
The rolling Blanka slams into Tizoc's beaked mask face--and the big man is rocked heavily. But he stays on his feet--somehow--and spins around, lunging up and attempting to grab Blanka =right out of the air-!! "If you want to be on a team, amigo, then you must prove yourself as I have--as Fuerte has!! By being strong, brave, and soulful!!" Now, of course, he may be doing that -right now-... if he survives what Tizoc has planned.
Because what Tizoc has planned is... well, if he gets a grip on the green man, then they are going for a ride--a spinning, twirling right that would carry them upwards--and then plummeting back down, the wrestler positioning the beastman so as to land on himwith his boots in Blanka's breadbasket.
"BIG... FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" comes the cry, loud and powerful enough to shake the heavens!!
COMBATSYS: Blanka endures Tizoc's Big Fall Griffon.
*KNOCKED AWAY*
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There's a rather satisfying feeling when Blanka's feet meet Tizoc's beak - but that soon goes to another emotion entirely, once he's midair and feels his foot snatched and latched onto by the meaty wrestler. He's spun around and grabbed, snagged even as Blanka tries to right himself in midair. On the way down, Tizoc's boots push down into Blanka's sternum, trapping the beast and driving him down into the ground with an earth-shattering kab.. er, thud!
Hands splayed out against the ground, gold eyes looking dazed indeed, Blanka coughs out as the air is forced from his lungs, trying to suck in a quick breath. He grins toothily, eyes narrowing just a little. "That... all y-aroo got..? Blanka show he strong..!" With that, he wraps his hands around Tizoc's ankles, holds on for dear life, and explodes in a burst of brilliant blue and white lightining. It's enough to make his own hair stand on end - whatever will it do to the other fighter he's currently brawling with?!
COMBATSYS: Naerose interrupts Tepache Bomb from ElFuerte with Sagitta Major.
?!? Weird Hit! ?!?
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ElFuerte 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Blanka
Well! Naerose is having none of this throwing thing, if she can help it that is. When the hands that grasp.. Well, grasp! The Red Witch is ready for a counter offensive! She summons forth (rather hastilyI might add) a big javalin of chi energy which, given the relative proximity of the two fighters, is sure to be effective. That is, she hurls it into El Fuerte's chest in order to hopefully get some distance and also, well just to hit the guy with something. Something big. Something big and painful. Unfortunately, or fortunately? Naerose decides it would be way flashier if she did this with a crazy big pose of one hand in the air, the other pointing and somehow weaseling out of the grip. Seriously over flashed attack that in the end.. probably isnt' as effective as it could of been. Somehow despite having seemingly wasted a lot of movement in that attack, she actually looks a little rejuvinated from it, " I'm so col!"
That was not exactly something that El Fuerte had expected. He got a firm grip and he was just planning on Naerose to take it like witch. Instead he finds her hand flaring up with energy again and finding said energy being slammed right into his chest. It causes him to let go which is a good thing and he is pushed away to create some distance between the two. How long that there will be a fair amount of distance between the two remains to be seen. The luchador is rather plucky and doesn't look too worn out just yet.
He seems to be handling things a bit better than Tizoc. He and the Zangief clone are having quite the battle from the looks of it. It is a bit distracting to say the least. It is taking everything from El Fuerte to keep his attention on the witch instead of watching those two slug it out. "Be strong, amigo! We got this!" he cries out and he goes forward in a flash to close the distance between him and Naerose then aims to drive an elbow hard into her chest. "Arrrrrriiiiiibaaaaa!"
COMBATSYS: Blanka successfully hits Tizoc with Direct Lightning.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Blanka
The electric chi is devastating--Tizoc should have known better... but he is, well... he's electrocuted. The power of it is amazing, leaving Tizoc stunned, utterly destroyed... he rises to his feet, his entire body smoking with residual energy. He stands stock-still, as the last wisp of smoke slides off his shoulders. "Amigo," he says, quietly but clearly, "I will forward your resume to Zangief." Which is not to say that Blanka will get -in-, but... he'll have at least one letter of recommendation. For Tizoc cannot sense any malice in the green beastman.
"I cannot give you anything less than my very best... So here I GO!" And somehow he gets his ravaged body to move, launching himself at Blanka with a pounding flail of clotheslines and backfists, ending with a single lariat... that also sends Tizoc crashing into a wall, unable to control himself through the end.
COMBATSYS: Tizoc can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Tizoc successfully hits Blanka with Daedalus Attack EX.
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Wha-wait?! He actually got someone to listen!? Blanka may be able to work with people! This is great news! Blanka looks happy, pleased, getting to his feet and eagerly starting forwards to shake Tizoc's hand. He reaches out, the ringing in his ears making him mishear the words Tizoc speaks, the launching forwards catching him completely off-guard. The lariat catches Blanka completely in the chest, and he is sprawled out, laid out unconcious underneath the masked man. Unable to respond, there's very little out of him than the *whoof!* of lost breath, bestial green man completely and utterly ko'd.
COMBATSYS: Blanka takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Blanka can no longer fight.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Naerose
COMBATSYS: Naerose dodges ElFuerte's Strong Punch.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Naerose
Just who was that green guy anyway? Naerose isn't sure, she just sees two of the people take out each other and she's kind of like, okay. Hold on. She notices a fist coming her way and actually runs away from it. Seriously turns the other way and runs. Then she looks at the people around her and seems to think something is up.
"That was.. A lot of power that took out the big guy." She says, in a pondering voice, " I wonder if I can.." She decides now is a time not to attack, and infact turns tail and runs a little more. Then she stops.
"I wonder if that's what I should be feeling for.." She closes her eyes? Hard to tell, she has a pair of shades on, touches a pillar, an especially mossy one, as if something about that pillar .. makes sense to her.
"I need to concentrate.. " She says outloud, not sure if she's being, or going to be attacked any minute!
COMBATSYS: Naerose takes no action.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Naerose
El Fuerte comes inwards to attack and he misses, but not only that he seens that Naerose is in fact running? Guardians don't run! She must be up to something. He raises a brow and watches the odd witch start to pull out the shades and put them on. "Ooooooh I see! You are powering up!" he declares and then nods. "I knew you were holding back. I suppose that means I too must do the same." That is when the luchador grabs his mask and he tugs on it to pull it off to reveal another mask beneath. This mask is orange instead of red and has a flame look to it. That is when he yanks at his pants and removes them to a similar colored pair that matches his mask is revealed. "The Hurricane of the Gulf is now burning with vigor!"
He takes a deep breath and he claps his hands and then points to Naerose. "DYYYYYYNAAAAAAMIC COOOOOOOKING TIIIIIIIIIIIIME!" he shouts and he turns almost into a blur as he surges forward. He seems to have just found a great amount of energy deep within to help him make it through this fight. Tizoc fought bravely and defeated the Zangief body snatcher. El Fuerte cannot fail or else Tizoc was beaten up for nothing! He leaps up and goes to snag his legs around the neck of the witch and twist about to lift her off the ground and then throw her to the side.
COMBATSYS: Naerose blocks ElFuerte's Guacamole Leg Throw.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Naerose
She's looking deep in concentration and would of been totally grabbed by the leg throw if not for the shout of dynamic cooking time. Her brow knits in frustration.
"Man, I'm totally trying to do something." Did she have enough time to get the information she needed? Only time will tell, for now though all she can do is frown, frown big at the chef that manages to get her leg, but she twists out of it at the last second.
"Just .. give a girl a break!" She exclaims, and tries to get her broom in the chef's face.
She looks longingly at the pillar but then says, "Well, it's going to be done by now.. so what I got is what I got. " What was she after? (information?( Yes)).
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte interrupts Armed Combo from Naerose with Quesadilla Bomb.
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ElFuerte 1/-----==/=======|=======\===----\1 Naerose
Of course she is trying to do something! She is trying to protect Iron Chef Karate and is doing her best to wear El Fuerte out so he will have a tough time when the confrontation actually happens. That is what guardians do, right? Not only do they find out if someone is worthy they make sure said person is winded so their master has a fighting chance. Otherwise she would be out of a job! "I know what you are doing! That is why I must defeat you!" he cries out even if he doesn't quite manage to connect how he wanted.
He makes sure things go differently this time around when she comes in at him. If she is going to get close he will be sure to make her regret it. Even as she comes in to strike he too leaps forward. A knee coming upwards as he also throws a punch forward to slam the former into the woman's gut and the latter right into her face. He takes the hit from the broom as well and the object smacking is what keeps him from following up that strike right away and leaves him slightly dazed for a moment.
"You do know what I'm doing? And you're giving me this much of a oof!" Even as she eats a knee and gets slammed, Naerose gets up, shakily to her feet and says, "Okay.. well.. " She pauses a moment, brushes herself off and then shakes her head, "I totally don't feel bad for misleading you now." And then draws on her power, mounting her broom, she shoots off at El Fuerete, trying to grab him while passing him by.
If she can manage it she'll drag him into the air, drop him after getting a ways up before using him as a landing pad.. If she misses she'll likely crash into a wall. Ball in your court Chef Supreme.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte endures Naerose's Aquila Charge.
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ElFuerte 1/---====/=======|===----\-------\0 Naerose
The luchador begins to recover and the witch's words sort of sound like the adults from the old Peanuts cartoons. Probably a good thing because if she thinks he is problematic now she would not want to deal with a luchador that was mislead when dealing with such an important issue. She would probably wake up in a van next to Hon-Fu. He isn't even sure what to do after that, but he would just be so mad he would hold her until he could figure it out!
Instead he is coming to his senses as Naerose comes flying at him and his eyes go wide. His feet don't seem to want to move with him and instead he holds his arms out wide and he gets grabbed and dragged along for the ride. That is when he goes sailing upwards and quickly back downwards to meet the ground. What the witch may not have expected is El Fuerte bounces after impact and comes flying right towards the witch as he goes for a sweeping kick. "EL FUERTE......!" Oh this can't be good.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Naerose with El Fuerte Spark.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/------=|=======\=------\1 Naerose
The luchador smacks into the woman and then he jumps up to wrap his legs around the neck of Naerose and begins spinning about. It generates so much momentum he actually lifts her up off the ground as he twirls about like some mad helicopter blade. He then releases and throws her high. On her way downwards that is when he snags her in the air with arms gripping one of hers and legs grappling her neck again where he twists to the point where it is a miracle an arm isn't pulled out of socket before he releases and lets her fall to the ground. "DYNAMITE!"
Naerose wasn't really trying to fight to win anyway, she was trying to learn something, so it doesn't surprise Naerose very much, that after getting hammered, she doesn't really try to forge on. She just sort of grins, before hitting the ground and then passing out. After all, there is no iron chef here. Last laugh.
COMBATSYS: Naerose takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Naerose can no longer fight.
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Thus the witch is defeated and El Fuerte is the last man standing in the end. He will be sure to thank Tizoc in some sort of way for his help in defeating these guardians. Now he can move in and check out the temple now that bother are dealt with. The next several hours involve searching and finding nothing Iron Chef related. By then Naerose and Blanka have probably woke up and moved on. Though all through the outskirts of Sunshine City a scream can be heard. A loud and and angry one from a centain.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Log created on 16:15:20 03/19/2011 by Naerose, and last modified on 21:50:22 03/20/2011.