Description: Nagase is having a bad week, having been screwed out of two critical missions nearly by unforeseen circumstances. To make matters worse? Shadaloo has sent a ground man to investigate the ground game in Southtown and find out Duke's plans. That man, is none other than champion bruiser himself Mike Bison! This can't end too well for Nagase...
Southtown, Chinatown Market -
It's a busy day out here in the Chinatown Market, the streets are literally overflowing with the enthusiasm of residents and tourists alike. The sun is high at the twelve o'clock position, the mid-day's heat bearing down upon all gathered with equal intensity. There's very little natural wind here, even on a particularly windy day - as both the size and proximity of the buildings to one other in this area make it quite difficult to penetrate. That's why, lining virtually every stall that can afford it there are fans going - either natural or mechanica;. In the case of at least one very nice jewelry stall, it's a bevy of beautifully women covered minimally with feathers and bearing oversized fans. They're there to pander to customers in every way. There are no cars here, at least not where the market stalls are... it's far too tightly packed. For that reason, most everyone is either on foot or on bicycle...
Throughout the streets here, various sounds, sights, and smells combine to form an almost dizzying atmosphere of constant distraction. Stall hawkers are crying out to potential customers to view their wares, the smell of fried foods and steamed vegetables, even sweets over hot stoves, and a cacophony of conversation... it's all here.
Most people seem to be staying clearly away from the nearby alleys though, where the potential pick pockets or a shady good seller wait in the shadows for a potential mark to wander just close enough. ... In the back of one very barren alley in particular, near that very jewelry stall serving eager fat wallets, a darkly-dressed female sits atop a large, steel, waste bin. She's dressed head-to-toe in wine reds and black with a foxtail of similarly-colored hair, and a pair of rose-colored shades. Danging from her left guantleted hand, held firmly from between two index fingers, is a length of fine silver chain she's eyeing. In the other hand, a cell phone. She's got her back to the wall, talking in a somewhat hushed tone... it'd be hard to hear if you weren't within a few feet of her. "...No, I don't think you heard what I said... it has to be under the radar..." Suspicious words indeed. If one managed to be within earshot long enough, they might hear a conversation about setting up an 'ants nest' in greener pastures... preferably on he other end of town? Could it be gibberish, or was it code for something more nefarious...
Mike Bison is not typically the man anyone in their right mind sends to do recon. While it's arguable that Vega was ever in his right mind, and the criminal underworld is even more in disarray with his apparent death, that general rule changes dramatically when the landscape one wants to reconnoiter happens to be a gang war. He's briefed on tactics and dossiers, but doesn't retain any of it; Bison has a knack for faces, body language: he'll remember the affiliates of Kain and the Syndicate, he's known some of them a long time. In the very violent sense.
The brawler's approach to digging up dirt on operations in the city amounts to little more than strong-arm tactics and hapless determination. It gets him in the right neighborhood; the fucking bling gets him the rest of the way there. It's the nearby jewelery stores that lead him down the alleyway, several pounds heavier and numerous yen lighter in the wallet, having added at least two ridiculously overstated golden rings and an ornately knit gold chain to match-- in addition to others he was already wearing, of course, along with the grey wifebeater and black track pants over running shoes.
Bison's eyes are shaded, but his bearing all but unmissable: 6'6" of angry muscle, cracking his neck and all but literally asking for trouble. The unexpected part is it coming in the form of a tiny (relatively speaking) ninja; even with the (oh so useful) briefing of some of the finest covert agents operating in Southtown today, Mike pauses at the other end of that alley to rummage in a pocket for several ruffled photographs, taking time to quite blatantly compare one to Nagase as she talks on the phone. He even squints a little.
"It isn't... h-hold on, I'll call you back later...", Nagase replies to the voice on the other end of the line, before snapping her phone shut. Judging from the looks of it, it's a cheap disposable phone like you might buy at one of the cheap-ass corner stores nearby. It's solid black - not her favorite color but good for blending into the shade - and its quickly stuffed into a pocket on the front of her black overshirt. The cybernetic ninja's keen, sanguine, eyes train on the monsterous form of Bison across the alleyway as he enters it... and her gears are turning. She has no indication of why he was here, yet, but she knew him. His public identity, and perhaps a bit of his private one too. After all, the Syndicate had their own intelligence networks. They weren't as all pervasive, or as penetrating, as Shadaloo's... but they were effective.
"...Nice duds you got there...", comes her soft voice in a very cautious tone, even if she clearly isn't eyeing his 'duds'. She's initiating conversation, trying to figure out if he's really just wandering in here or if there's some ulterior motive. Considering they're both in a dark alley most sane persons would never enter willingly, she's leaning towards the latter. ... Especially as he had fished out a photograph she can't quite see just moments prior.
Whilst she waits for his answer, she rises up off the steel disposal unit she's currently seated on top of. She rises to a kneeling position slowly, right hand moving downward to where it would be easier to unsheath the tanto blades at her backside if she needed to. ... She's weighing her options too. An outright fight against Bison would be dangerous, and the rooftops in this area were pretty high...
"Don't fuckin' run, girlie." Bison can smell it, almost taste it, like he sees it before he even looks back up from the photograph that last time; around the time Nagase herself feels it. Fight or flight. Everyone feels it-- some folks, they say you're ruled by it. Mike Bison snorts the stuff like cocaine, lets it go right to his head. He snaps off his glasses, and flexes his neck, and the overmuscled thug's eyes all but pop out of his head with glowering, veiny excitement. "It gets me all riled up."
.. "You work for some real bad people, little girl." Somehow, it's hard to measure the menacing observation as anything approaching moral outrage. Mike flexes one massive meathook into the palm of the other, crunching that fist with formidable force in a pronounced whoomp that punctuates a steady, strong stride forward. White teeth, some all but inevitably fakes, shine bright behind a grin as insincere and showy as the Vegas strip herself; there's no humor there, good or otherwise. "Southtown's changed, you know. Ain't like it was back in the day your boys ran the show. Ain't like it was before it got tore /up/."
The grinning glower advances several more steps, challenging.. but unhurried. Like he's expecting Nagase to sprint at any instant-- and be easy quarry. He's not as observant as some, but then he also lacks the handy onboard computer. "Like you're gonna if you don't give me real good reasons."
COMBATSYS: M.Bison has started a fight here.
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Nagase's eyes narrowed progressively more and more as the Shadaloo thug approached her, making it plain as day he was here on 'official business'. You could almost her hear gears grinding to a halt, as if Bison had hurled a wrench into them. Or perhaps a meaty fist. Her sanguineeyes close, briefly, and brows furrow as frustration sets in. Too much was going wrong for her already here. No one was taking the bait she'd laid out so far in her attempts to gather allies and establish strongholds, she'd even been chased away recently in a shameful manner. By someone she considered a lesser at that. And now, someone may have turned her in to Shadalooo...
Despite Bison's intimidating routine, she hardly seems to cower... instead just taking it all in. Well for Bison, it was more of a natural swagger than a routine. A man of his enormous size, and even more enormous talent, knew exactly what he was capable of. That's why, she doesn't try the intimidating rhetoric herself... she knows it won't work. Instead, she simply slips that silver chain she was holding into a pocket and replies plainly, "...You sure do know a lot, for a meathead..."
It's at this point, she leaps from the lid of the steel disposal with a dull thud... landing approximately ten feet from him. A distance either could probably close in an instant. And she straightens, dusting the rear of her overshirt in a seemingly flippant manner. "Well... I'm just going to assume you're either here for information or to get punched. Since I'm not too inclined to share, I'll treat you to the latter...", and she gives a soft tug at her black neck scarf, glossy yellow lips turning slowly into a seemingly amused smirk as her sanguine eyes lock with his momentarily. "Try to keep up...!"
...And with that, she leans lows to the ground and darts toward him as fast as her leggs will carry. Once she's within kicking range, she kicks off the dusty alleyway ground... and a scraping of gravel comes as she inverts herself in mid-air, hands hitting the ground, before attempting to plant her foot directly into his chin!
COMBATSYS: Nagase has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Medium Kick from Nagase with Medium Punch.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Nagase 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 M.Bison
It's not like this is the first time Mike Bison has come up against a 'cute little number' (which, incidently, he mutters with a chuckle as she states her position) who could hold her weight-- and then some. Who didn't flinch when he threatened to beat them senseless; who knew how to throw a punch. Or, in this case, a kick. Nope, he'd run into their kind a lot in his days working this gig, and the tourney circuits-- sometimes, it seemed like the superpowered schoolkids were -everywhere-, in fact. It doesn't shock him, but it does elevate the sadistic brawler's spirits just that little bit. Maybe there's some entertainment to be had with this shit assignment, after all.
Bison doesn't bother to argue further, not right away; the post he strikes is distinctly bored. Inviting the assault, almost too welcoming of the inevitable offense the Syndicate agent takes to his vindictive goading. "Dumb bitch." It comes out instants after his right fist, a low uppercut dropped straight into Nagase's midsection at nearly the pitch-perfect instant her foot glances off his steel jaw, intent on /launching/ the slip of a girl right back the way she came, to that alleyway wall.
Mike Bison just keeps lazily stalking forward, fixing the crooked rings knocked ajar from where they ricocheted off Nagase's bony ass. "You're real inclined to share, you just don't know it yet. Makes this more fun for at least one of us. Hope your boss gave you real good fuckin' dental." There's a singular report as expectorate splatters out to Mike's right side, the hateful loogie running down the wall behind him as he continues after Duke's ninja spy.
*WHAM* Nagase feels her sternum get SMASHED by one of Bison's meaty fists, and it not only knocks the breath out of her... its a pain like she had not felt in a very long time! Like one of her lungs might have collapsed, and maybe... they almost did.
The fox haired kunoichi immediately attempts to roll back into a practiced backflip intended to carry her a safe distance away. She manages the first bit, delicate-looking hands going flat against the ground as she launches herself away. But she's already so dazed and breathless from that -one- hit, the rest turns into a clumsy tumble instead. Her fairly expensive designer clothes are immediately torn up and dirtied by the gravel. ... But, despite the clumsy roll, she scrambles to her knees... snarling through her pristine, pearly white, teeth at the Shadaloo enforcer. "...I think that... tickled..." Who was she shitting?? Getting hit by Mike Bison was like getting bitch-slapped by an eighteen wheeler.
A cough comes, as she rises to her feet unsteadily. Some of the alley dirt had managed to make it in. She then leaps off of the ground, and back onto the steel garbage container defiantly. She isn't running though. "...I'm not the one wanting for brain cells here..." This might seem questionable, however, as she appears to intent on trying to assault him again. But not before insulting him further to dig her own grave, "...You could use a bath too. I guess Shadaloo doesn't take very good care of their dogs...", and she pinches the bridge of her tiny nose with a gauntleted right hand for emphasis before fanning with the left. Her eyes then shift to the wall he spit on just a moment prior, with a look of genuine disgust creeping in... glossy yellow lips turning. "...Ugh..."
...Then, she leaps toward a nearby brick wall... kicking off of it with a scraping sound and hurling herself through the air at Bison. "...You disgust me!" If she can get close, fast enough, she'll attempt to grab at his gold chains and drag him front side down. If she can manage that, she'll then attempt to leap onto his backside and kick off into the air. She'll turn a flip, mid-air, before coming right back down with a good, hard, stomp. And burn his backside with firey chi.
COMBATSYS: Nagase successfully hits M.Bison with Nagase Stomp.
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"Yea, yea, yea. You're brave because you think you have some idea how bad it can hurt." Bison speaks the words with the bored assurance of a guy who's been here way too many times before. Defiance is met with defiance, a crack of the neck, a pounding of fists. He prepares to fend off the ninja's wiley attack with his own deft defense, but it's hard for the seasoned fighter to anticipate the deft and unpredictable technique: that, and his chains make a hell of a handhold to drag Bison momentarily, almost comically off balance, as if nearly toppling on Nagase before she tumbles about to his after and kicks off.
Bison's nearly regained his footing by the time she drops, that explosive burst dropping big Mike to one knee, drawing a gritting of teeth and a low, gutteral growl from the boxer as he twists around, face twisted and tight with anger, one meaty hand seeking Nagase's throat. Should he find that purchase, what follows is a series of brutally illegal kidney punches for her side with his free hand, interspersed with violent impacts of a forehead seeking a face, preferably the end of a nose, as headbutt after headbutt joins the party.
The onslaught would be enough to disqualify Bison from any boxing ring, and that's likely not news to him. "What you want my ass to smell nice for you, sweetheart? Gonna make this all better tossing my salad?" The friendly banter makes the combat all the more scintillating.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison dazes Nagase with Violent Clinching!
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Nagase immediately bounds back into the air after making solid contact with Bison's back side, turning a flip that she expects to land her somewhere safe. But she forgot to account for two things, 1) Bison's reach, and 2) Bison's own speed. Almost nobody would take a man of Bison's stature to be all too fast, but they would be horribly mistaken!
"Gkkkkptt!!", comes a choked response from Nagase as one of the boxer's massive fists clenches tightly around her throat. She grabs at the fist with both of her, much smaller, hands and attempts to pry his fingers loose. But it's a futile gesture, the boxer's grip was an iron vice. She's forced to sit pretty as not one but several heavy hits sail into her side, each with the striking power of a truck, and do serious damage to her internals right from the get go. Her painted, yellow, lips turn, eyes wrenching closed and jaw tightening, as the punches jar her about like a rag doll and send pain -indescribable- through her. But even as she begins to feel -something- coming up into her throat still tightly clenched by the angry black man, he is appreciably ruthless. He continues his relentless assault by /breaking/ her nose with several forehead smashes, the final one sending her tumbling back across the dirt.
This time, she does not immediately collect herself. Instead, she sits up just enough to... projectile vomit a stream of blood and probably lunch on to the ground nearby. Her world was spinning so badly, for a few moments, she wasn't all too sure which end was up anymore...
...But finally, she does manage to climb to her feet. More like, stagger. As she wiped the blood from he broken nose oto the back of her hand, she finally had an epiphany: this could very easily kill her, and she had to figure out to escape. "...Fuck... I guess you make up for it in other ways..." 'in other ways' comes out very strained. There's no way to be sure what 'it' is, but she's definitely still being a snarky bitch. "...What the hell do you want, anyway? ... Not like Shadaloo has any business here, surely..." Then again, maybe they did. If Shadaloo was working with Kain, the Syndicate may well be proper fucked.
Pushing off the wall again, she darts at him once more, this time hoping to create an opening. "...What business do you have with me?!" Then, she... vanishes?? in a blur of afterimages... before reapparing infront of him and leveling another kick at his midsection. Should that foot connect, properly, and the assault that follows allowed to ensue... she will unleash a torrent of various chi-powered strikes at his front side. Meanwhile, an afterimage will manifest on his backside and wail on him every bit as hard as the real deal!
COMBATSYS: M.Bison blocks Nagase's Punishment Mode - Mirage Assault.
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Nagase 0/-------/-------|===----\-------\0 M.Bison
There's a second wad of spittle after Nagase is flung clean, back down the alley-- further from freedom, or what Bison perceives as her likely escape route. He then strides in between the Syndicate ninja and that touch of light and bustle of the city street, the brief and utterly brutal exchange having drawn little notice yet... despite its blatantly illegal and destructive nature. Bison's far from done, licking blood that's not his own from his mouth where Nagase's broken face spattered as he pounds his fists together and clenches muscles, each footfall coming like a ton of bricks; the approach of a behemoth.
Bison is forestalled, but not felled, by the ninja's recovery: his defenses rises against more blows than not, stinging chi searing into his arms, accompanied by forceful strokes that batter back his guard. His instincts strike true, however, and even her blurring double receives a shifting shoulder for its troubles, a shoulder that simply flexes out the pain as Bison steps persistently forward once more, seeking to crowd Nagase back against the wall as her scanner continues to, likely, bleep warning about level 9000 and shit.
Still, she spoke the language of his mission for just a second there, and it behooves Bison to utter it back-- such as he does. "Shadaloo's everywhere, fuckshit. What does Duke want with this town? Vengeance? Prove he's better than Geese? Thinks he can hold it, does he? Maybe I don't need info. Maybe you two are just as retarded as it looks to me like you are. And that's fuckin' saying something." He does have flashes of self-awareness. Still, this is hardly the time and place where it's healthy to earn Mike Bison's disgust, dismissal, or disdain; it's good to be worth something to him alive, after all.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison gathers his will.
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Nagase 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\0 M.Bison
There were some initial bleeping sounds, and blurs of motion, on Nagase's rose-tinted lenses since this fight began. But they were warnings about the damage she was either taking, or was about to take, and she didn't need to be told /any of that/. She could feel it in her lopsided and bloodied nose, and nearly shattered ribcage. Thus, they were completely ignored and thoroughly repressed shortly afterward. She still had control over that shit after all, even if she was beginning to lose control of her own body.
Her back shifts toward the wall, as she steps cautiously backward from the massive man whose shadow basically swallowed her whole. A scowl mars hers soft features as the realization dawns that her assault basically amounted to a dirtying of his clothes. Almond-shaped, sanguine, eyes narrow in frustration as she stares up at him from behind the wine red curtain of her hair, "...What do you think?", she practically spits, anger showing in spite of the pain that still wracked her body, "It isn't so hard to figure out why I'm here if you know who I work for, is it?" How he knew /exactly/ who she worked for already frigtened her a bit, perhaps Shadaloo had more of presence here than she'd ever imagined, "...The Syndicate used to own this place..." Used to, surely if he knows who she worked for then he also knows it isn't theirs anymore. "...I don't know /how/ you know so much about our internal situation but..."
She ducks low, dropping to the ground before attempting to sweep his tree-trunk legs right out from under him and send him to the ground. Hopefully that'd give her an opening to escape. "...I am not telling you a damn thing more than you already know!!"
COMBATSYS: M.Bison endures Nagase's Aggressive Strike.
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Nagase 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 M.Bison
In certain circles, a man who doesn't know each of SouthSynd's formidable lieutenants in some manner? Is a man begging to get his skull fractured. Duke's quietly violent foothold in the underworld is something not too many men can accomplish, particularly so quickly... and doubts he did have about their intentions? Well. The boxer scoffs, "Thanks for confi..." it's broken off as she tries to take his legs out from under him, and down Bison does go-- ... into a forward lunge, leaping even as his knee cracks pavement, bloodies and scrapes as his weight drops to it.
The Shadaloo Elite pivots for a stunning blow to Nagase's torso, seeking to knock her back into the wall rather than allow her freedom, just yet. "Just give your boss a message then, tell him SouthSynd ain't the only ones with long memory." A second blow follows up at head level, a fierce right cross looking to blast Nagase back, before the left hand would come out to stabilize her upright. "Lucky girl, all your skills and loyalty, you're just fucking chum in bloody water."
Granted, he would only seek to prop her so he can drill that opposite fist, rings and knuckles galore, square into the ninja's face-- seeking to crush her skull into grimy alley brick at least four more times before he even considers relenting. It's likely something Bison wants Nagase to remember him by; or maybe he just wants to make the right impression on Duke. Mike is a hopeless romantic, it's true. "It's fucking burgertime!" No, he doesn't get the reference.
COMBATSYS: Nagase counters Ultimate Wild Smash from M.Bison with Tricky Rounder.
-+- CALCULATED HIT -+-
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Nagase whirled beneath the falling Bison, turning on her balancing hand and swinging around and out like a squirrel trying to avoid a falling tree. And she does avoid his crashing heft, narrowly, just an instant or two before his knees smash the concrete with a thunderous crack in their descent. She then immediately whirls around in front of him and leaps to her feet before staggering just barely out of the way of the initial body shot. The massive fist adorned with gleaming jewelry skirts her black overshirt, sending both it and her fur skirt aflutter, and hits nothing but air.
The second is ducked, Nagase's blood-colored eyes narrowing as he simultaneously condescends to and insults her. "...Not that I didn't already know that...", comes a very frank reply with a voice still quite strained. Nagase really had issues with her lot in life, being born into a prestigious ninja clan and expected to be an eternal servant for whichever master she got assigned to. At least, until her death. It wasn't something she was pleased with, there simply wasn't a way out of it for her. Yet.
The last punch aimed for head is deflected, deftly, by a steel-reinforced gauntlet... before the singing of metal on metal comes as her tanto are drawn. The kunoichi then lunges forward at Bison, becoming a blur of wine red and black, and makes two swift cross cuts at his midsection before attempting to roll out from beneath him again.
"...Burgertime? I'm sorry, could you clarify? I don't speak moron."
Cutting into Bison is trying to carve pure, steroid-and-chi fueled muscle. He's far from tender game, and the daggers and deft evasions that forestall his revengeance cut only shallow lines of blood and torn, gray cloth as Nagase manages to stay one step ahead of the Elite's rampage. There's only a malevolent grin, face drifting back towards that crazed look that was coached at the beginning of the fight to take the girl's measure, as his fingertips come away bloody from his own midsection.
"It's always the dumbest little whores that act all high 'n mighty." Bison observes, utterly dismissive of the (possibly very fair) derogation of his intelligence. Then again, he's of the sort that tends to have a pretty straightforward 'might makes right' philosophy; it works for him, it works for Vega. Getting killed and/or mauled repeatedly notwithstanding, as we mentioned, it was possibly a very fair assessment. Nonetheless, Bison recquaints himself with the cagey Kunoichi swiftly, flexing his right arm back towards his midsection as he pivots, "Ain't even gonna try to translate into gothic hooker, you'll just have to wait and see what I fuckin' mean!!"
At that point he /erupts/, crossing the distance in more of a flash than a sprint, all but carried through the air by the sheer force and weight of that singular, bling-adorned fist. Again, it's aligned squarely with the ninja girl's fair face-- hitting like he's trying to drive that broken nose through the back of her head and kill her outright. Because nothing looks better on a resume; in his scary, bloody world.
COMBATSYS: Nagase blocks M.Bison's Dash Straight.
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Another frown mars Nagase's soft features as Mike Bison responds with a crazed demeanor and almost complete dismissal of the damage she'd just done. Her soft, almond-shaped, eyes drift to those bloodied fingers of his, and she cautiously steps back. She really should have expected it by now, this guy was turning out to be every bit the absolute monster the data reflected. But there's no harder reality than grabbing the bull, or the Bison in this case, by the horns. Data could only take you so far...
"...Keep your sexual fantasies to yourself...", she replies to his second comment with an edge to her voice, even as her sanguine eyes dart away from Bison and back again in search of a way out. Gauntleted hands tighten, balling into fists, as she brings her arms around in anticipation for that straight that was rocketing toward her with astonishing speed. She brings one of her feet back, conjuring all of her inner strength, bracing herself with her face tucked behind those gauntlets.
-CRACK-
Bison ROARS in toward her, throwing dust, debris, and even a newspaper skyward in his wake and makes solid contact with her reinforced steel bracers. Part of the nearby wall EXPLODES outward from the sheer energy generated by the struggle, her bracers whining mechanically as their external shells begin to crack. Suddenly, her disk system goes haywire... the damage done to it by the monsterous assassin just days earlier is redone by the impact of just -one- of the angry boxer's fists. Her rose-colored lenses become alive with warnings and readouts, a worrisome squealing coming from somewhere inside of her seemingly. Even worse, her arms hurt like a -bitch-!
"...UGGGGH!!! Shut UP!", she seethes, a hiss coming from her parted yellow lips as she drops her guard, before leaping toward that busted up wall again and kicking off toward the higher portion of the opposite one. Is she attempting to escape? No, not quite yet. Instead of bounding up toward the nearest roof top, she leaps off the wall and turns a flip in mid-air before hurling a giant throwing star coated with poison from -somewhere- and backflipping away. Hopefully the projectile will distract him long enough for her to ninja vanish. Maybe?
COMBATSYS: M.Bison interrupts Shooting Star from Nagase with Uppercut Punch.
*KNOCKED AWAY*
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There's a savage, sadistic grin as the shockwave from that gauntlet, the tremor from the bone in Nagase's arm reports with Bison's fist, all his substantial weight behind that bull rush of a punch. He's probably surprised the girl is still standing-- but he doesn't look /upset/ about it. More than he already looked, at least. If anything, there's a disturbing glee in those bloodshot eyes that dart upwards with hyperactive aggression plainly tattooed on dark irises.
As the ninja wall-jumps, the boxing brute displays little fear of the flung blade-- in fact, Mike Bison rushes headlong into the whirling blade, barely flinching as it embeds itself into one meaty shoulder. "Position you're in you'd be better beggin' than demanding." Mike doesn't even seem to feel the acidic bite of ninja neurotoxins in his blood, like he's been ingesting small portions since he was a child; or acquiring a ridiculous resistance to pharmacology some /other/ way.
Bison does roar with the sting, however, and leap up and into the flipping Nagase like an angry rocket, led by one gold-glinting fist. It's worth noting that several gemstones are missing from their settings in his rings; small comfort: the kunoichi will likely not have to pay for that. "Assuming you want to be good for more than fingerpaint."
The burly brawler lands hard out of the leaping uppercut, cracking his knuckles and rising from a three-point crouch that sends tremors through the dusty street, debris fluttering clear of his impact zone.
There's a genuine look of shock etched on the kunoichi's painted face, as the shuriken blade digs in but fails to even stagger the charging Bison. She was never anything less than generous with the potency of her neurotoxins, so for him to take them directly into his blood stream and not even flinch? It just confirmed that he was indeed every bit the monster the data made him out to be.
Being in mid-air has its disadvantages, as Nagase would soon find out. She's left sitting pretty for that moment when the Shadaloo enforcer's gold adorned knuckles embed themselves in her midsection. It not only knocks the air out of her lungs, but it also utterly destroys her ribcage this time... a spray of blood being coughed up right before...
...she sails through he air like a bullet, bursting out of the alley way and into the sunlight before EXPLODING into a hapless food vendors wooden stall. The whole thing just immediately collapses, roof caving in, and sends bystanders running from the stalls with a scream. Now, suddenly, everyone is paying attention to this commotion... and trying to move away from it in a hurry...
Should Bison bother to check the stall, after possibly having to wade through the panicked throngs, he would find the injured kunoichi nowhere to be found. But he might find a clue, perhaps... some useful scrap of infomation he was looking for in the form of a torn piece of paper at the mouth of the alley. The paper reads, in striking pink scribble, "Get Kain, establish foot..."... and the rest is unreadable due, apparently, to pieces of the paper missing...
COMBATSYS: Nagase takes no action.
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M.Bison 0/-------/-======|
Bison is after Nagase the moment she spirals out into the street. He doesn't seem to give two shits about being seen, or roughly shoving an older gentleman out of his way, over a stand, and into a suddenly overturned cart of eggs that spatter everywhere in staccato sploots as the boxer all but rips one wall of that stall /off/. The rickety roof collapses to one side, swaying before detaching and crashing to the ground, astride a terrified vendor, also scrabbling to escape.
Mike ignores him, plucking up the scrap of paper and stuffing it in his pocket, before spitting where the kunoichi apparently impacted. "Always better when they play hard to get." He muses to himself, absently splintering the rest of the poor, terrorized man's stall with an offhand backhand. He picks up a pork bun from another stall without paying, as people cower, and stalks off down the other street; whistling to himself.
COMBATSYS: M.Bison has ended the fight here.
Log created on 23:27:12 06/03/2013 by Nagase, and last modified on 17:40:26 06/07/2013.