Description: Hamada and her little buddy Yokota are out and about Sunshine City, make their rounds on behalf of Zaki and her Ladies Team. To their surprise, and terrible fortune, they come across a recently mugged Adon passed out amongst the remains of his sports car. Perhaps Adon will be grateful for his saviors, and diplomatically request help. Or he could be a dick. Take your bets, people.
Sunshine City's streets are... well, everybody knows the situation by now. Gangs scrabble for dominance over a rotten core of corruption and misdemeanour, those bearing the mysterious snake tattoo finding their most serious opposition in the form of uniformed schoolgirls wielding blade and chain. On all sides, heroes rise and pick their side; many quick to single out the easy scapegoat of Aoi Himezaki, a foreign invader with a fearsome aspect and no seeming desire to keep from the spotlight she has found. Few know the name 'Abobo' and those that do have been unable to gain serious purchase in their quest. It's a rough time to be here.
Which doesn't stop more of Zaki's girls at least, their flights back and forth far more common than one would think for a pack of unruly teenagers. But many come from very wealthy homes, others funded from the personal trust fund of the sukeban herself; with her newfound drive and resolve to be the change she wants to see in the world, her limitations seem gone. She's giving it her vitriolic, impressively confident all.
The latest addition to their number is the girl previously left behind in Southtown as part of Seijyun's infamous 'Welcoming Committee', a three-teen subdivision of the Ladies' Team assigned to patrol the school grounds and keep Zaki informed of the comings and goings within. Also charged with tackling any unusual interlopers, they're among her more trusted subordinates-- which is why still only one of them has been allowed to make the long trip to the States. Who else could it be, though, but the girl in bright bandanna and gaudy, piratical earrings? The dimunitive, bubbly Hamada swings her arms to and fro as she moves down the street, gabbling away to the taller, thinner girl accompaying her toward the outskirts of the city's industrial area.
But one cannot go far in Sunshine without finding trouble, and on the road ahead...
"Woah~!" Mouth forming an excited 'o', the chirpy girl stops walking for a moment and rolls both arms up over her head, leaning back into her hands as she inspects the smouldering wreckage of a bright red sports car, torn asunder to lie in two halves amidst a stewing mess of leaked gasoline and ragged, torn metal parts. Springs and coils, gears and axles lie sprewn like innards across the street, attended to by several weaselly ne'erdowells, who seize up big armfuls of parts before scampering back to their slum homes. "Check it out, dude!"
Hamada isn't dissuaded in the least by this, forcing her companion to scamper on behind. The second girl is not clad in the Seijyun uniform as she is, but rather a long faux-silk black dress slit up scandalously close to the thigh, a sort of cocktail-slut imitation of Zaki. She also bears an eyepatch, making them a curious couple indeed. But it's clear who takes charge, the smaller schoolgirl bounding ahead with a playful grin, practically skipping over to the wreck before hopping up on one half, balancing like a cat as it wobbles to and fro.
"I wonder who did this? Probably nobody Zaki couldn't handle, right? Looks like things really /are/ more interesting here, heh," reaching up to rub at her nose with the back of one slender hand, she tiptoes across the wreck, sighting down into the mess below, squinting slightly as she spots something through the haze of smoke and curling smoke. Smoke? Well, it's a car wreck, there's /always/ smoke. She's seen it on TV.
"...dude, there's somebody dead down there! Really ugly, though. Kinda looks like that Sagat guy."
The eyepatched girl suddenly seems more interested, running around the edge of the wreck to catch a glimpse.
"S-Sagat? Wow! You sure he's dead? I'd love to get an autograph!"
Adon was having a very bad start to his life as a hero.
It all started when he was driving into town, and saw a poor old man being accosted by some muggers. After saving him, the old man turned on Adon, beating him unconscious with his own car. Adon was clearly the innocent victim here.
And now he was waking up god knows where.
One eye finally opens, and then the other. Blinking each one independently, the Emperor of Muay Thai's tongue rolls out of his mouth as he lets loose a groan. 'Graaaagh...." He moans, gingerly writhing his limbs. The man was, for lack of a better word, beaten into hamburger. He was alive; certainly, the Emperor of Muay Thai would not be stopped by having his own car beaten into his skull. But every single movement was pure agony. Struggling to push himself up, he finally screeches.
"WHERE IS MY IPHONE!?"
THe Emperor, patting around his boxers, the Emperor realizes that he has, on top of everything else, been mugged. Hissing in rage, he trembles painfully. This was the thanks he got, for helping a stranger? Truly, he should have run him over when he had the chance. Looking around the alleyways, the Emperor's gaze is fixed upon the pair of young girls. Raising his bruises arms in the air, he continues to remain seated in pain. "YOU! Streetwalking Schoolgirls! TRULY I am not in JAPAN, but WHERE AM I? Am In Sunshine CIty?"
"ANSWER ME, YOU TWO TAWDRY TROLLOPS!"
"That's not Sagat, you stupidhead!"
"Don't ask me, dude, you're the one who draws hearts around his face and touches herself when he-- h-hey!"
Suddenly there's a loud scrambling and the severed half of Adon's ravaged car lurches with a metallic scream, but it's as nothing to the deafening ring made by the haymaker-esque bitchslap that the taller girl lands on the plucky little pirate, raising at first a gasp of pain and then one final *thud* as Hamada topples off the broken vehicle and lands right on top of her bandanna, stars spinning in her eyes even as the nearby Adon is busy forcing himself awake and upright. Above, Yokota - Sagat's Future Wife - looms with hands on hips.
"That's what you get for messing with me!" Her declaration rings out just before the beaten, bloodied form of the former Muay Thai Emperor struggles to its feet and then somehow, in spite of it all, manages to offer up his terrible signature shriek. Her badassitude is utterly ruined when the lanky schoolgirl spins about, her scandalous skirts flapping as she focuses on Adon like he really were the living dead, mouth falling open and a finger extending to point as she struggles for words, ending up making a kind of 'bahbahbahbah' sound.
Hamada has better presence of mind even through a possible concussion, rolling to her feet with a gentle 'hup!' and abruptly grinning as she stands scant feet from the battle-damaged Emperor, assessing him with a sweeping bottom-to-top gaze before meeting his eyes. Now she seems to recognize him, that grin positively Cheshire as she brings her own hands clapping together before her, two fingers upraised as the others thread.
"Dude! You're that... dude! The one who keeps losing to everybody, and messes up tournament fights because he's so bitter about the whole thing!" As one of the 'inner circle' Hamada doubtless has been told of Zaki's trip to Thailand and the sobbing wreck she left of Adon, but she seems to be quite approving of it, rocking on her heels as she fails to suppress a bold chuckle. "So are you, like, dead, or can I grab an autograph?"
"Y-You're in Sunshine City, Mr. Zombie Sir," stammers out Yokota rather more helpfully, still staring at the apparition before her. Apparently they're not all so street-smart and sassy. "Hamada, maybe we should call an ambulance or something. I've got /my/ iPhone right here...?"
At which point she produces it from some hidden crevice. Swinging from the base? A Sagat bobblehead keyring.
"NO!"
Adon rises up steadily, every movement wracked with pain. He inspects the two girls, belittling and dismissing them with every moment. Truly, America was a hypocrite if they took away HIS whores, and yet, they tolerate these ones on their very streets! "I do NOT lose to EVERYBODY! TRULY! I am ADON! The FORMER EMPEROR of MUAY THAI! The TWO TIME WINNER of the NEO-LEAGUE! CLEARLY you are two VAPID-HEADED FOOLS if you think I am a LOSER and a BUM!" The Emperor drops down to the ground, steadily regaining his footing, his center. A lifetime of beatings has made him fairly resilient in his old age. It probably helped that Oro, with his restraint, maximized pain more so than damage. Grimacing, his finally stretches, till a sharp crack is heard from his back.
And like that, the soreness is shaken off.
"KYA HA HA! SO GOOD!" Screams the Emperor. "TRULY! I have RETURNED! I am not dead, no. I merely was AMBUSHED as I ENTERED THE CITY! I have come, young street prostitutes, to SUNSHINE CITY, to NOT ONLY SAVE the CITY from VIOLENCE, but to BETTER TRAIN myself to REGAIN MY LOST CROWN!" The Emperor keeps his form high, turning up his nose as he looks down at the two girls. "There is NO NEED for an AMBULANCE. But I will need money and food! For I have come here for the greatest quest of all!" Adon shakes a fist in the air, a winning smile overcoming his face.
"TO DEFEAT AOI HIMEZAKI, that bemasked harlot of a woman, and her MASTER and likely LOVER, ABOBO!"
The Emperor pauses briefly.
"So who wanted AUTOGRAPHS!?"
While Zaki does offer a certain degree of training to her subordinates-- some, like Hamada, even train directly alongside her on a semi-regular basis... none of them have the sheer power of a man like Adon. Even the sukeban herself could only reliably defeat him in a softened state, though perhaps they were evenly matched enough in principle it may not have mattered. Still, watching a fighter shake off such obvious wear and tear, cracking bone and smoothing muscle through what seems blind, blunt willpower alone...
It's somewhat terrifying. This shows in the tall girl from her position on high, her fingers hovering over the screen of her iPhone as she watches the Emperor go through his motions. Her mouth hangs open just slightly, and it's with the greatest uncertainty that she starts to try and form words. He's insulting them, he's loud and annoying, and generally just not the type they'd normally bother associating with for more than five seconds. Unless it was to work him over. Hamada, more in line with expectation, seems to have fewer compunctions.
"But we found you face-down in an alleyway, dirty and smelly," she points out with a wrinkle of her nose, hands still atop her bandanna-clad head as she leans forward to peer up at him, "I'd say that makes you either a bum /or/ a loser, at least, dude..." Of course, he's not done talking. Screeching. Whatever. She actually cringes a bit at the crack and his subsequent straightening, one hand slipping down to rub above her eye. "Oiii..."
Yokota just looks even more disturbed, but somehow this seems to galvanize her. Most likely it's the final comment that does it, as her non-phone-bearing hand tightens at her side with a distinctive clack of popping knuckles, small muscles in her forearm bunching as her teeth simultaneously grit. Ah, loyalty. The greatest gift and most forbidding peril gifted the subordinates of the scarlet-haired sukeban.
"/What did he just say/?" She hisses to the rather-less ruffled Hamada. Who yawns slightly.
"Think he asked for a beating, dude."
"D-Damn right he did! YAAAAH!!"
At which point the Muay Thai Emperor finds a pink iPhone screaming toward his bruised and bloodied head.
COMBATSYS: Yokota has started a fight here on the left meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Adon has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Adon has joined the fight here in the center.
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COMBATSYS: Hamada has joined the fight here on the right meter side.
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Yokota 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Hamada
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Adon 0|-------|-------
COMBATSYS: Adon parries Yokota's Thrown Object!
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Yokota 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Hamada
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Oh, no, Adon wasn't going to take this shit.
"And for that, I THANK YOU! But unless you are hear to give me money, food, a blow job, or something of that nature, I am a VERY BUSY MAN. So if you are not providing blow jobs or food, NO AUTOGRAPHS!" The insults are deflected, but the Emperor's daze was being replaced by utter rage. The phone-bearing woman's anger is what cracks first. The phone is tossed, and Adon, sighing, begins to walk towards Yokoto. Utterly exasperated. Oh, that phone was aimed right for his head.
But Adon isn't taking this kind of shit.
There is just a swing of the arm, a causal, almost flawless catch. He doesn't throw away the phone. He doesn't break it. He simply reaches down to his boxers, and stretches the waistband open. And promptly, he drops it into his boxers, continuing his stride towards Yokota.
It is almost like the wind when Adon is in Yokoto's face.
The Emperor already is throwing a friendly hand on her shoulder. His voice is calm, and dangerously low. "Excuse me. Perhaps it is the hormones running through your body, since it is very obvious you are either MORBIDLY OBESE, or perhaps pregnant with a disgusting American crack baby." The hiss of the Emperor was building to a climax, as the man's grip tightens like a vice. "CLEARLY, what you need is a solution to both problems. As you can see, Muay Thai can not only provide a PHYSIQUE of a GOD, but as you are about to see, perfect for back-alley abortions. So how about a two for one special. A lesson and a miscarriage..." And swiftly, the Emperor thrusts up a knee, attempting to drive it hard into the young lady's abdomen with organ-crushing force, before chucking her HARD at the feet of her partner.
"FREE OF CHARGE"
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Yokota with Jaguar Slam EX.
- Power hit! -
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Yokota 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Hamada
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Adon 0|-------|---====
Well, now Adon has a tiny Sagat head flopping around in his pants.
Nothing to see here, kids. Move along.
Yokota doesn't have much choice in the matter, taking a swift backstep as she realizes the Muay Thai Emperor is going straight past the grounded Hamada and reaching up toward her. Her hands are spread wide following the retracting of her simple, straightforward throwing motion, and she doesn't actually do anything more to defend - in fact, in her raised ire she actually smirks, as if daring him. His cruel banter elicits a snort from the piratical waif beside him, but his actual prey is just determinedly scowling as she's hauled in toward that knee. But she's grossly underestimated his power; she can't compete with it, bending double and coughing...
The cough sends spittle and blood flecking out, along with a healthy smear of stomach acid that spatters the petrol-soaked ground. She's following suit herself a moment later, bouncing and rolling as she gurgles a weak protest. Apparently she's made of at least partway stern stuff, as before her partner-in-underaged-crime can assist her, she's rolling onto her shoulder and flipping to a crouch, wavering just slightly.
"Y-You piece of shit..."
"/Not/ cool," Hamada finishes the thought with a shake of her head, heavy golden loops jangling from her ears, her stance still decidely casual as bright eyes roll up to meet Adon's from the side. "I only wanted your autograph so I could sell it; people collect weird things like that, you know? Someday you could be really famous, dude," still keeping it chatty, it's perhaps some surprise when she suddenly blurs forward, bandanna tails streaming behind as she raises her voice to a yell, throwing herself hard into Adon's hip and attempting to simply, brutally slam him down into the blood and gasoline. "AS THE WORLD'S BIGGEST LOSER!"
The other girl is up by then, breathing in hard as she steps forward in readiness to follow up. She's not planning anything fancy-- if Adon evades the takedown, she'll simply lunge and chamber her leg into a kick before bringing it down with particularly savage care on his wrapped foot. If he is down, well, she'll be going for a rather more tender and precious target. Where else would she choose to aim, given the choice?
"Heh," grins Hamada, stepping back quickly to gain some distance, "Speaking of abortions... doctors don't recommend you take 'em out in the hundred and eightieth trimester, but in your case? I think they'd make an exception. With a face that ugly, I doubt even your mother cares for you, dude!"
COMBATSYS: Hamada successfully hits Adon with Furious Takedown.
- Power hit! -
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Yokota 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Hamada
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Adon 0|-------|--=====
COMBATSYS: Adon endures Yokota's Foot Stamp!
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Frankly, Adon loves nothing more for Little Sagat Head bouncing against Little Adon Head.
"KYA HA HA!" Came the peal of laughter as Adon sends a teenage girl writhing and vomiting on the ground. "TRULY, your BELGH is WORST than YOUR BITE! CRAWL on the FLOOR, you WORTHLESS WHORE!" The Fallen Emperor mewls with a sneer. Of course, Hamada belittles and mocks him. Why shouldn't she?
But unlike her partner, she takes him off guard.
Adon is taken down hard to the slam into blood, gasoline, and sweat. But as Hamada unleashes the takedown, the Fallen Emperor instinctively tenses his body. Landing hard on a muffler, the emperor suddenly gazes upon the earring'd perky pirate lass with murdereous intent. Struggling to rise, his eyes are bloodshot, narrowed to pinpricks.His first attempt is slowed down when Yokota unleashes a groinstomp. "GRRAAA-JAGGAA!" He seethes, finally rising fully upright. "One minute, you TRAMP." Legs still akimbo, he turns from Yokota, already rushing to the leader.
Why, the Fallen Emperor even ignores the fact Little Sagat and Little Adon were currently entangled as lovers.
The Fallen Emperor doesn't let Hamada get away. As she steps back, Adon is already rushing down, the pain from the groin stop and slam down only fueling him faster and faster. As he finally closes in, Adon lashes two hands out, aiming for each side of Hamada's head. "Oh, my face is hideous? How about I show you the MIRROR of MUAY THAI?" The Emperor rasps out, his scream too wild and fierce for his own throat to handle. The Emperor does not try to grab Hamada's ears, no. He attempts to seize her by those hoop earrings, and attempting to drive his own foot into the woman's knee. Attempting to dislocate her leg at the joint, he just keeps boldly stepping in. He wouldn't end there. A straight, bold forehead smash would be aimed right at her own face, as Adon would pull in by the earrings. Pull harder, so fast, so swift, until his head would smash so hard into her nose...
And with a sharp jerk, tear off those guady earrings right from her ears.
COMBATSYS: Hamada interrupts Fierce Combo from Adon with Hard-Headed Woman.
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Yokota 0/-------/-======|=======\=------\1 Hamada
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Adon 0|-------|=======
They may be far short of Adon's level-- neither girl is going to be thrashing King to claim the title of greatest Muay Thai warrior for themselves, at least not at any point in the next two or three years. However, the angry teenage horde that is the Ladies' Team have held the streets of Sunshine under a relative spell of terror for the past few weeks; and back home, they mounted an autonomous threat beside the similarly, if actually rather more psychotically delinquent Gedo vigilantes. They're here for a reason. And Aoi didn't get five thousand young women on her side without knowing how to turn them into something worthwhile.
Hamada is too slow to stop herself being seized, Adon's screaming taunts reaching her ring-bedecked ears as he takes them firmly, his calloused grip fearsome - a human vice, the rending talons of a predator. It's one of the first times in her entire life she's ever felt even slightly hesitant to fight back, meeting his wild stare and that jutting chin; like coming face to face with some kind of Jurassic beast, slavering and mortally dangerous. But she's a tough cookie, already drawing hr own chin up, smirk still smeared across her lips.
But it's focused now, a sign with the narrowing of her eyes that she's ready.
*crunch*
Her knee almost gives way, but she twists her body, the kneecap snapping and popping but turning just right to avoid the potentially crippling damage Adon might otherwise have caused. She gasps, struggling in his grip and cringing both inward and out as her ears are wrenched-- but there's no time for /whining like a baby/ and the dimunitive girl throws herself toward him instead, meeting his follow-up headbutt with an identical motion of her own. The jagged, scarred mess of his own, battle-honed forehead meets her young, smooth one; unmarked even beneath the fringe of that bandanna, her wounds having healed with the vigour of the young.
*crack*
But that doesn't mean they were never there. Hamada is one of the best Zaki's got, and she proves it, sending Adon staggering back, his grasping hands jerking at her ears but unable to do the horrific damage he attempted to wreak; again she thwarts him. She staggers away too, breathing heavily as adrenaline explodes through her veins, one hand shaking as it reaches to her hip and digs in the pocket of her uniform. The other runs across her mouth, spittle flying as she sends it away with a banishing flick. "No," she gasps out, "Dice, dude. You think I've never been in a fight? You think no idiot's ever tried to mess me up? I'm /better/ than you."
Her grin is savage, feral and predatory in its own right as she heaves in another breath. She's not unsteady, seemingly prepared but exhilarated, the heady rush of battle most like driving her to new heights. It helps that she's not alone, and as the Muay Thai Emperor makes his own recovery from their collision he has something else to worry about; the scampering of feet his first warning, a harshly-throated roar his second.
"TIIIIIGEEEEEEER!!"
Rising up from a sudden squat, Yokota twists into the blow, but as it comes in to land her wrist twists, turning the apparent uppercut into a ringing backhand. A slap; viciously hard for what it is, but designed to humiliate as much as harm, driving into him with bloody-minded ferocity exactly the truth of his situation. He may be bad, he may be black-hearted and cruel, but he's dealing with /two teenage girls/. The stakes are high.
COMBATSYS: Adon dodges Yokota's Mother of Slaps.
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Girl, Interrupted.
Adon's headbutt is stopped by a counter-headbutt, stopping the horrible end to the viscious assault. "JAGGA!" The former Emperor howls, stepping backwards as he recovers. "GGGGARGH!" He howls in frustration rather than pain. Stumbling back, he glares at Hamada. Listening. Brooding. Raging. There were below his weight. He didn't even know why they were attacking him. But against the self-indulgent boasting of the schoolgirl, Adon has only one word.
""Phswa."
And then, Adon repeats himself, with greater emphasis.
"PSHWA!"
Thrusting a finger at Hamada, he GLARES in RAGE at the woman. "You. I will RELISH breaking you down. You think I am some IDIOT that is messing you up? You CLEARLY have fought with only IDIOTS and FOOLS if you THINK I am BUT an IDIOT." Adon cackles, as Yokota comes rushing in. As the slap comes, Adon simply shoves aside the slaps, pushing away each of the blows with nary an eyebrow raise. But for a moment, his attention was shifting away from the pirate, and towards the younger lady.
A sickening hunger in his throat.
%Closing back in to the woman, he continues his mocking bite. "Perhaps you forget that LONG AGO I was a TEENAGER! MAKING LOVE TO HOS! PIMP-SLAPPING the WEAK with my MIGHTY MUAY THAI LIMBS! TRULY, I was the CONQUERER!" Raising his arms up, he shows them off with a swagger. "THESE ARMS can SHATTER STONE! These LEGS can BREAK BONE! I TRULY have taken the martial abilities of MUAY THAI to a level where it can TRULY be APPRECIATE as an ART! I am a GREAT PAINTER of MUAY THAI!"
"LET YOUR FACE BE MY CANVAS!"
The Former Emperor pounces himself, aiming again for poor Yokota. Smashing two younger, weaker opponents truly was ectastic. The Emperor was rolling in the utter pleasure of hammering away. And with Yokoka in his sights, he was already taking the air. Attempting to mount on the smaller victim's shoulders, he will wind back both of his elbows overhead. Should he make his mount, he will begin to hammer away manically into the skull of the other school girl.
To mangle her even further.
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Yokota with Fierce Punch.
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"You sure said 'idiot' a lot just now," muses Hamada in a vaguely careless mumble as Adon turns his attentions to her taller compatriot, her voice not echoing the brightness of her gaze as it tracks him upward. The hand shifting in her pocket comes to a rest, one foot scuffing forward through the gas-rank rubble surrounding the Emperor's ruined vehicle. She doesn't seem otherwise moved by his declarations-- which is acknowledgement enough that she really does think he's just some worthless idiot. What this doesn't preclude is a certain element of caution, because as Yokota grits her teeth and raises her arms to try and ward off the blows...
The piratical henchwoman knows damn well she can't do it. The Muay Thai Emperor is too fast, too frantically overpowering in his ministrations. Elbows hammer downward, murdering braincells by the million and hurling gobs of blood and flesh free-wheeling through the air. It's disgusting savagery, pieces of skull splintering and rushes of snotty breath emitting from the eyepatched girl as she's driven backwards, stumbling until she's slamming into the lurching wreck of the sportscar, trapped between death and a hard place.
He'd be able to make that quite literal, if not for Hamada's sudden intervention.
"Oi." Her tone is dead, hard and cold like Zaki's, as she skids to a halt from a rush so fast she didn't seem to move much even to any onlooker; almost a single swaying sashay seeming to carry her the distance. Nonchalant in grace, but brutal in efficiency, her hand is already loosed from her pocket, a glint of sunlight on steel happening in tandem with the *snikt* as she pops her switchblade open. "Dude?"
That's all the warning the mounted Emperor gets, before she thrusts it forward /hard/, seeking to slam into the lower portion of his muscular back and then rip outward, a sharp, "GRAAAAAAAH!!" leaving her lips as she performs a manuever that would at least hospitalize a normal person. It's not particularly flashy or flamboyant; because on the streets that doesn't count for anything. She's one who learned that the hard way.
One tough cookie.
Which is less than can be said for her friend, though the thing about a scared, cornered animal is that it has a tendency to fight back even when the fighting is at the absolute worst-- especially then. Adon may still be mounted, or he may get away in time to evade Hamada's fury, but it avails him not of the bloodied, sobbing Yokota, who uses her first moment of leverage to throw herself free of his clutches and then /keep on moving/, starting in with a leap to try and carry the fearsome Thai warrior to the floor with both hands around his neck. She's not got the calm and cool of Hamada - far from it, she's crying freely and leaking blood from several orifices, desperate and terrified as she seeks to slam his head against the floor again and again and again, then removing her choking grip to reach up with both hands and form an axe-handle.
Then she simply brings her fists down with all her bodyweight, aiming for the mouth, aiming to shatter teeth even though it's liable to cost her own flesh. Perhaps even bone. But where Hamada wants to punish him on equal terms, she's just seeking to take him down by whatever means possible, to protect /herself/ now. In this moment, that might just make her the more dangerous of the two.
COMBATSYS: Yokota successfully hits Adon with Hell Hath No Fury.
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COMBATSYS: Adon endures Hamada's Switchblade Surprise.
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Brutality.
Adon hurls himself down upon Yokota, tearing into her skull. Dropping to his feet, he releases the girl. "HA HA. HA HA. HA HA HA!!" Was the shrill cackle as the former Emperor begins to sense the woman coming behind him. Finally, he stops the assault to turn and face the attacker, the sound of the switchblade. The knife comes, and Adon, instead of dodging, simply begins to tense up tightly. His body flexing up and down, even little Sagat bobs a bit. The knife digs shallowly into Adon's chest, and the former Emperor, suddenly makes one HARD flex with his pecs.
And the blade snaps off of the Emperor's chest.
".... Hehhehehe...." The former Emperor begins, chuckling lightly. Adon does stares, smiling wickedly at the thuggish heroine. "How does it feel? To fail her. To keep letting her fall into my hands? Feel her tears, her SOBS. You want to know what -worthless- feels like, you tramp? You whore? Your KNIVES mean NOTHING to me. TRULY, it is time to give you an ultimate lesson in the power of Muay Thai-"
But the Emperor cut short by fearful justice.
Adon staggers backwards, face smashed again and again and again. Falling to the ground, his body is still tense, he still struggles to defend against the girl. But both were becoming desperate, they were becoming angry. But as the assault slows down, the FOrmer Emperor looks up at the schoolgirl throttling and punching him.
And Adon was still sneering, broken teeth and all.
The Jaguar of Muay Thai thrusts a palm forward, trying to push the weeping Yokota off as he explodes to the air. Lifting up with a single knee, the Emperor suddenly builds more and more into a frantic assault. Hurling out a biting knee, he throws up a second one, trying to fully take to the air. As he reaches the apex, whether with the girl or not, he roars out the name of the move.
"RISING JAGGA!"
Still taking to the air, however, he continues to launch through the air, rushing through at blazing speed. He wasn't stopping his assault. He would not END his assault. Launching straight for Hamoda, he flips through the air. Heel builing with chi energy, he begins to roll forward in the skies, raising his leg up high as he attempts to hammer that foot HARD in the center of Hamada's face.
"JAGGA KEEK!"
COMBATSYS: Adon blitzes into action and acts again!
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Yokota 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Hamada
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COMBATSYS: Yokota blocks Adon's Rising Jaguar.
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Yokota 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Hamada
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Adon 0|-------|---====
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Hamada with Jaguar Kick.
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Yokota 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Hamada
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Adon 0|-------|=======
"Your words say you don't care, dude," Hamada replies as she backs off with a hopping two-step, practically skipping backwards with a swing of her arms, still moving like she were playing around with her friends instead of fighting for her life - and that of her less skilled, less fortunate friend. "But blood doesn't lie." That comes out in a sing-song, a finger lifting to tap at the side of her nose in the moment that Adon goes down fighting for dominance with Yokota, meeting her barrage with... little better success than she had with his.
That saves her from any overt concern; though the piratical waif doesn't seem to have that anyway, as carefree as she's ever been despite the rush of battle being upon her. She takes a couple more bouncy paces backwards, until her foot knocks against something on the floor, heavy and clunking metal rattling a protest as it rolls behind her. She takes a darting glance toward it, missing the moment that Adon throws off his assailant and soars heavenward, carrying her up as if impaled, his reward a searing gasp that almost becomes a scream.
Almost. The sobbing, bloodied girl has her arms in place over the striking limb, cradling it to spread the impact as she's carried aloft and then flung back, bouncing and rolling across the ground with a series of grunts and grimaces until she rises once more into a crouch, eyepatch half-removed in the fray to reveal the empty socket where once was her eye. It's not an affectation; apparently she's been through bad things before. But she's dripping with gore nonetheless, her remaining optic swimming with dizziness as she pushes herself upright and starts forward at a limping stride, trying to reach Adon before--
There's a sickening crack as his heel impacts Hamada's cheek, splitting the ridge of bone in twain with a gout of black blood, flowing too fast to turn crimson immediately. The blow is agonizing, but she just lets out a scathing snarl, falling back over the gas tank that almost tripped her before, turning her own fall into an ungainly somersault. Somehow, she lands on her feet, but her face is a ghastly sight-- jutting bone and trailing flesh, at least brutal enough that the body provides, natural drugs pouring into her system.
"Shouldn't have," she gasps out, bending low as her friend picks up pace and steams in from behind, "Done that, /dude/!!" The last is strained as Hamada suddenly hefts up the gas tank and pitches it upward in a bold, underhanded toss, greased metal going end-over-end to impact Adon without speed; but with plenty of brutally crushing force. It's ponderous, but timed to coincide loosely as Yokota plans to catch the Jaguar with a leap, aiming to get those long, smooth legs around him and carry him to the floor in a reasonably technical attempt at a triangle choke, thighs tightening about his neck. If she can carry it off, she's got her own elbows ready to drive toward his face, one after another after another, adding injury to injury.
She's screaming with each blow, like she's facing her worst nightmare and all she can do is /cry out/.
COMBATSYS: Hamada successfully hits Adon with Large Thrown Object.
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Yokota 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Hamada
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COMBATSYS: Adon dodges Yokota's Crippling Combo.
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Yokota 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Hamada
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Adon's blitzful assault only comes out half-cocked, in the end.
Landing on the ground, he is in a prime position for Hamada's follow through. The Emperor's body was sore, the pain of the fight beginning to weigh on him. She was right. Blood DOESN'T lie. And he was chipped, chipped away.His chest was filled with metal, yes.
But his heart still was filled with mettle.
The gas tank hits Adon hard as he tries to evade it, knocking the Emperor staggering back. "GAH!" He exclaims. Hamada was clearly the more dangerous of the two. He had to shut her down. UNfortunately, for her,Yokota was coming in to attempt a triangle choke. Of all things, a triangle choke? Adon almost cackles as he simply catches the woman, and directlys her effforts to the ground.
And he stares as she cries out... Stop?
"DON'T GET HOT AND FLUSTERED!" The Former Emperor sneers. "JUST USE A BIT OF MUSTARD!" Adon chortles as he shifts attention back away from Hamada, and straight at the lesser of the two evils. "YOU'RE A HOT DOG!" He begins to chant. "BUT I BETTER NOT TRY TO HURT HER.... FRANK FURTER!" The emperor suddenly pounces back towards the woman, attempting to leap on her... and wrestler her to the ground. "You think you are BAD? HEY! HAMADA! TRY AND STOP ME! I BETTER GIVE BACK HER SAGAT!" And then, as Adon moves into position, it is very clear what he is attempting to do to the girl.
Sit on her face, with Little Sagat bobbing his head out.
COMBATSYS: Yokota interrupts Medium Throw from Adon with Judo Technique.
- Power hit! -
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Yokota 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Hamada
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As insanity descends on the bloody and violent scene taking place in the cancerous heart of Sunshine City, Adon's rampant misogyny is rewarded with empirical evidence of one thing; a woman's place is certainly on her back. Yokota hits the ground hard, the air leaving her lungs until she bites it back with a countering inhalation, the rough stone endured without further protest than that. Her single eye is turned upward and remains open and watchful, her mouth downturning as the Muay Thai Emperor moves in for the...
Oh god, what is he doing? Hamada, dusting off her hands, pauses to let her mouth hang open a moment.
As Yokota apparently decides the best thing is for her to do exactly the same thing. Adon's wrestling isn't needed-- she's ready for him, supine and willing, her teeth baring momentarily as she widens her own jaw and cranes her neck up. The protruding, hairless head is gently gummed in perfect tandem with the upraising of her lower body, spine leaving the floor as the tall girl furls herself up and over, dragging the Muay Thai Emperor with her with grace and momentum to end up on top of him, her thighs clamping down to either side.
Her hands remain free, as she reaches down and pushes against his Adam's apple, a quick wrenching motion of her hands accompanied by a strong push to rather nastily constrict her breathing and give her the flexion to bounce upright, ending stood over the Emperor. Bruised, battered, bleeding... but dominant.
"Mmf-mm /mmff/," she utters, her mouth still full of Sagat. He's a little bit warm.
"Well, don't just leave it at that! Let's /finish him off/!"
The last cry is bloodthirsty, as Hamada charges forward and aims to sling a steel-toed school-shoe right against the grounded man's temple-- yes, steel-toed. A bandanna and a pair of earrings aren't the only mod she's made to the Seijyun dress code. Hamada is fucking hardcore, man.
COMBATSYS: Adon dodges Hamada's Aggressive Strike.
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Yokota 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Hamada
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If they wanted to finish Adon, they would have let him sit on her face!
The Former Emperor suddenly knows why the men in Zaki's world are tied up on their backs. THe Jaguar eyes go WIDE as he is suddenly on his back. Groaning in pain, he realizes... he lost his Sagat? Damnation and spite.
He was saving that for his Muay Thai Bride.
As the FOrmer EMperor rises up again, struggling to keep it together. He was growing exhausted, yes. But as he finds his center again.... Hamada comes roaring in. "BAH! You FOOLS! You WENCHES! I WAS ONCE THE EMPEROR OF MUAY THAI! I cannot be STOPPED by MERE CHILDREN!" As the boot comes roaring up, Adon suddenly ducks down hard. Staring straight up, he smiles. "KYA KYA!" He cackles. Hopefully, she also fixed the skirt code as well, as the Emperor, leering, suddenly steps in. There was an opening. Also, there was an opportunity to attack. The Emperor suddenly surges forward; leading in with a rising knee, chained into an aerial flip. Dropping his heel down, chi explodes across his body. Whether or not it hits Adon will drop down low, rising back up again with a flurry of straight punches, attempting to drive her back.. back... baaaaaack....
COMBATSYS: Adon successfully hits Hamada with Jaguar Varied Assault.
- Power hit! -
! VENGEANCE !
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Yokota 0/-------/-----==|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Hamada
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Apart from the tiny matter of her shattered cheekbone, bone jaggedly tearing against rent flesh as she retracts her striking foot a second too late to adequately defend, Hamada hasn't been too badly hurt so far-- but every hit Adon does land is going to cause searing, agonizing pain. She'd know that from reputation and rumour if not from simply watching her friend be torn into bloody chunks by the Muay Thai Emperor. So, to an extent, the assault is expected in its sudden and body-crushing brutality. That doesn't help too much.
A beast incensed is bad enough, a predator seeking not just death but vengeance; that's something else. Hamada's toughness melts away to nothing worth mentioning as she's worked over systematically, bone snapping beneath welts and bruises soon pouring internally with thick, hot ichor, soon to swell to ugly blemishes that may take weeks to heal. The style practiced by Adon is designed with exactly this sort of punishment in mind-- there is a reason it is so feared, why someone like Yokota so respects and admires its foremost warrior...
By the time Adon is through, Hamada is devastated, the tiny girl a living, barely-breathing charnel house as she slams up against the husk of the cruel man's ruined sports car. It's fortunate that it's there, really; were it not, if she had nothing from which to rebound, she'd never be able to summon the energy to stand. As it is, the added, unexpected jolt of pain, the shunt forward on shaking legs, both conspire to re-enthuse her. For the first time she's got nothing to say, bandanna slipping over one eye as the other tries blearily to focus on the Muay Thai Emperor. She's stumbling forward as if falling, when suddenly she turns...
Her left leg kicks off the floor as the right lunges upward, clearing her head as it swoops over and around in a scything axe kick, her falling arc carrying her into Adon's chest with the blow-- if she doesn't betray herself completely in her fatigue and agony, if she can even keep him sighted long enough. Should the kick land, she'll make it to her feet again, stumbling forward with a, "Ghrk!" As she vomits up blood, raising both arms to clamp against him and /push/, breaking into a run from which she'll simply collapse - it takes every last iota of effort, shunting him toward the opposite half of the Jagga's wrecked Jaguar.
If she can get him there, he'll taste the spine-crunching agony she just did. She'll see if it wakes /him/ up.
And then she's down, but there's one girl left; and whatever happens, Yokota is there.
"You'll be stopped!" She yells as she leaves the ground much like Hamada did, swooping around but firing off a kick entirely unlike that one; not an overhead axe, but a darting lance, seeking his throat whether he's evaded Hamada or is rebounding from her last stunning effort, following in her wake to finish him. Even if it costs her, even if he somehow reverses that too, she means to make him hurt. "Not by children..."
She won't be conscious long herself, but if it's her last gasp, she says it, "By /ladies/."
COMBATSYS: Hamada can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Adon parries Hamada's Accept No Imitations!
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COMBATSYS: Adon interrupts Medium Kick from Yokota with Rising Jaguar EX.
~ Cruel hit! ~
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Adon was not the greatest.
He had a long loss record. He was outclassed by many famous fighters, like Sagat and Ryu, and unknown ones, like Zaki herself. Adon had glareing weaknesses; His overly aggressive technique, his brash nature, his attempts to abuse his opponents. But Adon was one thing for certain.
He was one of the greatest Muay Thai warriors in tthe world.
"KYAHAHHAHAHAHAH! JAGGAAAA!" Was the shrill scream as Adon unleashes the final blur of punches. As she brings out the final kick, Adon's punches do not stop. Nah, he is already using those punches into grabs. Seizing the woman by the leg, he simply pivots, slamming her HARD on the ground as he builds up momentum. Invaluable momentum, it seems, as soon as he smashes her hard to the ground, the Emperor is staring down the last standing woman. As she brings a darting aerial kick, the Emperor sneers. "Not by ladies, no."
"By WHORES!"
The Emperor uses the momentum to finally send him surging into the air. His body was tight, his frame solid. Tearing through the air, he smashing the first knee brutally into the poor girl's chest. Rising up still, he brings that second knee hard to the face. To break it, bloody it. Make her feel the TRUE PAIN of MUAY THAI! "RISING JAGGA!" Was the shrill cry as Adon falls back to earth, glaring at the girl, should she still be standing.
"SUCH CHILD-LIKE WHORES!"
Pain, yes. Lots of pain. It's all Yokota can do to not pass out before she hits the ground. Somehow she remains wary enough to flip and land upon her knees, flesh and bone scraping viciously across gasoline-smeared concrete, wounds stinging even as they're opened, and it hurts - so much, as if the constriction in her chest, the palpitating of her heart thrust against her broken ribs, were not enough...
Still she looks at Adon with her one eye, bloodshot and streaming with sweat and tears.
"Fuck you." Her words are simple, blunt, barely mumbled but carrying a strength only absolute belief can impart. "If not her," she manages to raise a hand, signifying the downed Hamada. In spite of everything, grotesque as it is, her mouth begins to curl up into a filthy, rictus grin, flesh stretching through the rivulets of blood cascading over her ravage face. "If not me, then..." A cough, she sputters up black ichor.
But the name is on her lips, it's ready to lunch in the moment as she lurches forward, maintaining eye contact.
"Zaki."
Those two syllables are the last thing she delivers, until with a wet crunch she hits the street.
COMBATSYS: Yokota takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Yokota can no longer fight.
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Such delicious pain.
RAs Adon stands tall, he waits. These girls had given it all out. And where Adon was holding together AFTER a beatdown from Oro, these girls were.... hamburger. But really, Adon already saw them as meat; so it wasn't a huge change for him. But a name leaks out.
Zaki.
He broods. But that name. Zaki. These were... Zaki's thugs? Truly, no wonder that Adon won, and why they attacked. They were gangsters that would STOP him. To keep him from saving Sunshine City.
And to that, Adon cackles sinisterly.
"SO! Zaki's little pets. TRULY, you DESERVED to be GROUND under my HEELS. BUT!" The Emperor begins, a downright VILE look on his face. He approaches the remains of Hamada, and hurls her over his shoulder. Talking to the unconscious girls, the Former Emperor continues the sneer. "If you WISH me to fuck Zaki, then so be it. But as I recall, you are CRIMINALS!" Adon begins, approaching the remains of Yokota. "As part of my HEROIC DUTIES, I should REFRAIN from DEFILING your bodies, and INSTEAD! Do the RIGHT THING. And of COURSE! BRING YOU! TO! THE POLICE!" Adon throws the girl over his other shoulder. Bearing a school girl for each arm, the former Emperor begins to leave the wreckage of his remains. He had come into this city with nothing. But now?
The ~Ladies~ Team.
Log created on 18:06:54 06/20/2012 by Adon, and last modified on 01:55:32 06/21/2012.