Description: Ryu takes on MURDERHOUSE, Lee Pai Long, and El Fuerte. EVERYBODY PAYS THE PRICE! ... there's a reason Masters Media has special paperwork for when Ryu goes on.
"Sure, sure. It'll be a great chance to show your amazing power." A tired-sounding, unconvinced and irritated worker having a /very/ bad day assures the belligerent fellow making his debut in the Masters circuit of martial arts competition. "Sign this." A sheet of paper comes, then another, quickly, "Initial here. Sign there. Initial, initial, sign." Waivers, acknowledgements, liability disclosures in triplicate. Somewhere down the hall behind the desk, someone gripes about this happening 'every time he's effing here'.
After that, Murderhouse's new friends send him into the White Arena, a last minute fill-in comrade for Lee Pai Long. The aging master and friend were enough to tempt the Ansatsuken nomad into coming out of his burrow and into the blinding, damnable spotlight for the event - and who can really blame Ken's people for milking the World Warrior's stay in Seattle for all it's worth?
Said wanderer tightens a red headband about his forehead, similarly checking to affirm the secure clasp on each of his dark crimson sparring gloves. Padded, for your protection. He stands on one side of the 'dojo', a light breeze fluttering about him as Ryu waits with arms folded, eyes intent.
Sitting in the lotus position across from the World Warrior, the curious figure known as Lee Pai Long remains motionless as his fighting partner is ushered into the arena; motionless save for the shock of silvery white hair that fans out above golden stylized golden monkey mask as it softly flutters in the swirling breeze that flows through the arena. An emptiness seems to emanate from the slight elderly man as he meditates quietly, a void that seems to be felt by the crowd subconsciously as they shuffle their feet and cough sporadicly.
Mick didn't like most of the jagoffs in this building. White shirts, smooth collars, soft hands. Glaring out from behind his hockey mask, every mumbling worker in glasses made him want to start a few impromptu fights, but he kept it together. He was dressed normal today, Black Sabbath shirt, ripped shredded jeans, steel-toe boots and weighted gloves. He adjusted the elbow pad on his left arm, the one on his right a huge, black metal and rubber thing, made to hurt the hapless punk he thrashed with it. He was finally ushered into an ugly, blank white room, and looked around at the people involved. He swaggered in, carrying a duffel bag, and dropping it rudely on the floor as seven foot Irish monster stepped toward the two men already inside.
"Well, girls, what're we waiting for?"
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE has started a fight here.
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It's a nigh tangible air of preparation and focus, between Lee and Ryu. Both meditating, centering their chi. Ryu's own is not much on the 'deep void' motif, the Ansatsuken master instead seemingly connected to, in tune with every thread - even the very quiet ones - that conduct that power through the arena, the air, the Earth herself. It's an echoing song of mastery, expertise on both their parts - and then in bursts Murderhouse.
The nomad turns his head to the volatile Irishman-thing, tilts it slightly, curiously and intently. Then, Ryu chuckles, slightly. "Ah." He notes, as if realizing some cosmic truth of the situation. There's a nod to the newcomer, then to Lee, "Sounds like it is time."
Indeed, the mostly ignored (by Ryu) announcer winds down the start of the fight, and the young champion crosses the dojo floor in the blink of an eye, launching himself at the last moment in a leap that brings him up with alarming speed. At the start of the round, of course. A singular rotation brings his right heel slamming out, straight in for the preparing assassin's face.
COMBATSYS: Ryu successfully hits Lee with Senpuu Kyaku.
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Taoism is a philosophy of harmony, of moderation, of balance. While one of the goals of meditaion is to drive out the trivial, to open yourself to universe, to empty your mind and soul so that it may be filled with focus... there IS a such thing as being TOO aloof. "Waaugh!" Lee cries out as Ryu's heel smashes into the side of the old man's head, nearly knocking the mask off of his face. Letting the momentum carry him backwards, Lee Pai Long twists his body into a bridging flip that unwinds him out of his lotus position and into a crouching stance. "Ooh hoo hoo... This young one is fast ke ke ke..." the remarkably spry old man chortles.
“You.... Oak Tree!” he calls out to MURDERHOUSE. “Young men should fight. Grow strong!” Lee encourages as he gestures at Ryu eagerly. Cold black humorless and appraising eyes focus on Ryu even as the rediculous age-addled words stream out from the old assassin's mouth. “Show me your technique!”
COMBATSYS: Lee calculates his next move.
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He watched the movements, and the guy called 'Ryu', he wasn't gonna lie, that was impressive. Not so impressive, the actions of his partner, who got his dumb little mask smashed off his face, then this geezer tells HIM what to do? Mick sneered, though it was hard to see that under the blank white hockey mask he wore.
"Ain't a fuckin' oak tree, old man." Still, it was time to test their enemy. He grabbed that duffle bag, hoisting up up suddenly, and letting a fountain of stuff fall out, bats, wrenches, road signs and other big, thick brutal objects. Throwing aside the bag, Mick grabbed one of the objects, a brick! He chucked his arm back, then pelted the solid object, aiming it for the head of Ryu. He didn't care if he hit his forehead, or his nose, or his temple, he just wanted to do some damage.
COMBATSYS: Ryu overcomes Small Thrown Object from MURDERHOUSE with Hadouken.
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KE KE KE.... What an odd old man. Ryu watches the old master go tumbling away, and just shakes his head. The Ansatsuken master is keenly aware that his technique is indeed under careful study - but he graciously accomodates Lee's request. Perhaps not so graciously for Murderhouse, but bad things happen when you bean people in the head with bricks. Or, in this case, try to.
Ryu twists about, as if gifted with some extrasensory awareness of dense, skull-cracking objects. His hands come around coiled at his side, thrusting out in a path inversely opposing the path of that hucked solid object. Heels of his hands together, a surge of brilliant, blue-white chi erupts out of his palms, swirling about itself and blasting the brick into a million tiny splinters. Nearly dust. The flaring fireball erupts past, in directly for Murderhouse, echoed by a familiar, resounding kiai.
"HADOOOUKEN!!"
“Ah. Yes... ke-kee...” Lee chortles as Ryu's hands draw back and the young champion begins to focus his energy, apparently the old man sees something that he likes. ”If you are not an oak tree then how are you climbed so easily?” Pai Long calls out as he leaps toward MURDERHOUSE and hurriedly clambers up the giant Irishman's back.
“Kookeee!” Lee screeches as he plants his feet on the large man's shoulders and quickly launches himself upwards, front flipping over the oncoming hadouken; his leading leg outstretched in an attempt to bring his heel down forcefully into Ryu's upper body as he descends.
COMBATSYS: Ryu successfully hits MURDERHOUSE with Hadouken.
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Now, Mick was no stranger to combat, to pain. The man had come up through the ranks, earning much notoriety with his brutal style, and the merciless way he treated opponents. He was also known for enduring the sickest, most vicious acts of barbarism ever not commited by him. He took pain like nobody else, really.
So when he took that blue 'fireball' to his chest, and staggered 'away' back turning toward his opponent from the pain he was in, that was a rather fine testament to the power of Ryu's famous technique. And Mick...grinned. He didn't even notice his partner's acrobatics now, all gone was the retort he was gonna throw at the guy. Now, his mission was simple: Take down Ryu. So to that end, he came back, running and barreling forward at the white-gi, humble warrior. But mid-charge, he spun around like he was getting ready for a discus throw. Moments later, he came back, trying to smash his elbow(with that big, vicious looking elbowpad) right across the face of his foe.
No, this will not do at all! The crowd came here to see a fight, not a slaughter. The officials already noticed that the legendary Ryu had a clear advantage over his two opponents, who even though are still standing are already showing signs of fighting an uphill battle. But how to fix this? The fight is already well under way and it would be impolite to just someone drop in.
Impolite for regular fighters maybe, but wrestlers? They are known to barge in on fights that did not include them, especially when they involve other wrestlers.
As the battle rages on there's a sudden flair on the speakers as it blares out a familiar themesong, full of catchy latino beats with a heroic rhythm to it. It's El Fuerte's song who, in his own way, has come to save the day.
The spitfire luchador somersaults his way into the arena and spins several times in mid air to stand behind Lee and Mick, eyes wide at the sight of the two men struggling against just one man. Or at least he would if he didn't know that one man was Ryu.
"The Triple A Federation of Lucha Libre Mexicana sends reinforcements amigos!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Ryu dodges MURDERHOUSE's Roaring Elbow.
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COMBATSYS: Lee successfully hits Ryu with Kachou Takeshi Ashi Kasane.
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Any fight's fortunes turn on a dime - with El Fuerte's arrival, and Lee's intervention, could this dime... BE RYU'S?!?! Fight fans won't have to stay tuned long to find out, as the Ansatsuken wanderer shows no signs of sitting down just yet. Getting kicked in the chest, however? The acrobatic Lee fulfills that goal with admirable aplomb, his descending foot sending the Dragon staggering backwards, feet shuffling swiftly to find footing before he falls fully.
El Fuerte's another fighter unfamiliar to Ryu - not for any lack of fervent exposure on behalf of the Luchadore, but because he's been a bit out of touch for the last while. It happens. Rather than shift overmuch attention immediately to the newcomer, the warrior in the white gi redoubles his efforts. As Murderhouse charges in, Ryu blurs into an upwards leap, ascending and flipping /over/ the wrestler into some acrobatics of his own.
A maneuver seeking to intercept Lee's descent instants after his strike, and hammer an elbow into the old master's midsection. An elbow with enough force to send him hurtling floorward at an alarmingly accelerated pace, as Ryu ideally backflips away from the resultant shockwave.
COMBATSYS: Lee interrupts Medium Punch from Ryu with Kuuten Tsume EX.
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Time seems to slow down for the old assassin as his foot strikes Ryu and sends him staggering. Unfortunately, those in attendance won't have the benefit of neither 3x Kung-Fu Focus nor high-speed camera replay that those viewing the fight at home will use to enjoy what happens next. As Ryu leaps and flips over MURDERHOUSE, closing the distance as he attempts to slam Lee down to the ground, the Silver Dragon Triad assassin senses what is to come and quickly throws his body into a corkscrew spin.
The next few moments pass excruciatingly slow for those with either 3x Kung-Fu or Slow-Mo instant replay. As Ryu nears the spinning old man, a pair of wicked metal claws SNIKT out from Lee's gloves. flashing with reflected light as Lee whirls, the blades slicing and dicing into Ryu as the elbow slams into Lee Pai Long.
"Gyah..." Lee grunts as time catches up with him, the claws shinking back into his gloves as he lands in a spider man-esque crouch. "What are you waiting for Oak Tree?" Lee calls out. "Attack! You and your young spanish friend KEE KEE!"
He didn't have fancy Kung Fu training, but Mick had been in fights with little, speedy guys before. He knew what to look for. Even still, he barely caught the blurring, whirling motion of old man Lee. He caught the slicing, and hopefully, Ryu was still falling. The big man wouldn't wait for that geezer to tell him, but rather run, 'jumping' up slightly. He tried to grab around Ryu's waist or thighs, trying to pivot and drive Ryu's neck, shoulders and head hard into the ground, in an impromptu suplex. If Ryu had fought Zangief, Haggar or even someone like Alex or Guile before, he might notice that Mick's wrestling skills were as a rule of thumb sloppier. However, if landed, this move would hopefully, well...hurt more.
Spanish friend? The old man is probably referring to him. "I'm Mexican! Not Spanish!!" El Fuerte is quick to correct the assassin, though geographical confusions aren't enough to get him to hesitate and thus he complies with the order to attack. Although that's not surprising in El Fuerte's case, he always wants to attack.
"Hold up amigo luchador!" Naturally, El Fuerte gravitates towards Mick and aims to assist his fellow wrestler. However, as he dashes forward, while Ryu might not recognize the sloppy wrestling techniques of MURDERHOUSE, El Fuerte, being an expert wrestler does. "What are you doing!? Hold him steadier!!" He cries even as he jumps clear over both Mick and Ryu with the clear intent of doubling stomping Ryu's face if and when get gets supplexed. "HRAAAA!!"
COMBATSYS: Ryu blocks ElFuerte's Tostada Press.
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COMBATSYS: Ryu dodges MURDERHOUSE's Improvised Throw.
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Ryu's dark eyes widen an instant before Lee's claws find flesh, roughly in synch with the trademarked sound. Then, lines of blood are ripped along with his gi, and the World Warrior crashes back to earth instead. There's little time to rest on his not-laurels, though - not with MURDERHAUS and El Fuerte already en route. Somehow, balls to the proverbial wall, the Ansatsuken master seems to find his bearings mid-crash. Legs kick out, turning a harsh skidding landing into Murderhouse's arms into a flipping evasion, backflipping out of his tumble and into an admittedly harsh landing in a crouch. Arms come together as he pushes upwards, dancing underneath El Fuerte's aerials as his resilient forearms provide a platform for the luchadore to launch off.
It stings - but it's far preferable to his skull, thanks. The premiere peaceful blood knight slips clear of the maelstrom with his muscles already tensed, his hands cupped at his side, cradling an empty space.
"Nnnrrrrrrhhhhh...." Electrical arcs rip along Ryu's remarkably thick arms, the average-height Japanese fellow nonetheless ridiculously fit. Luckily, one would think, given the sheer current that he seems to be channeling right now. Lightning bolts in blue and white rip from the air, from his fingertips and palms, from somewhere deep within his core. The World Warrior's entire aura is suffused by electricity, it gathers in a luminescent, fluctuating orb in his flexing fingertips. Then, it's projected outwards, an alarming welcome to the battle for the Mexican rescuer.
"HADOOOOUKEN!!!!"
COMBATSYS: Ryu successfully hits ElFuerte with Denjin Hadouken.
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"Oooh. Ouchie kee kee..." Lee cackles as El Fuerte is mangled by the extra spicy hadouken. "This young one has much skill, much talent!" Lee gasps happily as he studies Ryu. "Uhh... not you. You two need more training." He adds somberly in Murderhouse and El Fuerte's mutual directions. "Focus! Focus Oak Tree! Focus Mexican!" Lee scolds as he lowers his center of gravity into a Horse Stance, his forearms flexed out in front of him. "Feel the chi that surrounds us! The same chi that this young champion uses to spank your bottoms! Kee Kee!"
The ambient static electricity and ozone left behind from the hadouken begins to swirl and flow towards the ancient masked fight, the energy surging and funneling into the wise old assassin as he focuses the chi inside him and taps into the energy flowing into him.
COMBATSYS: Lee gathers his will.
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Murder landed rough against the ground, and with a grunt he rolled to a kneeling position...he saw Ryu blasting what had to be one hell of a bad day at El Fuerte, and on top of that, that geezer wasn't so much helping, as berating the two of them? What the hell? Mick narrowed his glaring eyes, and pushed off the ground in a mad dash, sticking his right arm out, and trying to smash Ryu off his feet with one hell of a running clothesline. But that wasn't all.
If, and only if Ryu fell, Mick would run back a bit, putting his foot on the wall, and 'springing' off and into the air...he'd come back down in a vicious looking elbow drop, trying to see if Mick could ruin the original World Warrior's good looks! Oohhhh yeaaaah!
Sakura takes pictures
Oh crap. "I told you to hold him steadieeeEEEEEAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHH!!!!" When El Fuerte catapulted himself from Ryu's forearms and landed on his feet elsewhere, he knew that he was in world of trouble as he heard the crackling of chi coming his way. Just as he turned around he was greeted by a blue ball of pain, enveloping him and sending him flying a good ways off. "Uarggh!" The smoked form of El Fuerte lands on the ground making a few rolls before finally skidding to a stop after turned into one crispy enchilada "Holy guacamole....they weren't kidding about this guy..."
El Fuerte SLAMS his fists on the ground and picks himself right back up as he is chastised by Lee, the nerve with some people. "I don't see you in the thick of it!" Whatever, maybe if he continues his attack Lee will find an opening through all the chaos to strike Ryu down somehow. He rushed right behind Ryu aiming to just...kick him in the back to push him in the direction of Mick's elbow drop!
COMBATSYS: Ryu dodges ElFuerte's Calamari Slide.
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COMBATSYS: Ryu blocks MURDERHOUSE's Big Elbow.
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There's a vague chuckle, visible on his face for a moment, audible for even less time, at the lecture launched by Lee. Or, perhaps, the reaction his comrades have to it. Likely just as intended - but the World Warrior doesn't comment. Doesn't interject anything except his combat prowess. Eyes narrow beneath thick brows, and the wanderer in the white gi draws a deep, steadying breath. El Fuerte comes in hard - strength behind the blow, Ryu can feel it; even as he darts ahead a hair's breadth in front of El Fuerte's arrival, leaving the force to dissipate, rustling his tattered gi. As he steps right /into/ the other wrestler's assault.
It's not what a man of Mick's stature would expect, tearing full bore into a man of Ryu's stature; but it's exactly what happens. Full stop. There's a gritting of teeth, a steeling of guard, and Ryu's anchoring feet leave that clothesline hammering full on into a reinforced pillar of steel, for all the good it does at its task of dropping the World Warrior to the ground for a followup. Instead, he's slapping around a clothesline of his own, after a fashion, the inside of his forearm swiftly seeking to leverage the side of the Irishmonster's neck, as the opposite foot seeks to take his feet out from under him. Abruptly, this would invert the wrestler, before Ryu slams him into the dojo floor with his newfound control. There are no wasted movements, no missed beats. For Ryu, here, a misstep means the fight will be suddenly over. This, above all else, would be tragic.
Lee sighs heavily as Ryu handles his teammates' attacks rather efficiantly. "Kids these days. Hmft." Rising from his horse stance, the White Dragon slowly rolls his ancient shoulders and shakes the ache out of his legs as he points at Ryu. "Your focus, your technique, your strength... your potential is unlimited," Lee announces as he raises hsi arms into an eagle stance. "But what of your drive? Is striving for perfection enough? Will you reach your true potential through nothing but your own will? Hmm." Lee muses aloud, all traces of befuddled old man is absent from his voice.
"But enough of an old man's ramblings, these kids need my guidance!" Launching himself forward, Lee blurs towards Ryu, his old frame contrasting sharply with the sheer speed of his charge. "Keeeee!" Lee shouts as he leaps, rising into the air feet first, attempting to slam into Ryu's beefy frame with one hundred lightning fast kicks.
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE fails to interrupt Medium Throw from Ryu with Shuffle Combo.
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It was like hitting a solid wall, and being grabbed effortlessly, Mick was flipped hard, landing directly on his skull, and landing face down. He was shooken, but had enough sense to roll out of the way, to give his "team-mates" breathing room while he recuperated...He re-fastened his mask straps a little, when he saw, just a little bit away...his baseball bat. And grinned slightly to himself.
"Uff!" El Fuerte feels his kick whiffing and manages to catch his balance just barely, but at least fast enough that he can get out of the way of a giant Irishman with a hockey mask getting thrown his way! "Ay!!" The luchador slides to his side noticing from his side that Lee /finally/ decided to join in on the fight. He has a few choice of words to tell the all man, most of them in Spanish, none of them kind but he refrains from saying anything yet as it might alert Ryu of what he's about to do.
Circling about the karateka, El Fuerte waits until Ryu is looking in the direction of Lee's flying kicks and dashes right behind the World Warrior's back, sliding his muscled arms right under his armpits and presses his hands onto the back of Ryu's head going for the Full Nelson! This not only might hurt Ryu quite a bit it also means Lee's 100 kicks are sure to land solidly against the fighter's chest!
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Ryu with Quick Throw.
?!? Weird Hit! ?!?
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COMBATSYS: Ryu blocks Lee's 100 Ren Ashi.
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While Murderhouse's grinning shift momentarily away from the battle to his bag of brutality is not exactly /comforting/... Ryu is left with more immediate concerns. Like, the Luchadore that seeks to restrain him so that the aging assassin can have his wicked, wicked way with the Ansatsuken Dragon. Luckily for Ryu, right now he manages an imitation of Hakan - El Fuerte slips in, surprises the Ansatsuken Master, but instinct and the rhythmic fate of battle leave a solid grasp incredibly difficult to maintain. The nomad twists, flexes, wrenches away with surprisingly precise movements of his own. Gracefully, just in time to keep at least /one/ arm free as Lee hurtles in.
He needs the other sooner rather than later, forearms and the back of his sparring gloves intercepting that series of blurring, punishing strikes into arms that already burn with the twisting and tugging of El Fuerte's ill-fated restraint. By the end of it, Ryu's arms burn right up to his shoulders, but he doesn't waste a moment. Immediately, the World Warrior throws his blocking momentum into a full rotation and a head-cleaving roundhouse that brings him around to visit the wily El Fuerte's attack vector. Through it, there's a quick, easily missible series of actual emotes: a nod, a grin, and a deep breath. .... seems the crazy bastard is enjoying this breakneck pile-up.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte blocks Ryu's Strong Kick.
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This time Lee does not relent in his assault. As soon as his feet touch back to the ground Lee rights himself with preternatural balance. "Hyah!" Lee shouts as the deadly metal claws SNIKT back out into place and he lurches toward the kicking Ryu. "Hyah hyah!" he continues as he swipes the sharp weapons at Ryu's torso like a villain in a Fei Long flick. "Good good! Keep pressing the attack young ones kee kee!"
Mick had an idea to catch a breather, but noting that the old man was FINALLY pressing the attack, the big man just shrugged and fought that concussion, grabbing his metal bat by the handle, half-jogging up to the outnumbered, but obviously not outclassed fighter, and tried to swing that bat full-force, swinging it down like a samurai would, aiming right for the back of Ryu's head. Wanted to see this sucker go down already...
"Surprise, princess!"
This guy is pretty slippery! El Fuerte thought that karatekas had a lot of problems getting out of grapples, but of course Ryu is a speshul martial artist and thus it does not surprise el luchador that much when he wiggles free from his hold enough to defend himself! "Uh oh!" With one free arm, it means that Ryu is ready to do a counter attack after deflecting the blow from the old chinese master and he is quick to disengage and get out of Ryu's way.
This at least gives him enough time to raise his leg and take the Ryu's kick right on the shin where it..actually nearly breaks the bone. "Ay caramba!" The wrestler cringes and hops back on one foot, holding his injured limb before he notices that both Lee and Mike are back in action! This is it! That is the chance he was looking for!
"HRRAAAAA!!!" With both warriors charging at him, El Fuerte runs!! ..In the other direction?? This is so he can jump up on the ropes to give a wide backwards flip and land on Ryu knees first, aiming to give his collar bone a good crack!
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE successfully hits Ryu with Batting Bushido.
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COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Ryu with El Fuerte Dynamite.
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COMBATSYS: Ryu interrupts Quick Strike from Lee with Shin Shoryuken+.
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That misstep that could turn everything around? To the audience's gasping surprise, it comes in the form of a bat squarely to the back of the head, bloodspatter coming off the blow as Ryu reels forward, eyes squinting, brain reeling. His ears fill with ringing pitches that drown out all else, his eyes fill with blurry distortions as his stubbornly resilient braincage fights off unconsciousness, or a concussion, and fights on. Rather than vacate the premises, the dazed but dangerous Dragon drops back into a ready guard, reeling again as El Fuerte drops on him from above.
Bruises and blood add to the difficulty finding his target, but instinct pays off. "With any but my will...." Ryu grunts out, half-growls, "It is not /my/ potential!" It might be hard to make out. Because as Lee swipes more bloody claw lines on Ryu's chest? Ryu lunges, elbow first, leading that bony projectile right into the assassin's face. That's the nice part.
In the same instant, Ryu rebounds off the strike, drops low, and twists about. Delivering a blow to the underside of Lee Pai Long's jaw that's enough to send both men rocketing skyward, "SHOOOOOORYUKEN!!!"
Ryu's elbow rebounds off of Lee's mask with a denting clang moments before the King of All Uppercuts connects with his jaw and lifts the pair skyward. "GWAAAAAHHH!" the assassin howls as he is rocketed upwards, his arms going limp for a moment as it seems likely that the old man has met his end. "Hnnnghh..." the Silver Dragon Triad assassin mutters as he shakes his head, his 3x Kung Fu focus giving him time to shake the cobwebs loose as he begins to descend.
"...your resolve is strong young one..." Lee admits as he flings extends his clawed arms forward, tucking himself into a ball as he begins to spin toward the descending World Warrior. "...I'll give you that!" Suddenly fiery orange energy explode through Pai Long's claws as he spins end over end, a dangerous flaming clawed buzz saw falling straight for his opponent as he touches the ground!
It always felt good, smashing someone across the skull with a good piece of wood, metal or aluminum. It felt good cracking bone, and the great big, legendary Ryu's reaction to it just completely made the monster's day. Then he saw El Fuerte crash into his shoulders with those knees, and Mick dropped the bat with a 'clang'...and then he saw Lee get damn near annihilated. Mick had to whistle at that, and though he had no sympathy for the old bastard, blood for blood was a way of life! So, when Ryu landed, Mick would grab out with his hand, to try and grab Ryu, right across the throat! Mick would growl out with a voice much different than his usual, as his eyes...his eyes had a terrible effect.
"Look at me!
Now, Mick wasn't aware of what Psycho Power was, he didn't follow up on Vega much, and thought Athena only made the pop charts by being comfortable on her back. But Mick did, in fact, have an innate gift. He didn't know that by Ryu and Mick locking eyes, that he would be attempting to scramble Ryu's brains, in a weak version of a certain avenging motorcyclist's claim to fame! No, Mick had no idea that's what happened to people, he thought the worst part of this would be lifting Ryu up into the air by his throat, only to slam him down against the ground, on his neck, shoulders, and the back of his head. Of course, the worst part of his move was actually debatable, but if Ryu got caught by any of it, one could bet he'd be having a bad day by any standards.
"Andale cabron!!" El Fuerte finds himself cackling when his knee collide with Ryu's shoulder blades and he bounces off the fighter to land on his feet. There's a whistle of surprise though, not only did Ryu survived a bat to the back of the head and a knee drop to his shoulders, he has enough energy to shoryuken uppercut the old coot right on the jaw! Never mind that he can still use his arms after getting a whack like that.
"Hmm.." The luchador starts walking backwards, feeling no pity for Lee. "Who's losing focus now?" There's his snide comment for the day, though as his two compadres go to attack once more, El Fuerte decides to follow that advice and circle the field looking for another opening.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte focuses on his next action.
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COMBATSYS: Ryu dodges MURDERHOUSE's Cemetary Gates.
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COMBATSYS: Ryu blocks Lee's Kachou Hi Mashizume.
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It never felt good, getting smashed across the skull by someone's good piece of wood, metal, or aluminum. Even if your skull doesn't shatter, even if you don't fall face first into the ground, it's a stinging reminder well past the rest of the fight of that moment that a big, angry lug took a blunt object to one's cranium. Dishonorably no less! There's no anger in Ryu, though - but he does adapt. Oh, does he ever adapt. If they're going to come at him from all directions, he does his best to focus on his everywhere, all at once. To the young champion's credit, he makes an impressive show of this.
While this does mean that his eyes meet Mick's, they're not there for long, and there's an almost tangible shearing of wills as the depth of the nomad's own soul roils upwards in protest at the momentary surge of violation and control. Teeth grit, brown eyes flare, but Ryu's only immediate answer is to slam a crossed guard of formidable arms in front of Lee's shearing assault.
The clawed master rips bloody lines in Ryu's arms, now, drives him backwards, chi assaults him even as his own aura sends the worst of it blasting out to the sides, breath coming heavily. Despite his injuries, the World Warrior does not slow, in fact, he redoubles his efforts. Exhaustion? What is this exhaustion. Ryu reaches /deeper/. His inner chi flares /higher/. He /erupts/ into motion. It's like a black hole erupted in the middle of the assault, a gravitational anomaly that begins to devour the air, to draw harshly on anyone too close - in this case, Lee and Mick. The vortex draws one inward, upward, as Ryu rises ever higher in the cyclone, spinning /impossibly/ fast in a seemingly endless litany of kicks.
"SHINKUUTATSUMAKISENPUUKYAKU!!!"
COMBATSYS: Ryu successfully hits MURDERHOUSE with Shinkuu Tatsumaki Senpuu Kyaku.
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COMBATSYS: Ryu successfully hits Lee with Shinkuu Tatsumaki Senpuu Kyaku.
Glancing Blow
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Violence begets violence begets violence. Oh when will the carnage end?!
Lee is sucked into Ryu's vortex of energy and smelly feet easily enough as he and his teammate are battered by the cyclonic barrage. "Gyaaaaaakkeeeeekkekekeke!" Lee warbles unintelligibly as the super hurricane kick spins him in the air. How can such an ancient man take such a beating?! The old Triad officer looks as if he might lose consciousness at any moment, when suddenly...
"Hnnnnnngggg" Lee intones as, rather than rolling around on the ground and dying, he chooses Option A. His own chi welling up within, Pai Long suddenly unleashes a torrent of his own energy, his orange fiery chi swirling around him as he extends his claws and spins like a deadly top in mid air, his own maelstrom of energy merging with the World Warrior's as their attacks clash like two opposing storm fronts ready to unleash the full force of their energies.
COMBATSYS: Lee can no longer fight.
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There was no contest. Ryu's foot spun, and smashed across the side of that thick, reinforced, almost armored hocky mask of Mick's, and the material cracked in little spiderweb patterns. Mick's head snapped to the side as he was lifted off his feet, and the foot came around again, this time crashing into the Irishman's ribs. He collapsed to the ground, staring at it, feeling as close as he ever was to just blacking out...
But, that wasn't what Mick did. He wasn't hung from a barb wire noose, kicking his feet and dangling for 30 minutes a few years back, just to be felled by a series of very very very very hard kicks now. Mick sprung up, and while Ryu was hopefully trying to deal with Lee's Cyclone Berserker Barrage(for lack of a better term), Mick would try to grab at Ryu, to tuck an arm underneath a leg, and pick the martial artist up on his shoulders...before jumping up!
Now, why on earth was there a huge, thick wooden table in the room? And why was it on fire? Why did it smell faintly of lighter fluid and burning wood, why was it not noticed by the fighters earlier? That didn't matter, because Mick aimed to smash Ryu's head and neck, right through that burning wood, right into the unforgiving ground below, for good measure! It was his last hurrah, and succeed or fail, there'd only be darkness after this.
"Damn....nngh."
COMBATSYS: MURDERHOUSE can no longer fight.
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Wellp! In retrospect it's a good thing that both his compadres are wearing masks! "Carajo..." El Fuerte softly whispers a curse watching Ryu evade those attacks and spin around in the air wildly smacking both Lee and Mick in the face! In the end it looks like Lee was right, it was good idea to hang back a little before attacking, it saved El Fuerte from getting a foot to the mask.
Not that it helps /that/ much, the two guys are already going to go down and after they do it'll just be Ryu versus him.
El Fuerte at least is not going to go down like a bitch, he CHARGES!
"GRAAAAAH!!" It's convenient that there's a table on fire right there, because whether those desperate attacks from his allies hit, he'll be using it to grab Ryu by the hair from behind and slam his face right into the edge!
COMBATSYS: Ryu effortlessly dodges MURDERHOUSE's Hellfire Hammer.
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COMBATSYS: Lee successfully hits Ryu with Shinkuu Kuuten Tsumeu.
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COMBATSYS: Ryu interrupts Fajitas Buster from ElFuerte with Shoryuken.
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COMBATSYS: Ryu can no longer fight.
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As Ryu spins, taking Lee and Murderhouse down was part of the gambit - the dangerous flipside, it seems, it Lee's last-ditch, brutal assault. The bladed, flaming fury knocks the Ansatsuken master clean out of his own vortex of energy-fueled rampaging, the only mercy being that Ryu is able to throw himself clear of Mick's assistance while he's torn asunder by Lee. The pair of them crash through the flaming table /anyway/, incongruous in the middle of a dojo but quite dramatic as it sends shreds of splintered, flaming wood in all directions.
Barely conscious, Fuerte's assault spurs something further in Ryu. Not ire. The words are murmured, difficult to form past the pain and blackness, "True victory is to give.. all of yourself. Without regret." His head clips off the edge of the table, but his legs bend beneath him, feet finding an anchor in the floor. He twists, and his fist protests El Fuerte's closeness, launching the Luchadore away as Ryu himself ascends in a final, defiant burst of strength, letting his right fist carry a final, potent uppercut to his last standing adversary's jaw. It wouldn't do to leave the fight unfinished. "SHOOOORYUKEN!!!"
.... of course, on the way down, Ryu too topples to the ground, legs giving out with his ability to fight on.
CHAAAAAAAAAAAAARGEEEE--wait a minute, they actually got him??? There's almost a screeching sound coming from El Fuerte's boots as he slams on the brakes, smoking coming out of his heels desperately trying to stop himself. There's no need for him to grab on to Ryu if he's on his last ropes right? But more than that, getting within range means that he's likely to get hit by the possibly very irate martial artist.
El Fuerte does hate it when he's right. "HRRRRRRGGG!!" Now it's his turn to get uppercutted in the chin and away the flying luchador goes! Spinning several times in the air to land somewhere in the crowd with a slam! Boy was coming here a bad idea.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte takes no action.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte can no longer fight.
Log created on 17:01:38 11/19/2011 by Ryu, and last modified on 02:24:29 11/20/2011.