Description: In a throwndown in Kazakhstan, Hockey Star Brett faces off against the strange red-haired mystic Raoghnailt in a violent bout, resulting in no clear winner (WINNER: DKO)
It's been a crazy few weeks for Brett...one that kept him out of any real sort of fighting groove as other things had taken up his time and focus. But...well, a few new developments have helped put the young Mr. Neuer at ease, if only just a little. And so, out of his comfort zone, he's here, back in the NDP mix. And by 'out of his comfort zone', he means a country he's never visited before EVER until today for his NDP fight. Staring up at the Monument above where he and his opponent are to fight, he swallows at the scale. "Wow..."
He doesn't stare for too much longer though, shaking his head and trying to get into his pre-fight checklist again, making sure he gets back into that whole ritual, even if his opponent isn't here yet. As a matter of fact, where is his opponent? THe one with the long unpronouncable name?
Oout on the branches, of course.
Raoghnailt lays on the girders of the Bayterek Monument, an intricate weaving of a man-made poplar tree. Letting her leg dangle over the edge, she kicks lightly as she hums to herself. It was beautiful up here. Normally, she hated man-made structures like this. They lacked energy; the refinement was poisoning to the natural energies of chi. But the wind here... she was reflecting upon the shifting energy, drawing in the energy, and letting it flow through her. As Brett comes back up, he might be able to notice her... though as he approaches, the blind-folded woman speaks out, calling out to the hockey star.
"Hello!"
Brett's gaze is down as he works on tightening his gloves and his skates, making sure they're all secured...and by the time he looks back up, he finds himself looking back up to the freckled redhead in the blindfold before him, nearly jumping back when she appears out of nowhere. "WHoa!...oh....god...so...um...you're Raoghinailed?" he asks, making sure she's his opponent even as he goes through his checklist.
Securing his helmet finally, he slinks down into his stance, not waiting for the conformation of her name. "Good luck, ok?"
"Ray-nay!"
RRaoghnailt sits up, clutching her thin cane. Facing away from the man, she simply smiles. "Raoghnailt looks like it is hard to say, because it is such a beautiful and rich name, it has all those extra letters! It is Gaelic you know! It means lamb!" Her voice holds a light scottish brogue, almost sing=song. Grinning warmly, she adjusts her blindfold as she struggles to stand up.
"But thank you, good luck to you too!"
She asks sweetly, hardly an ill tone in her voice. Her robes swishing unnaturally in the wind, she finally reaches upright, swinging her arms around nervously as she tries to find her balance. "Your spirit is troubled. What is your name? My caretakers sometimes forget to tell me things. They have been doing that a lot more often!" Raoghnailt stops smiling, her brow furrowing.
Balancing was getting hard!
Brett blinks. "....R-R-really..." he says, a might bit embarrassed at how he pronounced her name now. "Eheheh...sorry about that. So...good luck to you, Ms. Raynay," he says, a nod to her as he starts get himself all set up. His usual pre-fight ritual was almost done. Now all he needed to do was....
"...h-huh? I'm.....Brett Neuer," he says, swallowing a bit. Then again, the news of the attack DID kind of spread pretty wide.
"You are like Kula!"
Raoghnailt begins to wave her arms around, trying to keep her balance. Focusing, she begins to babble faster, panicking. "Oh dear. Well, anyways. As I was saying, your auram your spirit is like Kula. But it is unique to you, I can tell. Your aura is cold, but hot with drive and passion! But there is something troubling you, something throwing off your cente-"
"WHOOPS!"
And with a tumble, Raoghnailt begins to fall off the girder. Suddenly, she surges with a bluish light, whirling with wind energy. Raoghnailt begins to slow down, her fall like a feather drifting down. Landing with the first foot, before the second, she holds her arms out as her robes whip around. As she lands, the emergy continues to be ablaze, the woman alight with the chi. And smiling, she finally faces towards Brett. "Sorry! I am babbling again, aren't I. Aren't we here to fight?"
COMBATSYS: Raoghnailt has started a fight here.
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Raoghnailt 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Brett has joined the fight here.
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Brett 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Raoghnailt
Brett swallows a bit more, clearly not used to dealing with people like Rao at all. Every thing she does seems to make him sweat and look on dumbstruck. "....Y-yeah, we are," he says, shaking his head, and trying to find his center. Ignoring what Rao was saying about it and his 'aura'.
While he didn't need it (or at least didn't use it) in his previous fights, he still ends up cracking his stick down on the ground with that sharp sound, his breathing steaded soon as the sound ceases echoing. "Ready..." he says in a low tone, head rising as his game face is turned on. Then....
The signal comes. Breaking into a dash, Brett starts straight toward Rao, as if about to bum rush her right here, right now....except he passes straight by her. Instead, he reaches his stick out on the pass, trying to yank her around the neck with the blade of his stick and pull her down ilke a Vaudeville hook.
COMBATSYS: Raoghnailt blocks Brett's King's End.
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Brett 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Raoghnailt
Well, Raoghnailt isn't used to dealing with people like Brett!
Raoghnailt continues to smiles, holding upright. Spreading the arms open, her cane begins to grow alight with blue-white energy. "Come at me, Brett!" She trills, waiting for Brett to come. She doesn't turn her head as Brett brushes past her, though as the hockey passes by her, the air seems to become.... thick. The air around Raoghnailt seems unnaturally thick, slowing down Brett slightly. When he reaches out in the pass, it is like reaching through a pool of water. Raoghnailt doesn't initially react.
And then she feels the hook.
"EEK!" She shrieks as she throws down her cane. Leaning over violently, she struggles against the neck catch, whimpering as she keeps strong against it. The air grows thicker, and then, glowing with an inner light. "That hurt!" She exclaimed, before swinging her own cane around for his chest. While slow, and the cane would hardly put a dent in his armor... the burning light would cut through it like a hot knife through butter...
And readily cut to the bone.
COMBATSYS: Raoghnailt successfully hits Brett with Power Strike.
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Brett 0/-------/----===|===----\-------\0 Raoghnailt
That was...interesting.
Brett could feel it as he passed by Rao, like he was suddenly passing through a thicker air, finding it just a little harder to push through than usual. He doens't seem to think much of it, maybe figuring it for a play on his mind. He's been in a weird mental state for a while, after all. Continuing to push through, he tries to finish the pull, but is unable to finish it off, that bit of slowness apparently just enough to stall the hook for Rao to slip out of.
Pivoting around, Brett starts to pursue and come toward Rao once again, still trying to build up that momentum....and the swing of that cane? Well, he tries to bring his own stick up to meet it. But...apparently, that air is thick enough to slow him down just enough, and that glowing cane hot enough to cut through what he couldn't, that the strike slams into him straight into the chest. "GUHhhhNGHGHH!!!" The first sound was the strike itself hitting him...the second him crashing to the ground , with speed and force that ends up turned back against him. Sliding a few yards, Brett tries his best to pitch back up. Concrete and stone is a little less forgiving than ice though in that respect.
With his attempt to build up speed stalled out of the gate, the hockey fighter figures he has to get into her face NOW if he wants a shot at building up that momentum again. Not that he literally does that. He's close, sure, but rather than go high, he drops slow, crouching on his skates as he extends his stick out and sweeps by with several spinning strikes from his stick at Rao's ankles.
COMBATSYS: Raoghnailt blocks Brett's Ice Thrasher.
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Brett 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Raoghnailt
Raoghnailt slashes into Brett, tearing through with incredible power. But the mystic simple returns to her smile, rubbing her neck. "You have a stick! Why do you have a stick?" She asked, letting Brett come roaring back in. Raoghnailt quickly throws up her hand, and another light begins to fill the air around her.
This time, it was clear she was up to something.
Brett finds it harder and harder to close down on the woman, the field of light around her dragging down his momentum. As he closes in low, the red-haired lass drives down her cane, trying to stop the low blows.. and only partially stopping the assault. The reduction in speed, however, was very obvious now.
She was using some kind of power.
Raoghnailt still holds her hand out, smiling. "Brett..." She calls out softly, now reaching out for him as he was still low. "Let me taste your spirit." She says, attempting to place a hand on the young man... and shove him downwards in a crushing press. Her power in itself would hardly be of any note to the bigger man. But Should she get a grip, Brett would suddenly feel a very painful sensation, as if Raoghnailt was tear something from his body. Should he look, he might see, and understand what was going on. Frost would be forming around her palm, ice shards jutting out of his skin....
She was drawing out his energy.
COMBATSYS: Raoghnailt successfully hits Brett with Medium Throw.
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Brett 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Raoghnailt
Ok, that's...so not good. Brett can definitely feel himself slowing down, his spin losing speed far faster than it should as he whips around, trying to keep hacking at Rao's ankles and her cane eating as much of teh damage as possible. This bodes badly, considering how much emphasis Brett's style has on Newton's First Law.
And despite his attempts to pull out of his spin and pull back before Rao can grab him, he ends up simply eating it yet again, slammed down to the ground with a shudden jolt and feeling like his skin was being pulled off or something. "NNNHHHNNNhhnnnAAGHHHH!!!" he growls. This is one of the worst possible positions for Brett to be, considering how little room he has to work with. All he can rely on from here is brute strength, trying to swing the butt of his stick straight into Rao's face and crack it across her jaw.
COMBATSYS: Brett successfully hits Raoghnailt with Medium Strike.
- Power hit! -
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Brett 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Raoghnailt
As Raoghnailt keeps the hold, the air around her grows deathly cold. Her aura begins to flare with blue, icy energy, the same that Brett held within him. And still smiling, she forces Brett down, feeding on his energy. "So cold! But so much passion!" As Brett struggles back, he can still feel the thick air, now clodded with chilly energy. Ripping through the icy cold, Raoghnailt doesn't even seem to react to the stick rushing up.
And the crack comes.
"OOOOOOOWOWOWOWOW!" She howls, releasing Brett as she stumbles back. Clutching her jaw, tears begin to stream down from her blindfold as she whines. "You hit my jaw! Oh I think you broke it! You broke my jaw, how could you?" Continuing to whimper, she raises up a hand, and sticks out a finger. Icy energy seems to draw out from it, as Raoghnailt begins to weave a strange pattern in the air between Brett and herself. "You meanie butt!" She explains, before finishing the pattern with a smash with the butt of her fist. A thin beam of ice suddenly erupts out, shooting straight for Brett...
And attempting to encase him with his own energy.
COMBATSYS: Brett endures Raoghnailt's Starlight Dreamer.
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Brett 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Raoghnailt
Normally, Brett might be sympathetic to the cries and whimpers that come from Rao as she stumbles back from that desperate stick shot he gave her. But...well, he's not really in a sympathetic mood. Not that he gets terribly swayed easy when he's got his game face on, but after feeling what he felt from her, like she was tearing off his skin...well, it comes off as crocodile tears, to be honest.
Finally getting back up to his feet, he props himself up on his stick, and watches as she weaves that intricate sign in the air. Eyes widen as the beam it creates comes straight at him.....and he?
He just barrels right toward it. The icy energy slams into him and stalls his momentum as the power buffets him. Still, Brett doesn't move, pushing into it more and more...just close enough that he can try and swing his stick up and hook it behind Rao's head. His hope is to hook her and pull her down again, like before...just this time straight toward him, where a charging elbow would be there to meet her.
COMBATSYS: Brett successfully hits Raoghnailt with Sir Stanley's Crush.
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Brett 0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1 Raoghnailt
"Eek!"
Raoghnailt squeals when Brett comes breaking through the blast. "Wait, no, don't- oh no!" She whimpers again, throwing up her hand. Raoghnailt still stands fairly stationary, the woman hardly moving from her central place with every attack. And yet, she was still holding some momentum with the fight.
But that chilling soup of an energy field doesn't die down.
And it is fortunate for Raoghnailt. The woman is actually perfectly hooked this time, and the mystic is pulled through her soupy, frozen ether that was surrounding her, brought to a bone crushing smash. Brett could feel that once he broke through her energy fields... she was very squishy and weak. And imobile. Moaning in pain, she curls up in a ball briefly, tapping her cane around. Pulling away, she stumbles back, taking in a deep breath.
And stands perfectly still.
Arms outspread.
Waiting.
COMBATSYS: Raoghnailt focuses on her next action.
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Brett 0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1 Raoghnailt
The crushing strike catapulted Brett forward in a fierce way, sending him speeding on his wheels in a way he had intended right from the beginning. With that momentum building again, he doesn't let up, doesn't sympathize, doesn't relent. Even with his opponent curled in a fetal position after the pulling elbow, he's not about to stop, not when he's spent all this time trying to speed up.
Pivoting around once he gets to the end of the fighting boundary, he starts forward again, this time trying to streak by Rao again as she backs up. Wheeling through, he lifts his stick up again and tries to jab the butt of his stick straight into her stomach before spinning away.
COMBATSYS: Brett successfully hits Raoghnailt with Weapon Jab.
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Brett 0/-------/-----==|=======\=====--\1 Raoghnailt
"NNNnnnngh"
Raoghnailt struggles as she lets Brett roar in, letting him break through to take the hit. This time, there wasn't any field to slow him down, no field to stop him. She was, for a moment, exposed. And with it, Brett smashes through. Stumbling back, she groans in agony... before cooing. Hung over, her liver was burning in agony. Her arms still up, she smiles broadly, turning to face the hockey star.
ANd then, the ice begins to coat the entire ground.
The girders are bound up in the frost, the icy wind howling through the field "... Let me hold you, Brett. Let me release your pain, your troubles..." Arms spread open, Raoghnailt seems to be slowing down. Gracefully, she releases the cane, letting it free from her wrist. Arms open, she speaks softly, growing slower as Brett speeds up. "Brett..." She calls out in a calm, soothing voice. Closing in, she begins to envelop around Brett's own presence. She felt everywhere and nowhere. And softly, she closes in on the hockey player.
To embrace him.
COMBATSYS: Raoghnailt successfully hits Brett with Vision of Infinity.
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Brett 1/------=/=======|=------\-------\0 Raoghnailt
Raoghnailt embraces Brett lovingly, nuzzling her face into the top of his helmet. The red-haired mystic bears a smile on her face, clinging to Brett tightly. Humming lightly, she speaks like a lost memory from a distant childhood. "Brett... I am going to release you...."
"So be free with me."
Brett and Raoghnailt are consumed by a whirlwind of energy, enveloping them both. Brett feels what can be best described of his body exploding, Raoghnailt detonating his aura into an explosion of icy energy, intermingled with her own light chi... and the surrounding wind. The explosion of energy erupts in a pillar, tearing through the girders, coating them in heavy icicles. As the burst dies down, frost begins to fade in the surrounding area... as Raoghnailt stumbles back blindly. She had landed cleanly, yes.
But now dshe didn't have her cane.
The stab of Brett's stick managed to hit through, bowling Rao over and sending him through again....until his latest turn finds him hitting an ice patch. Normally, this would be EXCELLENT news. Except 'normally' means Brett has ICE SKATES on, not ROLLER BLADES. With wheels that are much much less useful on ice than normal hockey skates are, Brett ends up sliding helplessly toward Rao's embrace.
And then....his body explodes.
Or at least it feels like it, the sudden energy vortex feeling like it's about to tear him apart. "AGHGHGHGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" As it dies down...Brett looks absolutely awful. But still, he stands....and that's not a good thing for Rao.
Sure, he felt like he was dead on his feet...but he can still wheel himself over toward Rao, and do what he does best: Smash. As in, try to smash a faltering elbow into her as he rolls forward, followed by another, and another...the elbows turning to punches, before he finally tries to finsh it off with a final shoulder smash in lieu of his stick.
COMBATSYS: Brett successfully hits Raoghnailt with Broad Street Barrage.
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Brett 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Raoghnailt
He was still standing.
Off-balance, blind, and unable to get her footing, Raoghnailt stumbles around. "Where is my cane?" She asks, groping around. "No, stop, stop! I need my cane!" But Raoghnailt tore apart the hockey star. She wasn't expecting punishment for her actions.
But she deserved it.
There is no aura in place as she twists around, trying to evade the roaring mass of aura coming her way. But she couldn't block. As the elbows come, she just takes it, yelping with every blow. By the time the combo is ended with a shoulder smash, she is blubbering like a babe. "I... I..."
"No!"
The woman suddenly floats up in the air, both arms held high. Burning with light, she begins to spread her arms apart... and unleashes a flurry of thin lines of light. The lasers begins to tear apart the remaining girders, begining to knock down the limbs of the momument. She seems to be ready to tear the whole place apart...
Until she collapses, unconscious from the strain.
COMBATSYS: Raoghnailt can no longer fight.
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Brett 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Raoghnailt successfully hits Brett with Diamond Eyes.
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Brett 0/-------/--=====|
Brett finished it. That shoulder tackle finished it for sure, he knows it. Dead on his feet as he is, Brett KNOWS that's the end of the fight.
So why is the girl he just spent battering senseless suddenly floating above him like nothing happened?
He doesn't get a chance to answer that, as the rain of beams shooting down at him and the entire base of the monument. And while the monument still stands...barely....by the time she collapses? Brett Neuer does NOT. While it was impossible to see in the dust and smoke kicked up by Rao's final gasp, there was simply no avenue of escape for the hockey kid. And so he falls, maybe not as battered looking as Rao, but probably much worse for the wear, all things considered.
COMBATSYS: Brett takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Brett can no longer fight.
Log created on 16:25:01 05/08/2012 by Raoghnailt, and last modified on 09:51:12 05/09/2012.