Description: Out on a run down lot in Metroo City's West Side, two lovely ladies (okay, one lovely lady and a hobo) have a throw down for the amusement of some rowdy Mad Gear boys. It's Round 2 for Layla in this seedy tournament to win it all - and Julia's first fight - and the end result is... not quite what you'd expect! <Winner: Layla - by technicality>
Metro City's West Side -
This particular portion of the enormous urban sprawl known as Metro City, sandwhiched not-so-neatly between low class dump and middle class urban area aesthetically, is chock full of a mix of new development and run down, unmaintained, old development. The time-frame between those 'life phases' wasn't usually all too long lately either. There's even more than a few unfinished projects in this part of town.
And on a particular run down lot, once intended to be the site of an unnamed business establishment, is where a particularly rowdy bunch of Mad Gear lackey's appear to be hanging out. It's night-time, and the moon overhead is illuminating the nearly empty construction site as well as the half-finished building in its center. The hollering of rowdy thugs gathered near oil drum fires could be heard almost out in the streets.
Rumors have been spreading round lately of an ill-begotten tournament sponsored, supposedly, by one of the biggest names in organized Crime: The Duke. And if you knew somebody, or knew how to extract information from somebody, you might likely have heard that this was one of the rumored staging sites.
Gathered round a couple of burning oil drums out in the middle of the sandy lot, two unnamed thugs have a go at one another while the rest spectate. Hollering, jeering, and whistling... the gathered throngs form an animated half-circle around the two fighters. Looming somewhere just outside the shadows of the gathered throngs, just outside the illuminating light of the oil fires, is a shadowy figure who is by all appearances utterly massive. The sheer girth of them makes them stand out like a sore thumb even in obscurity. If one were relatively close, they might notice the figure was not spectating but in fact seemingly distracted... but by what?
They say Metro City is like a suburban jungle, but that's just a figure of speech. It's not like a true jungle, where you might find Julia Chang doing her archaeological work for her environmental quest to save her native homeland. So it might be quite a surprise to find a woman like her hanging around in Metro City. But the truth is that she has her own reasons for being here. Namely... well, that's her own personal reasons for her to know and others not to... at least not right off the top of the bat. But she is here and she's not looking too friendly in this part of the woods.
Ignoring wolf calls and the occasional comment about her appearance, Julia walks through Metro City while minding her own business for the most part. She's not really paying much attention to what might be going on around her, although there is the issue of her approaching where Layla is hanging out. Could she really be a part of the tournament also? Someone like Julia Chang?
Layla herself had not really arrived on the lot just yet... having taken a detour through a local establishment to get liquored up before her fights like she usually does. Fortunately, she couldn't afford much tonight so... she could still walk at least.
"Meh..."
The Brazilian clad in ragged denims meanders into the alleyway lot with gloved hands in pockets, kicking over a nearly empty trash can in the process. A clatter follows, and one of the boys fighting in the sand arena stop to stare mid-grab.... and gets punched in the face for it before practically everybody looks... and begin moving out of the way. "...Yeah, you'd best", she mumbles... she had a date with somebody tonight though she'd not been told who exactly.
Soon that shadowy figure stands, and lumbers into the light. He is really, and truly, massive as well. The imposing figure, who appears to be wearing a blue and yellow striped shirt with the sleeves torn off at the shoulders, and a pair of bright red pants with brown woodsman boots, lumbers towards the gaggle of gathered thugs with legs so thick they might as well have been trees.
You could almost hear the ground quake, and you could certainly see at least one of the much smaller thugs visibly begin to tremble with apprehension even before the enormous figure speaks, "You is fighter, eh? Good, me Bratken." He thumps his chest with his right hand which is clenching a... toy? An action figure looks to be. "Me get toys to watch yous fight real good, ya? Where's you opponent?"
Stepping into oil drum fire light, shrugging her shoulders carelessly, the brown-haired fighter practically sighs. "No clue."
As Julia gets closer, she realizes what this place truly is, and that there's going to be some fighting going down here. At first, Julia looks at Layla and narrows her eyes, trying to see if she recognizes the woman, but she doesn't quite seem to know her at all, at least from her appearance. Then she notices the Mad Gear goon speaking, and can only shake her head at his poor vocabulary and grammar skills. "I have to wonder, is there a record for the highest grade level you Mad Gear fools reached before dropping out? Did any of you even make it to high school? Because you are all brawns and no brains from what it seems like."
Of course, when he mentions the opponent to Layla, that's when Julia realizes what's really going on here, and that's when she looks to Layla and raises an eyebrow. "So you must be my opponent, is that it?" Julia adjusts her headdress a little as she does so. "I can definitely say that I wasn't expecting to fight you, but I'll take the challenge anyway."
All eyes are soon upon Julia as she speaks up, insulting practically everyone gathered in a bold move. And practically everyone howls and roars at it, except Layla. A bit of a smirk creeps into her rough, scarred, features... brown eyes alight with amusement.
"...You is -too- loud!" the giant insists, massive lips curling back to reveal equally large teeth as his hairless brow ridges narrow menacingly. A filthy hand then goes up toward a tiny mass of curly hair atop his seemingly flat crown, and his dull eyes focus on Julia. "...You got lots of energy for a weaklin', let's see how you fight!" The giant roars with laughter and suddenly that excited hollering ensues once more!
"Well..." Layla intones, before digging her feet into the sand, "Let's see what you got then... you first."
COMBATSYS: Layla has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Julia has joined the fight here.
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Julia 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Layla
"Too loud? Me?" Julia smiles that sarcastic smile that people give while raising their eyes to the person they're talking to. "Oh please, you're one to talk." She hmmphs and shakes her head, trying not to laugh at this giant's words. "I'm sorry, but if you want to take me on, you're going to have to take a number." Then she turns to face Layla, her demeanor hardening now.
"And as for you, I'm ready to take you on if you are." She too digs her foot into the sand, the heel of her boot leaving a mark in the sand. "If you want me to go first, then I'll be glad to do so." She rushes in with a swift left punch.
COMBATSYS: Layla Toughs Out Julia's Jab Punch!
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Julia 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Layla
"Heh...!" Layla almost scoffs, as the native american woman charges her full bore. Little more is said than that, at least immediately, before she does exactly what she's known best for in the circuits...
...getting slugged in the face and barely even staggering for it! The force of the blow throws her head back, body leaning a bit with the momentum, before she cocks her head to the side and spits a bit of blood onto the sandy ground. She then surges right back at Julia with a punch, aided by body torsion, of her own - this one intended to be a body shot!
Whilst the crowd roars with the excitement of seeing first blood spilled, the host himself seems to have long since lumbered into the background in search of something. "Where's it now...?
COMBATSYS: Julia blocks Layla's Strong Punch.
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Julia 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Layla
Julia pays no heed to the goons, since Layla's the primary threat now. She simply shakes her head as Layla recovers quickly from the punch, quickly stepping back a little while lowering her other hand to catch Layla's incoming fist. She succeeds, but with a little bit of difficulty as is evidenced by her arm shaking a little after the initial impact. Julia mutters something about needing to work at that better before looking back at Layla. "I take it you're not one for words, unlike your 'colleagues' over there," She says before pushing Layla's fist away from her, a hint of sarcasm in the gesture as she does so before rubbing at her palm briefly.
"That's fine with me because I'm not one for conversation much when I'm fighting either." She drops down to the ground a little before flowing into a spinning motion, attempting to bring her leg around to try to catch Layla's feet and take her down into the sand.
COMBATSYS: Layla blocks Julia's Light Kick.
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Julia 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Layla
"Ain't my col-", she attempts to replicate the word but utterly fails. Even as her punching fist is pushed away, and her balance is thrown a bit, she continues to struggle, "Ain't my..." but it still won't quite come. When Julia drops into that low sweep, Layla turns a frustrated stare toward the ground and tightens her leg muscles in preparation for the impact.
-Thwack!-
The impact of Julia's kicking leg against her own is strong, hard enough to leave a major bruise and force the Brazilian to grit her teeth. But it doesn't quite have the effect intended, failing to take her legs out from under her. "...AIN'T MY DAMN BUDDIES!" She finally gives up, resorting to her much more base vocabulary before raising the very same leg Julia had just kicked and attempting to plant it solidly into her midsection. "I ain't Mad Gear...! Not that it'll matter to you in a few minutes..."
COMBATSYS: Layla successfully hits Julia with Gut Buster.
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Julia 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Layla
Julia quickly gets back to her feet, dusting herself off briefly before getting back into her fighting stance. The fact she didn't do much damage with that kick, along with the fact it stopped her sooner than she thought, left her briefly off-guard. She tries to get back into the fight, shaking her head as if to say, 'Get with it,' and watches Layla come back at her. "I honestly don't care who you're affiliated with, because I--"
**POW!**
The dialogue from Julia is cut off quickly as the foot smashes directly into her unprotected stomach. The wind is knocked out of her lungs as she stumbles backwards, clutching at her gut as she attempts to catch her breath with her eyes closed. She looks up a little as if to glare at her while she continues to breathe deeply, then straightens herself up again. "Like I said, I don't care who you're with, nor do I care what will happen at all. All I'm about is getting this over with." Julia steps towards her opponent, attempting to spin briefly to throw Layla off-guard before attempting to kick her in the chin and then throw an uppercut.
COMBATSYS: Julia successfully hits Layla with Hunting Tomahawk.
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Julia 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Layla
"Tch...!" comes a basically wordless reply as the other fighter is caugh wide-open by her strike. The Indian woman soon akwardly escapes, briefly, out of Layla's kicking range to catch her breath. When she does, the denim clad Brazilian just grips her long, braided, hair colored like earth and fire before pushing it off her shoulder. She then narrows her eyes at Julia, returning her glare from afar, "...I don't usually talk much, no... but I hate you 'sophisticated' types." She makes her point about not being one of said persons by mispronouncing sophisticated a bit before dropping into a wide-legged stance.
Practically the instant she does, Julia skids right up into her territory and swings a foot upwards for Layla's chin. It comes so fast, the fighter fails to even muster a defense against it. The kick snaps her head back, straining her neck in the process, before she once more eats Julia's fist... and this time it's enough to send her sprawling in the sand!
The hollering and shouting from the spectators increases, whistling and jeering and even booing as Layla struggles to her feet. "Okay...", she growls almost ferally, before snapping the weighted chain off her belt and spinning it up into a blindingly fast orbit. It was time to get serious. Rushing Julia again, hard as her leg would carry, the brown-skinned tough girl whirls on her left foot and throws a kick toward her upper body. She then immediately follows it up with a second kick as shifts to her other leg, and finally swings that whip around and attempts to smack Julia with it!
COMBATSYS: Julia fails to interrupt Nine Section Shuffle from Layla with Palm Explosion.
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Julia 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Layla
Julia is quick to step back and recover, but that doesn't always mean she's ready for a response from her opponent. Especially one where she's kicked twice and then whipped. She attempts to drive her palm into Layla, but Layla is too fast. Julia's kicked twice then whipped and goes sprawling into the ground, landing flat on her face. She groans a little, rubbing at her nose and unsurprised to find it bleeding. She pushes herself onto one knee than the other and attempts to catch her breath.
"If you think I'm sophisticated, then you're sorely mistaken. I just have a more civilized way of life," Julia comments, using one of her gloves to try to wipe away some of the blood from her nose. "Not that it really matters right now..."
"...Is that so...?", the Brazilian replies even as she continues to whirl that blindingly fast weighted chain around herself audibly. The chain of hers moves fast, so fast in fact the nearby mooks step away as she circles Julia slowly, not wanting to get whacked by something they can barely see. For a moment or so, the hollering and excitement dies down a bit and you could almost hear the chain whistling through the air. "...Well...", she adds, before stopping her own chain in mid-air with a gloved hand. "I don't like civilized types either." Mostly because they tended to look down through their noses at people who do what they have to in order to get by.
Layla gathers her chain up, holding it tight in the gloved grip of her right hand, before rushing Julia again, "...We don't do civilized here!" and aiming another good hard kick right from Julia's side!
COMBATSYS: Julia just-defends Layla's Medium Strike!
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Julia 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Layla
Julia wipes some more of the blood away from her nose before shaking off the dazedness she feels from that last impact. "Nobody says you have to like me," Julia comments angrily. "In fact, I don't expect any respect from a fighter like you!" She stares closer at Layla, watching that chain as it comes at her, since she's not in the mood to be whipped again. "So don't expect any from me!" Layla apparently doesn't want to whip Julia, which is fine with her, since she's not going to be kicked around either. Instead, she's going to swiftly knock that leg away while stepping back at the last second. "You call that a kick?"
Julia chuckles at the seemingly trivial effort put into that kick. "I've seen children who play soccer kick better than that, and some of them don't even have formal training!" But then her smile disappears. "But I'm not here to compare things. I'm here to fight you, and while I'm on the topic, let me show you how it's done!" She attempts to rush in and grab Layla. If successful, she'll spin around to the back and then administer a classic fisherman's suplex.
COMBATSYS: Layla Toughs Out Julia's Quick Throw!!
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Julia 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Layla
...Fighter like her? Layla narrows her eyes again dangerously, wondering just -what- that was supposed to mean? She doesn't get much time to wonder, however, as Julia musters an artful defense against her kick... turning that kick aside as though it were nothing by using her own momentum against her
"Kuh... why you little...!" the fiery brunette clad in ragged denims attempts to make some sort of comeback against the verbal assault but fails, opting instead to swing her kicking leg back toward the ground and dig it into the sand for stability. She then ducks into a very rudimentary form of a boxer's guard, denim covered arms raised in an attempt to protect herself. She does this because she expects Julia to come at her swinging. But what Julia does instead, takes her almost completely off-guard!
"!!!" Layla realizes almost too late that what Julia is really trying to accomplish, is the very thing the thuggish girl is weak against.
SOPHISTICATED SHIT!!!
Up, back, and over... Layla is damn near helpless to the Fisherman's Suplex. Just about the only thing she can do is flail madly in a futile attempt to break Julia's hold... and then get SLAMMED head-first into the ground!
"OW! FUCK!" the Brazilian shouts, angrily, and rollls away at the tail end of the throw! She rolls back onto her knees before grasping at her strained neck, and growling ferally at Julia. Damn, that shit's gonna hurt tommorow! Apparently, her skull is hardly than cement though. "...Alright... I'M DONE PLAYIN'!" Shooting up off of the right knee, Layla lets her weighted chain go slack before charging at the american Indian and leaping into the air with a spin, and attempting to lash that heavy metal chain across her opponent's face and knock her to the ground!
COMBATSYS: Julia blocks Layla's Sling Whip.
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Julia 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Layla
Julia would comment on Layla's language, but she uses enough of it herself when she's angry enough, so she's not one to talk. Besides, she's here to fight, not give lectures. And that chain whip is really making things painful so Julia decides to try to catch it like she did with that kick previously. She sighs before letting it go again. "Really, that thing again? Can't you do something original?"
Julia decides to emphasise this by attempting to jump into the air and grab onto her opponent's head. If successful, Julia will twist Layla's neck and then fall onto the ground while bringing Layla with her.
COMBATSYS: Layla fails to interrupt Spinning Air Neckbreaker from Julia with Snare Whip.
~~ Alluring Hit! ~~
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Julia 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Layla
While the Mad Gear boys are hollering louder than ever before and making 'whoop'ing noises at the two ladies fighting for the benefit of their enjoyment, the gigantic frankensteinian brute is seated at his table in the back... completely ignoring everyone. His hairless brow ridges furrow as he focuses intently on re-enacting some manner of imaginary scene with the pair of action figures he's holding - one looks like Ryu and the other is...
Well, anyway, cut back to rowdy men hollering and throwing dangerous objects - like glass bottles - into the arena and Julia... leaping through the air at Layla. Snapping her weighted chain back, Layla just about blows a gasket at the insult: "...SOMETHIN' ORIGINAL?? I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHIN'..." before readying her tossing hand in a preliminary attempt to stop the oncoming assault. But she doesn't get much farther than imagining how she's going to drag her foe out of the air, before Julia's hands clutches her head and go to work on that already injured neck!
-CRACK!-
"FUCKOW...!" The hotheaded thug shouts, as her spine is jerked in ways it really shouldn't go. She then stumbles back and tumbles to the ground due to loss of balance. "GOD DAMNIT!", she clutches at her neck with a gloved hand, grimacing as another sickening pop comes.
"Damn!" Pushing herself up off the sand, somewhat slowly, the chain-bearing brunette sneers at Julia, before gathering her chain up and shrugging off her rather restrictive jacket. Now she was just down to that red T-Shirt.
"...Damn! ... Yeah, whatever."
Julia drops to the ground and assumes her fighting stance again. "Looks like you really messed up there. But honestly, I don't need originality, it was just an observation." She rolls her neck around, although it's more of a way of loosening up as opposed to mocking her opponent who she just applied a neckbreaker to. "To be honest, this isn't entirely my forte. I'm more of a person who likes going into exotic jungles and things like that trying to find artifacts and what not." She doesn't mention how she's looking for a cure for her homeland, since that's irrelevant in her opinion.
"So once this fight is over, I'm going to be returning to my duties." No mention of victory or defeat, since apparently, that's not something she needs to worry about. In fact, she decides to let her fists do the talking with a pair of uppercuts thrown in swift succession.
COMBATSYS: Layla blocks Julia's Tequila Sunrise Elbow Smash.
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Julia 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Layla
Layla says, "...Tch, yeah... well, I won't be messin' up again...", she retorts, rolling her neck a bit with what little time the other girl's talking gives her. Damn, it's gonna be like a hang over tommorow without the alchohol, she thinks to herself privately.
"Yeah, well, if you like jungles so damn much why don't ya' just stay there...", she retorts, hunkering down again in preparation for the next attack. She was, no longer, going to risk failing to take this girl seriously. She could get really screwed up by this chick if she didn't watch it...
...and it seems it was a wise decision, because as those uppercuts come she is prepared to block them. At least, in the only rudimentary way she knew how... pulling her head back and letting her battle-hardened arms and body absorb the impact. The blows -do- hurt, enough so to make her wince behind the curtain of her arms, but once again she proves hardy enough to weather the impacts with little more than what will eventually be nasty bruising to show.
"You want to see something original?", comes her muffled voice from inside her guard just before she seems to dart away from Julia and draw back her left kicking foot. ... It's not to kick again either, or at least not kick her opponent. Instead, she kicks sand and shards of broken glass, from the spectators throwing bottles earlier, into the air - attempting to hit Julia wth it anywere she can!"
COMBATSYS: Julia dodges Layla's Small Random Weapon.
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Julia doesn't need much effort there, she simply steps back and ducks down, watching as the sand and glass go by. "Oh, come on now, you call that fighting? Give me a break!" Julia rolls her arm around in a circle while she gets back up. "Let's just finish this, shall we?" She kicks some sand to the side with her boot as a taunting gesture before she gets back into her fighting stance.
"And enough of your talk, honestly. You just aggravate me more." Julia clenches her fist a little and lets it glow a little as if she's focusing her power into it, then she steps towards Layla and attempts to hit her with a charged up palm strike.
COMBATSYS: Julia successfully hits Layla with Palm Explosion.
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Julia 0/-------/--=====|=======\==-----\1 Layla
Fine, no more bluster!
Almost as soon as she attempts her dirty trick, Layla falls back into a guard stance again. She didn't really expect that attack to work as well as it might on the mooks hollering at them from the sidelines, but damn she at least expected it to do something!
But it didn't, and that's the reality the firey brunette is faced with as Julia taunts her and then proceeds to charge her again. That subtle glow of energy all but escapes the unsophisticated fighter until it's practically right in front of her. Her experience in dealing with chi was about as good as her experience with throws and holds...
...which is to say, she's about to get broadsided!
The force of the blowing sends her sailing through the air, crashing into te sand with a hard thud, then turning a flip in mid-air due to her momentum and smashing down onto her front side and skidding to a stop.
The background thugs positively ROAR with excitement and Bratken well... still playing with toys! Currently he's having one of the action figures kick the other in the...
..Aaand Layla pushes herself to her feet, spitting sand and blood. "GFGFJTTGF.." She shakes her head, briefly, fighting off the daze clouding her vision. A staggered step forward, and she pulls her chain taut. There are no more words, just pure, unadulterated, hatred as the Brazilian flies at the American Indian as hard as her legs will carry her. She then makes a crude, simple, attempt to tackle Julia and wrap the weighted chain around her throat and strangle the life out of her!
COMBATSYS: Julia blocks Layla's Blackout.
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Julia's not in the mood to get broadsided honestly. Quite the opposite actually. Instead, she wants to keep this fight going so that she can prove that she's more capable than she might appear. Even if she loses, it doesn't mean anything aside from that she needs to work on her skills better. Which is why when Layla tries to tackle her, Julia grabs onto her and attempts to stop her by planting her boots into the ground. She immediately finds a chance and pushes Layla away, bending over to catch her breath. "Wow... that was harsher than I thought..."
Julia looks up a little then hunches over a little, still trying to catch her breath. She checks her nose, which thankfully has stopped bleeding, while trying to focus herself a little. Then, without warning, Julia springs forward and attempts to deliver an uppercut to Layla!
COMBATSYS: Layla endures Julia's Medium Punch.
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A "Tccch..." that sounds almost akin to a hiss is emitted by the, by now, crazy thug woman. Despite her strength, she finds herself ultimately unable to complete the act of strangulation. This girl was pretty damn good, she had to give her that much....
When Julia springs at her, again, with yet another uppercut... Layla sees it... but not in time to do much more than tense up! Gritting her teeth, and tightening her muscles, she attempts to weather that hit like she has a couple of other hits this fight...
But the damage is stacking up, and as her head jerks back from the force her legs nearly give as well. She staggers back several steps... still gritting her teeth, now stained red with blood, before charging back in again with almost nothing but her willpower to carry her. She then attempts a shoulder check against the other girl, followed by a back hand, followed again by an attempted foot stomp, and then attempting to wrap her chain around her neck again and throw her to the ground!
COMBATSYS: Julia blocks Layla's Beat Yo' Ass!.
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Sorry, but Julia's not having it. She raises her hands to deflect her opponent away from her as best as she can, even though it takes a bit of effort out of her to be able to do so. She grunts as she does so, trying not to fall over. Then she regains her footing, although now she's starting to show some signs of running out of steam. Nevertheless, Julia's still not done doing what she has to.
"Spirits, be with me," Julia says as she closes her eyes and holds onto the pendant around her neck. After a moment of spiritual contemplation, Julia opens her eyes again and then stares at Lalyla. "This fight needs to end, and I'm going to be the one to end it!" She rushes at Layla and attempts to deliver a swift double-fisted punch.
COMBATSYS: Layla blocks Julia's Heaven Cannon.
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"...Bullshit!" Layla exclaims, her first words in a while, before throwing up her guard again and taking both punches to her already battered and bruised forearms. The sheer force of the attack sends her skidding backward, stll in guard position, before she briefly drops it and collapses to one knee.
The crowd ROARS again and yet more dangerous objecs are thrown, Bratken finally taking the time to boredly glance up at the fight. "Fight almost over...? That good, not have to wait much more..." and gets up, lumbering off, preparing to go make a phone call on a nearby pay phone and dropping his toys on the rusted metal table where he sat.
Pushing herself, shakily, up to her feet again... Layla begins to realize she doesn't have much gas left. She'd have to give this next attack everything she had or she might be out cold pretty soon! And so, give it her everything she does... barreling toward Julia perhaps one last time and attempting to bury her boot in her gut with everything she has behind it!
COMBATSYS: Layla successfully hits Julia with Heavy Kick.
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Julia gets hit in the stomach and the spirits seem to have abandoned her. In desperation, Julia goes for one last palm strike before going down for the count. Hopefully if she doesn't get Layla, her next opponent in this competition will be better...
COMBATSYS: Julia can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Layla blocks Julia's Palm Explosion.
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...And with that kick, goes every last bit of energy Layla had left in her. "...I.." She struggles, her vision blurring, and lightheadedness setting in due to blood loss. Even before that last ditch attempt from her opponent comes, she's almost out of it. When the hit connects, Layla's limp body goes flying backward... before crashing into the sandy arena right on top of her discarded jacket and blacking the fuck out.
You could almost hear a pin drop for a moment, as the hollering voices die down when surprise sets in. ... Then they start shouting and screaming and throwing things even louder than the did during the fight! Some clap, a brave few even wander closer to get a better look at the girls...
But any weird or filthy ideas they may have are quickly snuffed out by the enormous monster of a man-child thundering toward the arena again. "You go, I move bodies! Don't need pigs here, finding things."
As the others leave, he stares down at the booth of them, and smirks just a little bit, particularly at Julia... "Guess you not just talk, huh? Shame so weak. Oh well... to the hospital we goes!" Or more like a random park bench outside the hospital. He didn't need anybody wondering WHY he was coming into the hospital with two broken women after all. After that, he'd have to find a pay phone and report to the big guy and tell him the disappointing news: this fight was a boring draw, with Layla only coming out ahead due to being the last one to hit the dirt...
COMBATSYS: Layla takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Layla has reached second wind!
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COMBATSYS: Layla has ended the fight here.
("This fight scene we both had amazingly BAD luck! The power went out, procs fired like crazy, I misposed (and nearly attacked after an interrupt like a dummy), but it ended in a DKO and as far as the players are concerned it stays that way. I won by mere technicality here, and had to edit the last pose to show it." - Layla)
Log created on 19:11:52 05/05/2013 by Layla, and last modified on 18:16:07 05/06/2013.