Description: After Vice massacres the staff at the main event, she is surprised to find Freeman her intercepted opponent. After a violent dance, Freeman asserts himself as the dominant monster of the encounter, leaving a rather chilling video of the pair behind. ( Winner: Freeman )
It is a beautiful moonlit night.
Vice's plan has gone off without a hitch. Billy Kane has been distracted by Raoghnailt, replacing his driver (LOG #10939 - How Sharper Than A Serpent's Tooth. -Ed.) And Vice has arrived at Stonehenge.
The tourist attraction had been set up for a truly awesome match, with a great many cameras and staff to see it over. Most have fled, and Vice has crushed the vast majority of the cameras that were left behind. Unknown to her, a number of concealed cameras remain. Tiny, innocuous, and ensuring that the only footage of this event will be grainy, poorly lit, hard to see and ... disturbing.
Vice herself is propped up against one of the larger stones, casually licking blood from her fingertips. One of the unluckier members of staff lays at her feet, slowly bleeding out into the grass below. She is smiling, and the moonlight reflects off her teeth, brilliant white in the darkness.
"Now where is this loser Billy was supposed to fight for the fans at home?" She asks the night. "I hope I didn't... scare him off, already. I could use a second course. HAHAHAHAHA!"
What kind of fool would 3
What kind of fool would purposefully come to a scene such as this? The screaming victims fleeing away from Stonehenge likely alerted the approaching fighter, who had an astute case of being a reasonable human being and took off as well. Even if they are not coming, the damage is done. Vice succeeded in saboutaging the main event, after all. But something changes in the air. A new chi suffuses the area. Much like that of Vice's Orochi blood, it is something of pure violence... and pure death.
A man in a brown cloak is standing some distance opposite Vice now, tall hood obscuring all but a few locks of poorly dyed hair. Slowly sweeping to the left, and then to the right. There is no sign of discomfort or shock. In fact, Rugal's handmaiden would likely not feel much of anything human coming from the slender, tall form of Freeman. He is like her. A void of anything but destruction. A kindred monster, living only through death.
"This was not what I expected." A smooth voice. Pleasant to most ears. "Who are you...?" The cloak sloughs to the side, as Freeman inclines his head. Just enough light cast over his chin to show the trace of a smile.
Now this is interesting.
Vice moves from the shadow of the great, ancient stone. It isn't often that she feels so... excited. The heady scent of death rolling in from this dark spectre is like a potent alcohol. It calls to her. Vice's blood sings to her. This... is going to be a glorious slaughter. Truly, tonight could not have been a more perfect evening. This is what she wanted. Death. Blood. Pain. Suffering.
It isn't often that Vice feels so content. Those wonderful moments just after a slaughter... well, she usually wants to find some hard liquor to wash it down with, but this is almost as good. Two massacres in as many days, and everything is going perfectly. And now there is this! This man, this promise. Oh! But she hopes he won't disappoint her with... with ~discussion~.
The orochi-blooded secretary gets down on her hands and knees, arching her back languidly. "Why are you talking?" She asks, her voice husky and low. The woman's tongue slides out over her lips, and she curves into a very... steep, arc, staring up at the moon above the slender British killer's head.
"Come and /KILL ME/!"
It is unlikely that Freeman has ever had such an... open invitation. But the air around Vice is energized. She, is energized. This is such a thrill! To think, a man like THIS was coming to this place~.
"Kill you...?" Freeman muses, as if tasting the words himself. "No... If you want me to kill you... then you will have to beg me much better then that..."
Freeman has never truly met someone that might be a sort of kindred soul. Although Vice thrives on violence, and Freeman instead on the precise moments of death, they are still two sides of the same coin. A gruesome completion there. He feels something akin to happiness, a foreign sensation usually only drifting to life as wide eyes glaze over to the eternity of oblivion.
In a disturbingly smooth motion, Freeman advances. His cloak billowing wildly around him, the ends tattered as if by a knife or tears. Fingers flex, before with a suddenly sharp moment, he strikes it for Vice's stomach. And were it to make contact, fingers would pierce as if bladed... aiming to grip thereafter.
COMBATSYS: Freeman has started a fight here.
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Freeman 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Vice has joined the fight here.
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Freeman 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Vice
COMBATSYS: Vice endures Freeman's Quick Punch.
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Freeman 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Vice
Vice doesn't try to get out of the way, nor does she make any attempt to mitigate the damage. Instead, Freeman's hand meets yielding flesh, and Vice pushes herself into the bladed punch. Admittedly, she hadn't expected it to slice, but she doesn't complain. There's a low throaty growl, somewhere between a laugh and the snarl of an angered animal. Oh, he's good! The welling blood from her wound tells her that.
"Well then, if you won't kill me..."
And in a shocking burst of primal speed, Vice aims to snatch Freeman up, and raise him over her head, before *smashing* the whipcord thin serial killer around into one of those ancient stones. Enough force in the motion that, if she manages to complete it, she'll rock the structure, send one of those hidden cameras jerking.
"I'll just have to kill YOU!"
Vice's stomach is already bloodied, but if anything, the uniquely vicious style that Freeman is employing only makes this more exciting. Vice will just have to try and impress him in turn, the only way she knows how. By ripping him limb from limb with brute force and savage ferocity.
Perhaps this is the reason such kindred souls are, rare.
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits Freeman with Misanthrope.
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Freeman 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Vice
Vice would be content to know that Freeman did not pull his punch. The writhing, twisting pain from those fingers takes sheer advantage of the allowed hit. He yanks it free as Vice grasps him by the body. Yet he doesn't seem to react much. He goes entirely limp, hefted like a ragdoll. He impacts the stone hard enough to crack it, but as if in the slow motion of a dream, his hands raise up through the flurry of violence. One tries to grasp Vice by the face, while the other moves to press the back of his hand to her throat. She might not fully realize it is taking place until nearly finished. Before his hand would snap to the side, while he tries to hurl her violently away... aiming to slice her throat open with all the precision of a murderer's knife. "Ahh... I do love a slaughter." he offers, voice showing no sign of discomfort. Only... pleasure.
COMBATSYS: Vice dodges Freeman's Gore Fest.
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Freeman 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Vice
Vice is not going to simply *allow* Freeman to murder her. If she did, then it would lose all meaning! No, she is now impressed - largely by his resilience. She knows how hard she threw him, and there's no easy way to fake that kind of, recovery. There are few people who have encountered more Orochi-blooded than Vice, too, and this... does not scream Orochi to her. It is too precise. Too measured. Some part of her thinks of Mature...
But most of her is in the moment, for the violence!
The grasping hand meets nothing but air, as she ducks down and around to the side. In the next moment, she is coming up. There is no subtly in her motions at all, just brute, overwhelming force, as she aims to snare Freeman's face, and begin to run, taking him with her head-first around the stones of Stonehenge, before pitching him up and over her shoulder with wild, echoing laughter.
"I can tell! You are an... interesting..." And there is just a hint of curiosity, as though she *wants* him to correct her. "Human?"
COMBATSYS: Freeman dodges Vice's Gore Fest.
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Freeman 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Vice
The splayed fingers are just about to grasp Freeman by the face when he snaps it to the side. A scratch runs across his cheek, but her attempted rush would come up short. Whirling around, Freeman then hurls himself at Vice's back. A brutal, relentless assault in the split second that she is vulnerable. One hand sweeps out, a bright flash of vorpal chi running along with it. Two blows aimed, before the last rushes out, trying to bury itself into the back of her shoulder. "No." he states, matter of factly. "I am no more human then you. We both dance on the strings of... a force? Yours... has a strong kinship with mine..."
COMBATSYS: Vice fails to interrupt EX Vision of Death from Freeman with Fierce Kick.
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Freeman 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Vice
Vice swings herself around, and although she comes around very fast, her kick fails to smash into the murderer before he can get into her back. The blows strike home deep, carving through her shoulders and sending great gouts of blood high up.
"Aaaaahn~." The orochi-blooded psychopath groans, straightening up and working her shoulders backwards. "You tease! My partner is the one who likes mind games." She actually closes her eyes, exhaling slowly, "If you keep just playing... you might actually, make me, angry~."
With a sharp yank, Freeman pulls free his hand, sending an almost artistic spray of blood upon the ground in a blooming crescent arc. He wounded Vice deep, bleeding heavily rather then being simple upfront damage. He does not use excess, in sharp contrast to the aggressive strokes of Vice's murderous brush. "If I am to be honest... I rarely enjoy the act of fighting. What I love is death. The shocked gasps of someone passing away, thinking mortality something they need not worry about for decades." He slowly runs a bloody handprint down the front of his cloak. "You do not need to be shown the truth of death... so I have no particular urge to kill you..." But his arms spread, almost inviting. "But... I can be coerced into giving you a wonderful gift. After all... I will defend myself...!!"
COMBATSYS: Freeman focuses on his next action.
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Freeman 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Vice
Vice, for once in her life, actually listens to something someone who isn't Mature or Rugal has to say. It is a rare occurance, but it does happen every now and then. She narrows her eyes at Freeman, feeling the blood still leak out from her back. There's a realization settling over her that she isn't entirely comfortable with. She doesn't want to kill him, either. Which is all the more impressive given the pain that he's successfully inflicted on her.
With a sudden swing, Vice crashes her fist into the stone she broke with Freeman earlier, and the mighty monument screams as it is toppled, huge rocks smashing into the ground heavily.
"I just like the sound bones make when they snap. The noise of things when they break. When flesh tears and blood flows and the /noises/ that the /weak/ and the /stupid/ make when they choke on their own blood."
She chuckles, and her eyes spark, wide and bloodshot, crazed, as she seethes with the power crawling under her skin, soaking into her clothes. "If I had my way... death would be a *mercy* compared to the *pain*."
COMBATSYS: Vice gathers her will.
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Freeman 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Vice
"We both like the same thing." Freeman states, having similarly watched Vice with a sort of patience. He is not put off by her chi or mannerisms; that alone might be somewhat rare. The cloaked figure instead seeing the essence of her being, those forces that flow through and make her truly tick. "Only different aspects... death to you might be a disappointment. It means your toy is broken..." A hand slowly grasps his hood, and in a swift motion he hurls it off and flings it away. Almost thin enough to be skeletal, the gaunt form of Freeman is like a scarecrow... or a reaper. Wearing a half-spandex shirt covering his arms, and white denim jeans. "While I... want to savor the moment of death... a gift one can experience only a single time. Whether the observer, or the victim...
Fingers slide up his face, brushing through long dyed hair. A laugh of his own follows thereafter. "Do you get... that /itch?/" he wonders, sucking in a slow breath. The exhale is long, arms shuddering as if repressing something. "You just... can't stop yourself. Like a glutton... every *bite* is pure ecstacy...?"
And then he hurls himself towards Vice, body half-limp and arcing awkwardly. He moves without any style, acting with his inhumanly flexible physiology and a keen instinct and talent comparable to many legendary fighters. One hand strikes down, trying to catch Vice by the face and /slam/ it into the ground...!
COMBATSYS: Vice endures Freeman's Strong Throw.
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Freeman 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Vice
"Always."
It is a fact that Vice shares, quite a lot. That she is barely in control of herself. It takes a monumental effort of will to prevent herself from flying into a bloody frenzy every second of every day. Most people shrug it off, or do not believe that she is speaking literally. Perhaps Freeman could understand... but, words, are not Vice's preferred method of expression. There's been too much of that already.
Slammed painfully into the ground, Vice twists around with it, and Freeman discovers that there is... an expression of that heritage in her physiology, too. She goes down, but her hands stay up, and the sickly-stretching limbs are still extended when she comes up, a bloody howl on her lips.
"AWOOOOOOO!"
The aim is to grab Freeman by the throat. If she can manage that, then she will bring him down into one of the downed stones. But, of course, it does not end there.
If she can keep her grip, she'll smash him down a second time, and there's a buildup of that energy. Raw and deadly and powerful...
And on the third, she'll drive him into it suffused with the energy, burning through the ancient rock with the power of Orochi, a column of bright and brilliant red energy that takes the shape of a shimmering skull before evaporating into nothingness.
COMBATSYS: Vice successfully hits Freeman with Withering Atlas.
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Freeman 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Vice
There was an attempt to defend himself. Freeman did not allow this to happen. He is not a masochist... pain simply does not bother him. But it does make his work more difficult. Stepping back, he shifts up and grasps Vice's forearm with both hands. But before he can try and dampen her assault, she brutally yanks him through the air. Once more he seems to go limp, exhaling a slow breath. Black chi ripples across him, just as he impacts that stone. The second blow would feel familiar to Vice. That of a corpse, something no longer resisting. The eruption of chi blackens the form beneath her, searing away one shoulder of his spandex. Blood has run down his nose and mouth. But still, that pervasive energy has not whisked out. If anything... it is only stronger.
"I see." he suddenly states, matter of fact. "Your voice... is much louder then mine." Both of his hands flash up, fingers curling into daggers that then try to drive into her ribs. "What kind of person were you before you fell to it?" His voice remains as smooth and composed as the onset, showing no signs of the damage clearly beaten into him... nothing about this is supplying Vice with her desired pleasure. It is as if she is beating up a doll, one that does not resonate with that innermost need...
COMBATSYS: Vice blocks Freeman's Strong Punch.
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Freeman 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Vice
Who was she...?
The question actually gives Vice pause. Were it anyone else, she might have just, shaken it off. But this man is, like her. Different, yes. But, there is ... kinship. She's merely irritated by his attempt to disembowel her, her hand coming down to catch his, and drag it to the side. He cuts her palm, but it is clear that his words have struck more deeply; her brow is furrowed.
"Before?"
Vice has, terrifying physical strength. Something which becomes more obvious as she picks up half of the broken and cracked stone, raising it above her head. Her voice really is loud, now. Raised with a furious roar behind it. Because what was there before this? The truth is... she does not know. Who was she before she served Rugal? Before she was a monster? Well... it is a question she has wondered about herself. But she doesn't let herself think about it. Who is she to question her past? And, who is HE to make her think about that? Who is HE to raise that question?
"THERE IS *NOTHING* BEFORE! And YOU!... YOU!"
The stone is brought down with terrifying force, aiming to crush Freeman between the two lumps of broken rock.
"YOU ARE NOTHING!"
COMBATSYS: Freeman fails to counter Large Random Weapon from Vice with Morbid Angel.
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Freeman 1/-----==/=======|=------\-------\0 Vice
Freeman is not particularly strong for his build. It is one of the reasons he can be so disorienting to fight; little about him seems like the fighter he showcases, one's senses and the outcome of a conflict tending to wildly clash. Vice is clearly stronger, and faster in her aggressive bursts. He manages to yank his hands away from her, before legs split. As the rock is hefted, Freeman manages to get to his feet. He began to move forward, gripping Vice by the shoulder. He almost got past it. Close enough to avoid the crash. Instead it impacts him between the shoulders, driving him down to his knees, face thumping down into the ground. The rock partially broke, and rolls off to show torn spandex, bruised flesh, and two deep gashes. But still he rises once more.
"Do not misunderstand me... You may not have fully chose. But I did. I sacrificed myself to this power..." He grins wildly, blood staining his teeth, a single dark eye shown through the hair matted against his forehead. "...And I do not even remember why...!"
Darkness begins to seethe out of him. As if he was dormant, and that last blow from Vice truly woke him up. A sleeping monster deep within him, far from sight. She has the blood of Orochi behind her... but what does he? "I will try... to show you. But you might break me before I manage...!!"
Vice growls as Freeman attempts to explain himself. It doesn't make things better. He's touched a raw nerve, and whilst he may just be waking up... Vice's fury is now fully realized. She's not quite frothing at the mouth, but it is a close thing. Her lips drawn back in a skull-like grimace. "I didn't give anything." She snarls, "It is ... in the blood."
Freeman is on his knees, and Vice raises both hands above her head. Her hands clasp together, and she brings them down in a viciously powerful axe-handle. Some part of her still wants to see what Freeman has to offer, what his power is...
But it is overwhelmed by the majority of her, seething with rage that he has dared to make her question her past, lashing out at him (and the world), to crush him and break him, so that he can't hurt her any more.
She has no choice in the matter.
... Perhaps he would understand that, too.
COMBATSYS: Freeman counters Fierce Punch from Vice with Creeping Death+.
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Freeman 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Vice
A sheathe of that dark energy has gone over Freeman now. He slowly pushes up to his feet. Completely open. Unfocused. His eyes are looking elsewhere; focused on something past what lies in this physical world. Inviting her to strike him, and that offer is not ignored. "This... is my world..."
She is just about to strike him, when he leans backwards. Her clasped fists swish through the air. In that moment where she's completely open, Freeman darts forward. Both hands grasp her face, almost gentle. And then the world erupts into darkness. The cameras see nothing in this split second, a veil of whirling chi pouring into the world, flooding it with inky blackness. Suffusing Vice with raw violence, the purest essence of death. It is invigorating, intoxicating, and utterly overwhelming. Her body locked rigid for a second as a result.
Freeman is not.
With a loud cry, Freeman's hands tear into the newly vulnerable girl, some otherworldly power now behind it. An onslaught of eight blows into her torso, before arms crossed and the blackness flashes with a crescent moon of blood-colored chi, cutting Vice from abdomen up to her face. With an audible crash of displacing air, the veil of chi violently disperses, becoming one with the shadows and darkness once more. Freeman is trembling, ecstatic, grasping his face with his fingers and brutally scratching down.
"Ahh... exquisite...!!"
For a moment after the darkness fades, Vice hangs motionless, standing, wide-eyed, before she falls to her knees. She is drenched in blood - most of it her own - and it is... wonderful. Horrible. The only time she can remember feeling so, chastised, by a display of power, was when Rugal himself disciplined her. But, for all that, she can still move. She is still clinging on to the fight.
Staggering up to her feet, the blood-drenched woman turns, and her eyes lock on Freeman. She's swaying from side to side, mostly from the blood loss, and she's hunched almost double.
"Hey." She licks her lips. "I am doing this, once more. Before I go back to ... work. I am going to give the world something to remember me by, on this stupid show."
"Would you like to join me?"
Oh, there should be no mistake; the look in Vice's bloodshot eye is predatory. She has no intention of allowing that staggering blow to be the final word in their clash... but for the first time, she has found someone she *wants* to work with, who isn't her partner.
Oh dear.
COMBATSYS: Vice focuses on her next action.
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Freeman 0/-------/------=|=====--\-------\0 Vice
"You can try to bring me down if you wish..." Freeman whispers, still running the high of being so infused with energy. His tongue runs across his lips, tasting his own blood, and that which sprayed on him during his attack on Vice. "But it might be more difficult then you would like..." He almost listlessly leans backwards, relaxing his hand. And then the space between himself and Vice is gone in a heartbeat, aiming to tear into her with another brutal arc of chi, broaching the distance in a heartbeat as he nearly slides low to the ground. "Do it... if you can...!!"
COMBATSYS: Vice breaks through Nightmare from Freeman with Nail Bomb!
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Freeman 0/-------/----===|======-\-------\0 Vice
Vice steps into the tearing energy, and lets it rip into her. She snatches Freeman up by the shoulders, and makes sure to bring him eye level. She has never actually asked anyone out on a date before, but she is *not* going to be ignored when she does it!
"I asked you A QUESTION!" She roars, and her energy answers his in turn. She bodyslams him into the ground, and when he impacts, a smaller burst of Orochi energy is released from the impact, becoming a grinning skull before it melts into nothing.
She's slowed, bleeding, breathing hard and furious... but she /expects/ him to come at her again. He hasn't answered her question yet!
Another brutal clash between the two follows. Freeman remains crumpled for a moment, then one hand impacts the ground, and then the other. He looks just as broken and shredded as Vice at this point. Even with the variance in their styles, it is obvious the end result is the same. If asked which came from smooth precision, and which from an angry rampage, would be impossible to tell. "Join you..." he repeats. "Do you mean... outside the confines of the electronic medium?" He rises, but still with no difficulty. Despite obviously being as close to the edge as Vice, he seems little different then the onset. "If you survive this, that is..." One hand raises, and then he swipes it violently in the air.
The world erupts into crimson light.
A massive arc of vorpal energy spreads the distance between himself and Vice; it is over in the blink of an eye, vacuum of angry air sending debris, dust and rubble flying past Vice regardless of her action. Well... she cannot say he remotely held back against her this fight, can she?
COMBATSYS: Vice fails to interrupt Full Blast from Freeman with Outrage.
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Freeman 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Vice can no longer fight.
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Freeman 0/-------/-------|
Vice is not good with words. It is one of her many failings. "NO. I want YOU. To help ME. DESTROY THE SATURDAY NIGHT FIGHT."
Outside the electronic medium? She couldn't care less. She only wants to secure his aid in crushing that medium - at least for one week - before the end. But of course, it is not in their nature to discuss this like civilized people, and he is swinging an arc of that cutting energy at her. The woman's leg burns with her own slicing power, and for a moment, the two forces collide.
Vice has been pushed too far, taken on an emotionally as well as physically, exhausting journey. Her foot smashes into the ribbon of energy, and the pair struggle for a moment. Freeman's strength is, ultimately, greater. The slashing power cuts deep into the furious woman, and she is flung backwards by it.
For a moment longer still... she struggles, as though she is going to rise again and continue her assault...
And then she goes limp against the ground. For all the talk of death, though... Vice is very much alive. She can not die yet; there is still too much in this world that she must destroy.
Slowly, Freeman strides across the broken battlefield, still surrounded by the dead. The scent of blood and scorched chi hangs heavy in the air, briefly enjoyed as he takes in a deep breath. He comes to a stop before Vice, crouching down beside her. "I am afraid... I cannot help you with that. It is your duty to destroy... but it is mine to kill. Still... know that you have one voyeur who greatly wishes to see you succeed." Fingers dig into Vice's tattered, bloodied dress. He begins to walk away from Stonehenge, casually dragging her along until the pair vanish from the remaining cameras. When the authorities come in response... there is nothing of the pair. Only the solemn recording of two monsters bonding.
COMBATSYS: Freeman has ended the fight here.
Log created on 16:16:42 05/26/2012 by Freeman, and last modified on 22:11:54 05/26/2012.