Description: Studio 58, Warner Brothers Studio Park - Hollywood, CA (USA) - Here we have two big, strapping not-so-young men, both exemplary figures in the fighting world. Their fists fear neither stone nor steel and their bodies are well-crafted weapons. So, what do we do with them? Obviously, we dress them up in a Cowboys & Gringos style showdown and put them on a movie set. One of the original True Grit backdrops has been pulled out of storage and touched up to set the mood.
Hollywood, California. 3 PM.
Within the Warner Brothers Studio Park, the interior of Studio 58 was set up as a mining town from the Old West. True Grit 2010 over True Grit 1969, that is, but still a rustic capture of a grittier time. All the trimmings were there. The stable, the townsfolk walking down in 'accurate' wear. There was even an old jailhouse. But the focus of tonight's event was the old Saloon. Down at the old watering hole, there was the sounds of partying within, with the soiled doves up on the top floor waving at the people down below. It seems that an infamous bandito had blown into town, bringing with him sacks of American Dollars, raided from a Wells Fargo stagecoach.
And Duke was pissed.
When he got the phone call in Delphi from Geese, he thought it was a hazing. To put the ganglord in his place. But as he was busy having dinner with Tommy Wiseau on how he could bankroll his next movie, his lawyer approached him yet again. The one-eyed French Canadian told him it was Geese again. And once again, Geese wanted him to take part in another SNF. This time, against Guile.
The Don was growing insulted.
And yet, as with any line of work, he would take it in spirit. A brightly-dressed young 'townsman' is hurled out from the Saloon, as the recorded audio of a hootenhanny plays loudly from within. The townsman, a greasy-looking, black-haired with a dazed look on his face, babbles in some unknown accent. "I did not hit her, it's not true! It's bullshit! I did not hit her!" The man holds a black eye, and seems to suffering from severe brain damage due to the blow.
Looks like there is trouble down at the old Saloon.
The camera pans to the right, bringing the scene of a long and dusty road into focus. The sun hangs brightly in the background, its lower edge just beginning to kiss the mountains that enrich the skyline with textures of all kinds. With a steady step, a man approaches the town, his sillouhette black against the sunlight.
The camera zooms in on the man's boots as the man continues placing one foot in front of the other. They're cowboy boots suited to working a ranch or riding a trail. Black in color. Silver spurs are buckled to the back heel, ringing with each step. Pan up to non-descript pants tucked into the boots, belted with a gunslinger's drop holster. There is indeed a Colt six-shooter riding low on the man's hip, shiny in the sunlight. Blue vest, with a white collared shirt. Overcoat swaying along behind him, terminating at the boots. Sheriff's badge on the left chest pocket.
Camera cuts away again, moving up higher to focus on the bright blonde flattop of the man who is nearing the town. It sways in the breeze, and it is so awesome that not even the sun itself can block it from view. The camera then slowly pulls back to reveal the new sheriff in town:
Captain William Guile.
Guile steadily approaches the man who has, until most recently, been occupying the town's Saloon. He squints his bright blue eyes, tilting his head to the right and growling in his best Clint Eastwood impression, "Causin' trouble for the local ladyfolk again, Francisco? The Judge prefered it when you were just harrassin' the sheep..." His right index finger hooks the coat which surrounds him, and Guile pulls the coat back by easily sliding his finger down to his waistline. The move reveals the Colt six-shooter on his hip, "There's two ways yer gonna' leave here. Under arrest, or dead. I'll let you guess which involves less paperwork."
As the doors are burst open, the interior of the Saloon is revealed, at the backdrop of Captain William Guile. But the activity and cheer seems to stop cold as the cowboy comes right on in. The interior is filled with extras and bit part actors, as well as the classic stereotypes. A mustachioed Irish bartender. The poker players in the corner. An exotic senorita in red and black lace, entertaining the gang of Mexican Banditos who are caught in their own card game. And around them was a massive, brute of a man, clutching a poker hand.
Joaquin
Joaquin Francisco, The Duke of the Rio Grande.
Surrounded by bottles of whisky, the man was wearing a stark contrast to the good Captain: Black jacket, with a black and white striped waistcoat. A collar shirt sat underneath both, clean and pressed with a small puff up from the waistcoat. Garbed in black jeans with black leather chaps, a set of massive revolvers dangled from his waist. The dark-skinned man tips his black hat, eyeing the wandering hero with just a bit of smugness, before letting loose a bellowing baritone.
"Why isn't it old Billy Blondes."
The massive Duke doesn't rise from his seat, but his gang members rise up quickly, their hands to the guns. The Duke doesn't stop them, but continues. "Or should I say Captain Billy Blondes. I'm not troubling you, am I Maria?" Duke tickles the woman under her chin, who giggles merrily. "Both she and the Judge knows that money can buy the best sorts of company. And as you show, the worst." The Duke looks towards Guile, raising a devilish eyebrow. "You are mighty bold to be coming in here alone, Billy Blondes. I got six of my best men here, and you got only a prayer." Duke grabs Maria by the waist, before throwing his cards down. "Full House, boys. Take out this trash!"
And with that, the gang begins to draw.
Only Guile, or in this case Billy Blondes, draws even quicker.
The Colt leaves his holster faster than the eye can blink, his thumb pulling the hammer back just as he fires the first shot to bring down one of Duke's six best men. He begins fanning the hammer, dropping it with quick chopping motions just in time to pull the trigger and drop another of Duke's men. As the last drops, "Billy" begins to saunter towards Duke with the Colt trained on him. He pulls the hammer back and begins to intone, "Our Father, who art in Heaven, I sure hope the gravedigger and the coffin maker eat their Wheaties tomorrow."
The hammer drops one last time, with gunsmoke still pouring out of the muzzle of the Colt. Only nothing happens. Six men. Six shots. Six kills. No ammo left.
Whether this concerns Guile or not, it doesn't show on his face. He then asks, "So, are you gonna' come quietly or not?"
As the gunshots comes to a close, six men hit the ground. Maria screams, ducking under the table. But The Duke does not bat an eyelash. As his gangster hit the ground, the Duke leans back, and rises from his chair. His black boots's stirrups clink with each step, jingling as he walks around the table to meet Captain Guile with no obstructions. "Still a fine shot, Captain. I'd thought you'd gotten rusty since the war. But those are six shots, Billy, and the gun's empty." Duke begins to motion for his own guns, but pauses, shaking his head.
"But I would never pull a gun on an unarmed man."
The Duke unbuckles his belt, and throws it, guns and all, onto the table. The bottles and cards scatter, as Maria continues to hide under the table. Stepping over one of his downed bandits, the brick of a man looks at Guile with a diabolical look of gentry. Eyes burning, he brings up his own fists. "You know I won't come quietly, Billy Blondes. But I'm gonna give you a fighting chance to bring me back in. Unless you are too yella." The Duke spits at a nearby spittoon, which rattles off with a PING.
"It isn't too late to back off, Captain."
Raising the Colt to point towards the sky, the Captain blows the rest of the gunsmoke and the heat from the barrel in one quick puff. He returns to to the holster and reaches up to take each side of the overcoat. He slides it off of his shoulders and folds it up. He tosses it to the side, laying it to drape across a table.
"I ain't ever rusty."
He then reaches down, unbuckling the gunbelt from around his waist. It too gets folded up neating, with the straps wrapped around the holster in a manner that secures the gun. He tosses that on top of the coat.
"I sure's ain't yella."
He then takes a step back from the Duke, dropping into a stance that brings his arms up to protect his face and body yet remain deceptively open.
"And there ain't nothing on this God given green Earth thats gonna' make me back down."
COMBATSYS: Guile has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Duke has joined the fight here.
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"You won't find your God here in this forsaken town, Captain."
Maria flees from under the table, to the upstairs. The card players, in the corner, stop their game, and follow after Maria. The bartender, unfortunately, cannot leave his post, and ducks down from behind the counter. Duke, however, keeps his gaze on the blonde-haired cowboy. "The only thing you'll find around here is the devil himself; and you're looking right at him. The devil doesn't like fighting in his church, though." Duke begins, looking at Guile with a smug grin.
"So, lets take it outside."
Duke suddenly charges Guile, leading in with a thrusting straight kick upwards. Should it make contact, even if blocked, then the ganglord would leap into the air, and follow through with a two-legged flying kick, to bring both Guile and the Duke right through the Saloon doors and to the street outside. Should Guile avoid it, however? Then Duke would still follow through.
He had to protect that establishment, for now.
COMBATSYS: Guile blocks Duke's Dive Bomber.
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Duke 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Guile
"If God ain't here, then I'll bring justice!"
As the Duke charges him, the Captain brings his left hand down then out to push the thrusting straight kick up and out of the way. He takes a few steps of repositioning, and then reaches up the catch the heels of the Duke's boots as the double-legged flying kick comes screaming towards him.
Such is the force that it propells both of them out the swinging door of the saloon, Duke perpindicular to the Captain and the Captain sliding across the hardwood floor on the balls of his feet.
As they clear the swinging door, the Captain plants his feet and grabs on to the Duke's feet. With a pivot, Guile flings the Duke away in a throw that he will have no problems landing on his feet from.
The Captain narrows his eyes towards the Duke, waiting for him to regain his feet before he walks down the steps of the saloon just as the tumbleweed rolls by. As he plants feet on the dirt, the Captain rushes the Duke in much the same manner he was just rushed, jumping high into the air into a quick flip. He lands next to Duke, bending his legs and springing back into the air once again. He rolls over horizontally, launching a kick towards his opponent and continuing the roll to land on his feet, ready to spring again.
COMBATSYS: Guile successfully hits Duke with Rolling Sobat.
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Duke 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Guile
The assault from the Duke is neutralized somewhat, though not significantly. As Duke hits the boards right through the Saloon door, he is finds himself already in trouble. Guile catches the Duke, and tosses him away to assist the street fighter. The ganglord is somewhat impressed. A lesser, or more practical man, would have used that opening to his advantage.
A man Duke, that is to say.
As the black hat lands on his feet, he brushes himself off. "Justice? What makes you think what you are standing for is justice, Billy Blondes? You think it was justice to stand up for those sheep farmers? Why, hell, who would have thought a cowboy like you would be opposed to the cattle farmers. I'm no different from you, Captain. I just picked a side. A losing one, I might add." Finishing his dusting, the ganglord throws up his guard in time for Guile to come roaring in. The black haired man from earlier looks at the fight opening before him.
"Oh Hi Captain! You show him what's for!"
As Guile goes high, the Duke goes high. But as he drops low, the ganglord doesn't move quite fast enough to meet the blond-haired fighter. As Guile goes back up high, it is a clean opening for the cowpoke to land a full kick on his flank. Duke can only grunt as he is hit cleanly in the back of the ribs, wincing. "Still got the fight in you. I've seen that style before, Captain. Not sure the folks in this town would want to hear it." Regaining his composure, he continues to follow after Guile as he rolls, Wrapping one hand into the other, he lurches in with a two fisted slam at Guile, throwing all momentum into the rip-roaring assault.
"But that there looked like a Sioux kick."
COMBATSYS: Guile fails to interrupt Aggressive Strike from Duke with Quick Throw.
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Duke 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Guile
Listening warily, the Captain does not let his guard down as the Duke says his peace. When he is comes out of his roll, Guile attempts to wrap the Duke's leading arm to throw him over the horizon but misses cleanly. It is all he can do to let all his air out in a gigantic oof in an effort to not let then wind get knocked out of him. He backs off, rubbing at his ribs as he glares at the Duke, "I ain't for sheep farmers, and I ain't for cattle herders. I'm against any low-life who would stoop to thievery and sodomy to get an edge on their competition."
He then shrugs, "And yeah. I still got the old fight left in me. So do you, I reckon. We all choose sides, Duke. You didn't choose a losing side, you chose a side that was destined to lose. When you and your gang started birddogging those sheep farmers."
At the mention of the Sioux kick, Guile raises an eyebrow, "I reckon it did. What of it?"
As Duke lands a bone-breaking blow upon the man, he recovers at roughly the same speed Guile takes. That was a desperate hit, and he had the devil's fortune that Guile didn't follow up. But as he gets his center, he looks at Guile, a smirk across his face. "Well I'll be. Then I guess those rumors were true. When I heard the Sioux caught you, I was plum ready to celebrate at your funeral. But then you managed to slip away from the Sioux, without the US Army to back you up or anything. Now I know a good deal about the Sioux, and I know that they are some of the best manhunters in the West."
Duke begins to raise a fiery leg up."
"Nobody, not even the Good Captain here, could get away from the Sioux unless they let him go. Now, funny thing about the Sioux, they don't let their prisoners go unless they prove them some respect. And here we are, good old Captain William Guile, throwing around Injun Kicks like they were second nature." Throwing down the leg, the entire set shudders, a massive shockwave ripping outwards in a fiery blast. Riding the shockwave, Duke lunges after Guile, leading with a massive fist to catch him hard as the blast rolls out. But not without a final say.
"Seems we got ourselves an Injun Lover."
COMBATSYS: Duke successfully hits Guile with Seismic Impact.
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The Captain is rocked back by the blasting punch delivered by the Duke, and he subsequaintly flies a good distance until he hits the ground and then slides a few more feet. Not one for sitting around long, he uses the momentum of the slide to roll back over his shoulder and regain his feet.
As soon as his feet find purchase on the ground, he is already bolting towards the Duke to launch into a furious combo of punches and kicks which find its point of culmination with a strong spinning back-elbow aimed inside of Duke's guard to the sturnum.
That attack could end it, but the Captain brings his first up to attempt to land flat against the chin of Duke in an upward-moving backfist.
He is already turning to setup his next attack as he mutters, "No comment," to the Sioux accusation.
COMBATSYS: Duke interrupts Combo Attack from Guile with Crack Up.
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The stomping shockwave nearly causes the whole set to fall apart. Duke, for all his presence, seems to have the power to back it up. As he sends the good guy flying, he seems to have a smug, almost self-satistified look across his face. It works for the character, fortunately, and as Guile struggles back up, he is already ready to greet him.
And to continue the plot twist.
"No comment. Why, Captain, it almost sounds like you are embarrassed. Maybe I should tell everyone here about what I think happened." The townfolks, once hidden from the brawl breaking out in the streets, had poured out now to listen to what the heck The Duke was talking about. As Guile comes in with his kicks and punches, the Duke seems to take it head on, deflecting some of the punches, taking the others clean. The big man was built like a tank, needless to say. The clean hits are like hitting a stone wall.
I shouldn't even have to describe the blocks.
But when the elbow comes, the Duke catches it. "I figure that you found yourself with the Sioux, and gone and made yourself an Injun Lover." As Guile unleashes the final punch, Duke preempts him with a sharp, stunning jab to the face. "Learning their tricks, working with their people." The gangleader continues, grabbing Guile by the neck with a choking, crush grip. "What's the matter, Captain. After of people getting a glimpse of the real you? Well, I got a little secret myself." Winding back with an uppercut, he knocks Guile up in the air, before finishing the combination with a powerful wind-up punch to knock him away. Before Guile could recover, the boss raises a hand up, which begins to burn with a strange red fire.
"You aren't the only one with Injun tricks, Billy."
COMBATSYS: Guile focuses on his next action.
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Duke 1/------=/=======|=======\===----\1 Guile
As Guile finds himself flat on his back on the ground again, he looks up towards the sky with a grunt. He puts his hands back behind his head, bringing his knees up to his chest. With a kick, he plants his feet beneath him and powers through to bring his body back to a standing position. He tilts his head to the left, resulting in the sound of joints cracking. This seems to hurt him too.
Finally, he looks over yonder to Duke, shaking his head, "Y'know, you sure do a lot of talking for someone who is about to hang, hoss."
When the fire around Duke's hand begins to flare up, the Captain's eyes widen a fraction of an inch. Sliding his right foot back, he plants it into the ground and gestures Duke forward as he brings his hands up, "Come on!"
Duke's eyes glint with violet fire.
"I don't think you understand, Captain. But I'll tell you the same thing I told you, back when you caught me back in Texas. By the time I'm through with you, you are going to be sealed up in a pine cedar box." The ganglord thunders towards Guile with every step. "So let me tell you a story. Did you know Comanche shamans would go out into the desert, in order to get closer with their gods? It was a spiritual journey, to only live off the cactus plants in the depths of the desert. I ran into one of these shamans, while on the run from you. A bitter old man, meaner than a rattlesnake, and twice as poisonous. I tried to rob this old man, and he thumped me real good. Nearly killed me. I thought of something real quick to keep me alive. See, this was during the end of the Texas-Indian Wars. So he was real bitter about the settlers there. So he let me live, in exchange for a promise. You know what that promise was?"
"To wipe out every serviceman this side of the Mississippi."
Duke raises the burning hand high above his head. "In exchange, he gave me the mystic powers of a Comanche shaman, to wield the fires of his people. So you see, Captain, I have some tricks of my own." Hurling his hand down, the gangboss unleashes a field of fire, letting it erupt across the street as the people scream. Roaring towards Guile, it threatened to consume him like a wash of sea water. But as the explosion rushes out, Duke lets one more afterthought out.
"Of course, unlike you, I killed the old bastard once I learned his tricks."
COMBATSYS: Guile overcomes Sledgehammer from Duke with Sonic Hurricane EX.
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The Captain responds as the fire races towards him, "A Sioux hunting party found me when I was turned around in the woods, lost and starving. Their Chief was going to execute me but the Shaman stepped in, taught me their ways, made me part of their tribe. I learned to harness the power which resides in us all as a gift from Takushkanshkan, the Sun. Your fire doesn't scare me... I've walked on the face of the sun itself."
Just before the fire reaches him, Guile pulls his arms back, "Your tricks, gained at the cost of human life, poison everything you do. Your power crumbles because it is founded on weak foundations. Now, you will know the truth!"
"SONIC HURICANE!"
Waves of sonic energy coelesce in front of Guile, cutting through the fire as Guile begins running towards Duke. The double sonic-boom continues to swirl in front of him, and with one more wave of his arms Guile breaks through the fire and forces the energy to collide with his opponent with a roar!
COMBATSYS: Guile successfully hits Duke with Sonic Hurricane EX.
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Duke 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Guile
No.
That is the expression on Duke's face as the 'indian magic' is suddenly countered by Captain Guile's own indian techniques. "No- No White Man could learn that-" The villain begins, before the wave consumes him. The massive outlaw tries to endure the blast, but the force is too much: he is swept clean off his feet, flying right backwards.
Right into a horse trough.
Drenched in water, and hat knocked clean off, the cowboy grabs the black hat, stuffing it back on his head. When the water gushes over him, the locals erupt in laughter. The next look of the dark man, however, shuts them up. Rising up, the man adjusts his collar, and begins to approach Guile, murder in his eyes. "You act like you are all high and mighty now, Captain. Well you ain't worth a single dime. Once I finish pounding you like a slab of bad beef, I am going take over this town, and make it into MY county. Your judge ain't gonna be worth nothing no how, once I get that star pinned on me." Thrusting forward with his massive boot, the Duke unleashes a stomping kick, growling out deeply towards the cowboy.
"We'll see where that justice takes you when I'M sheriff."
Guile is literally still bristling with the chi which had powered his most recent efforts. His arms lay at his side, and he remains hunched over, his eyes watching Duke intently. He takes deep breaths, pulling precious air in and then blasting it out in angry huffs.
"You've murdered countless innocents, robbed people of their livelihood, and worst of all, you've been a awful big chiseler about it. This is gonna' stop now. I'm the law here. You're either going to come quietly on your own or you're going to come quietly cause I knocked your loud mouth out. What is it gonna' be?"
Duke answers the Captain by launching his kick. The Captain pulls his arms back, his eyes fixated on Duke as he shouts, "SONIC BOOM!"
COMBATSYS: Guile interrupts Medium Kick from Duke with Sonic Boom.
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Briefly, Duke does land the kick. But ultimately, it is for naught. As the second wave of energy comes, Duke is knocked staggering back once again. "RRAGH!" Came the cry as his hat is knocked clean off, sailing up, up, up into the air. Duke, for his own worth, remains earthbound. But the fire in his eyes only told of the power that the gangster held already.
It was soon time for another explosion of energy.
Standing strong, he glares across at Guile, ripping off the remains of his burned, tattered coat. "And I'll murder a dozen more. You will never take me alive, Captain! You ain't the law, no will you ever be!" Slamming a meaty paw into one hand, he looks down at Guile, before motioning him to come forward. "Better tread lightly, Captain; one false move, and I'll see that this entire town gets blown all the way back to New York City."
Something in the Duke's voice didn't make it seem like he was kidding.
COMBATSYS: Duke focuses on his next action.
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Duke 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Guile
Settling back into his fighting stance, hands up, body bladed away, feet spread apart, the Captain narrows his eyes and then shakes his head, "Do you honestly think, after the display of power that you showed me, that I would let you live? Duke, I'm the Judge, Jury and Executioner in this matter." He then shrugs, "Way I figure it, you and I are gonna' fight like a coupla Kilkenny cats and then we're gonna' let God sort it out."
He takes a couple deep breaths, focusing once again on Duke as he prepares for the next round of combat as it were.
COMBATSYS: Guile gains composure.
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Duke watches his opponent with dilligent, dangerous eyes. He was on the edge of his rope; and in giving his opponent the chance to rest, he was risking not being able to close the gap again. Unlike his opponent, though, Duke was pure power.
And he was going to use that pure power soon enough.
Rumbling towards Guile, he watches his opponent with burning eyes. "Vigilante justice. How brave of you. For a minute there, I thought you were going to bring me before a judge, not execute me with a shot to the back of the head like some coward." The outlaw hurls his weight forward, reaching out with his left hand. Should he seize Guile, he would follow up with a crushing blow with the right, directly for the blonde soldier's face.
"But you think you can be anything more than that?"
COMBATSYS: Guile blocks Duke's Fierce Punch.
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As Duke and Guile tangle in a mixture of hands and arms, Guile gets seized by the outlaw's left hand. He gets and arm up to block the right hook aimed at his face. Rather than drive it away, he uses it as a guide as he disengages from the grab to sneak around behind Duke as quickly as his sonic boom can fly.
His arms wrap around the stomach of the outlaw, and Guile's voice can be heard, "You're in no position to judge me as a coward. Not with your..."
"HISTORY!" With the last word shouted, Guile pops his hips and bends backwards, attempting to bring Duke backwards into a suplex, and subsequintly depositing him on his head.
COMBATSYS: Duke interrupts Dragon Suplex from Guile with Tall Hammer.
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Duke was waiting for something like that.
The blow comes smashing in, wrecking what was left of Guile's guard. The outlaw knew that the end of this fight was coming soon. But as Guile reaches in, the massive brick of a man is clutched. In these close quarters, the good cowboy was seizing the Duke, hurling him up and over. The big man was burning, growling loudly.
"My History?"
As he reaches the apex of the throw, the Duke interrupts with a powerful uppercut, breaking himself free of the grapple. Well, breaking free in the technical sense. The outlaw lands facefirst in the dirt, the only silver lining being that Guile wasn't clinging on, pegging him right through the road. Struggling up, blood ran down the filthy face of the ganglord.
"There is a fine line between survival and cowardice, hombre."
Guile pushes himself to his feet, his eagle eyes locked onto Duke. He settles back into his fighting stance, waiting for Duke to make his way back up, "You're a coward, cause you won't survive this fight. It's over for you. If I don't get you, the hired guns Wells Fargo sent after you will..."
With little in the way of preamble, Guile takes a deep breath and huffs it out. With a leap, he turns his body into a spinning backfist aimed towards the chin of Duke. He follows with a low kick towards the leg of his opponent, then follows with a direct right hook aimed at the chin once again.
COMBATSYS: Duke interrupts Combo Attack from Guile with Minefield.
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"Coward?"
Duke lets loose a deep, booming laugh, crossing his arms. The outlaw's body begins to burn with that strange shaman fire. "I gotta say, Captain. Don't take this the wrong way, but you are the best anyone this side of the Mississippi can send out to catch me. What do you think those hired guns are going to do? Six shots, six kills? Outgun me? Hell, they couldn't even fight me in a fair fight, one on one. And frankly, Billy.... I don't think you have what it takes, either."
*KABOOM*
As Guile unleashes that spinning backfist, the outlaw's body responds with a fiery explosion. The bystanders scream as the set rattles, the blast shaking the studio to the core. Duke, despite the clean hit, doesn't even look a mite hurt by the attack. The only sign of any change is that fiery aura was now dissipated. Stomping after Guile, he smirks.
"Where is that Sioux magic now, Captain?"
Guile is slow to return to his feet, knocked to the ground in front of Duke by his last attack. He takes a deep breath, his eyes locked on his opponent as he releases it in a ragged exhalation. He looks around, at all the people who are gathered to witness this. All the people Duke has tormented since his arrival here. He turns his attention back to his opponent and then something palpable seems to happen.
Everyone, sensitive to the chi flowing between them or not, feels the hair rise on the backs of their necks. It takes a moment, but the energy which swirls around Guile can now just barely be seen. A growl is working its way up into a full fledged warcry, his arms moving back behind him and that warcry forms words...
"SONIC HURRICANE!"
That energy which has flown around Guile now whips into a tornado with Duke right in the midst of his last ditch effort.
COMBATSYS: Duke endures Guile's Sonic Hurricane.
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Duke's question of Indian Magic is responded with the same power. The outlaw's eyes bug out wide as the wave arcs out. Throwing up his arm, the Duke tries to endure the blast wave, holding strong against it... until ultimately, he cannot hold strong any longer. The Duke eyes shut tight, before the blast knocks him tumbling back.
And Duke lies there, unmoving.
The crowd of bystanders peek their heads out, dead silent. Was this the end? Was The Duke's tyranny and bullying over?
They gaze towards Guile, waiting for his response.
Falling to his knees at the end of the maneuver, Guile peers towards Duke with curiousity. He looks around, taking deep breaths in a gulping fashion through his mouth.
He leans over, crawling at first towards Duke, until he manages to wrestle the ground enough to get his feet under him. As he comes alongside Duke, the Captain reaches out with a foot to nudge the arm.
Then, he leans forward to check for a pulse...
Duke is covered in dirt and grime, his clothing torn to tatters. His eyes are quite shut, and as Guile knocks one of his arms free... the second one begins to move. Slowly, stealthily. Guile checks the man's pulse, which still beats steadily... while the other arm is reaching within his waistcoat. While Guile is distracted, the outlaw draws out a stick of dynamite. Focusing his energy, a spark of red flame arcs out from his thumb, lighting it. The hiss gives away the attempt, as Duke, opening his eyes, looks at Captain William Guile did in the eyes as he spits out a rasping whisper at the cowboy.
"... See you... in.... Hell... Billy Blondes."
*KABOOM*
The blast wave consumes the entire set, knocking both the stagehands and extras flat on their stomachs. The set is ripped apart as the mushroom cloud of ash and smoke fills where Duke and Guile once stood. As the shockwave blows open the doors of the studio, the chaos wanes down a bit. Both crew and bystander watches the cloud. Waiting.
Waiting to see who emerges.
COMBATSYS: Duke can no longer fight.
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Guile 0/-------/----===|
COMBATSYS: Duke successfully hits Guile with Ground Zero.
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Guile 1/-----==/=======|
With the hiss, Guile draws back with an expression of shock across his face. He looks towards the dynamite, his eyebrows creasing, and then back towards Duke. He grits his teeth as the string burns down, "You coward."
The Guile's world explodes. He brings his arms up to attempt to shield himself from the blast, but he slowly feels himself being torn apart. His arms reach back, and he grits his teeth as he shouts, "Race you there!"
"SONIC HURRICANE!"
He once again whips two sonic booms together at point blank range to slam into duke. Sand and smoke fills the area. The concusive blasts threatens serious bodily injury to any who might stay to watch. The debris flying around causes the obfuscation of the two fighters, blocking them from view.
COMBATSYS: Guile can no longer fight.
In the wake of both explosions, there is dead silence.
And then, the scrap of clothing begins to drift down. A single strip of black cloth, once worn by Duke, drifts down through the air. Dancing lightly, it is only broken from it's slow descent by the quick drop of another artifact.
The sheriff's badge.
The badge pins down the scrap of fabric, as the dustcloud begins to lift... revealing neither the outlaw nor the cowboy. Their bodies were gone. A sniffle comes from the crowd, followed by sobbing. The terror of the Rio Grande of gone, likely for good. But their hero... He had to be gone. Blow to smithereens. The good townfolk banded together, praying for their hero, Captain William Guile.
They would never forget him.
Log created on 16:12:43 04/08/2012 by Guile, and last modified on 20:20:48 04/09/2012.