Description: For some reason, Ken Masters and his crew -hate- K'. They send him to ban Vice from SNF, while drugged up gangbangin' DamnD comes to get a piece of the action. It goes badly for all involved. (Winner: Vice(?!?))
Suburbia. Metro City.
Usually a quiet and peaceful neighborhood, today there has been the usual hubbub which comes with hosting a Saturday Night Fight. There has also been a Vice, who has been getting progressively more irritated throughout the day. It is hardly a secret that she is going to be banned from the matches for some period. What has been surprising is how well she has apparently taken it. When she arrived, on time, she had a huge stack of comic books with her. She asked where she should wait, sat down, and has been working through them for much of the day.
It is a calming ritual. It helps keep her sane.
The time is rolling closer now, though, and whilst most of the staff have had the good sense to keep away from her, now she has to be directed in front of the cameras. To the houses. With the lawn gnomes and the ridiculous ... showiness of it, is really burning her up. She'd largely entered the fights as a way of venting some steam, but now she feels like a dancing monkey; an amusing animal wheeled out for the masses, to make them *laugh* and *smile* and oh isn't it cute she isn't REALLY dangerous.
"Hit a jerk with a lawn gnome to get to speak to the boss." She mutters, and her eye twitches. "Like I need his *permission* to beat the hell out of him for this ridiculous stunt. The nerve. Who does he think I am?"
Yet... despite her grumbling to herself, she is standing where she's meant to stand. She's waiting. She hasn't killed anyone, or even tried to hurt anyone, all day long.
Somehow this is more frightening. The calm before the storm. And this has been building up... ever since she was told what was going on, and why.
Damnd sits on a lawnchair he brought with him near the site of the fight, reclining with a big, easy grin on his face. He's fighting in his home town, and many of his hoodlums are coming to watch the festivities. He holds a bottle of Ron Roberto spiced rum, the absolute worst rum you can buy, the bottle a third full. He's been sitting here for a while, but not as long as Vice, drinking his rum and enjoying the sunny Metro spring.
Unlike some, K' didn't really pay much attention to the cards or media hype surrounding the bout. At least, not past who his opponents are - and all the intel Maxima made him digest about the two yahoos he's expected to set on fire. So it's something of a surprise when his role in the bout is unveiled, once someone from the publicity team manages to get in touch with him. "What? ... reckless and dangerous, right..." Honestly, the details kind of go in one ear and out the other, with regards to the instructions. At least, that's how it seems.
Damnd and Vice's repose is broken by the roar of a powerful sportbike, the black motorcycle ripping through the suburbs and bringing with it an alarming change in the local noise profile. The bike /screams/ towards the streetside and rooftop crews set up to catch the fireworks, skidding to a stop at what pretty much has to be the last moment, tires leaving long, smoking black trails up to the edges of the rapidly retreating crew and crowds. K' isn't even wearing a helmet.
K' throws an envelope down on the ground. He came here to fight for a damn paycheck, and look at him now. The white-haired firebrand frowns, and frowns big, "I'm supposed to come here and tell you you can't SNF for /2 whoooole weeeeeks/" his voice is mocking the sound of a parent lecturing a child, "Because apparently you're juuuust reckless and dangerous enough for a ratings stunt." K' is impressed. No really. He spits to one side, and lights a cigarette, popping it out before slipping the pack back into his leather jacket as he dismounts the bike.
Notably, K' lights his cigarette with his middle finger, and aligns the gesture with the SNF crews, and the cameras. Hopefully someone is editing this instead of streaming it out live. His frown only deepens as he draws closer to Vice, all but ignoring Damnd at the moment, standing across the street from his adversaries as the wind whips his jacket and hair and his teeth grit.
Kusanagi's blood /screams/... wants this one's head, wants him to turn her inside out. The cooler heads in the clan might call the broiling heat in proximity to Orochi a warning, a sense, a mystical resonance. K' just /stares nails/, suddenly distracted from his disgust with Ken's bullshit media empire.
"Two weeks."
"TWO FUCKING WEEKS?"
Vice isn't sure what is more aggravating. The motorcycle stunt (which just makes her opponent look cool in contrast to her, and therefore makes her hate him more), or the fact that it is a whole two weeks for murdering twenty or so people. The clone's tone doesn't help a lot, either, but that is such a minor concern. It actually reminds her a bit of Mature, trying to explain why sometimes you need to take someone alive. By giant evil snake satan, it is infurating, but it is a kind of infuriating she has a lot of experience with.
She doesn't even notice that he's glaring at her, particularly; she's the 'bad guy' in this picture. For all she knows, he's buying into the hype. She's got more than enough to be enraged about in her own terms. "Well, James Dean, guess what? I'm not buying it. And I'm not going to beat you up to play this stupid little game."
She moves in a blur, swinging on the spot, and snatching her arm out to grab... one of the cameras behind her. The sensitive equipment is treated with Vice's usual delicacy and tact, which is to say it is thoroughly ripped from its perch in a squeal of metal, so that she can point it at her own face, close up and as crazy as this camera angle always makes things look.
"You don't GET to ban ME, Masters! ESPECIALLY when you don't have the GUTS to come and tell me YOURSELF! No. Instead, /I/ am going to ban YOU! For the next two weeks, /I/ am going to crash every HEADLINE fight you do, and I am going to DESTROY the cameras. How does THAT sound, you little punk? I am going to take YOU off the air."
She then hurls the camera into the ground, with a shattering of glass and a smashing of electronic equipment. Her heel comes down on top of it, and she rounds on the two men who are ostensiably here to do an entertaining fight for the folks at home. She doesn't really know how either of them will react, but she doesn't particularly care, either. She might well wind up turning her ally against her, AND being set on fire as she ravages the set. But that's just a price she's willing to pay in order to vindictively ruin everything for everyone.
Damnd blinks as he hears the motorcycle, before his bloodshot eyes observe K's approach, his blue shades hiding his peepers. He hears K's pronouncement at Vice, frowning a bit, before he sees Vice's response. Sweet Dhamballah. He slowly rises from his chair, taking a final swig of Ron Roberto, before setting the bottle down. He ambles over to the pair, hooking his thumbs in his pockets. "So, guys, we gonna do dis, or we gonna be silly, mon?" he asks, grinning easily. He wreaks of rum, but only looks a /little/ drunk.
Siiiigh. The ridiculous message inspires, as far as the white-haired firebrand is concerned, an equally ridiculous response. Still, one can't deny the irony in the situation. Contrary to Vice, K' has the utmost respect for Ken, his broadcasting corporation, and the random, threw-a-dart-at-a-game-of-hopscotch discipline that gets applied to the murderess. He really does. Despite his own predatory drive to act, to strike at her, he has to smirk when she turns on the electronics.
"I guess if she's banned..." K' shrugs, as spectators and crew alike scatter, tumbling over landscaping and yard-fences to escape the escalating spectacle. Then there's DamnD. Asking K' if the fight is a-gonna be happening. It draws a disbelieving blink from the flamescorched bioweapon, as fire roils down the outside of his arm, along the underside of his hands to his fingertips, "Yea, 'mon', let's fire that shit up!"
K''s right hand reaves a forward path through the air, and a coruscating mass of fire rips from his spirit, through the oxygen, consuming air and distorting vision with its sheer, alarming /heat/ as K' proceeds to abruptly leap and twist into the flaming mass, and kick it harshly towards DamnD, threatening to explosively burn right back through him and his damn lawn chair. Oh shit, they won't be on TV! This seems to give him great pause.
COMBATSYS: K' has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Damnd has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Vice has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Damnd blocks K''s Second Shoot.
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COMBATSYS: Camera1 has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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K' 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Damnd
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Camera1 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Vice
COMBATSYS: Camera2 has joined the fight here on the left meter side.
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K' 0/-------/---====|=------\-------\0 Damnd
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Vice sneers at Damnd. "I'll rip your head off in a second. Business first, pleasure second." Wait a second, wasn't she meant to be Damnd's partner? Well, we've already established that Vice does not have the greatest amount of pleasure in this entire setup. As K' seems more interested in assaulting Damnd than stopping her doing what she set out to do, she is all too happy to take advantage of the chaos.
People, wisely, scatter. This has been coming for quite some time, after all, and Vice is not known for being very discriminating in the targets of her fury. She instead throws herself at the next camera, and is on it in a moment.
Camera One has had a long and distinguished career. She once filmed Ryu, you know! But the equipment is woefully ill-equipped to deal with a raging Vice, who just falls on it in a rampant orgy of destruction, smashing and kicking at it with all the brutal fury she can muster. FINALLY getting to let loose, even if it is on an inanimate object.
Oh, the lensmanity!
She's even laughing, the callous fiend. Cackling like only the truly psychotic can. It might be petty, it might be childish, but you know what? She's on VACATION. She's going to have some FUN!
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits Camera1 with Fierce Combo.
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Damnd blinks at Vice's comment. "Rip my head off..." he says, trailing off as he sees the ball of super hot fire coming at him. He crosses his arms as the fireball explodes against him, leaving him sizzling and blackened. "Hey, mon, no need to get so worked up! Don't worry, be happy!" Damnd says to K', already beginning to trundle forward. The muscled gangbanger jumps into the air and flies at K', ignoring Vice's destruction of the cameras, since he's got bigger fish to fry. Although, it seems that the fish wants to fry him first!
COMBATSYS: K' interrupts Damnd Ball from Damnd with Fierce Kick.
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Camera1 1/-----==/=======|=------\-------\0 Vice
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No, it's not likely that the crews (or poor audience members!) gathered at street level are going to stick around for this show. Which is too bad, really, because it's quiet the magnificent symphony of destruction. Which is, of course, being captured by carefully quiet camera crews still present on the roof... even daring a few intrepid shots of Vice, along with the fiery conflict brewing at ground zero. No reason to get worked up? Damnd advises, and charges, and K' just smiles. More a momentary sneer, really. "We /came here/ to get worked up!"
It's announced as he just /launches/ himself into the massive gangbanger's descent. It's a nigh-instant thing, the ascent from ground, to knee square in Damnd's ribcage. A solid enough impact to reverberate even over the shearing electronics and shattering lenses. K' executes a perfect, gravity defying frontflip, and kicks the Mad Gear boss squarely back into the sidewalk, with concrete-shattering force. "I'd be more worried about /her/." Orochi bitch. God damnit. K' grits his teeth again, as he lands solidly after kicking off the final impact with Damnd, coming to the middle of the street in a deep crouch, eyes snapping irritably from one threat to the other.
Vice is pretty well ignoring the fight behind her. She's having far more fun smashing up these cameras, and well... she's been here all day. She knows where they are, she knows what the game plan is. She might not be the smartest egg in the basket, but when it comes to planning destruction, Vice has something of a natural gift for it!
The unfortunate cameras down below are faring terribly with all the rage being focused on them. Shoulder-smashing her way through the tables that had been set up for the staff, coffee and ice water is sent flying along with a delicious selection of pastries. This is a mere momentary distraction from her primary focus of destruction, of course, and the Orochi-blooded madwoman is soon scything through the next camera with her razorlike fingernails.
"I'd just like to take a moment to thank the sponsors who made all this possible!"
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits Camera1 with Strong Punch.
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K' 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Damnd
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As Damnd spins through the air, he laughs, expecting much less of a foe than K' presents. As he's slammed in the ribs by the clone's knee, then flipping unceremoniously onto the ground with a rattling impact, he lets out a shout. Sitting up on the fractured concrete, he adjusts his crooked shades, before standing up. "Okay, mon, let's get worked up a little!" He charges in again, this time with a bit of a shudder from his stinging ribs, attempting to grab K', lift him up, then drop backwards, slamming the Kusanagi clone into the asphalt. He approaches more carefully this time, knowing that K' likes to interrupt other people's moves.
COMBATSYS: Damnd successfully hits K' with Back Drop.
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K' 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Damnd
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It's hard, keeping up with the raving Orochi madwoman, with a drunken steroidal man-ape of a druglord on his ass. Damnd really -did- come here to fight! K' can respect that, at least after a fashion. Even if it does mean getting crushed into the street. The leather helps absorb the injuries that might threaten skin grafts, and the bruising impact just seems to draw the cloned firebrand's attention right back to Damnd. Lucky man. The prototype's brows knit,
"I were you, I'd worry about my 'partner', but we can do it like THIS too!" Right back into the fray, K' tumbles into a crouch off the crunching impact, and launches himself back in at Damnd, seeking to plant an elbow square in the center of the Mad Gear mauler's face. Then just out and out deck him with a left cross, and a right cross. "Oh yeaaaa party time!" It's his best Damnd impression. K' doesn't seem to care that it's not very good.
COMBATSYS: K' successfully hits Damnd with Strong Punch.
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K' 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Damnd
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With almost all of the lower cameras pretty much trashed at this stage, Vice picks up one of the few remaining functional ones, and raises it up again. "The irony in all this." She says, breezily, "Is that I'd have gotten bored and gone away after this week. But now it is FUN again!"
And her fist punches through the lens of the camera, neatly ending the pain of the poor, tortured electronic equipment. Which of course means it is time to turn her attention to the other cameras. The crazed secretary raises her voice as she starts to walk in that direction, entirely uncaring for the fact that Damnd is having seven shades of hell beaten out of him.
"I'd run if I were you!" She shouts, and for once, she actually sounds cheerful! "If you throw your cameras down here so I can smash them, I probably won't even break your legs!" Now THAT'S an offer they'd just be downright silly to refuse, right?!
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits Camera1 with Jab Punch.
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K' 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Damnd
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Camera1 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|===----\-------\0 Vice
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COMBATSYS: Camera1 takes no action.
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K' 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Damnd
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Camera2 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Vice
COMBATSYS: Camera1 can no longer fight.
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K' 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Damnd
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Camera2 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Vice
Damnd springs back to his feet after smashing K' into the road, and turns around just in time to eat an elbow and a pair of powerful crosses. His sunglasses go flying from his face as his head shakes back and forth, the brute backing up quickly before falling onto his backside. "By Dhamballah, K', you is a monster! But I got a secret weapon, ho ho ho!" He pulls a Glowstick out of his vest, and jams the syringe part into his arm. As his veins begin to glow neon yellow, along with his eyes, he stands up, blood dripping out of his mouth. He begins laughing, and joyfully charges in, attempting to pummel K' with either fist, punching rapidly and angrily.
COMBATSYS: K' fails to interrupt Hyper Damnd from Damnd with Eins Trigger.
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Camera2 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 Vice
"God, you've got to b..." He doesn't really have time to finish. K' and all his disbelief are slammed away by the sudden redoubling of Damnd's efforts. Glow.. it changes a man. K' gathers more of that infused bloodline fire, the autumn-hued flames rippling to life along his arm and hand, not burning him.. though Damnd would know well how badly they can burn. Then he's launched back, the flames winking out under the relentless assault.
Pummeled, pounded, and launched clear, the firebrand erupts /through/ the tree in someone's front lawn with a trunk-shattering *CRACKOW*, landing with a groan in a spray of splinters, and rolling to blink down at the lawn, and then begin to shove himself back up, "D.. dumb... motherfucker." He could be talking to Damnd, or himself, really. Maybe both, and probably Vice and Kula too, knowing K'.
Vice hasn't done enough to enrage K' beyond merely existing. It is time to confirm his suspicions that Orochi-blood = horrible bitch (beyond, you know, killing people and trashing the merriment and good time of this SNF matchup).
She sets to work doing this by walking up to K''s bike, and grab hold of the handlebars. The woman hefts the bike up with prodigious strength... far more than any person (who looks as slender as she does, at least) should be able to have. Then, with a twist, she flings the bike high through the air... and directly into the unfortunate cameramen above.
People scatter. The bike hits the roof. And, as though the true director of the SNF were Michael Bay, inexplicably, it EXPLODES.
A flaming tire bounces in front of the momentarily downed clone, rolling to a gentle stop in front of him.
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits Camera2 with Huge Thrown Object.
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Camera2 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Vice
Damnd laughs louder as he pummels K', before sending him flying with a mighty uppercut. As the motorcycle explodes nearby, he doesn't notice, the drug trip drowning out any concern or amusement from the act, as he flexes his arms and lets out a war whoop. He goes charging forward after K', attempting to pick him up by the leg and swing him bodily into a garage door, those veins and eyes still glowing.
COMBATSYS: K' blocks Damnd's Quick Throw.
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By the time Damnd regains his grip on K', the firebrand has had time to recover some of his formidable senses. He whips through the air, but K' shifts, slamming out a hand and leaving a palm-shaped imprint in the garage door, a resounding sound like a wrenched gong absent its resonance tearing the air in punctuation to the hefty explosion of bike and gear. "What... the.. /FUCK/." K' notes again, articulately. He wrenches clear of Damnd's grip with the momentum, and all but snarls at the Mad Gear mook, "Get /out/ of my /WAY/!.. " FWOOOOOOSH.
There's not even time to blink. Not time to lament the eyebrows Damnd is likely about to lose. Scarce time to even track K' visually as he /launches/ like a rocket across the distance between himself and Vice. He aims to cross nearly half of it in the blink of an eye, a racing comet lead by scorching flames. For Damnd, it's a bad time to be caught at point blank. For K', it's time to refocus his attention fully on... well, that /BITCH/! His hands sweep forward to side, guiding that tremendous wave of flame that echoes in his wake, that precedes his arrival. The convection is all but unbearable, even just being near the infused fires of the Kusanagi clan - K', however, doesn't let blood nor sweat slow him down. ".. and BURN!!"
COMBATSYS: K' successfully hits Damnd with Heat Drive.
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Camera2 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Vice
There aren't many things which can make Vice feel good, but ruining other people's fun is one of them. Naturally vindictive, the fact that she's pissed K' off even more only encourages her further. She might even take Damnd's wallet at the end of all this, just in order to rub salt into the wounds.
Needless to say, most of the SNF staff have now fled, but there's still the matter of that pesky equipment to clean up. Now that she's thrown the bike, she's out of explosive projectiles. Instead, she wrenches the car door off one of the parked vehicles of one of the innocent families nearby. Spinning that up there like a giant discus will just have to do!
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits Camera2 with Huge Thrown Object.
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Camera2 1/-======/=======|=====--\-------\0 Vice
Damnd is powered backwards by K's super-heated charge, getting bowled over and sent flying through the air by the sudden explosion of heat and force. He lands ass first on a hatchback, smashing the little car with his jacked up girth, glass shattering and metal crunching. Slowly, he climbs out of the car, veins still glowing, although now not as bright. Still whacked out on the super steriod, he charges after K', throwing himself head first with a wordless cry of rage, attempting to plow into K' with his final strength.
COMBATSYS: Damnd can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: K' blocks Damnd's Super Damnd Ball.
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The avalanche of meat and muscle that pursues him is nearly enough to topple K', at the moment. Nearly enough, and yet miles too far. The white-haired flamewielder staggers as he throws his arms up behind him, launching back away from Damnd's last-ditch assault as he tumbles into a roll, dissipating some of that brutal momentum. "Son of a bitch." It's not the best situation to be in, K' realizes, as he comes up in a crouch. To the dropped Damnd, the departed crews, the abandoned cameras, and the homicidal madwoman that trounced his ride out of here.
The asphalt's already soft, and quickly turns molten around K' as he draws from his remarkable, some would say unnatural reserves, flaming tendrils creeping along his limbs, burning behind his eyes, an aura of superheated energy flickering somewhere near full visiblity around him as distorting waves of heat rise from his very being. He doesn't have to be a rocket scientist to know he's alone in a shark tank, and past a few apparently infuriating objects.. he -is- the chum.
COMBATSYS: K' gains composure.
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Vice, for her part, couldn't care less right now. She's vaguely aware of the fight going on behind her, but there's still some stubborn equipment pointing in the right direction. So she kicks the hell out of the passenger door, until she can wrench that off too. Her aim really is very good, and there's just one more crunch before the cameras are done.
When she turns around, she actually looks a little irritated. "I'll have to work quicker in the future." She notes, eyeing the downed body of her teammate, and K' through his superheated haze. "Looks like they caught the actual /fight/ after all." Her lips curl into a dark sneer, "Do you really want to turn this into a slaughter? I was being so... /restrained/."
She doesn't seem to be in any hurry to attack K', despite her reputation. Damnd has been beat up pretty bad, but K' hardly looks like he's in great shape. She's underestimating him; in a good mood because her plan has come together, and she's sure people all across the world are angry and disappointed. She doesn't get these moments of satisfaction often. Something almost always goes horribly, horribly wrong.
... it hasn't occurred to her that it still might.
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits Camera2 with Huge Thrown Object.
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COMBATSYS: Camera2 can no longer fight.
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"What?" K' quips, sardonic through hoarse tones, "Don't want to work on your tan?" He still doesn't really care that Vice is destroying the cameras, doesn't really care that the spectators all vacated post haste. In all truth, it kind of amuses him, and under other circumstances, circumstances where his blood didn't boil, he might even just tell her that. Or help start a riot, depending. "Turn it into slaughter, huh?"
It's about this point that K' finds his footing again, fully. About this point that the pyrokinetic extends a hand towards Vice, palm towards the sky, touched by seemingly unquenchable fires. Despite his fatigue. "Do you even /know/ another trick?" Oh, he knows who she is. Her blood might even recognize him, particularly as the Promethean weapon granted to destroy Orochi /screams/ its presence, suffuses him, all but demands further battle itself. ... even if she hadn't threatened him, and he weren't K'.
COMBATSYS: K' gathers his will.
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Something in Vice DOES want to crush K'. Unfortunately, it is hard to distinguish wanting to kill because he is... K', and those bloodline flames are anathema to the demonic force that lurks inside her, and wanting to beat him because, he's there. He's unbowed. He's cocky. And he's mocking her.
All of these reasons would be good enough to lunge back into the violence. Taken together, well, there's no real other options left open to her.
"I don't do /TRICKS/!"
The whole... animal /thing/ has been getting to her lately.
And just like it had to happen, Vice comes powering in for K', giving in to the riot in her blood. Heedless to any danger to herself those bright and brilliant flames might imply, she aims to grab K' by the throat, and lift him up over her head.
If she manages it, his blood will likely ~sing~ in response to the terrible energy that roars out of Vice the moment she gets her hands on him. Bright red and sickly, the power surges at its peak if she should manage to slam him into the ground. Momentarily forming a bright red column which shimmers into a skull, before disappearing. The energy of death, of the snake that would devour the world. The force he was *built* to destroy.
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits K' with Nail Bomb.
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K' 1/---====/=======|======-\-------\0 Vice
It's a wonder anyone makes that stretch, what with all the frothing and destruction of property. Whatever wilderness may have given birth to the vaguely demonic warrioress, one thing is crystal clear: K' is going to do his damndest to set it on fire. She may want to watch the world burn, and K' may not always disagree... but just now, he'll settle for Vice.
It's a critical moment - and not one that goes as K' planned. Slammed into the sidewalk, slammed into that sickly explosion of deathtouched chi, shaken out of his intended course and rattled to his core by the metaphysical closeness to his ancient, inherited enemy. "Heh..." He muses out, through blood, "Bitch." Which is yet another animal metaphor, let's be fair. K' doesn't stay groundbound, though. If there's one thing he is - the boy is -tenacious-. He leaps in, full bore, leading with his knee. His whole body becomes added velocity behind the boney bludgeon intent on Vice's smooth, if irate features.
COMBATSYS: Vice endures K''s Aggressive Strike.
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K' 1/---====/=======|=======\=------\1 Vice
That is one bony knee.
K's momentum breaks Vice's nose with a sickening crunch. It is likely for the best that the kids at home don't get to see this. The fountain of blood is, not elegant. It isn't pretty. It is just /painful/. What is remarkable is that Vice doesn't budge an inch despite it. Instead, there is a low, snarling growl that builds from the back of her throat. Those predatory eyes of hers are glaring at K', locked on his. Fine. He wants an animal? She'll SHOW him animal!
The growl builds into an agonized HOWL of fury as she takes the offensive again. Aiming to snare K' by the waist, she'll break that assault with all the shocking strength that she has become famous for. If she gets a firm grip, she'll plough him into the ground, back-first.
But it won't stop there. One powerbomb will lead into a second, into a third, and then her grip shifts to his face. "I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT A BITCH I AM!" She screams, running, dragging him with her... before slamming him back down, into the body of her unconscious partner.
With a second eruption of demonic energy, brighter red, bigger, and coupled with an eerie, unearthly howl.
COMBATSYS: K' interrupts Withering Atlas from Vice with Heaven Drive.
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K' 0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0 Vice
Oh yea. Despite the brutal licks Damnd got on him, and the pain Vice already inflicts, K' can't help but grunt alongside a satisfied, if momentary grin as he drops to the ground amidst a spatter of Vice's blood. Something to remember him by. That was the important part, right? Maybe a few souveniers would be more polite. After all, K' is all about politeness.
Vice gets right up to about 'SHOW YOU WHAT A BI..' when her grounded target /explodes/ from his landing. One foot fully under him, the other kicking at air, the explosive metaphor is quite literal as K' cleaves around, right hand leading along with a gout of brutal, molten flame. They collide with Vice's shattered features in tandem, and in synch with the prototype bioweapon's own brutal ascent. The full rotation is redoubled, a swirling mass of flame and fist crushing into Vice's ribs on the way up, launching her higher, then again, as K' defiantly ignores all influence of gravity to triple her order of flaming uppercut, before kicking her clear, off towards the opposite lawn.
He lands in a skid on the road, black jeans tearing with the momentum, "y'Take it... like a.." he coughs, ".. bitch."
Okay, that pisses her off. Set ablaze, and punched through the air, Vice is at least not bleeding any more. That has been taken care of due to a combination of her natural healing factor and cauterization. She's still angry. Not, really, because she's been hurt, but because this asshole won't go down when he should. She'd been having a good time. Why did he have to go and ruin it?
There's no more witty banter. Just a wordless screech of furious rage as Vice throws herself at K', tearing across the molten ground with no real care to herself. She doesn't go for any finesse, just raw power and speed as she plunges in, to slam her forehead straight into K's nose. Her face is ruined. HIS doesn't get to escape unscathed either!
If she succeeds in knocking him to the ground as planned, she'll just crouch over him, and lay into him for a while, fully intending to just keep up the bludgeoning until he isn't moving any more, or somehow manages to get away from her frenzied assault.
COMBATSYS: K' interrupts Aggressive Strike from Vice with Crow Bite.
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K' 0/-------/-======|=======\=------\1 Vice
Okay, that much is good. Set ablaze, punched through the air. K' is glad about all that. Not so much for the heavy, rapid pace of his breath. Sweat runs down his face over bruises and scrapes, ample evidence of earlier trauma, and even several splinters from the ill-fated oak. Now, K' faces down Vice with plenty of fire... but little willing flesh. He's grazed rock bottom a few times in his life. The errant clone, the rogue superweapon... he's seen what giving up can do. He's seen what people can do to each other; he knows waaaay too much about that. Never again.
Certainly not -now-. "Heh..." K' manages a chortle through one haggard exhalation, and then he simply rushes to /meet/ Vice. Throwing himself full on, /his/ forehead meets /her/ face prematurely. It's a skull-ringing instant that is coupled with the delivery of -one more- flaming uppercut to the berserker's jaw, ripping fire from nothingness with fury undiminished by the firebrand's bloodied, wearied state. "Fuck.... /OFF/!" Slaughter /him/? Hell. No. ... damn if he doesn't continue to hurt on his end, though.
Well, K' has managed to make an impression. Mostly because Vice has taken enough beatings lately to know when she's on her last legs. This is really fucking irritating. She decides to do one thing for herself, and now she's having the shit burned out of her by this joker because...?
Well she's not even clear on the reason any more. Fuck it.
She lands, and in the same heartbeat, she's jumping forwards again. Still on fire, her legs aim to wrap around K''s neck. The uninitiated may believe there could be no better place to be, but to any experienced fighter this should basically scream pain.
If she manages it, she'll wrench him off his feet, completing three smashing arcs into the ground with the flaming fighter, before hurling him away. She's not even breathing at this stage; there's no noise at all. Just focused and intent desire to finish this damned idiot who INSISTS on NOT DYING.
COMBATSYS: K' Toughs Out Vice's Withering Surface!
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K' 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Vice
Hey, there are a whole series of reasons why K' wants to set Vice on fire. For one thing, the necessity to do so is pretty much melded to his DNA. Fucking Orochi. Then there's the motorcycle, which he kind of liked. All the people this crazy lady mauls on a regular basis, well... K' isn't really too keen on that, either. There's a reason he wants to torch NESTS to the ground, and it involves the kind of shit that Vice's boss gets into on a regular basis; when he's not ordering the duplicitous duo to do it for him.
He's been on his way out since this fight began, but K' isn't going to lay down; he'd be hard to even convince he's as good as beat. Even when his brains are scrambled, and his body smashed through the triple-flip journey to slamtown. His hands slam upwards early in the attack, gripping her legs. No, it's not very sexy. He kicks with the momentum, rides it out, /somehow/ stays conscious despite pain and impacts that should drown any normal man in blackness. He's not normal, though; that's been drilled in. He's K', a force of nature unleashed by the hubris of man, with a driving desire to set all of that on fire. He rolls out of the last impact in a crouch. Like he somehow meant for it to end like that. Like the blood isn't obscuring his vision. He's point blank on Vice, right -there- as she finishes her attack, still focused, with his last instant of fight.
He rises, abruptly, brutally, led by a heavy motorcycle boot aligned for the center of Vice's sternum, and backed up by a tremendous gout of angry fire, casting luminescent and volatile glints off startling, intent amber eyes. "/BURN!!!/" He reiterates, roaring it as he opposes her irresistable momentum with everything he has left.
COMBATSYS: K' can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Vice breaks through Second Shell from K' with Quick Throw!
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|-------\-------\0 Vice
Much of Vice's capacity for logic and reason has been burned out of her. What most people fail to understand about her (mostly, because they don't really /care/, lets be honest), is that she goes through life trying to hold herself back. Vice doesn't want to be a ravening monster; SHE doesn't want to kill everyone around her. But the demon inside her very much does. It is a fight that K' might be able to appreciate, with all his incendiary fury... but good luck ever getting her to articulate it, or him to listen.
As these fights rage on, as she is burned or beaten and bloodied, her control slips. Until stuff like this happens, and then it is all fun and games until someone loses a limb.
K' smashes his boot into her, and Vice's hand finds his hair. She is momentarily ablaze, and then she /pitches/ him away from her. When she steps out of the fire, shaking the smouldering embers off her clothing like a dog getting in out of the rain, she is actually disappointed to see... nothing much moving any more.
And so Vice lopes away in search of better prey. Something that will at least have the decency to scream when she hits it.
COMBATSYS: Vice has ended the fight here.
Log created on 15:46:40 05/20/2012 by K', and last modified on 22:39:28 05/23/2012.