Description: Two titans clash in Metro City's filthy, flooded epicentre. It is raining, and there is the possibility of being electrocuted by more than Benimaru's shocking personality... which is totally not his own. The suave and sexy model seems to be under the impression that the answer to every problem is punching it. Preferably until it stops moving. Shen is sassy and flamboyant. Who will win, whose hair will be ruined, and is Shen gonna return to Southtown with a manicure or something, 'cause that's just weird and the Gaia Tournament does not endorse this lifestyle change. (Winner: Shenimarchu)
High winds and heavy rains fulminate upon Metro Bridge, the vast pavement swaying precipitously beneath the few abandoned vehicles that remain atop it. The suspension engineering allows for this pendulous movement without compromising the structural integrity of this mighty landmark, but for those unfortunate enough to be perched atop the bridge in the midst of this burgeoning storm, the facts may be insufficient consolation.
At least, if they have enough presence of mind to care.
"I said /eighty-percent cacao/!"
The hapless assistant's cry of anguish can be heard even over the torrential downpour as Benimaru's backhand sends him sends him flying into a car, the stylish blond flexing his manicured fingers as he leers about him with wide belligerent eyes. In his other hand is held an unopened chocolate bar. The shootfinger, blond hair worn low rather than static charged up as is his usual wont, blinks, looking slightly disconcerted as the incoherent rage fades from his eyes.
This gives another assistant associated with the Gaia Tournament the courage to step forward. "Um, Mr. Nikaido, sir, you never had a preference for sweets before..."
"It's a gift, obviously," Benimaru replies distractedly, his tone utterly calm and conversational as he reaches up to rub his temple with his slapping hand, squinting in bemusement.
"For whom--?"
"FOR YOUR FACE!" he suddenly screams, and in a flash he has stuffed the still-wrapped chocolate bar into the gaping mouth of the stunned assistant, who chokes and staggers backward, flailing wildly. "Anyone else want some!?" he roars, pounding his slender chest at the onlookers, unfazed by the storm all around them. "Who else volunteers to be punched!?"
Benimaru abruptly pauses, brow furrowing in confusion, and thinks.
"With my foot!" he then declares, looking satisfied.
Needless to say, all of this is being filmed by the Gaia crew.
'Now, Mister Woo-' began a handler, looking to be somewhere in her thirties and rather attracive even inspite of the rainslicker that hid much of her from view. "Shen." interrupted the brute in the chair infront of her, he sat in a set-chair, the name 'Shen Woo' branded across the back. The words 'god of battol' were written beneath it in what might be sharpie.
'I'm sorry..?' she replied turning her attention fully to the fighter she had been assigned to. The sight caused her to gasp.
Shen Woo is not a unhandsome fellow, it is simply his attitude and brutish mallice that casts him in a unappealing palor. Here and now, lips worked into a amiable smile, eyes set upon her, Shen Woo was quite a enthralling entity. "You can call me Shen. Just Shen." he repeated as he rose up from his chair and approached her, fingers coiling around hers, drawing them upwards for just the faintest of brushes across his lips, their gaze never breaking, "I'll woo you lat-" he abruptly stopped, eyes going wide. What was- His stomache turned, the rock-hard, rediculous abdominal muscles that made up his core tightened as he suppressed a sudden wretch. It would not be enough.
Clamping a hand over his mouth, Shen Woo bolted from the tent and ran wild into the rain, hurling himself to the railing of the swaying bridge before promptly hurling over it.
R'UUUUURGHBLE!'
It went on for a little while.
In the end, Shen Woo was left bewildered and impty, his skin clammy and his head cloudy, this is something he normally only experiences the morning after, not the night before! Grinding the back of his hand across his lips, Shen Woo staggered away. Maybe it was something he ate... The swaying bridge didn't help any! He bumped and thumped into cars as he headed towards what would serve as their center ring. He'd feel better after rearranging Pikachu's face!
"Now then," Benimaru says, running a hand through his hand elegantly, even as he brings his foot down upon the chest of the blue-faced assistant still choking on a wrapped chocolate bar, causing it to pop dramatically from his mouth as he gasps for air. "Where is my brutish and uncultured adversary?" He spreads his arms laconically and sighs with a long-suffering smile, instinctively mugging for the camera even as he continues to ruin his image by grinding his foot into the fallen man.
One traumatized onlooker points with a shaking arm toward some vagrant stumbling into cars upon the swaying bridge, and Benimaru turns on his heel, sauntering forth even as the winds whip his clothes about him and thunder rumbles in the distance.
"Why must I always be booked in these 'Beauty and the Beast' fights?" is the question he offers the raging heavens, waving his hand nonchalantly. "I swear, dealing with these hoodlums as though they're on the level of a King of Fighters makes me-- so-- ANGRY!!" he roars, kicking a car next to him so hard its tires screech as it slides horizontally toward the reinforced bridge railings. "AAAARGGHH!" he begins to slap his own face furiously, though it's unclear whether he's getting himself worked up or trying to knock some sense into himself.
At this point, even he doesn't know.
"You there!" he shouts at Shenwoo, sculpted face red with his own palm-prints, as he flamboyantly rests his fingertips on his own sternum, tracing down the fine material of his tight-fitting black top. "Prepare yourself to witness true fighting style and be amazed. 'Cuz I'm gonna kick your AAAAAAAAA--"
Grip tightening, Benimaru tears off his shirt.
"--SSSSSSSS!"
COMBATSYS: Benimaru has started a fight here.
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Shenwoo bolsters himself up against a ford. His legs still feel a little weak and wobbly but the prospect of a fight helps him steel his nerves and settle his stomache. He can hear Benimaru over both thunder and rain, the man's effiminate voice raised to the heavens in a shrill, churlish cry that made Shen Woo suspect his testecles had been closed down for lack of interest.
Shen Woo just glares at Beni, a worn, haggard glare that causes the rainwater between them to.,.. do nothing really, it's still falling, but if feels really awkward for falling between two men that are staring each other with such interest in the physicality upon the other's body that is about to commence. It's almost lust... bu at least Shen Woo is going to keep his pants on, judging by Beni's sudden, hulkinian disrobing.
The hunched posture of Shenwoo straightens, the Shanghai brawler almost striking a pose as he sweeps a hand through the crop of blonde locks that makes up his hair. His bangs fall back haphazerdly, the rain causing them to clump together in tight, sopping tendrils. "Is that what you intend to do?" Shen Woo wonders aloud, his lips curling into a thin, sly smile as he fixes Benimaru with a look better suited to a bedroom than a battlefield. "By the way your undressing, I imagined you wanted something else! Oh it starts the same as fighting, but it ends ~very~ differ-" again, his words die on his tongue, his mouth clamping shut even as his cheeks swell outwards.
Scrambling, Shen Woo stoops over the side of a pickups bed, his body trembling and surging as his gut revolts against the indignity. This bout is shorter but more terrible. He is dry.
Wavering, Shen Woo pushes himself odd of the truck, staggering before he can sure his footing.
"I'm... I'm just going to punch you now." his voice is hoarse.
True to his word, Shen Woo flings himself at the other man, a fist cocked back by his ear like the hammer of a pistol. With a strained grunt, he lets it fly, the water that inundates the bridge kicks up in his wake, toes dragging across the asphalt as he rockets forward, a face-seeking fist-missile
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo has joined the fight here.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Benimaru
COMBATSYS: Benimaru blocks Shenwoo's Gekiken.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Benimaru
"Ah ha ha!" Benimaru waves a hand in a frivolous gesture of dismissal as Shen Woo attempts to empty out a gut already emptied. "Are you so fearful of my might that even your lunch flees?" Lightning crackles down in the near distance, and the gifted showman casually seizes the opportunity, raising his hand as though he is capturing it, electricity coursing down his hand to his elbow, smirking slightly. His feet adopt a practiced, agile stance that adapts easily to the swaying of the bridge beneath them both. "Should you still dare launch a barbaric attack, you shall meet an expert defense--"
The fist-missile comes.
"HUUUAAGHHH!"
And Benimaru blocks it with his face. That is to say, he headbutts Shen Woo's fist, which is a legitimate way of blocking in some quarters.
"/Ow/!"
Those quarters are not Benimaru's quarters.
"God! Ow! Just-- ow!" Benimaru rubs his forehead vigorously, glaring at Shen Woo indignantly. "What is /wrong/ with m-- I mean, you? Don't you, uh, don't you have a better introductory phrase than 'I'm just going to punch you now'?" Is that the problem? Benimaru has no idea what the problem is, but it's certainly not /him/, so he's latching onto the first thing he can think of.
"Go stew in your own filth!"
The electricity gathered in his right arm is released as Benimaru slashes his hand out, unleashing a powerful spinning arc of lightning which aims to blast Shenwoo right into the back of the pickup truck in which he-- well, didn't actually do anything, but Benimaru doesn't know that.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo fails to reflect Raimei Tou from Benimaru with Tamaken.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Benimaru
A note of mirth rose up from Shen Woo's chest, his lips work into that smile once more, that sly, slick smile that causes his eyes to narrow in something that might be amusement. "You dare berrate me and that is the best quip you can muster?" muses the brawler as his feet slide apart, heels set against the rough surface of the bridge as he draws his right hand towards his left shoulder, body twisting to align the path of his arm with the arcing spear that is Benimaru's gleaming, silvery rope of elemental discharge, "How sho-!" when he ordinarily would have let his hand fly and batted the bolt away to dance between the suspension cables, Shen Woo instead cocks his wrist and splays his fingers in a flourish that costs him in pain dollars.
"'Kaugh?!"
Whatever voltage that Benimaru could muster slammed into Shen Woo, muscles siezed and his body stiffened, every bit of him seeming intent to leap free of his bones. His body fumed as it was sent flying away, the flight was short, the window of the ford helped slow him, the windshield spiderwebing beneath his weight before his body tumbled over the metal in hard, heavy thunks before he came to rest in the truck bed with a heavy, chassis shaking thump.
Groaning, he emerged, a hand clasping the rim of the bed as he hauled himself out and spilled onto the bridge in a tangle of limbs that he could just barely manage to organize by the time he was back on his feet. Oddly enough, he and Benimaru seemed to share hair-styles for the stray moment, the extra bit of current causing each and every folical to stand on end.
"Ha ha ha," Benimaru laughs again, raising his hand to his lips as though to politely cover his mouth, except for the obvious fact that his fingers are splayed. "My attacks always hit their mark. Precision arises from a cool mind and THAT'S MY HAIR," he screams, "YOU CAN'T WEAR YOUR HAIR LIKE THAT BECAUSE THAT'S /MY/ HAIR!" The overwhelming winds from an oncoming hurricane are as nothing compared to Benimaru's shrieking voice. "GIVE ME MY Haaahhh--?"
The blond shootfighter staggers slightly, raising his fingers to his temple again, eyebrows raising as his eyes roll upward, like a man endeavoring to remember something very important. Something like his identity.
"Nevertheless," he continues uneasily, having the vague sense that he just said something uncharacteristic but unable to detect any inconsistency in his own self-evidently immaculate behavior, "you fight like you look: a lump of lifeless rock chiseled into the shape of a man. Now bear witness to my prowess as I aaaam goooooonnaaaaa KIIIIIILL YOOOOOUUU--"
Benimaru lunges gracefully, stumbles, roars in anger, and charges forward frantically, electricity crackling around him as he at last spirals into some sort of incomprehensible takedown meant to bowl Shenwoo off his feet and slam him into the rain-sodden pavement this time. It's quick, at least. And ... uh ... hard to predict?
COMBATSYS: Benimaru successfully hits Shenwoo with Benimaru Collider.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Benimaru
"Oh ho?" Shen Woo chortled when Benimaru railed at him. Even though he still fumed from the horrible, electrical shock that the man had just given him, Shen Woo straightened, guiding his hands up drom his temples and over the short, shock-straight affair that had become his hair. "I'm sure I wear even this better than you could ever hope!" he taunted the man, smarm sweeping across his face as if it were applied with all the elegance and care of a paint roller.
"So you compare me to art now? How flattering!" he clarioned even as he tried to dig in his heels and absorb the horrible collision that was the two bundles of men at the point of impact. It knocked Shen Woo's breath out of him in a sharp, 'Whoof!', driving him back against the bumper of a car, the crash caving in the grill and causing the anti-theft alarm to shriek it's song of alert.
The shock of the tackle and the stabbing noise of the alarm rattle Shen Woo's brain from the fever that is this strange personality flux for just a moment. He groans, features working into a unhandsome scowl, a hand lifting to his head. "What the hell?" he snarls as he collects his thought (singular intended). His eyes, bleary and unsure, alight on Pikachu. His anger is turned on Benimaru, his confusion is turned into anger and turned on Benimaru. His unrequited man-lust towards-
Wait, what?!
Lurching into action, standing if Benihana had righted himself after the tackle, or simply just decking him from a position half-reclined on the car hood, Shen Woo let fly, left fist balling and reeling back as he hunched forward, a left hook sweeping around for the side of the other blonde's head.
COMBATSYS: Benimaru blocks Shenwoo's Strong Punch.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Benimaru
"Some works of art are destined for museums," Benimaru declares, gesturing elegantly to himself mere moments after he's somehow pulled himself together from his wild lightning tackle, "and some are destined for the scrap heap." He pauses, and then waggles his fingers. "Then there's the art that's mass-produced for purchase in department stores, made to adorn the cookie-cutter abodes of the petit bourgeois. That's more what I was going for. Why do I have this terrible headache?"
He vaguely recalls headbutting a fist, upon reflection.
Gathering his fragmented consciousness just in time for Shen Woo, driven mad with desire, to rush toward him with fist lashing, Benimaru neatly deflects the strike, stepping aside with the grace and swiftness of his usual fighting style to counter with a spinning low kick. An impressive display of technique--
"GUOOOOOOOOHHHH!"
--promptly ruined as Benimaru goes full Iori and attempts to pounce on Shen Woo who, if his legs have been scythed out from under him by the first kick, may find his head grabbed and pounded into the pavement repeatedly.
"GIVE ME BACK MY SHIRT!!"
It's in a wet heap a few meters away, if anyone cares.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo blocks Benimaru's Combo Grapple.
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Shenwoo 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Benimaru
"This is my shirt, you filanderous cretin!" Shen Woo's conciousness lapsed away, replaced with some other entity that understood and could say multi-syllabic words. He angled a leg forward, thrusting it into the path of the sweeping kick, catching it before it's intended connection. The pain that radiated out of his shin was exquisite but he did not quite topple, nor was he subject to the skull massage offered by the bridge and facilitated by Beniori.
Instead, Beni was crouching, kneeling before him as he should be. Joining his hands together, Shen Woo hefted both above his head, "That's right, you high-haired mongrel, stay down!" he chimed as he brought his paired fists down with considerable force!
COMBATSYS: Benimaru interrupts Fukuko-Geki from Shenwoo with Denei Spark.
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Shenwoo 1/-======/=======|==-----\-------\0 Benimaru
Benimaru is indeed crouching, fist raised and ready to pummel someone who-- is-- not there, because he wasn't toppled by that low kick at all. The shootfighter seems to have gotten a little ahead of himself. He blinks rapidly, trying to figure out why he thought taking this fight to the ground was a good idea in the first place, but has difficulty recoveing his senses amidst the crash and howl of the winds and rain.
What matters right now is that Shen Woo is still standing. And that--
"If you dare strike my hair--"
--is infuriating.
"IT STRIKES YOU!!"
Benimaru senses Shen Woo bringing his fists down toward his head, but he does not dodge, no, and he does not block, not even with his face. This time, overwhelmed by an irrational rage he cannot and needs not explain, Benimaru clenches his fists by his sides and screams like a Super Saiyan. His hair cannot turn blond because it already is, but the surge of electricity that pulses up his body crackles upward toward the tips of his hair, and as soon as Shen's fists make physical contact with that Japanese national treasure, a Taser-like jolt is produced from the hair itself to briefly stun him and slow his attack.
"HUUAAAHHHHH!"
With his untouchable hair having created the opening, Benimaru then rises into a mighty uppercut, lightning crackling around him all the while.
"MY BODY IS A WEAPON!!"
The fists come down and the volts go up.
Electricity surges through Shen Woo, his body going rigid as the current plays hell with his muscles, his nerves. It all knots up and leaves him arched, spasming, jaw clenched against a cry of pain and eyes shocked wide, staring up at heaven as it pours it's buckets down. To put a nail in it all, Beni plants a fist to the brick that is Shen Woo's chin. He is launched away, body rushing to catch up with the head that was sent snapping away at the end of his neck. He hits the ground hard, soaked and steaming.
He writhes for a moment before hauling himself to his feet, features contorted in considerable discomfort.
"Yes, but a weapon... a weapon-" he struggles. Whatever foul magics that have assailed him can only last so long... that and they have only so many braincells to utilize.
"Fuckit." he spits, "I'm just punching you in the face again!" it worked pretty well last time.
He hurls himself forward, wobbly and ungainly as his boots slap across the rain flooded bridge, veering and weaving with the swaying of the ground beneath him. A fist rocks back and locks in place near his ear. He can feel his spirit buoy, a this is surely the turn of the tide!
The fist flys forward and a shock erupts from him, cars rock on their suspensions as he passes, water erupts into plumes in his wake. His fist is like a battering ram, his body following along only as a after thought. Here it comes!
COMBATSYS: Benimaru just-defends Shenwoo's Zetsu! Gekiken!
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0 Benimaru
The fusion is complete.
Benimaru's consciousness has perpetually been at war with itself, a strange swapping and inversion periodically occurring. He will not be able to explain his actions in the aftermath, and he will not be able to excuse them. But in this moment, his fists trembling and coursing with electricity as the storm rages about them all, his eyes wide and maddened, and his gorgeous hair standing on end, he experiences a transcendent euphoria, a divine bliss unlike anything he has felt before.
"I am complete," he whispers, gazing at everything and nothing.
Shen Woo rushes toward him with a vicious face punch prepared, struggling against a rolling bridge and psychological happenings, but though Benimaru can see the explosive potential there waiting to be unleashed, he feels himself perfectly calm. He is above these proceedings. Not merely because he is beautiful or great or extremely likeable or all the other things that have always been true about him. No, he is above all this because he is a God. A God of Battle. He is--
"I am--"
Benimaru's eyes gleam with a lightning flash.
"Shenimarwoo."
That mighty punch is met with an incredible display of acrobatics. A deflection becomes a pivot, Shenimarwoo twisting to vault over his adversary's very arm and leap toward the heavily dented pickup truck, landing neatly on the edge of its roof and then triangle-jumping off, only to be caught just that moment by a powerful gust of wind as though summoned by his very will.
"HURRICAAAAANE!"
Shenimarwoo roars with the pride of a very stylish and shirtless god as he spins into a rapid series of electrically-imbued kicks, a veritable force of nature, as though birthed from the storm itself.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo stops Gen'ei Hurricane from Benimaru with Tamaken.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Benimaru
What did he just say...?
What in the hell did he just say?
Not the Hurricane bit, that's dumb, forget that. What was the other thing he just said?
'Shenimarwoo'
The faltering will and persona that struggled to maintain control of Shen Woo's wild heart died in a instant, it died in a torrent of fire and anger, it died when the untapped power that mad this man the God Of Battle rolled in like the tide and swept it away, pulled it kicking and screaming into the vast ocean of idiocy and violence that radiates from Shen Woo's very fiber.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?!" the brawler bellows in the face of the hurricane, the chill weight that had been hanging on his body shrugged off as if it was a cumbersome vestment.
He steps forward and every kick is answered by a swat, every blow turned aside with a whip on his hand, there are not flourishes or flicks of the wrist to slow them, he bats the kicks aside.
"I AM SHEN WOO" he roars into the rain, into the howl of the wind, "I AM THE ONLY GOD OF BATTLE!" the assault abates and he is left there, steaming, body radiating a gleaming, crimson light that causes the rain to hiss away when it touches his skin, "AND IF YOU DON'T GET THAT, I'LL RAM IT DOWN YOUR FUCKING THROAT UNTIL YOU DO!"
"Hmph."
Shenimarwoo stands, poised and shirtless, arching an eyebrow as he witnesses the aura building out Shen Woo, ruminating on how each one of his blazing-fast kicks could have been stopped by this lout. The camera has managed to capture a splendid display of fighting prowess today, even if the talk of the town will likely be the two fighters' bizarre behavior. But Shen Woo, at least, has returned to normal. His opponent, on the other hand--
"You are nothing."
Not so much.
"I have absorbed you," Shenimarwoo intones. "All that you are, I have become and transcended. With my might combined with your belligerence, I have become a warrior to rival any. You are no longer necessary. Rejoice, nobody," he declares, in a combination of Benimaru's mocking confidence and Shen Woo's aggressive scorn. "You have achieved your life's purpose: to create me."
Thunder booms in the distance as the bridge beneath them trembles.
"Now, end your pointless resistance!"
Pouncing forward, Shenimarwoo dances and weaves with lithe steps before abruptly rushing in like a brawler, feinting high and then ducking low to grapple Shen Woo. With some quick footwork and a ferocious shout, he attempts to suplex his unevolved opponent onto the bridge.
"A fitting end!!"
COMBATSYS: Benimaru successfully hits Shenwoo with Front Suplex.
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Shenwoo 1/------=/=======|==-----\-------\0 Benimaru
Shen Woo lunged in kind, the last outburst was invigorating but tiring at once. He swiped, punched, kicked, everything deftly evaded by the lithe, electric-rat. His temper boiled, "Urah! Hargh! Ragh!" he grunted, snarled and roared as the man with a head like a unsharpened pencil deftly slipped away from his hands and legs at every attempts. A heel thrust through nothing but air and rain. The man had wound around it like smoke and even now was within his range, "You stupid sonuva-" he began, a arm drawing up as he tried to settle his weight and strengthen his stance. He was too slow however, the ground slipped away from his feet and the world turned wrong, the bridge having the cheeky idea that coming down on Shen Woo's head, neck, and shoulders would be a good time.
The impact is heavy, very heavy. Shen Woo's legs hang in the air for just a moment before his body realigns itself, flopping down along the bridge.
But he's not done, to dumb to stay down. he rolls onto one side and plants a fist to the asphalt, pushing himself up just enough to get a foot beneath him. He'll be on Benimaru in a heart-beat, flinging himself at the man in a last ditch effort to drive him to the ground and then just.. just beat the ever loving daylight out of him, fists coming down as quickly as the rain but far less gentle... When it's all said and done, he might just pass out atop the man.
COMBATSYS: Benimaru interrupts Saikouhou-Geki from Shenwoo with Raijin Ken.
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Shenimarwoo chuckles quietly before his fallen adversary. "Now you know the true power of an advanced being, one who has exceeded your feeble limitations. I am-- gaah--"
He hops backward as Shen Woo lurches to his feet, swinging wildly and furiously. Shenimarwoo struggles to evade and parry the blows, but there are too many coming too fast to simply avoid. "What-- no-- stop-- are you-- why don't you just-- gaah!" He half-slips on a puddle, though he barely feels it, with what clothes he's still wearing being soaked to the bone. He raises his hands in desperation as Shen Woo brings a powerful fist down. "Noooo--"
That fist brushes lightly against Shenimarwoo's hair.
"I WILL END YOU."
Face abruptly an impassive mask, lightning bursts from the delusional shootfighter's arm a mere breath before Shen Woo's punch would have smashed his skull, the arc of energy blasting the tenacious brawler back and away. Shenimarwoo stands there, glaring at the universe, heedless of the storm.
Some things never change, even after evolution.
Lightining crackles across the mad Bull Brawler of Shanghai, it courses through him, searing his every fiber and causing him to howl his pain into the storm. Again, he fumes, burnt hair and flesh filling his nose with their horrid scents. It's enough. Darkness creeps in at the corners of his vision, he's tired. It's time to sleep.
He wavers on his feet, punch drunk and weary. He tilts and kilters, any moment now he'll crash into a puddle. Any moment now-
A hand balls into a fist and snaps up, crashing against Shen Woo's jaw. The left is followed by a right. He hammers the bleary embrace of unconciousness away, his blood set to boil once more.
"HRRRAAAAAAGH!" It is a roar, a roar of someone really, really friggen stupid but also strong and punchy. Really punchy.
"YOUR NAME IS PIKACHU, YOU SONOVABITCH!" Really stupid.
Violence follows, Shen Woo hurls himself forward, punching, kicking, headbutting, kneeing, elbowing, choking, biting... there may even be a wedgie in there if Beni's not careful!
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Benimaru dodges Shenwoo's Bakuma Assault.
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Shenimarwoo widens his eyes.
"Impossible--!"
Dodging and weaving as the maddened brawler widens for one last assault, the shootfighter at last vaults away, gracefully backflipping through the air before he lands atop an abandoned vehicle, escaping that final explosion of rage physically intact.
"That--"
Yet he still looks as though he has been struck.
"No-- it's true."
The blond lowers his gaze, as the cameras focus on him, those Gaia Tournament employees who were not earlier laid low gawking up in silence.
"I am not Shenimarwoo."
He takes a deep breath, and looks up toward the frenzied heavens.
"I am--"
And raises his fist, lightning crackling about it.
"Shenimarchu!!"
With that exultant cry, he leaps away into the darkness, dashing toward Metro City in great bounds, soon leaving all upon the bridge behind, leaving as mysteriously as he, well, everything.
COMBATSYS: Benimaru has ended the fight here.
Log created on 18:46:28 08/24/2014 by Benimaru, and last modified on 02:47:27 08/25/2014.