Description: Wendigo is after the score of a lifetime. Gaining that score could have epically dire consequences for the world. It falls to Zach Glen to prevent that from happening. (Draw Match)
Well, this wasn't how Wendigo pictured his Sunday going, but he wasn't one to complain about his lot in life. Instead, he was more interested in turning lemons into lemonade, and then using that lemonade to drown his enemies in their sleep before going on his merry way.
And so here he was, chomping that cigar and adjusting the sleeves of his black leather trenchcoat, the broad brim of his cowboy hat(with the sides sticking up) keeping the sun out of his pale, snow-white face, short stubby cigar trailing smoke upward into the sky. He watched the team he'd hired get to work, their shitty little beat-up Toyota squeeling, the tires screeching as it stayed in place, the large, large hook and chain attached to the back bumper attached to a massive gem stuck in a wall of hieroglyphs, one that flashed and glowed, one that promised untold billions to the ride buyer.
Yeah, life was pretty good. Clouds were even starting to roll over the sun, which meant he wouldn't feel like he was baking like a can of beans. Things were finally looking up for the ivory terror, it seemed...
Zach Glen was passing through, investigating the insanity surrounding events in Transylvania. Strangely, he found the desert that was transplanted to be of interest. He couldn't explain it, but there was a pull he didn't feel the need to ignore it. These things always ended up taking the psion some place interesting.
So of course, Zach finds himself stumbling on to a robbery in progress. Zach frowns at the truck pulling at the massive gem, taking in the light show accompanying. That... cannot possibly be good, he thinks. Zach walks up, looking around as he does so. The moon takes on a blood-red tinge as the truck pulls at the gem, and that settles it.
"Excuse me," Zach says, and then pauses as he takes in the sight of Wendigo. Cripes, this guy is huge. "But... I think that that," he says as he points at the truck, chain, and gem, "Might not be a good idea."
While Zach wanders in to the scene, Wendigo's palm quickly finds his face as the truck finally speeds forward...and the entire skeleton of the truck is ripped right out, the red gem staying put right where it was, and the two in said truck sitting and sputtering, caught in their seatbelts and the driver trapped by his airbag. The big, ivory-skinned terror only shook his head and in a flash that trench coat of his was thrown aside to reveal the black leather pants, the Motorhead sleeveless shirt, and the harness of weapons worn over said shirt. The big man narrowed his gleaming red eyes over and the scrawny, stocky scrapper even as he grabbed the base of that chain and wrapped it around his right fist.
"Gotta do everythin' myself 'round here, you know what I mean brother? Man you were right, these jokers are useless. Tell ya what, you waste them, you can get their cut, how about that? Or, alternatively, you can go away and forget you ever saw me here. Two very great deals, and all...HNNNNGH...all very great alternatives to me eating your vocal chords. Whaddayathink?"
As he spoke, the big, seven foot, apelike powerhouse was hunched down and pulling on that chain. Slowly but surely, it seemed that he was making much better progress than the pick-up truck could, as that gem gave the barest fraction of an inch. Instantly in response, a frog fell out of the sky, and would probably land on the shoulder of the soul boxer, if his reflexes weren't up to snuff. That was a clear sign that Zach was probably right.
Zach winces as the man's avarice washes off of him, pivoting slightly to avoid the frog. That draws an even deeper frown. "You should probably leave," Zach says to two men. "This might get a bit messy." Regardless of whether or not the cohorts leave or not, Zach turns to face Wendigo, heaving a slight sigh.
"Or I could go with D," Zach slides into a ready stance, not /quite/ bringing his fists up for a fight. "And have you walk away from this. I might not be able to offer as much as you think you'll make off of that," Zach gestures at the large gem. "But you'll probably survive to spend it. Taking off with that gem might be horrible in the long run."
COMBATSYS: Wendigo has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Zach has joined the fight here.
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Zach 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Wendigo
Despite his attention being focused almost entirely on the gem in the wall that was slowly, slowly coming loose, Wendigo's senses were all highly alert, and he was keenly aware of the little twerp's veiled threat. And in Wendigo's world, threats were insults if you didn't back them up.
Instantly the chain was dropped and almost thrown on the ground, and Wendigo was leaping into the air with those massive, superior leg muscles of his. He came down with his left hand slashing wildly downward, but that was the feint to the real swipe, which was to bring the massive hunting knife in his hand across the youth's stomach area. No words, no taunts. Just like that, it was on.
COMBATSYS: Wendigo successfully hits Zach with This is a Knife.
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Zach 0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0 Wendigo
Zach sways away from the empty handed swipe, wincing as the knife slashes across his midsection. The knife cuts deeply, not hitting anything immediately vital, but Zach can tell it's going to bleed like nobody's business. Zach's frown remains firmly in place as snaps a quick left jab followed by a right straight.
"Yup," he mutters, "That's what I thought." Zach's technique is solid, but also augmented by a faint golden glow drawn forth from his soul. This is already going to crap, but at least Wendigo is NOT actively trying to steal that big honking gem. The behemoth is just trying to murder him. That's all. Nothing big.
COMBATSYS: Wendigo endures Zach's Rapid Combo.
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Zach 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Wendigo
The big man gave a cruel grin as the knife made contact, and his left hand grabbed at that hat of his to throw it aside, and to let that long black hair come down freely. He was circling around the boxer with his arms wide open, and he didn't even see the jab that popped him right in that hooked nose that crunched down the cartiledge. In fact, he didn't even react to it until that right fist smashed him right in that handlebar mustache of his, and caused him to stagger backward a step. Instantly he dropped to a knee and lashed out with his left hand, trying to hook it behind Zach's left knee(which he reasoned would be sticking out after throwing that powerful right hand). Seconds later unless Zach had an answer for this, the big man would use that awesome strength to 'flip' the boxer head over heels in the air, not caring where he landed, or how. What was the point of life if you didn't have some fun every once and a while, right?
COMBATSYS: Zach fails to interrupt Medium Throw from Wendigo with Gazelle Punch EX.
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Zach 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Wendigo
Zach is already moving when Wendigo hooks the leg, dropping into a crouch of his own. The left hand was back, chambered for a long uppercut. The problem is that Zach, while used to fighting people taller than he is, rarely fights people Wendigo's size.
The fist falls short of Wendigo's jaw, the burst of Soul Power passing in front of the giant's face harmlessly as Zach leaps skyward. And then the boxer goes for a ride, slamming to the desert sands on his stomach, leaving him gasping for air and bleeding on the ground.
Things were going good for the powerhouse, so much so that he had time to flick that knife still held in his right hand, making sure it wasn't still covered in blood when he sheathed it back on the back of his belt and snapped said sheath closed. He had time to 'pop' his nose back into place, snorting blood out of his sinuses and spitting out that almost-dead cigar to let it lay in the still-hot sands, before he spoke.
"Ever wake up today, and wonder why ya fuckin' bothered? I'm bettin' that's you right now."
He casually spoke while he stood over the face-down boxer, dropping to one knee which was placed in the middle of the man's spine, his big, thick white fingers reaching down to try and interlock just under his chin. And if this worked, Wendigo would make sure that Zach got a little taste of the Middle East in the form of that most classic of wrestling moves, the dreaded Camel Clutch! When in Rome, and all that crap.
COMBATSYS: Zach dodges Wendigo's Free Chiropracty!.
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Zach 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Wendigo
Zach rolls out of the way before the knee comes down, getting his feet under him quickly as he does so. Even before that, however, Wendigo might find himself awash in brilliant golden energy in the wake of Zach's fast movement.
"Nah," he says glibly while he dusts himself off. "Stopping people from doing stupid, possibly world-ending things is its own reward."
COMBATSYS: Wendigo blocks Zach's Soul Flare.
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Zach 0/-------/---====|======-\-------\0 Wendigo
"Man, only world around here gonna end is yers. Now stand still ya-ghrrk!"
His train of thought was completely interrupted by the sudden glow of beautiful golden light, beautiful blinding golden light that forced the big man to squeeze his eyes shut and further shield them with his left beefy forearm, still there on one knee and and dazed. Moments later, still partially blinded, he'd stand and swing wildly in Zach's general direction. Unfortunately for the boxer, with the bounty hunter's sense of smell, taste and hearing, not having access to his eyes wasn't as huge a deal as one would hope.
"Think yer cute, ya little prick?!"
COMBATSYS: Zach blocks Wendigo's Strong Punch.
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Zach 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Wendigo
Zach ducks his head, bringing his hands up in a classic peek-a-boo style block to catch the punch on his forearms. There is a grin in Zach's eyes as he bobs left then weaves right.
"Only sometimes," he says, eyeing the larger man intently. The boxer then darts in quickly, chambering another right straight augmented by that otherworldly light. The exception this time being that Zach actually gets a chance to plant his feet and put his body behind the punch aimed right at Wendigo's sternum!
COMBATSYS: Wendigo dodges Zach's Haymaker Punch.
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Zach 0/-------/-======|======-\-------\0 Wendigo
This time, Zach gets to show off his skills, and why he's respected in the fighter community as a powerful boxer.
This time, Wendigo gets to show why he doesn't give a damn. His vision blurry, he saw enough of the attack to understand the basics, dancing 'against' the blow and getting inside the smaller man's guard easily, and it was the easiest thing in the world for the ivory terror to launch his skull downward, aiming a headbutt right for the bridge of his enemy's nose.
But that wasn't all, only the set-up. If that worked, it would be all the distraction Wendigo needed to grab the man's shirt collar(or his throat if he was shirtless), and THROW him up behind him, aiming the boxer for the beat up frame of that wrecked and totaled truck, which the two men were still stuck inside. Wendigo was playing for keeps, it seemed...
COMBATSYS: Zach interrupts Combo Grapple from Wendigo with Stopping Jab.
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Zach 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Wendigo
Wendigo's head comes down and Zach reacts almost instinctively, snapping a left jab directly at the larger man's nose. Soul Power augments the punch, but it's not enough to protect Zach from the mistake he's made.
Wendigo has a great deal more weight to put behind a headbutt than Zach can reasonably protect himself from quickly. Pain lances down Zach's arm from the sudden, violent impact, causing the boxer to stagger back as he tries to shake the pain out of his hand and wrist.
Well, that didn't go the way he'd hoped. That skull of his was hard enough to reduce a brick wall to rubble, but against a Soul Power punch, that didn't mean a whole lot. That nose was rebroken and blood squirted out in every direction, and instantly the big man dropped to his back like a sack of potatoes. After a second his eyes stopped rolling around in his head...and the man sat back up, forcefully snortng blood out of his painful, sensitive nose. On his face...was a grin.
"Thab...wab a goob wob. Wabba try agaib, abbhobe?!"
After a second Wendigo was hopped back to his feet, sand covering his black clothing, but he didn't pay attention to that right now. Those blood-red eyes were focused entirely on his prey...
COMBATSYS: Wendigo focuses on his next action.
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Zach 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Wendigo
"Perhaps not," Zach says with a slight grin, "Not too many skulls that hard running around, after all."
Zach decides to get smart this time, keeping his distance from the larger man by taking a couple of light steps away from Wendigo as he thrusts his hands forward as he mimes a handgun held in a good Weaver grip. "How about you try this," he says as he fires a basketball sized burst of Soul Power at Wendigo's chest.
COMBATSYS: Zach successfully hits Wendigo with Blast Punch.
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Zach 1/-----==/=======|=======\======-\1 Wendigo
Wendig wasn't smiling, he wasn't laughing, his teeth were bared and looked sharper than teeth should be. He began walking towards the little man, and didn't even move to defend himself when that ball shot towards him and smashed smackdab in the middle of his chest, burning a hole in that shirt, energy that tingled and spread throughout the criminal's entire body. His eyes widened, his knees hunched down, and he...roared?
Yeah, roared. Reaching up quickly, he ripped that shirt entirely away so that only the milky white, tattoo-covered pectorals were showing, and a moment later he was running towards Zach at, no joke, the speed of a speeding car. He threw his shoulder into a powerful spear tackle, something that would tack Zach down hard to the sand, and something that would hit with the fury of a locomotive if it hit at all. But Wendigo wouldn't be done there, and would throw punch after punch after punch after punch to the downed foe, rights and lefts in a furious ground'n'pound.
This would stop after a full minute as the big man stood to his full height, unholstered that massive magnum revolver from his right side, and aimed it down, almost point-blank, at the (hopefully) destroyed form underneath his feet.
"Not bad. Now it's my turn."
The hammer was pulled back, and the trigger was squeezed.
BLAM!
COMBATSYS: Zach fails to counter Vaya Con Whatever from Wendigo with Dynamite Punch.
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Zach 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Wendigo
Wendigo charges. Zach, however, doesn't back down. In fact, he makes no move to even try to get out of the way of the large man. Zach waits for his moment as time seems to slow down in his perception. He frowns in concentration as his left foot slides forward. He twists his torso. Soul Power wraps around the boxer's left hand as the three-quarters uppercut sails towards Wendigo's jaw...
...and right past the back of Wendigo's head without impact.
Zach folds like a bad hand of poker under Wendigo's weight, getting pummeled throughout. Zach's eyes go wide as the gun comes out, but the psion can't rise past propping himself up on his elbows. Too many heavy punches in too rapid succession. The gun roars, and Zach rocks back to the ground, gasping for air.
Wendigo's eyes went wide, just a little, smoke billowing from the barrel of that six-shooter, looking down at the blood-splattered mess he was standing over, almost unsure of how to react.
"Goddamn, boy, ain't you never give up?"
He broke into a laugh that cut through the typical macho demeanor, even as he twirled that piece better than any outlaw could. Moments later it was holstered, and the ivory terror was casually walking over to the truck, still torn apart, still with a couple of trapped and dazed henchmen, grabbing a small bag out of the back of the truck and talking with the injured boxer all the while.
"Well shit, I think this miracle of life calls for a celebration, don't you?!"
He returned and, when he got close enough...sat down on his haunches, letting that sand cover the ass of his pants and get into his thick, heavy duty boots, uncaring at this point. Opening the bag, the assassin pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels, and two glasses, grinning all the while.
"You drink, brother? This is a great opportunity to if ya don't, might not get another chance. Gurgle twice for yes, if I fucked up yer vocal chords."
COMBATSYS: Wendigo takes no action.
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Zach 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Wendigo
"Never," Zach rasps as he starts to sit up, gasping for air. He gingerly touches his right shoulder where the bullet went in and stopped. The boxer winces as he straightens up, taking deep breaths. "Gonna have to pass on the drink for the moment, though," he says softly as he focuses his energies inward.
A faint glimmer of energy ripples around Zach, as a moment later, the wound seems to wriggle a bit disconcertingly before a piece of lead starts to force its way out of the open wound before dropping to the desert sands. "There," he finally says a bit more firmly. Gunshot wounds will take it out of just about anyone.
"Goddamn, yer practically the Predator, aintcha?!"
The assassin spoke with a jovial nature, giving a huge wolfish grin and shaking his head in disbelief. While his body rested and recovered, it appeared the smaller man was really struggling with his recovery, despite the awesome inner strength and force of will it must have took to force out that bullet with his own muscles. Quite frankly, Wendigo hadn't seen anything like it before. And so, not acting, Wendigo merely ripped that bottle open, and took a sloppy swig of the stuff to let it burn his insides in that beautiful, beautiful way.
"Let mek now when ya wanna play patty cake again, or maybe you'll get smart an' walk away before ya can't do yer miracle walk on water shit. All up to you, son."
COMBATSYS: Wendigo gains composure.
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Zach 1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Wendigo
COMBATSYS: Zach successfully aids himself with Lay On Hands.
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Zach 1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Wendigo
Zach stands up, bouncing on the balls of his feet twice with barely a wince. The bullet wound was pressing business, but the rest of the beating wasn't insignificant. He'll be moving stiffly in the morning if he's moving at all.
"Afraid I can't do that," Zach says. "I walk away, you go back to trying to take that gem." Golden energy flows across his body. "You pull that gem, Lord only knows what will happen, but I'd put money that it'd be bad things." Zach bounces once more with a grimace. It ain't exactly sporting, but Wendigo's messing with Things Better Left Alone.
A burst of golden energy propels the psion forward even as Zach reaches for Wendigo's chest. A moment before contact happens, a lance of psychic power screams forward from that outstretched hand!
COMBATSYS: Wendigo dodges Zach's Soul Flare.
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Zach 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Wendigo
Wendigo knew better, and as that arm outstretched, the big man darted and rolled off the ground with a speed that he'd already demonstrated that he had. He saw that golden light streak into the sand, charring some of it to turn black, and his eyes narrowed in anger.
"Goddamn, kid, ya must not have yer head screwed on right! Must be all those hammers I just threw at yer head!"
As he spoke, his left hand pulled two things from his pocket instantly, and a second later that mostly-full bottle of Jack he was holding became a Molotov cocktail, one that engulfed his own hand in flames. But he was way too close to throw that, it would get them both!
So he did one better, and just swung it for the side of the boxer's skull, not wasting anymore time. He was through playing games!
COMBATSYS: Zach blocks Wendigo's The Hangover.
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Zach 0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Wendigo
Zach continues to stay in close, tucking his left fist by his ear. Energy flares, shielding Zach from the flames and most of the glass, drawing lines of blood across his arm and face. "Could be," Zach says as he lowers his left arm once more.
More of that golden energy flares as the boxer slams a fist towards Wendigo's liver. Time to set up a knock-out pattern, the psion thinks coldly. This guy's already demostrated both insanity and willingness to kill.
COMBATSYS: Wendigo endures Zach's Liver Blow.
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Zach 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Wendigo
%When you were a big sloppy bruiser like Wendigo, sometimes it meant that, no matter how powerful you were, no matter how fast you were, no matter how nigh-unkillable you were, sometimes people were going to get past your "guard". And when that happened, usually it lead to horrible, horrible things. Like, for example, one hell of a liver shot that made Wendigo's blood red eyes nearly pop out of his head, his purple tongue hanging out of his mouth, staggering backwards clutching where he was just hit and doubled over. Unfortunately for Zach, Wendigo was used to this sort of pain, and the way his body worked, he didn't "shut down" the way a normal human might. So before Zach had a chance to pull his fist away, two hands would grab at the man's wrist, and moments later Zach would hopefully be flung right at that wall. Specifically, glung at the speed of sound right towards that gem. Wendigo, quite frankly, didn't give a damn about it anymore, he just wanted it wrecked to see the look on this little shit's face.
COMBATSYS: Wendigo successfully hits Zach with Strong Throw.
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Zach 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Wendigo
Zach slams hard against the gem, his body giving before the gem does. The boxer falls to the ground in a cloud of sand. The gem remains in place, but the wall behind it looks a little worse for wear. A moment later Zach bursts from the cloud, more of that Soul Power spins around Zach's right hand, distending into an almost drill-like shape.
The psion closes in the blink of the eye, driving a third right straight at Wendigo's heart, the whole punch twisting like a corkscrew even as the energy whirls like a drill to emphasize the impact and hopefully driving the larger man to the sands!
COMBATSYS: Zach can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Wendigo endures Zach's Heartbreak Shot.
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Wendigo didn't even have time to celebrate his victory, didn't have time to get disappointed at the lack of gem-smashing, because Zach popped right up, and that punch finally, finally finds a home in Wendigo's solar plexus, in his center chakra. His ribs creaked and bent inwards painfully, and the big man went flying into that truck, smashing into the axels and a tire before rolling and smashing right into the flatbed, the back of his skull shattering right through the rear window and his eyes rolled around in his head like billiard balls. It was clear to anybody, that Wendigo was down for the count.
"God...damn."
COMBATSYS: Wendigo takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Wendigo can no longer fight.
Zach stands just long enough to see Wendigo go and stay down. Then he wobbles, and outright collapses, coughing blood across the desert sands as he passes out. The world is, in theory, safe from this threat.
Whether or not Zach is safe from the desert is another matter entirely.
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Log created on 18:47:48 08/10/2014 by Zach, and last modified on 23:26:45 08/10/2014.