Description: The Southtown Siege has begun! Layla Burnier, 2nd in command of the Southtown Siege, and a gaggle of thugs face off against two sudden interlopers: Julia Chang and the legendary Wolf Terry Bogard! Can these two help up clean up the streets of Southtown, or will they get a beatdown of the century?!
Southtown Harbor, Mid-Day,
It's only been a matter of hours since a suspicious-seeming cargo ship pulled into the Southtown Harbor for docking under the cover of darkness. Though the customs agents and harbor protection services were present for what would have seemed to them a routine inspection, it was anything but. Instead of routime inspection, they got ruthless slaughter and a boatful of angry-looking thugs spilling out onto the shore.
It would have been possible to hear the gunfire, general destruction, and police sirens for miles by the time the conflict reached its height. But though the din of that particular conflict eventually quietened to a whisper with the coming of the sun...
The chaos had only just begun.
With the daybreak came the realization for all of Southtown a new war had arrived. Southtown was no stranger to wars between the criminal empires that lurked in its shadows, all too often a gangland scenario or three takes to the streets and the citizens of this fair city would be forced to run away and hide while police and would-be heroes attempt to clean up the trash. This was a somewhat rare occurance, however, having gangs shipped into the city and so blatantly destroying everything in their wake. The Man Hell Spat Out clearly didn't fear reprisals...
...And neither did his men...
...or women as the case happens to be.
In fact, right at this very moment... the ground leader of the Southtown Siege and her new 'boys' just so happen to be on the tail-end of giving a beatdown to some gung-ho blue suits who thought they might be tough enough to take them one. But, the two police officers are soon discarded like trash on the road side by the small mob of men and women gathered here. This was /hardly/ all of the Mad Gear present in the city, however. Even a minor effort at wandering nearest the harbor would show... this place was crawling with scummy thugs.
The scarred, rough-looking, Brazilian female thug is wearing her usual tattered and torn denims again. No sense wasting good clothes on street fights. Standing in her immediate area is an accompaniment of boys and girls, all looking every bit as rough and nasty as she. One of the boys, a thug wearing torn-up blue jeans with blonde ponytail asks, "Hey, you think we should leave 'em here?", before giving one of the fatter cops a swift kick that elicits a groan of pain. ... Another nearby chortles, "Wouldn't that be littering? Hehehe... who gives a rat's ass anyway? What're you stupid? They're cops!"
COMBATSYS: Layla has started a fight here.
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While this is going on, Julia happens to be walking through the Southtown area not too far from where this is taking place. She's here on her own personal business, keeping to herself as she does so, the sound of her boots clicking slightly on the pavement as she walks along. The sounds of the city are simply background noise to her until the noise from the happenings at the harbor shatter the peace. Almost immediately, Julia stops and spins in the general direction of where the strange sounds are coming from. After a moment of debate, she takes off towards the harbor, her boots making even louder and faster clicking sounds as she heads in the direction of the harbor. As soon as she gets closer, she flattens herself against a nearby storage container and peers out from behind it to see what's going on.
And then she sees a familiar face...
"Layla?!"
Julia immediately puts her glasses away and then stares at the woman who was her rival in the tournament, slightly in disbelief that she's a criminal. After a moment, Julia holds her pendant tight and says, "Spirits, give me strength." Before stepping towards Layla. "I never expected to find you here, but since we're here, care for a rematch?" Her voice is dripping with sarcasm as she mentions the last part.
COMBATSYS: Julia has joined the fight here.
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"Eh?!" Layla replies with typical rudeness to the indian woman, head turning from the beatings going on nearby lazily. She wasn't too surprised, they'd been jumped a few times now by wanna-be heroes... but it always turned out the same. That's why Layla is only about the second or third person to lay eyes on Julia. Practically on instinct, the largest of the thugs at the fore... a 6'5'' giant of muscle with balding hair scowls and starts to menace the interloper. "You'd better run home girly... or..."
"Hey shitface! Get back here! I didn't give you orders!", shouts the rather miffed tan-skinned female with firey earthen mane. Her brown eyes narrow into a piercing gaze, staring /up/ at the mook as he turns... and he visibly backs away silently. "I give the orders here...", she says to no one in particular as she eyes Julia finally. She's already started over, hands in her pockets, leaning lazily forward as she does so. "...Yeah, it's been a while alright.", she says... as she comes to a stop just feet from Julia. The gang's spread out by now, giving them some space. "Aw, you sound upset.", she laughs almost derisively... eliciting chuckles from the others. "You mean you actually thought I was uh... a stand-up kind of girl...?"
"...What horse shit. I showed up drunk and tried to mow your ass down, what more do you need?" She doesn't seem to be making any attempts at attack however, not yet. "Yeah, sure. Let's see what you got then."
COMBATSYS: Layla takes no action.
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Julia 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Layla
"Of course I remember you being drunk. That stench was so damn awful I thought I was gonna puke." Julia scowls a little more. "Of course, I wouldn't have minded doing that, since you should know what it feels like to be puke. But enough talking." Julia glares at the tough man that Layla told off a moment ago. "You'd better stay out of my way if you know what's right."
Then Julia turns to face Layla again. "Well, if you really want to fight, then I'll gladly oblige you." She gets into her fighting stance and steps back slightly. "Only this time, there will be no rules or referees to save your sorry ass!" Julia finishes that sentence with a swift elbow strike.
COMBATSYS: Julia successfully hits Layla with Jab Punch.
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Julia 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Layla
"You talk a nice talk...", Layla replies to the comment aimed at the much bigger mook. Julia could beat him, surely, since Layla could. But the gravity of the situation is there's about six people here including Layla. If it weren't for the brunette thug's pride, Julia might be getting in a little too deep. That's why he just returns her comment with silent scowl, making his displeasure with not being able to join the fight known.
...But Layla wouldn't have any of that shit. "...But... can you walk the walk?", the brutish woman adds as Julia comes flying in at her like a freight train. She doesn't bother to adopt a defensive stance, doesn't even bother to move... just stands there and...
...Goes skidding with the punch's momentum, spitting blood to the asphalt as she digs her boots in. It doesn't knock her down, however, or even knock her off-balance. She just lifts a right, gloved, hand to wipe the blood from her busted lip and then smirk's viciously. "...That one's free...!"
And then, she charges Julia herself as hard as her legs will carry... thrusting a booted foot toward the other's girl's midsection with a blood thirsty roar, "Let's see if you can manage to survive this time!"
COMBATSYS: Layla successfully hits Julia with Medium Strike.
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"Survival isn't about skills alone. The spirits also have a role in this as well," Julia comments as she pulls back from the elbow strike that landed the first blow in the fight. "The spirits may not always allow me to win, but they do keep me alive for another day." Of course, most likely Layla isn't into that kind of stuff, but Julia doesn't matter. What matters is the fact there's a huge boot coming at her.
Unfortunately, that boot is bigger than Julia's defenses can handle, since she's knocked to the ground, causing her to land in a fetal position, but she gets back up onto her feet quickly and dusts herself off, partially as a way of saying, 'Is that your best?' as she seemingly seems to have barely been fazed by that attack.
"OK, enough messing around, now let's get it on for real!" Julia steps towards Layla and adds, "Want a tequilla? How about a double one!" She spins briefly before attempting to launch into a double uppercut.
COMBATSYS: Layla blocks Julia's Tequila Sunrise Elbow Smash.
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Julia 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Layla
"Tch... the only spirits I gave shit about come in a bottle...", the tanned thug woman replies lazily after planting her foot beneath Julia's sternum firmly and sending her to the pavement. She then retracts the foot, still rather bored seeming so far. There's a slightly different air to her this fight, almost as if being promoted to gangleader might have gone to her head. Either that, or Julia just hasn't hit her hard enough yet!
"...But you sure do like to talk, don't you? This get your motor runnin' or somethin'?" She chuckles softly, standing up a little straighter though not quite relaxing out of what can barely be described as a stance. It's really just her holding her arms up, in case she has to block something maybe. "Yeah... let's do that then..."
...And as Julia sails into her territory, leveling a double uppercut at her, Layla's own arms snap up to block and absorb most of the impact of that double uppercut. The force of the blow jars her arms and head a bit, inflicting some bruises and minor pain, but Layla's arms prove just how utterly mannish she really is by being sturdier than a brickwall. She then reciprocates by snapping those arms out at Julia, attempting to grab at any article of clothing she can. If she can manage to, then she'll hoist the other girl into the air before immediately slamming her body first into the pavement below with potentially injuresome force. "Let's get it on!"
COMBATSYS: Julia dodges Layla's Medium Throw.
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Julia 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Layla
"Oh no you don't," Julia says as she crouches down, avoiding that incoming grapple completely. "You won't get me that easily." She pauses for a moment, waiting to see if Layla might have anything else planned before she attempts to get back up slowly and returning to her fighting stance.
"If you want to get it on, then I'll gladly oblige you." Julia steps towards Layla again. "Except this time, I plan to come out on top!" Julia emphasises this with a thrusting forwards kick, sending her boot towards Layla.
COMBATSYS: Layla fails to interrupt Medium Kick from Julia with Beat Yo' Ass!.
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Julia 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Layla
"Hahaha..." The overly large, roughly 6'5'', wall of semi-balding muscle wearing ragged tan cargos laughs boisterously as it seems the indian woman was getting her dues. He rather lazily reaches toward his crown of aged, blonde, hair and scratches... just content to stand by and watching the beatings he was fairly sure were coming by now. 'Shitface', as Layla called him, actually has a rather convenient name tag sewn into the plaid shirt he was wearing. Perhaps he did mechanic work as a side job? Nametag says, 'James'. Nearest him, that other blonde thug with ponytail from earlier wearing torn-up jeans and no shirt, the shit face who was beating up one of the cops unconscious nearby... seems content to just smirk and watch quietly. Likely hoping either the indian loses... or she wins. Just so he can give her a proper beatdown himself.
Layla, meanwhile, is in the midst of getting knocked off her high-horse! The grapple attempt misses, with the thuggish woman scowling angrily and menacing Julia almost the moment she backs up. She brings out that, by now, familiar weighted chain form beneath her coat and begins to torque it round and round... "Yeah, whatever..." comes the lazy reply, as the boot sails in. She's expecting to lash out with that chain and wrap it about Julia's foot. if she could do that, she could tug her in for a beatdown!
...But, that is NOT in fact what happens! Instead, either due to the influence of spirits (likely the booze kind) or Layla's arrogance, she waits a second too long and the foot connects solidly... sending her crashing to the ground along with her heavy metal chain!
COMBATSYS: Bobby has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: James has joined the fight here.
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Layla 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Julia
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Bobby 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 James
Southtown was under attack. Again. Forces from Metro City had sinister aims on the City of Fighters. Some were rising up to stop it. Some of them even called this city home. One such man had been on a long journey, for reasons known only to him. But now Terry Bogard, the Hungry Wolf, had returned to Southtown.
Seems like he was just in time.
Thugs were rampaging in the Harbor, their advanced slowed by any number of factors. None of them really mattered. Not to Terry. For Terry, the only thing that mattered at the moment was that the fight was about to be friggin' joined. Terry walks calmly up to the large, balding James and grabs him by the shoulder to spin him around.
"HEY! C'MON!"
Terry then drives a piledriver fist directly into James' face.
COMBATSYS: Terry has wandered into the fight here.
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As soon as the additional goons appear, Julia goes wide-eyed, worried that she's gotten herself in over her head... until she spots the man whom she's heard of but never seen in person until now. The one and only Terry Bogard. She would greet him, but now is not the time for socialization or anything like that. Instead, it's time to keep the fight going.
"You let yourself get ahead of yourself, which is why you failed just now," Julia explains. "You must steady yourself in the current moment." As soon as the latest lecture is finished, Julia attempts to grab the taller woman and administer a fisherman's suplex. She may be bigger than her, but the bigger they are, the harder they fall.
COMBATSYS: Layla endures Julia's Quick Throw.
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COMBATSYS: Terry has joined the fight here as a boss!
TERRY
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Layla 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Julia
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Bobby 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 James
COMBATSYS: James blocks Terry's Medium Punch.
TERRY
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Layla 0/-------/--=====|==-----\-------\0 Julia
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Bobby 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 James
Needless to say, James is rather caught off-guard by this sudden bum rush from out of nowhere. No, literally, he was not expecting a bum to attack him. Especially not one named TERRY BOGARD! It is because of this fact, he almost completely fails to defend himself against the Hungry Wolf.
"...the F...?!", is just about all the balding mechanic manages to get out as the charging hobo grabs him and begins to violently swing him about! Whether by luck, or by skill, he does however manages to throw a meaty arm in between his face and that powerful punch. But it's questionable whether or not the damage was truly negated, the force rendered by that singular strike is enough to send him sprawling painfully.
"Hey...!" The other thug standing nearby calls, angrily, in Terry's direction... "Who the FUCK do you... do you... do ... you..." and it dawns on him who he's staring at and he turs just a -tad- pale. "Uh... uh..." He casts a sidelong glance at the downed Layla, wondering perhapsn if she'd catch him if he tried to run...
...Instead, he ends up deciding against it though. Steeling himself for the sake of his pride, and possibly his life before charging in with a wordless attack... and simple punch aimed directly for Terry's cranium! It's followed shortly by a recovery attack from James fromm the other side, with the big guy attempt to latch onto the Hungry Wolf's clothes. If he can manage to, he'll then attempt to turn him head downwards and slam him straight into the pavement!
T Meanwhile, Layla is now visibly struggling with an opponent she was making sport of moments prior! "The fuck are you lecturing me fo... WOAH! HEY!", the mannish thug woman shouts at the top of her lungs as she attempts to struggle against the sudden grab by Julia. But it's all in vain, the effort only managing to make the ending impact of that suplex that much worse as her skull is BASHED against the concrete and she sees stars!
"...FUCKIN HELL...!" Now, as she climbs back up...slowly... from the pavement with a dazed expression... she is genuinely angry. "I'll..", she struggles for words despite minor confusion, "...I'll kick your ass, girl!"
And then, heedless to anything at this point, she just charges Julia like a raging bull... swinging that chain wild and fierce for the other woman whils attempting to plant her foot wherever it will go onc emore!
COMBATSYS: Julia blocks Layla's Shifting Storm.
TERRY
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Bobby 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 James
COMBATSYS: Terry dodges James' Improvised Throw.
TERRY
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Bobby 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 James
COMBATSYS: Terry interrupts Medium Strike from Bobby with Rising Tackle.
TERRY
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Layla 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Julia
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Bobby 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 James
Terry grins wolfishly as the punch comes sailing in. He lunges forward, causing James to grab nothing but air as he drops into a low crouch. The dust around Terry is disturbed in an oddly circular wave as he funnels his chi through his legs and arms before...
"RISING TACKLE!"
Launching into a hand spring directly upward, lashing out with his feet squarely at Bobby's jaw while adding a spin to the jump. Instead of hitting Terry's face, the punch smacks into one of his arms with such force that Bobby is hurled away from the Hungry Wolf with explosive force!
"Get serious," he challenges as he lands lightly on his feet.
The chain spins wildly, but Julia still remains steady and calm. She doesn't let it get her charmed or anything like that. Instead, she watches the general motion, attempting to get an idea for the general motion of it, before attempting to bring her hand up to knock it away. And she succeeds, although it does sting a bit. She winces but shakes it off, ignoring the bruise on the palm of her hand.
"If you seek to only defeat me, then you're not going to have an easy task," Julia says, taking a moment to catch her breath. "The spirits guide me, they help me understand the flow of the battle. You, on the other hand, have no grasp of how to handle that." Julia's hand begins to glow. "I'm afraid then that my spirits will give me an advantage in this fight." She then steps forwards and attempts to deliver a swift palm strike.
COMBATSYS: Layla endures Julia's Palm Explosion.
TERRY
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Layla 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Julia
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Bobby 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 James
James, unfortunately, is far too slow a man for the likes of the Legendary Wolf... as he demonstrates by stumbling and failing to clutch the wandering legend. Not merely does he fail at clutching him, but the sheer speed of the dodge sees him nearly bumping into his tag-team partner in confusion. T'would seem that it was, indeed, luck that saw him surviving that last attack. And now... both of their lucks have probably run right out
Bobby, meanwhile...? ... has effectively just received flying lessons courtesy of Terry Bogard Air! The springing, spinning, uppercut to the jaw sees his jaw damn nearly being shattered on the first hit... teeth crashing together and fracturing whilst his vision clouds with white hot pain and the world becomes a blur! The limp body of Bobby just goes flying all of the way back across the street, where his police victims still lie, and crashing into the metal trash bin with a reverberating *THOOOONG* sound.
James, however, isn't quite done. He's either /really/ stupid or /really/ arrogant... because he attempts to snare Terry again almost immediately despite the danger inherent in doing so. "...Damn you!" ... And, if by some miracle he manages, he'll attempt to barrel right across the street with Terry in Bobby's wake. Once there, he would attempt to slam him back first against a brick wall with a massive arm bar - attempting to embed him in the wall!
Bobby, meanwhile, seems content to... just stagger to his feet and try to recover from that massive hit. He won't be attacking anybody for a while... leasts 'til he gets his focus back...
Layla, meanwhile, is just bruised, bloodied, and utterly pissed by now and Julia just keeps piling on the aggro! "WILL YOU SHUT THE ^%$# UP ABOUT YOUR STUPID GHOSTS?! I'M GONNA TURN YOU INTO ONE REAL SOON, PROMISE!"
Right... after... taking a palm strike directly between her breasts that makes her feel as though her ribcage might cave, of course! The hit is solid, smashing into and fracturing bone... whilst leaving a massive bruise most likely where it connected and knocking the breath of the Brazilian thug woman!
%Yet, despite that, she refuses to drop... or even rest momentary. After the force of the blow sees her skidding back, and falling to a knee, with a sharp exhale... she just climbs right back on up. A bit shaky this time though! "...I'm... gonna...", she starts, struggling for breath. "I'm gonna... WRECK YOU!" And as soon as she catches it, she's charging at Julia again. This time she's not even using the whip, just barreling down on the indian woman as hard as she can go... before throwing a heavy-booted kick at her again.. this one aimed high and recklessly swung... right for Julia's face!
COMBATSYS: Bobby focuses on his next action.
TERRY
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Bobby 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 James
COMBATSYS: Terry blocks James' Shoulder DDT.
TERRY
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Layla 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Julia
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Bobby 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 James
COMBATSYS: Julia blocks Layla's Heavy Kick.
TERRY
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Bobby 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 James
Terry meets James' shoulder rush with one of his own, stopping the thug cold on impact. He grins, grabbing for James' plaid shirt with gloved hands. He steps a half pace back, and simply attempts to drag James across a waiting ankle.
Combined with wrenching torque from Terry's upper body /ought/ to send the thug sprawling to the dirt so that Terry can get ready for whatever Bobby might bring to bear shortly.
COMBATSYS: Bobby fails to interrupt Buster Throw from Terry with Boot Knife.
- Power fail! -
TERRY
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"You want to wreck me? I'm afraid not." Julia tenses herself, steadying herself and readying herself for the next attack from Layla. "I've got other plans, and you're not part of them!" The kick comes at Julia, and this time she's a bit more ready to catch that foot briefly before dropping it to the ground. "Sorry, but you don't have the spirits on your side."
Julia steps back to tap her pendant again, before looking at Layla again. "You may think you're tough and intimidating, but you don't scare me. In fact, you're more of a comedian when you're drunk!" Julia speaks sarcastically before going in with a standard uppercut.
COMBATSYS: Layla blocks Julia's Medium Punch.
TERRY
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Bobby is far too unfocused, even moments later, to really get what's coming around the bend at him. Even James's futile screaming and flailing in his attempt to break free don't really get the poor mook's attention. He's too busy fighting off the remnants of blurred vision and UNHOLY PAIN that a damn near-broken jaw and many damaged teeth can bring.
And so it is, when James is hurled, Bobby doesn't notice until damn near impact. Lost to the haze of his confusion, he stomps a booted foot on the concrete... whereupon a jacknife pops out from the toe of his shoe. He then swings it near-blindly in the direction of the encroaching scream, attempting to bury that knife into... James...
...But fortunately, in his dazed state... the only thing he really manages to do is miss... and throw himself off balance. He then promptly collapses to the ground under James' weight and just gets knocked right the fuck out! ... Momentarily anyway.
... Meanwhile, James... stubborn and stupid as ever... clambers on up again... battered and dirtied from the humiliating attack but still just thirsting to get his face punched. "...Kuh... Dirty... Bastard... I'm bigger than you..." ...And he charges again, getting his warface on and screaming as loud as a stupid giant can."...WHY CAN'T I HURT YOU?!" ..And completing the charge with yet another armbar, meant to try and knock Terry right down! ... Or get his face punched...
"I AIN'T DRUNK NOW!" Layla shouts, throwing an arm up to obstruct Julia's uppercut like she's done once before. The impact is solid, doubtlessly creating more bruises for the arm, and perhaps fracturing it this time, but it refuses to give. Layla's arms are like granite slabs."You talk to damn much, just die!", she shouts again immediately after before pulling her weighted chain taut and attempting to wrap it around Julia's neck for a brutal strangle maneuver!
COMBATSYS: Terry interrupts Rope Burn from James with Overshoot Geyser.
*KNOCKED AWAY*
TERRY
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COMBATSYS: Layla successfully hits Julia with Blackout.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Terry smirks at the thug's rage. The guy... admittedly doesn't seem like a good fight. James charges the Hungry Wolf as Terry gathers chi to himself. Subtle red energy wraps around him like a cloak for a moment.
Terry then meets James' charge with one of his own in an explosion of motion and life-force. "OVERSHOOT!" Bogard slams his shoulder into James' sternum, driving the thug back before getting launched into the air thanks to a well-aimed uppercut. Chi surges through Terry's fist as the Wolf slams it into the pavement.
"GEYSER!" A gout of chi energy erupts from the striking point, hurling James across the lot and into the outer wall of a warehouse. Bogard pulls himself upright, and simply levels a stare at Bobby.
"That all you got?"
Julia finds that she's back on the chain gang... and it's not exactly a pleasant thing as her airway begins to get cut off from the chain wrapping around it. She struggles to break free, gasping weakly, until she finds a brief moment to drop to her knees, getting free and scampering away a little before gasping for air some more. She stands back up and looks at Layla weakly.
"Even if I do not win, it doesn't matter. The spirits are merely testing me and I am realizing that I have to work more at my skills. Every fight is another test from the spirits." She then dashes forwards, attempting to jab Layla at the same time.
COMBATSYS: Layla fails to interrupt Lashing Arrow from Julia with Gut Buster.
- Power fail! -
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Bobby 0/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 James
James is caught, firmly, by that shoulder mid-rage and not only is the air knocked out of him by it... his sternum practically starts caving. The sickening crunch of bone, and the restriction of his air flow, coupled with the pain sees his face wrenching into an agonized expression before a solid uppercut impacts his jaw... which also /breaks/ audibly with a sickening crunch of bone. He's shortly sent flying skyward, like a big, dumb, kite and finished off by a massive flood of chi that washes over him and consumes his entire being before sending him flying through the wall of a brick warehouse with a din of destruction.
Meanwhile, Bobby has made it back to his feet and he's seriously starting to question at this point whether just running the hell away would have been smarter. Especially what with the Hungry Wolf havig just casually demolished a warehouse wth a guy a lot bigger than Bobby is! "I... uh... I... I...", stammers before looking in Layla's direction (who's in the midst of strangling Julia at this point) and his face goes white again. Death or Death? How's a guy to chooose...?
Finally, he just... shuts his eyes momentary and somewhere deep inside... finds his manhood. Yes... still attached. But for how long?
"...Aaaah... fuck it... I hope the hospital's warm...", he mumbles to himself before charging Terry for what may well be his very last attack. He rushes the interloper down, attempting to grab him by the shirt and then sweep his feet out from beneath him with a quick trip. If he can manage this, he'll then snap that jack knife back outof his boot again with a stomp and attempt to cut him wide open!
Not to be outdone, and too stupid to die, the broken and bleeding (and almost unrecognizeable now) giant bursts through the remnants of the warehouse wall again covered in his own blood and screaming unintelligibly. He attempts to latch onto Bogard and, despite whatever Bobby's done, take him down to the ground as well. If he manages, he's likely going to pound the /ever-living/ shit out of Bogard... or try to... for all he's worth!
Meanwhile, Layla has lost control of that vicious strangle hold and Julia is free to... once again... spout what Layla considers 'annoying verbal diarrhea'! "UGH... DO YOU EVER JUST /SHUT/ U-...!!!", and gets cut off by a swift punch in the mouth . But the force behind this punch is, surprisingly /FAR/ worse than any Julia has mustered tonight! The punch sees Layla sprawling back first onto the concrete again... spitting blood through the haze of pain...
And, this time, Julia /may/ have broken her jawbecause Layla does not make a sound after... merely staggering to her feet and tossing off the remnants of her denim jacket with a lethal stare.And after that, she resorts not to charging at Julia again but instead to torquing that heavy chain around and around before tossing the loose end of it at her opponent with force. The aim? To lash her once with it, then attempt to capture a limb and drag her off-balance. She'll then follow the attempt right up with a reckless charge and a flurry of hard hits intended to batter the woman's body!
COMBATSYS: Terry blocks Bobby's Trip and Slash.
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Bobby 0/-------/-======|>>>>---\-------\0 James
COMBATSYS: James successfully hits Terry with Dirty Deeds Done Dirty Cheap.
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Layla 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 Julia
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Bobby 0/-------/-======|>>>>---\-------\0 James
COMBATSYS: Julia fails to interrupt Frantic Combination from Layla with Palm Explosion.
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COMBATSYS: Julia can no longer fight.
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Julia attempts to counter Layla, but fails miserably. She's caught in Layla's attack, and finds herself in a world of hurt and on the ground. She lays there for a moment before pushing herself back up long enough to stagger out of the fighting area. "I wasn't as strong as I could have been today, but the spirits shall still be with me..." Julia then collapses again, just as a nearby police officer comes by to get her out of the area.
"Fair enough," Terry says amicably to Bobby as the man charges. Bogard shoves Bobby aside, having seen James emerge from the warehouse. His foot slips out from under him, and that is all the opening the thug needs to take Terry to the pavement and rain blows on him. Eventually, Terry is able to worm himself free of James' mounting and regain his feet. Bogard looks bloodied from the barrage of strikes.
Terry eyes James warily for just a moment before dashing in and ducking low, aiming to stagger James with a low sweep before using the momentum from spin to drive a heel into the large man's midsection. That ought to take him down.
Terry is running out of time. It doesn't matter /who/ you are, three-on-one is bad odds.
COMBATSYS: Terry knocks away James with Fire Kick.
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It was, potentially, worse than three on one here unfortunately. There were still four mooks standing by at this point, unable or unwilling, to attack the legendary fighter. That, and, some of them were probably stupid enough to take Layla's 'don't butt in' as an absolute.
That's fortunate for Terry, because the battered Mad Gear lieutenant nearby has... up until now... failed to notice him either. When Layla fights, she tends to get tunnel vision. But especially when an old 'rival' is kicking her ass!
James, meanwhile, despite getting the momentary pleasure of pounding Bogard thoroughly... is still pretty damn well proper f-cked. Bogard rolls out from beneath him, right as the balding mechanic drives his meaty fist down once more... and the fist impacts concrete instead. And it breaks. More precisely, they break - both his hand AND the concrete. "GRRRRRAAAAAAAAAH...!!!" He cries out in rage, struggling to see for the blood getting into his eyes from a headwound. "...Where the fuck did...?!", he starts... right before he feels a powerful leg impact his own and his whole center is stolen. But that's only the beginning, because then... a swift kick infused with flaming chi impacts him hard enough in the midsection to definitely cause internal bleeding and major burns! It smashes his now limp, due to unconsciousness, body into thepavement and then bounce it right back up into the air! In fact, it sends him so high... it's ... kinda hard to see him.
Bobby just about drops his knife, once more, at the sight of Terry's explosive power... his eyes just about nearly bug out of his head and begins to contemplate fleeing again...
But, he damn well better not. Because Layla has noticed he scrap gonig on by now, and she's very slowly making her way over... with that heavy steel chain tightly wound up in her hands. She pulls it taut, snarling through her broken jaw as best as she's able... before charging him eery bit as angrily as she did Julia. Did she recognize him?? Quite likely, but she's so lost to a berserker rage fueled by pain and humiliation at this point that she's onl going to stop when she's KOed! Her approachto Bogard, though, is simple... probably far too simple for the likes of him. She's just going to charge him, attempt to tackle him and leap on him wilst winding that chain around his neck. Just like she did for Julia!
...Seeing his leader charge in like an angry, bloodied, bull at a bullfighting event emboldens Bobby a bit. Enough, at least to try charging Bogard again himself... hoping to be the last person on the dog pile... and the one to get hurt the least!
...Unfortunately, however, the still airborne James has the exact same 'idea'. Or he would, were he conscious! Gravity drags James back down, down, down toward Bogard and the others like a speeding cannonball... where he will likely impact for the very last time anywhere tonight.
COMBATSYS: James can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Terry dodges James' Huge Thrown Object.
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Bobby 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Layla
COMBATSYS: Terry blocks Bobby's Counter Stab.
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Bobby 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Layla
COMBATSYS: Terry blocks Layla's Chain Strangle.
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Bobby 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Layla
Terry spots James first, strangely, and avoids the large man with a quick shuffle step as he steps towards Bobby. He slaps the knife aside with determined precision, just in time to see Layla's chain looping for his neck. He gets a raised arm between the chain and his neck, the limb cinched within the loop. He eyes Layla, then James. A decision is made quickly.
Bogard steps lightly towards the chain-wielding psycho, adding slack to the chain. As he closes, he snaps a flickering jab at the woman with his free arm, aiming the punch directly at her jaw in an attempt to put the bloodied woman down in a hurry!
COMBATSYS: Layla Toughs Out Terry's Jab Punch!
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Bobby 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Layla
242:
James impacts the concrete where Terry once stood with a thunderous crash and a shattering of cement. He is now, thoroughly, out of the picture. Possibly even dead. And if he's not... he certainly will be once all of the thick, sanguine, fluid drains from his meaty frame into the concrete below...
Bobby seems not at all surprised by the fact Terry manages to dodge his lunge. But, before he can make another attempt, a jingling of chains and the sound of flesh impacting flesh follows. There's another gross /cracking/ sound as the psychotic gang leader's jaw becomes even more dislocated... blood spewing out from her mouth as she flies away... and she is sent hurtling into her subordinate who actually manages to catch her, being crushed against the remnants of the brick wall by her weight!
To add further insult to injury, she promptly elbows him in rage for her own failure and then pushes off... leaving him to regret his choices of employment possibly...
Instead of attacking Bogard /again/... immediately... however the bronze-skinned woman with disheveled earthen mane graps at her dislocated jaw whilst staring at him fiercely...
...And with a further gut-wrenching series of cracks and choking wet noises... relocates her jaw forcefully despite the SEARING pain of doing so!
For all of a few moments, she cannot see for the pain. Her whole world is WHITE HOT PAIN. ... But then it seems to go numb, possibly from nerve damage, and she manages to open her earthen eyes again before loosing an animalistiic snort through her nostrils and charging him with a strained cry of, "...YOU STUPID FUCK!" Which she follows immediately by an attempt to just SLAM him back into a nearby light post wth a shoulder charge!
Bobby, groaning, pushes himself off the wall and... glares at the woman's backside as she does all of this. Possibly pondering, now, how to knock Bogard or her out so he can escape with his life in tact.
... He ends up just deciding it's best to try and help her injure Bogard though, in the end, as he won't likely escape any other way at this point. Running around to Bogard's backside... he attempts to get him in a clutch. If he can manage that, he'll attempt to slam against the lightpost and leaving him sitting pretty - hopefully- for Layla's furious charge...
COMBATSYS: Terry blocks Bobby's Desperate Grapple.
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Bobby 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Layla
COMBATSYS: Terry blocks Layla's Strong Punch.
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Bobby 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Layla
Terry is once again forced on the defensive, parrying Layla's rage-driven punch with an open palm while trying to stand fast in the face of Bobby's herioc attempts to stall the Hungry Wolf. Bogard takes a deep breath, reaching for the chi of the earth before channelling it into his fist.
Brilliant red-orange power wraps around the fist like a second glove as Terry turns to face Bobby. The man has been as persistant as he has been annoying. The Wolf throws himself forward, dust and gravel spraying in the wake of the violent movement as he hurls himself towards Bobby with that glowing fist extended!
"BURN KNUCKLE!"
COMBATSYS: Bobby interrupts Burn Knuckle from Terry with Knife Slice.
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Bobby 1/----===/=======|=====--\-------\0 Layla
COMBATSYS: Bobby has reached second wind!
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Bobby 1/----===/=======|=====--\-------\0 Layla
How, exactly, does one respond rationally to attempting to be obliterated with a powerful chi-infused technique? Is it A.) Wet yourself, B.) Shake violently like a collapsing building, or C.) Attempt to stab it with a knife?
The answer is... all three for poor, underappreciated, cop abusing Bobby. Every muscle in his body simultaneously tremors violently at the sight of Terry Bogard plowing toward him, so uncontrollably and involuntarily so that he does - in fact - wet himself as well. That might have been the embarassing end of it, but then... due to all of his fearful quaking... he almost drops his jack knife. And it is this momentary realization that sees him suddenly lunging forward blindly, stabbing at the oncoming Terry with that knife, feebly hoping to stop the attempt on his life.
Yet, stop it does not. Despite Bobby actually managing to make contact with -something- with that knife of his... the forward blast from that chi-infused punch sees him flying through the air on fire and impacting the back of a nearby truck bed... where he does not move again for a good while...
And the earthen-haired female thug is busy removing herself from a wall whilst all of this happens. It's not that she became embedded in it so much as... she's finding it harder to move now, and was beginning to run out of gas. Yet, despite this, her rage at all of tonight's interruptions and humiliations was still burning white hot. And the only person she had left to take it out on, was Terry Bogard...
...Soon, she's manages to muster the strength to stand on her own again... whirling that weighted chain with a furious rhythm as she eyes him. She still isn't saying much, mostly for that still injured jaw, but she /is/ swinging that chain for that arm that struck her subordinate prior... attempting to wrap it around the limb and hopefully yank him off balance and toss him onto the ground. A lot of fun could be hand, from a position like that...
COMBATSYS: Layla successfully hits Terry with Medium Throw.
Glancing Blow
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Terry hisses in pain as the knife draws a line of blood across his ribcage, while Layla's chain gets the outstretched fist. He loses his balance, landing face-first in front of Layla. His breath coming in ragged gasps, Terry rolls himself on his his back, looking up to see Layla's face. Surely, she is thinking that she has a chance at defeating the legendary Hungry Wolf.
She might not be wrong on that. Might be is a powerful phrase.
But Terry is only down, not out. He tucks his knees against his chest, kicking upward with everything that he has at Layla's head. The force of the kick is enough that Terry launches skyward, a cry ringing out in the afternoon light.
"RISING TACKLE!"
COMBATSYS: Layla endures Terry's Rising Tackle.
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Layla returns his momentary glance with a sneer, at least as much of one as she can manage with that still damnably painful jaw. It's while he's down there that she starts to attempt to say something again, something smartass about how looking up at her should be considered a priviledge after the shit he's pulled. But she has neither the time, nor the energy. She is, in fact, going to need every last bit of both to survive the impact of his successful attempt to catch her off-guard...
...And the rising kick maneuver does, indeed, catch her off-guard. Layla isn't too terribly accustomed to fighters as flashy and unorthodox as Terry Bogard, and it shows. The kicks sending her flying, flying, back and away from him helplessly before she crashes into the very same warehouse one of her subordinates was now dying infront of possibly. And this time... she takes out a whole other wall with her...
...And just as Terry might be think he can catch a break? In darts a badly beaten, injured, burned, and thoroughly spiteful Bobby who... jerks back with his left leg and immediately attempts to land his foot solidly in Bogard's crotch! ... Before stumbling over his own feet and falling on his own back weakly...
It just might look like the end of the fight by now. Both mooks were nearly dead, the leader is dispatched, and the others...?
-Crickets-
They... they seem to have fled in the chaos.
But... Layla rarely lays down and dies until every bone in her body was broken... or she lost consciousness. Pushing bricks off of the bloody, battered, heap of broken and fractured bones that is her own body... Layla actually manages through some seemingly inhuman act of willpower to extricate herself from the warehouse... before charging Terry Bogard wordlessly for what might be the very last time tonight... given how much difficulty she seems to have even moving! She attempts to just... ram her body into him at high speed at this point. If she can do that, and knock him to the ground with her, she'll then attempt to use the last vestiges of her strength to just... pound the tar out of him as hard as she can. ... And then... regardless of outcome... collapse.
TERRY
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Bobby 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Layla
COMBATSYS: Terry dodges Bobby's Cheap Shot.
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Bobby 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Layla
COMBATSYS: Terry fails to interrupt Reckless Charge from Layla with Power Dunk.
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Bobby 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Layla
COMBATSYS: Layla has left the fight here.
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Terry slips past Bobby's staggering charge, catching Layla's movement out of the corner of his eye. He tries to pivot to face her, chi washing over his fist...
...too late. Layla lays into Terry with elemental brutality as she draws blood, makes new bruises, and breaks a couple of Bogard's ribs.
Terry cannot do much more than let Layla do this, his body growing sluggish as the adrenaline approaches the limit of what it can do for him. This may be Bobby's chance to make a name for himself as the Wolf lays wounded on the Southdown parking lot!
...Yet, Bobby has other ideas. Battered, bruised, soiled, broken, and leaderless... the poor sod finally sees his chance to just... fucking flee like everybody else! Shoulda done it a long time ago, but nobody wants to risk losing their head to an angry mob boss. The things Duke would do to him for being the first traitor to abandon ship...
He didn't even want to think about it! Blessed as he is for his ability to still move, and with Bogard momentarily down, the poor fool in the torn and burnt jeans just... gets the hell out of dodge. Right down the damn street and out of here!
COMBATSYS: Bobby has left the fight here.
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Terry, for his part, just lays there and stares up at the sky as his body protests against any attempt to get back on his feet. The storm has arrived at Southtown, and it seems as if he will be hard-pressed to stand against it if this skirmish was any indicator. Perhaps he was getting too old for this?
"Fuck that," he growls as he sits up slowly. The movement draws a wince as pain from the broken rib shoots through him. He looks at Layla for a long moment, determining that she's not so much dead as she is out cold. He drags himself to his feet before lumbering towards his duffle bag, where he left his cell phone. Perhaps the police will arrive in time to arrest this chain-swinging nutjob; she's clearly the leader of this current bunch. Her arrest might stall this whole thing out entirely.
On the other hand, she /is/ a fighter; she might just be gone before they arrive.
COMBATSYS: Terry wanders on to find the next challenge.
Log created on 19:36:14 06/28/2013 by Layla, and last modified on 18:36:18 06/29/2013.