Description: In her quest to recruit strong fighters to oppose Shadaloo's invasion of Asia; Munin watches on the news that a certain Luchador she once fought is taking an active part on the War. Hoping to enlist El Fuerte into the war effort, the swordswoman travels to the Americas in search for the willy wrestler. What she finds instead is a disheartened homesick man who has lost almost all will to fight and must now restore his hopes by defeating his fears, in the form of his evil twin!
Aahh, Texas in summer. Hot as hell, for one thing, at the place our story is currently taking place. Sun is high in the sky, a hot wind blows over the sand of the desert-like plains on either side of the road. Nearby, a rattlesnake lies coiled, tongue flicking in and out as it awaits a meal.
Such is the scene surrounding the quaint middle-of-nowhere reststop. Despite this description, there is more than one building here. A small country doctors place for example, a few buildings for what residents call the area their home. For the moment, however, one building is clearly the most important: the bar, fashioned to resemble an old wild west saloon.
Motorcycles are parked outside, as the bikers stop for drinks and amusement on their way to wherever. A trucker pulls out with a full tank, as it hauls its cargo who-knows-where. An elderly gentleman sits in the booth, taking the money for gas, while watching the comers and the goers in boredom as well as noseyness.
This makes for a strange sight as a small scooter zips down the long sizzling road. It's driver, a small figured person of indeterminable gender due to the helmet, pulls in and parks themself next to the line of motorcycles. Some of the bikers give a sideways glance, and a snicker, even a whistle when the helmet is removed, revealing a young asian-looking woman with deep violet eyes. Eyes that lock on the whistler with a glare.
Munin looks up at the sign above the doorway, then at the place, shaking her head (Hope this trip is worth it). After this thought, it's IN she goes, doing her best to ignore any stares that come her way.
The bar is always the most important building in town, no matter where you might be! Any self respecting adventurer seeking thrills and actions can tell you that. Why else would a small Asian girl with deep violet eyes would brave the unfriendly atmosphere of the Bar 'El Borracho' if not to look for something -or someone- in particular? Surely she's not going in there just for the ambiance.
Most of the men that stare at the girl leave it at just that, lecherous stares and nothing more. Today is not a day where they feel particularly brave for they have a special guest in town. A guest that in any other occasion would be quite welcomed to town, his current presence spell all kinds of doom for anyone that gets near him while in close proximity to the border of Mexico.
El Fuerte luchador will be easy to spot once inside, as he is sitting on a stool with his head plastered on a table, a tall bottle of Tequila firmly grasped on his hand with a bunch of knocked over glasses around. It seems that at some point he just got tired of pouring himself shots and started drinking straight from the bottle (the worm seems to be gone too, yikes!). More importantly he is completely alone, all the bar patrons are steering clear of him as if getting anywhere near the Luchador means death.
And to a certain extent, it actually does. For he has just made very big enemies.
Well, that was easy, she thinks to herself. Fuerte is all alone, though seemingly drunk off his ass, and being given lots of space, something she attributes to his rep as a fighter. A rep she remembers encountering firsthand. What's a girl to do when it seems that easy? What else!?
Walk right in!
She ignores the other patrons, her target located, as she sits rather brazenly at his table. She sniffs the air, trying to get an idea of just how strong the drink he is consuming is, before attempting to poke him in the ankle with the tip of her foot in an attempt to awaken him. She doesn't say anything just yet, however. No sense wasting words until she knows he can hear them, even if only haphazardly.
Ain't no telling where El Fuerte's partner in crime is, though it may turn out to be for the best as one drunken luchador is bad enough. Two drunk luchadores with one of them being a psychopath Jason Vorhees cosplayer is only a recipe for disaster. Munin is indeed quite lucky and she plays her cards well by approaching the seemingly hammered wrestler cautiously, only tapping him with her foot to get his attention.
As it so happens, El Fuerte is quite alert and lifts his head as soon as he senses someone next to him. As always, he is still wearing his mask, but looks like a wreck and reeks of alcohol and nacho chips with salsa, not at all like the usually presentable tecnico.
His eyes narrow, trying to focus on the girl next to him. "Quienes son?" He says in Spanish first without thinking before he remembers where he is and attempts to clear that up. "Who are you girls?" No telling how many Munins he's seeing right now.
Oh brother. This is either going to be a royal pain, or amusing, or both. In either case, Munins concern now is (Will he remember this conversation later in his current state....). She crosses her arms as she sits back "A previous aquaintence. I was paired up with Faolan against you in an SNF match, if your memory works well enough to recall that currently". The small is fine until he speaks. His breath is another matter, however, and she winces a bit as her nose detects it's scent.
She eyes the bottle, then eyes him "I think maybe you should lay off that stuff for a bit, hhmm? Have a glass of water instead?". First priority: try to get him a little more coherant. "Maybe some breadsticks or something similar?".
She gets one of the waitresses attention, and orders a basket of pretzels, or whatever they have on hand for their customers. The young lady looks a bit worried, eyeing Fuerte, then Munin, but nods and moves to do so. So far, stares aimed their way are ignored.
El Fuerte's eyes narrow almost to its fullest, trying to squeeze his eyelids as much as he can to get that image of Munin to /stop moving/. The conversation would go much smoothly if he could just focus on the person that's talking to instead of looking back and forth to the sides as if the world was spinning. It takes a moment, but the purple eyed gaze and the mention of Faolan draws recognition from the drunken luchador. "Oh! Si! El pelirojo." He says, again in Spanish, probably his little nickname to the Irishman. "Seņorita Munin if I am not mistaken? That was a good lucha." He hiccups.
"Please, have a sit." Says he closing his eyes and motioning for the floor next to him, completely missing the stool that he meant to point at. Then he thinks better of it and perks up "No! Wait, actually, you should go! You are not safe here...there's..." His voice lowers, looking around, almost sure that whoever he is looking out for could be there in that very bar listening to everything. "There's bad men around here that want me done away with."
And it's true, several men have been staring for a long time now to Fuerte and the girl that came to visit him, but that may be because of Munin's exotic nature in a little Texan town.
Munin slowly eyes the room, meeting them with her own icy glare. While looking at one starer, her eyes pulse momentarily with violet light, though she seems unaware of it herself. She quickly looks back to El Fuerte, shaking her head "They can take a number and get in line, then. Much worse things are going on, which comes to why i'm here".
She glances around again in annoyance, before getting in close and whispering to El Fuerte "Vega is attacking all over in Asia, gunning down civilians among other atrocities. Good fighters are going to be needed to take him down, and i know firsthand your a capable one...." she eyes the bottle, then looks back ".... usually".
She smirks a bit, trying to shake that sense of concern at his words "I saw on the news that you were one of those involved with a recent boarder skirmish. What i've come to ask you now is if you would be willing to help in Asia once things settle down here enough. That is where the heart of this will more than likely be. Stop it there, and it ends here. Anyone else you can recommend or spread word to would also be greatly appreciated".
The men that were staring at Munin look startled at her shift of eye color, but theirs is more surprise than fear. Though they look away from the woman, they begin talking amongst themselves whispering angrily, every now and then casting quick glances to the girl that has come to talk to the drunken Luchador.
El Fuerte stares at Munin with glazed eyes. The fire and passion that the girl once saw in the ring utterly extinguished in alcohol, the masked wrestler she sees now before her is a completely different one from the one that fought against her and Faolan so long ago. ".....I can't." He exhales in despair, shoulders deflating. "I would love to assist, fight the good lucha against the forces of evil and liberate Asia. But I cannot leave this place, not as it is now." He reels back and takes a long drink of his Tequila draining the bottle completely, the warm, intoxicating feeling flowing across his body to momentarily make him forget his pains. It is naught but a temporary solution and he knows it, but he is a man on the ropes.
"No offense...but you are a foreigner, you wouldn't understand." Continues the wrestler, staggering from time to time on his stool looking about to drop. "That was no simple border skirmish that was fought you see? Those men that attacked Texas along with the Chinese are the true rules of Mexico..and I just went against them! Should I ever try to set foot on my beloved country I will be killed for sure. I am not scared of them.." The fire in his eyes returns, but it is only a fleeting spark of rage and indignation. "But their constant hounding will eventually wear me down and I will /not/ give them that satisfaction!"
The bottle is slammed, relatively lightly, upon the bar. It doesn't break, but it makes a point to tell that he's angry. "Do you know it feels? To be exiled from your own homeland? To never be allowed to walk the streets where you grew up, talk your native tongue, feel the familiar wind of your home town?" His head hangs again. "All I wish is to be able to put my feet on familiar soils..the rings were I wrestled..the kitchens where I cooked...what good would I do in Asia if I can't even solve the problems of my home!!!?"
He's truly breaking now, the great and mighty Fuerte shattering to pieces before Munin's eyes. "It is as...how does Murderhouse say it? .... Bullshit."
At that moment a few men stand up from their table and hurriedly walk outside the bar talking on their cellphone in Spanish. Munin would notice then that the waitress never returned with the order and the bar is completely deserted now.
What could be going on?
Munin does indeed notice this, and her spider sense begins to tingle. She considers her options, and decides it may be a better idea to get El Fuerte out of here quickly. The men talking on their phones in spanish were talking to one of two groups: Marvels legal team about her use of spider sense, or more likely, the jerkoffs that he speaks of with such anger.
She abruptly stands, and moves to pull him to his feet, with one arm over her shoulder for balance and support "We better get out of here before. We need to talk, but i need you sober first". She's seen the movies, after all. When these places get empty, bad things tend to happen.
However, she doesn't go out the front. She starts going towards the back, hoping to find a back door or a kitchen loading entrance.
El Fuerte grumbles some gibberish about the good times on 'la plaza' and some others stuff in Spanish. For a pretty buff guy, Munin will find that he offers little to no resistance at being grabbed, he's kind of a light weight in both the literal (he doesn't weigh much) and the figuratively (he gets drunk easily) and after downing a whole Tequila bottle by himself it looks like he's no good to nobody.
As Munin begins to drag him out the back door towards the kitchen, there's a quick noise of a lock being clicked on and the sound of the waitress heard from behind. "Sorry!!" She says before her loud steps signal her quick retreat. She sold them out and locked the door! It looks like a few kicks will make it give it, but that that will take time...and that is time that Munin and El Fuerte do not have.
"'Ey!" A voice with a thick Spanish accent calls, his voice much like El Fuerte. "Where do you think you're going?" Says a man in a suit with a black luchador mask on, he looks almost exactly as El Fuerte. Same build, same height, same hair style, same patterns in his mask. Save that there's clear evil on his brown eyes and his mask is the opposite color. Black and red whereas El Fuerte's is White and blue.
Must be his evil twin.
"Ay mierda.." Curses the drunken luchador
"Seņorita, if you know what's good for you, you will put that man down and leave this place." Says the other wrestler as he cracks his knuckles. "Now."
Betrayal! Stupid waitress. Munin makes a note to find her later and teach her a lesson while no one is looking. That, however, is a problem for another time. She is about to start kicking the door when she hears the voice behind her. She slowly turns around, glaring at the 'evil twin'.
She holds on to El Fuerte as she says "Oh, i'll leave this place, but he's coming with me. Now move aside". She watches him carefully to see if he moves to attack quickly, or show off like most luchadors do.
"I'm afraid that's not an option." The other luchador grins a malicious grin, slowly walking towards the cornered duo with all the swaggering arrogance of a gang member. Even if he's wearing a business suit, any glimpse at his brown skin beneath will show tattoos with intricate designs, forever marking him as one of 'them' "Either you leave that traitor here, or you die with him."
Now hold on just a minute, El Fuerte momentarily breaks from his drunken stupor to look up "Traitor!? You have some nerve to call me that cabron malinchista!"
"You are the one siding with the Gringos, hijo de puta! You went against your own country men when it was Mexico's golden opportunity to take the lands the United States stole from us!"
"Just so it could be ruled by Los Zetas instead!? I rather it stays with los gringos than to /ever/ give those monsters any more power!"
The two go at it for a little bit, sprinkling their barrage of insults with machine gun spanish cuss words until El Fuerte seemingly runs out of air and becomes heavy on Munin's arms, falling on one knee.
The man laughs at that pathetic display of weakness. "Look at you Fuerte, you used to be a real paisano and now you are nothing but a lapdog to foreign wrestlers that fights his own people. At least with Los Zetas the power stays with us." Shaking his head, the other masked wrestler removes the top of his business suit showing rows upon rows of tattoos and pulls out a long combat knife.
So much for Munin's hope that he'll show off. He seems to be the complete opposite of Fuerte
"It's time for you to die, old amigo." Then another look at Munin "I'm not asking again chica, move or die where you stand."
COMBATSYS: El Loco has started a fight here.
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So much for that. Munin, however, doesn't look impressed by the tatoos, or his weapon. She moves to deposit El Fuerte gently against the wall behind her, before walking back over to stand before the impediment to escape. She unzips her jacket, and pulls out a pair of handles, from each of which a shortswords blade pops out with a pair of loud *SNIKT* sounds.
She glares, her eyes flashing with purple light for a moment "You want him? Come and get him".
COMBATSYS: Munin has joined the fight here.
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El Loco 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Munin
El Loco narrows his eyes when Munin proves to be armed as well, but doesn't back down. "You're going to regret messing with Los Zetas." He wiggles his combat knife threateningly at her and begins to circle her slowly, giving the impression that he is a prowling animal trapping it's prey.
The man's eyes are cast down on El Fuerte for a moment before returning to stare at Munin's purple gaze, the grip on his combat knife tightening. The bar deadly silent bearing mute witness to the fight about to start.
COMBATSYS: El Loco focuses on his next action.
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El Loco 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Munin
Munin decides to try to take advantage of his momentary attention change to El Fuerte. With a quick flick of one sword, Munin tries to tap the knife sideways just a bit, before rushing in. She aims to put her arm under his, one foot in front, and go for a throw to take him off balance.
After all, if he IS a luchador, he likely isn't expecting her to get in close where his wrestling skills would likely be very effective. This is what she hopes, at least.
COMBATSYS: ElLoco blocks Munin's Quick Throw.
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ElLoco 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Munin
El Loco's gaze focuses on Munin far too slow. Before he realizes that the woman is on the attack, his long knife is already being knocked aside with the woman right inside of his circle of defense threatening to throw him aside.
Problem is that, Munin is right, he is a wrestler! And though he did not expect the girl to rush inside for a quick trip, his instincts take over and grabs hold of Munin's face to ensure he doesn't get thrown. More so, he actually pushes the woman backwards, kicking at her feet at the same to slam the back of her head upon the bar's nice polished wooden floor.
Knife at the ready, just itching to pierce flesh.
COMBATSYS: ElLoco successfully hits Munin with Faceplanter.
- Power hit! -
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ElLoco 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Munin
*WHAM!* goes her head on the bar. *CRACK!* goes her skull in the process. Dazed and hurting, Munin glares at her opponent. Hurt as it does, she doesn't let it slow her down as she swings one of her swords up, aiming right at the center of his face in a vertical slash, her counter attack almost instant and her sword trailing dark chi as it moves!
COMBATSYS: ElLoco interrupts Medium Strike from Munin with 1-2 Punch.
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ElLoco 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Munin
Well, El Loco does /seem/ to be El Fuerte's honest to goodness evil twin, and if El Fuerte was able to best both Munin and Faolan at the same time, logic states that so should El Loco.
The only flaw with that reasoning is that El Loco luchador doesn't seem to be powered by the zesty justice of his counter part. He certainly is as strong as Fuerte, but not as fast, there's not a whole lot of skill to his attacks, could it be he's an amateur wrestler?
Either way, what he lacks in dexterity, he makes up with sheer viciousness at is it common for a Zeta. When the sword comes down to split his skull in half, El Loco does an insane tactic as it is namesaque and actually puts his arm up to take the blow there. The sword cuts through his forearm getting stuck on his bone, but now Munin is wide open and it's an opportunity the mad wrestler takes to stab her in the arm, tearing through her bicep!
"Die puta!!"
From behind, El Fuerte weaves in and out of unconsciousness, opening his eyes long enough to witness the attack. "Seņorita Munin......no!"
WINCE! That is the only applicable response to one being stabbed in the arm. When her eyes open, their GLARING daggers at El Loco, but with one difference. Their glowing brightly with purple light.
Her breathing also sounds different. Sounds almost like shes snarling through her clenched teeth. She's maaaaaaad.
COMBATSYS: Munin focuses on her next action.
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ElLoco 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Munin
El Loco doesn't care from the looks of it. Since Munin doesn't do much other than glare at him with anger, he goes to do as any good wrestler and straddle the girl's hips to pin her to the ground. As he sits on her stomach, he grabs hold of her jacket spinning his dagger around to hold it with a reverse grip and just proceed to stab her repeatedly!
No flare, no flashiness, just plain brutal stabs.
COMBATSYS: Munin blocks ElLoco's Quick Punch.
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ElLoco 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Munin
Munin steps back, avoiding the grab attempt, but what follows after is a series of parries as she attempts to block all his stabs with her own weapons. While she succeeds in protecting her vitals, her arms come awya with several nicks and cuts on them. The sleeves of her jacket are torn up pretty nicely, obviously, and blood patters from her arms onto the floor.
She waits for an opportunity to leap back, and fakes doing so, before suddenly moving a step closer. Suddenly, those glowing eyes of her FLASH brightly with chi!
COMBATSYS: Munin successfully hits ElLoco with Flashbang.
- Power hit! -
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ElLoco 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Munin
"Why!? Won't!? You!? Die!!?" The masked man continues descending stab after stab upon Munin, only managing to harmlessly nick her sword and otherwise just slice her arms with minor cuts. Just as it looks like he's going to get a good shot in however, Munin's eyes flash with a blinding purple light that in the past proved to be effective against El Fuerte and in the same manner so too does El Loco fall victim to the blast.
"AUGH!!" The man rolls backwards falling on the other end of the bar rubbing his eyes, blinking at the girl with the swords with anger, teeth clenched. "What manner of power is that!?"
COMBATSYS: ElLoco gains composure.
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ElLoco 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Munin
The shadows on Munins form seem to swirl and shift a bit "Wouldn't you like to know..... ". Her tone is low and threatening. The glow around her weapons intensifies, and she grins wickedly, her expression somewhere between angry and feral.
"Let me SHOW YOU!" she shouts as she swings her blades, sending an arc of shadowy chi sizzling through the air towards El Loco!
COMBATSYS: ElLoco endures Munin's Shadow Wave.
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ElLoco 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Munin
Just like his namesaque, El Loco does an insane maneuver and charges head long into the shadowy projectile tossed by Munin. His eyes filled with violence and screaming with frustration and rage of being unable to complete his mission, the man puts his arms up to protect himself from the wave of destruction and pushes through with all his might to reach the girl, battered and bruised, but reach her he does!
"Curse you!!" The man ducks low in an attempt to shoot for Munin's legs, grab her tightly and heave her over his shoulders to ram her face first against the floor once more. Lucha Libre style.
COMBATSYS: Munin fails to counter Piledriver from ElLoco with Shadow Strike.
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ElLoco 0/-------/-------|=======\====---\1 Munin
Munin stands her ground as the man charges through her attack. It was not entirely unexpected. Sadly, even expecting such a move as possible, she fails to move fast enough to strike him with a sidestepping blow. She is suddenly yanked with a yelp off the floor, and goes face-first into the floor. She retains consciousness, but is dazed momentarily by the impact.
After the Munin's face impacts with the floor, El Loco twists away from her to stand on his feet and stare at the figure of the fallen girl momentarily giving an evil smirk, bloodied knife twirling on his hand. It is an unnerving image, watching someone who resembles El Fuerte so much act in such a sadistic manner. "I told you cabrona, you should have just ran away. You should have listened when you had the chance."
"Loco...you have to let her go..it's me that Los Zetas want! Just take me instead!!" El Fuerte attempts to reason with his evil twin, slowly going to stand up, but it is to no avail.
El Loco shakes his head. "No can do hermano, I was told to not leave any witnesses." Says he standing over the girl "Heard that chica? You get the special treatment." Cackles the man before lifting his foot up to just /smash/ the girl's face in!
COMBATSYS: Munin counters Light Kick from ElLoco with Double Vision.
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ElLoco 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Munin
The pain is pretty serious. Munin is bleeding from various wounds, including a bad stab in the arm. Her head is throbbing from two heavy impacts. Still, however, she isn't out yet. She simply glares at El Loco, the glow in her eyes flickering. She says nothing in response, though her form seems to shimmer slightly.....
What as suprise it must be when he plants his foot, only to feel very slight contact, followed by his foot going completely through her! She suddenly strikes at him from behind, both blades stabbing simultaniously at his lower back, where it's fleshy under the ribcage "Special my ass 'puta'!". She has no idea what it means, but got the feeling from their use that it's something bad, so improvises.
El Loco keeps grinning as he feels his foot colliding against something solid, knowing that it can only be Munin's face breaking under his heel, only to realize that he went right through her. "Que!? AAAGGH!" The man feels sharp pain on his back as he is stabbed, blood pouring from his bare skin whilst he holds his wound, staggering forward.
He whirls around with wide eyes realizing that somehow, Munin got behind him turning the tables in that one instantaneous move. It appears he finds this to be funny, as he starts laughing despite bleeding profusely "Heh..heh..HA HA HA HA!!" The man wheezes with a dry laugh "You're pretty feisty, too bad you decided to side with Fuerte instead of someone like me. I could have made you a queen."
Despite his proposition he lowers once more to adjust back to his wrestling stance, knife twirled about on his hand. "But no matter, I'm a dead man if I don't kill Fuerte so don't think I'll surrender just like that."
"I got nothing to lose."
COMBATSYS: ElLoco gains composure.
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ElLoco 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Munin
Munin watches El Loco carefully, trying to keep her focus. She's losing too much blood now, and she knows it. The room is starting to sway visually, even though her legs tell her it isn't moving at all. She strikes when the first opportunity presents itself. Namely, when he twirls his dagger!
COMBATSYS: ElLoco endures Munin's Medium Strike.
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ElLoco 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Munin
It's a good shot, one that shows Munin is experienced in knife battles such as this. The moment El Loco tries to do something flashy with his knife, it's the moment that he gets attacked. Caught flat footed, El Loco merely goes to bring his arm down and take the sword slash to his already bloodied forearm to then swing it aside and slash Munin across the face with his knife!
COMBATSYS: Munin blocks ElLoco's 1-2 Punch.
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ElLoco 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Munin
The face and head are a smaller target, and thus harder to hit. This is all that saves Munin as she brings up one sword. She stops the knife just as it is about to impact. It gets close enough to make a nick in her cheek, but not enough to put any power behind the hit.
She responds with a quick flick of her other sword, aiming specificly for his eye on the side opposite that of the arm with the knife. If she can blind him, it may give her a better advantage. She has to end this before and get Fuerte to safety before she passes out on her own.
COMBATSYS: ElLoco blocks Munin's Weapon Jab.
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ElLoco 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Munin
El Loco gives a grunt with steel meets steel and not flesh as he hoped. The fear of facing the Zetas with empty hands however forces him to stay in the fight where other men would simply run when facing a more skilled opponent. There's no running away for the luchador, much like El Fuerte he is also a marked man. Might as well make the best of it.
The masked wrestler weaves to side enough to not get his eye poked out, but he does get his mask slashed showing a deep cut there. Grunting, he takes the opportunity that Munin's arm is extended, to duck low and go for the grapple again. Wrapping his arms around her waist to run with her and slam her head against a bunch of stools behind her!
COMBATSYS: Munin counters Ramming Speed from ElLoco with Shadow Strike.
- Power hit! -
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ElLoco 1/------=/=======|===----\-------\0 Munin
Munins eyes flash with violet light again as she sees him incoming, and like something out of the old samurai flicks, as he approaches, thers the sound of a single strike as she LEAPS into the air up and over El Loco. She weaves a bit upon landing, the leap as well as the landing taking a lot out of her.
However, as she stands, there is no new mark on her body, though one of her swords has a few whisps of shadowy chi drifting off it for a few moments.
El Loco knew he was done for when he heard the ringing of steel through the air. He grimaced when his hands grasped nothing but air and only felt the brutal bitting of Munin's sword cutting through his flesh. Landing on the bar where he had hoped to slam Munin, El Loco drops his knife feeling his energy leaving him quickly, there's no way he's getting up from that last attack, he knows he's dead if Los Zetas find about his failure, so he might as well just end it with a bang.
The wrestler grabs hold of a stool and whirls around flicking it desperately at Munin aiming to just bash her across the face!
COMBATSYS: ElLoco can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Munin blocks ElLoco's Thrown Object.
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Munin 0/-------/---====|
It was a tough one, but it's finally over. Still, as bad as her condition is, it is nothing compared to what Vega did to her in a single strike. That thought in her mind gives her strength enough for now.
She turns around just in time to see a stool flying at her face! With a quick flick, her swords are brought up in a crossblock, stopping the stool, though the kinetic energy of it's motion still hurts a bit. Afterwards, she lets it drop to the floor as she walks up to the man she defeated. With a single flick, she slices off what remains of his mask, leaving a nice large gash on his face in the process. She wants to remember his face should he attack her again, as well as make a point, even if they kill him for his failure.
She presses a switch on the hilts, the blades retracting once more into the hilts, which she stuffs back into her jacket as she makes her way to Fuerte. She stops momentarily to kick down the kitchen door, which is downed after a few good hits. She picks up Fuerte, pulling him over her shoulder, not caring if she bleeds all over him. It'll wash off.
As the pair amble towards the back exit, if there is one, should she pass the waitress, she will stop momentarily, and glare right at her, locking eyes, and slowly pointing at her. After this, the wounded and drunk pair continue on!
COMBATSYS: Munin has ended the fight here.
That was close! El Fuerte gives a relieved sigh when Munin overpowers his evil twin and renders him unable to continue fighting. Not to self, never drink again! It hinders the ability to fight something fierce! It dawns to El Fuerte that if Munin hadn't come along to save the day, El Loco would have surely being able to stab him dead right there and then.
El Loco doesn't stir when his mask is cut open, but he apparently was wearing another one underneath covering his true visage. It is unlikely he will be seen again after this if what he said is true about Los Zetas, but if he does, he will surely remember the foreigner woman that gave him all those cuts.
As El Fuerte is hoisted up to make a hasty retreat, he grunts and holds his throbbing pained head. "Gracias..I think I can get us out of here without any more problems. We'll meet up with Murderhouse and then we can talk more seņorita." Says the luchador standing on his own staggering feet now "Follow me." There's no sign of the waitress obviously, or other staff for that matter. But El Fuerte too will remember that treachery.
Just as Munin and Fuerte are about to make their escape, the wrestler gives one last glance behind with a frown.
"Adios, Loco."
Munin says, "it ends on a somber note" =P"
Log created on 22:08:25 02/28/2012 by ElFuerte, and last modified on 23:53:25 02/29/2012.