Description: Zach Glen has only one concern in the midst of the storms sweeping through Metro City: the students of the Quon Chen Institute. Wendigo, well, Wendigo is after his own ends. The two men meet, and they clash. Fist against fist. Soul Power versus gunpowder. Sword crosses blade. Neither man will leave unscathed. One may not leave at all.
COMBATSYS: Zach has started a fight here.
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Zach 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Wendigo has joined the fight here.
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Zach 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Wendigo
Storms have wracked Metro City for the past week, shutting down all but the most necessary services. The usual bustling of business, the wheeling and dealing of corporations and mom 'n' pop shops alike have ground to a screaming halt in the face of the hurricanes ravaging the area. Police are trying to keep things civil, fire departments on standby for rescue services, and the hospitals are starting to fill up as the sick and injured accumulate with terrifying speed.
There is, unfortunately, one business that is absolutely booming right now. Violent crime.
Murder, looting, and worse are going on as people are starting to panic. Tensions are skyrocketing and while everyone can feel that something is very, very wrong... there are a handful of people in the city that are feeling it a lot worse.
Zach Glen, soon-to-be headmaster of the Quon Chen Institute is trying to pick his way across the city, trying to get to the handful of students that had arrived early for the school year. They are trapped in the dorms in the middle of this chaos, and the psion had a responsibility to ensure their safety.
For his part, Wendigo was having a blast! Riding throughout the city, six-pack of beer held atop his lap, Harley roaring like a beast as he cruises laughing past all the chaos. Stores on fire, the sounds of 'pops' throughout the air, sirens wailing and all in all, the end of the world was putting one hell of a smile on the ivory terror's face.
Eventually, he sees the familiar sight of Zach Glen and he laughs, riding a bit ahead before turning, and stopping his bike right in front of the boxer's path. He kills the engine and looks over, a black, spiked WW1 helmet adorning his head while a pair of black goggles hide those crimson red eyes. Beyond that he was just wearing a simple black leather jacket with a pair of blue-jeans, no gloves adorning his hands(although black nail polish kept the general theme going.) He didn't seem to hold any grudge, and in fact, was rather jovial as he spoke.
"Well shit, lookie at what the cat dragged in! How ya been, brother, and where the hell ya tryin' ta get to so fast? Whattaya, shit your pants?"
He laughed loudly and boisterously, it was clear that Wendigo was in his element for once.
COMBATSYS: Wendigo takes no action.
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Zach 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Wendigo
And don't think that little fact escapes Zach's notice. The psion's looked a little tense as it is, the fear of the people in the city washing over Zach like the waves crashing against the coastline. He heaves a sigh as he wipes run out of his eyes in order to regard Wendigo.
"Annnnd the Wolverine parody shows up," Zach mutters. "That was /exactly/ what I needed right now." Zach pulls himself to his unimpressive full height to look Wendigo in the eyes. No point in lying. You don't go out in this shitstorm unless you absolutely have to. "Business trip," he says. True, but not specific.
Zach knows just enough about Wendigo to know that he doesn't want the larger man anywhere near his students.
COMBATSYS: Zach takes no action.
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Zach 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Wendigo
Wendigo gives the street a look, noting a pack of chimpanzees that he'd passed by, that had somehow taken over a national guard-issued tank. up ahead in the distance, he heard machine gun fire, and lots of screaming, hooting and hollering. The big man snorts and thinks for a moment, before reaching in his jacket and pulling out...a cigar. And a cigar cutter. He worked meticulously as he spoke, nodding and grinning at the smaller fighter.
"Yeah I been told I look like Hugh Jackman, Usually by hookers though, and we all know they're liars."
A dirty chuckle at a thought that passes through his mind. The passing thought passes after a moment, though.
"Tell you what, you whipped the Wendigo's ass and that's no small feat. And I leave ya out in this weather, ya might prune up. So how about I give you a lift? Completely on the house, once-and-a-lifetime-offer. How about it?"
COMBATSYS: Wendigo takes no action.
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Zach 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Wendigo
"Riiiiiight," Zach says after a moment. "Yeah," he says after a long moment. He's already soaked through the rain coat. The winds pretty much made the umbrella a non-issue. "Gonna hafta pass on that," he continues. "You having tried to kill me, and all." Zach takes getting shot somewhat personal.
He turns, and starts trudging in the direction he was heading before.
COMBATSYS: Zach takes no action.
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Zach 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Wendigo
"Well now, that..."
Wendigo acted completely without remorse, waiting until Zach passes him before reaching underneath that jacket of his, and pulling out that ol', beautiful reliable weapon of death of his, the double-barreled sawed-off made specifically for taking oh-so-special fighters, and turning them un-special. He even loaded them with blue-shells, packing quite a bit more wallop than the standard red affair. He aimed square for the boxer's back, and pulled the trigger.
CH-CH-BOOM!
"That really hurts mah feelin's."
COMBATSYS: Zach slows Double Barrel of Monkeys from Wendigo with Homing Shots.
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Zach 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Wendigo
Zach is already turning as the hackles on the backs of his neck fight against the rain to rise. Shit, he thinks. Gun. /Again/. Zach brings up both hands, miming guns of his own as the shotgun is raised. Two bolts of golden energy zip out from his fingertip, seemingly lined up with the barrels of Wendigo's shotgun.
One of the slugs evaporates as Zach literally shoots it out of the air. His aim was off with the left hand, however, and the second slug slams into his shoulder, driving the psion to the sidewalk with an explosive curse of his own. He lays there in the rain, eyes unfocused on anything specific.
This seemed to satisfy the big man, but he dismounted and took his time, taking off his jacket and gently placing it over the seat of his bike. From the pockets he grabbed a pair of black, fingerless gloves which he quickly adorned and tightened until he was satisfied at their tightness. He pulled the goggles down so that they were around his neck, and the helmet was quickly unstrapped and tossed aside. All this done, Wendigo finally turned around. Black sleeveless shirt adorning his torso, harness of weapons, black tats albino skin, everybody got the drill at this point. What was more important was the black pair of metal-ish kneepads worn outside of Wendigo's knees. These were interesting because the giant was leaping into the air with the greatest of ease and falling like a dropped anvil, a vicious murder-loving grin wide on his bearded face. He came down, both knees aimed for the general area where Zach was. He didn't care what he hit, he just wanted to hit -something- Zach related, and do a lot of damage quickly.
COMBATSYS: Zach dodges Wendigo's Fierce Kick.
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Zach 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Wendigo
Zach's eye manage to focus just in time for him to see Wendigo dropping towards him like a mountain of meat. The boxer rolls to one side, getting his feet under him even as he sweeps one arm up towards the big man. The impact on the concrete might make a mess of Wendigo's knees but just to be sure, summons a column of psychic energy directly underneath the big man to add injury to the insult!
COMBATSYS: Wendigo blocks Zach's Soul Flare.
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Zach 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Wendigo
Damn. Zach rolled out the way, and the impact was so jarring that Wendigo bit his tongue, hard enough for blood to trickle down against the cracked and damaged concrete. Luckily his kneepads kept him from injuring himself too bad(and what they didn't he'd recover from soon enough), but he looked up in time to see a familiar trick coming from the boxer. Instead, he just tilted his head down and closed his eyes, snarling and giving a bestial roar.
"Uh uh uh. Fool be once, brother!"
Instead, he leapt to his full height with his eyes closed, his hand shot out to grab any article of clothing of the boxer's. Anything hanging off that could be easily clutched. Moments later, he'd hoist the boxer up in the air(if this worked), and just wildly slam him downward, trying to bounce him like a basketball!
COMBATSYS: Zach blocks Wendigo's Medium Throw.
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Zach 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Wendigo
Zach ducks as Wendigo grabs the back of his coat. A quick squirm, and the coat rips free, revealing Glen in a casual work outfit. With a short sword hanging at his hip. The boxer pulls the weapon, sheath and all, free from the clip attaching it to his belt.
"Done with the crap," he growls. "Get the **** out of my town."
Zach charges in low, driving the hilt of the weapon at Wendigo's breadbasket, golden energy wreathing the weapon as Zach presses in close. He then tries to hook Wendigo's ankle with one of his own, Soul Power coursing through his body to drive the larger man to the ground!
COMBATSYS: Zach equips Violet Miraitou.
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Zach [E] 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Wendigo
COMBATSYS: Wendigo endures Zach's Charged Combo.
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Zach [E] 0/-------/---====|=====--\-------\0 Wendigo
Wendigo finally opens his eyes and blinks them rapidly, shaking his head for a moment and laughing.
"Why, afraid I'll embarrass ya in front of the old lady? Afraid I'll tell a bad joke? So two Jews walk into a bar, and HLLLLLK!"
He didn't get far enough to offend the boxer's delicate sensibilities, because the boxer seemed to have a sword, and the hilt of that sword was rammed right into his gut, knocking the air right out of him, and doubling the assassin over. This made it all the easier for Zach to trip the man right on his back, but also made it all the easier for Wendigo to instantly retaliate by kicking upward, the steel-reinforced toe of that boot aiming right for the balls, and kicking with enough power to knock Zach away a ways and give him time to recover, if this attack went according to plan that is.
"Right back atcha, nancy boy!"
COMBATSYS: Zach blocks Wendigo's Medium Kick.
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Zach [E] 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Wendigo
Zach curls up a bit, catching the toe on the meaty part of his elbow. He winces slightly, his lower arm numbing up a bit from the impact, but Zach stands firm. No heroic speeches, not even much snappy patter. Too much of a headache before you introduce the concept of in-fight conversation.
Zach is still standing over Wendigo, surprisingly. He quickly steps over, trying to apply a foot to the larger man's neck even as he pulls the sword in a vertical draw. Soul Power lines the blade, and the psion draws the weapon down in a sharp arc at Wendigo's ribcage. Should it connect, it won't actually cut. It will just deliver a significant amount of blunt force trauma, Zach's will preventing the weapon from actually drawing blood.
Running Wendigo off is far preferable to actually killing him.
COMBATSYS: Wendigo dodges Zach's Rapid Combo.
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Zach [E] 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Wendigo
Unfortunately for Zach, Wendigo wasn't the sort of person who was easilly felled by pain or trauma or even shock, and that brief half a second was all the time he needed to get his bearings back. He rolled out the way of that foot, rolling quickly about three feet away, coming up on one knee...and throwing one of those many little throwing knives, aiming it for the man's upper thigh.
Regardless of whether this hit, Wendigo would act with almost supernatural speed, dancing and dashing in a circle around the sould boxer and throwing knife after knife after knife after knife, trying to turn the Soul Power wielder into a human pincussion, all while he grinned with a wicked and evil gleam in his eyes.
COMBATSYS: Zach fails to slow Knife Flurry from Wendigo with Blast Punch EX.
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Zach [E] 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Wendigo
Zach decides, in light of the failure that was thwarting the shotgun, to go with quality over quantity. He pulls his left fist back, and sweeps it in a wide arc. The blast of energy goes wide, and Zach sudddenly has knives sticking out of various points of his body.
The psion staggers slightly under the repeated impacts, and seconds later, the blood loss just makes it worse. Still, Zach keeps his eyes on Wendigo, still intent on his target even through the pounding in his skull.
The mercenary chuckled after a moment, stepping back and admiring his handiwork. pulling a lighter from his jeans, he cradled that cigar of his and lit it quickly, finally having time after this tremendous back and forth. He looked Zach up and down, chuckling and shaking his head and speaking while puffing on that stick, no mean feat let me tell ya!
"Well shit, look at ya now. You look like...ahh hell what was it, Atkinspuncture? Ackle punk sure? Well you look like a goddamn mess, in any case. Sure you don't want me ta just drive ya over? I'll give ya time ta think it over, here!"
Such was the kindness of Wendigo, that he gave Zack time to think it over...and helping to refresh his mind with a vicious, running jumping Superman punch aimed right for the skull area of the boxer. It's incredible just how quick this giant could be, in short bursts.
COMBATSYS: Zach endures Wendigo's Strong Punch.
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Zach [E] 1/------=/=======|======-\-------\0 Wendigo
Zach takes a short step forward, planting his feet firmly even as the punch lands squarely in the jaw. It hurts, the smaller man's vision swimming in the wake of the impact. However, in a lot of ways, the punch landing dictates spacing. Distance between the two fighters.
Zach reaches towards Wendigo's midsection with an open left hand. It doesn't reach, of course. Wendigo's size easily gives him that advantage. However, Zach knows that physical reach is not the only thing that matters. Zach, surprisingly, pushes in even as Wendigo is recovering from the punch as a lance of pure Soul Power erupts from that open palm.
It surprises people, given Zach's size, just how willing the boxer is to stand and fight.
COMBATSYS: Zach successfully hits Wendigo with Pile Bunker.
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Zach [E] 0/-------/-------|=======\=====--\1 Wendigo
Well, this wasn't going according to plan. Not that Wendigo had a plan for this night. Pure energy shoots through his torso, right through those powerful, superhuman bones, lancing right through his vulnerable organs and causing immense pain that the big man wasn't used to. He gasped out in surprise and pain, lurching backwards and staggering right over his bike, knocking it over and falling right on his back.
And a second later he sits right back up, genuine anger in his eyes, and holding something, in his right hand. Something old, beat up and still as dangerously scary now as it was years ago.
Drab olive green, with an old out of whack targeting reticule, and on the side of it, in white, was painted a name. 'Betty'.
Betty did its job and, as Wendigo pulled the trigger, a soft 'THUMP!' could be heard, with a grenade being launched square for the boxer's chest! This was bad.
This was very, very bad.
COMBATSYS: Wendigo successfully hits Zach with Betty.
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Zach [E] 0/-------/--=====|=====--\-------\0 Wendigo
Zach's eyes go wide as the grenade launcher makes its appearance. 'shitShitSHIT/SHIT/' pretty much sums up Zach's thought process in those seconds. Mongolia immediately comes to Zach's mind, when the Chinese army fired a freaking rocket launcher at him. The boxer charges in, left hand thrust towards the barrel of the weapon even as it cocoons itself in energy.
'Can't let that thing go off here,' he thinks as he reaches for the incoming projectile both with the power of his soul and his hand, the golden light spreading around the grenade even as the hand grasps it. 'Contain it,' he tells himself. 'Keep the explosion here, at one point.' The grenade goes off, force and fire raging inside the rough sphere Zach constructed to contain it.
By itself, the barrier force might have perfectly contained the detonation. However, it had a weak point. Where Zach's hand and lower arm entered the bubble. The boxer takes the force of blast completely, and is bodily hurled into a storefront and through the plate glass window.
A long moment passes, and it seems like Zach may not get back up again. Rain washes over the pavement, slucing the blood into the sewers. And then Wendigo might hear the rustle of glass and goods before seeing Zach stand.
Cuts covering his body, his outfit ruined by wreckage and blood, Zach stands and locks eyes with Wendigo, his right hand still gripping the sword. Zach's left arm below the elbow is a bloody mess, and it would be quickly apparent to the boxer (were he not already in shock) that he needed immediate medical attention. Even then, he might lose the hand, the damage is that apparently severe.
Zach wobbles slightly, and then charges Wendigo for what is likely going to be the last time. The sword flickers, and all but screams towards Wendigo's chest trailing rivulets of amber fire from the blade as it closes!
COMBATSYS: Zach can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Zach successfully hits Wendigo with Mirai Blade.
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Wendigo gingerly got up to his feet, wiping muck off of his jeans and looking down at the busted case of beer, and the shattered right mirror on his bike. He sighed wearily and rolled his eyes, bringing up Betty and blowing the smoke away. It still did the job, after all this time, and at least that annoying little dickcheese was out of the picture.
It was a shame, though. Wendigo really would have just taken him to where he needed to go. It seemed like the man was in a hurry, and a good person was hard to find in a world like this.
"Ahh, fuck it, no reason ta get sappy, time ta get outta-"
His own thoughts made vocal are interrupted by glass shattering, and he looks up to see Zach standing there, that fire in his eyes undeniable. Wendigo was instantly grinning, tossing Betty aside and pulling that big Bowie knife from the back of his belt. He dropped into a crouch, running and charging the attacking Zach and laughing.
"Goddamn, boy, maybe there's hope fer-"
The second sentence is interrupted, this time by a sword stabbing right through his ribcage, slashing right through his heart and sticking out the other end. He looked down with wide-eyes, coughing up blood and reaching up to grab at the hilt of that blade mindlessly. It took him a few tugs, but finally with that massive strength, he pulled that sword loose and collapsed instantly, weapons clattering to the ground and Wendigo gasping like a fish out of water.
This wasn't the end of the world for him, but his entire body was going to be wracked in pain for many, many long hours. He hoped nobody tried to steal his ride during that time...
COMBATSYS: Wendigo takes no action.
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Even through all of that, Zach manages to keep his grip on the sword, which might account for the trouble Wendigo has in dislodging the blade. Even as the large man tries to toss the weapon away, it stays in Zach's hand as the smaller man crumples to the pavement to start bleeding out.
No sound, no whimper of pain emits from the boxer as sirens wail in the night.
Log created on 22:32:43 08/24/2014 by Zach, and last modified on 01:36:43 08/25/2014.