Description: Munin's stay at the hospital after Vega's brutal attack is finally over but it seems like trouble has followed hot on her heels.
The hospital. A place of healing. Doctors, nurses, and orderlies pushing patients this way and that. A group run down a corridor past the upstairs windows, a patient on the gourney being dashed to surgery. Otherwise, the outside is fairly serene to aid in people healing.
It is in this calm setting that Munin steps out through the hospital doors, small bag over her shoulder. The injuries caused by Vega were rather severe, and while some healing is still occuring, the crucial damage has mended nicely. She slides her violet-tinted shades onto her face as she looks around a moment, picks a direction, and starts walking. Does she know where she is heading? Not yet. She'll figure that out as time goes on.
For now, she just wants to enjoy her first day out of a hospital in a few weeks! There's even a hint of a smile on her face for once!
"Ah, miss! Vait a moment!"
A voice calls out from behind Munin before she gets very far accompanied by the sound of quick footfalls as someone rushes to catch up with her. Despite her the urgency on her face, the young woman who flagged her down has trouble managing much more than a brisk jog in her restrictive uniform and heeled shoes. Long pale blonde hair spills out from underneath a stereotypical nurse's hat and the symbol of the nearby hospital is visibily stitched into the breast pocket of the outfit marking the pretty young woman as one of the orderlies that works there.
"Vait, please!" She calls out again in her heavy accent, waving an arm in the air to get Munin's attention while trying to catch up with her.
"Hhmm?" is Munins only response as she turns to look at the nurse, stopping in her tracks. With a slight inquisitive tilt of her head, she peers steadily at the woman "Need something?"
The nurse catches up with her after a few moments and pauses to catch her breath, resting her hands on her knees. "Ah, good... I vas vorried... I vould miss you," she says with complete honesty. It would have been a colossal waste of effort to snag one of these uniforms only to have her target slip away before she could find her. How on earth women are expected to walk in these infernal contraptions is something that presently eludes her.
Once she has regained her composure, Franziska stands up straight and puts on a bright smile that seems to magnify her beauty and presence in an almost mystical way. There is a sense of unnatural attraction that radiates from her though it is difficult to pinpoint its origin.
"It vould seem zat zee doktor vould like to run one final test before you are released. It schould only take a few moments of your time."
She holds a hand up to indicate a nearby alley that runs parallel to the massive hospital building. "Zere is a short cut zat vill take us right to zee place vee need to go. Preparations haf already been made to receive you. If you vill follow me?"
Normally, Munin is the rather paranoid, untrusting type. Today, however, she is in a really good mood. Maybe some of the painkillers are still in her system and impairing her thinking? Maybe she just woke up not too long ago? In either case, she shrugs, and heads off in the direction indicated without giving it too much thought, though ONE thing DOES nag at her....
The first thing she did when finally able to walk was learn the layout of the hospital in it's entirety. Her still somewhat muddled mind doesn't quite ponder this until she's already in the alley, unfortunately.
Despite being right next to a public health center the alley is fairly foreboding and dark, its length cast into the shadow of the towering buildings around it. The outer fence of the hospital creates a thick barrier that prevents any prying eyes from taking notice of what goes on here and the solid brick walls of the adjacent building are devoid of windows or doors that might provide any sort of decent escape route. In short, it is the perfect ambush spot.
Franziska follows along behind the woman in silence until they are about halfway down the length of the narrow passage. By now she imagines her prey is becoming suspicious since there are clearly no doors or side passages to take. Lifting a finger to her ear, she speaks into the small microtransmitter fitted against the skin that is concealed by her hair.
"Step Van is complete. Give us a little privacy if you vould, gentlemen."
At her cue the light at the ends of the alleyway on each side dims as large black vans pull up to block entry (or exit). The side doors slide open to reveal half a dozen figured in bulky tactical armor, their faces concealed underneath intimidating gasmasks and military-style helmets. The heavy guns they carry don't look very friendly either.
The soldiers move to create an extra layer to the barricades at the ends of the alley with their bodies but none of them make any aggressive movements towards Munin, their weapons resting casually at their sides for the moment. Franziska aggressively kicks the pair of high heels off her feet into a nearby pile of trash and lets out an exaggerated sigh while rubbing at her ankles. "Ach, my feet are killink me. Zat is van part of American culture I can do visout."
That lil voice in the back of Munins mind that constantly tells her what to be paranoid about has gone from 'distrust this broad' to 'I TOLD YOU SO!' as the vans pull up and all the guards appear. With a hardened glance back and forth, somewhat disregarding Franziska as she complains, Munin springs into action!
Literally!
With a leap, she jumps to the nearest wall, then leaps off it to the opposing wall but higher up, back and forth towards the rooftops above!
Franziska glances up just as her target takes to the air in an acrobatic display that is actually quite impressive. She'd probably applaud if she weren't trying to capture the spry young woman. Resting a hand on her hip, the German sighs and speaks into her transmitter again with an exasperated tone.
"Our guest seems a bit shy. Vhy don't you encourage her to stay a vhile?"
Without a word the soldiers reach down to their belts and retrieve a small cylinder which they quickly attach to the ends of their submachineguns. Silencers in place, they take aim as one and the air above Munin turns into a hailstorm of flying lead. They don't shoot at her directly, instead peppering the walls of the building into a mist of concrete dust and falling debris in an effort to discourage the woman from going any higher.
"It is quite rude to leave vis out excusing yourself, fraulein!" Franziska calls cheerily up at her. "Vhy don't you stay und chat? Vee haf so much to talk about!"
COMBATSYS: Munin has joined the fight here.
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Munin 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Senna
COMBATSYS: Franziska has joined the fight here.
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Munin 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Senna
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With amazing speed, Munin scrambles from wall to wall, dodging shots and going for any place she can in her bid to escape! Unfortunately, she is just not fast enough.....
She recoils instinctively to dodge a bullet that would have hit her, and in the process loses the part of the wall she is about to push off of! Instead of going out and up, she goes down!
She tries to spin to catch herself, but fails to do so quickly enough to land smoothly. Instead, she lands hard, wincing as she feels the muscles and bones recently knitted send small lances of pain through her as they are besieged with injury once more. For now, however, they hold together enough.....
Slowly, Munin stands, chi drifting off her body like an eerie black mist. The runes on her gloves begin to glow with violet light, and with a snap of motion, she borrows a note from K', throwing her shades at Franziska, the seeming leader of this situation, and following behind with a vicious low attack aimed at the womans stomach, hoping to take her unawares. A chi illusion of herself remains where she was standing, sans shades, making it potentially hard to tell in the heat of the moment where she is ACTUALLY positioned.
Her glowing purple eyes show no effort on her part to hide her fury, at herself, at the situation, or at her attackers, only she can say.
COMBATSYS: Munin successfully hits Franziska with Mirror Image.
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Franziska winces when the woman hits the ground; that wasn't really what she was going for but that was really Munin's fault for trying to climb through a crossfire. Even she isn't that crazy - most of the time. She lifts a hand and the gunfire stops, the soldiers returning to their alert but passive state.
"Ach, that looked unpleasant. I vas just hoping to coax you down, zere is somethink vee nee to d-ghrk?!"
Her words are cut off mid-sentence as the sunglasses come flying through the air followed swiftly by Munin's fist. She swats the offending shades aside with ease but the distraction leaves her open for the surprise attack. The strike lands true and Franziska doubles over a little from the impact, staggering a couple steps backwards. A moment of absolute rage distorts the pretty German woman's face at the audacity of such a manuever; and here she was going to be nice about this.
"Fine," she says, her anger quickly subsiding though the cheerful tone and smile are gone. "If zat is how you vant zis to go zen I vill oblige."
Franziska's counter attack is swift and brutal, her combat style not lending itself to softness or mercy. She takes a step forward and lunges, throwing her weight into a straight armed punch with an apparent complete disregard for her own defenses. Her aggressive attack is somewhat deceiving, however, as psycho power engulfs her body in an invisible shield. The powerful explosion that occurs when her fist impacts is much less subtle.
COMBATSYS: Munin dodges Franziska's Eisenkorper.
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Munin 0/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Senna
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Normally one to wait, recently events have shaken Munin rather badly. Vegas attack was an unexpected nightmare brought to life that she has contended with ever since the wars in asia. This woman, showing up with troops and shooting like this, seems to have sparked a panic reflex.
The emergence of her use of psycho power, and the unmistakable sense it gives off, only serves to drive this reaction further, spurring Munin to greater feats of speed than usual! She spins sideways, a chi-illusion of herself remaining to take the blow and vanishing on impact! Coming low once again, a small lance of chi forms in Munins gloved palm, as she aims to impale Franziska in the abdoman, lift her up and over with momentum, and slam her on the ground!
COMBATSYS: Franziska interrupts Eclipse from Munin with Eingreifen.
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Munin 0/-------/-======|=======\==-----\1 Senna
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The chi illusion explodes into a haze of spiritual energy as the psycho-bomb detonates at the end of the agent's fist leaving the real Munin untouched and a somewhat surprised Franziska standing there in its wake. Her eyes narrow slightly at the ruse but now that this particular trick has been used once she'll be able to anticipate it in the future.
Turning to face the real Munin, the 'nurse' gives her an amused smirk as she moves into a different combat stance. "Zat must come in handy considering zee vay you greet people."
Now that she's had a moment to adjust her mindset into an offensive one, Franziska begins to slip into the groove of combat. Without her usual uniform and its heavy armor she is moving a lot differently than usual but it also makes her faster. When the lance is thrust at her torso, the German just stands there and waits, her expression a mask of nonchalant calm. At the last moment she takes a step forward and pivots, thrusting her entire body towards the agile attacker and lets Munin slam into her like a brick wall. The chi blade tears a ragged gash in the nurse's jacket but slides harmlessly away from the flesh below as if it were made of steel, leaving Franziska entirely unharmed in the exchange.
Despite the ineffectiveness of her attack, Munin doesn't slow down for a moment. To stop is to die, her mind tells her! Now that she knows this opponent is using psycho power, she is taking NO chances! Using her proximity, she slides inside Franziskas guard as much as possible, and glares face-to-face!
This is about the time her eyes, glowing with deep violet chi, quite literally explode with the offensive energy, right in the nurse-wannabe's face potentially!
COMBATSYS: Franziska blocks Munin's Eyeshadow.
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Munin 0/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Senna
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Unfortunately for the shadow artist, up close and personal is precisely where Franziska likes her opponents. It is here that her slow yet powerful strikes can be the most effective and, despite her slender frame, she is built like a tank making slug-outs generally work out in her favor.
The glowing eyes are a pretty giant red flag that something bad is about to happen. The nurse leans to the side just in time and the worst of the chi blast flies past harmlessly though the edge clips her shoulder, forcing her to brace against the searing spiritual energy. She lets out a hiss of annoyance as the only subtle hint of the pain that caused her but she's just as quick to go on the offensive once again, hoping to use her strength to make her opponent regret tangling up with her.
Franziska reaches out to grab hold of Munin's shoulder and brings her other fist up, slamming it hard towards her face. Despite the extra trouble that her target is giving her, she's actually starting to have fun now that the fight has started in earnest.
COMBATSYS: Munin counters Aggressive Strike from Franziska with Shadow Strike.
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What was that old saying about cornered animals? Cause the look in Munins eyes, exploding with energy or not, is pretty similar.
As Franziska grabs Munins shoulder, she would notice something off with the contact. When the punch is thrown, it strikes the chi-illusion full on, at which point it vanishes!
This gives Munin all the time she needs to strike from the other side, slashing with chi-lances from both palms liberally!
That damned illusion. Franziska already knows what to expect the moment she feels her fingers close on empty air, her eyes widening slightly in a mixture of surprise and, begrudgingly, fear. She has no idea what this girl is capable of and every turn seems to bring a new surprise. The element of risk is exciting but only so long as she manages to stay ahead of it.
That isn't the case here. The chi lances rip into her side, practically shredding the flimsy nurse's uniform that she stole from the hospital earlier and leaving little more than tatters hanging from her torso in its wake. Caught completely flat-footed, Franziska can do little but ride out the brutal attack to its completion, her body jerking back and forth with each powerful slash until finally she manages to throw herself backwards and out of range.
A hand goes to her side, fingers protectively clutching the bevy of lacerations across her side. There is surprisingly little blood from such a savage wound. Rather than mirror her earlier anger, however, Franziska looks incredibly amused as she gaze down at herself with an incredulous smirk.
"It vould seem zat I haf been sent after not van but two tigers. If I had expected such excitement I vould haf dressed a little more appropriately."
Though her modesty is kept secure by little more than shredded rags at this point Franziska shows no concern for such things. She rises to her feet once more and clasps her hands behind her back in a military at-ease stance, her chest rising and falling in a deep sigh. The assortment of cuts and gashes on her skin amazingly start to disappear right before Munin's eyes, slowly folding themselves shut of their own will until there is little more than thin white lines to mark her assault. Even those will be gone within the hour.
"Now zat you haf had zee chance to get zat out of your system perhaps you vould like to talk?" She doesn't actually expect the woman to agree to that but maybe she can buy a little time to recover.
COMBATSYS: Franziska gains composure.
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Munin 1/-----==/=======|=======\==-----\1 Senna
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As odd as it seems, something makes Munin stop. Fear and rage mix in her eyes still, but the fact she has managed to get in licks and stay a bit ahead of this woman makes her realize that she ISN'T fighting Vega, and despite the soldiers, she ISN'T in asia.
Circling cautiously, her sense of logic and reason moves a step back towards the forefront of her mind, as she finally responds.... "Talk, then leave me alone". Short and to the point. Those lances of chi jut from the palms of her gloves, steady and of the same dark violet chi as her eyes unceasing glow, poised to strike at a moments notice as she watches Franziska for any sign of further assault.
COMBATSYS: Munin takes no action.
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Franziska's eyebrow arches in surprised curiosity. The number of times that has worked she can count on one hand. Something about people being good at throwing a punch or two makes them want to rely on physical violence rather than diplomacy and that effect is only amplified in those capable of even greater feats of martial might; a rather distressing trend for someone like her who prefers to duel with words.
Ironically, she doesn't really have anything to talk to this woman about. She's here because Vega sent her to find the woman that's been a thorn in his side so he can focus his efforts elsewhere. It is probably some sort of loyalty test as well which means she doesn't have a lot of options for alternate outcomes if she wants to infiltrate Shadaloo.
"Vell... color me surprised. Perhaps my unorthodox introduction vas a bit unsettlink? My apologies." When in dobut, stall. "You see, it is not actually I zat vishes to speak vit you. I am more of a... messenger, let us say."
She extends a hand towards the van at the far end of the alley and the soldiers standing there part to each side as if by mental command giving Munin a clear view of the vehicle's plush leather interior. No chains, no duffel bags, no restraints of any sort are visible.
"Consider zis an invitation." She closes her eyes momentarily and her bright smirk returns. "I vould highly suggest zat you accept zee hospitality."
COMBATSYS: Franziska takes no action.
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Munin 1/-----==/=======|=======\==-----\1 Senna
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There is little time left waiting for a response from Munin. It takes only a second or two for her to spit back "Better work on your diplomacy then, because i'm not going anywhere with you. I don't know you, but i don't like you. You also use psycho power, which makes me wonder who it is your a messanger OF!". Is a psycho-user automaticly evil? Not really. Does Munin KNOW this? Has no idea!
"Take your cronies and leave me alone!" Her eyes glow pulses a bit brighter for a moment as she says this.
COMBATSYS: Munin takes no action.
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Munin 1/-----==/=======|=======\==-----\1 Senna
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"Psycho... power?"
Franziska's eyes slide open as she tilts her head back, peering down her nose at the other woman as if she were an insect that just made a funny noise. The look of confusion in her expression and tone are sincere which might be a little startling or suspicious. She's either completely clueless or a really good actor.
The German considers something for a few moments then shakes her head a couple times, clucking her tongue against her teeth. "Tsk, tsk, zat is a shame. I vas hoping vee could do zis zee easy vey." She shrugs and sighs wistfully, smiling in her casual upbeat way again. "You schould know zat insulting somevan isn't zee best vey to make friends eizer, fraulein."
And then she is in Munin's face. One moment the half-naked nurse is standing a few feet away and the next she is laying into the other woman, her fist flying towards her face. Franziska's movements are fast; not enough to break the laws of physics unlike Munin's chi techniques but legitimately swift through sheer power and technique. Free from her usual burden of armor, Franziska practically flies across the gap in a single hop, throw a quick jab to try and take the girl by surprise.
COMBATSYS: Munin blocks Franziska's Jab Punch.
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The words alone are enough to clue Munin in to the incoming attack. If it isn't the easy way, then the hard way is inevitable! The sudden speed does catch her off guard, and she puts her arms up in defense, grunting as she stops the incoming blow, and while using her arms to try to interrupt Franziskas own arm motions, launches a series of kicks to the womans knee and stomach, and attempts to follow these up with an overhead wrist throw, provided Munin can keep her arms where she wants them.....
COMBATSYS: Franziska interrupts Charged Combo from Munin with Gelenksperre.
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Munin's stinging reprisal scores a few hits, her kicks smashing into the aggressive nurse's shins and stomach but as before Franziska seems to be almost passively immune to such attacks. Her grin doesn't even falter as she weathers the assault, one eye half shut in a wince, but when the shadow fighter goes for the throw she springs her trap.
When Munin's fingers close around her wrist she moves, circling to outside of her opponent and taking all of the power out of her grip even as she reverses it into one of her own. Her other hand comes up and snaps out towards the woman's elbow, locking it tightly in place and leaving her in a very compromising position.
Franziska's grin turns slightly mischievous as she applies pressure to the joint; not enough to outright break the arm but enough to make Munin feel it. "And to sink, you could have had a plush lezer seat instead."
"Erk!" is Munins only response as Franz puts her in a painful elbow lock. She goes from a look of pain to a look of pained fury as pressure is applied.
Her expression, for a moment, goes from one of pained anger, to one of pained amusement, as she grimaces in an attempt at a grin. She tightens her hand around Franzeskajust before she quite literally EXPLDOES with a massive explosion of violet chi, with herself as ground zero!
COMBATSYS: Franziska interrupts Twilight Rising from Munin with Eisernes Kreuz.
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The swell of powerful energy is obvious even to someone like Franziska who couldn't channel chi to save her life. Though she doesn't have a clue what psycho power is her inability to perform the techniques passed on to her by various martial arts masters from around the world has always been something of a sore spot for the German, driving her to almost unhealthy levels of obsession in her quest to discover her own power. The side effect of this futile effort was that she has learned how to sense chi - though not quite in the same way that users of it might.
Regardless of her methods, Franziska feels the build up of energy and prepares herself for it. Psycho Power surges out from her body in a dense field of kinetic force shielding her from all but the most powerful of blows. Even as the purple explosion washes over her slight form, torrential waves of deadly energy setting her hair and ragged clothes aflutter, she crouches slightly as balls up her fists as her own viscious power builds to critical mass in her hands.
The first punch comes in squarely against Munin's gut, her fist fighting against the surge of chi in a short dramatical clash, but ultimately her technique does what it is meant to do and her knuckles make contact with the other woman's skin. A powerful explosion rocks the alleyway but the bad news doesn't end there for even as the first detonation's energy disappates into sparks and crackles of raw force she brings her other hand up in a straight uppercut at the bottom of Munin's jaw, producing another cacophonous blast.
If Munin weren't so busy being hit, she would be very suprised. None the less, Franziskas blows land true, and poor Munin is knocked rather silly.
The last blow sends her flying back into the wall, the impact causing the healed ribs where Vega punched her in the back to recrack! The pain makes her see colors and other anomalies as she scrambles to her feet, trying to put as much distance between herself and Franziska. Once she has some distance for a moment, she shakes her head to clear it, trying to get her vision to refocus properly.....
COMBATSYS: Munin gains composure.
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The sickening crack as Munin hits the wall elicits another wince from her attacker in sympathy but the art of Panzerkunst is not designed for making friends. She does give the poor girl a few moments to collect herself, not wanting to seem cruel, and perhaps still holding a faint hope that she might talk her into surrendering without further violence.
"You can make zis easier any time by acceptink zee invitation. I haf some vunderbar champagne zat I brought from France. Much more enjoyable zan zis, I assure you."
As she speaks, Franziska slowly stalks down the alley towards her, hands clasped behind her as before. She doesn't seem concerned about any sort of reprisal that might come her way; very few people have taken that hit and walked away fine and she's starting to get a handle of this girl's bag of tricks. Her eyes remain focused on the target, however, and her graceful steps masterfully conceal the tensing of her muscles with each movement, ready to throw herself into the fray once again at a moment's notice.
COMBATSYS: Franziska focuses on her next action.
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Munin doesn't respond to the offer. All she does is stand there catching her breath, glaring daggers at the other woman. Then she moves in, coming in high with a low attack aimed at the ribs, before zipping sideways and changing up, coming in high with an overhead attack! She is definately slow than before, however, and her aura seems to be diminishing.....
COMBATSYS: Franziska dodges Munin's Strong Punch.
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The impairment to the agile fighter's formerly swift movements is obvious; the woman is clearly pushing herself towards her limits. Out of spite? Fear? Stubborness? Perhaps she will ask her when this is all over.
Franziska lets out a soft sigh when the attack comes, disappointment etched into her patrician features. "Haf it your vay."
The first blow is swatted aside with almost comical ease, the German's arm coming around to back hand the punch off course without even breaking her stride. The overhead blow forces her to move, however, and she steps sideways, shuffling a little awkwardly in the confined space of the alley's walls.
Her rerprisal is immediate and just as brutal, no hint of the mercy or empathy she offers with her words evident in her fighting style. Her leg snaps out and swings like a fulcrum towards Munin's side, attempting to ruthlessly hammer away at her previous injury.
COMBATSYS: Franziska successfully hits Munin with Knochenbrecher.
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CRAP! is all that goes through Munins mind as she misses, and the kick slams home, sending her flying forwards towards the opposing wall. Luckily, it's far enough away that she mmanages to pull off a roll before impact.
Coming up in a crouch, she throws a wave of shadowy chi at Franz, sweat on her forehead rolling in streams from the effort.....
She is quickly running out of steam.....
COMBATSYS: Franziska blocks Munin's Shadow Wave.
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Franziska tucks her arms in around her body like a boxer, bracing against the impact of the dark chi and the wave of shadowy energy breaks upon her guard like waves upon the rugged cliffs. She feels it though even through her incredible psycho-fueled defenses. Without her armored vambraces to take the edge off of the attack her arms go partially numb and she visibly winces but it is only for a moment. Her incredible recooperative powers kick in almost immediately and the stinging tingle quickly begins to fade to a dull ache.
At this point the outcome of the fight is little more than a matter of time as far as Franziska is concerned. Her opponent is reeling and getting desperate. The internal injuries from the blows she landed will catch up with Munin in a hurry the way she's fighting. Ironically, it might be more of a mercy to take her out quickly to prevent the stubborn girl from hurting herself needlessly. Ofcourse, considering where she's planning to take her afterwards, worrying about her health is a little strange but that's just the kind of person Franziska is.
"Let us end zis." Stepping forward with a little hop, the nurse throws a series of quick jabs at the other woman in an attempt to wear her out as gently as possible.
COMBATSYS: Munin blocks Franziska's Jab Punch.
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A grunt of exertion is the only response Munin gives for the incoming attack as she lets her arms absorb the shock. With a tired spin, she brings her foot up in a kick aimed at Franziskas mouth, in the hopes that it will stay closed if she succeeds! Words no longer go through her mind so much as instinctive actions at this point.....
COMBATSYS: Franziska interrupts Medium Kick from Munin with Eisenkorper.
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It is Franziska's neck that takes the blow instead of her face though, rather than a victory for the lithe shadow slayer, it is a calculated sacrifice. The blonde woman grunts as the powerful kick connects with the side of her head but she uses that pain as fuel, letting her devious mind spark the final flame.
Catching Munin's extended leg on her shoulder, Franziska steps forward, giving the woman no where to go and no balance to rely upon. Her fist swings around one last time and a detonation of pyscho-kinetic power blasts the unfortunate girl into the brick wall like a cannonball.
The blow impacts with the sound of a shotgun, and Munin is sent into the wall, the bricks crumbling inwards in a large dent in the process, making the whole building shake and rattle from the disruption. Meanwhile, Munin has a dazed look, her eyes losing their glow as her aura dies out.....
But the illusionist has one last trick up her sleeve, it seems....
In an instant, illusory chi-images of herself split from her form! One attacks from the left, aiming for the throat with a chi-lance! Another stays put in the wall impression, sending lances of black chi streaming towards Franziska! Yet another comes in from below, aiming for her legs! Finally, one comes in from the front, going with a head-on attack!
Regardless of the outcome, hit or miss, Munin reappears from the haze of chi, and collapses to the ground, unconscious.
COMBATSYS: Munin can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Franziska blocks Munin's Fierce Combo.
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The crunching of bones and bricks signals the end of the fight in a dramatic display of raw force. Franziska frowns slightly, taking a step forward with the intent of collecting her prize and getting her some fresh medical attention, but the sudden surge in chi cuts that plan short.
Stiffling a mild heart attack the German dances backwards on the tips of her feet just barely throwing up a defensive barrier in time to ward off the assault. She twists from side to side bringing her arms up to block attacks that never come as the illusionary energy pulls her one way and then the next in a flurry of infuriating feints. Real or not, her adrenaline-fueled defense thwarts every attack until the final blow comes from the front. Munin's punch sends her scooting backwards on her heels a few inches but it's the last ditch effort of a cornered rodent and ultimately it does little more than earn her one more notch on Franziska's respect meter.
"Let's get her to the safehouse - and alert the doctor, she will have internal bleeding." She relays the orders into her transmitter, speaking in German for the sake of her troops.
Rubbing at her bruised forearm, she takes a tenative step towards the fallen girl and taps her with her toe lightly. Getting no response after a few tries, Franziska gathers her up in her arms and carries her towards the open van. There is a soft mattress stretched out in the back, Franziska having anticipated this outcome, and she gently rests her quarry on the padding, climbing into the back beside her as the soldiers pile back into the vehicle and they take off down the busy streets.
Log created on 14:11:13 07/28/2014 by Franziska, and last modified on 12:03:41 07/29/2014.