Description: The Spider 'tests' to see if Intan is worthy for 'R', but gets more than he bargained for.
Ari "The Spider" Abraham has recently finished a deep cover assignment that took several years, and is back to stalking prey for "R". Today's target? A member of the Neo Development League named Intan, known for her blade work. Since the Spider is also skilled with blades, it made sense to send him after this potential recruit. The mission? To test her skills, give her a job offer, and see how she feels about working for "R".
The Spider is crouched across the street from Intan's place of residence, on a rooftop. He's three stories off the ground, watching via binoculars.
Well. Intan is currently headed towards class, since she remains a teenager despite making money of a kind most adults would be jealous of. Schooling is kind of important even (or maybe especially) when you get beat up on a regular basis as your way of making money. Simple fact, true though. Not having scheduled a fight, Intan is not actively watching for any potential challengers at the moment, but that doesn't mean she's unarmed...
Intan is never unarmed.
The Spider doesn't allow himself a smile as he spots his quarry, tucking the binoculars into the pocket of his brown bomber jacket. He slips over the side of the roof, falling into a canopy below, before bouncing out to the street. He lands behind Intan, rising to a standing position. "Ms. Intan, I presume?" the Israeli ex-pat asks, watching her carefully.
Intan instantly tenses and turns around, her hands immediately move to the blades on her hips, and she narrows her eyes. "And you are?" She asks coldly, looking at the man stahnding before her. "If you're some kind of creepy stalker, I'll warn you that all people who tried to stalk me ended up in intensive care." Of course, nobody's tried so far... "If you're not, what's your business?"
The Spider frowns at Intan, incapable of understanding humor or threats. "They call me the Spider. My employers have their eye on you. They want to know what kind of fighter you are." He suddenly dashes forward at Intan, blurring with the speed he picked up from his years as a spy. "So let's see if you have what it takes!" He lashes out with his hand, trying to jam his finger into Intan's throat.
COMBATSYS: Spider has started a fight here.
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Spider 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Intan has joined the fight here.
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Spider 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Intan
COMBATSYS: Intan blocks Spider's Hand of Samael.
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Spider 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Intan
At those movements, one hand of Intan's draws a Kris while the other moves to block the blow headed to her neck. "Creepy stalker, noted." She states as she makes a slight move back before lashing out at Spider with her only drawn blade so far, it's a stab meant for the guy's gut, but as it's early on in the fight she isn't particularly picky yet. "Guess we'll see you in the intensive care soon."
COMBATSYS: Spider blocks Intan's Serrated Stab.
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Spider 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Intan
The Spider's arm sweeps downwards, knocking the knife aside as his jacket is cut open and his wrist cut. "Stalker? My employer is so much more than that," the Spider states levelly, before swinging around a chop aimed at the side of Intan's neck. "He can make the money you're making now look like /peanuts/," he explains boastfully.
COMBATSYS: Spider successfully hits Intan with Quick Punch.
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Spider 0/-------/------=|===----\-------\0 Intan
The chop lands this time, and Intan winces at the strike. Narrowing her eyes she looks at the man she's fighting before deciding on her next move. "How much then?" She asks as she strikes, a quick and erratic movement aimed for Spider's side. "And what does the job entail anyway?" Then a quick move backwards, "I'm not signing up to anything without knowing what I'm signing for."
COMBATSYS: Spider fails to counter Random Strike from Intan with Star of Zion.
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Spider 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Intan
The Spider grunts as his side is cut open, blood splurting out of the wound and onto the ground. Suddenly dizzy, he stumbles sideways, hitting a brick wall and clinging onto it for dear life. "If you did a good job...Millions. Ever hear of 'R'? We're mercenaries. It'd be a real job - no more listening to your parents, no more taking crap from people at school...None of it."
"Mercenaries, huh?" Intan seems to be seriously considering it, though she doesn't look like she's going to make it cost her momentum. Rushing forwards once more, she lashes out with both of her blades, drawing one of them in the middle of the movement. It's clearly not a pleasant strike as she slices in a cross pattern at the Spider's chest. "Like you see in the movies? Take any job, no matter what it is kind of mercenaries?"
COMBATSYS: Spider dodges Intan's Brutal Strike.
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Spider 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Intan
The Spider rolls away from the wall, leaving Intan's kris knives to scrape the brick surface he was leaning against. His hand swings out and he attempts to grab Intan's wrist with one hand, before slamming his fist down into her elbow. "That's right, we take any job that pays. Your conscience for your bank account. It's a fair trade."
COMBATSYS: Spider successfully hits Intan with Heart of a Maccabee.
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Spider 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Intan
This is starting to get annoying, Intan winces as she fails to block that blow, and with a sigh she makes a backflip to land on top of a nearby garden shack. "Well, that's kind of interesting. Do you guys always beat up the people you're trying to recruit?" She doesn't attack, instead allowing herself to take a quick breather. "Or am I special like that?"
COMBATSYS: Intan gains composure.
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Spider 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Intan
The Spider grunts at that comment, staring balefully at Intan. "A test is required before you can join our organization. Right now, you're doing alright." He drops into a fighter's stance, Krav Maga if Intan knows her martial arts, and waits. "But we'll have to see."
COMBATSYS: Spider focuses on his next action.
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Spider 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Intan
Intan is not the kind of person to take too long to respond, and so she rushes forwards once again, rolling over the ground as she lands and lashing out at the Spider's leg in the middle of that movement, trying to slash the Spider in his Achilles' tendon. As she rolls past she rises again and looks at her opponent, "Alright you say?" Well, alright is better than sucktastic...
COMBATSYS: Intan successfully hits Spider with Weakening Slash.
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Spider 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Intan
The Spider emits a wordless groan as his Achilles tendon is cut, dropping to a knee. "Cheap shot...I like you, Intan." He rises back to his feet, leaning on his good leg. He reaches out for her wrist, attempting to pull her in close so he can strike her with a headbutt. "You're looking better and better for this job."
COMBATSYS: Intan blocks Spider's Quick Throw.
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Spider 1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0 Intan
Intan rolls with that pull just well enough that she avoids the worst of the headbutt, turning once more to face the man she is fighting, she lashes out with a rapid strike, it's not a very deep strike, but it's clear that it serves some kind of purpose. "Cheap shots are just a loser's way of saying 'stuff I don't know how to react to.'"
COMBATSYS: Intan successfully hits Spider with Weapon Jab.
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Spider 1/----===/=======|======-\-------\0 Intan
The Spider grunts as the blade cuts him, stepping backwards with a limp due to his cut hamstring. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining..." He then snaps forward, with a powerful uppercut, aimed at Intan's jaw. "Feel the power of Zion!" he shouts, attempting to sock Intan directly in the mouth.
COMBATSYS: Intan dodges Spider's Masechet.
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Spider 0/-------/-------|======-\-------\0 Intan
Well, Intan suddenly steps out of the way and turns. "The power of Zion didn't quite seem to hurt." She kind of taunts the man she's fighting before she moves in to make another strike, this she doesn't use her weapons, she moves down to get in a partially crouching position before launching a powerful kick at her adversary for the day. "I think that's because Israel is kind of a poor place to live in." Taunting, taunting...
COMBATSYS: Spider fails to counter Strong Kick from Intan with Star of Zion.
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COMBATSYS: Spider can no longer fight.
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The Spider gets kicked right in the face, a tooth flying out of his mouth as he stumbles backwards. He strikes some trash cans and falls over, completely knocked out and out of action. He's likely angry about those comments about Israel, but can't respond in his present state.
[OOC] The Spider says, "Thanks for the fight. :)"
[OOC] Intan says, "Thank you, too."
ODROP::Spider heads OOC.
Log created on 09:23:24 04/13/2012 by Intan, and last modified on 10:18:51 04/13/2012.