Description: An explosive battle between Justice and Evil! The peculiar Aztech high priest who was brought in proves to be every bit as mysterious as the rumors claimed. But May Lee's intensity was far from not making an impact on him, even if in the end, he prevailed... for NOW.
Compared to the inaugrational battle in the refurbished stadium of the last G-KING League Fight, the ticket sales are actually very high. There is not an excessively high amount of seats there, especially compared to the nearby Howard Arena, making it filled to the brim. It wasn't expensive to come see, especially given the lavish accomodations of multiple view screens for the back row, protective armor glass, and even the massive central array dangling from the domed ceiling with supersized televisions and scrolling words beneath. MayLee would be allowed her own dressing room as Feng did, with a wall-length mirror, a bench, and various accrutriments to her exacting specifications. A rather nice lady from Smith Global Media would try to apply makeup and such to make sure she will look good for the camera.
Then she is instructed to head down the long hallway to the central arena once more; much like many a boxer has, the sound of the murmuring crowd can be heard. MayLee is hardly an unpopular fighter, despite being more average in the field of global competition. Many of those packed today are her own personal fans, with the rest being curious to see in person what was promised to be an amazing bout.
MayLee would hear herself being announced on the speakers, ringing through the entire G-KING Stadium. Her heroic ventures, how she is a rising star that can go beyond the heavens, and the indomitable might of Taekwondo in her adaptive hands!!
This time, the sand-filled stage has many large, pointy rocks, ranging from one foot to easily ten feet high, situated around to be most visibly interesting without unduly obstructing the audiences' line of sight. A few action reel of MayLee's greatest moments in recorded fighting follow, and she'd hear the loud cheering of her fans, mimiced in a sort of amiable fashion by those who didn't come specifically to see here.
But nobody else is here.
After a long enough pause to get the crowd murmuring, "Ah... We apologize! It seems Mr. Mahuizoh vanished from his locker room... we'll have him out shortly!!"
Shortly is now thirty seconds.
May Lee hasn't had many great moments in fighting, but it is nice to hear them recounted. She hadn't asked for very much, and she hadn't resisted the makeup, either. The young woman is happy to be here, really! She'd largely dropped off the face of the earth following Vega's defeat. Turning to the United States and the strangeness of travel in foreign lands, she hasn't been involved in much tournament fighting... but, she had obtained some fame during those chaotic weeks of battle. She'd protected the borders of South Korea, and, legend had it, even knocked down the mighty Vega himself! Even if she didn't manage to find him in the final battle... she lived to tell the tale!
But when she'd heard about the mysterious death, she'd taken it on herself to come and investigate these fights. She'd never heard of Mahuizoh, but what she'd been able to find out - that is, what the G-KING people had been sharing - made him sound an awful lot more menacing than the first round guy. Maybe she should have, uh, actually... signed up... another week?
But the path of JUSTICE is not an easy road to walk, and she is determined to get to the bottom of this! Chun-Li had placed her faith in her, and she knows that Kim wouldn't let any strange and mysterious goings-on go... on, if he could possibly stop them going on!
One oddity is that May Lee is not wearing her trademark scarf. Instead, she's brought a small green froggy-backpack with her, which, when she gets to the arena proper, she unslings from her back and sets at her feet. As the time ticks on, she starts to get a little concerned. Looking from the left, to the right, she frowns slightly.
"Oh man." She says, sighing and closing her eyes. "I /never/ get to make a dramatic entrance. This guy is going to pull it off and look totally awesome, I can just tell."
Suddenly, the air is flush with a peculiar heat, and the distinct sense of a powerful chi. May Lee might get the vaguest sense of movement, before suddenly there crouches a man almost within arm's reach; bare feet settled on the jagged end of a rock, Mahuizoh leaning forward. Skin is the deep tan of a Mexican origin. He smells overpoweringly strange... a mixture of overpowering exotic medicine and the sharp copper of fresh blood, mixed with a scent of burnt hair and fles. He is truly a man who is unsettling to look at. Despite not being particularly big, he wears a brightly colored tunic, woven with various designs and additions. It falls like somewhere between a robe and skirt across his legs, and a whirling cloak with black raven feathers on the shoulders hangs behind. The top of his outfit is loosely open, showing a sunken chest with countless scars that seem cut with a blade.
But it is crimson eyes that May Lee might notice most in this proximity. Nothing of his face can be seen, covered in a wooden mask painted to look like some sort of devilish cross between bird and oni. Black hair is wept back, with a large headdress of exotic feathers settled atop.
Were that all there was to him, it might be nothing special. But his right arm looks charred and blackened as if in a great fire, to a level it shouldn't even be functional. Flakes of black skin rain down, and blackened muscle peek through cracks. His left seems recently dipped in fresh blood, covered up to the bicep with a bright, fresh sheen. Now and then it drips... but neither flake nor blood actually touches anything, vanishing the instant it might be expected to splatter or settle.
"OH." he states, his voice intense, smell of fresh fruit. "So you are my opponent, yes...?!"
Two things are immediately clear. A vile, sickening evil is coming off this man, the likes of which could only be compared to Lord Vega himself. And two... he is incredibly powerful. An almost suffocating presence of a great master, someone who might be capable of standing at the top of the world and arrogantly claim only peers.
Which makes it all the more bizarre exactly where he came from!
COMBATSYS: Mahuizoh has started a fight here as a boss!
MAHUIZOH
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May Lee had predicted it - when it comes to the dramatic narrative, she knows it as well as anyone - but she isn't totally prepared for it.
It isn't the man's physical appearance which hits her; it is his presence. She'd come face to face with Vega twice, and both times just being in his presence had made her feel sick, and weak. She'd wanted to beg and cry and grovel and /please not die/. But she had dug deep, and she'd found it in herself to keep on fighting.
This is, theoretically, a safe place. But every instinct she has tells her that he is going to kill her. It is as though the world itself is crushing her, grinding her down. For a moment, she steps backwards. Sweat beads on her brow, and she can't... breathe! And then her foot hooks into the strap of her frog. With one smooth motion, she kicks it up.
When the bag spills open, it is a ribbon of charred and tattered red cloth which flies free. The delicate strip of simple cloth is not pristine. It wears its battle scars proudly. Torn and marked with the stains of war. The blood of heroes has soaked into this cloth; from the generation before hers, and from her own as well. This is the garment she had worn as a symbol when she faced down Shadaloo's most heinous plot. This is what had given her the strength to persevere when hit with the force of a literal nuclear weapon.
This is The Scarf.
One gloved hand catches the strip, and it is flung around her neck, the motion smooth and carrying her in a spiral, which ends with one finger pointing straight at Mahuizoh, and both tails of the damaged fabric fluttering dramatically behind her. In spite of her fear, she smiles! And the light glints from her goggles and one shining corner of her mouth.
"I am the Champion of Justice, May Lee!"
"And no matter where you've come from, in the name of Justice, I will VANQUISH YOU!"
COMBATSYS: MayLee has joined the fight here.
MAHUIZOH
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COMBATSYS: MayLee dons a flowing scarf full of JUSTICE!
MAHUIZOH
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COMBATSYS: MayLee equips her scarf for +10 Justice!
MAHUIZOH
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"Ohh?" Mahuizoh looks genuinely intrigued when May Lee manages to rebound from her apprehensions with such open confidence. The scarf whirling around her seems almost entrancing, and then when she makes that declaration... the older man laughs. But it is not the laugh she might expect, of some great villain looking down on her. It is rather friendly. It would take May Lee some time to sort it out... but although his presence is evil and suffocating, she doesn't feel that crushing violence. He does not, it seems, be particularly after ripping her head off, at least in personal intent.
"Interesting, girl...!! You are the first sacrifice to face me, realize who I am, and not fall groveling to my feet!! /I LIKE IT./" The last sounds somewhat unnerving, as he then shifts a hand backwards. Before what he pulls out is a large, green pear; held within his blackened fingers. He takes a slow, heavy bite from it, the bottom hinge of his mask accomodating the task easily. Then he extends it out for May Lee, as if it were some ceremony. Or maybe he's just being nice and sharing.
"Are you in a rush to fight, little sacrifice? I suppose that is what we are here for... but it has been so long since I breathed true air. Felt the blood pulsing within my veins. The beat of my heart!!"
COMBATSYS: Mahuizoh lets out a large yawn, slouching.
MAHUIZOH
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May Lee is... a little befuddled by the reaction. Normally, declaring that you are going to Vanquish someone, has more of an immediate effect. People don't tend to want to be vanquished! But the jovial laughter is completely at odds with his words. She's no sacrifice!
Her hand does fall down, and she looks more confused than anything else. She doesn't step forward to take a bite of the pear (you should never take food from evil men in masks, that is hero rule number 14), but she doesn't step backwards or lunge onto the offensive, either.
"Actually..." She says, and her hand comes up behind her head, scratching at her hair as she laughs herself, more of a nervous one than genuine amusement. "I haven't got a clue who you are! And I've got no intention of being a sacrifice! I'm here to figure out what evil plot is going on behind this mysterious tournament."
She smiles brightly after that, beaming from ear to ear. "If you could just tell me, that'd save a lot of time! I'm guessing you probably aren't an alien... are you a demon? From hell?"
COMBATSYS: MayLee switches her Mindset.
MAHUIZOH
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"Oh... G-KING's plot...? I have no idea!!" Mahuizoh states this after some momentary thought, and it doesn't seem to be something he simply put on as an act. There's a careless demeanor there, like he truly doesn't give two halves of a crap. "I was not even allowed to meet the founder... but I owe them, yes. I owe them. I promised I would fight, and so I will." He takes another bite of his pear, when the offer is callously rejected by the supposed hero. After a few moments, he continues, still crouching down upon the rock.
"As for who I am, sacrifice... well. That... I will not tell you." He grins, parting the devilish teeth of his mask and showing his true ones within, a rather unsettling visage. A few more munches finish his fruit, before flame suddenly erupts from his charred fingers. The heat is very real, and the scorched remnants of the pear's core drop to the sand and explode into ash.
"Give me a good fight, and I will answer one question about myself for you...!!"
COMBATSYS: Mahuizoh lets out a large yawn, slouching.
MAHUIZOH
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"Hnn..."
May Lee doesn't really like this. He keeps calling her sacrifice, and that is creepy. She has no intention of dying here! But, the tournament has already claimed one life! She's willing to bet the other guy didn't have any intention of dying either! On the other hand... there's one question she has to ask: What Would Kim Do?
He'd get to the bottom of this, no matter what, that's what Kim would do!
"Alright then! I'll give you the best fight I can!" May Lee announces. With a sudden burst of speed, the young woman charges in towards her opponent... and then veers to the side! She's going to give it her all, and /take this guy down/. All she needs to do is believe that she can do it, no matter how creepy this guy is, or how many pieces of fruit he causes to burst into flames!
The sand is whipped up around the pair, thick and choking, and Mahuizoh might be expecting an attack from any angle... especially when from above there comes the echoing cry...
"RIDAAAAAAAAAAAH....!"
COMBATSYS: Mahuizoh blocks MayLee's Into Sky.
MAHUIZOH
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And suddenly May Lee is /beneath/ him, coming up with one sneaker leading the way. How she managed to get there is a mystery for the ages, but she is putting her all into slamming her foot up into Mahuizoh's mask!!
"KIIIIIIIIIICK!"
That cheerful evil continues to permute out from Mahuizoh. There's no doubt that it's his true self. He likely wears more mask then the wooden one upon his face, after all. But he simply remains crouching, suddenly eager when it appears the hero is going to attack him. But the moment she moves... something happens. She would feel a sharp, full-body jolt like a shiver, and then the air between herself and the Aztech man warbles heavily; chi suddenly roars out in all directions from the elder master, as if someone had stuck a pin into a rapidly deflating balloon. It is completely inexplicable, and not surprisingly has never happened to her before!!
His head does indeed lift up to the air, only to go "!!" when instead her fist rockets out from beneath. His bloodied hand swishes and catches the foot, and he... is actually knocked off the rock, landing in a crouch in the sand. Luckily, that creepy blood didn't stain her shoe at all.
But it's gone. The evil is still there... but the smothering, superior aura of a world master is completely gone. He feels like... her peer!! A villain that can now be conquered!
"Hmm... so this is your power... well. Power means little. Only the soul of your technique, sacrifice! THAT IS WHAT I AM AFTER!"
His burned right arm bursts into flames then, whirling up into his palm. Before he brings it to his shoulder, and then leaps at May Lee. Snapping it out, there's a sudden circular blast of flame, roaring up and sending sand in all directions!!
COMBATSYS: MayLee blocks Mahuizoh's 52 Year Cycle.
MAHUIZOH
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May Lee is... completely baffled. She hhas no real frame of reference for this kind of thing! Not only the chi energy weirdness, but the fact that his aura has faded to something approaching reasonable. There's definitely something strange going on here, but she isn't going to let herself worry about it now. If... he wants to see her technique, then she'll show him! That's only reasonable, right?
"It isn't the way of a hero to hide things from their opponent!" She declares, which... is more than a little ironic, given her attempt to use her speed to do exactly that just a few seconds ago. But that had been hiding an attack in a fight, not hiding insight in the glorious clash of souls that is a noble fight between equals!
The burst of flames meets her arms, and sends her skidding back across the sand, but it doesn't knock her down. Instead, she replies! "I follow the Kaphwan school of Tae Kwon Do! We believe that JUSTICE... can never be beaten!"
Her voice carries pretty well, but there's no doubt that some of the frantic energy she'd displayed when she first donned the scarf has left her. If he wants to see her school in action, she'll show him that! And that means, focusing on technique.
So as fast as she can she aims to cross the distance between herself and the masked figure. She won't allow herself to be intimidated by his size! Leaping upwards, both arms attempt to find the masked warrior's shoulders...
And if she gets a firm grip, she suddenly inverts! Both feet intending to smash up into his chest, and smash him away from her. Raw power is not her forte, but if she can get him off his feet, maybe she can use his own size against him!
COMBATSYS: Mahuizoh parries MayLee's Crow's Wing!
MAHUIZOH
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"Justice is a relative thing, my sacrifice." Mahuizoh responds with something nearing a purr of enjoyment. He's flexing his fingers in the wake of the onslaught of fire, which did not instantly turn her to cinders like his initial chi should have indicated. It was likely far from comfortable, but not unreasonably so! "Tell me... what kind of justice do you seek?" Her hands find his shoulders, but then when she sweeps her feet to impact his chest... the Aztech warrior suddenly leaps straight up as well. This creates a rather comical situation where the Scarfed Heroine just kind of launched herself using him as a pivot, instead of a much more justice-satisfying impact.
In a smooth motion he draws out a jagged, obsidian-edged dagger. Slightly curved, and somewhat unpleasant to look upon. His burnt hand grips May Lee's shoulder in return, before he moves to whirl in a serpentine motion and grapple her neck... so in a flash of crimson energy, that dagger can stab her right in the stomach. The intent to then flip her violently over it, and yank it free just as her back slams into the ground!
"What of the Justice of the Gods... the great creators, who sacrificed their very flesh so man could live? Are they not also 'Just'?!"
COMBATSYS: Mahuizoh successfully hits MayLee with Huipana Ixiptla EX.
Glancing Blow
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The vicious weapon slashes out, and though May Lee is already sliding backwards away from the crushing grip, it draws a line into her stomach. The scarf tangles too much to make it a clean getaway, and she hisses at the pain of it. That, really smarted! But throwing banter back and forth is one of the things that May Lee is really, genuinely, good at. It makes her feel alive!
"It is never right for one person to take the life of another!" She retaliates, spinning backwards, she does her best to recover her position. Both arms down, she begins to shift from one foot to the other. Bobbing on the spot.
"No God worth listening to would ask for something like that! I fight so that the world can be safe, and people can live their lives without worrying that some masked lunatic is going to come and rip out their hearts!"
And then she realizes that he hasn't, actually, been very mean so far, and she feels a little bad. "Uuuh. No offense."
COMBATSYS: MayLee gathers her will.
MAHUIZOH
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"You are right!!" Mahuizoh states, with an exclaimation of passion every bit as strong as her own. She would realize she is not entirely battling a man's evil, but a man's evil beliefs. Such is a true, embraced religion to him; that it might be monstrous and outdated hardly matters to the Aztech in any fashion. "It is never right to take a life. In our culture, that is also punished by execution!! But for a God to take a life... that is a great honor, my sacrifice. One my people have always desired to pay. I am a High Priest... I am the left hand of Huitzilopochtl!" The bloodied left limb, knife in hand, raises high. "I am the right hand of Huehuetoetl!!" The blackened one similarly hefts upwards. Before his head bows. "And my body, the host for He To Whom We All Are Slaves... Tezcatlipoca!!"
Energy whirls around, malignant and dark, as that sacrifical knife comes up and digs into the side of the masked demon's chest. And slowly drags it to the opposite, creating a new line upon the bed of ancient scars. It seems to empower him with a shimmer of crimson energy...
"The Gods do not ask. It is a gift I give graciously. It is a tribute to show we appreciate them... and to maintain the cycle of blood that kept the world from collapsing. But you do not have to understand and accept it!! I could care less!! Hahaha!!"
COMBATSYS: Mahuizoh slowly draws his sacrificial blade across his chest in a whirl of malignant energy.
MAHUIZOH
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"But... we haven't sacrificed anyone in hundreds of years, and the world hasn't collapsed!"
May Lee isn't very up on her history, but she's pretty sure that modern aztecs (Mexicans?) didn't practice human sacrifice any more. She's /almost certain/ that someone would have mentioned it at some point if ther world needed blood to keep turning. Then again, there are roughly a billion doomsday cults around. Still though! It seems like a pretty good point to her!
The creepy display of bloodletting... well... that's just, uh... one more thing she doesn't quite 'get'. But there's been a lot of that so far, and that's okay! She doesn't need to 'get' Mahuizoh. She needs to beat him, to prove that Kaphwan-style Tae Kwon Do truly is an unbeatable art.
"As a wise man once said..." And now, she's interspersing her banter with violence! Shifting into an offensive stance, she advances as swiftly as she is able, kicking up the sand behind her.
"Everyone is searching for a world where they belong!"
She comes in low, and her leg sweeps around. Her scarf is starting to flutter again, too. It is almost as though she doesn't have control over it! Her heart is beating faster, telling her to follow her dreams, seize the moment, and introduce this man to the philosophy that guides her soul!
"A place of light, free of falsehood!"
She's twisting, using her momentum to chain into a second kick, aiming to crash into his side, and flip herself around. "We mustn't be afraid of this journey!"
And with one final acrobatic display, the young woman aims to suddenly backflip, introducing sneaker to head and land with one foot extended - her scarf billowing and her eyes blazing with fierce spirit! She'd sounded worried earlier - perhaps even hesitant, but there's none of that any more! Her jaw is set and her determination alight in her heart!
"No one has the right to corrupt or use that journey!"
COMBATSYS: Mahuizoh blocks MayLee's Swan Circle.
MAHUIZOH
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"Hmmhmmhmm... you are right, sacrifice... the Old Gods slumber. I cannot feel them anymore. The blood my people let was enough to sustain the world, and the Gods, satisfied by our tributes, left us to our peace... I knew that, when I awoke..." For some reason, despite how thoroughly devout Mahuizoh appears to be, that doesn't bother him in the slightest. Both kicks are blocked by his charred arm, kicking up flakes of ash, and causing a new grunt of pain. Before both cross in tandem, intercepting the lost blow that staggers him backwards.
"Searching... searching, you say? Yes. Some people do that. Which is why they are sacrifices." And then he suddenly lifts up the palm of his right hand. A spark of fire whirls upon it, and grows bigger. And bigger. In short order, it's a sphere almost six feet around, rippling with tendrils like the surface of the sun. It's so bright that much of the audience is forced to turn away, although it appears to have no effect upon the priest himself.
"But I found in my teachings... how to create a world of your own...!! With the Old Gods gone... IT WOULD NO LONGER BE BLASPHEMOUS!!"
And then he roars, hurling the massive ball of fire right towards May Lee, where it would erupt in a ridiculously over the top pyrotechnic display. At least it would impress the crowd, one way or another!
COMBATSYS: MayLee dodges Mahuizoh's Huehuetoetl.
MAHUIZOH
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The fire is impressive, but May Lee is in full swing now! Her heart is burning bright, and she will not be dissuaded! The brilliant fireball launches towards her, and she vaults into the air, springing up so that the flames lick the soles of her feet as the massive blast incinerates where she had been a moment before - leaving the ground cracked and seared with glass. There's only one possible response to such power...
To give back as good as she got!
"Of course! Every one of us can create a brilliant new world, Mahuizoh!" She declares, her voice echoing throughout the stadium. "If we work together, nothing is impossible! BUT! You'll never make a brilliant place, a place of light, free of falsehood!"
Suddenly she is accelerating, descending towards the masked warrior like a comet from above, her foot blazing with fiery energy, "If you do it with blood and madness! No! I will put a stop to this!!"
"THIS IS!!"
Her foot aims to SMASH into Mahuizoh with astounding force for one so small. She's not, truthfully, certain whether even this will be enough to stop the masked priest, but it feels *RIGHT*! And if she can just land her first clean hit, it will be a staggering one, enough force to lift him right up into the air as suddenly, chi energy is summoned up all around them, filling almost the whole arena...
"THE END!"
And she'll raise both hands, causing all of that energy to detonate in an earth-shaking explosion, cracking the glass left from his fireball and rising upwards all around in her own answer to the insane pyrotechnic display!
COMBATSYS: MayLee successfully hits Mahuizoh with May Lee- The End!.
MAHUIZOH
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"...I think you believe... I was speaking in the figurative sense, sacrifice..."
However, he did not expect this level of technique from May Lee. She had seemed only a spunky fighter, well trained but only at the disciple level. The rocket forward catches him off guard, and an attempted defense is completely bypassed with an intense blow that completely lifts him off his feet. He can feel the brutal conglamorate of energy starting to condense, before with a shout of more annoyance then anything the grandiose explosion rocks the arena. The crowds are cheering now. It was a pretty amazing display; one huge ball of fire dodged, and retaliated with a BIGGER BALL. You can't stage JUSTICE of that quality.
But from the smoking sand and broken rocks, slowly the Aztech priest rises once more. His mask is heavily cracked, and he brushes against it with the back of his hand. She might be surprised to see the damage appears to be genuine, not some act. He isn't simply pretending to be on her level -- he looks and feels every bit as devastated by that technique as she would expect.
"Wonderful!! That was a brilliant move... hahaha!"
And then the knife in his hand seems to start oozing crimson blood. Before in a flash, it is ignited with Mahuizoh's charred fingers. Before he rushes forward, the approach low but intentful. Aiming to leap at May Lee, unleashing a sudden torrent of flaming slashes of brutal chi towards her before shooting forward and low... and then aiming to grasp her face and strike one last time, before kicking her away in a violent shove as the remnants of the assault would explode in a mixture of crimson chi and burning flame!!
"It's been too long... since I had a fight!!"
COMBATSYS: Mahuizoh successfully hits MayLee with Huitzilopochtl.
MAHUIZOH
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"Ghnck!"
May attempts to defend herself; raising her guard, she finds herself completely overwhelmed by the flaming energy. Caught up in it, she staggers backwards, unable to look directly at it... the damage is intense! The power far more than she had been prepared for! But... on some level, May Lee is beginning to understand what this is actually all about. If he'd been fighting with the terrifying strength he'd shown when he'd walked in, he would have decimated her utterly. But he isn't here to do that! He's here to test her fighting spirit!
The final detonation sends her sprawling to the ground, and for a moment she doesn't get up. She's bleeding pretty heavily from a nasty-looking cut on her forehead. But in the end, she has to stand! She still doesn't know what this tournament is about, or how they've apparently managed to bring an ancient warrior back from the dead... but she will not give up! She will make this man see the righteousness of her style!
"I am the Champion of Justice!" She says, "I'm not talking in metaphors! I truly believe that we can build the world we want to live in... and that even if you CAN create a whole NEW world, if it is built with death... it will be a world of darkness, doomed to fail!"
Her heart is pounding, and she stares that impassive mask down, daring him to hit her again. One hand guiding the tattered scarf to soak up the blood from her wound, and clear her eyes.
"And that so long as you hold such darkness in your heart, my style will ALWAYS triumph! Because JUSTICE, will ALWAYS win against evil!"
If the crowd was going wild before, they're going nuts now - as far as May Lee Justice Speeches go, this one ranks up there!
COMBATSYS: MayLee prepares herself for a dramatic comeback!
MAHUIZOH
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"Cute." Mahuizoh purrs, standing upright himself and simply looking at May Lee with something akin to respect. "People pride themselves too much on their power... but they are not the true essence of fighting. The true essence of combat. That... is hard work! Ideals! Passion! You!" A finger suddenly points to May Lee, flame licking the tip. "Intrigue me more then the so-called strongest in this unfamiliar world. So far, at least..."
And then he's rushing forward once more, shoulders and head resenting a peculiar angle. Both hands are gripping his sacrificial dagger now, and it suddenly erupts into flames as he attempts to tear into the prepared girl once more, brutal slashes amidst a near cackle of satisfaction that would end with him grasping her with his right hand, and then brutally slamming her to the ground in an eruption of flames!!
COMBATSYS: Mahuizoh successfully hits MayLee with Teo-Micqui.
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May Lee attempts to dodge backwards, but the hand finds her, and she can't... get away quick enough! The final throw is really just unnecessary, and the engulfing flames rip through her with lethal ferocity. By all rights, this should be the end of May Lee!
... but it isn't, not yet!
Mahuizoh is not the first person to comment on her fighting spirit, nor is he the reason that she gets back up to her feet. It isn't even for Kim's sake, though she dearly loves her Master and hopes that he watches her now. He'd said that she is more interesting than the strongest in the world? ... Tch!
"You've... never met the Strongest Woman in the World."
She actually smiles, even through the blood and the pain. With a titanic effort of will, she rolls onto her knees, panting for breath. "She's JUST as determined as me... AND! She believes in me... I'm not giving up! MAYBE YOU DIDN'T HEAR ME BEFORE!"
HOW she manages to find the energy inside her a second time is something even she couldn't explain. But she had done it once before - in Thailand, fighting against Vega, she'd reached deep into herself and pulled out this explosive strength. Mahuizoh makes the distinction between strength of fighting and strength of spirit...
May Lee will prove that they are one and the same!
When she erupts from the ground, her footing is shakier, and that energy is pouring out of her already, much less smooth and skilled than the initial display had been. "I SAID THAT THIS IS THE END--
And this time, desperate as she is, foot and explosion synchronize nearly instantaneously, with the echoing cry:
"FOR YOU!"
COMBATSYS: MayLee prepares to take her last stand against Mahuizoh!
MAHUIZOH
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COMBATSYS: Mahuizoh dodges MayLee's May Lee- The End!.
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Watching with intent with those red eyes through his cracked mask, Mahuizoh is not about to get hit with that destructive technique a second time. He instead moves to suddenly bolt upwards, just barely missing the brutal kick. Curling into a ball, the resulting explosion sends him into the sand, skidding away a good distance as chunks of rock and sand crash upon him, mussing up his headdress and raven shoulders. He pants heavily, but slowly rises once more.
"Oh... greater people then you tried to get rid of me... and still I live..." Looking at May Lee as she uses raw tenacity and willpower to remain on her feet, a light sigh leaves his lips. "But I will tell you one thing. An honest truth. There is not a single being in this world... who is stronger then me." That is more then a little bold, in terms of claims. However, his tone was dull. As if this wasn't something he was particularly proud to admit.
And then he rushes forward, bringing up his curved dagger and then swinging it down brutally... with the hilt, aiming to slam into the back of her head and send May Lee to the ground. "Accept your defeat!! Your justice... did not match up to mine!!"
COMBATSYS: Mahuizoh successfully hits MayLee with Quick Strike.
MAHUIZOH
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May Lee would give another response about her Justice - about her beliefs, about, well, all manner of things --
But as she is hit on the back of the head and rendered unconscious, continuing to speak is somewhat difficult.
The young woman hits the dirt without another word, the light goes out of her eyes, and she looks almost restful as she does. If there was another inch of her that could fight, she'd be fighting with every piece of spirit that she could pull out of her body...
But she's already done that. She has no more to give. Perhaps Mahuizoh's point is made by the fact that she /doesn't/ get up. If brute force is the judge of Justice, then Justice has been defeated.
But in her heart, she knows that Justice is ~never~ truly beaten. Even if appearances would indicate otherwise.
COMBATSYS: MayLee takes no action.
MAHUIZOH
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COMBATSYS: MayLee can no longer fight.
MAHUIZOH
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The moment that May Lee's body thumps into the sand, without so much as a moment's pause, the air roars with chi once more. Surging lines of coiling crimson that cause the crowd to gasp, impacting the Aztech priest. He lets out a hissing sound of pleasure, and in it's wake he continues to shimmer. The wounds he had have reduced somewhat... they are still there, but more in line with what she might have inflicted on him without his peculiar step down in capabilities.
Crouching down right at her head, the hilt of his dagger taps the top of her head. "Ask me, girl. Your question. Do so... and I will do something for you... I'm sure many people in this backwards world will wish to hear what you demand I say..."
COMBATSYS: Mahuizoh has ended the fight here.
May Lee is surprised to find that she's waking up still in the sand, rather than in a comfortable hospital bed. In some ways, she's disappointed - she usually gets on well with hospital staff, and if this fight is as well-televised as the last, there was even a chance that Kim might come and give her pointers on where she could have done better. Now she has to deal with aches and pains without any of the good stuff, and probably drag /herself/ to a bed rather than have someone do it for her. Such a hassle.
He'd already indicated that he knew little about the mysterious corporation. She... could ask him why he owes them, but, as her eyes blearily focus on him, she's surprised to realize that she doesn't care so much about the mysteries of the tournament. She's more interested in him - this strangely jovial mass murderer. Isn't it the fundamental truth of Kaphwan-style Tae Kwon Do that anyone can be redeemed if they look to their heart and want it? She'd been beaten in the fight, but she still holds out hope that she can change his mind.
She wouldn't be who she is if she believed different.
"Mahuizoh..." She croaks, "My question is... why would you rather run away from this world, than use your strength to help make it... brilliant?"
It's true that Mahuizoh used the minimum force required to strike down May Lee; but she might also understand that such is a sign of his respect. An overwhelming amount of force would of been very dangerous to her in the least. Whether her pride can accept such is another matter entirely, however!
"...?" It seems that question genuinely surprised the mysterious elder man. "Run away...? I never ran away from this world. I was simply... absent. But that is not your question." He then crouches down, whispering towards May Lee's ear. "It is because every gift to our Gods... I felt a taste of divinity. A small piece of what I gave was left behind. I realized that if I hoarded those little gifts... gathered the discarded waste not worthy of sacrifice... I could be more then a spiritual leader. I could become a God myself. I do not consider myself there just yet, little girl." He's no longer calling her sacrifice, at least. That's probably a worthy sign of respect. "But I discovered how. This is not the delusions of a madman...!"
His eyes burn crimson, with excitement. Her keen sense of Justice could feel only a deep, disheartening Truth to what he says next. "In this world... there is a way to become a God!!"
Standing up, he slowly brushes the heel of his palm across the crack in his mask. It repairs beneath, in a wisp of ashes. "So your question is moot. I shall make this world brilliant. Brilliant beyond your wildest dreams. And then it will be me that people make sacrifices to in tribute...! Hahaha!!
In a rather sudden displacement of movement, a burst of heat and ashes is left in his wake. A sense of him whirling back down the tunnel would be felt, but the speakers are already announcing her unfortunate loss, and stating that new challengers against the peculiar Aztech would be accepted. She might not have gotten the philosophical answer desired, but it is indeed something more dangerous.
This man... is certainly much, much more dangerous then this tournament.
May Lee listens - it would be disrespectful not to after he took the time to answer her question (kinda) after all. It is disheartening, what he says, but not, perhaps, for the reasons one might think. It isn't surprising to her in the least that this man has discovered a way to power - and that the way is dark and steeped in human sacrifice seems only to be expected.
But that there's another madman seeking godhood so soon on the heels of Vega, and that he is apparently so very close to it, that, is disheartening. She's starting to understand why Chun-Li had seemed so ... tired, the last time they'd spoken. Defending the world is a full time job.
"Nnngh. Well... Kim. Chun-Li." She says to the world at large, vaguely hoping that a camera can pick it up as she closes her eyes. "I softened him up for you! I'm gonna, sleep it off now."
Log created on 14:09:04 07/29/2012 by Mahuizoh, and last modified on 18:03:11 07/29/2012.