Description: Long ago, this city high in the Andes was the center of Incan civilization. Safe from the Spanish conquest, it has survived for eons, keeping a vigilant watch among the clouds. The mountains surrounding the city were of great mythological import to the Inca, and there's every indication that Machu Picchu was a holy city, a place of power. Though the actual fight is relocated to a tourist observation bluff as to protect the ancient city, this is sure to be a battle to remember. However, as the fight starts, a perfectly sunny sky suddenly darkens, and a wild thunderstorm begins high in the mountains. Is this just freak high-altitude weather, or have the fighters intruding on this sacred location awakened the wrath of some angry thunder god...? (WINNER: Wrestlefriends)
Machu Picchu, 13:48
It is a nice, sunny day own in this high mountain tourist spot. A place of a civilization long since gone that went unfound for years - having avoided Spanish conquest until 1911, when an American historian Hiram Bingham brought it to light... it has become an important tourist location since. A UNESCO World Heritage Site.... even considered one of the new seven wonders of the world by the internet in a few recent years.
Which means, of course, it's ripe for being a place for some of the greatest fighters to go beat the crap out of one another in - although Peruvian officials, at the last minute, humbly requested they keep their little competition to a tourist observation bluff as to minimize damages. (The sheer destruction Zach and Zangief nearly unleashed back in Mosi-oa-Tunya has given similar pause across other historically significant sites.)
Varvara Economou, once again, is being thrust into the forefront for her team, sitting down on a bluff and finishing up the rest of... some ball of something presumably edible. She looks awful. Dirty, and not at all ready for TV prime time. She's been quiet since her time in Metro City. A couple officials are already trying to prod her into the specially marked off area where they're going to fight.
"'m eatin'," she responds with her mouth full as she stares blankly across the Inca site and the mountains surrounding it. The significance may be lost on her simple mind, as it were.
And Varvara isn't alone either. She't totally got company. She's got.. Naerose. . . .
. . . .
She's eating too. Luckily for the red witch these events have concessions and all that over priced finger food means a lot of people leave food unfinished, uneaten. On tables, in trash. .Ect.
The down side? Naerose also has Varvara, the singular biggest competition she'll ever face for discarded food most normal people wouldn't even go near. Somehow though, for the time being they both have their own num nums.
"You were *nomnomnom* so right about the food, I'm glad I came." Naerose says with her mouth full. "Oh is there a fight? Man, glad I'm not *nomnomnom* going first. *swallow* Good Luck." Says the witch whose shades are sparkling with the prospect of more food for her.
Ahh, South America! El Fuerte has always appreciated the beauty of the continent and the various types of interesting foods that the various countries have to offer. He has taken a break from grilling Hon-Fu for information and has left him in the hands of La Bamba for the time being until El Fuerte would return. Unlike Varvara the luchador has been well prepared for this fight and he has even broken out a new outfit. It is rather colorful with a tribal motiff to it complete with various colorful feathers.
He actually hasn't even realized who he would be going against yet even as he leaps onto the scene and strikes a pose. "DYNAMIC COOKING TIIIIIIME!" he declares and beams as he rests his hands on his hips and looks around. "The Hurricane of the Gulf is ready to show why he is to be feared in this tournament! Step forward, my opponent!" He also waits for a few moments before an official steps over and whispers in his ear and points in the direction of the other team.
The luchador squints....and squints more. "Amigo!" he finally calls out fo Varvara. "I did not know you were to be my opponent! I would have brought some food along!" It might be best he hasn't fully noticed Naerose yet either given their last encounter. For now he is more caught up in his bravado as he steps back. "Come now! Let us put on a great show so we will have a great appetite afterwards! Then we shall eat!"
"...Yeah," Varvara grumbles unenthusiastically, not so much minding Naerose's company. Truth be told, she wasn't actually supposed to be up first - that honor was supposed to go to someone who has completely flipped their lid and gone crazy, in ways Varvara cannot hope to comprehend.
That girl, she thinks to the extent that Varvara is ever capable of thinking, she has everything, why does she want to be like /her/? With an uncertain, unsteady life, only able to get by on what her muscles grant her and very little else...
She's snapped out of attention to the familiar, booming voice of a man - no, a magical food dispensing machine! - that she loves following around, almost always so desperate to eat that she cares not what sorts of burning feelings in her nose, throat and tongue she'd suffer just by eating any of it.
The thought is so tantalizing that she does what some would think unheard of for her. She actually lets go of the ball of unidentifiable food in her hand, letting it hit the grassy ground as she rises up from where she's sitting and all but charges headlong into the very ring.
"Food, now," she says hurriedly right after the addressing of 'amigo,' only for the luchador to explain that he /would/ have brought some food along, eyes narrowing as she stands straight up. "Wait. Ya mean... ya don't... have... food?"
Her arms rise in front of her, palms pointed down, one leg slightly bent as though this very concept were a grave insult - something worthy of the beginnings of what would be a domestic incident were the two a legitimate couple. "Make some /now/."
Tournament officials look at one another, shrug, and decide to get things rolling. They're both members of their various teams, they're more or less in the ring, they both seem kind of ready... and, all of a sudden, the sky seems to have darkened a bit where it was sunny just mere moments ago. An unforeseen storm front passing by?
"LOUND ONE!" Oh great, there's that Engrish-spouting announcer again just a ways away.
Varvara, for her part, has gone from enthusiastic and energetic to scorned in record time herself. Who knows, the clouds above just may very well be tied into her mood, as if ready and willing to tear El Fuerte limb from limb until he gives her some food.
At least she remembers the very basics of her manners.
"Erroso," she hisses, the inflection in stark contrast to what the word actually means.
Make some food now? El Fuerte is humbled that the girl really enjoys his food so much, but he does not haven't think he can offer her, alas. "I will after we are all done! Do not worry!" He also doesn't seem to realize how much he has probably just angered the bottomless pit known as Varvara. There is a rumble of thunder in the distance that makes him look up. "Hah! It looks like the Hurricane of the Gulf is generating a storm!"
He does notice that Varvara starts to get ready to fight so he too starts to fall into a fighting stance with his arms raised and ready to grapple if she gets too near. "Very well! You seem ready so I will not make you wait, amigo." Now he might just soon find out what lack of food does to Varvara for the first time. He has to admit he is also interested in actually exchanging blows with the woman since they have yet to properly clash.
With a deep breath taken he focuses on the task at hand as he slowly lets it out and lets himself grow limber. His feet are already moving in a bit of a quick dancing motion to make it hard to tell which way he might end up going once he starts moving. The luchador hasn't turned into a blur yet and he can feel the first drops of rain start to hit him as he grins and motions for Varvara to come at him. "Let us do battle!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Varvara has joined the fight here.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Varvara
As far as Varvara is concerned, El Fuerte needs to get his ass into the kitchen (or, more ideally, lug the entire kitchen out here and /then/ get his ass into it) and make her just about any of those magical concoctions from his mastery of making food good.
Only someone with especially poor taste like herself can actually call what he makes 'good food.'
Where El Fuerte is limber and agile and already moving, her stance is, in comparison, noticeably stiffer. She doesn't have his agility, or his grace, or his speed. Really, to all accounts in a straight-up fight, the only thing she might have over him may well be her power - if even that.
Those looking at this from the outside are readily discounting an x-factor as the rain starts to drop, perhaps to pre-emptively give her a shower because let's face it, she looks dirty and unsuited for prime time television.
The x-factor in question? She's hungry and wants his food NOW. Not later, not soon, now. Now, now, now.
"You're makin' me /wait/," she protests, as her id largely takes over any such reasoning she could have. That nice getup El Fuerte's got on will probably not be surviving this match intact.
"LEADY?!" Goes the announcer--
A loud strike of thunder nearby elicits a shriek, which will have to do in place of the announcement to 'go.' The cameras shake, some crewmembers think of postponing it - but the top brass insist to keep rolling, the storm will pass, it's clearly a fast-moving front.
The strike of thunder seems to serve as Varvara's own signal to go plenty well, the ringing in her left ear disregarded as she leaps forward from where she stands, diving into El Fuerte (or, if he's on the ball, harmlessly past him) in an attempt to tackle him and roll along the ground in a wheel before tossing him further along the dirty, increasingly muddier bluff while sane would-be spectators decide to go for shelter.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte dodges Varvara's Fleeing Musician.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Varvara
Well he didn't know she was so eager to get this fight on. The luchador gives a helpless shrug. "I can't help that! They have not told us to g-" The thunder hits and that seems to throw everything in motion. Even if El Fuerte is apologizing he still seemed to have been keeping his eye on the woman. As soon as she comes forward he moves quickly and leaps to the side to avoid her attempt to tackle him. "No no no! The Hurricane of the Gulf doesn't want to dirty his new outfit just yet!" he tells her. It is already enough of a shame that it is raining and sort of causing the feathers to droop.
He is on the move once both feet are firmly on the ground again. He becomes almost like a blur as he circles around the woman before leaping forward and lashing out with a single foot aimed to slam into her back and throw her further off balance. "Besides do not worry! The longer and harder the fight the better the food tastes!" One has to wonder if Varavara also realizes if she manages to take down the chef how will he be able to cook up something?
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Varvara with Light Kick.
Glancing Blow
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Varvara
Nobody can ever really proclaim that Varvara has been very good at thinking ahead.
Tumbling after catching thin air (and a couple raindrops, you don't want to be those raindrops right now), El Fuerte's foot clips her upper back. The rain starts to pick up significantly in intensity, as another (thankfully a bit more distant) thunderbolt strikes down. Nobody predicted this weather, and some members of the production crew are seriously wondering if they should just call things off right here and now.
There is already going to be some complaints from the upper echelons of the organization(s) helping run King of Fighters, given the somewhat unsteady camera angles and the sound cutting in and out as the guy in charge keeps yelling to the guy holding the microphone to just be a man and keep it close to the fighters.
Back to the actual fight...
"Pth," Varvara's muddied face spits as she comes out of her tumble a little awkwardly thanks to El Fuerte's little push of his foot, standing back up after slipping a bit in mud as she balls up her left hand into a tight fist and lets it fly in a brutal, thuggish punch to El Fuerte's face.
"Now," she demands, her voice clear above the pouring rain.
COMBATSYS: Varvara successfully hits ElFuerte with Strong Punch.
- Power hit! -
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ElFuerte 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Varvara
The heavy rain is making the ground more slick so El Fuerte is already trying to compensate for this factor. His boots aren't exactly treaded so that makes things even more slippery. This sort of storm might actually help Varvara out in the long run and it seems to already be helping her out since the luchador can't get himself out of the way due to slipping up some already. That fist makes a rather sickening crack on impact. It might have even broken the nose of the luchador. There doesn't seem to be any blood leaking out from under the mask though as he takes several seconds to regain his wits, what little he has, once again.
"Such a pushy girl!" he says and actually gives a bit of a chuckle. "But if you want to play tough so be it!" That is when he reaches to just grapple the woman around the waist and heft her upwards. He leaps upwards as he goes to twist her about to where she is upside down and aimed to land head and shoulders first into the increasingly muddle ground. "FAJITAS BUSTAAAAAH!" he cries out as he releases then flips back away to put some distance between both him and Varvara. "I am sorry, amigo. But this is important!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Varvara with Fajitas Buster.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Varvara
Varvara might not mind getting down and dirty but the muck benefits nobody - she is nowhere near as agile as El Fuerte is.
One may wonder how well a big, huge, heavy guy like /Zangief/ might fare in these conditions though, if he ends up having to step up to the plate.
She looks ready to get down and start strangling all the good food out of the Hurricane of the Gulf instead of doing the reasonable thing like, say, wait patiently for the fight to end - let alone any additional time taken to actually /cook/ something - and largely ends up throwing herself into El Fuerte's grasp, where he is certainly about to serve up a decisive blow.
Serves one.
Serves one right.
El Fuerte's speed is such that by the time she realizes he's got her by the waist that it's much, much too late as she's hefted upwards, and spun about in a dizzying spin where she hasn't much of a clue as to which way is up or down until she lands roughly face-down in the muck - one of the many sure signs of the gap of ability between the two of them.
"Pfehh!!" She spits out muck venomously as she pulls herself up, already a fair amount of distance between the two of them. Shaking her head out (and sending some rainwater and mud spraying from her into at least one of the cameras), she raises her arms up again, palms downward, one knee bent slightly as thunder strikes a ways away.
"'m hungry," she repeats, as the needs of her stomach fuel her to fight as she generally always does - like a hungry animal for survival, a certain wildness and disregard in her eyes.
COMBATSYS: Varvara focuses on her next action.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Varvara
It goes to show women usually know what the want and usually unreasonable in their ways of trying to obtain it. El Fuerte even has said he would cook, but to even try and do so in this weather is silly. It seems Varvara cares little about eating a nice meal, nice by her standards at least, inside a warm and dry place. Things are just seeming to get worse due to the heavy rain too. The mud has gotten on the Hurricane of the Gulf and his brightly colored outfit is already quite dulled. It is still bright enough it might actually give Varvara a bit of an advantage to be able to see him through the heavy rain.
"I know, amigo! There is little that can be done now. I promise you a buffet just for yourself! Whatever you want." He at least is trying to help calm her a bit. Poor girl seems to really be hungry. He should have brought a packed lunch or the like. Forward he comes again, his hands reaching out to grasp as he dirties himself further when he attempts to fall backwards and pull Varvara with him to monkeyflip her over and into the mud once again. "OLE!"
COMBATSYS: Varvara interrupts Quick Throw from ElFuerte with Hill of Futility.
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ElFuerte 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Varvara
It's really hard to win an argument with a woman when you're a man, even when you are a fantastically powerful martial artist. Especially when they are also powerful martial artists, if - in at least this case - not quite as fantastical.
For all intents and purposes, Varvara largely allows El Fuerte to come to her, perhaps in the hopes that this time he'll actually have dishes of stuff to thrust in her face so that she can just pig out and enjoy them. A little mud and rainfall wouldn't dull the meal all that much. Just a little nibble, just a little something good--
El Fuerte skillfully grapples and flips Varvara along, but there's only one tiny wrinkle in the whole thing.
He grabs her, /she grabs him/. It leads to a short, awkward tumble across the muddy bluff as thunder cracks loudly again, but her grip upon him remains sure, as she reasserts her grip to one of El Fuerte's arms to heft /him/ over her into the ground, splashing up mud and dirt pretty much everywhere in that one impact... before yanking him up and doing it a second time, as if completely unsatisfied with this first slam, her grip slipping away in that second slam.
Mud and rain in her face and eyes, she growls as she struggles to maintain steadiness in this uncertain footing and the fact that the botched monkeyflip still saw her landing a bit roughly on her side against hard rock.
Falling hurts!
Eyes go wide and El Fuerte realizes that the woman is more cunning than he gave her credit for. Soon he is grappled and his own momentum turned against him as he goes tumbling along. That whole part about him being brightly colored can be thrown out the window at this point as well. Between the tumbling and then the violent slamming of him into the mud not once but twice pretty much leaves him caked in the mud much like how his opponent is. "If you want food...this is the wrong way...." He falls silent and lays there for a moment.
Is this the end of the Hurricane of the Gulf? It would almost seem like it. That is until at the last moment he suddenly leaps off the ground and goes sailing right into Varvara. He goes to deliver a powerful knee into her chest that would actually take her off her feet before his legs quickly lash forward to wrap around her neck as he uses his momentum to twirl about and fling her away. "Hah! It will take more than a storm and a hungry belly to defeat the Hurricane of the Gulf!" he declares once he lands. Then again he is kinda looking woozy still.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Varvara with Guacamole Leg Throw.
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ElFuerte 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Varvara
"Nuh uh!!" Varvara loudly debates this logic with her own brand of, um, logic. Beat people up, get money, get food. Sometimes, get food, then beat people up who want you to give money for it. It's a really simple system that she can grasp, something many of her intellectual caliber have embraced with wildly varying results.
She's not on the upper curve of success.
When El Fuerte leaps right off the ground like a bouncy bundle of energy, she thinks he's going low - a tiny hop back does not get her safely out of his knee to her chest that takes the wind out of her, lifting her ankles up out of the mud, twirled about by the legs and sent a ways towards a slight decline.
Thunder strikes the air just behind the aerial path in which Varvara flies in a near miss. The camera operators literally jump at this sight. Some medics wonder if she's been struck by lightning. It's kind of hard to see her under the extremely dark skies and the mist from the pounding rain.
"then it's gonna take my fists," she mumbles as she springs powerfully from her especially shallow resting place, ears ringing and eyes full of spots from an extremely close encounter with El Fuerte. She's not even especially certain that she's actually rushing towards El Fuerte as she slogs through the mud, at one point even on fours, to try and grab him, twist an arm to send him to a kneel, and start to pound at his back with an angry repeated fist until something resembling food comes out of him.
COMBATSYS: Varvara successfully hits ElFuerte with Chimera's End.
- Power hit! -
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ElFuerte 1/-----==/=======|=======\==-----\1 Varvara
There is something that comes out of El Fuerte, but it is not food. It is more just the beating on him makes him cough up a mixture of mud and blood given he had eaten the former when driven into the ground as many times as he has already. He sees this woman seems to be growing stronger the longer she goes without food. Now he understands why it is a good thing to constantly keep her fed. That only is a reminder he has no food on him so things will probably only go from bad to worse.
Trying to get out from under that attack is even worse and in the end El Fuerte tries for another approach. He just tries to get a grip on that arm that she is using to punish him with and snake it in between his own arms. He is also attempting to get his legs around her neck once again, but this time it is more an attempt to try and choke the woman out before she does even more damage to him. Maybe if he can keep her grounded he is better off! "This will hurt me more than it does you, amigo! I am sorry!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Varvara with Medium Throw.
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ElFuerte 1/----===/=======|=======\====---\1 Varvara
It is more than just that - for something that is a sanctioned tournament fight, Varvara is clearly holding back no punches for someone that may actually constitute something resembling a friend, or someone she might respect (at least, their ability to provide her with so much food). It's not figthing a fellow grappler, it's fighting someone who fights like it's all they can ever really be proud of in their nasty, brutish life.
And fight she does, fighting El Fuerte's grasp to pry herself free when he cleverly grabs a hold of her punching arm. She tries to yank herself free, but without much luck as he gets his legs around her neck and starts to squeeze the very fight out of herself.
Eventually, she does get her arm free. There's no pulling El Fuerte off her neck, though, her face going red as her strength starts to fade from her to El Fuerte's largely apologetic words. She can't pry his legs off! Officials, extremely scared of the storm and being eager to maybe see if they can't call a short break, consider calling the round for El Fuerte right there given the distress she's in. She seems about as good as pinned, just for having his legs around her neck.
Nope, she's choosing to hold on. Putting what strength she has to bear on herself, she struggles to push herself up to a stand. The ground is unsteady, and in the big picture, El Fuerte's choke is winning. Nobody is going to call what she's about to do a clean attempt to get him in a seeming moment of vulnerability.
Twisting herself in the grasp of his legs, she crouches and gathers herself, a low growl as the rain pounds down upon her, a small run going up one side of her pants as she flexes one of her legs to its very limit, a flash of lightning illuminating her briefly before she attempts to find the clearance to leap up and swing one of her legs out at El Fuerte's side, a blackish-brown streak of mud trailing from her foot in an attempt to declare, right then and there, that she's not out of the fight just yet.
Much to the chagrin of those being paid far too little to record this fight.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte dodges Varvara's Strong Kick.
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ElFuerte 1/----===/=======|=======\===----\1 Varvara
Now that is more like it. El Fuerte is patting himself ont he back a bit too early for the fact he feels like now has this all under control. Varvara is a strong girl, but for being so small El Fuerte is quite strong himself and he manages to keep the pressure against her neck as she struggles. Yet her determination is surprising. The way she is just able to get to her feet and move about makes El Fuerte's grapple losen up. He also seems to realize what the woman is trying to do and he lets go and awkwardly tumbles away while narrowly missing that incoming leg.
He gets to his feet after some sloppy footwork in the mud and he points towards the woman while nodding. "Not bad at all. You will deserve the meal I shall prepare when this is all over." He tells her and he grins wide again. He is hurting, but unlike Varvara he is having fun with this fight. His adrenaline is pumping so it is certainly making it easier for him to ignore the soreness. He surges forward once again with all that being said and leaps again. Both a foot and a fist extend as he tosses himself right for varvara and he aims to let the fist hit her in the jaw while the foot goes for the stomach. "Ole!"
COMBATSYS: Varvara dodges ElFuerte's Quesadilla Bomb.
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ElFuerte 1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1 Varvara
It's an enjoyable rush for El Fuerte. It's good to have fun with what one does with their life, especially in such a high-pressure situation as this! It /is/ the King of Fighters tournament, the single greatest name in organized fighting that is rivaled only by the World Warrior.
All this is really lost on Varvara, who has trouble seeing this as anything more than something big at stake. She wants the prize money, she wants the food, she wants it all, and there's only one way to get it - the only way she knows how.
A dramatic tumble to the side across wet earth as the wind starts to kick up sees El Fuerte's would-be decisive strike go convincingly wide, adrenaline and cussedness getting her back upright - muddied and dirty as she is (or maybe one should say at this point the mud and dirt is Varvara'd... Varvary, whatever), reaching out with her right hand as she tries to grab one of El Fuerte's forearms and... well, just do that.
A good, hard, simple squeeze, as she pants for breath, a windy energy creaking through the thin openings of her fingers whether there's El Fuerte's forearm in there or not, because whatever happens to be in there is going to get crushed outright - even the raindrops, excised in spurts from the sheer pressure.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte fails to interrupt Lion Crush from Varvara with El Fuerte Dynamite.
- Power fail! -
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ElFuerte 0/-------/----===|=======\====---\1 Varvara
There seems to be no stopping El Fuerte when he comes forward like that. Even as Varvara moves out of the way he seems to be preparing for his next strike. "EL FU-AIEEEE!" That is when his arm is grabbed and he is hit by intense pain from having Varvara destroying the poor thing. "I cannot cook for you if you break that, amigo!" he reminds her as well as hoping that sort of comment might make her rethink those actions. Does she really want to break her neverending food supply!?
Even if it just distracts her for a moment it allows the rather slippery luchador to pull his arm loose finally and he gives it a thorough shake to try and get the feeling back in it. "You are such a confusing girl I hope you know that." he tells her and actually lets out a bit of a chuckle. "But if you want it to be that time then I guess I shall have to oblige!" He then takes a deep breath and thrusts a finger in the air as a lightning bolt seems to have the perfect timing of being seen in the background as thunder roars along with his voice. "DYNAAAAAMIIIIIIC COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKIIIIING TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME!"
The scary thing to consider is if she would insist he make food even if he were a broken pile of bones and blood anyway.
Women can be really harsh and demanding people of absolutely unfair standards, sometimes, and Varvara - for all the near lack of feminine traits and way she carries herself - is really no exception in the big picture.
"Get in the kitchen," she hisses to El Fuerte's remark about her being a really confusing girl. She doesn't think her terms are confusing! Get your ass in the kitchen and make me food, how much clearer can she put it? Even if English is a second language for her, she's pretty sure there is no ambiguity in the way she says it, even if she can't in fact cognize this particular thought all too eloquently, her breaths growing heavier as she pushes herself into blatant exhaustion with the pounding rain and wind against her face, and the frightening cracks of thunder making her jump a little.
El Fuerte calls it, the Dynamic Cooking Time. It is totally Dynamic Cooking Time.
"You're not gettin' in the kitchen," she remarks in a tired, wheezy voice as she runs up to the dramatically posing El Fuerte, thinking absolutely nothing at all of tossing a punch to the elbow of the raised arm.
If he lets her get away with it, that's not the worst of what's about to happen.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte parries Varvara's Macedonian Folly!
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ElFuerte 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Varvara
He decides when it is time to cook and it is certainly not now. No matter what Varvara says the woman's constant insisting isn't going to change things. Not only that there is no kitchen even around the area! She obviously has gone crazy from lack of food. That poor thing. Even despite the fact she is trying to maim him just to get him to cook doesn't stop the fact he feels like he will owe her such a big meal once this is all said and done.
That is when things start to move in slow motion to him. His thoughts end up trailing away as he sees Varvara come right towards him again. Eyes go wide and his mouth opens up as if about to yell 'Noooooooooo!'. He lifts one foot up and he starts to twist to where her punch barely misses his raised arm and he uses his momentum to end up behind the woman once again. "There is no kitchen here!" he tells her while reaching to grasp her around the waist again and hefting her upwards. He leans backwards and and then gives a bit of a jump for extra momentum as he goes to drop Varvara on her head once again. Obviously that won't make her MORE angry at all.
COMBATSYS: Varvara fails to interrupt Chili Mexicano EX from ElFuerte with Strong Throw.
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COMBATSYS: Varvara can no longer fight.
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Varvara doesn't care about the lack of immediate kitchen in arm's reach, she wants it NOW or else she's going to throw him as far as she can in hopes he lands somewhere in the vicinity of a kitchen so that he can MAKE HER FOOD because she is HUNGRY and how hard does this have to be, really?!
A fist meets thin air, her posture hunched over as she puts literally everything she's got into that starting blow, though she is still scrappy, still willing to push through her shortening breath and her tired, battered body, lightning flashing dangerously close once more and, temporarily, blinding her just in time for El Fuerte to get a good hold of her waistline again.
"Kitchen," she sneers as they leap skyward, "/now/."
She struggles, she twists in his grasp, maybe getting into the very beginnings of what might be an impressive escape in mid-air as she tries to put her strength to realeasing El Fuerte's grasp, maybe to toss him clean off into the dirt underneath - but when they go inverted, it's too late for anything of that short as she is introduced into the muck for the umpteenth time, head-first, a muffled, echoed yell across the storming bluff overseeing the historical site as she's buried so deeply in that roughly her waistline down (...up?) sticks out of the muck.
Yeah, that's enough, the officials decide.
"DOWN!" Cries a somewhat frightened Engrish-speaking announcer lady, calling the round over right then and there.
That's one down for the Rogue team.
It is a terrible thing he had to do, but there was nothing else he could have done. She was like a rabid dog at that point. No matter what was said by the eccentric luchador it would only get one reply 'Kitchen -now-'. Once he lets go he staggers back and just stares at what he did. "I am sorry, amigo." he tells her. At least for now she can dream about food and be surprised to find herself awake and surrounded by a large pile of it. That is of course if the storm doesn't kill her or El Fuerte in the meantime. There is another loud rumble of thunder and the sky lights up again causing a few people to scream in terror.
There is no scream of terror from El Fuerte, though. Even as they tend to Varvara he turns back to where the Rogue team is supposed to be situated and he lets out a laugh. "A good fight, but the Hurricane of the Gulf is still going strong!" he calls out and then thrusts that finger into the air. "Now bring on the next opponent so they can be blown away as well!" He just keeps that pose while being covered in mud and looking like hell. There is just that large grin of his as he waits and get a moment to catch his breath.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte drops his guard to recover.
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COMBATSYS: Naerose has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Naerose
Huh? The Red Witch has finished her munching and now is rushing onto the scene, with a turkey sandwich still in her mouth. She was watching, but sort of not really paying a lot of attention. She wanders into the fighting area, looks at the Dynamic cook and frowns. She adjusts her shades. She adjusts her hat and toys with her broom. She doesn't charge in. She waits, seemingly having decided what she was going to do already. . . As little. . as possible.
COMBATSYS: Naerose focuses on her next action.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0 Naerose
If his adrenaline wasn't pumping before with the brutal fight with Varvara it certainly goes through the roof once he realizes who it is that comes in next. No, El Fuerte has not forgotten about the incident at the temple not long ago. The one where he was promised Iron Chef Karate and got nothing. Even through the heavy rain of the storm that makes it hard to see he cannot forget the face of someone that played him for a fool. "You! The crazy guardian!" The crazy guardian that is not a guardian. "How could Varvara team with someone so vile!?" he asks and shakes his head as mud is slung about from the feathers of his mask.
He isn't even giving the woman with the rather annoying Engrish to get to say 'Lound Two!' before he is making a mad dash right for Naerose. He leaps upwards and forwards as he slings both feet outwards, aiming to land a devastating dropkick right into Naerose's midsection. "You must have brainwashed her!"
COMBATSYS: Naerose interrupts Strong Kick from ElFuerte with End Creation.
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ElFuerte 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Naerose
"huh? Hey, get off me, En Criento!" Cries Naerose and extends her hand, bursting chi at El Fuerte, though it is followed by a frown as she gets kicked by him anyway.
"I recognize you.." She begins and then after a moment continues, "I don't think you were very nice then, and man you're totally not very nice now!" She says, keeping her distance as best she can. " You're totally a mean fella!" she says, having apparently concluded that El Fuerte is pretty mean.
She scratches her cheek, "Then again, the green fella could of helped out more I suppose.. I'm not sure it would of turned out differently."
Perfectly happy to babble the red witch stays back for now.
It is great news to have been able to land that kick. The bad news is that he was landing that dropkick right as Naerose was releasing a blast of energy. One that hits Fuerte and sends him tumbling away through the mud tha goes splattering everywhere. He almost rolls right into the two officials that are still working at pulling Varvara out of the mud where she got planted. "I am not very nice!? I am not the one playing games with people and using green bodysnatchers!" he retorts once he bounces back to his feet. Of course the whole bouncing part is more of him struggling to get to his feet through all the muck.
He squints and still manages to keep sight of the witch even as she is trying to keep a fair amount of distance. The heavy rain is an annoyance, but all El Fuerte needs is a good grip! That is exactly what he goes for two when he surges forward to close the distance between he and the witch. Muddy hands reach to grasp Naerose so El Fuerte can heft her upwards and then hold her upside down for a few moments if he manages to get a grip. After a bit of a delay he falls downwards to drive her head first into the mud.
COMBATSYS: Naerose fails to interrupt Tepache Bomb from ElFuerte with Spellbinder EX.
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ElFuerte 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Naerose
Getting driven to the mud is not what someone usually considers a good time, Especially not when that someone is Naerose, who hates being driven to the mud. If you asked her, hey, how do you feel about being driven to the mud? She'd probably say. . Not well. Oh no, not well at all, but you didn't ask her. Did you. You just drove her. And that is where we find out red witch now, brought upside down into the mud. This is quicky starting to remind her of the last time she met this chef. Oh the last .. painful.. time.
Though she did try something clever, the timing was too slow as she doesn't manage to connect it.
The fight has not been a pretty one at all. It was probably going to be an ugly affair to begin with, but the heavy rains and the raging storm haven't helped make it any prettier. Officials are trying their best to keep from falling over in the slick mud themselves. Some are pleading to stop the match until things cleared up, but it seems that non of the fighters would take time to even think about pausing this fight. At least El Fuerte doesn't plan on stopping until he himself is finally puttered out from all the fighting. He can certainly not stop while the imposter is still standing!
"The Hurricane of the Gulf had a tough fight, but if you think me ready to fall don't plan on it!" he lets out another laugh and he reaches to grab Naerose and yank her from the mud and to toss her aside by her ankles. "I, El Fuerte, will defeat every last one of you! Bring them all on! Ahahahahaha!"
COMBATSYS: Naerose blocks ElFuerte's Medium Throw.
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ElFuerte 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Naerose
This time the Red Witch rolls with the throw and on landing frowns a bit at him.
"You don't have to taunt my friends you know, if you're so skilled and talented you could at the very least be a gracious winner about it. Given how hard you hit and how fast you go.. This is the second time we've met. I'd say we might just be outmatched. And.. You're making fun of Varvara? That's IT. I'm not going to let you beat me.. Even though you're a better fighter. I don't care about this like team stuff, but I won't let a meanie like you continue." She's pointing and trying really hard to look like she's in control of what she's saying, rather then sort of going a bit off script. Though once it comes to actually doing, the red witch looks turn between possible actions.
"Take this!" And she tries to swing her broom through the mud, attempting to splash El Fuerte before hitting him and holding her broom in a ready stance with the momentum. Sort of a little more clever looking than she probably can manage.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte dodges Naerose's Random Strike.
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ElFuerte 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Naerose
The words said to him do make El Fuerte pause for a moment. Not because he is offended or the like, but more confused. "Make fun of my best customer!? I would never do such a thing!" Of course it might just be an attempt to distract him. An attempt that almost works and makes El Fuerte have to quickly move and stumble backwards out of the way of that swing. "And what is a good fight without bravado and friendly posturing!?" Sure he is not too fond of the witch, but this is a professional fight and he is doing what he does best. Blow out alot of hot air that could perhaps be better used to concentrate on the fight itself or focusing on his cooking when he is not in battle.
He gives a big smile. "Besides! Do you not feel a rush when you do this? It is hard not to want to boast when caught up in the heat of battle!" A battle that is a bit slowed by El Fuerte taking time to talk and perhaps even give Naerose a change to plan. Of course that chance is cut off soon. He suddenly surges forward again, this time leaping and attempting the attack he tried on Varvara earlier. Hand and leg are extended as the first goes for witch face and the leg goes for the stomach. "Besides Varvara is to be fed once this is over! A buffet for the ages will be prepared for her!"
COMBATSYS: Naerose interrupts Quesadilla Bomb from ElFuerte with Spellbinder.
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ElFuerte 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\1 Naerose
Well waiting for El Fuerte to start talking. . Then trying to hit him with her broom is low, what's worse yet, is that she flashes him with chi (not something Amy would get excited over) to blind him first before doing it! Mean! She gets shoved back by a leg to her stomach, but manages to recover before saying, guardedly,
"Wait, you're going to give Varvara all she can eat? A buffet that is bottomless? You promise? Really really really promise? And her starving Varvarettes? You really really really really really". . . Probably should focus more on fighting herself, "Really really really really really really really really really really really really really..?" By this point no doubt another attack will have been coming her way. This isn't something she seems to be aware of as she just .. kept.. repeating herself.
"Promise?"
The witch instantly calms and seems to change in a manic sense from avenger to totally cool.
"Wow, you're totally not such a bad guy after all. I misjudged you. Here I thought you were just trying to harm one of my best buds, but if you're going to feed her and her entire family, as much as they can eat, until they say they're done, free of charge? Then I think we can totally and really completely be friends. Man. No wonder she's your best customer."
Of course at first El Fuerte really can't respond. That is because while he does once again land an attack on Naerose, he is soon met by the force of the broom hitting him as well as a flash of energy that takes the air out of him and sets him tumbling away again. "Varvarettes? She has young ones?!" Now El Fuerte feels a bit bad for beating her up. Even if the entire fight it was more him trying to put down a rather irate fighter that couldn't understand there is no kitchen for him to go into and cook! "She has never told me!" He wonders if he should ask her when he feeds her. Why would she embarassed to mention she has kids? She must have alot! That might be why she looks so grizzled and tough!
"And of course I am doing that! It would ruin my reputation as the world's greatest chef!" Of course the only thing that is keeping him from not being the world's worst chef is probably the fact Varvara and the underlings that run his restaurant while he is off playing luchador and searching for Iron Chef Karate. "But that will be later. I must bring glory for my team and make everyone realize we are destined to win King of Fighters!" he turns into a blur once again and then there is a loud shout as he leans forward into a slide. "EL FUERTE!!!!!" he cries out in an attempt to throw Naerose off balance.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Naerose with El Fuerte Spark.
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ElFuerte 0/-------/-------|=======\======-\1 Naerose
"SPARK!" he cries as he leaps out of that slide and he lashes his legs out to encircle the witch's neck. He starts to twirl about in the air like a propeller of sorts with arms out wide and a rather crazy smile on his face as he is creating enough wind that the rain is being whipped away from it's force. He attains lift off as well and he and Naerose go skyward before he releases and twists about. One of her arms is caught between his legs and her neck caught by one of his arms. That is when he twists with quite a bit of force. Needless to say the poor girl will need a good chiropractor after this fight. Downwards they go afterwards and both land hard onto the ground. There he lets go and staggers back while trying to undizzy himself.
A good chiro-whatever or just a really great nap and some lunch. Well the lunch may or may not happen, but the nap is sure to happen, but first, the witch has one more attempt to deliver a blow. A blow of the centries, a blow that will knock your socks off! That is, if she can manage it. She tries to lift herself up, shoot off at El Fuerte and while he gave a more if, she will do a more if too. But in her ragged state, she manages to say these words,
"Yes.. the.. varvarettes. . It is my mission.. To see that.. they get.. . witch cakes. . . (t.. m...).."
More if.
COMBATSYS: Naerose can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Naerose successfully hits ElFuerte with Aquila Charge.
? Strange Hit! ?
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And the witch drags the chef into the air, on her broom, then, remembers that she just got hammered herself and passes out into the mud. But before going.. probably landing on the chef, she manages to say,
"You.. must... take on.. my quest... To... give ... to.. see that the.. The.. THE varvarettes receive the witch cakes.. I intrust the rest to you.. Dynamic. Chef. El Fuerte. Thud."
And with the last word, her head goes into the mud, with really more of a splat.
And somehow.. after the witch is passed out.. she manages one last.. breath of.
"(T.. M..)"
El Fuerte isn't quick enough to recover from his own attack to get himself perpared for Naerose when she comes right at him. His feet sort of tangle up with themselves and before he knows it he is caught in the powerful attack. The world is turning upside down for him and he feels the breath driven out of him as he hears the witch manage to utter some words to him. A noble request to make! Perhaps this woman isn't as evil has he was thinking. It must have just been one great misunderstanding between the two!
There he lands in a heap with the witch on top of him. Conciousness slips away and he smiles. "I will do what I can!" he murmurs in response and then it seems that he too just might well be down and out.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has reached second wind!
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That is until and official goes to check on the two. The poor guy shrieks when El Fuerte leaps up on his feet suddenly. "No! I am not done yet! I must see this all through!" he declares and thrusts a finger in the air as he lets out a laugh. Oh he is going to be so sore in the morning, but for now he will continue to further show his battle prowess. "Bring on the next one!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte drops his guard to recover.
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COMBATSYS: ElFuerte takes no action.
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The Dancing Spider hadn't arrived until maybe a little before Naerose started her fight. It turns out that El Fuerte was full of surprises. While he expected Varvara to go down, he didn't quite expect Naerose to follow suit, nor did he expect El Fuerte's sudden resurgence making this match a lot harder than he had planned on.
The odds are against him. He facing a full squad by himself and this is the type of condition that the American born capoeirista seems to thrive in.
Aranha quietly takes his place and waits for the announcer to start the fight.
[Insert Engrish Announcement Here]
Then his lips curl into a smile as he suddenly goes into to motion, lashing out with a roundhouse kick sheathed in blue chi, followed by a spinning jump kick also glowing with energy, he then uses the momentum of the spinning jump kick to turn his back to El Fuerte so he can finish with a back flip kick to drive a final glowing kick down upon the luchadore.
COMBATSYS: Aranha has joined the fight here.
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Aranha 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 ElFuerte
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte parries Aranha's Aggressive Dance!
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Aranha 0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0 ElFuerte
One has to truely wonder just how much energy the luchador still has in him. A man so small certainly couldn't have much fuel left in the tank. Still despite all the beatings he has taken and being covered in a mud in the middle of the horrendous downpour he is still smiling. He has heard of Aranha, but has never had a chance to ever cross paths with the fighter until now. He would normally hope for better circumstances, but he is still hyped up on adrenaline and ready for whatever. "Amigo! Lets do this!"
That is about the time the announcer speaks up and Aranha quickly moves into motion. El Fuerte squints as he tries to keep track of the movements of the other fighter and the flash of energy might actually be helpful in the fact it is easier to see where the attacks are coming from through the rain. He leans back to narrowly avoid that roundhouse and leaping back allows him to avoid the jump kick. Of course that second jump kick is when the luchador attempts to strike by jumping up to snag Aranha around the waist and attempt to slam him into the muddy ground. "FAJITAAAAAAAS BUUUUUSTAAAAAAAH!"
COMBATSYS: Aranha blocks ElFuerte's Fajitas Buster EX.
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Aranha 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 ElFuerte
Aranha never quite gets to that third kick due to the fast action of the luchador, he's snagged by the waist and can't quite avoid it and so he does damage control shooting his arms out to stop his fall to the ground and then pushing out to turn it into a handspring as his way of retreating from the slam.
He's back on his feet and then he takes a moment to roll his wrist around, grin still plastered on his face before he leaps back into the fray. Or rather he dances. He moves closer and closer and then all of a sudden he spins, lashing out with an outside crescent kick to slap the luchador with his foot before following it with a second one.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte dodges Aranha's Spin Kick.
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Aranha 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 ElFuerte
The fact Aranha was able to get out of that predicament with little trouble makes El Fuerte grin. He is very quick! Those movements are impressive too. He could be quite a good luchador himself if he ever wanted to try. It also seems El Fuerte has finally gotten used to moving about on the muddy terrain now as well. He isn't slipping and sliding about so much on the wrestling boots he is wearing and it has allowed him to keep up with the quick movements of Aranha.
When that kick comes his way he dives to the side and into a roll that sends mud splattering about. He comes out of that roll and changes direction, his body surging forward as he leaps upwards and slings both legs forward towards Aranha to deliver a kick of his own. Or a dropkick to be more precise. "Ole!"
COMBATSYS: Aranha interrupts Strong Kick from ElFuerte with Roundhouse Kick.
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Aranha 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 ElFuerte
The luchador pretty much reacted the way he had expect and while he would've preferred to have found his mark with those kicks he can use his opponent's movements to his advantage. The second outside crescent kick is slightly less committed than the first and his also placed lightly on the ground.
Aranha's eyes focus as he watches the luchador changes direction and then just as the drop kick comes in contact with his shoulder, he lifts that lightly placed foot and then swings it violently into the luchador's mask and finds himself spinning out due to the impact of El Fuerte's drop kick colliding with his shoulder. He ends up spinning and sliding until he's about a few feet or so away, on one knee in an attempt to maintain the rest of his balance.
The momentum that the luchador had been building comes to a grinding halt very soon. Much like when he went for Naerose in this manner he finds himself probably taking more punishment than he delivered. He felt his feet plant against Aranha, but it felt more like a glancing hit than anything else. There certainly wasn't anything glancing about the foot that slams right into El Fuerte's face and just drops him on the ground in a heap where he lays for a few moments.
"That was a good one!" he finally says as he starts to pick himself up off the ground once again. He wobbles a bit and he is breathing a bit heavily. Maybe he has less energy than most thought. He has been fighting for quite some time and given his style that isn't a good thing for him. He bends a bit at the knees and once again flings himself forward. This time aiming to drive a knee into Aranha and throw the other fighter off balance. "EL FUERTE......"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Aranha with El Fuerte Dynamite.
Grazing Hit
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Aranha 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 ElFuerte
"DYNAMITE!" he yells out loudly as he just turns into a flurry of punches and kicks. Most are wildly thrown and given his state of growing exhaustion he misses with a few swings even without effort of Aranha needing to get away. He finishes the flurry with one backwards flip kick aimed at the jaw of Aranha before staggering back several steps upon landing where he tries to regain his balance.
Aranha barely has a chance to stand up before he finds himself the recipient of a knee to the stomach knocking the wind out of him, however the capoeirista goes into damage control bobbing and weaving with strikes glancing off of him or outright missing. When the flip kick comes, Aranha dives low and forward past the flip kick with hands on the ground.
He then pushes himself back in the direction from which he came with an out stretched foot aimed for his center mass in the hopes of taking the fight out of him.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte dodges Aranha's Change-Up Kick.
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Aranha 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 ElFuerte
It has to be instinct. There is no other explanation as to how El Fuerte looks like he is knocked silly and yet still finds a way to keep out of the way of the incoming attack. Did he gather his wits just in time? Maybe it was pure luck. Either way that foot looks like it is going to land perfectly and suddenly Aranha finds himself striking air instead of luchador. If there was any wondering where he went Aranha will soon hear the somewhat slurred, but still excited voice of El Fuerte. "The Hurricane of the Gulf cannot be defeated today!"
Of course that remains to be seen. Right now it is more El Fuerte managing to find the strength to wrap his arms around Aranha firmly and then lift him upwards while falling back to drop the other fighter head and shoulders first onto the ground, delivering something on the lines of a release German suplex.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Aranha with Medium Throw.
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Aranha 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 ElFuerte
Aranha can't seem to find his mark against the slippery luchador, though on the other hand he seems to be holding back, trying to pace himself since he knows it would do no good to go all out against the luchador and then get himself gassed out fighting the next person. This isn't to say he doesn't regard El Fuerte as a threat. He does, after all he's managed to hurt the resilient capoeirista in spite of the fact that until he got a hold of the Dancing Spider for the German Suplex, he hadn't connected solidly with any of his shots.
The capoeirista groans as he picks himself off of the ground and then he dances in closer before dropping low with a scything kick towards the ankles and then lifting his body up as he balances on one hand to deliver a fast snap kick to the wrestler's head.
COMBATSYS: Aranha successfully hits ElFuerte with Light Kick.
- Power hit! -
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Aranha 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 ElFuerte
He managed to throw Aranha away nicely, but the luchador is a bit slow in recovering. Aranha manages to close in on him before El Fuerte even has time to move. Even more so the low kick tosses him off balance to where he can't recover put up a good defense for the follow up. That kick lands solidly and the luchador's neck snaps back as he gets lifted up off his feet and knocked back to splat onto the ground flat on his back.
His body kinda rebels against him for a few moments and as much as he wills himself it takes a moment before he can finally get to his feet. Even then he sort of slips back down and starts to fall again. Though he actually kicks his feet out and catches himself on his hands. With how muddy the ground is he manages to get some really good momentum as he pushes himself forward with both hands and he comes sliding right towards Aranha to take the man down.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Aranha with Calamari Slide.
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Aranha barely gets his feet on the ground before the fast luchador takes his feet from under him. With Aranha's inability to get away from the luchador and his difficulty in landing his own attacks, he's been pushed to the limits by someone who on paper he shouldn't be having that much trouble with due to the fact that he has been pacing himself for fighting more than one person in a row rather than fighting a one on one and it has changed his strategy immensely, it probably gave El Fuerte more opportunities than he would've had otherwise.
Aranha at this point is being forced to realize that he has to let loose now or else he won't even get to the second fighter. He raises himself from the ground and then tilts into a handstand. He then walks on his hands as he brings himself within kicking range and then his legs split open as he swings an arm around generating momentum for his feet to slap the luchador in the face.
COMBATSYS: Aranha successfully hits ElFuerte with Inverted Tornado.
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The luchador just keeps sliding for a bit more just because with the momentum it is hard to stop himself. He then is scrambling to his feet quickly as he turns about. It turns around just in time for his face to get smacked again and he staggers back several feet before tumbling over once again. "Not bad, amigo...." he mumbles somewhat incoherently just from being exhausted and also from having his facemeats beaten on so much this entire fight. Probably a good thing he wears as mask or else it would not be a pretty sight at this point.
He does a quick kip up and as he feels his adrenaline starting to fade and the soreness of his body overtake him the luchador just throws all his weight into things as he slings his body into Aranha while extending both a foot and a fist to impact first. Afterwards he lands and then promptly falls flat on his face.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Aranha dodges ElFuerte's Quesadilla Bomb.
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As foot and fist extend towards the Dancing Spider, he reaches out to the side then brings his other arm to swing around to the side providing the function of moving him just barely to the side and then continuing the spin pulling him just out of the way of the attack before tilting himself at an angle balancing his body on his elbow and then leaning out of that to go low to the ground with one leg extended before spinning back to his feet.
"I waited too long to really go after you. Hope I don't pay for that."
He then rolls his neck letting out an audible cracking noise as he waits for the next fighter up. He needs to let himself relax and calm down so he can at the very least, deal with this next opponent.
COMBATSYS: Aranha drops his guard to recover.
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COMBATSYS: Aranha takes no action.
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So, it comes down to this--Tizoc -finally- gets to fight in the King of Fighters tournament. Hey, it's not like it's his fault--Zangief and Fuerte are both pretty beastly, and so they have busted through the first around and most of the second without needing Tizoc's help. But the Griffon Mask is eager to fight. Even a good man can enjoy a scrap, and the King of Fighters promises to be a good one.
The Griffon Mask strides out into the rain, the brewing thunderstorm so appropriate to the occasion--and as the rain streams down his gleamingly-oiled skin, drips off the feathers of the headdress of his mask, the water makes the black hook of the beak look deadly-sharp.
"I mislike placing myself against an opponent already injured... but such are the rules of the tournament. So forgive me--and *have at you!* You face the Griffon Mask!!" Dramatically, he flings his cape off, and without preamble, he charges forward, looking to smash Aranha's face in with a big, heavy hook punch!
COMBATSYS: Tizoc has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Aranha dodges Tizoc's Strong Punch.
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Tizoc 0/-------/-------|=======\==-----\1 Aranha
"Hey. It is what is. It wouldn't be the first time I faced long odds like this." He shrugs a bit in an attempt to let Tizoc know that everything is alright as far as he's concerned. He takes a deep breath as he lets himself go into his battle dance, letting his body become loose as he sways to and fro.
That moment to relax did the capoeirista good as he seems to start this fight off with a flow he didn't quite have against El Fuerte. He moves forward as that hook comes in seeming as though he's going to go face first into the powerful punch but at the last moment the capoeirista bends over backwards under the punch as he lets the fist pass over him.
He then takes the momentum of the back bend and flips himself up and over lashing out with a strong kick to the back of the mask.
COMBATSYS: Aranha successfully hits Tizoc with Strong Kick.
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Tizoc 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Aranha
Tizoc stumbles forward, the impact to the back of his head forcing him into a few steps; fortunately, the mass of feathers lessens the blow somewhat, preventing a sharper impact. The man's mouth is not visible, thanks to the storm blocking light, but his voice is still strong. "Indeed. And I can see that you are not yet diminished..."
Turning, he approaches Aranha with a more cautious step. He is not overly familiar with Capoeira, but, judging from the man's movements, he'll be somewhat difficult to get a hand on. And that's Tizoc's forte.
All he can do is trust in himself--lunging forward slightly, looking to snatch Aranha up by the shoulder, and, lightning-fast, pull the Dancing Cyclone into a crushing hug, squeezing four times before turning and releasing Aranha to follow up with a heavy, piling boot to the upper chest.
COMBATSYS: Aranha blocks Tizoc's Gri-Hug.
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Tizoc 0/-------/-----==|=======\====---\1 Aranha
Aranha lands but he doesn't trust himself to get away from the wrestler's grip and so he chooses to weather the storm bringing up his forearms to his chest and pushing outwards as Tizoc squeezes the bejeesus out of him. When the wrestler finally releases, Aranha takes his opportunity to retreat by leaping up at the masked wrestler and flipping off of him as he moves to put some distance between them.
With a bit more room to work with, Aranha goes into a spin lashing out with a blue glowing hand as he releases a spider web of blue chi before chasing right after it.
COMBATSYS: Tizoc endures Aranha's Web Shot.
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Tizoc 0/-------/---====|=======\=====--\1 Aranha
Aranha is charging in? But so is Tizoc! The blue chis splashes across his chest, forcing him to falter--but not for long. "ORRAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" shouts the Griffon Mask, as he closes in on the Dancing Cyclone once more, rushing into that clash as only a hero can--fearlessly.
There is honor in the fight--not in winning or losing. Tizoc believes this to be true--whether he wins or loses, whether Aranha is superior in strength or skill or evenly matched or even inferior--the clash is all, and performing heroically is all that matters.
Tizoc's arms snap outwards, and he aims to take Aranha in his arms once more--and if he does, he'll change direction, abruptly, and launch himself upwards, spinning rapidly, inverting at the top to fall, spinning, with Aranha underneath him--his own version of the team leader's Spinning Piledriver.
Over the sound of the storm comes Tizoc's roaring cry: "JUSTICE.... HURRICAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!"
COMBATSYS: Aranha dodges Tizoc's Justice Hurricane EX.
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Tizoc 0/-------/---====|=======\=====--\1 Aranha
Aranha's eyes catch a few things that give him cause for concern. First there's the fact that Tizoc is practically barreling through his projectile. Then there's the fact that he can see that he's prepping to catch him with something vicious and putting effort into getting some extra speed. The last thing that concerns him is the fact that he seems to be running head long right into what seems to him like it'll be quite brutal.
The end result is Aranha cuts his charge short deciding that it's best if he loses this game of chicken with the wrestler and so he drops low under the grapple attempt as he goes into a split and then when all is safe again, rises back up to his feet and swings out a chi enhanced pimp slap from hell right across the side of the mask and then carries that momentum to whirl around with a spinning side kick right to the chest.
COMBATSYS: Tizoc blocks Aranha's Dead Man's Hand.
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Tizoc 0/-------/--=====|=======\====---\1 Aranha
Aranha's hand meets upraised forearm; likewise, spinning side kick meets the other forearm. The big wrestler -can- defend himself, it seems, when necessary; thrusting his forearms outwards, he pushes the limbs away, hoping to throw Aranha slightly off-balance, aiming to strike in the hoped-for opportunity.
Tizoc may be a face, not a heel, but he's also smart enough to use all the tools available to him; he steps forward and aims a sweeping elbow smash for Aranha's temple, a move that, despite Tizoc's hard elbow, is more of a stunning move than a damaging, serious attack.
That mask makes judging his expression difficult, but his movements speak of a total seriousness and dedication to the match--to the fight.
COMBATSYS: Aranha blocks Tizoc's Quick Punch.
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Tizoc 0/-------/-======|=======\=====--\1 Aranha
Aranha stays close in spite of the massive size difference between the two fighters and the fact that Tizoc's style works better when in close quarters with his opponent. Seeing the elbow come in, the capoeirista raises his forearm to intercept the attack as he rocks away from him to lessen the impact.
But just as quickly as he moved his upper body away he pushes back in with a with a precise front kick right at the griffon masked fighter's collar bone then delivering another one right to the ribs on the same side of him.
After those two kicks are delivered, he hops backwards and then returns to that dance. Ever shifting, ever moving.
COMBATSYS: Tizoc endures Aranha's Medium Kick.
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Tizoc 0/-------/=======|=======\=====--\1 Aranha
Once again, Tizoc finds himself moving forward. The kicks strike, but don't deter him; in the moment, he barely reacts to either, though the bruises they leave behind don't lie about what happened with those kicks--they hit. And Aranha's moving away, but Tizoc is clearly pursuing--lumberingly, as befits a man of his stature, but if he -can- get Aranha within arm range...
Then he'll grab for him, and that grab would result in... well. It would result in Aranha going on the same kind of trip as with the Justice Hurricane--almost. A crack of thunder and lightning hit just as Tizoc reaches, strobe-flashing the moment--if Tizoc snags Aranha, he will leap for the sky, but not spinning--no, that won't happen until he'd slam Aranha against a high branch, a thick limb of wood--and then they'd go spinning downwards, to land with Aranha on his back and Tizoc standing on it, all his formidable weight right on Aranha's chest, focused through those big-soled boots.
COMBATSYS: Aranha dodges Tizoc's Big Fall Griffon.
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Tizoc 0/-------/-------|=======\=====--\1 Aranha
Of all the things Aranha wanted Tizoc to do, charging through that attack was not quite ideal. It was however, an acceptable outcome for what he was attempting to achieve. Tizoc does get within arms reach however Aranha doesn't remain there for long. With a combination of intense speed and a bit of desperation, the capoeirista performs a diving baseball slide right between the wrestler's legs.
As Aranha rises out of the mud, he leaps back in, whirling around as he delivers glowing kick after glowing kick, whirling around like a tornado before suddenly changing directions as he delivers kicks from a variety of angles as he hopes to overwhelm the Griffin and bring himself closer to his objectives in this fight.
COMBATSYS: Tizoc endures Aranha's Royal Flush.
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Tizoc 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Aranha
And, lo, the Griffon Mask is laid low. But not quite. The storm of attacks does indeed trip his switch, but the circuits don't close instantly; staggered, aching, vision greying already, he makes one last grab for Aranha, seeking to.. well, okay, he's attempting to piledrive the man, again.
Ever an optimist, he believes that, no matter Aranha's speed or his own condition, he -can- succeed, in this--even if he can't finish off the wounded Aranha, he can do his best. It's all that he can ask of himself or of others, and that's all he's aiming to do.
One again, he reaches out--and if he does get his grip, well, the Justice Hurricane is already well-known... and regardless, he will collapse to one knee afterwards, defeated.
COMBATSYS: Tizoc can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Tizoc successfully hits Aranha with Justice Hurricane.
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Aranha 0/-------/-======|
Aranha tries to tap into that speed of his but the capoeirista finally gets maneuvered into a point where he can't quite get away from the bigger fighter. He goes up into the air and finds himself coming back down to earth in a dizzying spin before impacting bandana wearing head first into the muddy ground.
When he stands up he seems to be wobbily as if he's incredibly close to collapsing to the ground. He squeezes his eyes shut and then attempts to reorient himself and work through that dizziness caused the Justice Hurricane. After that he gets to work mentally readying himself to go up against the next opponent. The headache he's suffering through due to being driven to the ground head first will take a bit more time. He's still a bit unsteady as he moves towards his starting position and the poor man looks like he's about to throw up any minute.
COMBATSYS: Aranha drops his guard to recover.
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COMBATSYS: Aranha takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: R.Mika has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Aranha 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 R.Mika
Rainbow Mika has been lurking around the events. Okay, okay. Maybe not lurking so much as sitting atop a golf cart with a pair of binoculars, attempting to catch sight of her hero: Zangief!
The problem is that Ms. Harmageddon has been keeping them about a fight behind unless she's going to be called on... and no one's needed Rainbow Mika as of yet. The blonde pig-tailed girl doesn't mind though. She's kept to her strict training schedule, and she's getting to see plenty of new and exciting places! Woo HOO! Even though she missed some massive destruction on the part of the Red Cyclone.
That's why she's stolen the golf cart today, and made it to the match. Watching her fanboy El Fuerte drop, then Tizoc. Now she's peering around for Zangief. She waits just long enough for Tizoc to fall to his knees before she's running over. "OoOoOh! Me-me-me! My turrrrn!"
She's quickly announced, much to the surprise of the Engrish announcer. Then she's rushing toward Aranha. "YOU ARE NO MATCH FOR ME, WRIGGLING SPIDER!" So she got the name wrong, so what? As she reaches him she quickly twists around and hops at him butt first in an attempt to knock him to the ground.
COMBATSYS: R.Mika successfully hits Aranha with Shooting Peach.
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Aranha 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 R.Mika
Aranha had no idea who the next opponent was going to be but he had fought the remaining two members of the team and both were known quantities to him. Truth be told, if he had to choose which of the two he had to face, it would be Rainbow Mika. Even still, he knew this fight would be an uphill battle.
When he sees that Mika is coming in to fight, the capoeirista looks slightly more at ease(still not at ease at all). He begins to sway and dance as announcements are made and then when he sees her charge and then turn around his eyes go wide. "Oh fu..."
He brings his arms up to stop the ass train but he gets nailed in the chest and rammed to the ground. He then stands up with mud dripping off of him as he lets out an indignant battle cry of, "WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH ALL THESE UNDERAGED GIRLS THROWING THEIR ASSES AT ME!?!?"
He then whirls around whipping a glowing blue chi roundhouse kick to the head followed by likewise chi enhanced spinning jump kick delivered to the same location of the side of the head before turning around flipping backwards so he can drive a final chi engulfed kick down on the top of her head.
COMBATSYS: R.Mika blocks Aranha's Aggressive Dance.
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Aranha 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 R.Mika
Surprise attack for the win! Rainbow Mika gets up, rubbing at her rear end. "HAHA! NOW YOU ARE THE MUDDY SPIDER! I PROMISE I WON'T SQUISH YOU TOO BAD!" She squishes some of the mud out of her right pigtail, then catches sight of the blue energy kick coming at her.
"GAH!" Her arms go up to protect her head, but the kicks send her sliding back a few steps. "OwowOW! YOU'VE MUDDIED MY HAIR!"
Now, Rainbow Mika is by far not an extremely vain girl. Still, mud is not something fun to wash out of long blonde tresses. She tries to twist and shift, and get behind Aranha so that she can lock him up in a choke hold. "I'D MAKE YOU EAT THAT MUD TOO BUT I'M NOT A HEEL!"
COMBATSYS: Aranha dodges R.Mika's Choke Hold.
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Aranha 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 R.Mika
Now that Aranha has gotten his mini rant out of his system, he's ready to return to business but not without reply to wrestler's taunts. "Haven't you been paying attention? I was already muddy thanks to both of your team mates. You're a little late."
He then waits for the female wrestler to make her move and just as she moves to grab him, Aranha shows that he has no such vanity stopping him from getting down and dirty. He drops low to the ground and then pushes out so he slides backwards between Rainbow Mika's legs and then performing a back handspring to create some distance between them.
Then he does something relatively uncharacteristic of him. He stops to catch a breath when normally his style of capoeira is focused on constant pressure and encouraging his opponents to make mistakes. Evidently taking on both El Fuerte and Tizoc has taken its toll on him and he's not able to keep his usual pace.
COMBATSYS: Aranha gains composure.
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Aranha 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 R.Mika
"O-oh, yes, well! Doesn't matter! I made you muddy too and I'm who counts right now!" Rainbow Mika tries to squish out more of the mud, since her hair is now spattered with it quite prolifically.
"NNNGH! YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THAT ONE!"
Rushing toward Aranha again she lashes out both arms in order to grab him. Her body shifts upward so that she can slam the weight of her hips against his torso as she drops him.
COMBATSYS: Aranha blocks R.Mika's Hip Buster.
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Aranha 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 R.Mika
This time, Aranha is more prepared for the incoming assault of Rainbow Mika bringing up a hand to swat away one of the hands to keep her from getting a solid grip on him and then when she thrusts her hip at him, he side steps with her hip just barely glancing off of him. The end result is a less than ideal throw which then enables Aranha to swing his body around so that he lands on his feet.
He doesn't stay still for long, the little break taken for catching his breath is all that was needed for him to get back into the flow of things and he pushes himself forward thrusting a knee right for her abdomen.
COMBATSYS: Aranha successfully hits R.Mika with Strong Kick.
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Aranha 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0 R.Mika
Mud is making him too slippery. That's the story Rainbow Mika is going to stick to if anyone asks. She's never been the type of girl to run into a mud pit and do some wrestling, but maybe, just //MAYBE// she's going to need to start doing something of the sort so that she's used to this type of event in the future. When he slips away again? Well she stomps her foot and tries to calculate what he's going to do. Starting to roll herself to the side to avoid an onslaught of kicks, she's //surprised// when the knee comes crashing into her abdomen. "AUUUUUUGH! AIIIIEEEEEEE!"
Down she goes. To make matters worse, she rolls several yards away until she winds up on her butt with her legs splayed in front of her.
Kipping up to her feet she //glares// at Aranha from beneath her muddy mask. Maybe she needs to do something unexpected. Maybe she needs to... yes! This time she doesn't rush at him. This time she wanders back toward him, looking like she's going to go for another grapple attempt. Instead she makes a grab for his waist to simply hoist him above her head and twirl around a few times in the mud before flinging him.
COMBATSYS: R.Mika successfully hits Aranha with Medium Throw.
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Aranha 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\0 R.Mika
While the whole not rushing thing was different from the strategy she used in both this and their previous fights she otherwise does what he expects for her to do. Try to grab him. He's not surprised by what she does so much as how much success she has in doing so.
He get hoisted up, treated like Will in the introduction of Fresh Prince of Bel Air and then is bodily launched and ends up sliding across ground before struggling to get back to his feet and the comeback of the Rogue is put to a screeching halt, however there will be talk of how he managed to fight long odds to get to this point.
He wobbles as he continues to make his way towards the muddied masked wrestler and then upon reaching kicking range, he proceeds to spin delivering chi enhanced kick after chi enchanced kick spinning around like a whirling dervish as he attempts to bring massive amounts of pain down upon Rainbow Mika with the combination that had taken down her previous team mate. When he gets to the spinning handstand kicks, he topples over unable to get back to his feet again.
COMBATSYS: Aranha can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: R.Mika blocks Aranha's Royal Flush.
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R.Mika 1/-----==/=======|
She flung him? She... //flung// him!!
Rainbow Mika can't help but jump up and cheer for herself when she finally manages to send him flying once more. "AT LEAST I DIDN'T SQUISH YOU, SPIDER-BOY!" But the cheering is cut short as he comes back at her with more of that energy kickage comes her way. Her arms come up to keep her head and body from being decimated. She braces for the oncoming barrage of kicks and winces as each one crashes against her carefully guarded body.
When the kickings stop, she slides forward in the mud and nudges his body with her boot to make sure he's not getting up.
"YES! NOW I CAN GO FIND ZANGIEF!"
She's about to wander off when someone calls to her about sticking around to be cheered, and as she twists to answer them she finds herself falling backward into the mud. "GAH! I WILL SEE YOU ONE OF THESE DAYS ZANGIEF! BE PROUD OF ME!"
COMBATSYS: R.Mika has ended the fight here.
Log created on 13:27:17 04/09/2011 by Varvara, and last modified on 11:59:07 04/26/2011.