Description: In an alley in the back there is some underhanded things going on. Odd how Elias was seeking to find out more information on Vega would happen to stumble upon one of the vicious female killers he employs. The odds are stacked against him, but Elias finds an unlikely ally in an annoyed Hakan who is caught up in the mess by accident. Will the two together be able to overcome Decapre and her minions?
It's not a beautiful night, in the slightest.
Torrential rain blasts the bad streets of Metro City, washing away the dormant filth with promise only of a fresh layer of scum in the morning. The gutters are at bursting point, uneven sidewalks sopping with sprawling puddles. It's not a night to be outside - and those of a civil disposition are locked up tight in their homes, only the odd spill of dissonantly cheerful light betraying that this metropolis remains as densely populated as it is.
It is, however, a perfect night for those with ill intentions.
An armoured van has been parked in the mouth of one dingy alleyway a block removed from the main commercial strip of downtown Metro, all but blocking access to the few staggering ne'er-do-wells seeking a place to gain meagre shelter. What little space remains is taken up by a man of hulking proportions, standing in the flood like an immobile glacier. Well-padded muscle bulges from the straps of the tactical harness he wears over dark fatigues, and this is by far his most notable feature; face shrouded by a visored helmet. Though the headgear itself is fairly distinctive, marked at either side of the face by white decals in exaggerated fang shape.
Opposite his resting bulk, lurking in the alleyway proper, a much leaner figure stalks back and forth restlessly, his own visor raised, raindrops scattering down past a bony, jagged type of face with a thin-lipped mouth set in perpetual sneer. His eyes twinkle with a barely contained rage which is directionless - aimed at the world in general, as ever-present as his scowl - though at this moment they are fixated upon two hooded figures herded up against the van.
As the men wait and prowl, respectively, a third approaches.
But this one comes across the rooftops. Heedless of the rain, though unprotected, this final figure is sleek and fast - its own dark attire accentuated by ostentatious red gauntlets and like-coloured slits of set into a visage that is otherwise utterly dead. It may take more than one glance to realise that this nocturnal hunter is wearing a mask, though such a mask; polished ebony, with wildly slanted eyes and uncanny square of a mouth. The figure is also unmistakably a woman, from the impossibly well-toned muscular, yet almost grossly feminine figure, to long, white-blonde pigtails.
There are a few in this world who would recognise her in an instant.
Decapre, perhaps the most chilling of Vega's Dolls. And also one of the more deadly.
She drops into the alleyway with the near-silent perfection of the professional assassin that she is, going momentarily unnoticed even by those who await her call. As she rights herself, the dim light of nearby street-lamps catches off the prominent triple blade of the claw mounting her right hand. A second later, the prowling man turns about, and almost drops to one keen in his shock at seeing the creepy woman. Her only response is a cant of the head, focusing upon him from somewhere behind those glowing red holes.
"Look sharp," he grates out to his companion, "She's back."
The larger man starts, helmeted head whipping around before he pushes himself upright with only small difficulty, drawing to a reasonable semblance of attention alongside the other. Decapre stalks forward, past them, and comes to rest in front of the two small, hooded beings beside the truck. Her unclawed hand extends, grasping the tops of those shrouded heads and pulling free the hoods to reveal two terrified young girls. A quick examination, and her cold, dead voice rings out, the only colour in her tone coming from the distinctive accent. No matter where she has been bred, honed, she is Russian-born.
"You have performed adequately. We shall return with one, but dispose of the older. She is of fractional worth. Do this, and Lord Vega will be pleased. Proceed."
Gritting his teeth, the wiry operative turns about, reaching toward the small of his back, where a holster holds a sizable handgun mounted with a suppressor. Withdrawing it, and flicking off the safety, he steps toward the shivering, brown-haired girl upon the right hand side; as the Doll moves aside, watching him carry out his orders with the absolute dispassion her mask guarantees.
With so much going on with the world it has been hard to keep track of everything for some people. With Elias he had been plagued with problems in Sunshine City and the attacks on his shelter. Not one, but two within a short time of one another. The demon in human form that had kidnapped Alice was bad enough, but a young woman that attacked soon after that left Amy questioning herself and a young boy dead. These have been very trying times for the priest and Elias this time will not lose his faith. Instead if people want to make an enemy of this man of God he will certainly make them regret it.
With Alice in safe hands, or so he thinks, he has traveled to check on his shelter based in Metro. Somehow through all this chaos that one has been unscathed. It seems Haggar and his men have been doing a fine job and everyone seemed happy. Unfortunantly he didn't have time to linger and greet those that have missed him for being away. After speaking with some contacts both in the shelter and over the phone he tried to find answers as to those that seem to want to hurt Alice and attack his shelters.
Odd how things sometimes work in a weird way. Elias was actually walking back to the shelter when he sensed something just not feeling right. It could be when he notices the oddness of what is going on in a distance. He could not make it out entirely given the rain, nevermind the fact he is STILL wearing shades at this time of night, so he approaches in a casual manner with hands clasped behind his back as he closes in. The sound of his footfalls easily give away his approach while moving closer to the van.
Is Hakan the only normal person on the block?! What a sad, sad day this is, how openly do the heavens weep for such a travesty with this dreary weather! He has no masks, no ties to horrible organizations, no demons to live with...all he has is his magnificent heart, bursting with love and a hairstyle that is just utterly fascinating!
And right now, that hair is pressed up against a "director's" head, the two men butting in a show of strength despite the non-baron's relative lack of bulk. Fight hard, Mister LeBeau! You don't have to take this!
"What do you mean, the scene needs less oil?! It needs more of it! You've hardly used four bottles' worth!"
"You idiot! These are four-hundred watt bulbs, are you trying to fry Miss Hathaway's delicate skin? She'd never find work again!"
"You fool! I have been wearing this oil for years, see how healthy and smooth my skin is?!"
Despite the oil mogul's incredible convincing arguments, few can match the stubborn pride of an overpriced film crew. Finally throwing his hands up and muttering some disparaging words in his Turkish tongue, Hakan stomps--quite literally--toward the heavy metal door leading to the back of the building. Shoving it open with push of his palm, the thing bangs against the brick wall after swinging completely open with a terrible, ear-splitting crash.
"Stupid Bollywood people, what would they know of--huh?"
Time stops for the man as he looks forward and sees that the alleyway in question is not at all empty. A van, people in helmets and masks, though he can't yet see in the van itself. His blank eyes stare for a second, blink once, and then he asks...
"Oh! I'm sorry, I did not mean to interrupt your shooting!"
Of course, he means it in the sense of another commercial. Regardless, he gingerly pulls on the metal door, tugging it closed with a quiet click...but he's still outside. Damned if he's going to go back to arguing with that blockhead just yet!
"Alright, kid..." Grits the man assigned to carry out this heinous murder, darting a shifty sidelong glance to the Doll and deciding he'd rather do this without her visible scrutiny. Muttering beneath his breath, he twists up a handful of hair and hauls the girl up into the opened door of the van, shoving her against the benchlike seat in the back and pinning her flat to the metal. The clatter of his heavy boots against the metal floor goes some way to concealing Elias' approach - as does the sudden interjection of Hakan.
"Continue execution as ordered!" Decapre's monotone rises just faintly with the exclamation, inflected not with panic; but a simple requirement for haste, as she rounds upon the Turk and slips forward with lithe, predatory grace. Her claw raises and twists before her, the December Doll sighing along the gleaming metal length as she takes a moment to consider this interloper. Files indicated nobody fitting this description would be in the area, and visual contact confirms a negative in her robotic mind. He can be written off.
"Threat assessment: negligible," she decides with a soft grunt, "This operative will engage. Codename Walrus will perform backup duties as required. Stealth WILL be maintained." Her foreign pronunciation does nothing to detract from the harsh, horrible lack of emotion in her words as she advances upon the oil wrestler. Behind her, the rotund, powerful form of her designated watchman rumbles around to keep an equal eye upon his two partners-in-crime. Inside the van, the other man hesitates, perhaps questioning how he has found himself pinning down a sobbing seventeen year old and placing a muzzle to her skull.
Fortunately, his hesitance goes unnoticed.
Swift steps carry Decapre forward, until she is upon Hakan in a flash, crimson slits blazing the final warning she will give. Flickering through the darkness of the alley like a ghost, pigtails streaming out behind, she lands before him in a tight crouch, before springing into the air, a foot lashing out to catch him beneath the chin. She is holding nothing back - and aiming to kill the lesser foe she assumes this bizarre, muscular creature to be. After snapping his neck, she intends to smoothly rebound and land upon her feet with catlike grace; her work done, though at least shows the wisdom to keep her attention upon him until she is sure. Too many mistakes have already been made.
She doubts that Lord Vega will be pleased. There may be further casualties before the night is done.
COMBATSYS: Decapre has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Tiger has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Elias has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Walrus has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Hakan has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Tiger 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Elias
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Walrus 0/-------/-------|
It seems that fate did bring Elias by to prevent a heinous crime this evening. Or at least give him a good chance in stopping it from happening. He remains silent as he almost is cloaked by where he stands near the van listening. That expression never changing as he only seems mildly surprised by the door nearby suddenly opening up. His gaze travels over to where Hakan comes out and his brow furrows slightly. The man is large, but also an innocent. He hopes he will be all right while Elias tries to take down the other two.
It seems now is the best time to strike as well. He isn't going to get a better chance and hesitation just will cost that girl her life. Even so the priest moves carefully so not to startle the two and perhaps make the man holding the gun to the girl fire before he gets a chance to try and take the gun away. His main problem is the rather large and burley fighter that is blocking his way and playing look out.
Elias unclasps his hands and he reaches to grab the large man even as his hands begin to ignite with a fire that does not seem to burn. "Today is the day you gentlemen should pray for forgiveness." he calmly states as he attempts to rest those hands on the big man. It is a strange feeling of suddenly getting tired. As if all his energy is just starting to be drained away. A nap wouldn't be too bad now would it, Walrus?
COMBATSYS: Decapre successfully hits Hakan with Cannon Spike.
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Decapre 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Hakan
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Tiger 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Elias
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Walrus 0/-------/-------|
Hakan wasn't hurting anybody. No, he thought he had been rather polite in his near-apology. He'd even closed the door so that the groups of actors wouldn't bother one another, and he'd been quiet! So...why on earth is this macabre little girl suddenly jumping on him like this? "Please, I'm a married man!" he calls out, if only in his mind. In reality, his crushed neck gurgles out something akin to "eeg, hrgglgak!" There's a popping sound and he drops to the pavement, face-down into a smattering of boxes set beside the door. The crushing of cardboard, the tinkle of glass bottles as they spill out and roll into the alleyway... Such noise!
For the time being, the red giant is down and out, it seems! The assassin is free to do whatever she likes, however robots are supposed to celebrate after a job well do--
"AAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOW!"
Hakan's body flails around, forearms hitting upon the ground in his panic. Pushing himself up, he stands with his legs spread, yet the world is...tilted. His head is still bent to the left, but all it takes is a hand on either side of it, a deep breath, and a jerk to crack his neck back into alignment, apparently. His eyes are wide, his jaw slacked...and again, he's stuck in a moment of pained surprise! "... ... ...What on earth did you do that for?!" Even as he asks the question, one of the bottles rolls up to a stop against the side of his foot. It draws his attention, a quick look down to see...his own label! "What is--what are these doing here?!" Oil bottles abound in their glass prisons, all spilling out from the box he'd landed on. "These are supposed to be...! Ah! I see now!"
Lifting a foot, Hakan slams down onto the neck of one of those bottles. Its curve flips the entire container up into the air, overhead even. Two, three, four more stamps send more bottles upward, each smashing into the overhand above his head, exploding in a shower of oil and glass bits. The oil oozes down over the man's red flesh...the glass just sort of slides right off into a circle around his feet. "Tell me..." he starts, muscles all tensed and stiff, his shoulders spread with a deep and angered frown on his lips.
"Where is Seliani hiding?!"
COMBATSYS: Hakan gathers his will.
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COMBATSYS: Walrus blocks Elias' Hell or Heaven.
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Decapre 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Hakan
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Tiger 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Elias
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Walrus 0/-------/-----==|
"Uh, boss...?"
'Codename Walrus' is one of the newer Shadaloo recruits, picked up from some small disintegrated crime syndicate after showing unusual resilience and tenacity beyond what his rather pudgy frame would suggest him capable of. But possessed of quick wit and exceptional decision-making he is not. As Elias speaks his placid piece, from behind that all-encompassing visor beady eyes roll from the priest to the rebounding Doll as she deftly lands. Seemingly making no attempt to avoid those hands, the spherical operative starts to quiver as they descend upon him...
"I think, we gots ourselves a p-p-problem!"
His teeth begin to chatter, though far more alarming - and disgusting - is the quivering mass of his body as Elias' flames work their magic. Jiggling and bouncing as he is beneath the stoic father's touch, it may be a moment before Elias realises that his victim has managed to defend himself only by grace of his overweight frame. As he comes to a wobbling stop, a gloved hand whips suddenly upward, snapping open the visor and revealing a sweaty, ugly face with a gurning mouth possessed of approximately six teeth in full working order. Walrus, it seems, is quite the looker.
"'Dat tickled," he cleverly remarks, squinting at his apparent foe.
"Code Walrus: engage interloper!"
"Yes, boss!" Without further ado, the brawny hired gun thrusts his enviable mass forward, aiming to simply crush Elias against the nearby van with as much momentum as he can gain in such short order. It's considerable; apparently there is an athlete somewhere within that body, a competent man beneath the chuckling, thuggish manchild.
"Correct syntax is 'affirmative'," Decapre dully hisses as she turns away from this second scuffle, keeping wary red eyes upon Hakan and beginning to circle around him before he even rises. The threat of Elias is allowed to await assessment, as behind the mask an analytical mind works over the apparent nature of subject Hakan. The snap of his neck is not required for her to conclude that he is still alive, but she shows no displeasure, sinking into her highly functional heels, ready to pounce.
But then it-- he, speaks. How interesting.
"Data 'Seliani' does not register, interloper one," the December Doll dispassionately responds, drawing up her clawed hand, her wrist beginning to expertly twist as she sends a rapid, insistent wave of motion down into the three stainless hooks before her. Curiously, through the driving rain, mindless of it, a taint of crimson begins to creep up the shining metal. "Please restate objective before accepting termination."
Stepping forward, the masked woman keeps her unsettling faux-gaze fixated upon her red-skinned prey, the cant of her head carrying an edge of sarcasm that is far removed from her emotionless verbage. It may be imagined - or perhaps she does take some enjoyment in her role. There is certainly a distinctive vigour in the way she whips her arm outward, cutting a broad arc through the air with that claw, falling short of Hakan but driving in its wake a corrupting ripple of bloody energy. It burns like acid upon impact, spitting and sizzling like boiled blood.
From inside the van comes a curse, and in tandem with the impact of Walrus, Elias - or both - against it, a suppressed gunshot resounds throughout the dingy alleyway.
COMBATSYS: Tiger takes no action.
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Decapre 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Hakan
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Tiger 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Elias
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COMBATSYS: Elias Toughs Out Walrus' Shadaloo Smash!
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Decapre 0/-------/-------|=====--\-------\0 Hakan
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Tiger 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Elias
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Things did not quite go as planned and things only seem to be getting worse. It seems that this thug was a bit more resilient than the priest expected. More often than not most people easily fall victim to that calming tactic. In this case it just seems to have angered the large dope. He is certainly the brawn of this outfit and Elias will have to be careful. Note that being careful in this case involves him standing his ground as the large man barrels forward and attempts to just crush him against the van.
Walrus soon finds out that Elias is exceptionally sturdy and while he manages to push the man back, the impact against the van probably isn't as forceful as he had hoped. The sound of the muffled shot is heard, though and Elias' brow furrows. It seems he has made a error in going after the big man first. The weeks just seem to only get rougher and longer for him. The priest pushes on Walrus to get himself some room and then he just brings a large meaty fist right into the other man's face as hard as he can. "I see there will be no forgiveness tonight."
He spares a glance towards Hakan who is dealing with the more dangerous fighter of the trio. "Sir, you may want to get out of here and perhaps seek out the authorities. I can hold them off." he says in that generally monotone voice of his. It wouldn't be the first time he was against greater odds and he rather not see someone else die tonight.
COMBATSYS: Decapre successfully hits Hakan with Rippling Razor.
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Tiger 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Elias
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Eh?
"Seliani! You know, that little ass-grabbing Greek!" Is it really possible that Decapre doesn't even know who hired her? "Tiny moustache, curled up at the end like a cartoon villain, always going--"
While he's in the middle of imitating the irritating way that his number one business rival tends to his facial hair, the masked girl comes in and introduces his midsection to a whole world of burning pain! A big hand clutches at the marred flesh, the skin clear of its oil in those three slashing strips, though it's difficult to tell just how effective the burning is on skin so thoroughly red to begin with! A pained look, a short hobble backwards and the man puts a hand back on the wall behind him just to steady himself.
"You...you're trying to kill me!" He can't believe what's going on, so utterly shocked is the look on his face! Though he may be stating the obvious, he's never had someone go so far as to try and TAKE HIS LIFE. "Hey!" He pounds on the metal door next to him. "Somebody call the police!" It's at this point that he spots Elias, who's already going toe to toe with somebody else, just...just fighting right there in front of him! "This city is crazy!" he cries, putting his back to the door, arms and legs all pressed up snug against the thing. "I'm never coming here again!!"
COMBATSYS: Hakan focuses on his next action.
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Decapre 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Hakan
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Tiger 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Elias
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COMBATSYS: Walrus endures Elias' Strong Punch.
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Decapre 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Hakan
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"Huh!" Walrus' dim grunt echoes through the alleyway as Elias rather deftly reverses the situation, planting his fist deep into the cheek and nose of the brutish man. His thick neck snaps to one side, a double line of glutinous snot exploding from his nostrils as he is rocked by the blow. But somewhere in that pathetic brain, the right signal is sent, and the globdular operative manages to keep on turning, stumbling into a graceless if unstoppable pirouette. He comes around hard, reaching out with both shaking, jelly-roll arms to seize a grip upon Elias. And if he can maintain it...
"You'll wanna beg forgiveness from /me/!" His voice is thick and slurred through a bubbling mess of bile, saliva slopping from his blubbery lips as he drags Elias close and uses his entire body weight to once more crash against the side of the armoured van. But he doesn't stop there, making sure the good priest is well squashed before whipping him around and hurling him back into the alleyway with a good, solid grunt.
Meanwhile...
"Classification 'Greek', subtype 'Seliani'," monotonously muses the December Doll from behind ten inches of bloody steel, that horrific visage watching Hakan with what would be thoughtful expression - if she even had one. Despite her apparent willingness and conviction to commit murder here, she at least allows this strange Turkish gentleman time to make his shocked exclamations and stammering pleas for aid, stalking in a tight semi-circle around him as he reaches the closed portal. "Reclassification of interloper one required."
"Subject dangerously maladjusted, appears to exhibit signs of insanity, fear, and regret." Decapre tips her head to one side, her relative angle to Hakan conspiring - with the low light levels in the alley - to the distinct appearance that she winks one of those searing red eyes. "Threat level is still deemed negligible. Termination to proceed..."
"Via operative Codename: Tiger."
Her attention tracks sidelong, just in time for the man in question to come rattling out of the van, still sneering, tucking the gun away in its holster. His work apparently complete. On overhearing the Doll, his mouth yanks itself abruptly into something approaching an expression of pleasure. There may well be parts of his job that he loves, after all. He breaks into a dash.
Gaining momentum with a rapid, excellently-controlled spin, the wiry man closes upon Hakan with a vicious roar grinding from his thin lips. His eyes are afire with precisely the kind of unjustified malice that the poor Turk clearly wishes to avoid - and there is not a hint of remorse in his task as he thunders in with a massive lariat flung from an arm bearing considerable, densely packed muscle. If he's not stopped by some action from his target, he could well end up plowing them both clean through that metal door!
Behind him, Decapre drops into a squat, simultaneously spinning on her heels and tensing her impossibly toned body like a spring. She unleashes that stored energy to launch herself into an overhead leap, spinning up into a tight ball, whirling several times through the lashing rain before she comes around with her claw extended in a backhand slash, landing upon one leg a short distance from Walrus, beside his own, rather more troublesome foe as she aims to score a deep triad of slashes across the priest's face.
"Interloper two; you will now be assessed!"
COMBATSYS: Elias blocks Walrus' Bone Grinder.
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COMBATSYS: Elias fails to interrupt Medium Strike from Decapre with Magnus.
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The blow lands solidly and it allows the priest to at least momentarily push him back enough to try and garner some more room to work with, but the large thug seems to recover quicker than Elias had anticipated. Not only that it seems that a third has joined the fray now and is charging towards Hakan. The man should have ran when he told him to. He really hopes all those muscles aren't just for show and Hakan can do something other than panic. He doesn't even really have a chance to say anything to try and get Hakan to focus due to the large man coming at him again and now the strange woman as well.
Again the van is rocked by the impact of both Walrus and Elias hitting it, but the latter proves to be a bit too slippery for the former. He never quite gets a good enough grip to wrestle the priest and throw him away. Elias himself is trying to use his strength to push the man back again to create some space. The problem is he is trying to do it with one arm since the other cocks back as if he is about to throw another punch. He swings upwards and Decapre proves to be faster than anticipated. She manages to get past that swell of heat that explodes upwards from the ground into a fiery pillar for a moment before it quickly dissipates and the ground is left steaming as the rain hits.
The claw finds its mark, though given how the priest is tussling with Walrus his head is turned to where it drags across a side and gashes along his cheek and jaw. That emotionless gaze of his turns slightly for a moment as he looks towards Decapre. If she wanted his attention she certainly has it now.
COMBATSYS: Hakan interrupts Spinning Clothesline from Tiger with Hakan Spear.
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Oh god oh god oh god. There is a (presumably) dangerous man coming RIGHT AT HAKAN. What's more, he's been insulted! Insanity? Regret? Well, okay, maybe he does regret stepping out into something so dangerous, just a little bit. But insane? Oh no. No, no, no. This will not do!
While the horrible arm comes swinging in to try and introduce his face to a world of hurt, the Turk's features shift. His brows, they furrow. His lips, they scowl. His eyes, they narrow! Already, he can imagine his daughters and their disappointment at their father being bested without him even trying to defend himself...to say nothing of the scolding from his wife! So again...this will just not do.
The muscles in Hakan's back clench all at once, bunching and pushing him off of the door in question. His face meets Tiger's arm before it can get too much momentum behind it, the thick flesh jarring against his skull. His right arm is already up and pulled back, lunging forward to retaliate with a powerful palm strike right to the face, complete with the crunching sound of a crushed nose and enough force to flip most men fully over. At the very least, it will get the big red man some room to move in.
"I'll show you who's a big scaredy-cat!" His hands slap against his arms, rubbing that oil into his very pores despite the rain's failed attempts to wash it off. "You people are going to be very sorry!"
"Threat level," The Doll's Siberian husk reverberates from within her mask as she glances sidelong, past her extended shoulder to the departing blaze of Elias' focused power, and then once more back to him. "Unknown." Glowing sockets flare momentarily, and she retracts her claw with a metallic hiss, casting her arm to the side to allow the gathered blood to streak off into the darkness. "Interloper two demands caution. Codename Walrus; attend."
Huffing for breath, stepping lumberingly away from the disquietened priest, the titanic operative nods mutely, lifting thick fingers to his face to wipe away the gathered sweat - at least taking the care to keep one beady eye upon Elias at all times. He steps around in a reasonable mirror of Decapre, as she begins to stalk this second threat in much the way Hakan has already been subjected to. Though there is something else; a prickle of unsettling power from within, and within moments her mask is outlined in a faint crimson corona. Bloody psionic energy bubbles from within, streaming also down the backs of her claws.
"Code Tiger; report," she barely hisses, accented tone carrying alarmingly well through the alleyway, toward the man so brutally blasted by Hakan's seemingly-panicked counterattack. Head over heels he has indeed turned, crashing down into rolling bottles of oil, hard enough that they shatter, immersing him in a greasy explosion of the stuff. He rises coughing and choking, nasty stare immediately seeking the Turk... and one eye then immediately closing as it is invaded by a streak of oil invading his helmet.
"Fuck!" He spits, reaching up to rub at one eye even as he busies himself closing back in upon the huge, slippery man. "Shit, I mean, affirmative!" Rallying admirably, he raises his voice with the last, managing to put some professionalism into his approach, rolling his arm - strained from the impact with his vastly more muscular opponent's bony features - to work some feeling back into it. "Codename Tiger resuming operation!"
"Let's see what you're made of, beneath all that /grease/," he drawls, disgust barely registering through a veneer of contempt and lust for violence. Where Walrus was hired for his innate, passive qualities, it seems Tiger has not only greater competence, but a will to succeed in the criminal game. "For Lord Vega!" Grinning fiercely, the lithe agent steps forward, reaching into the side of his tactical harness and pulling free a long, serrated blade.
As he lunges bodily forward, he brings it around in a slash at neck height, apparently seeking to decapitate (pun intended) Hakan before his newfound resolve can grow any further. "GRAAARGH!"
COMBATSYS: Decapre gathers her will.
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COMBATSYS: Walrus focuses on his next action.
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So the big man can fight it would seem. Maybe Hakan finally just got pushed too far. This bodes well since Elias has less to worry about now that he can see Hakan can handle himself at least for the moment. Of course that leaves two other fighters at the moment to deal with himself. With the big lug backing off along with the Doll the priest finally gets a moment to take a look at the situation. He isn't sure if anyone heard the banging on the door so right now he can't assume help is on the way. Hakan has one distracted, but he isn't sure if he can take the one known as Tiger down.
The priest just gives a nod as if accepting that he will just have to take on these two for now and he straightens up as he clenches his hands into fists and takes in a deep breath. Even now the gash on his cheek seems to have stopped bleeding and despite the beating he took Elias is starting to look a little less for wear now that he has a moment to concentrate his energy to help take care of the wounds he has sustained. "You will know soon enough, child." he calmly states. That is also about the time he hears the shout coming from the man attacking Hakan. The name Vega is one he is familiar with at this point. "So you work for the demon in human guise. Now I cannot let you go." This girl, then. She may be the one that murdered the boy. If that is the case it will not be a good day to be Decapre.
COMBATSYS: Elias gains composure.
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COMBATSYS: Hakan dodges Tiger's Aggressive Strike.
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"Tiger? Codenames? /Seriously?/" Wait a second. "WALRUS? Who ARE you guys?" Hakan is now doubting his earlier guess that these are his rival's men. When 'Tiger' (hah!) comes lunging in with his battle cry, he...well, at first, he panicks.
"WOAH! That is very dangerous!!" He pushes with his left foot and literally slides to the side, lurching his considerable bulk back to just avoid the nick of a sharpened edge. He comes to a stop when his foot rests in the crook of the wall and the floor, but it's a short pause. Pushing off again, he slides back over, hoping to capitalize on the man's missed slash and use his momentum against him. A hand swings down at the back of the crook's head, indeed, hoping to topple him onto the ground.
But that's not the worst of it.
If he can push the Shadaloo wannabe down, the oil baron aims to become quite intimate with his goods and services: an arm curling between his legs, another over his shoulders, hands gripping all /sorts/ of things that they shouldn't be...just to get a good, firm grip with which to sling the man into the side of the van with!
"Not Vega! Seliani! It's him I'm after!" he yells out in the midst of all of his...grappling.
COMBATSYS: Tiger blocks Hakan's Hakan Throw.
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"Subject has been assessed. Designated..." If those slits could narrow, they would. The December Doll shifts her footing, neck rolling sinuously about before she settles into a light, perfectly balanced stance, that claw hovering before her as she stares impassively upon the stoic priest. When she speaks his name, just the faintest undercurrent of anger seems to burn within. It is most certainly not her own. "'Patrick, Elias'."
Across the alley, Hakan's vicious assailant bites off his spirited roar with an irritated curse as the blade goes wide. He draws it back, slamming it into its holster while turning to meet the angle of the Turk's downward-swinging hand with a more favourable one of his own. He is slammed down as hoped - but he lands with his limbs arranged to his favour. It would be flawless, but he is no wrestler on the level of the red-skinned salesman, and the follow-up leaves him spitting and horror-stricken. Only his initial advantage saves him when he is sent soaring away, twisting in the air to turn himself away from the van.
"We'd better get paid extra for this," he grunts, slapping both hands to the filthy concrete below, dropping his manhandled body into a relatively ordered slide that brings him - perhaps not entirely by design - sliding toward the statuesque, catsuit-clad form of Decapre.
Her head lifts just slightly, and she springs upward, perfectly timed to land upon the back of Tiger as he comes to a halt. She shows no sign of recognising that he is anything more than a useful piece of the environment; and that is, most likely, all either of these two really are. She is the brains, and heart. They are mere bodies, disposable husks in the event that matters should not proceed in a manner deemed procedurely adequate.
"No measures to be spared. Lethal force deemed necessary." Her monotone continues flawlessly. As an afterthought, driven by that same displaced edge of something approaching emotion, she adds, "Additional: subject's head must be brought to Lord Vega in tribute." Hunkering down upon the hapless man, who squirms beneath her just enough to betray his discomfort without - very wisely - making an overt issue of it. He braces himself upon all fours as she strains, and then leaps. "Initiate joint strike! Full power!"
With Elias at the centre, Doll and lumbering Walrus attack in unison. She turns a full aerial pirouette, before a toned arm lashes out with a backhand that holds some similarity to the one she earlier struck with - but it is more practiced, and more deadly, that gathered crimson energy streaking down the trio of blades extending from her wrist, imbuing the slicing surface of her assault with a searing, spitting promise of psychic pain.
And this is only the beginning. Whilst she is faster, her associate aims to catch Elias a moment later with a simple, brutish power of his own. Thick arms bulge with concealed muscle as he turns at the well-padded waist, grotesquely roaring as he brings them around to clap burly palms to either side of the priest's shade-clad face. As Decapre backflips away behind, Walrus continues his assault with a wild series of punches, finalising the combination with something rather more acrobatic - insofar as he could ever be dubbed so.
A rising knee double knee strike, the full weight of the man carrying him upward to bring the solid capped joints into devastating impact with the broad chin of this would-be hero. "Huh huh huh," Walrus rumbles as he staggers to an ungainly landing, ugly mush pulled into a big, wet grin, "Beg fo' forgiveness, priesht!!"
COMBATSYS: Tiger assists Decapre.
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COMBATSYS: Decapre successfully hits Elias with Axle Spin Knuckle.
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COMBATSYS: Elias blocks Walrus' Don't Mess With Shadaloo.
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Those fools. If only they realized they will probably be dead soon anyways even if successful here. He cannot imagine the lifespan of a grunt serving under a monster could be a very long one. The ones that were defending Alice found out how short life can be when dealing with demons. "You are welcome to try, miss." he replies to Decapre and he prepares as both her and Walrus come inwards again. He steps forward towards Decapre as if stepping into the hit, but the impact is enough to daze the priest more than anything the large brute has managed to do. The feeling of the energy is all too familiar as well. It was much stronger when Vega hit him and it is even similar to how the demon inside Alice feels when striking at him.
He is starting to draw a conclusion as to what he might have had planned for Alice if not for the rescue. Was she going to end up like this poor soul? Of course he can't think too much about it since once again he is soon having to defend himself once again from Walrus' assault. He manages to recover from Decapre's strike quick enough to get a proper defense. He is pushed back by the various blows, but none ever seem to hit him solidly. "You want my head? Very well. Come and get it." he finally says as he raises a hand upwards open palmed where a flame forms. It's head and size grows quickly as he is surrounded by the holy fire he wields. The rain is turning to steam before it even hits him as he thrusts his hand forward and sends a large ring of fire right towards the tubby fighter.
Hhhhhhf! Well, that didn't go as well as planned, but at least the knife-wielding maniac is away from him! A quick check is taken with hands patting over his hard, oily physique, only wincing once his exploration touches upon the weird, half-melted flesh at his midsection. Even now, it aches as if still burdened with residual energy. You know what the best way to handle that is, though? He slaps his stomach, a muted, damp noise that sends bits of oil smattering about and leaves a print of his hand in the slick coating for a few seconds.
"All right! Time to get serious about this, you--hey!" He realizes that he's all alone now, the three people all ganging up on what appears to be some sort of metalhead--no, wait. He has a collar? What do they call those people again? Well, regardless, this talk of taking heads is unconscienable! "You are not taking my--eh? What, his head?" It appears that the red giant has been forgotten. It's a blunder that he aims to capitalize on. To just forget Hakan...what an insult this is!
Once more, Hakan backs up toward the alley's wall, getting a foot good and snug in the corner. He shifts his way back and forth a couple of times before pulling back, like some sort of giant, meaty spring...and then he pushes off! Water and oil peel away from the ground like tires ripping through a puddle while the Turk comes screaming forth, his arms lifted out to each side just to try and catch SOMEBODY.
...And smash them into the far wall, of course, with his considerable bulk and the speed that only EXTRA virgin olive oil can provide! Oh, but it's too bad that Walrus is the most convenient target, fire or not. Don't worry! Hakan is not flammable!
COMBATSYS: Walrus Toughs Out Elias' Holy Flare!
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COMBATSYS: Walrus interrupts Body Press from Hakan with Dead Stop.
- Power hit! -
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"Wut."
It's almost as flat and dead as the Doll's own speech pattern, Walrus continuing to club away at Elias whilst finding his ultimate technique - punching over and over again - handily dissuaded from success. Still he keeps rattling on, waving those gigantic arms as sweat mores ever more richly from the face that no mother could love. By the time he goes for the climactic double knee, he is almost out on his feet. And Elias deals with it!
Poor Walrus. He remembers his childhood, he remembers being bullied by the other boys - all smaller and prettier than he. He recalls what happened when Shadaloo came to relieve him of his former position, and the utter relief when that nice man with the enormous chin decided to grant him the boon of further employment. Elias' raised hand is regarded with what seems to be slobbering awe, until all four of the titan's chins wobble in determination. He has earned this position, damn them! He will not be denied. The flare is bright, and searing, and threatens to overwhelm him, but with a guttural scream, Walrus weathers the firestorm. He emerges with the rain and sweat burned from his fatigues, a smouldering giant as he thunders forward.
He does not care who he finds; and when Hakan's slippery body smashes into his...
He grips. Both blubbery arms strain, his chest quivers against underlying pectorals of pure iron as he presses the incoming Turk tightly against himself, crushing one copious weight against his own - yet more copious. "FOR LORD VEGA!!" He roars out, suddenly pushing forward, flexing his stomach, the tactical harness he wears snapping against the strain, sending various gadgets and weapons scattering across the alley as Walrus sends Hakan soaring back in the opposite direction. He comes to a stop with both hands clapping to his thighs, gasping, but delirious, his maw pulled into a smile that would almost be heartwarming. If not the whole childkilling criminal bit.
"Jesus H. Chri---" Tiger's exlamation is cut short as Decapre's glowing stare snaps onto him, the Doll circling around the unfolding action to place herself well into the shadows of the alley's northern wall, dark-clad form all but disappearing amongst the garbage cans and crates of merchandise. Only the slits remain, searing strong enough to shame the wiry operative. "...by the will of Vega," he finishes lamely, before allowing his companion a smirk as he dashes past, "That was damn good, buddy. Let's claim this bastard's scalp!"
A true professional, Codename Tiger hastens to rejoin the battle, reaching up with one hand to snap shut his visor, closing in upon Elias with deft steps. He leaps at the last moment, twisting in mid-air to pounce down upon the hopefully distracted priest, closing an arm over his neck from the rear, dragging him downward to bring him slamming across a knee, breath restricted as he aims to apparently remove the man's head by force of limb alone.
"Lord Vega will be pleased," Decapre hisses to herself, keeping a careful eye upon Hakan as she drops into a crouch, once more the prickle of dreadful energies surrounding her. The falling rain soon begins to streak with a bloody taint. If her subordinate cannot achieve this task, she will be ready.
COMBATSYS: Decapre gathers her will.
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COMBATSYS: Elias interrupts Guillotine Choke from Tiger with Punch Down.
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Hakan is proving he is quite the fighter too now after his initial bout of panic and cowardice. He really can't blame the man. He has to wonder if Hakan would be so bold if he knew who he was fighting? The men are just common thugs that wouldn't even be a blip on Vega's radar if defeated. The man is lucky. He does not want to deal with such a powerful force despite how strong he is. "Keep it up. We can do this." he assures the red skinned cohort. That is of course right before Walrus manhandles him rather well.
It serves as enough of a distraction too as Tiger comes dashing in right for the priest. He gets a good grip on Elias and then the Priest sort of just shifts his head to stare at the man. Even while being strangled he raises a fist up high and then he just brings it crashing down hard on the top of Tiger's head with all of his might. He takes in a few breaths once he is let go. Even if it was a few moments it was enough to take some of the breath away from Elias.
He keeps his back to the van once again so he can try to keep an eye on all three. If Hakan needs help he can hope to find a way to get to him as well at one point. Even now he is starting to feel the fatigue settle in. The odds are still against them especially with that girl directing the other two. If they have any hope of taking her down these other two will need to be dealt with quickly.
Hakan's only saving grace is indeed his ignorance. If he had any idea that this girl and her two nasty cohorts were some tiny part of a world-wide syndicate that could, without a doubt, decimate his family and life, he'd have never jumped in this scuffle.
And speaking of which, where the HELL are the police?! Did that idiot directory ignore him? Again? Of all the times to...
It's at this point that Hakan finds himself bounced back into the wall he'd just pushed off of...but unlike Bumbles, he does not bounce! The brickwork cracks where he impacts it, the red giant toppling back onto the ground with limbs akimbo. "Nnnnhg, what a terrible place this city it..." His hands come up to his face, attempting to slap some sense into himself. Okay! He knows what to do...and even though it's only worked once so far, he has to keep trying! He pushes off from the wall, kicking off with one more than the other. His arms and legs all stretch out and he starts spinning like a top, albeit one that's upside-down and skidding across the dirty alleyway to trip up whomever may be in his path!
COMBATSYS: Hakan successfully hits Decapre with Oil Slide.
?!? Weird Hit! ?!?
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Decapre may be watching carefully, but some things are difficult to prepare for. Her head cocks to one side at the manner of approach presented, a harsh exhalation echoing from behind the mask that may approximate laughter. Frame taut and ready, she starts to roll backwards as Hakan comes in for impact, and she seems to be clear - until an outlying hand catches her clear upon the pert rump. The slap rings out with ridiculous clarity, and the December Doll is flung to an ungainly stop amidst a pile of trash bags. She'd be embarassed.
If... if she could feel anything at all.
"Reassessment of subject," she monotones, not for the first time, perfectly honed muscles throughout her athletic form snapping into springy life, the Doll kipping up from such poor terrain as though it were the easiest thing in the world. "Mostly harmless." If it weren't so emotionless, she'd be smirking under that mask, rather than lunging forward with quick, rapid steps to cover the distance to Hakan and leap off the ground, turning a spiralling somersault before she comes down above him with a rapid, broad slash of her claws. He must still have some momentum remaining from his assault; this should send him slamming up against the wall.
Perfect prey for the oncoming stampede of Walrus, who has recovered his breathing as best he can, and now thunders past his creepy, youthful commanding officer to simply steamroll Hakan into the crumbling brickwork with a basic and brutally effective shoulder tackle, screaming a saliva-flecked scream.
Over in the middle of the alley, the other seems to be acquitting himself well.
And then the angry hammer of the Lord comes down upon him. Tiger may be protected in part by the standard-issue helmet shrouding his angular features, but it does little against the controlled fury that Elias brings to bear, and the unfortunate man is pitched downward, momentarily holding himself on one knee before this gives way and his visored face bounces off the unyielding alley floor. Spitting curse-laden furor, he pushes himself up with one hand, the other reaching to adjust his disarrayed headgear. Unperturbed by the tactical withdrawal of the priest, he hurls himself back into high gear, starting forward first at a stumble - but then in a fast, athletic lunge.
Both hands reach for the priest's hassock, the wiry operative seeking to seize him at either flank and drag him close. In a synchronous motion, his upper body slams forward, neck straining as he brings his helmeted head forward for a sharp collision, delivered with an equally incisive grunt. With the butt done, he simply moves to toss Elias aside, dropping into a genuine ready stance for the first time - posture deep, a guard raised.
"Where's your God now, priest?"
COMBATSYS: Tiger successfully hits Elias with Head Bomber.
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It seems that the attention of the group for the most part has been shifted to Hakan now. He may have made a mistake in going after the young woman. Then again maybe taking her down might scare the others off. It is hard to tell. The big one might be too dumb to scare off. He might say the same for Tiger since he seems to continue his own assualt on Elias and cutting the priest off from being able to assist Hakan. His feet shift and move, but he ends up being too slow to keep out of reach of the thug. There is a loud impact of helmet hitting skull and a cracking of glass as the shades get some spiderwebbing on both lenses, but do not break completely.
Elias staggers to the side when tossed and he goes down to a knee. "Watching over me as always. Which is rather unfortunant for you I suppose." he responds as he straightens back up. He lunges forward again as his hand ignites with fire once more. He aims to seize Tiger right by the throat and lift him in the air. Much like Walrus he might not feel the burn of the fire, but he feels a weird sensation of his energy being pulled away from him. Not to mention he can feel a powerful fist around his throat. "He also realizes that you shall not recieve any mercy tonight. That girl certainly didn't." That emotionless gaze just stares at Tiger before he goes to throw the man into the wall.
COMBATSYS: Hakan endures Walrus' Shadaloo Smash.
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COMBATSYS: Hakan interrupts Power Strike from Decapre with Oil Combination Hold.
?!? Weird Hit! ?!?
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What on earth did Hakan hit?! It felt so familiar, but he feels.../dirty/!
Hakan's spinning comes to a gradual stop, though he's already lifting himself up before he does so. His feet swirl a circular path of oil on the waterlogged alleyway when he stands upright, and it's just in time for Fatty Fat Fat Walrus to come screaming in! He's immediately slammed into, hands on the tubalub's shoulders to try and push away even as he's shoved backward like some sort of linebacker's shove-dummy. And yes, that is the technical term. Unable to break free, he draws in a deep breath and braces himself, eyes screwing shut right before he's smashed into the wall. THIS time, the spiderweb cracks give way, the Turk's back breaking a sizeable hole in the wall, much to the amazement of the people filming inside! A shame; they thought they were rid of the crazy oil mogul for a while.
Now stopped, Hakan slips down out of the Walrus' grasp, sliding onto the ground and through his legs. But he's not safe yet! Decapre herself is suddenly above him...but unfortunately for her, there is no longer any safe place to land. The red man's bulk is so great that the slightest touch against his well-oiled hide causes her balance to shift, her strike to swing wide. Those claws kick up bits of oil and once more, there's dry flesh in their wake...but this time, that's the extent of the damage. Huge arms clamp down around the cold doll, an awful sight to behold and likely worse to experience! He flips over, smashing the girl into the alley's dirty concrete, and then he just...starts to spin.
It's really terrible, how he does it. His enormous lionhead of a belt buckle grinds into the girl's tailbone as he whirls atop her. Hakan's arms and legs snap out and curl around her once more, forcing the poor thing to scrape and scratch against the merciless ground. Gradually, the two come to a stop, but the abuse and humilation is STILL not complete. In front of everybody, Hakan grunts and strains and squeezes with Decapre's head stuck between his thighs, unbearable pressure crushing down on her...until she finally pops free like a newborn babe, albeit one screaming toward the back of that poor van.
COMBATSYS: Tiger interrupts Maximum Delirium from Elias with Kiloton Blow.
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"Watching you, huh?" Tiger's response is less-than impressed, a nasty little smirk twisting his thin lips into an expression of utmost disdain. Unlike the December Doll, he has absolutely no idea why this religious freak has decided to interrupt proceedings, or what his interest in not simply running away might be. The writing on the wall is pretty clear; these two have no chance. Do they? A career mercenary knows when to run and when to fight. Heroes haven't the faintest clue. And as for Turkish oil salesmen...
Regardless, the wiry man is unable to squirm out of Elias' grip, twisting away too late to avoid his crushingly powerful hand. Lifted up, he starts to spit, only to find his larynx unable to deliver a payload. All he manages is to dribble slightly, which is probably just as well; what with that visor in the way. He may be more intelligent than Walrus, but he's not exactly a genius. And the power that the priest brings to bear, it unnerves him. It floods his body with a warmth he cannot abide - perhaps for more than one reason. But a career mercenary knows when to run and when to fight.
He cannot do one, so he chooses the only remaining path; he clenches a fist, desperately, and brings it lashing up into the side of Elias' head. It's enough to at least loosen that grip, and still aflame, his fatigues itching with the creeping heat of injected chi, he drops to one knee, snarling and shaking.
"Mercy?" He croaks out past a crushed throat, raising his voice as he repeats the word. "MERCY?! I'll show you the mercy that'll be shown me if I fail!!" Screaming against the visor of his helmet, he pushes up and forward, slinging his tensed fist around in a full haymaking arc, still yelling as he drives it forward into the priest's waiting face, an astonishing amount of kinetic force transmitting through his scarecrow body. But what he has is all muscle, and it shows itself best when he needs it the most. "GRRRRRRRAAAARGHHHHH!!!"
Meanwhile, Walrus is pleasantly surprised to land another solid hit, gaining momentum by the moment as he rebounds from Hakan with a boisterous yell that's almost cheerful. He just about fails to notice what happens to the hapless Doll, the dark and eerie figure of Decapre drawn into a series of movements that would disgust and unnerve all but the most stalwart... and even then...
Walrus watches, and his stomach rumbles. He feels ill.
For her part, the pigtailed, bemasked woman is finally released, drenched in sickly olive oil and thoroughly humiliated by any standard. Her body aches and moans a protest against the tension placed upon it, though such trained and augmented muscles adapt quickly. She SLAMS into the side of the van, quivering as she flops to the ground, claws scraping with a horrid shriek against the rotten brickwork of the alley. Slowly she rises, turning to face Hakan as she raises her left hand to her mask, fingertips clawing at what would be her face.
"What..." she hisses, Siberian husk wavering most uncharacteristically, "What is this?" Red slits blaze from behind her gloved hand, and she tilts her head this way and that, sporadic in her movements. And her legs seem to be trembling. There's a moment of absolute uncertainty, before a low, guttural noise starts to come from the square indentation over her mouth. It builds, a ghastly moan that only breaks off when she speaks again. "Designation..." Not quite monotonous now, there's no disguising the taint of humanity. Nor the discomfort that it brings. "Horror..."
She seems to be lost, but suddenly she snaps back into the customary stance of her style. Elite she is. And she will not be humiliated. Bloody energy peels from the edges of her mask, sizzling as it meets the constant patter of the rain that continues to fall. Pure malice radiates from the Doll. "Subject reclassified! New orders: complete annihilation!"
And a hand descends upon Hakan's shoulder from behind.
"Jusht followin' orders," Walrus helpfully explains as he throws a sucker punch.
COMBATSYS: Decapre gathers her will.
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Decapre 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=------\-------\0 Hakan
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Tiger 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Elias
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Even though he gets a good grip for a bit it doesn't seem to be long enough for Elias to properly down the man. He is feeling himself starting to weaken from the prolonged battle with these three. Things are starting to look a bit fuzzy around the edges, but he must maintain his composure and keep on. Of course he feels that powerful fist slam right into his face again and he is knocked backwards and off his feet fully for the first time this entire battle. He lays there for a moment before he finally rises to his feet.
His breathing has grown heavy and his stance a bit shakey. He honestly doubts he can take much more at this point. He stalks forward towards Tiger as he furrows his brow. This man must go down if he can help it. If he can even the odds and at least provide as a distraction for Hakan the Turk can perhaps take down the larger man. If both are standing even if they are weak will the masked girl stay? That much remains to be seen. He cocks his fist back as if he is going for a punch then he twists about on his foot and brings a leg out to slam a huge foot right into the midsection of Tiger.
COMBATSYS: Hakan dodges Walrus' Strong Punch.
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Decapre 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=------\-------\0 Hakan
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Tiger 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Elias
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Walrus 0/-------/-======|
There's this thing about good oil, you see. Quality oil will stick to what it's supposed to, to lubricate things and never let its protected surface come to harm under any circumstances.
This, then, is a clear indication of the quality of Hakan's previous olive oil.
It's difficult to keep a hand upon his shoulder. Though Walrus tries, his hand is unable to find any purchase; hence, he can not pull Hakan about to suckerpunch to easily! He does turn about, though the fist swings wide, brushing--nay, streaking across the red man's cheek as though outright deflected by the slimy sheen! Two massive hands grip the offending fist's wrist, attempting to hold the fat bastard where he stands.
"Hey! Are you all right over there?" he asks of Elias, apparently only now acknowledging that there's someone else being assaulted. To be fair, he's kind of had his hands full! "What on earth are these cretins after you for??" While he speaks, he attempts to shove Walrus face-down into the ground with a slap on his back and a mighty shove. If he can accomplish that, he will hike up his pants, rub his hands together, and hunch over the guy, much as he did to Tiger earlier. With this, the bond of humilation will be complete for the Shadaloo cronies; an unshakeable experience of molestation that none will soon forget!
That is, of course, assuming that Hakan can find the Walrus berries to get a good squeezing grip on.
COMBATSYS: Tiger fails to interrupt Heavy Kick from Elias with Chin Music.
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Decapre 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=------\-------\0 Hakan
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Tiger 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Elias
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COMBATSYS: Tiger can no longer fight.
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Decapre 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=------\-------\0 Hakan
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Walrus 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Elias
COMBATSYS: Tiger can no longer fight.
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Decapre 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=------\-------\0 Hakan
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Walrus 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Elias
COMBATSYS: Hakan successfully hits Walrus with Hakan Throw.
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Decapre 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|===----\-------\0 Hakan
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Walrus 1/-----==/=======|=====--\-------\0 Elias
Tiger is on fire in more ways than one, cutting a sneering grin as he bounces from foot to foot, preparing for Elias' approach with all the vigour and aplomb of a champion featherweight. He's experienced, and he's got this well under control. He doesn't even check on his fellow operatives, confident that he can take this Bible basher down with one last shout.
Alas. Even the most seasoned, grizzled veteran of paid thuggery forgets the rules from time to time; gets cocky, tries to impress when they should stick to the textbook. Poor Tiger is burning bright no longer - missing the feint and weaving to one side of what he assumes will be an incoming punch, his left leg snapping up as he leans back and throws his full weight into a fully extended thrust kick. Unfortunately he never gets further than leaning back, before the mighty priest's own leg beats him to the draw. He goes down with an explosion of breath, and starts to cough blood into the floor moments before passing out.
So much for that raise he was hoping for.
Walrus fares with enough poor judgement of his own, chuckling away to himself even as his punch is dodged - apparently he's so lost in his own delusion now that for a moment he believes he has landed a solid blow. It's with a stammered 'huh?' that he finds Hakan pitching him to the ground, proceeding to oil him up and send him hurtling away, bouncing quite literally across the ground before he CRASHES into the forgotten crates of olive oil, causing an explosion of the stuff for what must be the third time this evening.
He rumbles to a seated position slowly; rubbing at his head and scowling deeply as the detail of his own experience begins to register. He may be a hideous beast, but some things are beyond the tolerance of normal workaday men like him. By the time his full faculties restore themselves, he gives the most deeply stirring, resonant roar, rising from his oily grave and rampaging toward Hakan with gibberish streaming from his lips. The poor soul can't articulate.
But he can reach out to grab the oil baron, lifting him up and driving him with thunderous steps back toward the now-dented van, seeking to slam him against it and follow up with a series of poorly-aimed, but brutal punches, peppering Hakan from head to toe before dragging him back up and draping him across his shoulders. With one last scream, he collapses backward, dropping his substantial weight across the wrestler's midriff.
It's all very noisy. A perfect distraction.
"Target acquired."
Her tone rings out cold, but steeped in the promise of violence as the Shadaloo Elite all but materialises behind Elias, hunkered down low with triad blades held across her nightmare visage. It is time to finish this. Their mission may well have failed; but she can fulfill a tertiary goal in eliminating this meddlesome fool. And then, the beast that has despoiled her. She shall finish them one by one, until none remain. None but she.
Rearing back, the December Doll gathers her harnessed psionic power, droplets of vapourous ichor cascading unnaturally upwards off the sleek metal of her bloodied claws. From this position she can afford to take her time - and what follows is the precise, unerring strike of an assassin, the whipping scythe of her weapon cutting a swathe through the air that spits and burns with all the dark intent lurking beyond the impassive mask. All the frustration and hatred that the once-girl bears at the world, driven deep and packaged tight within by her lord and master, is unleashed in a simmering, cutting wave.
COMBATSYS: Decapre successfully hits Elias with Rippling Razor.
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Decapre 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|===----\-------\0 Hakan
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Walrus 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 Elias
With that forceful kick Elias may have just helped out himself and Hakan more than ever. It at least seems the oil baron also has the tubby fighter well in check at the moment. There is little time to celebrate in this case, though. Decapre soon reminds the priest she is there and he turns to face her. His body is getting too weak to really move how he would like it to. Watching her gather all that energy there is little he can do but stand his ground and prepare for the worst. At least in dealing with Alice he has grown resilient to this evil energy that the woman wields. What meager defense he throws up is easily broken and that slicing wave of energy sends Elias tumbling across the ground where he remains for a moment.
"I have had better days, but I am fine." comes a somewhat muted reply to Hakan. Elias himself seems to still manage to get to his feet and he staggers back a few steps and then teeters forward as he tries to get his feet under him again. "We might be a bit overwhelmed. I apologize for not being so helpful." There is a bit of a small chuckle and he staggers forward towards Decapre. He sucks in a deep breath and then holds his ground as he starts to summon what little energy he has left in him. A flame much like the one that engulfed Walrus earlier is summoned. "I can't afford to stay down." he tells the masked girl and then he thrusts his hand forward as he releases the flames once again.
COMBATSYS: Hakan interrupts The Mangler from Walrus with Oil Rocket.
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Decapre 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|======-\-------\0 Hakan
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Walrus 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Elias
Despite the attempts on his life, Hakan seems to be in good spirits now! Oh, sure, he's gotten a little roughed up here and there, and he's being rained on, but he's holding his own against his assailants through the power of his national sport and his own special blend of oil and herbs! Not a single man (or girl!) has been spared his wrath, and thus, everything is going amazingly well...right?
Were he more astute, he would notice poor Elias and his haggard state. But he's so stoic, so hard, that it's difficult to tell what's going through his mind. Is he hurt? Is he all right? Does he need further assistance? The final kick that brings Tiger down draws a slightly empathic wince. The fact that he doesn't get back up is promising. "Excellent work, my friend, he--!"
The praise is interrupted by the sudden smashing of bottles and the enraged roar of an ugly, impotent man. Those bottles are HAKAN'S, however. They belong to him! To have somebody else carelessly smashing into them, even if it was because of something he did, is unforgivable! With a bellow of his own, the red giant streaks toward the Walrus, arms out.
The impact between the two men is a terrible thing, with the slapping of flab upon muscle and the slick of oil and rain making it sound horrible X-rated. The semi-clear coating peels back in rippled waves, while the overabundance of fat apparently /attempts/ to do likewise!
In the end, it's Hakan that manages the sturdier grip, both arms impressively able to constrict around the tubby crook, though his hand is really gripping the other's wrist hard to hold on. "Waste my oil, will you?!" The rhetorical question is pushed wetly through clenched teeth, veins starting to creep up on the Turk's forehead. Grunts of effort compound upon one another as the vice-like hold tightens, crushing fat and bone and organs and whatever else is hidden in the rolls until...
POP!
Walrus's bulk is finally freed...upward. Even his fat ass manages some impressive height, shot out of the baron's arms like some sort of meat rocket!
COMBATSYS: Elias successfully hits Decapre with Holy Flare.
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Decapre 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|======-\-------\0 Hakan
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Walrus 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Elias
Poor Walrus. He never knows what hits him, blubbering and burbling as he is dragged in to another stage of this terrible nightmare. He has acquitted himself admirably, but Hakan's greasy conviction is too much to bear. The hapless brute is oiled, he is crushed, he is squeezed, and he ultimately flies into the air in a wobbling morass. Never to be seen again.
It is down to the Elite, then. She alone. As she likes.
Though this strange Turkish warrior has proven himself the first - perhaps only - to ever elicit something approaching a genuine emotional response from the eerie young woman, Decapre does at least hesitate for a moment as she withdraws from her attempted deathblow only to watch Elias drag himself upright in what any sensate creature would have to brand an admirable display of resolve. "Heroism," she intones dully, breathing heavily enough behind the mask that she very nearly sounds exasperated, "Is meaningless. Probability of success: approximately six thousand to one."
And then she is faced with the full fury of this stalwart man. His spirit burns in the maelstrom, seems to mesmerise the Doll for an instant before she is able to react, her subsequent leap coming a fraction too late - she is sucked in, torn asunder by holy flame. When she hits the ground, she lands in a puddle, which sizzles away to nothing as the dissipating fire extinguishes itself. It hurts; she feels pain. That is credit enough to Elias.
"Probability of death: two to one." These are odds that Decapre dimly, distantly considers rather generous, as she rises to her feet with a businesslike grunt, red slits burning twin columns of murderous intent into the shaded eyes of Elias. With startling rapidity, and endlessly fluid grace, the December Doll streaks forward seamlessly into a headlong sprint. She leaves the ground at a near horizontal leap, pigtails whipping behind before they follow her into a tight ball. She thunders almost past the stoic priest, and then there is the unmistakable ring of those claws unfolding.
Reversing her momentum in a show of absolute acrobatic prowess, she unfolds her body and actually manages to rise as she whips her bloody weapon outward, a nigh-on perfect imitation of a technique made famous by one of Vega's lieutenants. The one closest to her heart. She ends up in a crucifix, the blood she hopes to draw scattering in an arc below her, leaving Elias to collapse as she soars away through the lashing rain. Those glowing eyes burning.
She will prevail. Alone.
...or perhaps not.
A moment later, screaming still following his ordeal, the sprawlingly vast form of Walrus drops back down into the alleyway, limbs and outlying regions flailing. He has no idea what he is doing - if not for his horror, he would be unconscious already, but he falls toward the one man he would choose to crush. Unstoppable and majestic, he drops towards his tormentor. Towards Hakan. Three hundred plus pounds of flabby vengeance.
COMBATSYS: Walrus can no longer fight.
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Decapre 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|======-\-------\0 Hakan
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COMBATSYS: Elias fails to interrupt Random Strike from Decapre with Maximum Delirium.
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Decapre 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|======-\-------\0 Hakan
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With that fire being released Elias is pretty much spent. He is barely managing to remain concious at this point. With Decapre coming inwards for what she hopes is a deathblow there is little of what he can do. Lurching forward he reaches out to grab the girl by the mask. There is the feel of the claw tearing open both cloth and flesh across him as she sails onwards leaving him for dead. He wavers a bit then he slumps down to his knees. "Use statistics all you want. It is not my day to die." he assures her in that neutral tone as he coughs a few times.
It is taking everything he has to stay concious. He can't get the strength to get to his feet. It is taking everything he has to try and get his body to quickly work at stopping the blood from flowing from the new wounds that he was given. He breaths heavily and remains where he is for now as he can only hope Hakan can handle himself at the moment. This organization truely is proving to be strong. This is going to be a long war for the priest and he can't let himself go down right now. Not with Alice still being sick she is.
COMBATSYS: Hakan dodges Walrus' Huge Thrown Object.
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"Hoo!" As Hakan's arms pull in an cross to meet his chest, he lets out a big puff of a sigh as the fat man goes skyward. His arms pull back, shoulders rolling as his muscles begin to complain with the aches and general malaise that comes from being crushed and hugged and shoved a bit. "Now there's just the mastermind to go, hah?" He looks back at the two just in time for the priest to go down...and get back up again! "Your resilience is rather impressive!" he compliments with rough rolls of his tongue. A hand claps on his right shoulder, the other arm windmilling. All the while, he's unaware of the bomb dropping from above...
As he's swinging that arm, he catches the sight of blood. His gaze is drawn to Decapre's claw, rich with the holy crimson ink. Seeing it makes him remember that this isn't simply some back-alley brawl; this is an assassination in progress! "Oh my god! Don't worry, my friend, escape while you can! I shall keep this would-be killer busy until the police arrive!" They...they ARE going to arrive, aren't they? The people in the studio are apparently too busy patching up that hole in the wall to care... After all, they have a deadline to keep!
Regardless, the Turk squats down and spreads his toes, finding a firm purchase on the ground despite his oil. For others, it's a handicap. For him, it's simply a foundation. Somehow, he finds a way to kick off and hurl himself toward Decapre, sliding on his flat feet while he tucks down and lunges forth to try and take her down with a shoulder tackle.
...And in his wake, poor Walrus slams into the alleyway with enough force to crater the ground, quite likely. Poor bastard.
COMBATSYS: Decapre interrupts Hakan Tackle from Hakan with Reverse Demon Shaft.
- Power hit! -
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Decapre is well used to hearing such nonsense from the lips of men. Her prowling return across the rooftops of Metro City came upon the heels of another death bloodying her claws; and he professed to destroy her before he was slain, desperate shots from a holdout pistol missing the uncanny operative by scant, carefully calculated inches before she opened his throat to the unforgiving night air, his own life's fluid left to pour into the guttering. Another fool who defied Vega. Another man who could not possibly live.
And yet, she senses something different here. Hakan's boisterous voice is vibrant with vital energy, so friendly and encouraging, offering such safety that she almost believes it herself. From behind glowing slits, she briefly surveys the scene, analytical gaze alighting rapidly upon her two downed subordinates - upon the van in which one casualty lies already, which should house another who has long since made her silent exit. A target lost. Lord Vega will certainly NOT be pleased.
Elias stands still, and this is displeasing even to her. He could be felled - she can feel it, smell it, taste it. His lifeforce ebbs with each passing moment - the scent of his mortality is thick upon him. But then there is Hakan.
There are also sirens.
Releasing a soft breath beneath her mask, Decapre turns back toward the incoming Turk, dropping low with a dramatic sweep of arms and hips. "Mostly," she notes, distantly, "Harmless." He may have reached her innermost, but now she meets his shoulder tackle with the cold, dead resolve that none can seize from her ceaseless grip. She is a tool. And she is a good one. His shoulder barely brushes her, knocking her only a little more tightly into the ball she forms upon the ground, writhing limbs lashing out upward to catch the vivacious wrestler under the chin with both feet. Propelling him upward, she follows suit, pushing off with one arm as the other unwinds that dread claw.
Around and around they go, she bypassing him in her necessary haste, bringing the trio of blades across his already-red midsection, slashing repeatedly as she spins through the air, an arc of searing, spitting energy left behind with each breathtakingly fast rotation. The full barrage leaves countless bloody openings upon the well-intentioned man, before one final, faintly slower and more powerful strike flings him downward as Decapre angles herself around and comes in for a taut landing, crouched, catlike. Deadly.
"Secondary mission..." She intones, glancing once more toward the van, "Failed. Primary target eliminated, secondary target escaped." Sirens. She looks toward the nearby streetlights, canting her head to one side, before turning toward Elias. "Probability of apprehension: ten to one. Tertiary target!" She seems to be addressing the priest directly with that, voice gaining the faintest hint of remembered boldness as she steps forward, raising her claw. "Re-designated as obstacle. Bypass is critical to evasion. Stand aside or face elimination."
Has she forgotten about Hakan? That could be a mistake...
There is little Elias can do right now. The words from Decapre are mostly sounding muffled because of the ringing going on in his ears. He just looks up at her from where he is knelt and he just gives a faint shake of his head. If she feels she can finish him off right now she can try. His faith shields him and while he might be down and out for awhile as his body heals, he has the satisfaction this woman cannot truely defeat him. With what energy he has managed to muster while taking that short rest he manages to get up to his feet.
He spreads his arms wide and that expression still remains unchanged. "Go ahead and try." he tells her as he makes no move to get out of her way. She can waste time trying to cut him down or escape before the authorities get here. "You have your demon for a master. I have God. Let me show you who is stronger, child." The boldness is even shown by the fact he steps forward as if daring her to strike again.
COMBATSYS: Elias drops his guard to recover.
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The kick to his chin is honestly enough to knock Hakan out cold. It's impossible to tell with his pale eyes anyway, but the light has left them the moment he's sent skyward. Lifted up like a ragdoll, it's an impressive testament to the Doll's prowess, to see him treated so. The slashes are all malicious icing on the cake, streaks of thick red smattering upon the alleyway walls as he's spun about by the bite of steel into greasy flesh. Left to his own devices, he falls to the ground with a heavy crash, his body limp and uncomfortable with some limbs tucked under others. It's safe to say, though, that's he's out for the count.
Or so he SHOULD be. As Decapre so foolishly turns the entirety of her attention to the beleaguered priest. While the two argue about whose master is the greater being. there's a quiet scuffing behind the masked girl. In a moment, his expressionless face looks down at his would-be assassin, arms already open wide and closing in as he lunges forward! If she's not quick, she'll get a fresh coating of oil and blood as she finds herself crushed against his chest, pain apparently be damned. It's not as though he can feel it right now. Indeed, his face is empty and expressionless as he tries to squeeze with all his might, until she pops skyward just like poor Walrus.
The difference is that, this time, Hakan will still be standing there to catch her when she falls, inadvertantly trapping her in an ever-accelerating roller coaster between his joined arms. Centrifugal force will EVENTUALLY find her a way out of the sickening ride, don't worry.
COMBATSYS: Hakan can no longer fight.
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Decapre 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Elias
COMBATSYS: Decapre dodges Hakan's Oil Coaster.
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Decapre 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Elias
These words that Elias speaks, they are among the few can incite anger within Vega's extensive collection of pretty, perfectly porcelain faces. Within the demonic visage of Decapre there is no such sign - though a flaring of the eyes betrays her brainwashed passion, and she begins to step forward. Only to to be stopped by thick, burly, oily arms that descend upon her. The breath catches in her throat, but instinct takes over. Already coated in the man's heady lubricant, she twists in his grasp and slips out as easily as she was captured, dropping low and then rising at his flank.
"Accept your assessment, interloper one," she monotones, body showing tension that does not affect her voice. Her rise carries with it a lashing leg, and a twist of the hip drives home a blistering roundhouse, her functional bootheel ensuring the tenacious Turk remains unconscious. As he is pitched carelessly to the floor, she turns back to the ravaged priest, staring at him with those dead slits. "Further action is meaningless. At this time, death cannot be assured within acceptable mission parameters. Designation 'Patrick, Elias' filed under treason and flagged for elimination."
The sirens have drawn close now, and the vehicles that bear them can be clearly heard tearing down the rain-soaked street. Decapre paces forward, pausing momentarily beside Elias to offer final, comforting words to this man she cannot kill - who will not die. "Interloper one will require your attentions, priest. But this unit assures you: soon, you will beg for forgiveness. And then you will die."
She does not turn to look at him. She does not need to.
A few sprinting steps through the flooded alley, a leap, and she is gone across the rooftops, leaving her former subordinates to take their punishment at the hands of the law. Leaving a girl behind who may be dead - the success of the shot was not checked, but it does not matter. The December Doll has no identity. She cannot be traced. Tiger and Walrus will sacrifice their lives and Shadaloo will continue to grow stronger, esconced in the shadows. Protected by Lord Vega's will.
And when Elias interferes further, promises will be fulfilled.
COMBATSYS: Decapre takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Decapre has left the fight here.
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Log created on 12:22:10 03/30/2011 by Elias, and last modified on 22:00:44 03/30/2011.