Description: In an unusual alliance, noted rudo Vyle pairs up with detective Daniel Jack in taking on a strange paramilitary soldier in the outer parts of Sunshine City. However, Danny finds out that not only is the commando a familiar face, but the truth behind his so called watch theft...
One would think that when one finds danger of the highest order, they would stay away, especially when the profit doesn't seem to outweight the pain. After all, humans are learning animals, they learn from experience, pleasurable and painful. And the experiences around Outer Sunshine tend to be pretty damn painful.
Then again, Vyle has long been accused of not being terribly human many times. And a glutton for punishment regardless. Despite his ugly run-in with someone well armored and equipped out here on his 'recruitment drive', the rudo is out here again, and this time, he's out to catch attention it seems. No longer in his drab, nondescript 'work clothes', the luchador is out in colors. No blues or reds or golds or the usual gang colors you'd think. Nope.
He's out and proud in the green and purple, baby. Perhaps this way, if things go his way, the thugs of note around here might take notice this time. What better way to advertise, after all. Or maybe he just wants to thumb in the eye of those who want him the hell out of this city. Either way, he doesn't seem afraid to walk out in broad...er....street lights.....eyes watching out for useful assets, both animate and inanimate. He was getting something out of tonight no matter what it comes down to, he swears it...
Sitting squatted on the edge of a rooftop some several stories up above Vyle, well out of the reach of the city street lights... bathed in pale moon light... is that very same well-armored paaramilitary woman from Vyle's last encounter of the dangerous kind. The alien eyes of the mask she's wearing are alive with a pale, crimson, light as she stares downs at the semi-empty backstreet below.
Whispering quietly within the confines of her mask, a thing not likely to be heard by anyone nearby, she relays communications back to /someone/ through the use of a very sensitive microphone bound about her neck. "Target Sighted." Standing to her full height again, she peels back the leather glove from her hand... staring at a low green glow there... "We have an hour this time Vyle. I hope you'll provide me with more amusement than last time..." Pulling the tight leather glove back over her wrist, she then gives a little hop... landing on the fire escape below with a thud.
For probaby close to a ten minutes more, Vyle would find himself mostly alone. The only disturbances in the area being whatever scant few people wander about, a stray dog wandering a bit too close, or a loose poster being tossed about in the wind. After a period of silence, and perhaps after a few environmental distractions had have the pportunity to give Vyle a false scare, as hee begins to approach the end of the street... nearing a dimly lit street corner with a beaten, rusty, old mail receptacle sitting on it... Vyle would hear a familiar voice come from beside the mail box... "Some idiots just can't take cues, apparently." Walking out from beside the corner, standing beneath a street light there, she emits a low chuckle... "Not satisfied with having just your jaw broken?"
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As the fighting begins to break out, a dark figure looms from the edge of the street lamps. Wisking from shadow to shadow, the figure slips on the horizon, doubling back on Vyle. It was keeping out of the way, out of clear sight, dressed in greys and
After all, Daniel Jack was a connection for his connections.
Vyle had gotten in contact with the detective the other evening. It seems that the pair of them were having their own troubles. Naturally, Daniel is not aware of Vyle's shadier dealings. But what Daniel does know is that Vyle is an ally, and in turn, was on the lead on something. A commando that was attacking him. A commando like in the Southtown Siege, like Rolento. Someone like Rolento would be interested in somewhat tough, but ultimately desperate, martial artists.
Much like the martial artists that were missing.
The detective finally double-backs fully on the duo, keeping in the darkness. Gone was his ORange Zoot Suit, replaced by sleuthing greys and trenchcoat. He was on the stealthy side now. Watching Vyle as the voice comes out. Listening. Observing.
Waiting for his opportunity to strike.
Vyle continues to walk forward, confident stride, like he already owned this town. After all, he was trying to act the part of a big shot...and big shots tended not to care if people knew who they really were. Not like the Geese Howards who pretend to be legitimate businessmen...but the Vegas of the world. Everyone knew who he was...and tonight, Vyle was acting like everyone knew who HE was.
Of course, when you beg for attention, sometimes you get it. And before he can even give a recruitment spiel to any of the local thugs, he finds trouble yet again. Or so it seems. Turning his head as a dog passes by suddenly from the shadows...then a poster flies by with no warning, the rudo continues on. "Gotta be around here somewhere," he says to himself....before hearing that VOICE. Looks like he hit the jackpot...or the ZONK. He won't know until he opens that box, so to speak.
"Oh, so ET didn't go home after all, huh? So what, toots, get in trouble with your boss because you couldn't get rid of a little ol' cockroach like me? Or....." he starts, that trademark arrogance and taunting already on display. "Kind of sad whoever your boss is has to leave you to be his cleanup gal. Sounds like a real dick hiding behind a desk or a mic and letting his girl take care of the real dirty work," he says with swagger, hands in the pockets of his wrestling pants. "Thanks for the jaw by the way. I did need to get this one tooth pulled out, but it came out pretty clean thanks to you. Might have to repay the favor, you know...course my instruments ain't exactly as precision."
The woman clad in ebony military garb just stands there silently beneath the street light, nearly unmoving for the entirety of Vyle's spiel. The only real movement from her is the slow flexion of the fingers on her left hand... folding and unfolding slowly as she absorbs the venom he's spitting at her through that dense helmet of hers. When he's finished, she simply emits another dark chuckle... "I hope you've enjoyed these last few moments of breath I was gracious enough to give you..." Once more the right hand moves for the clasp of a knife holder mounted on her combat vest... unsnapping it and pullling the the combat knife free. A thing Vyle's seen her do before...
Turning that knife deftly toward the back of her hand, she begins to move toward Vyle again... left hand reaching out to try and grab a free article of clothing... just like last time.... "Let's get this over with. Now."
COMBATSYS: Sonia has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Vyle has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Sonia successfully hits Vyle with Combo Attack.
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Grabbing ont the collar of Vyles shirt, she proceeds to drive her knee hard into his midsection, fuollowing it with a hard headbutt from that dense ballistic helmet shes wearing... attempting to hurt him as quickly and effectively as possible this time. There won't be a lot of his blathering if she can manage to get him down quickly this time.
Unfortunately for Vyle, with that swagger seemed to come...complacency. Try to dodge as he might and silp out of the paramilitary agent's grasp, she's able to grab hold of him and knee him in the midsection before he got too far away. "Guhhhhh..." he groans, lurching over just in time to get a headbutt to the crown of his mohawked head. "GHhhhhhhhNN!!!" Reeling away after that hard smash, he finds his head swimming already, thanks to that assisted headbutt.
"Uhnnn....starting fast...huh...boss like fast women?" he asks woozily, yet still enough in the tank to keep up the taunting and the crudeness. And despite his head spinning, he's not lost a step either, leaping toward Sonia and trying to leapfrog high enough to catch her helmeted head between his legs and bring her over in a classic Frankensteiner. Or other wise known to Vyle as...
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Sonia with Viper's Coil.
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Ever slowly, Daniel closes in.
Creeping in carefully, the detective takes in the woman. Special ops, or perhaps Marines. That was CQC she was using, so obviously some kind of ex-military. Right up Rolento's alleyway. The detective watches the fight that unfolds. Knife wielder. That doesn't click with Daniel. Clearly she was trying to take Vyle down quickly, so she was smart. Also, a Russian, judging by the accent. A very familiar accent. The detective finally reaches the edge of the light as Vyle begins his reserval.
And then, he strikes.
"NOW, VYLE!" The detective roars as he unleashes the wrestling move. Blazing forward at blindingly speed, the detective does the unthinkable: He jumps into the air. Jumping was something Daniel hardly EVER did; his aerial game was a private joke amongst internet message boards. But as he closes in on the woman, his hand ignites with chi energy. Slashing the air before him as he drops down, he quickly uses the momentum to build towards a punch that Vyle might remember all too well. "Fantastic! Todoh!" He begins, before unleashing a ground-pounding palm strike to keep the mysterious commando hard on the ground.
"PAAAAUNCH!"
COMBATSYS: Daniel has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Sonia blocks Daniel's Fantastic Todoh Punch.
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Less like complacency, more like a desire to get this pest out of her hair. If it's one thing Sonia's learned about dealing with Vyle after her first fight, is that he only gets worse if you reciprocate. Thus her strategy had been to simply kill him and get this over with.
Unfortunately for her, Vyle has probably already that he can get under her skin. So when she headbutts him and he goes right on with that same old song and dance... well... she starts to feel the flames of anger rising within her again. But she won't be loosing her cool this time. No. She'd just have to take out her anger on Vyle's face.
Or so she thought. But then, even in the throes of confusion, Vyle manages to confound her... leaping into the air with an agility she really wouldn't have associated with a man his size and seizing her in the beginnings of a move she was all too familiar with. And before she can manage to mount a defense, she's flung head over feet onto her back on the hard concrete ground with a grunt of pain. The force of the impact was so hard it forced the helmet straps to snap, leaving her wearing only he mask and balaclava now. But that was not even the beginning of the surprises..
Despite Vyle having just waylaid her moments prior, Sonia does amange to instinctively lash out and grip Daniel's punching hand before he can completely connect with it. That doesn't stop the force of the blow from hurting her arm though. Flipping backup onto her feet after catching the attack, Sonia has to take a moment before the gravity of the situation sets in on her. Not only was she now fighting two opponents...one of them was DANIEL?? "...god damnit..." She mutters under her breath... before simply picking one of them and opting to launch an attack. She had o scatter them and get out of here as quickly as possible. Rushing forward toward Daniel as quickly as possible, she swings her right foot upward in an arc for the bottom of his jaw. "Get lost."
Oh ho....the helmet comes off. Considering the damage it helped inflict on the rudo's skull, that can only be a good thing for him. And as he rolled up to his feet, he heard a cry from nearby. The cry of his trump card.
That's right, Vyle DOES have allies, believe it or not. And his ally does a solid for him as Daniel pounces onto the agent and helps keep her to the ground, even if it's only for a second or two longer. Long enough for the Shadaloo agent to get to his feet again before her.
"North-South!" he shouts to Daniel, immediately climbing up to the mailbox the commando was near before, and vaulting off it toward her. Twisting in the air, he swings out a swift slicing kick toward the back of her now-unprotected head. Inoki he ain't, but a backbrain kick does damage no matter who does it.
COMBATSYS: Daniel blocks Sonia's Elegant Axe.
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Oh, that soldier was going to have a bad night.
One on one, both Vyle and Daniel are not too dangerous. Daniel Jack was flexible, but nothing too outrageous. And while Vyle was annoying as heck, he was more speedy than dangerous. But together, they had a certain synergy that only spelled one thing.
Trouble.
Daniel Jack hammers into the arm of the woman, hitting with speed that only the reckless could muster. But Daniel, right now, was anything but reckless. He was already recovered as he lands, snapping back into his defensive stance of Todoh-Ryuu: One hand forward, one hand back. The stance of Aikido. As she flips through the air and brings out a kick straight for his jaw, Daniel just catches it with his hands, stopping the attack cold at the cost of his own hands. Block for block. But Vyle was coming in high.
That means Daniel goes low.
"Now hold it, Private Jane, I got a few words with you!" The detective belts as he recovers. There was something nagging the sleuth, though. Her voice sounded familiar. And without the helmet on... her profile was hazy. A distant memory. Could he had seen her with the Rolento Milita? Such thoughts are meaningless as the detective dips down low. Hands lashing out, he attempting to jointly synergize with Vyle's head kick by grabbing the soldier by her knee and ankle. Should he get a grip, he will simply rise up, and let gravity take effect in sending her to the ground. And promptly, he would twist the leg, wrenching at the knee joint.
Straight into a dislocation.
COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Sonia with Light Kick.
Grazing Hit
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COMBATSYS: Sonia blocks Daniel's Mad Jack Crack.
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This situation has gotten horribly out of hand fast. How could Sonia have allowed herself to slip this much in her recon abilities? That DANIEL of all people could have been involved and she not know it! This was growing steadily more frustrating, especially as Daniel succeeds in stopping her axe kick cold and taking a solid grip on that leg. A few moments later, the paramilitary woman feels the full weight of Vyle's attack smash against the back of her skull... sending her world spinning just as she'd done to him moments prior... this gives Daniel Jack time enough to yank that leg out from under her person.
As she hits the ground, however, well before Daniel can get the more painful end of the attack off... she wrenches her leg loose from his grip with all of her strength and rolls to the side... trying to get out from under him before he has time to retaliate...
Clambering to her feet again, but remaining in squatted position she whispers into that internal mic again... "I have interference, I need an escape route." While these two were certainly both quite strong, and may very well work together well enough to overcome her... they were still on her turf. And though it might take a few minutes, she was willing to wait it out... she had enough strength in her to last a few minutes against these two at least.
Standing to her full height again, she silently takes a defensive stance and exhales softly....
COMBATSYS: Sonia gains composure.
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While it doesn't go perfectly, Vyle managed to clip the agent well enough to set her on edge, and the hold from below only added to the panic. That means they're doing their job right. Don't let up as the advantage is there, keep the pressure on and don't let her recover. It's big reason why Vyle and Daniel colluded like this. It's just basic tag team strategy, except they don't even have to tag in or out tonight.
"Oh no you don't. You're not escaping so fast," the rudo shouts, once she's back on her feet. With that helmet gone, that meant it was easier to go for the head. And what better way to try and restrain someone and go for their head than the ever classic sleeper hold? "Get ready to tee off!" he shouts toward Daniel before lunging in, shooting in low and to the side of the paramilitary, before trying to leap up and catch hold of her head with that classic blood choke.
COMBATSYS: Sonia parries Vyle's Choke Hold!
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And she was agile too.
"Nimble little dame, aren't you!" The detective belts out as she slips out of his grip. She was capable on defense as much as offense. But there was something too familiar about her, grinding away at Danny's mind. Every word she says brings him closer and closer to the truth. He could kiss the truth. And why did he want to kiss it so bad. He kept thinking of the watch theft, so far away, and yet so close. The detective suddenly realized what he needed to do. Vyle could dress her down.
The detective rushes in with a palm strike of the left, and a hand chop of the right. His most vanilla of openning strikes, able to chain into any sort of follow through. As Vyle goes for the choke, though, the detective goes for something much more.. awkward. He could remove the mask. He could remove the head covering. But there was one thing as the detective attempts to grab the woman, with or without Vyle around her neck, that he was after. He would grab her by the waistband as he slammed her to the ground.
To check if she was wearing underpants.
COMBATSYS: Sonia dodges Daniel's Gang Buster.
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It was an eternity to Sonia before things finally started kicking off again. The gears in her head were spinning so fast the belts might bust loose. WHY was Daniel aiding Vyle? Daniel was an idiot in some ways but he never seemed the type to help someone so... Vyle. Was Vyle manipulating him, or was there more to aniel Jack than she knew.
Her thinking is suddenly shut conmpletely off as Daniel rushes in toward her swinging wildly. The palm strike gets deftly re-directed, and the hand chop gets deflected albeit somewhat painfully. As Vyle rushes in, with his hand grasping for her head, Sonia immediately moves to deflect the arm from away from her face with a strong backhand. That's the problem with practically shouting out your attacks in advance as if your opponent were either deaf or couldn't mount a defensive effort. Because sometimes they /can/. "Trying to inform the neighborhood of our battle...?" She quips, her voice tainted with contempt. She was grateful though, his stupidity would help her soon-to-be rescuers find her. Once they did, she had zero intention of sticking around to see what kind of beating these two received. But even as she's certain she's managed to avoid almost all of their attacks, Daniel goes the waistband of BDUs and tries to yank them down forcefully. Belt and all.
Unfortunately for Daniel, whatever perverse tactic this is gets almost immediately shutdown... her hand going down to snatch the BDUs out of his hands juuuuusst as they start to approach her panty region.... giving him the barest flashes of smooth, tanned, skin. If it's underwear he were looking for, he hadn't found any. He did find an elbow, however. "What are you trying to pull??" She shouts, angrily, swinging a hard right elbow directly for his exposed temple.
COMBATSYS: Daniel interrupts Strong Punch EX from Sonia with Jumping Jack Flash.
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...well, that's certainly something Vyle wasn't expecting from Daniel. After all, sexual assault wasn't exactly the plan either. So...he has no idea what his partner in crime, so to speak, was even thinking. Either way, he finds his choke deflected away before he can hook in the sleeper, sending the rudo reeling back. "I dunno, maybe they'd like to see a good fight, huh?!" Seems like Vyle is definitely in spectacle mode, different than his usual 'work' demeanor, at least the one the agent saw in their previous encounter.
"Hey, what's up man, I wasn't expecting you to try to strip her literally," he asks Daniel with legit confusion, the rudo scrambling back for now to look for an opening to exploit. While they were coordinating alright, having to call audibles WAS making it easy to counter them. Maybe he needs to find an opening personally....
COMBATSYS: Vyle focuses on his next action.
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The pieces were falling together.
Daniel was not intentionally sexually harrassing Sonia for sick thrills. On the contary, he got a glimpse of exactly what he wanted to see. Brow furrowed, he listens to her words, hearing the meaning behind them. When she lashes back with an elbow, the sleuth swiftly recenters, arms crossed.
And Daniel's frame grows indistinct
Body tightening, Danny's whole frame is unyielding as the elbow comes. Taking the hit clean, he hardly even recoils as his endless chain of strikes rolls forward. Lashing his arms out, the detective seizes Sonia by the mask. Eyes burning, temple throbbing, he finally speaks.
"I know you."
Daniel pivots, shifting his center under the woman as he steps in. "I just can't remember where. You think we more scared of gangbanging locals more than you? You are in Abobo's turf, not your leader's!" After all, if she was part of the gangs... Daniel didn't even follow that thought. Gripping the mask tight still, he continues the swing, infusing the woman orange energy. "Okay, witch, no more secrets. Reveal yourself, you freakin' dame!" And finally, Daniel spikes her down hard into the mailbox with a rise of energy, trying to rip the mask in the process.
"Kasane Ate!"
Between the two of them, they were definitely proving to be much more trouble than Sonia had bargained for. As Vyle closes the distance between the two of them again, but doesn't press the attack, Sonia's focus shifts from Daniel to Vyle momentaraily... giving Daniel the opportunity to block her elbow strike wholesale with his arms... and grab her by that gas mask. ... This gets her attention again.
But before she can do anything except stare wide-eyed at Daniel Jack's skillful maneuvering... the straps that bind the gas mask to her skull snap audibly from the strength of Daniels arm's and the alien-looking ebony mask is ripped from her face in one quick, efficient, jerking motion. The face that Daniel Jack would soon find staring back at him would be a familiar one indeed... if he ever bothered to actually /look/ at her face anyway.
%Her violet eyes narrow dangerously as the mask comes off.. her tanned, delicate-looking features, framed by signature jagged violet shag is exposed... and the russian-american woman snarls... "...You will have to die for that." Risking her identity, and by extension, the Cult's was not something she'd planned for. She absolutely abhorred ahving her plans ruined and it seemed to be happening more and more these days. She takes several cautious, heavy booted, steps away from Daniel Jack again...
It's at this junction that a pair of burly looking comes dashing out of a nearby alley to stand behind Sonia with vicious grins. One of them's swinging a rather nasty chain... "Hey! You lot ain't havin' a party on our turf without us, are yas?" Both thugs chortle, taking several agressive steps... seemingly toward Sonia... prompting her to look back over her shoulder silently. "..."
COMBATSYS: Sonia takes no action.
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Looks like having Daniel back him up and vice versa is definitely showing dividents. Smirking as the detective is able to bring the agent fully over and slam her down hard enough to loosen that mask, the rudo can't help but smirk. Even if he doesn't recognize the woman that is behind that mask, knowing her face will definitely be worth it in the long run.
"Well, I'll say one thing, big boss has good taste far as looks," Vyle sneers, still in that readied stance in case Sonia decides to snap out for that insult. "But I guess you can really only do so much, can't you..." he adds...only for his advance to be stopped by a pair of local thugs apparently stepping out from the alley to join in. Well...he WAS looking for attention....
"Sorry, jabronis, private party, dress code, might wanna leave your chains andtake your leathers back to mama's house for her to stitch up 'cuz you're both looking a little ratty," he rattles off as he remains down low in that serpentine stance, not seeming to care for verbal restraint. Hey, just a few more schmoes to beat down and make the message he was trying to send that much louder.
COMBATSYS: Vyle takes no action.
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Revelations.
Daniel Jack's expression cracks, the detective's gaze suddenly wearing the sudden surge of realization. Jaw slack and eyes wide, he stumbles back. "The woman with the stolen watch..." The detective begins. All those months ago. Chasing the Black Dragon Gang, leading him around and around to right here. All because this woman paid him 500 dollars to find her grandfathers stolen watch.
And then it clicks.
"They are not watch thieves. You have been USING ME!" Was the shout as Daniel storms towards Sonia, his whole presence erupting with intense anger. As the pair of thugs arrive, Daniel was already surging to a hot-blooded frenzy. Idly sweeping a hand over, he tears the damaged po box right from the concrete. Pivoting with righteous anger, he pegs it straight for the chain-wielding thug. "You heard ugly here, get the FUCK OUT my sight you cock-gargling asswipes!" His glower was fixed on Sonia, redoubled in intensity. "YOU!"
You aren't going anywhere until you explain what the HELL is going on."
COMBATSYS: Bean blocks Daniel's Large Thrown Object.
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The two thugs look at each other silently as Vyle basically tells them to fuck off, the one on the left swinging that chain stops momentarily... catching it in his grip. Both of them grin a bit wider, looking back at the gaudily dressed rudo with more than a bit of derision in their eyes. The right most thug takes the initiative, "Oh, was this a clown party? I'm sorry..." Both men laugh as though it were the best joke in the world... "...we'll just clear out of here then. ... Right after we take care of you." Having said that both of the burly-looking, leather clad, men enter the fray at a relaxed pace... conspicuously ignoring the violet maned commando and going straight for Daniel and Vyle. "Hey lady... you stay right there. Once we're done with these clowns, maybe we can show you a good time... hehehe..." The taller, right-most man adds without even looking in Sonia's direction.
As Daniel takes the initiative again, grabbing a nearby mailbox and uprooting it from the cement by force in righteous rage... the chain-wielding punk snarks... giving Daniel a look of tremendous amusement... "Ohhh someone's pissed, eh?? What? The dame back there screw around on you or something..?" He clearly hadn't heard a word Daniel said... "I can't blame her man, I've seen some ugly mugs in my time but..." He gets cut off suddenly as the mailbox comes hurtling inward... his thick, mountainous, arms reaaching out try and catch it before it hits. And catch it he does... but only manages to slow its momentum enough to prevent it from bowling him over. "Ooof..." The mailbox is then discarded to the ground with a loud CLANG... the fat cueball of man glaring at Daniel now. "Okay... I figured out who I'm gonna break first!" Rushing toward Daniel at all speed, he leans in toward Daniel... shoulder forward... intent on trying to slam Daniel back against the nearest brick wall. "Let's play, asshole."
Meanwhile, the taller, more muscular thug with long black hair tied back in a ponytail cracks his knuckles whilst staring down Vyle... "Unlike him, I don't like to chatter /too/ much... so if yas doesn't mind..." He then stomps toward Vyle.... drawing back his right fist for a plain and simple punch "I'm just gonna kick your ass."
Sonia, meanwhile, is watching the pair engage Danieel and Vyle in thoughtful silence. Now would probably be a damn good time to run, she thinks... but given thaat Daniel is still within chasing distance perhaps she should help out her thugs a bit first. Given that they'd probably not last long against these two on their own.
Motioning with her hand, fingers sprea wide, toward the back of the street where Vyle had managed to slam her into the concrete earlier... Sonia stands there for a moment.. unmoving... until the ilitary knife she'dd los earlier in the fight suddenly comes flyying toward her inexplicably... animated by an unseen force. Catching the knife in her clutch, so then immediateely flings it again... straight toward Daniel
COMBATSYS: Vyle counters Power Strike from Jawrence with Antidote.
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Vyle just tilts his head at the thugs as they try and tell him off. "Yeah, name's Boinkho the Clown, that's what I was doing with your mom last night if you were wondering: Boinkin' a ho," he quickly snaps back, grinning without much fear of the mooks...he was prepared for bluster from guys like these and he wasn't exactly slow of wit or tongue.
What he wasn't prepared for was Daniel suddenly going off like he does. "Whoa...the hell man? What's gotten into you..." he asks, never quite seeing Daniel this...well, pissed. Obviously, he knows who this chick is...and sadly he was a little busy greeting their new party guests to hear HOW he knew her. That distraction might have proven deadly, as 'Jawrence' ends up leveling a mighty right hand toward his jaw....
Too bad for the local thug that Vyle is quick of feet as well as wit, ducking his head under the swing and wrapping one arm across the big brute's face. "Bad Monkey. Papa spank!" he says with an almost manic grin, before grabbing the side of the mook's pants with his other hand, lifting...then dropping down to a sitting position? The result? Poor Jawrence ends up feeling the beginning of his name meet the end of Vyle's arm, colliding with his shoulder while his tailbone meets hard street.
COMBATSYS: Sonia successfully hits Daniel with Snake Hold.
- Power hit! -
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COMBATSYS: Bean successfully hits Daniel with Power Strike.
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Oh, Daniel had been angry before.
Under that hardboiled exterior was a fiery passion, kept in check by stoic sleuthdom. Belittling the detective, betraying Todoh-Ryuu, and doing BOTH at the same time was a great way to turn the detective into a full-on fire-up. And tearing apart the surrounding street? Right up his alleyway when it came for the detective to rampage on full Todoh-Ryuu meltdown.
Unfortunately, there was a cost at hot-blooded offense.
Hurling into the fray, Daniel's center is gone. Off-balanced, off-centered, and unaware, he counters Bean's own advance by rushing in. He would have taken the brute's momentum against him, shifting the advancing past him. Letting him crash into the wall. In position, Daniel would follow up. The problem is that Sonia take advantage of his inattention. A knife is flicked out, and Daniel technically catches it. He acquires the knife on his body. Some people would catch with their hand.
Daniel Jack catches with his CHEST.
Slipping right between his ribs, the detective stops cold just long enough for Bean to come roaring in. Smashed into the wall, the one-two combo getting a trickle of blood from Daniel's mouth. Fortunately, Daniel wasn't nicked in the heart. Unfortunately, his was learning that pneumonia applies to ANY fluid; blood included. Glancing down weakly at the knife in his chest, his mind flashes. A knife-throwing assassin.
Just like the person that killed his first lead.
The puzzle was almost complete; the corners already found. Resurging a second time, the detective grips the brute tightly. "Get the FUCK out of my face! YOU! YOU!" He screams at Sonia, eyes manicial with rage. "You killed him didn't you? You are BLACK DRAGON?!" Knife still buried in his chest, he passes a glance towards Vyle. Moving back into his center, he begins to drop down. Lowering, he tries to force Bean's center over him, giving Daniel his pivot. Trying to dig deep into Bean, he will simply sweep him around, and slam him harshly on his face, right at his own feet.
Before surging back after Sonia.
COMBATSYS: Bean blocks Daniel's Crushing Throw.
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Vyle ducking beneath the taller thugs swing evokes a growl from the man. "'ey...!" But before he has time to finish his sentence, the gaudily dressed rudo has him in a dangerous hold he cannot escape from... his jaw getting SMASHED painfully agaist Vyle's thick arms and his ass hitting street pavement. HARD. Getting to his feet and shuffling away from the rudo as quickly as humanly possible, his face contorts into an angry mask and he counters Vyle's comments about his mother immediately with a furious kick from his right side... aiming for Vyle's ribcage. "Shut your mouth, clown!"
As the bulk of Bean's body weight collides with Daniel's smashing him backward into that brick wall, he grins arrogantly... taking a moment to gloat at what appears to be a stunned expression on Daniel... "Hehehe.... surprised you did I? That's why you should never open your - ..." Ten he notices the knife embedded in Daniel's ribcage.. the wound oozing crimson fluid... and he turns blue in the face. Loosing his cool momentarily, he spins around and casts a startled expression at the female comando... stammering... "H-Hey! That... the could have hit me!" Clearly, he doesn't have more than an inkling about this woman's precision. Whilst the man is distracted, the first part of Daniel's maneuver does in fact connect... te cueball's heft being lifted off of the ground. "H-hey! I'm talking to the DAME!" He gets out, as Daniel hoists him upwards, Bean bringing down an elbow toward Daniel's skull in an attempt to stop the attack cold. Regardless of whether this hits or not, however, he does manage to wrench himself free from Danie's clutches... rolling off to the side and onto his feet again.
"..." Well, not only was her cover blown but she'd apparently been sent the most incompetent of the lot of thugs at the Cult's disposal. Why couldn't they have sent cultists? Regardless of their incompetence, and regardless of her surprise at the fact that she'd somehow narrowly missed collapsing Daniel's lung... the russian does offer him a short reply... "I don't know who this Black Dagon is... but they sounds like they were a person after my own heart." She laughs, just a bit, standing to her full height... "...I'm sorry. I've killed a lot of people. You don't really expect me to remember them all do you?" Even though she's humoring Daniel for the moment, her mind is still very much on getting the hell out of here soon. And the moment Daniel stops looking her way even for a moment... she'll be gone.
COMBATSYS: Sonia takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Vyle parries Jawrence's Strong Kick!
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The rudo is quick to get up after that crashing counter jawbreaker, smirking as he rolls himself back to his feet. While the thug is quick to his feet as well, he's just a bit slower and further away, giving Vyle all the time in the world he wants it seems. "I'd say it's not so funny now, but really, I'm laughing my ass off!" he sneers, making sure to be as ugly about it as he can to get on the thug's nerves as much as possible.
It pays dividends too, judging by the way he's able to catch the brute kick aimed toward his side, turning the kick aside before it can do any damage and wheeling off to his own right, away from the shot. "But Boinkho wants to play more! Here, let me blow some bubbles for ya!" he insists. And blow he does...though what comes out of the rudo's mouth toward the thug isn't bubbles...oh no....it's something far more misty, far more noxious, and far more nasty than any bubble solution could be.
Hit or miss, though, Vyle will find himself distracted the other going's on soon after. "Oh shit..." He scowls. Trump card down. And...wow. Daniel's seriously pissed. And what's this about a Black Dragon?
COMBATSYS: Bean successfully hits Daniel with Medium Strike.
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COMBATSYS: Vyle successfully hits Jawrence with Venom Breath EX.
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She was slipping away.
Every resurgence of energy from the detective was stomped back in line by Bean. Even his aikido-style Todoh-Ryuu throws were not breaking the thug. He was hot-headed now, dead focus on this strange woman. The elbow slamming against his skull, the detective simply was not able to break from the clinch cleanly. As long as Bean was in his circle, he would end up getting smashed into the pavement. He could not risk that, risking himself to be KO'd in this territory, to risk Vyle getting double, or even triple teamed. REgaining his center, he shakes his head at Sonia. "I will you, and your secrets!"
And finally, his gaze breaks from her.
Focusing on the big man that was grabbing him, Daniel Jack's glower was becoming fierce. "You want a piece of me, sunshine?" The detective bellows. As his opponent may still find his footing, the detective surges in with dangerous speed and aggression. Stepping forward, he will begin the combination with a simple, smooth grab and pivot. To grab him by the hip and shoulder, and slam him to the wall face first. Should he successfully make that pivot, he will not release his opponent. Repositioning beside him, he will keep his grip on the hip, and move the hand from the shoulder to the forearm. Moving behind him, he will unleash a single, strong motion to send him face down to the ground. There, he will pull up Bean's arm, repositioning the hand on the shoulder to his opponents neck.
Hopefully, into a KO.
COMBATSYS: Bean dodges Daniel's Brutal Throw Chain.
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As his leg is caught, and deflected handily, by Vyle the ponytailed brute snarl deepens... clearly Vyle's psychological barbs were getting to him rather quickly. "God damn it..." Royally pissed by now, the thug picks up the tremendously heavy steel PO Box Daniel had hurled toward his partner earlier and lifts it over his head, intending to either throw it at Vyle or bring it down hard on his crown. "Eat this, you piece of shi-.." ...and before he can finish his sentence, he suddenly finds himself inhaling noxious fumes... and having a major coughing fit as the venomous mist makes its way into his lungs... the poison starting to take effect almost imediately. Staggering back a step or two, still clutching that steel contraption over his head... "God damn it..." ... and then he picks up again, the rage he was feeling before suddenly intensified... giving an adrenaline rush that allows him to muster enough strength to hurl that heavy metal contrivance right for Vyle! "GOOOD DAMN IT!!"
As for Daniel and the volumnous thug who had him pinned to a corner... seemingly keeping Daniel under foot far better than his companion was doing with Vyle... well, it was a bit of bad luck for Daniel. Evidently. The first portion of Daniel grab, whereupon his thrusts Bean face first into the brick wall, succeeds... but it's all down hill from that point. "Ungh... Hey...!" The fat man shouts, angrily, wrenching his arm from Daniel mid-chain... pushing himself off the wall as he does so... "You're really pushin' it tonight hotshot... hows 'bout I just put down you right here?" With Daniel practically one foot in the grave already, oozing out that crimson fluid onto the concrete ground... it might not be so hard. "Come here...!" The fatman's right arm lashes out, aiming to try and get a grip on the knife embedded in Daniel's ribcage. If he succeeds, he'll likely yank it out and throw it to the ground. But that's onlly the beginning... he then lashes out at Daniel with both arms, intending to grab onto the nearest article of clothing and hoist him UP into the air.... giving Daniel a hard headbutt and then throwing him to the ground. After which, he'd take his time menacing toward Daniel with a dangerous swagger...
The female assassin standing off in the distance, sees her opportunity to flee. "...It's been fun, Daniel Jack. But it looks like this might be the end of you..." She says, quietly, to herself... turning her back on the whole business literally. There'dbe more time for Vyle... later... and whether Daniel dies here or not... perrhaps he'd think twice before sticking his nose in Johann's business again. Not that the poor sod had any idea really, anyway. ... And she darts down the street almost immediately, heading for the nearest alley to disappear down that she can find.
COMBATSYS: Sonia has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Jawrence successfully hits Vyle with Large Thrown Object.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Jawrence 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Bean
A self satisfied smirk comes over Vyle's face as he manages to get 'Jawrence' straight in the face with his mist....but it's still not enough to keep him from being distracted by Daniel's current plight. "Geez, man....can't you handle things on your end?" he mutters....the distraction, this time, proves costly. He turns back toward his thug to finish the deal, only to get the mail box straight to the head, bowling him over and sending him sprawling away. "NGhhhhhhh...."
His head ringing for the second time this evening, he pulls himself back up to his feet, wincing and glowering at the ponytailed thug. "You just signed your death certificate, chico. I'm going to clown all over your stupid ass starting now," he sneers, before trying to grab 'Jawrence' by the head in what seems like a headlock. He doesn't stay settled with it if he can manage it, oh no. He tries to turn with it, hoping he can gain enough liftoff to fling the poor sap in Daniel's direction, toward the chain-bearing thug he was having trouble with. "HEADS UP, DICK!" he would shout, if he can manage the fling first thing.
COMBATSYS: Daniel dodges Bean's Desperate Grapple.
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Jawrence 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Bean
And through all that, she is gone.
The detective's slam does not get a follow through, the brute too big, too steady. Daniel really was fighting upstream. Glancing away, he sees that there is no girl. But he learned the secrets. Sonia and Amy. Two strangers, interconnected in a deeper and deeper abyss. Sonia didn't think he might live through the fight.
But this night wouldn't end here, not now.
As the brute lashes out to draw out the knife, Daniel Jack lets him have it. With both of his hands out, he shoves the brute away, knocking away his grabbing hands as he steps backwards. Against that swagger, he continues to keep his defense up. Vyle calls out, the detective shooting a glance. And then, he realizes. He understands. Eyes burning, he raises an arm up. But to the horror of thousands of mortals, he does the unthinkable.
He raises his other arm.
Two arms up, the detective prepares not one, but TWO hand chops. Focusing to the maximium of his ability, the detective was building to a chop upon the head of not only Bean, but the potentially hurled Jawerence. Should both get struck by the chi-laced hand chops, they may experience a force that could tear apart battleships, rip asunder whole moose, and discover the Higgs-Boson only to split in twain. Not just one World's Greatest Hand Chop.
But two at once.
COMBATSYS: Vyle and Daniel successfully hit Jawrence with Jack and Croaked.
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COMBATSYS: Vyle and Daniel successfully hit Bean with Jack and Croaked.
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No sooner does the ponytailed thug, his bloodstream laced with the noxious toxins, manage to bitchslap Vyle with that mailbox... and Vyle... though stunned... is right back on top of him. In his crippled state of weariness, he just cannot manage to muster the reaction time to mount a defense. And so, 'Jawrence' bulk is heaved into the air by Vyle's potent arms and swung around... and around... the whole world spinning faster than he can see... and he feels like he's going to puke... "HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY....! Put me - ...." before he can finish shouting, however, he begins to feel his stomach turn... and he's flung toward an unsuspecting Bean at high velocity shortly thereafter..
The bulkier thug, meanwhile, hears the screaming going on at the opposite side of the street but he's not paying an attention... he's far too caught up in trying to wrangle the struggle todoh practicioner. Those massive hands of his do not find purchase, either on the knife, or on Daniel as he retaliates quickly with all of the energy a dead man should not have. Before he can muster any sort of verbal or physical reply, Daniel is already charging him... striking hands powered by potent chi... and the large thug backpedals in an attempt to escape... his partner colliding with HARD from the side... projectile vomiting as hee does so... and finally Daniel's strikes hit home too... sending the pair of thugs to the ground. One is unconscious, or possibly dead... the other is hurting like a BITCH and suddenly finds himself ccompletely lacking for confidence.
Dazed... but with enough strength left to stand... he does the only thing any sane person would do in this situation. "HEEEEY, WAIT...!" He darts away in the direction the female assassin had run in, at all speed, leaving his friend behind and hoping to follow Sonia to transportation... or at least the fuck out of dodge pronto... this leaves Daniel and Vyle alone now in these empty Outer Sunshine backstreets with a half-dead thug... perhaps to wonder about the myriad revelations made tonight... or perhaps... to try and get to a hospital.
COMBATSYS: Jawrence has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Bean has left the fight here.
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And that seems to be that.
Well, at least for the fight. That should at least give Vyle some cred within these grounds. "Yeah...that's right! Run like the little bitches you are! You think you run these streets, you can't even run a lemonade stand, jabronies!!" he shouts to the retreating thugs, putting on a boastful face....only to drop it soon as they're out of eye's view, nursing his aching head. "****...I'm gonna need advil..." he groans. The significant head trauma from both the Russian woman's headbutt and that mail box are going to linger for a while.
Still dazed himself, he peers over toward his 'partner', slowly making his way over. After all...a dead asset is an asset that can't be used again. "Yo. You ok over there? Not bleeding out, are you?"
"We need to go after them.
Daniel Jack's response as the chaos of his double hand chops of legendary strength is curt, quick, and potent. He was furious. He was hot. And he had his ally at his back. "Listen, Vyle, how are you holding up? We need to chase after them." The detective's grey sleuth suit was soaked with blood, the detective struggling to stand. But he had to chase after them.
The root of the whole mystery was on that trail.
"Vyle, listen. That woman was the woman who paid me to look for the stolen watch, the watch I thought was stolen by the Black Dragons. And you saw her assassination skills with the thrown knives? That is the same way that thug was killed. Either she is working against the Black Dragons, which means she is a potential ally, or she is with the Black Dragons, which means..." The detective grabs his forehead, stumbling back into the wall. The blood loss was finally catching up to him. Looking stunned, he just shakes his head weakly.
"... I don't know what it means."
"Concussion at worst? Otherwise nothing a few advil won't fix later," Vyle insists, as far as his condition. He definitely seems...curious as to just what got Daniel's dander up. And then the jig is laid out. "So she's the chick who sent you out on a wild goose chase, huh?" he says, trying to put it all together. "I don't know what these Black Dragons are, but sounds like you got played hard by someone using you to get the scent off them.
A hand claps onto the detective's shoulder. "You got Red Herringed. And from the looks of it, you got only two places you're probably going tonight, buddy boy. Hospital or morgue. Might wanna make that choice now, since I'm not about to drag your KO'd ass all the way to General on my back."
The scowl on Vyle's face is genuine. His concern is...less than sincere. But knowing hints that the connections are running deep and wide with whatever this 'Black Dragon' gang is gives Vyle some very important information. Just...how to exploit it.
How to exploit it indeed.
Daniel Jack just shakes his head. "It can't be that I was played. It has to be MORE. Why was I lead off the scent? Why put me on the scent? I have been following a trail that I was put on. I mean, why let me know about the Black Dragons? NOthing makes sense. Just nothing...."
And to that, Daniel Jack lurches off the wall, towards Vyle.
"Can you at least give me a shoulder, Vyle? We did good. At the very least, I learned something very important. That the last few months were a waste of my time." The detective swallows painfully. He wasn't going to die here. But a thought crosses his mind. "... "$500. Would you believe that is what I was being paid? $500." The detective chuckles a bit.
"Wanna know how much I got from the NDP?"
The rudo doesn't exactly offer it...but hey, if Daniel's going to lean, he may as well. Not about to backstab the poor sucker out of the blue now. Still need to wring a little bit more blood about of this stone, dont' you know. "$500? Seriously? And you ended up traveling around god knows how far for watch thieves?" Vyle just shakes his head. Man...he really was naive, wasn't he?
"A good bit more than five hundred bucks, I imagine," he answers, knowing how well NDP wins paid out. "So, question is, what're you going to do about it, huh? Going to just let them play you like a putz?"
Daniel Jack shakes his head.
"Well, not a whole lot changes, except that damn broad is going to be spitting teeth next time I catch her. I attacked the Ikari over those watch leads!" The detective growls bitterly. "But now I am worried. The missing people might be a dead lead, except..." The detective pauses. There was a plausable situation, but a frightening one. Much more than Rolento muscling in.
"Vyle..." The detective begins. "... Why would a gang try and form a standing army?" The detective gets a thousand mile stare. "... Unless they were setting their sights on something much bigger than Sunshine City... Vyle!" The detective exclaims, gripping his ally. "I think I figured it out! This isn't about edging in gang territory. This is about making...."
"... A new villainous syndicate, like Shadaloo!"
The rudo just....kind of stares at Daniel. That pitying sort of stare that seems to say 'It took you that long?'
"You really think an army would bother just stopping at a city? Hell, even that Rolento guy tried to take over a city as a base, not an end, right?" the rudo insists, grabbing Daniel by the sleeve of his suit. If he's not going to get moving, he'll just need to give the detective a push in the right direction. "So we got an army starting up for some reason Again, question is what do you do about it?"
After all, Vyle doesn't want another competitor to rise up and shove Shadaloo out of the picture before they can rebuild.
Daniel Jack just stares at Vyle bleakly.
"What can I do about it? Fight an army? I'd need an army. An army of..." The detective trails off. "... An army of schoolgirls, yes, yes!" The detective seems to perk up. "I know exactly what I will need to do. I just need to get some connections. Yeah, yeah. I'll break this gang by the foundations! I will shatter it at the roots! And after I snap it in half, I will... I will...."
And Daniel Jack goes limp again.
"Lets... Lets just get me to a hospital bed."
COMBATSYS: Daniel has left the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Vyle has ended the fight here.
Log created on 21:43:13 07/03/2012 by Daniel, and last modified on 19:26:42 07/05/2012.