Description: Sagat has been investigating further into the cult and the strange entity behind it. This has led him to find out about the mysterious Ash Crimson which apparently knows quite a bit about said entity. Will Sagat get the answers he seeks?
Things have not been pretty as of late. Many months ago Sagat and Gen had talked about how things were going to take a turn for the worse. An evil was starting to make itself known. One that might even be more powerful than the likes of people such as Kain, Geese, and Vega. One that might turn the world upside down and make it more chaotic than ever. That is when Sagat made a decision. To find a way to get himself free by possibly setting Vega against this evil and having them destroy one another.
So far that plan just doesn't seem to be working well. Sagat himself has been caught up having to compete in the King of Fighters tournament which keeps him under close observation when among his so called 'team mates'. It is the down time when he can manage to try and figure things out and try to discover just what is going on in the world. Finally after some digging he has gotten something of a lead. An enigmatic Frenchman that was in the tournament, but was dispatched early on.
Ash Crimson was the name of said fighter. One that might know some information as to what is going on and even if not that supposedly he might have some interesting powers that Sagat wishes to find out about. That is why he dispatched a message for Ash to meet him up on the rooftoop of the designated building which the large Muay Thai fighter stands right now. His arms are crossed and his single eye closed as he waits, almost looking like a massive gargoyle standing on the edge of the building waiting for its prey.
Kain, Geese and Vega... Was Sagat's world truly so small?
Ash Crimson, on the other hand, had a far broader view from the very beginning. He knew all along that those three were not the limit of evil, understanding what's to come. By now, all should feel it, even the slow and dim.
But is Orochi 'evil', as the Muay Thai champion and old Gen suspect? According to the Frenchman and ancient legends, Orochi is the wrath of nature, and seeks to eliminate humanity. Humanity, the virus plaguing the Earth...
Oh wait, Ash doesn't care. Well! Moving along, then!
After moping and doing other things (various mysterious Frenchman things), he received a letter of little interest; there was a time, a place and a person for him to meet... The flamewielder packed his bags only because he's never been to Liverpool before, and decided on a change of pace to get away from Elisabeth and Shen for a while. He has no intentions to interact with whoever this 'Sagat' person is.
However, fate has lead him there anyway.
Ash doesn't remember the building mentioned, the date or even the time... He just went for a walk, and walked and walked, wherever his feet felt like taking him, before coming across an intriguing sight: A large man standing near the edge of a building. Quite a few people have gathered on the street, pointing up at the bald emperor of Muay Thai, mistaking him for a jumper.
With nothing better to do, the flamboyant, flippant French flamewielding Ash took it upon himself to wander up and see whether or not he felt like doing anything to help - maybe talk him out of it. Slipping through the doorway onto the rooftop, silently closing the steel door behind himself, he gently fingers his generously-curved chin. They're so wrong.
The lean young man clears his throat, and speaks in a lazy, but musical tone of voice, "Monsieur, it appears you're worrying those people below. They think you're going to meet an unfortunate demise." He also sounds amused, because standing this far away and seeing the size of this man - it confirms that Sagat isn't going to be leaping to his death or anything. He doesn't look like the type.
What a bother.
Of all the things the date and location were at least correct. The time is several hours passed when Sagat had wanted to meet up with Ash. It just made him feel more irritated as each hour passed. Even the weather seemed to be affected by his mood. It was a nice evening out, but as time passed by the wind started to pick up and there was thunder heard in the distance. If only it were something simple like bad storms. Something much worse was brewing and Sagat had no idea.
The voice he hears causes the single eye to open and Sagat slowly turns about. The eye narrows some and he looks over Ash as if trying to guess if this really is who he was seeking. He certainly didn't look like much. "It is about time. I didn't think you would ever show." he says as he steps away from the ledge and closer to Ash. The man certainly doesn't seem intimidated so maybe his reports were right. Despite looking like a lazy lout that cares more about how he dresses than how events unfold he must really possess some skill. Of course Sagat is right in guessing Ash is a lazy lout that cares about he dresses more than current events. He might find that out soon enough.
"There are many fighters obviously, but few usually show an ability that truely makes them unique. Even rarer when they manage to fly under the radar." he comments as as he uncrosses his arms and rubs at his chin with a hand in thought. "But I wonder. Just how unique is it? I could perhaps use your talents if you actually are useful."
It is... About time? Ash realises, as Sagat speaks, that he has somehow managed to attend the man's pre-arranged meeting hours late by chance. He obviously does not care for his tardiness, because this was unintentional... But even if he had thought of acknowledging the request, a lazy Frenchman will not give a damn about /your/ time - the world operates on his time, or not at all. So sorry!
At least the flamewielder is polite enough to entertain a talk, though this is a bothersome coincidence, uttering a light, breezy laugh, "Ahaha, so you invited me here in order to determine my worth?" His smile, which stretches from ear to ear across his freckled face, is as cold as ice, "Do you think I'm a tool to use for whatever purpose, monsieur? That certainly won't do, and I have other, more important matters in need of my attention."
A pause. A beat. Ash clicks his tongue in consideration.
"Hiring me is also completely out of the question." Lifting a hand, the slender fighter captures a lengthy strand of platinum blonde hair, beginning to twist it loosely around one finger, blue eyes lazily taking in Sagat, from head to toe... But there is no emotion to be found in those azure depths. Just a pit of emptiness, that stretches on into eternity, and provides no hint of his thoughts.
With another giggle, "I'm afraid you've wasted your time." Like the absolute jerk he is, not wishing to engage in further discussion about this topic, Ash turns to leave, each long stride carrying him towards the door. His head also falls back, eyes pointed skyward, staring up at the swirling, angry clouds - that's definitely not Sagat's mood, though the weather echoes his irritation perfectly... Crimson knows what it is... A particular feeling is wafting down to him.
"Aaaaaaaah~, and you might want to leave here soon." He warns, looking back over his shoulder, thin lips twisting in a weird way.
Sagat is a man that has done his best to become more patient in more recent times, but usually only if the patience pays off for him in the end. All this waiting and Ash just seems to brush him off as if he is just some random guy on the streets asking for a nickel or the like. That makes the brow of the former emporer furrow ever so slightly at first and it furrows more and ore as Ash speaks to him. It is amazing that the man isn't just turning red with anger right at this point.
Instead he says nothing and just stares at Ash for a few moments. He was shut down before he even made his case to make a deal with the Frenchman. This only annoys him more and even if it is just coincidence the sky above them is getting louder as the wind cries and picks up speed. "I see. Then I suppose I can only do one thing." he comments in a rather calm voice.
Of course when Ash looks back over his shoulder he probably won't like what he sees. It is a large left foot of the Muay Thai fighter coming straight at his face. For being so large it is a quick snap kick. "I will just see for myself if you are even worth bothering with or you are just another worm who thinks too highly of themself."
COMBATSYS: Sagat has started a fight here.
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ <
Sagat 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Ash has joined the fight here.
[\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > //////////////////////////////]
Ash 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Sagat
COMBATSYS: Ash effortlessly blocks Sagat's Light Kick.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > //////////////////////////////]
Ash 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Sagat
He is the most infuriating sort of person, Sagat has likely learned, and once again, the Frenchman makes like a tree and tries to get the hell out of here.
Yeah, that doesn't go over too well.
One thing stops him from reaching for the handle of the steel door, and that's the fact that the taller man speaks to him. A thin eyebrow lifts high on his forehead, and he releases the curled strand of hair from his finger, "Oho?" Is all the flamewielder says in response, wondering what this one thing may be, fairly certain he has the answer, upper body leading him into a smooth turn back to the Muay Thai fighter...
This happens at the exact same moment Sagat is leaping in at him with a foot aimed right for his face!? Ash smirks beautifully, "Tut tut, didn't anyone ever tell you that violence is not the answer, monsieur?" He immediately reacts afterwards, arm snapping up, deflecting the bare foot off his elbow and possibly upwards, causing the former emperor to over-extend himself. "If you want my attention that badly, I have a moment to spare."
Verdant flames ignite in his hands on cue, an eerie glow casting a sickening light on his freckled features, "But only that." Ash Crimson, flamboyant and strange, continues, "Just a moment. I have nothing to prove to you, and I don't want to be here for that." He points a finger skywards, now clearly indicating the 'weather', and the conflagration boils up his palm to the painted tip of his nail.
"Enjoy!"
Ash inhales deeply, filling his lungs, then breathes out, cheeks puffing, blowing the peculiar flames directly into Sagat's face!?
COMBATSYS: Sagat blocks Ash's Ventose.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > //////////////////////////// ]
Ash 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Sagat
At least the man's reflexes show him to be someone of skill. Or was he just lucky? Truth be told Sagat knows very little of what Ash can do and in part that is exactly why if the man doesn't want to talk he will find out his preferred way. He actually lands rather gracefully for a fighter his size. Both feet touch the ground and he is quickly in his stance of choice as Ash begins to summon forth the green energy he wields. It is going to take more than pretty colors to impress Sagat alas.
And while he can't get out of the way, the large hands of Sagat easily shield his face from the energy unleashed by the Frenchman. There is a low chuckle from him as his arms lower and he nods. "So nice of you to oblige. I will make sure it isn't a waste of our time." No, that grin can't be good at all. And even so it doesn't seem to fade when he notices clouds swirling overhead and the rumbling coming from the sky. "Ahh, so you seem to know something. Indulge me."
Does this request get Ash off the hook? No, not at all. Sagat seems more than intent to hear what the man might have to say as he reaches to grapple the Frenchman and deliver a series of three knees right into his midsection before tossing him aside and away from the door he was trying to get through. Of course that is if he can get his hands on the slippery Ash.
COMBATSYS: Sagat successfully hits Ash with Tiger Rage.
Grazing Hit
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////////////////////////// ]
Ash 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Sagat
The man blocks and with a lazy flick of the wrist, the plumes of green are snuffed out, a long tendril of smoke drifting skywards, soon swept away by the wind. This is not impressive to Sagat? Flames - real flames - are very rare. Few people alive are capable of wielding them... The Kusanagis, Iori Yagami, Ash Crimson, K'... But the experiment stole his powers. Perhaps he doesn't count, but that depends entirely on who you ask--
... I'm getting off-topic.
Ash exhales sans fire this time, snorting gently; it would seem that he has been misinterpreted, "Time is something that I'm not willing to grant you, you do realise. Your moment is up! And I really should be going." But he remains, because the Frenchman starts to giggle - a twinkling, annoying sound. It is soon lost, because the air seems to howl angrily back at them on the rooftop. "Indulge you, monsieur?" The flamewielder needs to raise his voice to be heard, "Can you not feel it? I'll allow you to draw your own--" Suddenly, he's snagged.
The lean fighter tries to wriggle free from the Muay Thai champion's grip, gasping out, "--conclusions, hurk..." as he's kneed directly in the solar plexus. Ash gags, then twists one way, which means the second strike grazes him, and he stumbles back and away from the door. Catching himself before he falls and feeling irritated, the Frenchman straightens his jacket with a huff, smoothing out a fold in his jeans. Blue eyes travel up, then back again... He smiles pleasantly, all saccharine and sweet, "Get lost!" And then the flamboyant young fighter runs low at Sagat.
He attempts to plant his foot down in front of the larger former emperor first, and slam a hard elbow into his ribcage. Should this be successful, Ash follows it up with a swift knee to the middle and a finishing uppercut, black fingernails flashing in the limited light, ready to pierce!
COMBATSYS: Sagat endures Ash's Vendemiaire.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////////////////////// ]
Ash 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Sagat
Few people do wield true flames. Few people are also not Sagat. A man who was once an emporer and now proclaims himself the God of Muay Thai now. It is no easy task to impress him, but it seems his opinion of Ash is changing slightly now that he is realizing the Frenchman is tougher than he looks. He probably has a long way to go before Sagat admits he has skill. Or if he would even do so at all in this situation. It seems Ash has a good enough ego as is.
"I already have. I am sure it is the powers of the strange cultists that have been running all over. You seem to know more than most." he says and then he braces himself for the oncoming attack. The elbow lands hard and it actually causes Sagat to take a step back, but it is almost like running into a brick wall. The man truely is a mountain of muscle. Then there is the feeling of nails slashing against his skin that draws blood from the larger fighter. "I want to know if this is something that can finally get rid of Vega."
He makes no bones about it. Not when it seems to be just him and Ash in plain sight and he doubts even the spies Vega would send would linger. Not with a rift in the sky opening up in the form of a large funnel that seems to be starting to get some force behind it and small bits of debris and loosely locked down items fly away and into that maw.%It isn't enough to make Sagat want to stop, though. He seems more than intent on making it hard for Ash to get away. "Agree to help and I might just let you leave peacefully." he says and his hands flash brightly with energy as he slams his closed fists together then thrusts them forward, a swath of his own energy hurtling towards Ash. "TIGER!"
COMBATSYS: Ash blocks Sagat's Tiger Shot.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ////////////////////// ]
Ash 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Sagat
Although he had said that Sagat could draw his own conclusions, let's not lead him too far astray, and Ash provides a small hint for his own amusement, "Oh no, it is not the cultists, monsieur. Their power is borrowed from the one they serve." Sweeping back his hair, it is a pointless endeavor; the wind blows the pale tresses into a state of disarray again, almost immediately. What a bother. "And there is no way to 'help'. Not with this." He wears a secretive smile, and his elbow actually aches - the Muay Thai champion must be made of stone. If the Frenchman wasn't backed by an incredible ego, he might actually feel intimidated by this obstacle... And there is also his own strength to take into account.
Crimson is not a fighter to be taken lightly.
"But what do I know?" He has dangled a treat, then coldly pulled it back, playing the lying fool and joker, chuckling and rolling his shoulders with a shrug. At the same time, the lean fighter's very fighting spirit flares impressively outward, and he extends an arm to meet this... 'Tiger'. Materializing out of thin air, a shield of green flames has been erected in front of him. Wisps of bouncing, merging energy skip across his pale, freckled cheeks. The flamewielder is left largely unharmed, however. "Why don't you corner those cultists, or ask Kyo Kusanagi, if you're so curious!"
There's a crackle of thunder overhead, and sky blue eyes snap up to the rapidly forming rift - he has tarried too long, allowing this former emperor to block him. The time to play these games is over! It should've been over already! "This power will not only--"
But the rest is lost to the shrieking winds, and that horrible feeling, that palpable energy, swells. The Frenchman's lips move, and then he whirls around - if he can't leave through the door, he'll take the next available exit: The next building. Ash hates to run, but he wiggles his fingers in a cheeky wave and bolts, leaping. Thin legs draw up, carrying him a short distance down to the neighbouring rooftop.
Will Sagat follow?
"I am sure you know plenty." he says in response to Ash pretending to know nothing. Honestly he probably would be better off trying to deal with that slacker Kyo about getting information. Then again given Vega has had some personal interest in the harassment of Kyo since their scheduled fight last round in King of Fighters Sagat figures now would not be the best of times to attempt to talk to the younger Kusanagi.
It almost seems intentional the way he has timed what he is going to say. Almost teasing about giving at least some information before he is silenced by the growing noise of the winds howling around the building. Even a large fighter like Sagat would be a fool to linger longer given the building itself is starting to shake from the powerful vortex that is continuing to get larger. That single eye narrows and he takes a deep breath. Everything always has to be so damn difficult.
Then again he always did love a challenge. He lumbers forward and breaks into a run. He may not be as fast as Ash, but the long strides help him in keeping up with the Frenchman. He gives a leap off the building and he lands hard on the rooftop to where it almost collapses under the impact. "I did not say you could go yet." he murmurs while straightening up.
COMBATSYS: Ash takes no action.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ////////////////////// ]
Ash 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Sagat
COMBATSYS: Sagat focuses on his next action.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ////////////////////// ]
Ash 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Sagat
Well, if that's the case, then maybe /Vega/ knows something about this. Perhaps Sagat could try asking him, instead?
Or not, because that would go over so well, ha ha. And nothing is ever that easy!
Though he seems unbalanced upon hitting the rooftop, Ash continues to run, and he can sense the other following him, before the Muay Thai emperor lands. AGAIN, the mountain of man is blocking his path to the exit. The flamewielder looks up, straight into that single eye, and his lips curl back to reveal rows of straight, white teeth. He is being sassy! "Do I need your permission?" His head cants gently to the side, "I wasn't aware, ahaha!"
So let this count as his asking for it - Sagat does so enjoy a challenge, after all. Perhaps Ash is in the mood to finally provide one? Or this may be another attempt to flee.
Lifting both arms over his head, Ash spins around and his leg lifts. It's strange, fruity, ballerina pirouette-meets-roundhouse kick, and he even jumps, in hopes that it connects with the hulking man's shoulder and knocks him out of the way. "What if I promised that I know nothing? Would that suffice?" The Frenchman calls out in sing-song, a lilting trill of amused laughter carried by the wind. Considering his weight, it's amazing that he isn't carried away up into the broiling vortex above...
COMBATSYS: Sagat fails to interrupt Prairial from Ash with Tiger Uppercut EX.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////////////////// ]
Ash 1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0 Sagat
He certainly isn't going to make Ash's escape easy if he can help it. Ash can outrun him if he got the chance, but Sagat is making damned sure the Frenchman doesn't get that chance. If he is getting away he is going to have to earn it the hard way it would appear.
Of course between his landing and adjusting his balance from the building winds of the vortex above them leaves Sagat slightly off balance. Does Ash see an opening? Maybe it is a feint to make Ash think he has a chance to escape. If it is bait it would seem to be an attempt to lure Ash into a trap as he moves in to strike Sagat. The larger fighter tenses up and he brings a fist back before roaring forward. The swiftness of Ash's kick is more than anticipated though and the furious uppercut unleashed by Sagat narrowly misses Ash's facemeats.
Even more importantly it did throw Sagat off balance and the Frenchman does have a chance to get right past the larger fighter. The question is can he move fast enough to avoid pursuit from the former emporer and get away from that increasingly annoying vortex? It seems at least leaping from that last building was a good idea since it has actually been pulled loose from its foundation and is being sucked into that vortex right now.
Wait, what?
Oh, /hell no/.
Even taking the stairs won't carry him far enough away from what awaits in the sky, tearing buildings straight out from their foundation, sucked away into the vortex. Where will the construction end up? Ash does not want to find out. He wants absolutely no part of that at all! The energy, that distinct scent of Orochi's power, nearly overwhelms him...
But not yet. Sagat is still here, and not giving up.
The slender Frenchman leans smoothly back to avoid the incoming uppercut, which disturbs his already messy hair, blue eyes widening, but being committed to action, Ash cannot stop. His foot collides with the larger man - it knocks the former emperor of Muay Thai off-balance, and was hopefully jarring, though not enough to knock him to the ground. The flamewielder touches down on those white dress shoes, and points at Sagat, "Monsieur, if you want to stay here, by all means."
He slips past to dart for the edge of the building, knees bending to prepare for a high leap. If there weren't impending DOOM not far behind them, this pursuit might almost be fun and entertaining, and if Ash knew more about this brutal man, intent on turning him into pavement paste. The Frenchman is uncertain of his advantages here; it bothers him.
Pushing off and soaring through the air, the freckle-faced fighter barely makes the jump to the next rooftop, and whirls back to wait, hands pressed down against his thin hips. With a swift motion of his head, he flicks the platinum blonde tresses briefly out of his face and vision. "Come get me. If you don't want to give up, then I'll just have to make you, ahaha!" The green flames are summoned forth - he's preparing something terrible...
COMBATSYS: Ash gathers his will.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > /////////////////// ]
Ash 1/=======/=======|===----\-------\0 Sagat
Truth be told given the circumstances Ash might have just been able to get away. With the power of the opening vortex giving the large fighter problems combined with being thrown off balance the Frenchman could have opened up a good distance between himself and Sagat. Of course would that mean Sagat would give up? On top of that just how much stamina might the big man have?
Sticking around and making sure the Muay Thai warrior can't follow him when he does leave might be a sound strategy. Then again it could only mean vast amounts of pain for Ash. Time will tell if he is making a good decision here. He has to wait a moment, but soon the large form of Sagat comes crashing down onto the next rooftop as more distance is put between the fighters and the vortex. The winds are still hectic, but at least this building more than likely won't share the same fate as the one that is currently half eaten by the opening in the sky.
"Yes, try and make me give up." the large fighter says and grins slightly as he stalks forward. He then stands his ground and seems intent on seeing just what Ash is planning to do. For now he does not strike, but he seems ready to give chase in case Ash is bluffing and attempts to run again.
COMBATSYS: Sagat gains composure.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > //////////////////////// ]
Ash 1/=======/=======|===----\-------\0 Sagat
Get away? Ha. That is as impossible as it is improbable.
Why?
Well, even when putting significant distance between them, all advantage is lost anyway, because Sagat has been entirely too willing to give chase, off-balance or not. As far as Ash is aware, he'll be followed to the ends of the earth! And the flamewielder lacks the desire to run himself ragged - that's just pointless. So, the larger fighter would prove to outlast him in stamina. To take a stand and stop the Muay Thai mammoth of a man, that is, truly, the best option.
Though vast amounts of pain, hm. Sounds unpleasant!
Ash dawns a charming smile, rolling his shoulders in a pleasant shrug. The movement shifts his spring jacket, and surprisingly, he does not fuss to sort it afterwards, despite uncomfortable bunching under his arms. When he is joined by the former emperor, the energy twisting around him has intensified - it is like a blazing, verdant tempest, and yet the Frenchman stands calmly in the centre, looking like the arrogant, sassy, smug jerkwad he is. "Since you asked so nicely...!" There's no longer any need to shout, and his voice rings clearly through the air.
His back arches, head falling back. Ash embraces himself, enthralled by his own power, and those blue eyes flicker from the colour of the sky to the deepest crimson, almost glowing when surrounded by the pale pigment of his skin and hair. He laughs as he is then consumed by an expanding column of flame, and reaches through it, "And here I said I had nothing to prove. Ahhhh~hhhh, c'est la vie, oui?"
Suddenly, the conflagration is swept up by a gust of wind and off him, or is Ash controlling it? Either way, it churns and writhes like a living being, forming a wave high above, that moves to crash down upon poor Sagat. Is he ready for this? Will it work!?
The man with red eyes smiles in an unsettling way. "Thinking that you can use Orochi to defeat Vega... You really have no idea what you're dealing with." He mutters coldly, watching flames dance across the tips of his fingers, admiring his nails. Surely certain champions have been reduced to cinders by now?
He should have just done this from the very beginning, or back when it was meant to be done and over with...
COMBATSYS: Sagat Toughs Out Ash's Sans-Culottes!
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ////////////////// ]
Ash 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Sagat
It seems the time has come. All the bravado and sassy atttitude seems to be fading away somewhat. Was Ash finally ready to get serious? Sagat has yet to realize he may have just ended up biting off more than he can chew. His single eye narrows while watching the Frenchman and calmly listening. "If I knew fully what I was getting into would I seek you out?" he asks and he takes a deep breath as he prepares for the worst. Old man has some good ears it would seem.
A man his size really has no way to avoid the powerful release of energy that is sent his way. Even so this is what he wanted. He needed to know just what Ash could do and it seems the chasing and prodding finally has caused the Frenchman to show his true power. Even as he is about to be consumed by the flames Sagat is grinning.
That large body of his is engulfed and there is at first no scream, but then a loud roar that echos through the area. It could be one of pain, but it seems to be more one of rage as Sagat bursts out of the flames full force and is just lunging for Ash.
Forward he leaps and a large knee is aimed to slam right into the chest of Ash. His body is smoking still as he aims to impact with full force and then following up the knee strike with a powerful fist to Ash's face. "Not bad. I am starting to like you." This may be a bad thing.
COMBATSYS: Sagat successfully hits Ash with Tiger Blow.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\ < > ///////////////// ]
Ash 0/-------/=======|=======\=------\1 Sagat
There's something different about Ash Crimson - not just his eyes, like twin rubies, peering out from the sockets, half-obscured by a lock of his fair hair. His posture is perfectly straight, and not his usual lazy, lackluster stance. This is the anomally. The Frenchman's lips turn up further in creepy manner, forming a sneer. His hand drops away from his face. "Zut, so it was not enough." He says, noting the obvious and giving his head a shake of disappointment.
This feeling is intensified when Sagat comes crashing through the flames, clearly not reduced to ashes (ha) and still full of pep. As the Frenchman attempts to coldly deny the knee to his chest, he fails. Today is not his lucky day! He must have miscalculated...
The colour bleeds away from Ash's eyes, and they revert back to blue, then the larger fighter collides heavily with him. Crimson utters a cry of pain, silenced afterwards by the huge, fierce fist connecting with his cheek, teeth grit together. It hurts like hell, and he pitches backwards, falling ass over tea kettle, right off the rooftop - not what he had in mind! Grabbing the edge with both hands, the flamewielder slams forcefully into the side of the building and just barely hangs on.
"My advice to you is to find some other way, then!" He calls out while dangling, and glancing down, there's a convenient steel balcony about a floor's height below. Ash drops onto it, and it shudders terribly. How worrisome! There's no chance of Sagat following him. "It's been real, but that's that! See you in the funny pages!" He seriously hopes the Muay Thai champion doesn't like him - that will be a bother. The freckle-faced fighter doesn't like bothersome things...
(Bothersome things include people.)
Breaking the latch of the window, Ash throws it open and easily slips inside. From there, perhaps he then leaves in disguise, or not at all. Maybe he waits, because this place seems relatively safe from the vortex... It is a difficult query to answer, but one thing is certain: The mecurial, unhelpful Frenchman is finally gone, as he wanted, long after he intended... and probably with a broken tooth.
He perhaps put too much force into the blow. While Sagat wished to illustrate his strength, knocking Ash off the rooftop itself. Even if the Frenchman didn't manage to catch the edge Sagat is sure the fall would not kill him. It seems the man is very resilient despite his small size. As he stalks forward he hears Ash still being cheeky to the end before letting go and finally making his escape.
Lucky for him the large fighter does not give chase this time. In part it seems he is satisfied with what he saw. The other part is despite not trying to show it he is feeling the pain of fire that had engulfed him earlier. There is no need to give chase and further wear his body out. Instead he is more concerned now of leaving the area himself and making sure he keeps well away from that vortex.
And even as those two fighters depart their seperate ways a few buildings over there was someone else that watched. The verbal exchange may not have been able to be recorded, but the fight itself is recorded by a figure covered up in a large coat and and a fedora. It seems as careful as Sagat was he was followed and he isn't the only one that got to see Ash's darker side.
COMBATSYS: Sagat has left the fight here.
[ \\\\\\\\\\\\\\ <
Ash 0/-------/=======|
Log created on 16:02:59 06/04/2011 by Sagat, and last modified on 17:54:36 06/07/2011.