Description: Mr Jones, Funky fighter and vigilante hero tries putting a stop to a runaway driver terrorising Metro City. It doesn't help matters that he actually has a history with this troubled girl. Can the Flashy Fightin' Funkster save the girl from herself? Which Personalities even want his help? (Winner: Eiserne)
Thundering along the highways and byways of Metro city a giant Humvee and the mad woman have caused quite the citywide disturbance. National news coverage! The theft itself had made the front pages with a cover shot of the city's mayor standing in an oversized yet noticeable empty parking lot chewing on a cigar with a grim set to his jaw.
The womans rampage having gone for a few days at this point being she was getting the hang of both the driving and in evading her on again off again police escort. They always fell behind if she pushed through residential or shopping areas hard or recklessly enough, The continued chases and reckless driving however has battered the armoured Humvee to close to the point of being a wreck; Greenery, assorted scrapes and swatches of paint decorate the side panels the armoured plates beginning to hang off and assorted clattering and clunking noises from both the engine and the wheel well.
Eiserne merrily whistles along to one of the local pop stations, having learnt the words tot his song hearing it three times an hour for the last few days. The interior of the Humvee is littered with wrappers, assorted good from her accidental discovery of lucrative 'Ram Raiding' and an assortment of plush cuddly toys and empty liquor bottles strewn about. She drives along carelessly gently rolling the wheel back and forth as the humvee sails between the few motorists brave enough to risk the roads and with the tortured squeal of metal and roar of the engine drowning all but the radio.
The escort falls behind again as she loops back into the busy portion of the city, this is a dance they and she seem to know the steps all to well for. The roads are smaller and anything the police tried much too risky at this point.
If this dance has become too much of a routine for Eiserne, then perhaps it is time she gets a new much funkier dance partner that the Metro City's popo. Someone who she has danced with before.
Back when he was being interviewed long ago, Mr. Jones was asked if he had ever considered joining the police force considering all his vigilante activity. At that moment, the movie star turned professional fighter's answer had been a resounding no; 'Ain't no way that I'll let those guys cramp my style' he had said before the cameras, earning him much annoyance from the authorities who already did not approve of his vigilante tendencies, while appreciated, Mr. Jones doesn't follow protocol and gleefully beats evil doers into submissions before hauling them to jail. He's a groovy guy, and it's exactly because of this that he cannot /possibly/ tolerate jerks who hurt people for the sake of hurting. Those things aren't....groovy.
As the eternal defender of tha' funk, Mr. Jones decides that he must put the differences he has with the police aside and assist them with this rage road problem. He has seen the news and has seen the face of Eiserne in the news, right after seeing re-runs of his movies now shown in the afternoons. His initial reaction to hearing such a mess was going on downtown was to scowl and prepare himself for a night of kicking teeth out, but the second he realized that it was his ol' dance partner Eiserne, the man froze, his features softened as he stared at the TV screen to see the mad giggling face of the acrobat girl. First he mentally kicks himself for bearing such ill thoughts to this girl with so much internal turmoil only to then steady himself and grimly realize that if anyone is to stop this girl it has to be him, otherwise, should the cops get ahold of her, or worse, Major Haggard, they would punish her unjustly for actions she cannot help. No, they would not be able to handle her, he made the same mistake when he first faced her, it's not punishment what she needs...it's enlightenment! She must be shown the ways of the funk at all costs!
Scratching that mental image he got of Eiserne with an afro and platform shoes, Mr. Jones picks up the phone and talks to a few connections he has with the police department. It's hight time he joined in on this dance.
Moments later, when Eiserne drives her thoroughly trashed Humvee through traffic, smashing her way through as she usually does, she'll feel that the police are giving up on the chase...again, as they usually do. Though this time, there's an extra factor in the chase, an old fashioned Mustang which speeds out from the police blockade racing directly behind the gargantuan car with reckless bravery, utterly unafraid of tailing the monstrosity. This car has a siren, marking it as part of the police, yet it's tactics are nothing like those of the local law enforcers as it tries to smash against the side of Eiserene's car while honking it's horn, much like a drunk driver would do. The sound of 'La Cucaracha' starts playing as the drivers continues to get Eiserne's attention and lowers the window so that the girl may get a clear view of his face.
Oh boy..it's the man with the big, round, fluffy hair!
"Yo!!" Mr. Jones calls out as he sticks his head out his car's window whilst in mid pursuit. "Funky police! Pull over!!"
The sound of the sirens not diminishing into the distance is a new movement to the music, her heart starts to quicken the tempo is speeding up. Eiserne takes the time to take her eyes off the road and watch the smaller car trailing along the traffic free wake behind her but coming up fast, pushing a little harder down on the accelerator she goose’s some more speed out of the Humvee despite its mechanical protests, its not long before the much faster car pulls up alongside regardless.
The weight of the car slamming into the side of the Humvee hardly transfers to the woman driving but for the sudden shift of momentum making the vehicle veer to the right, she deliberately correct but then angles the vehicle to the left slowly shunting the other vehicle towards the parked cars and other momentum arresting objects like dangerous power poles, its a gentle threat form such a heavy already rolling vehicle.
Up ahead a set of traffic lights turns red and a wave of people begin crossing the road, the siren coming closer alerts many of them and people begin to hurry but there is still people on the road and some milling about wondering what the commotion is about. The Humvee doesn't seem to be slowing down; In fact Eiserne seems to have propped both elbows on the drivers side and be leaning with her head out the window looking at the occupant of the car.
"...I know that guy. Yooo-hooooo fluffy hair!"
She waves in an overhead manner and expresses little concern for where the armoured vehicle tyurned missile is aimed, her own trajectory having angling them both towards the curb and the impending danger both both drivers and the public up ahead.
Driving, dancing, fighting. For Mr. Jones, they are all the same, they have the same movements. While obviously his rinky dinky Mustang is no match for the huge monster of Eiserne's stolen Humvee, this is no different from when he fought powerhouses like Gan, MURDERHOUSE and Faolan, like other fighters they had their own rhythm they followed, certain dance steps that he needs to take in order to survive.
As such, even though a full on collision would be downright suicide against the Humvee, Mr. Jones ain't gonna dance like that. The initial smash was naught but a love tap to get Eiserne's attention, since once she starts to menacingly drive her much bigger car towards him, Jonesy slowly starts to swerve out of the way to not get sandwiched between. He taps on the breaks to pull directly behind the Humvee and quickly swerve to the other side where he's relatively safe, although not so much for the poor pedestrians Eiserne will be running over!
"Over here!" He taps her again on the other side so that if she's still trying to smash him she'll have to swerve in the other direction. That's the problem with Eiserne you see, and the reason why Mr. Jones has taken it upon himself to tackle her head on. He /doesn't/ know if Eiserne is doing this on purpose or not. Is she really that evil and enjoys crashing cars? Or is she simply being a winsome child that doesn't know any better? Whichever the case, just as it's the case with his fights, Mr. Jones isn't hoping to stop Eiserne with sheer power, he's relying on the fact that he's a better driver to put an end to the acrobat's rampage. How old is she anyway? Clearly not enough to get a license!
"Hey! Yeah, it's me, baby!" Says Jonesy trying to yell at her from the other side. "I dunno what's gotten to ya, but Imma have to ask you to stop yo' car before you hurt yourself woman! Don't make this difficult!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones has started a fight here.
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Her entire upper body now hanging out of the fast moving vehicle Eiserne tries to follow the cars movements as it breaks and disappears behind the bulk of the Humvee. One hand shading her eyes as she tries to work out where the other car went to or if it will reappear even as she closes dangerously with the parked cards and hapless pedestrians.
"Lost him..."
The bump on the other side of the Humvee almost sending it directly into a collision course with the parked cars does encourage Eiserne to at least look the other way, the direction the Humvee is going!
"Idiot, you're going to get us killed like this, give over already." The gleeful look on her face still and then just seems quite irritated as she slips back inside the cabin of the suburban APC and quite expertly downshifts and begins to brake brining the Humvee to a gentle slow and stop just feet form the pedestrian crossing where people are only just now managing to get out of the way.
"Hrmp! they got out of the way, guess it was fine after all."
Rather than seeming happy about the fact she just looks all the more irritated by that fact, what a hassle. She gives the inside of the Humvee a quick lookaround but the liquor bottles are all quite empty and only the tantalizing smeel still remains.. well thats just a tease that pisses her off even more. The engine of the Humvee idles and ticks over while still sounding like it might die at any point. Eiserne just studies the ceiling of the cab, that looks like... a piece of peanut buttered bread definitely stuck to the roof of the cab.
"Fuckin' Kid. ...yeah Guess I'll see what he wants"
Eiserne coul hazard a guess, he might even want the same thing she did, It sucks being bullied by the other tenants in your own goddam head. The silver bracelet on her wrist pashes in the light as she kicks the door open and walks hops out of the Humvee, a tiny girl for such a large vehicle. She strolls around behind the Humvee scratching the back of her head and yawning obnoxiously with her free hand resting on her hip.
"Whaddya want already 'fluffy hair' I was kinda busy with something" An obnoxious use of the term they themselves had dubbed the man.
/He/ is going to get them killed? That's funny, considering Eiserne is the one currently /not looking where she's going
/He/ is going to get them killed? That's funny, considering Eiserne is the one currently /not looking where she's going!!!/
Mr. Jones offer no response to the taunts from the girl, only a disapproving glare offered from his shaded eyes, a stern look from the otherwise very jovial dancer. It's when he gets serious like this that people should watch out, Mr. Jones isn't a very groovy guy when he's pissed off. Fortunately, Eiserne does the right thing and stops before she hits the pedestrians crossing the street, that would have been disastrous! But deep within his heart Jonesy /knew/ that Eiserne wouldn't really do it, he still has a lot of fate on the girl. What does surprise him is that she actually stopped her car as he was ready to give chase her down the streets. It looks like his Mustang won't be wrecked needlessly tonight.
Mr. Jones also brings his car to a harsh stop and exhales a breath of relieved air watching the girl get down from the car. Before he also steps out, he purposely places his Mustang infront of the Humvee in an attempt to slow the car down just in case the girl decides to make a run for it and step on the gas. A futile effort and he knows it! The Humvee is likely just to flatten the old relic of his car and speed on by, but through its sacrifice it may be buy him the few seconds he needs. The path of justice is filled with sacrifices.
Fluffy hair, heh, such a nickname actually draws a smile from him as it reminds him that Eiserne is still capable of humor, jagged as it may be. The Funky Fighter opens the door to his car to step out and meet the girl face to face by the side of the streets, adjusting his shades, combing his 'fro before he walks right towards her. "Listen kid I---" And that's when the smell of liquor hits him like the proverbial Humvee to the face. The Groove Master covers his nose and reels back, eyes widening from behind his shades. "Sheesh!! Have you been drinking!!?? You're not old enough for that are you!?" Shaking his head and getting over the smell, Jones decides it's best not to antagonize Eiserne if he hopes to make this right. "Listen kid, I need ya to stop this nonsense. I ain't turning you over the cops, but this car's got to go before somebody gets seriously hurt!" His eyebrows frown, trying to sound assertive, but placid at the same time so as to not spook her. Honestly he's feeling like he's dealing with a wild animal, and he may be right.
"Please, I'm asking nicely here. Tell you what, I'll even get ya another car and teach you how to drive." Because clearly she doesn't "Wouldn't that be much better?" For now he hasn't noticed the bracelet the girl has, dismissing it as yet another trinket the gypsy wears.
Scratching the back of her head still Eiserne is less than impressed with the lesson if not the the sincerity of the retro dance-fighter. Still standing in the middle of the road in a possibly friendly stand-off between a girl who has been terrorizing the streets with reckless abandon and a celebrity turned vigilante who protects them. Eiserne isn't much in the right mind frame to want to bother with this kind of annoyance, she weathers the crack about her smelling of booze with only a slight lift of one eyebrow.
Insolence! He should be crushed where he stands for what he said. They should play with him, until he breaks! -Crush him to- ..touch his hair! -Grind his bones into- ..can we get clothes like that! They keep getting louder and more insistent, If she doesn't humour them soon she knows she will be swept aside by one of of those nagging little voices. The new voice had entirely too much influence over the other.
"SHUT UP!"
Eiserne knows she is losing control, but it still surprised in how others react to it her hands are pressed to the sides of her head against the noise and the pressure... she had to keep them entertained to stay in control, keep these games form getting to dangerous for herselves. Straightening up from the hunched over stance she pointedly looks over the Mustang and back to the dance fighter, time is running out.
"Move, or I will have go through you."
That faint hint that there is a reluctance to do so, but a warning that she WILL be doing so.
Jonesy ain't one to bother with the details. He doesn't know why Eiserne is acting this way, what are here motivations of the like; all he knows is that she's putting herself and other people in danger, thus she needs to be stopped. Because that is what heroes do in the movies. Mister Jones' shades reflect the sunlight of the setting sun behind them, the perfect background for this stand off, as he continues to watch Eiserne struggle with her inner problems. The actor's usual goofy countenance turned stern, firm cold and utterly immovable features remain stoic in the presence of the chaotic acrobat's storm. Usually he too is like that, an unpredictable whirlwind of movement and flights of fancy, but unlike Eiserne, he knows when to stop before he puts people in danger. Jones cannot approve of this level of chaos, it is no longer groovy.
As Eiserne continues to struggle with herself and shout out in annoyance to whatever voices torment her, the dance fighter remains still, ever watching, those shaded eyes of his never breaking contact with the erratic movements of the girl. Ever vigilant of what she might try to do, ready to save others and the girl herself if he needs to, Mister Jones exhales lightly when at long last Eiserne can't hold it back anymore telling him to move or pay the consequences.
"I ain't going nowhere!" Calls out tha' Jones, a very different side of him when Eiserne fought him back in Russia. There she saw the Goofball of a Clown. Tonight she meets the Hero.
Busting out his nunchcuks in rapid motion, the movie start turned vigilante twirls the metal sticks connected by a chain expertly around him before ending with one tucked under his armpit, hand extended with palm open towards Eiserne. So fast it sounds like he swung out a whip rather than the chucks. "Fortunately for you, I always save the babes. Even when they don't want me to."
An accusing finger points out then to Eiserne, willing to reason with her before things get too heated. "Last chance baby. Lose the car and we can both walk away from this." He can still feel the reluctance within the girl, he knows that she doesn't really want to do this. But he can't simply let her escape and continue her rampage. Something must be done, even if he'll regret it afterwards.
COMBATSYS: MrJones has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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MrJones 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Eiserne
The small girls lips twist, a bark of mirthless laughter escapes her lips, guess there no helping it. Not that she cares over-much about anything but survival and danger. Her brows draw down though her eyes are closed and head softly shaking as if she cannot believe the attitude of some people.
"Save me from who?"
Eyes light up and widen, the cute face all big wide eyes and boundless energy. The girl demurely points at herself, maybe worried that she was the target of the remakr but then grins widely. "Me? You hafta to beat me FIRST!" Eiserne is totally offended, he was nicer to the other Eiserne than he was to her! She was the pretty one, she was the fun one! She bristles in anger about that going so far as to stomp her foot and screech in building rage.
But its when her head tips back and the that horrible grin crosses her face, It twists her face into an amused and arrogant parody of what it was before, a smile that keeps stretching even wider as it studies Mr Jones for the Bug underfoot he is.
Something neither one nor t other of her personalities but at least it is silent but even it gives way to the simmering rage building up as Eiserne Stamps her foot with one last crash and stabs an accusatory finger at the dace fighter
"We're not friends any more. So I’m not holding back ANY more." Eiserne starts to unwind the single green cord woven around her body, the formerly razor sharp kunai in her hand seeming chipped and serrated. It quickly becomes apparent however shed lost one of those cords and she is unwinding a lot of what remains of her outfit and exposing a much less covering purple layer beneath. what's a vigilante to do when confronted fighting by a near half-naked crazy girl.
COMBATSYS: Eiserne switches her Mindset.
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MrJones 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Eiserne
It is not the crazy attitude of Eiserne that gets to Mister Jones, that he is used to, it's something that she says to him in midst mad tirade that causes his eyebrows to raise. Wait, what was that she said?
"We...were friends?" Well! That actually has the opposite effect on Mister Jones than Eiserne would hope for. He's not freaked out anymore, or even confused by the girl's wishy washy personality. Now with that realization that at one point, even for the slightest moment, Eiserne considered the retro fighter a good acquaintance, then it is all the excuse Johnny Jones needs to press on and do what's right!
"Then...in the name of our friendship! STAND DOWN!!" Jones has never taken part on any magical girl movies or high school dramas, but one wouldn't guess that from looking at him just now. He's like the poor man's knight in shinning afro.
"I don't want to do this girl, but you leave me no choice." Says the nunchuck wielding warrior with a shake of his head slowly starting to make his way towards the crazed girl whilst keeping his Jeet Kune Do stance at the ready. What's a vigilante to do indeed...
Why what they do with all their problems. Beat them with blunt objects 'till they learn their lesson. Just because he's good doesn't mean he's nice.
COMBATSYS: MrJones focuses on his next action.
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MrJones 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Eiserne
"Keeeeeeeeeee!"
Like a kettle starting to whistle and boil Eiserne is beginning to lose it. He's not even listening to her. She draws the dagger around in front of her and light gleams of the edges that aren't already chipped and scratched to form a nasty serrated edge. This scene has already played out once before, Eiserne had been beaten black and blue while hardly even tiring her opponent. A dour cautionary voice in the back of her head reminds her of this fact, she is scared. But she is also murderously angry.
%t"Then lets play!"
Anger infuses her voice so it lacks the childish double entendre, her lips split with an overly enthusiastic smile for the circumstances and just like that she draws an arm back and hurls the jagged dagger at Mr Jones. The cord whipping behind it as is laces straight at him, Her sense are inflames.. she can even see herself smiling in the man's glasses. She'll spear him good and throw him right into the side of the Humvee!
COMBATSYS: Eiserne successfully hits MrJones with Death Spindle.
Glancing Blow
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MrJones 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Eiserne
Just like Eiserene, Mr Jones also gets a sense of De Javu about this scene. He has been in this position before, nunchucks in hand in his Jeet Kune Do stance watching the crazed girl swinging her kunai directly at him with the clear intention of piercing him right between the eyes. Yet, something is different in this dance, and he doesn't mean just the location, or the circumstances. Take the kunai for instance, it was now jagged and serrated due to constant use, a reflection of what Eiserne was also going through, no doubt the girl had gotten into loads of problems, actually, there's no doubt about that considering she made the freaking headlines with her rampage through Metro City in the stolen Humvee. Something was wrong with Eiserne...well something was /wronger/, Jones can't pin point it, but something felt far stranger than it should be.
He had deflected the blow well last time, but just as there are variables in this situation it means he can't perfectly mimic the step he did when they last fought. The retro dancer sees the flying knife coming directly towards his face, the vision of the blade getting larger and larger on his shades, eyes growing wide and...he moves to one side in the last second. "EEK!" There's a sharp cut on his cheek where blood is drawn, leaking down to his jaw like like a crimson tear.
This just got very real.
"Little girls shouldn't play with sharp pointy things!" Is Mister Jones' response as he charges directly towards Eiserne, flicking his nunchuk at her nose to bop her a solid one. "WOOO!!"
Even in such a dangerous situation he still acts, moves and fights just like in his movies.
COMBATSYS: Eiserne blocks MrJones' Gaudy Punch.
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MrJones 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Eiserne
Eiserne brightens as her throw draws blood, the pretty red jewels that hang in the air then fall to the earth to flower. She looks up through long dark lashes at the much taller fighter rather than crane her neck. Mr Jones dashing in to strike at her face but this time the girl windmills her arm between the solid flail of the nunchuck and her still smiling face, that same arm held out wide with an open palm as the hilt of the jagged knife slaps against her palm.
That noise, the sudden return of the dagger functions as a distraction for the almost vertical lance of her left leg drilling up at Jones jaw from below.
This is all a new experience to Eiserne, she is staying in and going toe to toe with a renown expert in the field, and doing a lot better than she did last time! The gloomy self in the depths of her mind watches the fight still rather than curling up to sleep, if she were not so angry and focused upon Mr Jones she might even have noticed the mental flash of surprise.
"Quit. treating me. Like a KID!"
Eiserne has suffered, and still is, the fling of pain and displeasure when she blocked were as plain as the nose on her face. She hates pain, hates to hurt but it is the price for playing. She rolls backwards into a lean as the kick arcs higher and higher into the air.
COMBATSYS: MrJones endures Eiserne's Light Kick.
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MrJones 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Eiserne
Mr. Jones doesn't like hitting little girls, he really doesn't, but he cannot simply stand idly by and allow this to happen. It is not in his nature to turn a blind eye to a clear injustice, if there's anything he has learned watching martial arts movies while growing up; is that there's no greater evil than a good man doing nothing to stop a wrong.
Mister Jones is by no means, any sort father figure, but /somebody/ has to let this girl know that what she's doing is wrong. And if there's no one available but Jones, then he'll have to step up to do what he must, as he always does.
'I wish Elias was here, he'd be able to talk some sense into her.' Are Jones' thoughts after his steel nunchucks find Eieserne's arm and she returns the gesture by shooting a kick to his stomach. Joney clenches his teeth and continues his charge, barreling through that attack to jam the butt of his nunchuk right on Eiserne's face with great power and push her back against her ill gotten Humvee.
"Then quit acting like one!!"
COMBATSYS: Eiserne parries MrJones' Retro Knuckle!
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MrJones 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Eiserne
The grate abd clink of metal on metal and sound of the same under great stress as the fight seemingly pauses for a few heartbeats, both fighters locked in a power struggle. The tip of Eisernes kunai jammed through and trapping one of the chain links of the nunchaku. Metal grates again as Eiserne continues to test her strength against Jones with a sudden jerk, her eyes locked with the self reflected in his shades.
Incandescent rage she can feel the heat of it burning through out her body, Eiserne might be looking at or through Jones but now all is as a red haze. He's telling her what to do, demanding she behave in a certain manner. Punishment! Mockery! ~PAIN~ Eiserne just keeps getting stronger and more unstable the more she is pressed she grunts as she pulls even harder trying to disarm Jones in an outright power struggle despite losing much to him in both size and weight.
"Y-You. I won't lose to you."
She switches it up suddenly by dropping out of the power struggle and slashing the dagger diagonally down and across the front of his torso. A trail of near translucent purple tinted flame left in the wake of the slash.
"Never AGAIN!"
COMBATSYS: Eiserne wears a silver bracelet on her wrist.
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MrJones 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 [E] Eiserne
COMBATSYS: MrJones endures Eiserne's Heavy Strike EX.
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MrJones 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 [E] Eiserne
It is true that the girl is unstable, but Mister Jones has to wonder; to what extent really? So far he has seen many a different shade from her and every time they meet it's like he's meeting her for the first time. He made the mistake once before to truly think that the girl was evil, only to realize all too late that it wasn't really her fault the way that she acted. This was further cemented when he met her for the second time, so oblivious and unaware of her surroundings, dangerous and helpless at the same time, she's like a stray cat. This girl is not to be loathed, but pitted, even if she wouldn't like the fact.
Again, this would be a mission much better suited for the priest Elias, though being the vigilante that he is, Mister Jones is the next big thing. And it shows, considering the fairly poor job he's doing so far at stopping her rampage.
The actor finds his nunchuks hitting steel before they are forcefully yanked out of his hands causing him to grunt. "Dang yo!" Eiserne feels much stronger now, there was no way she could have outwrestled him before, there's something here that he's missing.
"Woman, you ain't listening to what I'm saying!!" Finding himself without a weapon to deflect the slashing dagger sent his way, the vigilante curls his arm to take the blow directly on his forearm, the serrated blade finding yellow thread and black skin cutting through both fabric and tissue causing him to grunt. "I don't want to fight you!!" Yet he still presses on, resuming his charge to bring both hands upon Eiserne's shoulders to slam her back upon the Humvee. It is an attack not meant to hurt, but to stun her and knock the fight out of her.
"I'm not your enemy!"
What has happened to you Eiserne? What's making you act this way?
COMBATSYS: Eiserne dodges MrJones' Aggressive Strike.
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MrJones 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 [E] Eiserne
Pitched backwards the girl can only grit her teeth and flail in the grip of a much larger and more powerful fighter, The Humvee rocks on its suspension as Mr Jones suddenly find himself in possession of a girl as ferocious as the likened stray cat. Feet wedged against the side of the Humvee in one case knocking off one of the armoured plates and trying to find new purchase before she slips. The can be no reasoning with someone lashing out and snarling as much as she is, or can there?
Stilled for a moment Eiserne looks up with big dark puppy dog eyes, He's not really a threat? HE IS TRYING TO STOP YOU! But he said- FOOL, YOU TRUST IN HIM OVER ME? The inside of her head is beginning to ache, the more exerting and dominating influence the Loud Voice chooses to exert the more pain and pressure inside her head. Muscles begin to bunch and tighter under her skin and throughout her whole body, The little girl is pushing back so hard that at the same time she is levering all she can against Jones the Humvee behind her is also sliding away.
There one voice of reason in the back of her head, one person left she can completely trust. 'Eiserne, If you aren't going to fight. You have to run. The only other person in the world she could absolutely rely on. The other Eiserne might even like Mr Jones, but that just made her jealous. He wasn't on /their/ side at all.
"That's a trick. If you were on my side you'd Let. Me. GO!"
COMBATSYS: Eiserne gains composure.
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MrJones 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 [E] Eiserne
Caught her? No, that would be far too easy. Mister Jones may have more experience and strength than the younger acrobat girl, but that by no means makes her an easy target. His hands feel like they touch shoulders and the light frame of Eiserne hits the back of the Humvee, yet he can clearly sense that he has no leverage on her, the girl can escape that grasp if she so wishes. Looks like she has also become much faster in the few weeks she hasn't seen her. Jones just /knew/ he couldn't let her out of her sight, look at what has become of her because of his irresponsibility? But he's not the girl's keeper, and he's not suited for this kind of jig. Anything that he can't fix with his fists is way beyond him.
Truly, what is a vigilante to do?
"I'll let ya go, scout's freaking honor." Says he as he steps back, still on a fighting stance to not appear weak in his demands. He knows that Eiserne values strength and trying to coddle her will lead him nowhere. He must be firm but flexible enough with his demands. "All I'm asking is that you lose the car and we can put this mess behind us. Look look.." He knocks his nunchuks aside as a gesture of good will. "No more hitting ya or nothin'" A pause as he thinks of what to do. "Tell ya what, we can go visit my friend Elias. He has a nice shelter for girls like you and you can meet Alice! I bet you two would get along just peachy." Jones says failing to say that it's because they're both crazy.
"Come on girl...let's get outta here before the popo arrives."
Again he tries to reason with her, but his eyes are open and his senses sharp in the event that Eiserne continues attacking. Which is very likely.
COMBATSYS: MrJones focuses on his next action.
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MrJones 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 [E] Eiserne
Eiserne drops to the ground and into a huddled crouch, she warily watches the Nunchaku though her eyes drift back and forth to the face. Telling the truth? NO Trust? NO! Maybe she could- YOU INSIGNIFICANT WORM! YOU WILL OBEY ME!! Pain blooms throughout her body but the focal point is the thin silver bracelet around her wrist, Eisernes hand balled into a fist and pulling tightly at her own fringe hardly registers as she whimpers. That's enough, Eisernes more subdued and gloomy personality closes the metaphorical box that insulates and protects that tiny shred of innocence and delight left inside of her. I'll handle things from here.
*clap* *clap* "You pass, Soothed the savage beast."
A very slow clap and complete change posture accompanies the shift in her mannerism and attitude. Raising her arm so that her forearm is parallel in front of her face causes the silver bracelet to shift and glint as she glances over the chipped Kunai; Disapproving of its condition she sheaths it through one of the thin purple straps that seem to make up the entirety of her clothing.
"But, I'm afraid- someone is cracking the whip."
It's a cryptic message, one she cannot even hope to actually convey what is going on but the regret and the clear intent to continue fighting is plain.
COMBATSYS: Eiserne switches her Mindset.
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MrJones 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 [E] Eiserne
There's a change again, though Jones can't say if that's good or bad. He recognizes this more calm and collected side of Eiserne, although nowhere near good enough to declare if this is to his advantage, or he just pissed her off. Good or bad, Eiserne is showing no signs of coming along nicely, it's clear she wants to fight, even if she hasn't assumed any stance to speak of. That's not necessarily a telling sign since you never with these street brawlers, even dexterous ones like the acrobat.
"Well, ya know me. I'm all about pleasing the crowds." There's a smirk from Jones when those sarcastic claps are heard, the man does love his praise, before it turns into a scowl again. "And I do so hate evil masterminds."
Tha' Jones gets the hint, it's like he thought, someone's pulling the strings here! Though he can resolve this later once he has knocked the fight out of Eiserne. His path is clear now, take her down, run away with her before the cops come and take her to Elias for exorcism.
Simple? Right!?
"HAAAAIII!" At least as simple as a quick back hand right for the forehead.
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits Eiserne with Jab Punch.
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MrJones 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 [E] Eiserne
The blow has a force to equal the stylish delivery, Eiserne doesn't even move so much as just 'take it on the chin' in this case rocking her head back and the girl staggers back just trying to keep her feet. It was a good hit but it was all speed.. not enough to scare her into even trying to defend. TRADE BLOOD FOR BLOOD the voice takes on an approving quality as she simply ignores the incoming attack and tries to land her own kick.
The Loud Voice contented with the rising heat and anger of battle even Eiserne is getting caught up in it. Destroy her opponent, keep them safe.
"I've been looking forward to fighting you again. Like I said before... I like strong men."
She can't disobey that voice, not just now, not that she really wants to. It's Just here at this moment; she gets to fight him again, revenge for herself but also the new-found pleasure of battle. Everything will be better for the meantime if she can win, if she can avoid killing him. If she kills him he won't be able to save her.
COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks Eiserne's Strong Kick.
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MrJones 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 [E] Eiserne
Many fault Jones for acting so flamboyantly in situations like this. This isn't a movie they will say, this is a fight in the streets! Though little they would know that Mr. Jones isn't acting here, this is how he truly fights. Movies are like life should truly be; beat up the bad guys, save the babes and get a happy ending. This is what Jones strives for and it will /be/ how this story goes.
Even if Eiserne fights him every inch of the way.
"Okay babe, but maybe in a couple of years." She's awfully young after all to be flirting with an older guy like Johnny Damon.
Flirting (or whatever the hell is Eiserne doing) will have to be left for another time. There's a kick coming his way and Jones lifts his own leg to block the incoming blow. Blood for Blood the voice says? Sounds like a good idea. "
"WASHA!" Jones makes a swift jump to swing a kick of his own towards Eiserne's stomach as soon as her own blow lands on his guard.
COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits Eiserne with Slide Double.
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MrJones 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 [E] Eiserne
Doubling over the boot in her gut Eisernes now sluggish and straightforward movements seem a far cry form the acrobatic agility she had been displaying. But all those muscles are tight and strong, a kick that would have doubled her over and disabled her barely draws even a grunt. Grasping hands close down around that slippered foot holding it in place. A tight grip but she chooses to grab tightly onto the material of the pants leg rather than the fighters leg itself
"Caught you."
As anyone who has seen Eiserne fight knows one or both of the things to protect, and both of them from lowblows. Like this one! She Kicks up along the inside of his leg, the lowest of blows and completely unacceptable form of fighting.. except for the fact it works so very well.
"I think I'm having fun, are you?"
COMBATSYS: Eiserne successfully hits MrJones with On The Rocks.
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MrJones 1/-----==/=======|=====--\-------\0 [E] Eiserne
Kicks are dangerous that way. That's why in most brawls, people tend to stick to just punches. More straight forward, less chance of exposing certain parts of yourself...certain 'tender' parts.
"UNGH!!"
With his leg caught like that, Jones was in no position to avoid a kick to the jewels. This would only be the second time Jones gets kicked there in a street fight, as far as he can remember anyway. He may have or have not passed out from pain last time. Note to self; wear a cup when going to patrol the streets.
"Oh yeah..nggh...totally..." Injured as he may be, Jones is also in a position to deliver a counter attack to Eiserne's face and he goes for the right slug directly for the girl's jaw! "HRUAA!"
COMBATSYS: Eiserne blocks MrJones' Funky Impact.
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MrJones 1/-----==/=======|=====--\-------\0 [E] Eiserne
The impact from the hit is enough to stir the hair framing her face and fringe bearing the brunt of the attack on her forearm she cant help but /almost/ smile. Eiserne is having fun, adrenaline courses through her system now that she has taken a little damage and landing a hit of her own was thrilling. Novice that she is though Eiserne can recognise someone stronger than her. He moves faster, His blows still hurt and its hard just to catch him, its hard to say which will win but its clear to her: he's better. But is he better than she is powerful?
Eiserne continues to soak up damage but every time she lands a hit she KNOWS that it hurt. But watching how he moves, the things he does.. fast, fluid. Powerful. Maybe that's what she should try to do as well.
COMBATSYS: Eiserne focuses on her next action.
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MrJones 1/-----==/=======|=====--\-------\0 [E] Eiserne
Just being better won't cut it, being faster, stronger or even more skillful is not enough in a fight. The only thing that matters is the will to do what you must, tough out the incoming blows and deliver heavy strikes of your own. He had taken it easy at first with the girl which was costing him now, the previous attacks were relatively weak, but they had struck him nonetheless and he could feel his stamina slowly giving up on him. But this is when he needed to press on, for Eiserne's sake, he needed to bring her down.
The attack continues, his slug lands on a defensive arm though at least this means he has let go of his leg. With both feet now back on the ground, Jones clenches his teeth and moves forward still, attacking with the other arm to send the piston like strike down below where Eiserne is not protecting herself, striking her right in the liver.
"WOASHAA!"
COMBATSYS: Eiserne counters Medium Punch from MrJones with Sangaree.
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MrJones 1/---====/=======|======-\-------\0 [E] Eiserne
The humvee veers dangerously as Eiserne lets go of Mr Jones and jumps back right into it, The force of the Jones swing even helping propel her with her own hand covering the front of his fist. Remaining glass in the widows cracks further or finally gives in under the impact and weight of her body and then shatters noisily, the suspension groans. But Eiserne is perched high atop the Humvee, Legs tucked up behind her and leaning forward like a hopeful and hungry buzzard.
The Vehicle groans, she's not just leaning forward so much as she is tensing, rivets and seams start to go before that moment she releases her grip and dives down upon him. A spear tackle delivered at a high velocity, the kind of power glomp that could end a professional football career. The blow smashes them both into the ground, not the most sane of tactics a fighter should try and perhaps the only reason it could ever work.
Mister Jones knows exactly how much crazed tactics work in moments where you least expect them. Which is why he knows that he's in a world of trouble when Eiserne catches his fist and uses it to jump up the Humvee like a wrestler getting ready to body slam someone to the ground.
"Oh snap beans."
A grunt of pain as he's body checked and down Jonesy goes hitting the ground hard, attempting to break his fall as best he can by slapping the ground with his hands, though that hardly does anything to stop the unforgiving concrete.
Coughing, Jones just lays there for a moment beneath Eiserne's relatively light weight and goes to take off his shades. Looks like it's that time to get funky.
"What? Is glomping the best you can do?"
Sure, rile a girl that is currently kicking your ass, but Tha' Jones still thinks he can get the flow back to his side if he can get Eiserne to do something foolish.
COMBATSYS: MrJones gains composure.
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MrJones 1/----===/=======|======-\-------\0 [E] Eiserne
Eiserne grunts, lying face down beside Jones with her arm and shoulder across his abdomen. She levers herself up onto all fours, definately feeling the effects of that last attack a little. Unsteady in her movements and her hands are shaking but still moving with a purpose. She hauls back a fist and sits up, nearly enough to make her overbalance but she swings it back down at the prone fighters gut.
"Getting beat up -- the best you -- can do?"
She knows it isn't but she is imitating him, trying to do what he does, use what he uses even if she doesn't comprehend the why for. She growls with the effort as she makes that swing, A blow hard enough it could crater the asphalt right beneath his wiry body.
"Huaaaagh"
The sirens are closing in, that police escort she had evaded and toyed with for so long must be closing in now realizing that her rampage had come to an unexpected hault.
COMBATSYS: MrJones fails to interrupt Strong Punch from Eiserne with Way of the Groove Master.
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MrJones 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 [E] Eiserne
Mister Jones makes a movement to jump back to his feet all stylish like, ready with a sassy response and a move to follow it up. However, as soon as he finds himself back on his feet there's a heavy fist hitting him right in the mouth sending him right back to the ground!
"OUFGH! Yes...apparently that's the best I can do..."
The funk wasn't with him tonight and Mister Jones is reminded rather harshly that stuff ain't like in the movies sometimes.
Breathing hard but not really fatigued, Eiserne is winning, she really is. Why is it then she feels nothing but dispair at that prospect. Hand on her own upraised knee she pushes herself to her feet and turns to stare in the direction of the sirens. How close? She can see the lights make out individual cars. She's running out of time and looking down at Jones she feels that that's enough.
"Just stay down... It's over."
I win. Those words are so shallow she can't even make herself say them but she is already turning her back on Mr Jones to walk back toward the Humvee. There are no real heroes like there are in movies (not that she had ever seen any of his.) The voices in her head are stilled though she still has a throbbing headache. They don't seem to care whether anyone lives or dies, just for that struggle and rise it gets out of her or are suppressed hard enough that they don't have to see what she is doing, protecting them.
"It was a good fight"
COMBATSYS: Eiserne gains composure.
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MrJones 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 [E] Eiserne
Stay down and play dead. Someone had told him that before where he was in a similar position and the only thing it caused was give Mr. Jones the will and energy to get back up. To go against all odds and do what is right, and this, this wasn't right.
"In the immortal words of Lenny Kravitz; It ain't over till it's over!"
Jones doesn't give up, he can't, it's physiologically and physically impossible for him to throw the towel. Maybe if it was something that only affected him, but this is Eiserne, a girl who does not deserve whatever it is that is happening to her. This is for her, this is what heroes do, stubbornly refuse to yield to evil and fight until their last breath.
Plus he hasn't put up a good show.
"HUAAAAAA!!" Bouncing back to his feet with the same energy before he got punched in the mouth. Johnny Jones Damon gets on a squat position and launches himself directly towards Eiserne, ramming his knuckle onto her back and keep going forward where he can slam her face first on the Humvee's window.
COMBATSYS: Eiserne interrupts Retro Knuckle from MrJones with Chaser.
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MrJones 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 [E] Eiserne
Picking himself up and keeping going, that's what heroes do. Its what Johnny Damon /does/ when the world gives him lemons. But its what Eiserne does as well. Survive, starve today that you might live to see tomorrow. Don't take risks. Don't trust people. Take what you need when you can. Small things nobody will notice. It's her life, a small thing nobody notices and that's what sustains her.
The dance fighter's knuckles sink into the pale flesh of her back, eiserne is already rolling her hips and twisting. That indrawn hiss of pain and moment of panic when all that force is brought to bear on her poor spine turns into a jolt of fear and adrenaline. She Steaps hack ramming into him with her hip but then a second hit as she thrusts backwards and up collecting his entire body with a collective smash across her back.
Its enough. A comical sight to see the long gangly limbs of the tall fighter and the diminutive form of the girl supporting him. He never give up when maybe he even should have. Her lips part with words unheard and she rolls her shoulder dropping into a kneel, gently lowering him to the ground and laying him down carefully.
The police cars are already here now, tires screech and doors are thrown open, maybe a dozen cars arranging themselves in a way to block the Humvees escape and the Mustang blocking its progress the other direction.
In the end, Eiserne's will to survive outweighs Mister Jones' will to help. Even if he was just trying to help, it's like trying to hold an animal still to give them a vaccine, there's no reasoning with a mentality like that, just that pain is bad and it should be avoided at all costs. Today such a simplistic outlook of life beats of ever deeply philosophical ideals of right and wrong, when Jones slams into the girl only to get turned around and crushed between her and the Humvee. As he had said before 'it ain't over till it's over' well now it was.
"I'm sorry..." He manages to say with the wind knocked out of him as he gently lowered down to the ground, never mind that the police have arrived to intercept the Humvee, he didn't want them to get a hold of Eiserne.. it could have gone better than this.
"I failed you...my friend."
COMBATSYS: MrJones takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: MrJones can no longer fight.
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There a news copter prowling overhead now, how long had they been fighting? Eiserne glances up at the bulbous steel bird levitating far outside of her reach, right up at the camera as the cops start to close in. The seem to be refraining from using firearms, perhaps because of the very news copter and the appearance of a small female being brought down by so much force. There are maybe thirty officers closing in, too many to escape but Eiserne is not sure that's even her plan any longer.
The first one goes down to a simple kick, the next she has to come around to even throw a punch at. There's yelling and chaos as dozens of men, barehanded and with truncheons try desperately to subdue the girl. Eiserne finally managed a good solid hit on one office with a head butt. Eyes roll right back into his head as he drops, damn that felt good. She's terrified and fighting for all she's worth but its a futile battle against these kinds of numbers. These cops aren't complete amateurs; Dragging her down and piling on top they finally manage to subdue her though she struggles ferociously. She won't got quietly, she cannot. Old fears and fear of the unknown, she does her very best to escape.
The News at Six o’Clock today was about the apprehension of a crazed woman who had been on a citywide rampage in a light armoured vehicle. The heroic actions of the police department and an unknown vigilante subdued the woman before more lives could be placed at risk.
Tucked away in the corner of her cell Eiserne hasn't looked up, spoken or moved in the some few hours since she had been taken into custody. All she can think back to is that one moment that changed her life, the first time in her life she had ever used the words...
"Thank you."
And meant it. Whatever comes now.
Log created on 19:40:08 12/22/2011 by Eiserne, and last modified on 14:28:51 12/27/2011.