Description: Urien, deciding to test out the mettle of his latest battle suit's durability, decides to track down the Lone Wolf for a very personal interview.
%In west Southtown, born and raised, the dojo was where Terry spent most of his days. Today, though, the Hungry Wolf was chilling out at the basketball court, shooting some hoops. It's a bright, sunny day in Southtown. The children are out in the streets playing and pick-up games are starting to, well, pick up.
Terry reflects that this afternoon is the longest he's done anything that hasn't resulted in a brawl. He seems to be enjoying it.
The dull roar of a powerful engine does pierce through the otherwise solemn evening. The sleek black car with mirrored windows certainly doesn't belong in such a high class neighborhood. It comes to a rest adjacent to the basketball hoop, before the rear window sluggishly rolls down. A large elbow props out, Urien's massive form leaning to peer around. He's wearing a fine blue suit with black pinstripes, mirrored shades perched before slicked-back hair. Terry, unsurprisingly, is the target of his attention. "Yes. It's him." he agrees to nobody visible, before pushing open the door. Stepping up to his imposing height, his heel kicks it shut. "Well, well. The living legend. The Hungry Wolf. Terry Bogard!" Arms open, as if he was meeting some Hollywood celebrity. Although the grin he wears is every bit as predatory as Terry's namesake...
Terry takes one last shot as the car door opens, and raises an open hand to get the rebound as Urien calls his name. Bogard raises an eyebrow underneath the brim of his signature ballcap as he grips the ball between both hands. He makes no move towards the stranger, however. The suit's body language all but screams trouble.
"That's me," he says politely. "Can I do something for you, Mister...?" He doesn't know this guy; a name may or may not help.
Hands settle within pockets as Urien approaches. His footsteps seem unnaturally heavy even for someone of his size. "Call me Mr. Brown. Entrepreneur. I'm interested in the famous fighters of the world..." He would come to a stop about a meter from Terry, uncomfortably close as he peers down from his greater height. Before he extends a hand, fingers splaying invitingly, desiring a shake. That grin widening even further. He'd not ring any bells at all; the only true information on the G-Project head is within his transformed state, where he's not only starkly different in color, but... also in clothing.
Terry is alert, but still polite as he shakes Urien's hand. "Ah," he says neutrally. He keeps his eyes locked on the larger man as the two shake. The man's answer wasn't much of one. Despite the warning flags, the Southtowner is surprisingly relaxed.
"I guess I'd qualify," the fighter replies honestly. "So what can I do for you," he repeats.
Urien's grip is at first mundane, but near the end it becomes something much more. An incredible physique demonstrated, clenching hard. He might have more sheer physical ability than Terry himself -- not a small achievement, even if hardly his defining quality. But it would let go without incident, or any risk of meaningful discomfort or possible damage. "I'd just like to interview you, Mr. Bogard. Is that okay? Ah... may I?" He holds up his hands, apparently desiring the basketball.
Terry's not sold on it, but he knows how to poker-face politely. Urien is, perhaps shockingly, not being entirely honest; the man's grip is a bit /too/ strong for a business man. If Urien decides to throw down, then Terry is ready for that as well. He grins a bit as the larger man asks for the basketball.
"Sure," the Wolf says as he flips the rock to Urien, "Why not?"
The ball is caught by Urien, who looks it over carefully. "Basketball. Created by Dr. James Naismith for his YMCA class on rainy days in 1891. Did you know it was originally played with a soccer ball?" A lazy few bounces are done. "Heh...! I was taught to excel at every sport. But this was never one of my favorites!" Suddenly slipping one foot forward, Urien brings the basketball back behind, palmed in his large hand. Before hurling it with a staggering display of power. It shoots like a rocket, impacting the backboard so hard it explodes in a great WAMPF of air, denting it heavily and tilting the entire backboard a good two inches upwards. "Ah... my apologies." Digging out a wallet, he flicks two hundreds to drift to the ground in front of Terry. "So... shall we begin the interview...?"
Terry lets out a heavy sigh as he watches the ball explode and the backboard get wrecked. He regards Urien with a level stare as he adjusts his stance subtly. He doesn't reach for the money, gives no indication that it is even there.
"Sure," he says again, in the same tone of voice. "Why not?"
Apparently he is willing to wait for the taller man to make the first move.
"Good. I think you know how this interview will be conducted." Suddenly the air begins to shimmer around Urien, a dense and powerful chi opened up. Before there's a great, cyclone-like eruption of buffeting wind. His suit strains, creeks, and a few stitches are popped free. One arm is entirely torn off and lost in a whirlwind. But slowly his skin darkens to a deep, inhuman bronze, hair and eyes turning dark white in a flicker. "Glorious!!" he states, cackling gleefully. "It survived!! Take that, you useless bastard!!" Whoever he's talking to isn't known, but his frown is apologetic. "Ah... sorry. I almost forgot."
He then rears back, and twists his entire body into a savage punch aimed at slamming directly into the side of Terry's face.
COMBATSYS: Urien has started a fight here.
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Urien 0/-------/------=|
COMBATSYS: Terry has wandered into the fight here.
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Urien 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Terry
COMBATSYS: Terry fails to interrupt Fierce Punch from Urien with Rising Tackle.
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Urien 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Terry
"Yeah," he says a bit sarcastically, "I think I have an idea." He doesn't reply to Urien's comments about something surviving. That's a matter for later. Terry is lunging towards Urien, preparing to drop into some kind of crouch.
Urien's fist, however, beats him to the punch. Terry takes the wild strike cleanly, forcing him back a couple of steps. He wipes a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, keeping his eyes locked on Urien.
"Ohhh?! I hit!" Urien sounds tickled pink, really. Slowly he cracks his neck to the side, broad shoulders rolling. His suit still seems to be shimmering and rippling, another tear running up the calf of the pants. "Come...! I've always wanted to see how strong the man who defeated Geese Howard is!" Shooting forward, he then brings both arms in an attempt to slam home on Terry's hips. With the intent of hefting him upwards with a roar, twisting him upside-down to slam back upon the basketball court with ground-splintering force!!
COMBATSYS: Terry blocks Urien's Spartan Drop.
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Urien 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0 Terry
Terry surges for Urien, shoving hard against the grab in order to arrest the larger man's momentum before finally forcing him back. "You and everyone else," Terry thinks as he takes a single step back, reaching for his own chi as he does so.
"COME ON!" he challenges as he pulls a hand back and launches himself at Urien. Blazing red chi whips around his fist as he slams it towards Urien's chest.
"BURN KNUCKLE!"
COMBATSYS: Urien endures Terry's Burn Knuckle.
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Urien 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Terry
Bringing up his arms sharply, Urien simply stands there in what seems to be a vulnerable pose. That grin remains plastered on his face even as one of the most famous assaults in the world revs up and then shrieks out. It impacts dead center in the monolithic G-Project leader's chest. He's sent skidding back a meter, but is already shifting forward. It would feel to Terry like he just punched a slab of steel. A brutal clothesline attempts to strike Terry in the face, roaring as he tries to send him flat upon his back. The front of Urien's suit has exploded, buttons littering the floor and leaving his undershirt torn and barely intact. "C'mon... what was that?!"
COMBATSYS: Terry blocks Urien's Strong Punch.
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Urien 0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1 Terry
Terry brings a forearm up to parry the punch, ducking under the clothesline to let the man pass. "Fine," he mutters, "Have it your way." He pivots, not even waiting for Urien to stop.
He pulls in more chi, gathering it into his fist once more. "OVERSHOOT" Terry drives forward, aiming to plant a shoulder in Urien's back before lashing out with a vicious uppercut. Using the motion of the uppercut, Terry pivots in place, focusing his power into the fist as he drops into a crouch.
The fist connects with the blacktop of the court, there is a crunch as his fist embeds itself slightly, followed by a spark. The flash of light surges into an explosive gout of chi energy that splashes towards Urien, "GEYSER!"
COMBATSYS: Terry successfully hits Urien with Overshoot Geyser.
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Urien 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Terry
An attempt is made by Urien to bring up his forearms, but the downwards punch tears through. Raked across the chest, the explosion takes part point blank, erupting upwards and engulfing Urien entirely. He's sent skidding backwards a few meters, before twisting and falling to a kneel, catching himself on the ground. The inferno of chi whirls and flickers, subsiding as he rises. Now the G-Project head's entire upper body is bared, only a few fragments of cloth upon a shoulder and sleeve. "Damnit." That won't do at all. Especially given the tear on his leg has reached his hip. "Hnnn..." Twisting to face Terry, both arms flow backwards, gathering dark, whirling chi. "DIE!!" Hurling his palms forward, a heavy gravitational ball is sent flying at Terry, every bit as fast and powerful as the basketball he flung at the onset!
COMBATSYS: Terry slows Charged Metallic Sphere from Urien with Power Wave.
Glancing Hit
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Urien 0/-------/=======|>>-----\-------\0 Terry
"Um, no," Terry says as he keeps his crouch. "POWAH WAVE!" he calls out, striking the ground with the other fist. A wave of chi sweeps across the ground towards the dark sphere, smashing into it.
Urien's blast plows through the Power Wave, slowing only a little before smashing into Bogard, driving the Lone Wolf back several feet. His eyes still have fire in them, however, as he draws himself up into a fighting stance.
Truthfully, Urien is surprised by how well he's doing. He wasn't expecting to beat the Lone Wolf... but the thrill of battle is rushing through him, fueling his arrogance. Of course he can. He's a God. Perhaps Terry's power is in his will... against Urien, he has no unbreaking drive for success, after all!! Crouching down, he then leaps into the air with a great crack of the ground. Before descending with both knees, increasing his weight significantly in a crackle of energy as he tries to impact Terry like a metallic comet!
COMBATSYS: Urien successfully hits Terry with Violence Knee Drop.
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Urien 1/-------/=======|>>>>>--\-------\0 Terry
Terry doesn't get his guard up in time as Urien crashes into him, driving Terry to the pavement. He rolls to one side, before pushing up off of the ground. He backs off for once, getting some space between himself and Urien. Not that it will do a whole lot of good; the larger man has repeatedly demonstrated agility that belies his size.
Bogard tries to calm himself, and recenter as he waits for the next move.
COMBATSYS: Terry gains composure.
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Urien 1/-------/=======|>>>----\-------\0 Terry
Rather more slow to rise, Urien turns to face Terry once more. And then, like a jackal who senses blood, he becomes more wild. "Heh...!!" Rushing forward, Urien kicks up a spray of asphalt, increasing his mass once more as he rushes at Terry shoulder first; intent on slamming into him with destructive force, snarling out. "BREAK!!" It seems trying to back off hasn't ceded his momentum at all!
COMBATSYS: Terry just-defends Urien's Chariot Tackle!
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Urien 1/-------/=======|>>>----\-------\0 Terry
Terry plants his feet, receiving the charge cleanly. Urien's momentum is nothing short of insane, driving the Wolf of Southtown back on his heels. Despite the distance of the skid, Terry seems unharmed by the shoulder block. "My turn," he says, driving forward into his own shoulder charge as he kicks up a rooster tail of dust and debris. "POWER CHARGE!"
COMBATSYS: Urien just-defends Terry's Power Charge!
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Urien 1/-------/=======|>>-----\-------\0 Terry
Urien twists away as his inertia is drained by Terry, a "Tch." leaving his lips as he crosses his arms and then snaps them open. "AEGIS REFLECTOR!!" A great wall erupts into being, crackling heavily as Terry slams into it. For a few moments there's a battle of kinetic force, but then with a hiss the shield vanishes, and Terry's assault snuffs out. "Hahaha!!" Sliding forward with his foot, Urien then swings. A more compact and quicker ball of energy flies out, arced slightly upwards with the intent of slamming right into Terry's face!
COMBATSYS: Urien successfully hits Terry with Metallic Sphere.
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Urien 1/------=/=======|>>>>>--\-------\0 Terry
Terry is again too slow to stop the blast from slamming Terry in the brainpan. He arcs into the air before crashing roughly on the now-ruined court. He stares at the sky for a moment, considering his next move before kicking to his feet.
He reaches out to the earth, gathering the chi around him to prepare for his next strike!
COMBATSYS: Terry calls upon the energy of the Earth.
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Urien 1/------=/=======|>>>>>>>\>------\1 Terry
"Tch...!!" Urien states, rolling his shoulders. So far he still has one pants leg intact. That's something, right? Spitting to the side, he then regathers himself and crouches down. And then kicks forward, shooting his arms up to lock behind Terry's neck. Intent on unleashing a brutal series of knees towards the Lone Wolf's face, with the intent of whirling around and trying to hurl him away towards the bent basketball hoop!!
COMBATSYS: Terry interrupts Fierce Combo from Urien with Crack Shoot EX.
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Urien 1/----===/=======|=====--\-------\0 Terry
Terry pulls away from Urien's grapple, feeling the muscles in his neck protest as he does so. He doesn't dwell on it for too long, however, lurching into a forward somersault. "CRACK SHOOT!"
Terry slams the heel of his left foot into Urien's neck and shoulder area with crushing force before stepping back lightly. His breathing is a little heavy at this point; while Terry has fought for most of his life, there is no activity that kills endurance more that a fight does.
"...!!" Terry's blow strikes clean, without any defense from Urien. He's sent crashing on his back, a gout of blood spurting into the air. Finally, the great titan is brought down! But he's laughing then, lifting his legs a moment before slamming heels upon the ground hard enough to sink in a good inch. And then he uses that leverage to arch forward, arms limply lolling before him. "Not bad...! I felt that one!!" And then he twists around, lunging out the heel of his foot, a twisting slam attempting to hit Terry right in the ribs with hopefully bone-cracking force
COMBATSYS: Terry interrupts Medium Kick from Urien with Power Dunk.
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Urien 1/-======/=======|======-\-------\0 Terry
Terry lunges at Urien as the kick smashes into his ribs. His ribcage groans in protest as Terry drives his shoulder into Urien's midsection to launch the titan. "POWAH!" Terry leaps after Urien, gathering chi to his fist.
"DUNK!" Terry slams the fist into Urien's sterum, driving the larger man to the pavement with meteoric force!
It's probably much harder than it should be to launch Urien upwards; parting from the earth grudgingly, and slamming hard into the ground with the fist rippling chi around him. The last of ihs pants are finally lost to the violent motions, leaving him in naught but his battle speedo. "Hah..." And then a foot presses to Terry, kicking him away as his laughter grows. "HAHAHA...!! Yes!! This is what I wanted from this interview, Mr. Bogard...!" Raising up, body dented heavily from the last two blows, dense chi begins to build within him. "A battle for the strongest should not end any other way...!!" Black lightning rippling up his arms, both are then raised, ball of energy coalescing between. "TEMPORAL THUNDER!!" And then with a great CRACK that breaks the ground around him, he sends the shrieking projectile straight towards Terry. With more than enough force to hit him, and carry him all the way to the black parked car with explosive force!
COMBATSYS: Urien successfully hits Terry with Temporal Thunder.
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Urien 0/-------/----===|=======\=------\1 Terry
The sphere of black lightning slams into Terry with explosive force, throwing him back into the parked car. The car however proves not quite sufficient to stop the flight of Terry, rolling over onto its side and pitching the one-time King of Fighters to the ground gracelessly.
The dust clears, and Terry is on one knee. "This ain't over yet," he growls as he jumps the car, driving his fist into the pavement once more. Chi flares up one more time. "POWAAAHHHHH!"
The flare of energy is immense as it lashes out at Urien. "GEYSAH!"
COMBATSYS: Terry can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Urien endures Terry's Power Geyser+.
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Urien strides forward, panting heavily. "Come... Etch it into my form, Mr. Bogard!! Your true power!!" And indeed, there's absolutely no attempt to defend himself. It impacts Urien full on, losing him in the great wall of energy that blasts past, rocking the ground and sending curling, acrid black smoke into the air. But almost immediately, Urien lunges through, stamping down before Terry. His fist is raised... but then thumps down, right upon Terry's shoulder. A pat.
"Heh... Heheheheh...!! You've lost your edge, Lone Wolf." He's smoking all the same, but it's clear who triumphed in this fight. "I'll consider our interview concluded...!!" Walking over to the car, Urien grips the edge and then grunts, flipping it back to it's wheels. The driver's window, covered in cracks, rolls down as the driver peeks out. Urien simply throws him a thumb's up, the word leaving his lips before he catches himself.
"Excellent~"
Terry watches the man go. The fight is over and his body is not at all moving like he's telling it to, so he stays on that knee, gasping for air. Perhaps it's time to hit the dojo again.
Something tells him that a storm is coming to Southtown, and Urien was just the warning rumble of thunder...
Log created on 19:13:16 06/13/2013 by Urien, and last modified on 21:40:11 06/13/2013.