Description: It's the Finals of illegimate blood sport bankrolled by the Syndicate crime boss the Duke, and this time it's hosted in a very unusual place. It's the upscale restaurant in Metro City known as the Cabaret Candide, and it might just have been a poor choice of venues! <This scene rated O for Oh No, brief underwear flashing, adult language, and violence>. <Winner: Layla - by Technicality>
The Cabaret Candide, Metro City --
Enter the Cabaret Candide, a fine dining establishment set in the upscale portion of Metro City - it represents the very image Metro City tries to project to the outside world... a peaceful, well-managed, city without a hint of social upheaval. That is, after all, why the filth of Mero City remains mostly swept to the outskirts by Mayor Mike Haggar and his law enforcement officials. It's all swept under the rug like a lazy house wife preparing for guests. But the filth in this town were more like a bad stain, penetrating to the deepest levels of the infrastructure. Who could blame them?
Why, even now, amidst the opulent decor of gold, fine silks, polished woods, and velvet, writhing like a snake right infront of the very eyes of these oblivious upper and middle class fools, is the corruption Metro City seeks to hide. Swilling rose red wine in fine crystal glasses, and laughing with all of the falseness inherent in this place, their ignorance is bliss.
Stage lights of white are low over an intricately designed, marble, stage bearing statues as soft foreign music plays. Heavy are the deep rumblings of the occasional well-timed drum, accompanied by a high-pitched wood flute sound, as a tall, muscular, figure decked out in Kabuki costume dances an intricate Japanese dance.
The nameless man, dressed in ornate robes of black and gold, with a tightly bound red and white rope about his waist, writhes like a snake in time to the music of the whistle upon the platforms of his wooden sandals. He's wearing a pristine white mask with horns, marred by stripes of red with features set in a fierce gaze. His volumnous, flowing, mane which is bound into an exceedingly long tail trails to his ankles. It's a stark contrast to the rest of him, being pink as cotton candy. For the duration of the intricate dance, interspersed by audible claps at timed intervals, he is silent. ... But as the last drum resounds, and the lights slowly brighten, a round of modestly enthusiastic clapping ensues. He takes a deep bow, and then bellows to the audience almost as a Japanese lion roaring, "And now...!" He side steps, motioning to the back of the stage, "...For something different! Here for your viewing /pleasure/...", he sneers quietly to himself beneath the mask in disgust before continuing, "..we present to you, ..." And suddenly, two holes in the stage floor open as the elevators bearing tonight's /real/ entertainment rises from below. "...The finest in fighting Metro City has to offer!" For now.
Of all the places to hold the finals of an illegitimate, underworld-based, tournament... a fine dining restaurant in the upscale part of town would have been the absolute last choice Layla would have made. Worst part for her is, as everyone would soon see...
She's not dressed like a dirty hobo today in torn and dirty leathers. No. The restaurant staff had literally /forced/ the dark-skinned, firey maned, Brazilian woman into... a dress. A frilly, pink, summer dres complete with pink and blue bonnet cap. Her face was as pink as her clothes too. It had cost them some personnel, but damn it they managed!
"...Let us enjoy the show!"
In Katsuya's case, it doesn't take much forcing to get him to dress up. A tailored black suit, black shoes that you can see your reflection in (and have weighted soles), a white silk shirt and, given the upscale nature of the club, he's even wearing a black necktie, rather than leaving the top few buttons of the shirt undone. Of course, there's a limit to how far the gangster is willing to go for the sake of fashion... the tie is actually a clip on. Getting strangled is not in his plans for tonight.
As the elevator rumbles to life beneath him, Katsuya takes a last drag on his cigarette before flipping it aside, then rolls his neck a few times. He squints momentarily as he comes up into the lights, but his vision starts to adjust soon enough. He spares the announcer an amused glance, but kabuki isn't really his thing. He then turns his gaze to Layla, giving her a smirk as he cracks the knuckles of one hand, then the other. "Nice hat."
Layla grits her teeth as her opponent rises up from beneath the stage, proceeds to smirk at her, and then comment on her 'hat'. "...Ain't my style, damn it!" She curled a gloved fist tightly, shaking it at Katsuya threateningly. Except... it looks more comical than threatening as these aren't her usual leathers with studded knuckles. They're frilly, pink, cotton ladies gloves.
The exchange is noticed by the massive, unnamed, Kabuki performer bearing snake tattoos upon his sculpted biceps. He makes it known to both of them with a dark chuckle, speaking softly from behind the mask in a muffled way, "...Now now... let's save the energy for the blood sport. Wouldn't want to disappoint our /lovely/ audience, would we...?" He sneers behind the mask again softly, turning a glance over his shoulder at the audience, and tilting his head in a referential manner.
"Tch... yeah, yeah... god damn... things I do for money....", she mumbles to herself before simply charging Katsuya with that balled up fist drawn back like an arrow ready to fire. "...Hope you like pain!"
The Kabuki dancer falls into a wide-legged stance, stomping a wooden sandal against the marble stage as she charges Katsuya head long. "Ooooooh....", he groans unintelligibly, rolling his headand neck once to whip his rose-colored mane into a fierce spin, "...FIGHTOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUU!!!'
COMBATSYS: Layla has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Katsuya has joined the fight here.
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Layla 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Katsuya
COMBATSYS: Katsuya blocks Layla's Medium Strike.
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Layla 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Katsuya
Katsuya brings his left arm up into a defensive position, blocking Layla's punch and sliding back slightly to further reduce the force of the imapct. "Inflicting it? Sure." As he's talking Katsuya is pushing in closer to Layla and ducking slightly, trying to throw off any of her own attempts at putting together a defense.
As he gets in close enough, Katsuya suddenly pops back up to his full height, bringing his right hand swinging in and up at an angle, aiming to smash it into Layla's jaw. He then follows through on the blow, briefly turning his back on her, but only so that he can lash out with an elbow to the torso as he turns back around.
COMBATSYS: Layla blocks Katsuya's Strong Punch.
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Layla 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Katsuya
The thing about Layla is, often, her defense is the crudest kind of defense: taking a hit, grinning, and bearing it. So when Katsuya effectively barrels into her territory whilst simultaneously blocking and engineering an assault against her, she does just what she does best...
She takes the punch square in the jaw, bone groaning from the impact as her neck turns with the force, and then.... stops. Her neck muscles go taut like iron bands and the punch is just... stopped. When she does so she also brings her tough, calloused, hands encased in, contrastingly soft, cotton down to block the elbow aimed for her torso. The impact -stings-, but it does little more than piss her off. "...You ain't gonna be the one inflicting it, bucko...", she replies with a strained voice.
She then immediately shoves at the elbow, attempting to throw him off balance, and then leaps back before whirling on one foot and leveling a flat-soled dress slipper straight for his ass!
COMBATSYS: Layla successfully hits Katsuya with Heavy Kick.
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Layla 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Katsuya
That's not a defensive strategy that Katsuya was expecting. The initial impact felt right, but on trying to follow through he quickly gets the impression that something is wrong. And when the follow up elbow is blocked he quickly starts taking a step back to regroup. Not quickly enough, though, as Layla's foot slams into him and sends him stumbling to one side, to the sounds of some laughter from the audience. Katsuya grits his teeth, looking back up at Layla with a glare.
The yakuza lashes out with a kick of his own, aiming to drive it into Layla's stomach. Rather than drawing his leg back, though, he drops his foot and moves forward to shift his weight toward that leg, coming in swinging with a quick left-right punching combo, hopefully before she can recover from the first strike.
COMBATSYS: Layla Toughs Out Katsuya's Shobadai!
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Layla 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Katsuya
"Tch..." Layla scoffs, as soft laughter emerges from the audience of snooty, pseudo-nobility, not far from the marble stage they're fighting on. She couldn't help but feel a tad sorry for the guy, he clearly didn't strike her as the type to enjoy this extravagant farce anymore than she did. She certainly liked the stupid dress least of all... the skirt of the damn thing, which reached nearly to her toes, just about threatened to send her tumbling over ontop of him after that normally easy maneuver!
Rebounding off the floor again and charging her, it was clear Katsuya was determined to repay the embarassment in spades. He is, in fact, quite successful at it too... for as he charges and swings that foot for her abdomen... her attempt to escape is turned into a comical stagger the audience is all too happy to roar with laughter and applaud at. This was -surely- simply /divine/ comedy!
-BAM!- His foot knocks the breath out of Layla, followed quickly by a vicious punch combo that jars her about before finally sending her to her rightful place... on the floor at his feet.
For now.
Brisk clapping comes as Katsuya takes back his pride, and the Kabuki dancer/Referee simply stands nearby with his arms crossed... the demon's mask staring unblinking, soulless, at the pair in absolute silence. ... Layla spits blood onto the pristine, grey asnd white marble, and staining it before pulling herself to her feet again. "...Well... you got some fight in you after all... huh...?", she asks... imperiously, before charging him once more. "...I'll just have to knock it RIGHT BACK OUT AGAIN!!!", she screams loudly enough to be considered the boorish hobo she is before lifting her skirt in a violent manner and flashing GOD AND EVERYBODY her garter belt, stockings, and panties! ... The audience gasps collectively and all clapping STOPS. ... Why??!
Because, she had a weighted chain under there - that's why! Swinging tha gleaming metal chain round and round, she lashes out at Katsuya and attempts to snare one of his arms with it. If she can, she's gonna try and yank him into a hard kick to the gut followed by a swift spinning elbow for the head!
COMBATSYS: Katsuya blocks Layla's Nine Section Shuffle.
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Layla 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Katsuya
Katsuya's eyebrows do go up for a moment, but unlike the audience he doesn't have the luxury of being shocked for long. Not unless he wants to get messed up by that chain. As it is, Layla does manage to wrap it around one of his arms... but then when she yanks on the chain, he's actually already running to meet her. She lashes out with her foot, and he steps to one side and brings up his own leg to deflect the incoming blow. And when the elbow comes out, he just uses her movements as an opportunity to more easily get behind her.
At which point, well... he's already got a chain handy, right? It's already wrapped around his left arm, but he moves his hand to grab it, then grabs it with his right hand a bit further down the length, and then attempts to get a loop of it around Layla's throat. This is followed by the jangling of metal on metal as he starts trying to pull the chain tight.
COMBATSYS: Layla blocks Katsuya's Power Throw.
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Layla 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Katsuya
Clearly, her opponent was far more slick than she had given him credit for! Not only does manage to turn aside her kick artfully, and dodge her elbow entirely, but he also manages to turn her attempt to snare him into an opportunity to slip up behind and strangle her with her own chain!
...And it works. The weighted chain is pulled taut around her neck swiftly, with Layla realizing what he was attempting to do just a tad too late. She manages to get one hand tangled up in it, to try and stop him from strangling her, but his strength briefly overcomes her own and forces that hand back against her throat. From there, strangled gurgles come as she fights feverishly with only that one arm against the chain that was threatening to steal her life breath! "Gkkkkktktppt...!!!"
...But, eventually, she manages to free herself just enough to jerk her head loose and stagger away while grasping at her blood red throat. "...God... damn...", she gasps, fighting for air after escaping from near death. It was usually -her- on the right end of that maneuver. Rarely did anyone manage to strangle her, especially with her own chain! She decides firmly that she didn't like that none.
...By now those who had been stunned by the girl's prior lascivious dislay had ceased to mumble amongst themselves and had fallen mostly silent. ... It was somewhat awkward in here now. ... Layla doesn't seem to care though as, soon as she catches her breath, she simply charges Katsuya again... swinging that weighted Wushu chain like the wild hoodlum she is!
COMBATSYS: Layla successfully hits Katsuya with Rebound Whip.
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Layla 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Katsuya
Katsuya stands his ground, watching both Layla and the chain carefully, judging his timing... but unfortunately the movement of a weighted chain can be pretty difficult to judge unless you've got plenty of experience with them. And while Katsuya has seen them in use before, and smacked a person or two with one, he doesn't know them well enough to avoid getting clocked in the head with the end of it. He stumbles to the side, cursing, with one hand up to his head at the point of impact, where it seems he's received a cut on his scalp judging by the blood that's starting to flow.
Shaking his head a few times, Katsuya moves in toward Layla, trying to close the distance between them. A medium range fight isn't going to go his way, not when she's got that chain out. He needs to get in close. He tries to slip into range, pulling back his right and then launching a palm heel strike for Layla's jaw. He doesn't back off afterwards, though; he doesn't want to give her the opportunity to stay at range.
COMBATSYS: Katsuya successfully hits Layla with Yamikin.
- Power hit! -
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Layla 1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0 Katsuya
A vicious grin creeps in the thuggish brazilian woman's features as she both feels, and sees, cofirmations that she struck gold. She may or may not have intended to hit him -there- but by god she drew blood! "...Hehehe... why don't you just throw in and save us both trouble?", she taunts even as he's entering her territory again. By that time, the whip has already been snapped back toward her right hand, garbed in soft, pink, cotton. But pausing to do so was a major miscalculation on her part. She had once again underestimated her opponent's speed and it would cost her dearly...
-CRACK-
A sickening crunch comes as palm strikes jaw and the force of the strike wins out. Layla's jaw /literally/ breaks from the impact, jaw joints snapping grossly and her jaw deforming grotesquely as white hot pains /sears/ her nerves and blood spills from her mouth again.../
She stumbles backward, clutching at her jaw, moaning something unintelligible to hear loudly several times. ... The audience then suddenly erupts with inappropriate laughter and applause! What clowns she and Katsuya must have looked like to them from where they sat. Monkeys dressed in fineries far too good for them. But it was hilarious! At least apparently.
The Kabuki dancer from earlier finally finds it in him to move again. And when he does, it's hearty laughter. "...Hahahaha!" Fabulous.... yes...", the 'yes' comes out almost as a hiss akin to the snake his tattoos and dancing patterns would suggest him to be. "...Hurry it up."
-Crack!- Another gut wrenching sound comes, shortly after, as Layla finally manages to jar the jaw back into it's sockets. But... she isn't talking anymore... simply turning a hateful glare up at Katsuya before charging him once more. From there, she will aim a shoulder at him and attempt to barrel right into him with it. Should she succeed, she'll then attempt to punch him once in the gut and then... slip around his backside and attempt to return an old favor by strangling him for all she's worth!
COMBATSYS: Layla successfully hits Katsuya with Blackout.
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Layla 0/-------/-----==|=======\=------\1 Katsuya
Katsuya has an evil grin of his own as he feels the impact with Layla's jaw, and the movement of bone. He doesn't dwell on it for long, though. The kabuki dancer isn't the only one who wants to hurry things up. Katsuya strides in toward Layla, not caring that she's taking some time to straighten out her jaw. She manages to do it, though, and then as he's getting ready for a strike of his own, she suddenly charges right into him, knocking him off balance with her shoulder. Katsuya manages to brace one leg and start to push back, but that's when she slams a fist into his gut, knocking the wind out of him before keeping him from getting it back by strangling him.
The yakuza grabs at his throat, trying to pry free of Layla. When this doesn't work he suddenly leans back, then lunges forward while twisting to one side. This finally manages to break him free, letting him stumble away while coughing for breath and rubbing at the red lines on his neck. The yakuza gulps down some air, spinning around to glare at Layla. But he doesn't attack again just yet... he needs a moment here.
COMBATSYS: Katsuya gains composure.
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Layla 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Katsuya
A slippered foot stomps down upon the marble beneath hard enough to create spider cracks. Layla is grinding her teeth and straining that injured jaw more and more. The pain it causes her generates anger, and the anger it causes generates pain. A sane person would stop, but she's just working herself into a blood frenzy like she usually does. She wanted nothing more than to see this guy broken and bleeding at her feet.
She viciously pulls the chain taut between her hands, metal links squealing in distress as she vents her rage at not being able to strangle him on them. Finally... she says something again... jaw cracking as she does so, "Die."
It's apparently not a request either, as she barrels across the marble floor at him again as hard as she can go. But this time, she's not using her body to attack him. Instead, she lashes out at one of the statues lining the edge of the stage - likely a bust of someone important her ignorant mind could care less about - and litterally rends it asunder with a vicious yank and begins swinging it over head like a makeshift morning star. She finally swings downward, dragging the statue's weight down with all of the strength her wholely unfeminine arms can muster... attempting to smash the stage and possibly Katsuya beneath its weight!
COMBATSYS: Katsuya blocks Layla's Huge Thrown Object.
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Layla 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\1 Katsuya
Katsuya's eyes widen as Layla comes in swinging the statue. He's no stranger to using random things nearby as weapons, but those are some heavy statues. He's not able to get completely out of the way in time, so he brings his arms up, pushing the statue to the side as it impacts with him. The force still sends a jolt of pain shooting down his arms, but he's able to deflect the statue so that most of the weight crashes directly into the floor, rather than transferring the impact through Katsuya's body first.
And with the pain still shooting through his arms, Katsuya decides not to throw another punch right at this moment. Instead he turns about and brings his leg up, sending a kick sweeping toward Layla's side, aiming for the base of her ribs. While trying not to trip over the statue, bits of statue, or bits of floor scattered about by the statue smashing into the floor.
COMBATSYS: Katsuya successfully hits Layla with Medium Kick.
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Layla 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\1 Katsuya
"GRRRRRRRRR!!!" A deep, animalistic, growl comes from the dark-skinned thug wearing pretty little noble's dress that totally didn't suit her. It comes right on the tailed end of her attempting - and faiing - to flatten Katsuya with that bust of Who'sHisFace. If that sudden statue flinging indicated anything to anyone, it might well have been that she is very much closer to a Gorrila than a human being. At least when it came to fighting.
The audience is gasping again, but this time out of very real fear for their lives! If that statue had have been flung accidentally into the audience - the world might have actually lost a snooty fat wallet or two. And that would be a damned sin, wouldn't it? Clearly upper management is going to be calling their Public Relations people soon. Possibly their lawyers too.
Meanwhile, muffled laughter erupts from the Kabuki dancer again, who apparently hadn't even moved from where he stood. This despite the fact that the broken statue's pillar, from which that bust was snatched, stood right behind him. He could have easily been clobbered. "Hehehe... yes! This is how real men FIGHT!" Women too, obviously. "Hahaha... I like this one...", he strokes his chin and tilts his head back just a touch... rose-colored braid trailing across the marble floor and right off the stage. "Come on! One of youuuuuuuuuuuuuu...", he falls into his prior flat-footed stance again.... before swinging his hair wildly and -slamming- it back into the marble stage with a -crack-. Did that shit just break?! Apparently it did, the golden hair ornament that held it all together's what did it. "...KILL!!!"
Killkillkill was pretty much all that was going through Layla's mind, in fact, even whilst Katsuya was moving in to smash her ribs with yet another crack of bone! The impact is strong enough to send her staggering, grasping at her side, wincing. ... But it isn't enough to prevent her from running right back in and responding with a stomp aimed for his foot. If this succeeds, she'll the follow it up with a hard body shot with her fist to stun him. From there, she'll attempt to wrap that chain around the back of his neck and throw him to the ground before finally stomping at his spine!
COMBATSYS: Katsuya blocks Layla's Beat Yo' Ass!.
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Layla 0/-------/---====|=======\==-----\1 Katsuya
Layla manages to stomp on Katsuya's foot, but it doesn't bother him as much as one might think. While his shoes might look like something more suited to fancy parties than fighting, they happen to have steel toes. Useful on both offense and defense. Which isn't to say it doesn't hurt, but it's not enough to break his guard. And so Layla's punch fails to land cleanly and knock the wind out of him for a moment. A good thing, too, because Katsuya has no intention of getting that chain wrapped around his neck again.
While she's getting the chain ready, Katsuya is stepping in to slam his fist up and into her stomach. The intent is to get her to double over at least a bit, so he can follow up by bringing an elbow down on the back of her head or neck. He then brings both hands together, sweeping down with a double handed hammer punch, while at the same time bringing his knee up from below to smash Layla between two bone-jarring blows.
COMBATSYS: Layla Toughs Out Katsuya's Mikameji-ryo!
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Layla 1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Katsuya
Layla feels her foot make solid contact with Katsuya's foot, and there's even a satisfying -crunch- to go with it! But instead of enjoying it, she frowns... because she knows it wasn't his bones that reported. It was his metal toes. The very fact that she failed to do the damage she intended might have been enough to set her off. But missing her shot at a solid punch, and failing to get that chain around his neck?!
It's enough to break her mind really, and it does. You could almost literally hear the sound of her last vestige's of sanity shattering as he plows his fist right into her stomach and knocks the air out of her, possibly breaking her ribcage, and causing her to hack up blood. But it doesn't stop there, as the white floods her vision her skull, neck, and body are bounced around by swift consecutive hits that finally send her to the floor.
Most people would stay there and wait for an ambulance to come collect their pieces and wheel them off to the ER.
Layla is not most people. ... For a good few moments, Katsuya, and the audience, might be lead to believe she's out. Might be, because she doesn't even so much as twitch in the pool of her own blood and sweat she's staining her pretty gown with. ... But then... the lights come back on upstairs, and with bleary vision she pulls herself up once more. ... This bitch is like a zombie she is... and looks the part too by the way she snarls at him through her glazed over eyes. She stumbles forward, slowly at first, and then suddenly goes full dart at him again as she attempts to grab onto his clothing. Any bit of clothing, really, before she falls again. She'll then just try to keep barreling forward hard as she can go until... one or both of them slams into the remaining statue behind! Unless he manages to stop her somehow that is...
COMBATSYS: Layla successfully hits Katsuya with Reckless Charge.
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Katsuya gets grabbed by Layla and dragged off his feet... and he can see what's coming. So he unleashes everything he can on her trying to stop her before she manages to slam him into, and probably through, that statue. Unfortunately, in her current state it turns out to not be enough, regardless of what he manages to dish out. Still, he tries exchanging grapples with her, trying to get a hand around her throat, digging his thumb into her windpipe. And at the same time using his free hand to hammer away at her side, trying to make her stumble, or break her grip, or SOMETHING.
Unfortunately, it's not enough to stop her. Katsuya gets in one last swing, and that's about the last thing he's concious of for a while, after he goes head-first through the statue, in an explosion of stone fragments and dust. The yakuza keeps going for a short distance beyond that, thumping off the ground once before quickly rolling to a halt.
COMBATSYS: Katsuya can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Katsuya successfully hits Layla with Hamonjo.
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COMBATSYS: Layla takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Layla can no longer fight.
Yes, unfortunately for Katsuya... in the mental state Layla is in nothing short of an absolutely crippling hit would stop her. She wasn't just damned determined to plow him through the statue, she was lost to an all-consuming rage that briefly made her impervious to pain. The tugging, and tearing, at her dress as he tries to grapple her doesn't even provoke a flinch. The hand around her throat, successful enough to briefly cut off her air, causing her legs to tremor and for her to stagger with him but she ultimately keeps right on plowing like a mindless, automated, tractor gathering wheat with a busted wheel.
Finally, the last jarring swing to her neck comes and she stumbles and losing her footing. But it doesn't stop the momentum she's generated. It literally carries them both right off the stage and into the audience with an explosion of marble chunks and dust. People nearest the stage scream, even run, as Layla herself flies right into a table and completely destroys it. Statue pieces fly everywhere and Katsuya...? Hells if she knows, she is officially knocked the fuck out.
Another fit of riotous laughter escapes the Kabuki dance as he watches the entire thing from afar. He slaps his knees, twice, before curling a gauntleted fist and shaking it in the air softly with a sneer at the cowardice displayed by the first audience member who screams. Despite this, the deathly pale demons mask retains its unblinking snarl. "...Such passion for destruction!" That fist unclenched and he fans it slowly in the general direction of the shit that just went down. "Who cannot love this?!" A pause, as the audience stares at him in frightened silence. The sound of glasses clinking comes as a waiter bearing wine glasses upon a tray trembles nearby. Finally, he drops his hand and leaps off of the stage. "Feh... weaklings... these dances have been too good for you." Both his and the fighters.
Log created on 17:52:02 05/28/2013 by Layla, and last modified on 18:01:22 05/29/2013.