Description: China's war machine quickly moves through Asia, reaching down even as far as Indonesia. A large unit of Chinese soldiers takes a building in its capital once used in filming for one of Mr. Jones' movies - something that gives him an advantage when he decides to try and take his skills to the real forefront of war. A fight between him and a very large number of soldiers is stretching suspension of disbelief... but when a certain young man, by chance, decides it's been long time to stand up for himself... the two prove to overcome the odds.
China's righteous offensive is quickly flooding through mainland Asia. The people of the Republic of Indonesia have been displaced already by the march. Numerous men came by ship from China. The casualties are already being tallied up - their own nation's military is in a losing battle to push the zealous invaders out.
Some might say it is already lost, as a very large entertainment building in the very capital of Jakarta has been held by an all-but unopposable battalion of soldiers into a makeshift base of operations.
Incidentally, this very building was a site for one of Mr. Jones' films back in the day.
"So," says a man in fancy military dress and a full head mask up on the top floor, in an important-looking office whose accented speech does not suggest he is actually of Chinese heritage. "How fares the others?"
"Their defeat will be sure and swift!" Replies an eager subordinate, who actually is Chinese.
"We are awaiting your word, sir!" Says another.
"Very well." The man sits in a very comfortable office chair, crossing his hands together. He smiles behind his mask, knowing full well that a certain someone will smile at this performance. He did, after all, organize this entire attack on Indonesia by himself.
Their presence is very visible. Armed Chinese soldiers patrol the very perimeter of this fancy building - once an up and coming entertainment center, now it is a foreboding monument to inevitable doom. Barricades have already been set up to provide ample hiding places for ambush by the Chinese.
Is there any man brave enough to show them out...?
COMBATSYS: PRC Battalion has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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War... war never changes. Except when it does. But does it really? Maybe it doesn't.
What one Mister Johnny Jones Damon is trying to get here is that this is the real deal. The whole enchilada as some would say. No safety nets or repeat shots, he had saved the world before a camera before, but was he ready to save the world, for real!?
Sure, he had cleaned the streets before from /real/ criminals, criminals that were packing heat and would have no doubt killed him had he lost. Ol' Jonesy can throw them punches even against guys carrying firearms as he had proved to do in the past, yet these guys weren't no two bit punks with rinky dinky Glocks and MAC-10's, these were professional soldiers. Does he have what it really takes to be a hero? To live his childhood dreams of becoming /that guy/ of the films. The one that always beats the villain and saves the babe?
There's only one way to find out. But if he's gonna do this, he's gonna have to do it right.
Because as it so happens this place once had the honor of having one of Mr. Jones' films take place. The Groove Master knows all the sneaky back entrances and enters the building from a blind spot. He even kept a set of keys and everything.
Yet as he flies into action, it is not Johnny Jones who the Chinese soldiers meet but...a Power Ranger?
Jones even kept the outfit too it seems.
"Evil doers! Prepare to get horribly mutilated!!!" So says...the Black Power Ranger as he just goes to slam a fist on the chest of the first guard he sees to cause temporary cardiac arrest. He ain't looking to kill nobody after all. True heroes don't kill!
If they can help it.
"WOOATAAA!"
COMBATSYS: MrJones has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: PRC Battalion fails to interrupt Gaudy Punch from MrJones with Bum Rush.
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Heads turn. Red laser sights from rifles are pointed at the mysterious Black-Suited Hero the moment he makes his entrance through a place they did not know about. The besieged-upon guard loses his footing from the powerful palm strike. This advantageous surprise strike ends up having disastrous consequences for the invading forces as said guard stumbles into another rushing up the stairs to subdue the intruder - and another, and another. It's a domino effect down some stairs, one that would be for the cameras were this a show.
It's not a show. Fortunately for his conscience, if anybody ever has the presence of mind to figure out, there aren't any outright deaths from this pile-up.
"Intruder!" Screams a bunch of them as they start coming down the steps from above while those below, unfortunately, are delayed by physical pile-up of unfortunate soldier bodies. Mr. Jones, for the moment, has the advantage to figure out how to position himself in regards to the forces. Shots are fired frantically but, for the moment, wildly inaccurately because the costume blends a little too well with the wall art behind Jones.
Upstairs, at the top...
"Sir!" Says one of the Chinese security officers watching footage from above. "We have an intruder!"
"How many?" Asks the masked commander, seemingly unconcerned.
"Just the one!"
"We have over a thousand men in this building." The commander says in an even tone of voice. "If he is not dead in the next ten seconds..."
Is it really safe to write off a guy like the suited ranger as being dead in ten seconds?
Jonesy heedlessly rushes head first into a rain of fire and slams his fist on a guard. And wouldn't you know it? This actually has positive results! The man he punched ended up flying backwards to collide with a bunch of his buddies and bring them all down a top one another as they all fell down the stairs.
"Cool! Domino effect!" Jones' muffled voice from under his Power Ranger helmet is heard as he impresses himself, capable of keeping his goofy personality despite the danger he's in. Actually he thinks that happened in one of his scenes at the movie he filmed in this place, it was destined to be.
The Black Power Ranger crouches slightly when shots are fired in his general direction from guards coming from downstairs. However, if he remembers correctly from the movie he filmed the main villain was seated upstairs, not down. Looks like he's heading up then and he's using the stairs.
Jonesy positively jumps to the next floor, that suit must give him for real superpowers if he's pulling such feats of dexterity all of the sudden. As he ascends, he no doubts meet more resistance and goes to cyclone kick the first soldier on the back of his head to send him tumbling down the stairs too and meet his buddies.
"WATAA!"
COMBATSYS: PRC Battalion auto-guards MrJones' Bicycle Kick!
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The Black Power Ranger ascends rapidly, but the net effect of surprise is quickly wearing off.
Nobody could mistake any single man among the supposed thousand (or more) people in this building as being an equal match for Mr. Jones in martial skill. The movements and strikes are very real, even if they were made famous in fantasy - however, the one soldier he encounters manages to display a legitimately skillful defense to the cyclone kick, retreating backwards and slapping his hands out to minimize the impact of the kick and/or any that follow it immediately.
Way downstairs, a new group of soldiers are charging back up with the idea to - eventually - catch the suited intruder in a pincer attack. Much, much more relevant to Mr. Jones' continued health are of those who have already taken defensive positions behind quickly-erected barricades and sandbags, shooting at him in measured bursts with appreciable amounts of lead.
More lead than should be necessary in which to take out a single man.
Upstairs...
"Is he dead yet?" Asks the commander.
"No sir, but the men downstairs are going to move up to--"
The commander snarls, and shouts loudly enough that he almost manages to break the sound of gunfire far, far beneath him. "KILL HIM OR YOU STAIN YOUR FAMILY'S NAME WITH SHAME!!"
COMBATSYS: PRC Battalion successfully hit MrJones with Cover Fire.
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After the China's movements into other countries, Quon ended up thinking about what Sagat had said to him. About standing up to Shadaloo. About fighting the good fight. He thought about how he couldn't look his friend Antoine in the eye if he didn't do something and so he made a trip to Indonesia to see what he could do.
When he came upon this area he recognized the uniforms of the Chinese military and a part of him became sick.
In the middle of it all he sees a man in a black power ranger outfit which causes an immediate raise of the eyebrow but adding two and two he knows that he would be an ally. He rushes into the fray and leaps high into the air before descending feet first through a line of Chinese soldiers. Whatever misgivings he would've had about attacking his countrymen are replaced with the thoughts of his country betraying him by outlawing him and ilk.
COMBATSYS: Quon has wandered into the fight here on the right meter side.
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"Hey not bad!" Mr. Jones has to give credit where credit is due, that was a pretty snazzy block even if he was from a red army Gumby. Being all sportsman like, Jones fails to realize that there's no time for chivalry at a time like this, not while he's getting shot at!
"Agh!" The Black Power Ranger is in trouble! As his kick is deflected, he finds himself pushing himself against a wall to avoid as much fire as he can bringing his arms up to protect his body as best he can. The bullets collide with him head on, and this ain't like in the show where sparks fly leaving only burnt mark. He bends over holding his stomach looking like that really hurt. Is he dead already?
"Ouch." Miraculously he straightens up and pats his stomach. That suit ain't just for show, it looks like it's made out of kevlar! "That's gonna leave a mark." As he gets himself back in position the Power Ranger finds himself assisted by a young Chinese boy who starts attacking the soldiers with him. "Hey! What's up!?" He greets him cordially as he goes into the offensive as well. "You don't look like one of these goons! Come here to aid the plight of justice!?"
The washed up movie star truly believes what he preached on his movies, and it is this fantasy world ideal he has that drives him on to attack again despite having taken a few bullets already. A back handed fist to the soldier that's giving him trouble, straight for the face.
"SHOO!!"
COMBATSYS: PRC Battalion endures Quon's Eagle Catches Mouse.
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COMBATSYS: PRC Battalion blocks MrJones' Jab Punch.
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The fact that these numbers - great as they are - are so very tightly compacted together means that any advance of fist or foot by the intrepid duo is liable to have collateral damage on the numbers. Quon's dramatic entrance contributes to this, from whence he comes into the large entertainment center with a spiral staircase and narrow, circular paths winding ever upward. A handful of soldiers topple from collateral via toppling bodies.
Upstairs...
"Sir, there's a second intrud--"
"We have one thousand men." The commanding officer's voice is furious. "One, two, three, four, five, it is irrelevant." Even so, the commander has figured out what the real problem is - there's fighters here. After they went through the effort to purge those of such power from China...
"Sir?" Asks another officer. "Do you have any ord--"
"KILL THEM!" He shouts. "AT ANY COST, KILL THEM!!"
Back down to the action...
Quon may find cause to see hatred and illness in his heart as his own countrymen begin blatantly /shooting/ through their own to try and tag him as orders to this effect of 'at any cost, kill them' can be heard cleanly through radios.
Quon's intrusion gives Mr. Jones a bit more breathing space, while those before him hiding behind their barricades reload their clips and prepare to shoot another volley at him - as it stands, the single punch really only knocks over one pile of sandbags courtesy of the face-punched soldier whom previously blocked skillfully. Maybe one good, strong, powerful attack can bring the barricade line down and allow further advancement up?
COMBATSYS: Quon blocks PRC Battalion's Lead Curtain.
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Quon bounces off of the soldiers and twists away from them and lands on the ground skidding away from them before turning to the Black ranger who has a very familiar voice. "No just tired of seeing the weak being bullied and tired of getting pushed around. Tonight is the night I take my life back!"
He then goes into his Chongquan stance bouncing for just a moment before laying into a group of soldiers with a series of palm strikes. "You sound familiar."
This guy is pretty tough! But he oughta be being a soldier and all, it's not like Jones expected them to be pushovers. However, even the mightiest fall against the might of Mister Johnny Jones and the soldier is knocked upon a wall of sand bags where he attempts to recuperate. From the looks of it, the obstacle is also barricading the path upstairs, which tells Johnny that he should clear two birds with one shot.
As for the boy who assists him in his plight. "That's the spirit!" Says he as he rushes to deliver a palm strike of his own directly to the soldier's chest to burst the sandbag barricade behind him. "Of course I sound familiar!" Jones laughs under his helmet to the boy.
"I'm the Black Ranger!"
Everyone knows about him!
"WOOOAATAAA!"
COMBATSYS: PRC Battalion endures Quon's Strong Punch.
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COMBATSYS: PRC Battalion interrupts Funky Impact from MrJones with Napalm Cannon.
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Quon moves to take his life back as the Chinese - people of his own nationality! - seem intent and ready to end their own lives to stop him from claiming it back. Whether it through a newfound surge of resolve, the strength of Chongquan, or any combination thereof, Quon's series of punches manage to hold the crowd back trying to get upstairs in pursuit.
Upstairs...
"Sir, they're about to break through!"
"No. No, they're not." The commander grimly tells them the truth of the matter as he presses a button on the intercom. "Gunnery Unit 3... fire."
Back downstairs...
Gunnery Unit 3 - a quickly-erected napalm cannon higher up - hesitates only briefly when the word comes in. Fire, the commander says, as a good number of their men are holed up where the cannon is set to fire.
As Mr. Jones blasts through barricades - sending man and construction flying apart in the trailblaze forward - the gunner bows his head and apologizes so profusely to his own countrymen as the napalm round is fired.
Immediately, it splashes and explodes right where Mr. Jones is crossing, setting almost the entire floor ablaze in an agonizing inferno. A part of the staircase collapses outright from the impact of the shell that spreads it, that should stymie their climb upward.
...Or does it? There's a number of decorative dangling chandelier pieces, two tapestries, and a long, loose cord dangling earlier from when they cut off wiring from some other part of the building.
Their movements. Their coordination. Though the napalm cannon was new weaponry he can at least recognize they were trained in a similar manner to those soldiers that almost killed him some time ago. After the explosion from the cannon, Quon charges in through the gap that Jones had created, but not without warning. "Be careful. They will even kill themselves to kill you."
His movements are a blur as his foot seems to appear in several places at once, kicking as many soldiers as he can with incredible speed. He then glances towards Jones.
As the Black Power Ranger blasts through the sand bag barricade, grinning under his helmet, he finds himself staring at the depths of a cannon's barrel.
"No..." They wouldn't dare! There's still a bunch of soldiers around him "Get out!!" Yells Mister Jones as he manages to grab the soldier's leg and toss him to the side leaving himself exposed to the incoming barrage of napalm.
"AAAAAAGGGH!!" The Black Ranger naturally, FREAKING EXPLODES as things tend to do when they get shot by cannons. But instead of flying into tiny little bloodied pieces, he manages to push himself backwards and use the explosion to fly a distance back where he lands on a smoky pile, just in time to hear Quon's warning. "Yeah...you ain't kidding! Man...what's up with these guys?"
Jones kicks himself back to his feet and dusts his Black Ranger suit. That kinda hurt a little. "Gimme a sec." Says he as he takes his helmet off with some difficulty
*Pop!* The afro poofs out when he shows his face revealing to be none other than Mister Johnny Jones himself. "Phew, forgot how hot it gets in there, haven't wore this thing in years."
COMBATSYS: MrJones gains composure.
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COMBATSYS: PRC Battalion blocks Quon's Seven Dragon Tails.
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As Quon leads the charge through the fiery inferno upwards, he finds himself at the forefront of a new series of well-placed barricades. The odd trick where he seems to be in multiple places at once is enough to catch a small group of them behind the first one, but it's going to take a bit more to shove through and keep going up - just right after them is solid ground, a whole new, fancy floor.
Upstairs...
"Sir, they're almost to the top," says one officer.
The commander is silent, weighing his options between sure success and a down-right dirty way to cover this failure and still come out on top - he has not heard word about the main fighting fronts.
Downstairs...
Before Quon, as the rapid kicking assault comes to a close, is a beautiful glass backdrop of the city below. The setting sun provides a dreary backdrop to where China threatens to bring the night of oppression and fear. What light of the land below he can see beyond it is quickly obscured by a growing shadow.
It's an unmarked attack helicopter facing the floor where Quon stands. Its gatling guns roar to life and immediately fire inside, glass shattering and flying about like a hailstorm as it tries to take down Quon in a dramatic flurry of lead, aided by gunfire from the numerous soldiers behind defensive positions.
It's a lot of bullets.
COMBATSYS: Quon dodges PRC Battalion's Huge Thrown Object.
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Commence fan-boying subdued only by the fact that there are a massive amount of people with implements of death and destruction out to end both of their lives. "Cool! I watchec all of your movies!"
And then bullets come. <"Oh hell,"> he says in Mandarin which should be familiar to some of the army.
And then Quon does what he didn't do when he was facing those soldiers back in China. He dodges for all he's worth. His yellow kung fu outfit gets riddled with bullets but none ever connect with flesh. He hops to the next barricade as he makes his way up the steps and pulls in some chi forming it into his hands and pushing outwards sending out a rippling bubble of chi in front of hitting the barricade and driving a soldier backwards into the ranks of the remaining combatants.
Sweet, how awesome is to find a fan of his movies amongst all this destruction? Mister Jones flashes a smile up at Quon when he totally starts fan boying over him but doesn't dwell much on it seeing they're kind of under fire and all. "Look out brotha!" Says tha' Jones as he puts his Power Ranger helmet back on, that thing is made out of Kevlar too and he rather not take any shots to the head...they might mess up the 'fro! More so than wearing a helmet already does.
"Those are some pretty snassy moves there homes!" Jonesy yells over at Quon as he clears the hole made by the napalm cannon with a jump. Clearly this guy really is a fan of his movies, where could he have learned moves like that? Once he joins the fray once again, Jones rushes directly towards the gunner that had blasted him earlier, seeking to end his team killing ways with a flying kick directly to the face!
"WOOOAASHAAA!"
COMBATSYS: PRC Battalion just-defends Quon's Roaring Guardian!
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COMBATSYS: PRC Battalion endures MrJones' Slide Double.
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Quon's Mandarin utterance is hard for most to hear above the shouting of radio shouting, gunfire, and... explosives? The question mark on the last bit is worthy of such punctuation. It sounds like something's going on beneath them. The arrogance in which the napalm round was ordered does provide them only one blessing - it may be difficult for any Chinese forces still below them to catch up.
Or does it?
Jones, with his knowledge of the building, may recall there's other ways up here besides the staircase (and besides the elevator) as they near the top and the /seeming/ last of the defenses.
Quon, however, will know something is up the moment an intercom breaks out with a voice speaking Mandarin that - to his native ears - he can tell is not that of a native speaker.
"CRUSH THEM! FOR YOUR GLORIOUS COUNTRY! YOUR LIVES ARE BUT A SMALL TRIFLE TO THE GRAND CAUSE!" So shouts the commander's voice over intercom.
Quon, for his part, manages to push back several soldiers who move past the barricade in an attempt to gun him down, but as the chi ball hits the barricade behind them, it collapses down in height slightly, folding into itself but otherwise intact - there is some serious anti-fighter tech in play here.
Jones, meanwhile, slams his
foot not only into the face of one who decided to kill his own to try and stop them - it accidentally jerks the cannon upwards, the collapsing individual's hand hitting a button as another napalm round sprays towards the (reinforced) roof. Napalm spreads about. One of them catches a previously unseen rigged explosive on fire underneath Mr. Jones himself - a few others pop around, exploding a barricade or two around them. It's a fine opportunity to let the horror sink in that the napalm gunner, too, was set up to be completely expendable.
Assuming the horror of being caught point blank in a rigged explosion itself isn't scary enough, but with one good charge, the way to the very top should be clear.
COMBATSYS: MrJones just-defends PRC Battalion's Demolitionist's Light Show!
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Quon's heel lifts up high in the air before slamming his foot down on some debris and send it flipping it into the before kicking the piece of barrier towards Mr. Jones. "Can I have your autograph on that?" He turns back with a grin and begins hopping on his foot as he approaches the next barrier and his feet blur as he kicks the wall in several places before it collapses and then he hops to the next barrier kicking as many of the Chinese soldiers between him and the next barrier. He switches to the other foot attempting to take out more soldiers as he continues to move further before sending an unlucky soldier up into the air with a hard upper cut and then he suddenly kneels down with hands interlocked to give Johnny Jones Damon a lift up into the air.
Woopsie daisy!
If anyone asks about what happened that day in Indonesia, Jones will say that it was a total accident and he didn't mean to do it. How could he have known that the guy he kicked in the face was gonna point his cannon upwards and not only blast himself and his cannon up but a whole platoon of his buddies too!? Yep, they killed themselves, that's his story and he's going to stick to it! But first things first, evade the fiery ball of fire that threatens to consume all around it!
"WOHA BABY!" The Black Ranger launches himself to the side with a butterfly flip to dodge the Chinese soldiers' suicide attempts to take him down, landing somewhere next to Quon. "Dude.." He laughs as Quon has the gal of asking for an autograph in midst fight. "If we survive this I'm signing anything you want!"
Jones feels that Quon has a plan and goes along with it, following his lead all up until he extends his hands up to reach his. Wait a minute, he recognizes this move from one of his movies too! This kid is for real! The movie actor dressed as a Power Ranger gingerly reaches for those hands that give him a lift and is sent up to the next floor ever closer where the big nasty villain is where he spins around with a tornado kick taking as many soldiers with him as he can.
"HUUAAAA!!"
COMBATSYS: Quon and MrJones successfully hit PRC Battalion with Box Office Smash.
COMBATSYS: PRC Battalion refuses to stay down!
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Through the numbers they climb, as fire rains around them and an uncertain amount of danger goes behind them. Through the power of a killer momentum, the two of them drive through soldiers in droves. Those that aren't knocked clean out are tossed away, a fair number to their own deaths.
The worst part about this all is that this is probably even more intense than a vaguely similar scene in the film that was shot at this very location. Right at the top, the four soldiers standing guard are thrust through the door to a comfortable office - an office where a commander and several men already stand.
The other men look visibly entirely shaken, murmuring things in Chinese. Quon might be able to make out 'if we can get backup immediately' before the masked figure shoots the one who suggested the idea.
"I will not ask how you two have managed to fight your way through my men all the way here," he speaks in unaccented English as he stands up from his desk, "but I will assure you..."
He snaps his fingers. Walls open. An elevator door opens (man, if they knew that they for some reason left it on, that could've saved at least a little trouble). The very best soldiers of this battalion - possibly a hundred, likely far more - flood into the room shouting as they rush towards Mr. Jones and Quon alike, piling their bodies atop them in an endless series of fists and feet that are hampered only by how many can filter themselves into the room at once.
"This building will be your grave!" The commander shouts, as the two are met with one last, final, great volley of healthy Chinese soldiers who all but line up to hope they'll be the ones to stop these two menaces to their vision of society.
That last show was a good one - but if they can withstand this assault... it's time to put an end to the occupation of this building (not to mention, uh, it's probably on fire down there) as the uncountable numbers of fists fly around the large round office.
COMBATSYS: Quon auto-guards PRC Battalion's Superior Numbers EX!
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COMBATSYS: MrJones blocks PRC Battalion's Superior Numbers EX.
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Quon's hands, feet, and entire body move in a blur as he dodges and deflects attacks. He deflecting one soldier's punch into another soldier's kick. Turning another soldier's kick into another soldier punch. Quon weaves out of the way of rifle strike which in turn causes weaponry to get tangled up in each other.
The end result is Quon's defense and the way he turned Chinese soldiers attacks on each other causes them to get tangled up in each other's limbs and form an inadvertant protective wall around the Chongquan styled fighter preventing the rest of soldiers from getting any closer him.
Quon can see a gap between the legs of one soldier and he slides between and towards freedom but not without performing a breakdancing flare to take out the legs of a group surrounding him.
This is it! The final stage! Just as he thought, the commander of the battalion was hiding on the very last floor of the building, just like the villain of his movie had been doing. It was almost surreal how the events that took him here had transpired, almost like his movie career had been naught but training to what would come ahead. This is what he had always been striving for.
This was his destiny!!
"You will pay for what you've done!!" Yells the Black Ranger as an angry mob of Chinese soldiers descend upon him and Quon meeting furious parries and counter attacks from one pissed off Power Ranger. "I'm not going to let you kill anyone else, not in my watch!!"
One could swear the Power Ranger themesong starts to play at that time. Mister Jones /explodes/ through the wave of soldiers, pushing his way through them with a vicious flying fist sailing directly towards the masked man's face as he starts to get on the elevator.
Ain't no way he's going to let him escape. He must answer to what he has done!
"GRAAAAAAHHH!!!"
COMBATSYS: Quon successfully hits PRC Battalion with Heavy Kick.
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COMBATSYS: MrJones successfully hits PRC Battalion with Retro Knuckle.
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Between the two of them, there is nobody who is able to overcome the two. The desperation runs thick (mostly from the assisting officers that were up here with their commander) to all but trip over one another to stop them. Somehow! Quon manages to fight them all off with incredible movement and skill, preventing even those that attempt to pincer attack from behind - relatively few as they are in comparison ('few' is still 'maybe a dozen or two' here).
Mr. Jones, on the other hand, pushes outward. Soldiers fly away in droves, their bodies not seeming to even slow the momentum of Johnny's forward strikes.
Time seems to freeze for a moment as the Black Power Ranger's fist connects with masked chin - shattering the mask in a bloody display (seems like it took the guy's jaw and nose too, go figure) as a path is cleared over the bodies of the fallen to the elevator. Granted, things are on fire, so is that really a good call?
Quon gets a better view of the windows as the last of the soldiers lay in various states of injury, many unconscious - if he looks down, he can see that there are other forces swarming the bottom area. There's still gunfire and explosions.
However... they're not Chinese! It seems the Indonesian forces have managed to break the deadlock and push their own way here. This may be as strong a signal as any, except... how are they going to get down, worse comes to worse?
There is an Indonesian flag that was carelessly ripped off a pole laying on the floor. A large one - perhaps the two of them would like to leap out the window and parachute down like that scene from one of the Rush hour movies (which totally stole it from a far better Jones film, honest)?!
There is a fairly large and deep pool of water down there, so it might work. Maybe.
Quon rises to his feet after dispersing the crowd around him. Well the flare was definitely not something he was taught at the temple. Either way Quon rises to his feet and quickly rolls up the flag before glancing out the window. He glances at the flag, then the window, then flag again and then Jones. Jumping out the window? Not appealing in the least for the martial artist. At least not without sugar glass windows and something more substantial than water to cushion the fall.
He goes back the way he came sliding down the banisters to make quicker time but when he hits napalm generated pit, and the wall of flame, stops for a moment to perform the Roaring Guardian blast to push the flames aside long enough to be able to get through and make his escape.
"Come 'ere you little punk!" Such foul language for a Power Ranger! But alas, Jones is pissed at what the masked guy made him do and true to his word he's going to make him pay for what he did. The movie actor turned fo' real super hero leans down to grab the Chinese commander by the collar and carry him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Running back, he stares Quon knowing exactly what he's thinking when he looks down at the flag and then at the window. He just kind of shrugs, it's worked for him before but if he's open to suggestions!
Following the martial artists' lead, Jones slides down the banisters along with Quon and assists in the removal of fire with his Funky Impact open palmed strike all the way until they reach the outside of the base, where much rejoicing is to be had.
"Yeah! Yeah! Go Go Power Rangers/o~" Jones pumps his fist in celebration and starts handing out high fives as it seems Indonesia is safe from Shadaloo's onslaught for now.
Oh and he hands out autographs too. Always room for those.
The dramatic slide down the banister by the two of them is some truly slick stuff - it alarms the people down on the bottom floor, which may startle one or both when they see the guns still fire - however, they are friendly forces cleaning up those where downstairs. Guns are pointed for a while, angry words are made - but the misconception will clear up very quickly with the turnover of the unconscious commanding officer.
If only Mr. Jones didn't knock out the tooth that had the cyanide capsule, but perhaps his treatment in prison - however brief, given Shadaloo will want to keep a tight lid on anything and everything that leaks out by likely assassinating him - may yield an advantage yet, however tiny.
While fire spreads and builds around the building and outside (seems they shot that helicopter down, too) among the wreckages of destroyed vehicles, Indonesia appears to have managed to withstand the assault - Quon and Mr. Jones, no doubt, to be celebrated as heroes.
What will Vega say when he sees the one he has tormented for so long has decided to take a stand? A successful stand...?!
Log created on 19:46:55 02/15/2012 by Rust, and last modified on 12:45:47 02/16/2012.