Description: Kain is desperate enough to ask Vega, of all people, for help with the Orochi rage consuming him. Oh, Vega knows how to expel the power...A MIGHTY ASS WHOOPING. Unfortunately, the Psycho Master is the one on the receiving end, but everything works out anyway. Kain owes Vega for life, and the debtor will apparently only be appears with Geese's head on a pike.
Kain R. Heinlein is not in a good mood. This isn't unusual, but normally he's able to do a much better job of hiding it. An extremely powerful supernatural force gnawing away at his soul makes that rather more difficult, however. Goenitz's plan has worked quite well so far. Kain is powerful enough to be dangerous, but now he's effectively co-opted for Orochi's side. Even then, Kain's personal power is probably enough to throw off the shackles Goenitz has placed on him, but there's the genius of the plan. Kain is a man with a lot of anger. Working past the Orochi power takes concentration. But the power makes it harder for him to contain his temper, and supplies him with even more rage to begin with. After much effort, Kain has come to the conclusion that he's going to need some outside help.
This galls him... and it's also not easy to arrange. The assistance he needs is difficult to come by, and there's only two sources of aid that would seem likely to be sufficient. And while NESTS might be able to help, it would likely require some permanent modifications, and probably lots of metal bits stuck into Kain's head. Of course, the alternative has its own drawbacks. You have to be pretty desperate to turn to Vega for help.
Luckily for Kain, he's on moderately good terms with Vega. About as good terms as anyone who isn't in the position of 'servant'. That still doesn't mean he's in a good situation, but at least Vega has agreed to meet with him. It remains to be seen if that is a good thing. Making it to the appointed location isn't particularly difficult for Kain, but he still looks haggard. Moreso then the trip to this spot out in the jungle can account for. Although the thin beard is something he's allowed to grow on purpose, to make himself look less recognizable, the dark circles under his eyes are not something he set out to achieve. His darkened skin tone and paled hair are also a pretty clear indication that something is up. He probably hasn't been spending a lot of time at a tanning salon. Rather than one of his usual suits he's wearing a black shirt and pants, although in deference to the fact that there's no fooling Vega (and the jungle heat) he's not wearing anything over his face.
As a show of good faith, the Great and Generous Lord Vega has even seen fit to give Kain proper accomodations for his trip. No skanky, crowded cargo planes for Mister Heinlein, oh no...
When Vega had first been informed of Kain's desire--his need--the Psycho Master had simply brushed the subject off. After all, being a previous ally means nothing. Needs and situations change, and there is no room in the dark man's heart for things such as...comradery or mercy. But then, reports had started coming in about the Southtown master's brother-in-law skulking around, trying to stir up his men. In the end, his irritation at Geese for not having the good sense to stay dead had overpowered his indifference about Kain's plight.
So yes, accomodations. There was no choice, of course. If Kain was to receive any help, he would have to visit on his terms. A private jet--supersonic, of course--to carry him around the Chinese mainland. Drinks, food, entertainment (two-legged or otherwise), there for his amusement. A flight of decadence, no doubt marred greatly by such...rage. Or, perhaps as an insult to the man's view of people in general. It's difficult to tell whether the man is showing off or simply trying to drive home the point that Vega himself is, as ever, the man holding all of the cards...
Thankfully, the cockpit and hull of the craft are exceedingly well-protected; they have to be, given its owner's tendancy to decimate things in his own fits of rage. So then, it's with a knowing grin stretched from cheek to cheek that the Shadaloo Lord himself greets his visitor. Standing with his arms folded behind him, cloak resting in the arms of one of the many Dolls that stick beside and behind him, his hat impeccably placed despite the air kicked up by the landing craft... He can feel the rage seething in Kain's soul. Simply basking in such anger is, for him, like sampling from the finest wine.
"You look good," he says, wasting no time in picking at the man before him. "...Considering."
Normally this is a game that Kain would have little trouble playing. Trying to get him angry usually takes a bit more than words, unless Geese is involved or they're about his sister. At present, however, he's much more susceptible to needling. Still, it's just a tiny blip against the background noise of the rage that is, for now, being held in check.
But Vega would probably be happy to know that his presence is one of the few things that's still capable of cutting through that anger. Kain doesn't fear Vega like most people do, but he does have a healthy respect for the man's power. And although the rage from Orochi comes with an enhancement to his powers, Kain knows that attacking Vega without being able to think clearly is unlikely to end well.
And so Kain just grits his teeth for a moment before nodding to Vega. "For now." Unfortunately, it won't last. Sooner or later Goenitz will call on him again, and attempting to ignore the summons has consequences. Yet another reason for wanting to throw off the priest's 'gift'.
Not to mention the fact that, really, Kain is in the presence of a man who is almost literally rage personified. No, that's not exactly true... He's more of a Pandora's Box that somebody had forgotten to place some Hope into.
The curt response is not as venonmous as he'd have expected; not from somebody so thoroughly-entranced in this 'Orochi' madness that's been a global nuisance. Vega flares his nostrils and puffs out a small snort, his brows furrowing. Turning on his heel, it might be an odd things to see the girls about him move so fluidly, to make room for him to walk into one of the bunker-link protrusions in the ground. The area still looks very much war-torn, like he hadn't bothered to repair much of it since the massive attack on his base so long ago. "Come," he says as he moves away, a hand lifted in a "follow me" gesture. The tone is very much an order...but very rarely has it ever been anything but. The Dolls stay behind, their eyes ever on Kain, watchful just in case he DOES lose himself for a moment and do something...stupid.
As the blonde man is led deep into the facility, it's obvious that the base is still very much alive. Brilliant, shiny new panels abound, repairs made over the whole first level. Below that, however, it seems that nothing has been touched. The walls carry a bit of age, only told by the myriad streaks from abrasive cleaning, work that's long since taken the steel's luster away in favor of a dull, worn surface. The elevator doesn't show overmuch; just a brief flash of training rooms full of soldiers, or perhaps a view of prison rows. It's hard to really tell what's inside as the scene flashes up and out of sight in a second.
When the elevator finally comes to a stop, its doors open with a hydraulic hiss. How deep in the earth are they? Judging from the speed of it and the time that's passed, it would not be a stretch to think that Kain, his host, and his Dolls are at least twenty thousand feet beneath the surface. The depth lends a chill to the man's throne room, currently free of all but his solitary metal throne itself and the arrays of monitors set up on every wall--all of which, currently, are off.
Vega's heels click upon the steel floor, and when he reaches his seat, turns and sits with the grace of a king. His arms sit casually on the armrests, and he himself leans back and slightly to the side. A hand lifts, flippantly gesturing in Kain's direction. "Now...make yourself comfortable." ... On /what/, exactly?
Under normal circumstances, Kain would probably be makin mental notes of everything he sees. It's not that he has any plans for assaulting Vega's lair, or a reason why it might be useful; you just never know how it might come in handy someday. Today, though, Kain is more inwardly focused. Occasional flashes of movement as they go past catch his eye, but it's not because he's interested in them. He's just a bit... twitchy.
He glances around the throne room as Vega settles himself in, and there's a slight tic around Kain's eye at Vega's little joke. Heinlein adopts a loose posture, suited toward simply standing in one place for a while, rather than ask about seating arrangements. Or at least he tries to. Relaxing is not a very easy thing at the moment. Neither is being patient, which is part of what has made this whole process so difficult.
Heinlein grits his teeth again, starting to glare at Vega now. "If you don't mind, I'd like to get on with this." He'll owe Vega for this, and they both know it. But that doesn't mean Kain has to feel /grateful/.
Indeed, is it not such a wonderful display? To take Kain this deep into his base shows that he's not afraid of whatever the man sees. There is neither fear nor apprehension, which is to say absolutely nothing of worry. Let him see what he wants. Let him remember. Let him plot another day, if he so desires. It's just a show...and to hear Kain's ire, to feel it, makes it all the better.
At the short response, however, Vega lifts both hands, steepling his fingers. The giant, thick digits then fold themselves betwixt one another, forming on supremely meaty joining of half-fists. "Well then, I'll be frank. Keeping you where you are is...well, beneficial." Unbidden, one of the dolls brings forth a lush footrest, capped with an overstuffed, rectangular pillow. The covering looks shiny and expensive, like silk...and it's set right beneath Vega's feet, the girls lifting them up for him before gently easing the dirty boots onto the now-sullied fabric. "Your brother-in-law is a pest that overreaches his tiny grasp." The Lord's hands separate, now curling over the edges of his armrests. The Dolls, again, slink back to the side, standing and watching the exchange attentively.
"Therefore, I /may/ be willing to lend you my assistance..." The words linger in there air; the 'but' can simply not be implied more heavily.
Kain bites back a retort about not needing Vega's approval. In point of fact, it's actually a quite useful thing to have. For one, it means Vega won't be trying to kill you. For now. And there's few things that can dampen Kain's anger right now, but knowing that Geese is lining himself up for the world of trouble that comes from irritating Vega, well, that's almost enough to put a smile on Kain's face.
Almost. "If your price for this involves giving Geese what he deserves, I'll gladly pay it." Not the best negotiating strategy, perhaps, to lay out cards so quickly as that, but Kain is having a great deal of trouble being patient. And now having let his mind dwell on Geese for a bit, the anger is coming back. Faster and stronger. The man is at the root of Kain's natural hatred, and it feeds the Orochi rage.
"Don't misunderstand." The look of amusement on Vega's case is suddenly gone. His mouth once again takes on the nature of a powerful frown and his pale eyes narrow slightly. "I'm not going to lend a hand in taking care of your family affairs." In fact, the very idea makes itself seem as though the possibility never once crossed the man's mind! "I have far more important things to do than babysit your sister's trash." Brave words, but they also tell how little the Lord apparently thinks of the reincarnated fool.
His posture improves as his feet pull off of the footrest, pressing firmly on the floor. The man eases himself out of his throne in a manner so effortless as to make it seem like he's proving that even gravity itself is below his notice; why would a single man command more interest? He starts to walk once more, pacing over toward one of his monitor arrays. When he comes to a stop, he rests a hand on the plastic face, picking off some insubtantial fragment of scraped material.
"In exchange for helping you, yes...I expect you to put that little irritant down for good." He pauses, both hands pulling behind the small of his back. His face bears a wide grin, lips just short of parting as he takes measured, slow steps ever closer. "Of course, I would also expect you to turn the other cheek next time you find some of my...toys in your little playground."
'Sister' and 'trash' in the same sentence is almost enough for Kain to lose it right then and there. His eyes widen, his lips curl into a snarl and his hands ball into fists, to say nothing of the sudden surge of power flooding into the room. But then Kain slaps a hand over his temple, grunting with the effort of reining himself in. And even with his brain having had time to actually process Vega's statement, he's still not happy about it.
But he does seem to be holding on, if just barely. He keeps his hand where it is, partially covering one eye. "That..." He pauses for a moment, taking a breath. "...that won't be a problem." Really, it wouldn't have been a big problem last time, if Kain had known in advance who it was that was behind it. It's mostly a matter of not knowing what is going on that's dangerous.
Ah, how much wider can that grin grow? His mouth is already stretched so far, and now his perfect, pearly teeth are showing. It's very obvious that he's taking pleasure in seeing Kain struggle like this...and the seething rage is so intoxicating! As he stands in front of Kain, his body seems taller than it really is. Indeed, his form is bulkier than it should be, even starting to waver at the edges as though his shell is more of an artist's suggestion than a physical thing. The room is always a bit cold, but it's quickly filling with a pervasive chill that constantly beats itself against the heat of Kain's anger, like a veil of darkness striving to snuff the flame.
"Very well." There's a moment's pause before he adds, "And after we've dealt with the implants, you should be in a state of mind more conducive to sharing exactly who has left you in this sorry state." Implants? He said nothing of implants. For the dark Master to just assume that Kain would go along with it...is he overestimating the depths of his desperation?
"Implants!? You-!" If he were able to think clearly, it might cross Kain's mind that Vega just wants to see exactly what has been done to Kain. After all, anybody who could get the better of Kain does have to be a serious power, and a potential irritation for Vega. Of course, Kain would quite happily share what he knows, if he could do it without ending up frothing at the mouth.
But instead what's crossing Kain's mind is a wall of red. And he might be desperate, but he's not /that/ desperate. But what he is right now is angry. He's been growing angrier and angrier, and now he's been pushed past his limit. A shockwave flares outward from Kain as black flame suddenly begins billowing out all over his body. Some of the Dolls are probably knocked off their feet, and it might not be good for the monitors. It's probably of greater concern, however, that Kain's eyes are now glowing blue, and he's leaping toward Vega with a wordless snarl, clawing at him with one flame-shrouded hand.
COMBATSYS: Kain has started a fight here.
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Kain 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Kain can no longer hold back his Rage!
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Kain [E] 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Vega has joined the fight here.
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Kain [E] 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Vega
COMBATSYS: Kain successfully hits Vega with Strong Punch.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Kain [E] 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Vega
Needless to say, Vega deserves every bit of retaliation. Oh, he doesn't think he does, of course; he's simply enjoying himself at Kain's expense. Pushing buttons. Helping himself to take and take and take as he wishes.
To say that he is unprepared for the sudden outburst would be a grave understatement.
Here in his throne room, Vega apparently has nothing to fear. Miles of soldiers, turrets, walls, lasers, and assassins separate the blonde chi bomb from the Earth's surface. To escape from such a facility would be impossible for the best spies--he is sure that even Orochi himself would be hard-pressed to make his way through. It's the single most well-protected shelter that Shadaloo has ever built...and its owner has apparently had half of his face clawed off in its very bowels.
Shreds of flesh stick to Kain's fingers, but are quickly charred into soot. The flames have, thankfully, cauterized the wounds, but the damage is already dire. His cheeks have been split completely, showing teeth and gums all the way to his jaw's hinges. Vega's nose? Completely gone, eyes ruptured and the flesh burnt black like some sort of blindfold. The single strike reduces the Lord's face to something not unlike a skeleton's visage, albeit one completely capable of howling in a sudden fit of pain and rage as he staggers back. If Kain's anger has manifested in blue flame, Vega's own matches it in a violet hue. Fire-like plumes lick out at the air from his form, obscuring his flesh and clothing in a transluscent purple haze. "YOU... YOU DARE...!" He struggles to find the words, so shocked and insulted is he. But he needs no ideas to know where the man is standing. He needs no nose to sniff him out. His head turns directly in the Orochi-tainted fiend's direction, his teeth grinding against one another. Like a wounded beast found in a corner, his hunched posture is just coiling, waiting to lash out.
When he does, it's a frenzy of motion! A hand reaches out to grasp at Kain's face, searing with corrosive, dark power. So gripped, the throne room is sure to suffer no small number of smashed displays as the Shadaloo Master sees fit to swing Kain's body against whatever surface he can find like some sort of child's doll.
COMBATSYS: Kain blocks Vega's Fierce Combo.
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Kain [E] 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Vega
If Kain even hears the verbal expression of Vega's own rage, he doesn't appear to pay it any heed. For all his snarling in response he might as well just be an animal. A very, very dangerous animal. But it appears that his berserk rage hasn't cost him all of his cunning. An arm gets in the way of Vega's grasp for his face; of course, it still provides leverage. Kain gets swung around, smashing into surfaces, but he's digging into Vega's arm with the fingers of his free hand and holding his back so as to lessen some of the impact.
Being shaken around does make it hard to counterattack, even with the rage fueling him, but eventually Kain's eyes settle on a target. His free hand lashes out, attempting to grab onto Vega's throat. His fingers dig in, while waves of flame roil outward to engulf the Shadaloo master's face. Apparently Kain has given up on attempting to free his arm... the chance to do damage can't be passed up.
COMBATSYS: Kain successfully hits Vega with Schwarze Schleife.
~ Cruel hit! ~
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Kain [E] 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Vega
The man is going to be like some sort of headless horseman before long! Vega's head just ignites outright, flesh searing to the point that the skin bubbles and tears away in places. His hat, his prized crown, disintegrates in a mere moment while his slicked hair helps to feed the flames.
Needless to say, Kain is released immediately, flung as far away as he can possibly be! And yet, the Dolls do nothing to help. Though the less-emotionally-deadened of them show some concern of their most important figure being wrecked as he is, their faith holds them back...or perhaps the knowledge that even if they were to try, they'd be rebuked for intruding upon their master's vengeance. Servitude is a strange thing, indeed...
"MISERABLE, RECKLESS MAGGOT! This is the way you seek help, is it?! The only man capable of secluding your taint, and you spit upon my generosity!" He speaks so boldly on the other side of the room! He pants and huffs in his endless fury, hunched over with muscles steeled and his fingers curled upward like claws before him. He doesn't move an inch, but he can be felt closer than ever. It's as though the entire throne room is filling with his presence, no inch of the room free of the sensation that he's before Kain, upon him, violating personal space and exuding such an awful anger that would easily rival that of the godling's gift that's driven Heinlein nearly insane...
Or, at least, it would on most days. At the moment, Vega's power must feel rather impotent in comparison, what with missing most of his face and the fact that his head is still ablaze.
COMBATSYS: Vega gathers his will.
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Kain [E] 1/-------/=======|=======\====---\1 Vega
As he's flung away, Kain lands in a skidding crouch, ending up on all fours. He glares at Vega, still baring his teeth, and without showing any signs of noticing the other man's ranting. If he was in his right mind, even Kain would feel some intimidation, here in Vega's place of power with the psycho power user's own rage unleashed, but Kain's rage is being fed by a power even greater than both of them.
He rises to a standing position with a movement almost like a puppet on strings, and then his back arches and his finger curl into claws as he lets loose with a scream of wordless rage that rebounds off the walls. And it's unclear if he's even capable of focusing on Vega now. Without the dictator right in his face, Kain's rage seems to lose focus. But not potency. He begins flailing about, bursts of flame flying about the room in apparently random directions. And while the Dolls may not seek to join the fight, they might be wise to duck for cover.
COMBATSYS: Kain takes no action.
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Kain [E] 1/------=/=======|=======\====---\1 Vega
Cover? In this room, there is no cover. There is nothing but bodies and the throne...and the latter will not protect anybody. And yet, the Dolls have managed to escape, somehow. Hidden panels? Access hatches? However they did it, there's now nobody left but the two men. As their auras compete for dominance, displays crackle and shatter under the strain, electronics frying underneath their steel panels. No one in their right mind would be anywhere near the throne room right now...and in fact, giant doors slam shut over the normal doors, with giant rods slamming across them. Nobody enters. Nobody leaves. Nobody will hear the screams. Nobody will help. This is now, truly, a deadly exchange between two terrible, murderous entities.
"You really have lost yourself, you unworthy little man." Vega himself stands up straight, his fist clenched, balled and held up before him. "Embrace the rage! Tame it! Conquer it!" He mentally "watches" as the man makes no motion to move closer, simply lashing out without direction. Without purpose. The "sight" would bring a deep frown to the dictator, had he still proper lips to frown WITH. Very well. If Kain is so inept as to let himself be buried under just a shred of some would-be diety's power, the best way to quell its clamor will be to drown it. Again, the bulkier man hunches down, but now he's quiet. The violet aura about him darkens considerably, filling the air with a black shadow of pure malice. It creeps ever closer, filling every nook and cranny, surrounding Kain and encroaching upon his space. Vega's form can scarcely be seen--hell, little can actually be seen anymore, not through the blackness and red haze of fury. If he's not careful, the darkness will fully engulf him, will slip into his mind and unhinge whatever measely locks still manage to maintain their grasp on Kain's humanity, his seeking to sever the last of his resistance to Orochi's hold...and once laid bare, he intends to smother the inferior power like a baby in the bath. The fact that Kain may simply splatter against the highly-enforced door is simply icing on the cake.
COMBATSYS: Kain blocks Vega's Final Psycho Crusher+.
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Kain [E] 1/----===/=======|=------\-------\0 Vega
Undirect as Kain's rage may be at the moment, he's still able to detect a threat. When the surge of power from Vega comes racing toward him, his own flames begin focusing on the point of impact. And when Vega strikes... everything goes black. If anyone was still in the room to watch they wouldn't see much but solid darkness, assuming they could avoid being blasted to ash for long enough to observe it.
And when the darkness fades to the point where the two men can see each other with mere eyes once again, Kain is still on his feet... but that much Psycho Power seems to have done /something/. Flame is still billowing out from Kain's body, and his eyes are still glowing blue, but he's twitching and jerking now. He puts both hands to his temples, throwing back his head for another scream, this time of both anger and pain.
The plan Kain had been /hoping/ for was some way to suppress the Orochi power will he worked to throw it off. But apparently hitting it with another power, one it can't properly handle, seems to be another possibility. He screams again, but this time he seems to have two voices. His regular voice, and another one that seems to be felt more than heard. And then Kain's normal voice can be heard again, managing to actually form words. "ENOUGH!" And then with a massive effort he summons up all the chi he can muster to purge the Orochi taint from himself. But all that Orochi power has to go somewhere, and it's not likely to be good for anybody in the room.
COMBATSYS: Vega endures Kain's Himmlischer Atem!
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Kain [E] 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Vega
Good? Good is subjective. If one wants to maintain the general layout of the human body, then suffering the raw Orochi power is quite terrible. If one wants to experience it, to learn its nature...well, there there could be nothing better than diving into it wholeheartedly, to maintain one's self in the sea of power that has apparently toppled lesser men. The damage to Vega's body is unimportant. His flesh boils, his blood burns, and organs rupture, everything super-heated to the point that steam pours from his very pores. Not a single inch of surface area within ten feet of him is left unmarred, blackened or burnt, yet amazingly not melted. The throne room's plating is made to contain the Master's temper and so much more, by the look of it.
And though he has his mouth, Vega does not scream.
Not an inch does he move as the wave of power washes over him, enveloping him, coating him in its fiery embrace. By the time the flames have eaten their filla nd die down, the man is many times thinner than he was, blood sealed in the myriad cauterized wounds, great chunks of muscle just eaten away, bones and sinew exposed in places. By all rights, he should not be standing. He should not be LIVING. He simply lacks the muscle needed to remain upright, yet it's through his sheer force of mental will that the flesh does not topple.
"Aaah... So, that's what it..." He hasn't enough of a face left to convey any emotions, so the realization he must have found is a puzzle. Turning and literally floating toward one of the far walls, he's presented with the sliding of panels and the revelation of a short, straight hallway beyond. The door at the far end is tightly closed, yet massive--even more so than any door seen in the facility yet. "If you have any rage left to spend, I suggest you vent it quickly. We have little time to mess with your tantrums for much longer." He speaks directly into Kain's mind, now able through the exertion of his attack, if only for the span of a few seconds. The words linger as he disappears into the hallway, the panels slamming shut behind him. While sturdy beyond mortal means, he is by no means immortal...if he isn't in his tank this instant, there will be no more Vega. Most people would think this the greatest gift the world could ever desire. Well, they had better be prepared to suffer the likes of Orochi alone.
COMBATSYS: Vega takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Vega can no longer fight.
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Kain [E] 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Kain successfully hits Kain with Himmlischer Atem.
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Kain [E] 0/-------/-======|
And was the wild energy lashes out across the room, the flames around Kain slowly wink out and the glow in his eyes fades. His hair and skin have returned to their normal shades. For a moment it looks like he escaped relatively unscathed, although a bit pale. Then he coughs, and there's a red spatter. He collapses to his knees, then just barely catches himself on one hand before completely slumping to the floor.
It hurts. It hurts a lot. His mind, and the inside of his body, feel much like how Vega looks on the outside. But that's unimportant compared to the fact that he feels in /control/ again. Chances are that Goenitz has some way of knowing this has happened... Kain wouldn't put it past him. So trying to pull a fast one on him would be inadvisable. But also, Kain won't be caught be surprise again. And he definitely owes the priest some payback for this. After some time spent recuperating somewhere /very/ secluded. He wipes a hand across his face, which proves pointless as a moment later he coughs up some more blood. In a while he'll be able to stand on his own, but for now he can just sit here. Time he can spend dwelling on just how much he owes Vega now.
COMBATSYS: Kain has ended the fight here.
Log created on 18:31:28 05/09/2011 by Vega, and last modified on 22:27:09 05/09/2011.