Description: Delphi's Theater, once a verbal battlefield, becomes a literal one, as the shadowy swordswoman Munin ends up meeting the lethal luchador Vyle in a near rematch, one that proves loud enough for the theater of old. (Winner: Vyle)
Delphi Theatre.
It is an interesting sight, if a simple one. a half-circle of stone seats, in a reverse step-pyramid of sorts, seats lining the edges of the recession, and a circlular flat 'top' at the bottom. The worlds first stadium seating, as it were!
Munin finds it somewhat funny to be fighting here, and wonders if they really should make it a verbal debate rather than a fight with their fists. Alas, this, she knows, is not to be as she looks out at the brave souls silling to sit in the open where missed attacks may strike them, and at the various cameras positioned to record the match.
A fight with fists and blade it shall be, then.
That's right. Blade. Last time one of hers shattered in the match, but strangely, she has not replaced it. Her wardrobe has also changed from the norm. A pair of sunglasses adorn her face, hiding the strange womans even-stranger eyes behind tinted lenses. A brown duster also hangs from her small form, dark earthy brown in color, coupled with black jeans and boots. Her shirt, however, remains the same.
She test swings her blade a few times, still getting used to only having one instead of both. It sholdn't phase her too much, but the balance difference may become a problem. Time will tell.
Meanwhile, her opponent....well, he should be a familiar one. The match is almost a rematch from a couple weeks ago in fact, with the only difference being 1) no more little girl acting as a Chaos Agent and gaining their ire, and two....well...
o/` Two tapes in the deck, set to dub over, press record and absorb the Subculture o/`
2) Vyle can be as loud as he wants to be. This goes not only for his theme, but for his dress, the snazzy suit from the Bounty Hunter episode gone, and his usual loud and sickeningly bright wrestling attire on instead. And while he's definitely loud in his movements and gestures as well, he's perhaps not as...inciting as last week. Then again, he doesn't have rabid Lucha fans so easily riled to rely on this week.
Instead, once he gets onto the auditorium stage, he turns toward Munin, frowning a little. "So....guess it's round 2, huh?" he asks, scolwing a little. "I was hoping to face someone a little less Keanu Reeves, but whatever. If I have to kick your sorry ass back to the Matrix again, I can do that."
Munin raises an eyebrow, shaking her head. While she cannot reach his volume, due to a mix of her nature, and lack of vocal training, she can make it loud enough to be heard. "First off, looks like round two indeed". She smirks "Second of all, this isn't a trenchcoat, it's a duster, nor is it black, spandex, or obnoxiously tight leather".
She looks at the audience with an amused look, hands held with palms up in an inquisitive gesture. She is FINALLY learning to play a crowd, as it were "Do we have any OTHER Browncoats in the audience?".
At least half the audience starts applauding in understanding!
She looks back to Vyle, that smirk still in place, pointing the tip of the blade at Vyle dramaticly "There is no dishonor in this". This sparks some further applauding and some laughter from the same portions of the audience "At least this time there's no distractions, and i'm ready when you are!".
COMBATSYS: Vyle has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Munin has joined the fight here.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Munin
Rolling his eyes, Vyle looks out toward the audience that clap for Munin, apparently a different reference that escapes him. Not that he really seems to care either way. He just waits for the audience to get it out of their system, even rolling his hand in an impatient manner once they keep going. "Yeah, yeah, yeah...."
His arms fold over his chest as he glowers back at Munin. "Honor is for the guys that wanna feel good about themselves when they lose," he says, making sure his voice projects to the audience. "And me-" His posture suddenly changes, going from rambling to an instant dash straight toward Munin, trying to snag at her ankle and quickly trip her up with a low shoot in. "My only law is 'win'."
COMBATSYS: Munin fails to counter Quick Throw from Vyle with Shadow Strike.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Munin
In the spirit of the theatre, Munin tries to get there faster, blade out and at an angle, intending to more or less make him impale himself! While the fans collectively wince, they still applaud her attempt to 'stay in character' fora moment, even if it didn't work.
Her ankle is grabbed, and she is knocked off her feet, landing hard, and stunned momentarily trying to regain her bearings.
The only character that Vyle needs to stick to is himself. Heck, he barely needed to embellish himself when he was in the ring before. Maybe that's what got him in trouble so dang much....regardless, with that quick trip up, Vyle isn't too scared to try and press the advantage. Munin's grounded, he's standing....sounds like the perfect time to try and do some real lasting damage!
Still holding onto the swordswoman's ankle, his legs wrap around her leg, trying to twist that ankle in a dangerous direction while the grapevining legs keep it straight enough for leverage. "Now scream....scream for them."
COMBATSYS: Munin dodges Vyle's Improvised Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Munin
Well, so much for the fun. Time to stop messin around.
Munin quickly pulls her leg back as she feels it lifted, eyeing him.
Her eyes glow visibly through the sunglasses a moment after he says to scream. She isn't amused anymore. It reminds her too much of Adon and Vega for her taste. However, no words does she speak.
She rolls away from him, and leaps to her feet, suddenly bolting towards him with a swing of her weapon! Of course, this is only a chi-illusion, and the REAL Munin comes in right behind the image, hoping to strike him with her empty palm after he's already put his guard up, in a blind-spot. Throw off his timing. Her first, while not holding a weapon, is wreathed in the same dark misty glow as her sword as it comes in.
In the meantime, she watches for him to react in some way......
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Munin's Random Strike.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Munin
Oh no, Vyle remembers this from last time. Sneaky girl, but she was quite set in her sneakiness. Rather than simply duck the swing of that sword, he drops down completely onto his belly, turning perpendicular to her, so when the real attack comes in behind the fake strike, he's already too low for her to hit. "You're too quiet. You need to be LOUDER."
Rolling onto his back, he faces up to Munin again. "Or they won't be able to hear yo-" he starts on again, only to suddenly sit up just enough that he can spit straight in her face, that ugly gout of mist spewing out toward her. Noxious, poisonous, malodorous...that's Venom Breath for you.
COMBATSYS: Munin dodges Vyle's Venom Breath.
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Vyle 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Munin
Munin is quick. Luckily, quick enough to move her head and let the caustic substance go right past. She remembers him using that last time, and lucks out in being able to dodge it so close!
"Oh, i'll be plenty loud once the ball gets rolling" she assures him, as her eyes burst bright purple chi from behind her shades. One point blank attack for another! Meanwhile, she tightens the grin on her sword, once again watching what he does, just in case!
COMBATSYS: Munin successfully hits Vyle with Flashbang.
- Power hit! -
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Munin
Ok, so maybe staying on the ground like that WASN'T the best of ideas. When his Venom Breath passes by Munin, Vyle is left in a rather bad position, forced to try his best to scramble away...unfortunately, the explosive burst of chi that comes from her eyes ends up popping straight into the grounded luchador, blasting him away in a rather ugly roll away.
Groaning, he slowly tries to push himself back up, gritting his teeth as he shoves off the ground in a crouch, one kene on the ground and hanging back. He hates to admit it...but as fast as the bint is, he needs to be more deliberate than he wants to be.
COMBATSYS: Vyle focuses on his next action.
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Vyle 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Munin
Vyles opponent isn't gonna let him rest! Ooohhh no! She wants this done as fast as possible. Luchadors tend to have that knack for endurance, and the longer she fights, the worse it may be. Plus, his earlier comment made her not like him.
Racing in on him, she leaps up and over, bring her foot down in a flipping axe-kick, using momentum to pull it off, and thus robbing it of a lot of power.
However, it's a kick! No one ever expects her to do kicks, you see! Might take him off guard, she hopes!
COMBATSYS: Vyle fails to counter Light Kick from Munin with Antidote.
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Munin
Well, Vyle didn't expect her to let him rest. He was actually kind of hoping for her to come at him. After all, one of the things he did best was goad people. So when she starts and leaps at him, he's ready, suddenly popping up to try and grab her out of the air and drop her down hard.
That was the plan, at least. Unfortunately, his timing seems off enough that the flip kick drops into him and smashes into his shoulder, driving him into the ground again. "GNHGHGHNnn...." That...did not help....
As the hit lands, Munin uses his shoulder as a springboard, kicking off him to leap up into the air. She slowly flips once, then as she aligns with the ground again, she gives a battlecry as she comes down hard with her sword, aiming for his other shoulder! Being a wrestler, if she can disable his arms, all the better!
A man can't move, he can't fight, after all!
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Munin's Fierce Strike.
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Vyle 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Munin
Even with one shoulder aching, Vyle isn't an easy one to catch. When she drives down and tries to stab into his shoulder, the rudo is able to roll away and quickly spin himself back up to his feet with an agile twist of his body. One shoulder is sore...but he's still got one good arm.
"Try again..." he grunts, not caring to make it loud enough for the audience to hear. He just wants to hurt her right now. And that's what he tries to do, taking his good arm and hoping to wrap it around her waist before she can pull back from the sword stroke, and aiming to lift her up, then drop her back down with a hard side slam.
COMBATSYS: Munin fails to counter Strong Throw from Vyle with Shadow Strike.
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Vyle 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Munin
As she comes down, Munins strike whiffs past her target as he dodges, impacting the stone floor hard enough to leave a large crack in either direction from the impact of the blade! It's an impressive strike!
Sadly, she threw too much into it, and is slow to react when he comes in for the grab! She scrambles, trying to slip out of his guard and drag her sword edge along his body in the process, but even her small frame isn't slippery enough to pull it off!
He slams her into the ground, the pain and brunt of impact knocking her silly temporarily! "Ow...."
Now THAT was the kind of slam Vyle was hoping for. Sure, he's a luchador, but even luchadors have to know how to have power along with their speedy, flashy momentum-fed offense. AND it was the right kind of slam for the right moment too, grabbing just right enough to avoid that attempted counterstrike as he throws her down to the stage.
"Now THAT'S what I'm talking about!!" he shouts, loud enough for the audience to hear, so they can boo accordingly. And with her on the ground so, he does his best again to keep her grounded. He tries for her legs again, but rather than try to wrench it in a submission, he just tries to tuck them underneath his armpits, and then fall back in hopes of flinging her overhead and onto her face!
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Munin with Medium Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Munin
Munin does her best to brace for the second throw as shes grabbed for it. His shout gives away that it's coming, but even this isn't enough for her dazed mind to react to, speed or no. She lands flat on her cheek with a loud crack as the long-healed, but at one time broken bone there is rebroken!
Her shades are also a casualty, the earpiece breaking off cleanly
Pulling herself to her feet, she spits out some blood, and glares at him with a somewhat-feral, pained smile as the remains of her sunglasses slowly slide from her face to clatter to the floor. Her eyes are glowing brighter now "You wanted noise.... i'll GIVE you some noise...".
Her form becomes jet-black as her chi manifests itself on the exterior of her body! The only things visible are her glowing purple eyes, and her mouth, from which the same glowing purple light can be seen. With a bloodcurdling SCREAM, the shadowy substance erupts, sending spear-tipped lances off of itself, attempting to impale Vyle on their tips!
Hit or miss, afterwards the chi diffuses and vanishes, leaving her looking drained, but her normal self.
COMBATSYS: Vyle blocks Munin's Iron Maiden.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Munin
After the slingshot throw tosses Munin over him completely, Vyle kicks his legs up, and braces his hands against the ground, before kipping back up to his feet. Looks like he's still spry despite his earlier batterings. Even as he favors his shoulder, his confidence seems to be rising, with the blood he draws and the shades he's cracked on Munin. Quickly spinning back around to face the slippery swordswoman, he narrows his eyes when her eyes glow even brighter.
No, he doesn't do anything tricky or fancy or speedy to try and counter it. He knows when to play the odds sometimes, and right now? He just drops down into a crouch and covers up, arms in front of his face when the lancing chi streaks fly toward him. They continue to pepper him and strike hard against his arms, but when it stops, it seems like he's weathered the storm, a little worse for the wear but still standing. "What....was that it?" he asks, loud enough to project to the audience, even if his normally loud movements are stilled for now. "I expected more from a little tantrum like that, you little brat," he continues on, using the moment to buy time and let the feeling come back to his arms after that entire barrage.
COMBATSYS: Vyle gains composure.
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Vyle 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Munin
Slowly, Munin stands to her full height, which isn't much. She looks up at him, and opens her eyes. They are still glowing. Brightly.
She smirks "You can goad me aaaaaall you like. It won't have much effect. It's all just so much hot air from a blowhard who likes hurting people for his own amusement". She watches him closely, head tilting slightly to the side, seemingly amused by this entire match.
Course, she hurts right now, and that would be far from the truth, but she puts on the look. She points her hand forwards, and motions with her hand to 'come get some!'
COMBATSYS: Munin focuses on her next action.
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Vyle 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Munin
Vyle rolls his eyes. Sure, he DOES like hurting people, and it DOES amuse him, but she pretty much gives him all the moment he wanted to rest up, without pressing that advantage. Maybe it's a good thing he tried for that counterattack earlier, even if it did fail. It made her gun shy enough that he's able to get that breather he wanted.
"Oh, so you think I'm all talk? Maybe I just like to talk about hurting people because I'm good at it," he says. And when that gesture comes, well, he's all for it. Shooting in, he tries to do the same trip up he did before...so it seems. But when the trip would have come, instead he tries to grab at her wrist before pulling forward on it. Maybe not enough to completely throw her over, but enough to wrench the hand at least.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Munin with Fast Throw.
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Vyle 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Munin
The expected run in, and attack. Munin tries to go with it, to use it to get in his guard.
Unfortunately, it doesn't quite work, and she winces as her elbow arm is nearly pulled from it's socket. She isn't that durable, after all! "I don't think that's true.... something about you reminds me of Vega, just without all the power!".
Deciding to continue to press her position, she brings the sword up with the other hand, attempting to stab him right square in the stomach! A bold move, likely to fail, but if it works, could turn things around!
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Deep Strike from Munin with Antidote.
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Vyle 1/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Munin
Unfortunately for her, Vyle is ready this time. When Munin charges in for that full-on stab, Vyle ducks in and lets the weapon and her arm fully pass over his shoulder. His arm wraps around her body, grabbing over her other shoulder and clutching on tight, while his other hand grabs on to the thigh of her nearest leg. "I'm flattered...you? Flattened," he says sharply, before lifting her up into the air.
And on the way down? Well, he sits out upon the drop, and pulls Munin down into a sitting position with him, in a way that her jaw is driven into his shoulder, and her tailbone is driven straight into the stage, certainly loud enough for everyone to hear.
The light in Munins eyes begins to flicker as she comes close to losing consciousness. After the hits shes recieved, she is starting to lose consciousness.
After the impact, she breaks out of his grip, and leaps back. While she lands on her feet, she is definately not stable on them, as she eyes him with a smirk.
She can't help but still stay 'in-character somewhat, even now "You may be the winnin side, but it don't make you the RIGHT side". This illicits some claps and snickers from the other browncoats in the audience.
That said, she comes in, ducking low at the last minute, and throwing out a palm strike aimed at his face, watching as carefully as her eyes are able for counter-motion.
COMBATSYS: Vyle fails to counter Random Strike from Munin with Relapse.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Munin
Vyle can't hold on to Munin too long after that spine drop, but he certainly took the least of it, able to leisurely stand back up when she leaps away from the jarring slam. He smirks as he sees that wobbly state, knowing he's got her on the ropes for sure. "Right, wrong, like I said, the only law here is 'win'." And win is what he tries to do, when she comes in with that low rush. He gets ready to whip himself around to counter her...
...but the sudden rising palm strike catches him off guard, mid-spin, tacking him right in the temple before he can fully get his leg around and kick her out of the strike. The result is Vyle stumbling end over end, clutching his head as his momentum is suddenly turned against him, woozily dropping to the ground and finding his vision kind of....unsteady.
Woot! At least one more strike connects before her impending loss. Yes, at this point, Munin is pretty sure she is going to lose it. She can't likely take another hit like he can dish out. However, she's gonna do her best to make it a fun finale, to whatever level of success she can manage.
The audience, particularly those familiar with her fandom, start cheering at the counter-attack. She smirks "Well, aint that shiney!", then comes in with a flashy, spinning strike, bringing the sword down hard towards Vyle, attempting to take advantage of the opening!
COMBATSYS: Vyle dodges Munin's Fierce Strike.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Munin
Unfortunately Vyle just doesn't seem to want to play along. Even with his head woozy from the strike to his temple, he's not about to let Munin come back so quickly. The flashy spining strike ends up missing as Vyle quickly draws in his arms and slides himself under Munin through her legs, just as she tries to bury her sword straight into him. "NGhhhh...."
From there, his legs lift again, but rather than kip up, he twists himself about, trying to drive both his feet into the back of a knee with a drop kick, hoping this one fully buckles her. "Shine on this."
COMBATSYS: Munin dodges Vyle's Light Kick.
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Vyle 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Munin
As dazed as she is, Munin is still coherant enough to see the attack coming, and simply lifts her leg as he kicks. She flashes her best impression of a Nathan Filion smile to the crowd, and without missing a beat, the raised leg is kicked backwards with all the strength she can muster, aiming for his face!
COMBATSYS: Munin successfully hits Vyle with Strong Kick.
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Vyle 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Munin
....that came out a lot worse than it should have. Vyle's low drop kick fails, and instaed, he ends up eating a sudden back kick to the face, blasting him horribly and slamming his head back into the stage. Something that echoes loud across the auditorium, and something that probably gets the crowd cheering for his comeuppance. And the rudo's poor head? Swimming even more as the ringing in his head echoes even louder to him.
Still, he's a resilient bastard, and despite the way his head throbs and spins, he kips himself back up, vaulting himself into the air and straight at Munin. "GNHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" he growls, feet pumping with several fierce stomps that try to drive into the top of Munin's head and face as he hopes he can finish this for once.
COMBATSYS: Munin fails to counter Riot Stampede from Vyle with Shadow Strike.
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COMBATSYS: Munin can no longer fight.
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As Munin turns, she sees her opponent go airborn. Perfect! She tries to zip beneath and past him, striking with a finish blow!
Unfortunately, she mistimes it, and he lands right on her, knocking her over!
At this point, she's at his mercy, or lack thereof, as his stomps strike true. When he's done, shes unconscious on the ground, bruised and battered, and her fractured cheek is lookin miiiiiiiighty unhealthy now with the swelling.
As the medics attend to her, the crowd applauds Vyle his victory, while some of the fans that are fellow browncoats have moved to seats near one-another, and are cheering for both.
Vyle stomps, and stomps, and stomps, continuing to bash her repeatedly with his heels until he's finally content enough to step back, still half expecting her to pop up suddenly and show that it was some kind of illusion he was bashing. When it's apparent that she's not, and the count starts, he can't help but smile. The smile looks relieved at first...then just a little more wicked. "HAHAAAAAAAHH!!" he lets out with a bellowing laugh as the count hits 10, and his theme hits to help announce his victory.
And as gracious as ever in victory, he can't help but mug and play for the crowd while Munin gets checked on by the medics. "SICKNESS WITHOUT WITNESS!" he screams, echoing through the auditorium, accompanied with fairly...obscene gestures too.
COMBATSYS: Vyle takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Vyle has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:08:31 05/14/2012 by Vyle, and last modified on 11:16:54 05/16/2012.