Description: Shen Woo, dazed and confused after his incomprehensible battle with a lunatic referring to himself as "Shenimarchu," finds himself at Metro City's windswept and rain-hammered harbor on the eve of a hurricane's arrival, a place that no reasonable person should be. It thus stands to reason that Todoh is there, on an important quest he is sure to tell Shen Woo all about. Unfortunately, even if Shen Woo could understand Todoh's logic, the raging winds ensure that both will mishear what the other is saying. Shen Woo has had it up to here with these crazies, but even his fists will have trouble crushing Todoh's defiance.
Thanks to all the rising waters, it's not always easy to say where the harbors begin and the Atlantic Ocean ends. Once a landscape that somehow turned the grime- and crime-infested Metro City into a breathtaking sight at both dusk and dawn is... actually, still kind of a breathtaking sight at both dusk and dawn. There's just almost nowhere to stand any more in order to appreciate it when the rain comes hammering down.
To say that the wind and rain has begun to subside is merely by comparison to what it was just hours before. It's still pouring, it's still roaring, and by tomorrow a hurricane is poised to deliver yet another sucker punch to the reeling American metropolis. It is the worst storm in the city's history, and a damned good contender for even the entire world.
This does not stop one man in seeming Japanese dress, an impeccable moustache, a headband, and a complete and utter disregard for matters of time, space, or even reason itself to somehow be carting a fax machine across damp, slick, moisture-rotted wooden boards that just only barely manage to be completely submerged in what one would hesitate to call low tide by the new storm-defined standards of how high the water currently threatens to be.
He holds it high into the air in both hands, in complete disregard for how the continued rain largely ruins it as an appliance, chilly rain ignored as he clenches his teeth through it, damp socks uncaring of just how slippery one's own footing is here.
He yells out something but it's not quite clear with the gust of wind that sweeps through the partially submerged harbor. A human voice, where there is almost no one else to be found.
Even the infamous Mad Gear thug, Abigail, has decided to pack things up and find some new place to hang out to smooch other people as a deliberate (if unorthodox) expression of physical violence - that's just how far written off this part of town has become. When even Mad Gear's lingering (but legendarily stubborn) remnants decide to throw their hands up and walk off...
...What the hell is this man even doing here?
Shenimaruchu, what the fuck was that, seriously, what the hell?!
Shen Woo had awoken in a Doc' in a Box facility, injuries treated and and all but his pride left feeling rather fit. He has wandered the besieged city ever since, picking fights or just punching people, things and whatever else looked like it might be giving him a side-ways look. In his pugilistic sojourn, Shen Woo has at least come across a rain coat. The cheery, yellow, plastic garment helping to keep him just north of drowned in the daunting deluge. It has done little for his boots of course, leather long since soaked and ruined, socks squelching with each step, his pants arn't in such great condition either. Nobody had ever told him about water-proofing leather.
So it is here has has come, sour and surly, to the docks. He has no idea why nor how he got here, just that when he looked up after a while, he was here. Casting his eyes off across the bay, Shenwoo sneered at the storm. Fucking weather man, who the hell schedules a storm to go on for this long?! Jack ass, he'll beat that Burgendy guy up if he ever sees him.
It is here that a voice struggles through the howl and crash of wind, rain, and waves. Shen rocks back on his heels, features screwing up into a unpleasant sneer. Pulling a hand from his pocket, he cups it to the side of his mouth before drawing breath. His reply is a terse, vulgar inquisition as to the desires of the voice from shortly before. It is sent rocketing into the clamour of the storm even as he sees a figure approaching with something blocky held over their head... What?!
Is that shouting that comes back to the God of Battle, or is that just another bit of the wind continuing to speak up over those two poor souls who seem to have decided that now is a great time to have a walk along the docks? The words may yet be forever lost to the extremes as a wave washes up against the walls of the city, splashing further noise (and, uh, more water) across largely anything in its way.
The person-like silhouette carrying something blocky suddenly picks up speed, showing a careless disregard for matters of friction or balance as the wind continues to whip around them, their upheld mysterious item continuing to be further rendered damp and probably worthless. Without context, reason, or any given way to easily understand what one or the other is saying above the displaced air, one can really only make a single safe assumption about what it all means.
Anyone running squarely towards someone in Metro City while holding something that could theoretically be used as a blunt object is probably intending to hit whoever is in their way with it, kind of like... some kind of far-off city, somewhere near a river, full of matching T-shirts and people who can't keep their lunch down.
The strange figure's long hair flies about in the wind. Could it be a woma-- no, that's a moustache. Those forearms are much, much too large to be a woman's, and yet, their pants kinda-sorta look like a dress? Not only is it nearly impossible to hear, visibility takes a downturn for the worst in the mists and haze of crashing waves of water.
It is, however, rather clear that this figure is still rushing towards Shen Woo holding something blocky and kinda heavy. What could it all mean?! (Anything...?)
COMBATSYS: Todoh has started a fight here.
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Shen Woo's head rocks back into the hood of his rain coat, jaw tilting upwards as he regards the approaching figure through the bottom-most rim of his eyes. His lips move, a murmur lost to even his own ears. It is a question as to what was said prior. It is not clear what the negative half of the afterlife had to do with it.
He stands against the wind and rain, feet planterd wide to anchor him against their strength and driving force. He awaits a answer but none is forth coming. The other simply continues his approach. Shen Woo's eyes narrow, his brows furrow, his teeth grit. This man wanted a fight. He might not have known it when he woke up this morning with his mustache and long, girly hair and panchant for carrying around strange, blocky items above his head in a vaguely threatening manner but he was about to get one!
The skirted, long-haired figure charged. It charged him, Shen Woo, god of battle! A smile cuts across Shen's features like a knife gash, broad, toothy, and composed of a malicious mirth. He spoke, a compliment directed to the fortitude of the man's lower digestive tract. Shen Woo readied himself to accept the invitation of battle, one foot sweeping back across the soaked, slick wood, a fist reading back near his trailing hip. His body tensed, trembled. The unhoned wellspring of monsterous energy and power that was housed in the heart of the brawler flowed into his hand, the fist tightening, knuckles protruding like battering rams.
Then he moved, the fist flung forward and the rest of him following after, carried behind the hand more than propelling it. He spoke, declaring his intent to strike Todoh in the... Well that's not fair at all! Todoh has a rather nice mustache!
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo has joined the fight here.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Todoh
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo successfully hits Todoh with Gekiken.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Todoh
The man who is probably Todoh definitely takes a Shen Woo to the face. When one takes a punch from Shen Woo, you do not take a punch. You take a Shen Woo. That is how much goes into those punches.
That is also now a unit of measurement for how far flung back one becomes when they are Shen Woo'd, some sort of utterance or whatever of the sort lost to the stormy noise as the odd boxy object they're carrying is dropped roughly on the ground, where it rolls a decent distance in the wind just past where the strange moustached man in the... skirt(?) flies back, sliding his already dampened back across the wet docks as the cold ocean slaps at his back through the cracks.
He is probably not happy about it, given the raised fist shaking from his prone position as he comes back up, raising a finger - which one it is isn't quite clear, but it is a finger - pointing towards something or another of an utterly vague nature as one hand goes to scoop up the boxy object as he stops back over.
Blood trickles down the side of his lip, but that's hard to see since the hard rain washes away the hard evidence of assault and battery.
The crazy old guy that really should not be out here, let alone cart around THAT thing, whatever it is, reaches over to try and grab Shen's shoulder and violently(?) shake it while shouting something that, aside from the sound that there /is/ something being said, loses context other than moving that hand from Shen Woo's shoulder to the back of his head and violently jerk his head towards whatever he's holding into the other arm.
...No, not into it, just shy of that, if Shen Woo even cares to let him even get a grasp on him. That's still not going to do his neck any favors, though.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo endures Todoh's Quick Throw.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/---====|==-----\-------\0 Todoh
Shen Woo has no idea what the man is saying but he inheritly understands that it is wrong and stupid. Old guys like Todoh shouldn't dare to be so wrong and stupid before The God of Battle! Shen Woo replies in kind, unintelligable but loud, his yap flapping with the express intent of volume, his arguements being much stronger if he is the one that is the loudest! He jaw-jacks readily, features contorting in mocking, angry fashions, a finger is even lifted. Todoh may have a stupid mustache, but he is still number one, apparently. That's what that finger means, right? Of course it does.
The hand on his shoulder was about to earn Todoh a sock in the jaw, a fist balled and raised, rearing back beofe it would let fly. Todoh seemed a wily old goat, however. It torques his neck or sends him crashing into the mans elbow. Either way, Shen looses a bark of pain and surprise, body whipping back as a hand snaps to the offended location! He gives a step, a heel planting against the soaking, rotting docks as he reels, shaking it off with a snarl before he fixes his attention on Todoh once more. Words, unkind and rude! Terribly rude. They are accompanied b y a fist. The fist is likely more offensive than the words.
It's a hard hook that sweeps around to catch the older man on the cheek, Shen Woo stepping into the fight once more.
COMBATSYS: Todoh dodges Shenwoo's Medium Punch.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Todoh
It's also probably something really dumb and nonsensical. Ryuhaku Todoh, at least this guy who kinda looks a lot like him if on the (very) off chance it isn't him, does not have a great track record for this sort of thing.
He shouts something again for the short time he has Shen's... attention? Hold of his body? Both? His lips are flapping as though he is trying to say something, arm holding the... thing, whatever it is, shaking as if to try and bring attention towards it as he holds it on up high...
In comes Shen's fist, and it just grazes the top of his scalp as the fist flies between the short wiggle space it has between the top of his head and whatever the hell it is he's holding up, such a space existing due to a crouching motion as they spread their feet further apart on the rain-stained docks.
Righting himself up, Todoh lowers the thing he's holding onto in both hands, shouts something with what sounds like two syllables, and thrusts the object into Shen's midsection. Whether or not it... hits? Is caught? Whatever the case, he lets go of the object after thrusting it at Shen, as though he doesn't even want it.
What makes him think Shen might want it, if that's the case? Maybe he really is just trying to gut him with it, or maybe end up dropping it on his toe, or something. The storms that brew around them do not give much clarity on the matter.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo blocks Todoh's Random Weapon.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Todoh
What the hell is this?! Rock hard abdominals absorb the thrust of the plastic device, the machine rattling against the iron wall that was Shen Woo's midsection, unable to even make this muscle bound meat head even grunt from the impact. He also managed to clap two hands to the side of the device, robbing much of the thrusts strength. So here Shen Woo stands... just befuddled as hell. It shows, the trio of braincells that still dwell in his brain hold congress with one another trying to make some sense of the situation that had just occured. A second ticks by, there is no conclusion. Everyone gets tired and decides to go home for the day, defaulting to their standard choice. Todoh had tried to hit Shen Woo with this.. thing, right? He'll just have to hit him back!
Ire flushes across the brawler's features, his teeth displayed in a rigid snarl as he stooped forward and abruptly brought the, was it a fax machine, a printer? Whatever service it once preformed, it is now a weapon of violence! With a cry that is made even more wordless by the storm, Shen Woo brings it whipping up towards Todoh's chin. If he cannot relieve the brawler of his prize, he'll find it coming right back down on his head in a moment as well!
COMBATSYS: Todoh blocks Shenwoo's Random Weapon.
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Shenwoo 0/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Todoh
Todoh appears to wash his hands of whatever he's holding. The rain is happy to wash virtually everything, but with the raise of his hands, that appears to be what he wants. Washed of it. When did his desires ever line up with general, everyday reasoning, though? He even starts to take a few steps back, shouting something else--
He visibly cowers as Shen lifts it up to strike him in the chin, slapping down both hands against the boxy computery thing that up until now was in his possession, face hidden behind where his hands catch the odd object that Shen has now been blessed with.
It doesn't relieve Shen of his grip on the thing as it is lifted right up out of Todoh's (assumed attempt at) grasping as he clumsily holds off the inevitable with just his left hand in an open palm, kneeling to one knee under the violent strength of the God of Battle as necessary to, apparently, stop him from caving his skull in outright.
The docks creak loudly underneath from the stress of it all. It could be a premonition.
Standing back up, Todoh takes his one free hand to point at the boxy computery thing in question, and then points that finger right into Shen's chest. Physically. He might be trying to point something out...?
There's no ambiguity about his attempt to dig that finger into that manly, well-muscled chest, though, and he looks none too happy about it.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo endures Todoh's Jab Punch.
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Shenwoo 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Todoh
Shen Woo attempts to focus on the man's lips, a passing try to discern the man's intentions. Every time he is distracted, however. Gaze lifting just above and resting below the man's nose on that absolutely Selleckian 'stash. It aggitates him. If only he could hear what the man was saying, maybe they could have some sort of polite discussion as to the man's troubles with this device. They could reach a joint sollution that would correspond with both of their needs and desires to a- oh wait, he's mother loving Shen Woo!
Heedless of the groaning wood beneath them, ignorant of the roaring water surging beneath that, Shen Woo drives himself forward even against the finger that needles into his pectoral, blood rushing to the surface beneath the skin in preperation of a strange bruise. His body cranes back, Todoh's device held on high as he brings it down with vim and vigor, intent on making the older man wear it as a ill-fitting but none the less stylish hat!
He would be all the rage at a drunken office party.
COMBATSYS: Todoh fails to interrupt Random Weapon from Shenwoo with Bodyslam.
- Unbelievable Failure! -
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Shenwoo 1/-----==/=======|=======\====---\1 Todoh
Todoh brings that other hand away from his face as he appears to reach out and grab the punchiest of the punchers by their vest, as though to maybe shake them, to maybe reassure them, or to maybe further get old man germs on clothing already stained by whatever disgusting slop from Metro City has been evaporated upwards to be rained back down upon the storm-suffering city or what have you.
Then, the device is thrust atop the man's head, through strained and battered plastic and through any number of sharp, computer innards, and then there is the pounding, vexing sound of rain against the casing for the one who may or may not have suffered a life-threatening skull fracture right then and there. His entire head now rests snugly within this... thing... these two men have been seemingly fighting over.
The old man seems to take the grievous, very serious, not at all inherently funny injury rather well by any standard, given he still stands. Stunned, sure. His fists aren't shaking, he hasn't made any motion to pull it off his head, it doesn't sound like he's trying to say something under there...
Then he sits down on the increasingly fragile, unsteady docks that start to rock under the latest swell of seawater that seems more and more intent to have this entire wooden platform for a late lunch. One hand goes against the object currently encasing Todoh's head, as though resting a hand on one's chin.
The sneer that was Shen Woo's expresion fades. A crack in his ire forming like a fissure in a dam. It allows a trickle of mirth to bubble through, his lips quirking into a crooked smile, his chest heaving with a unheard laugh. Another follows it, the smirk becomes a derisive smile as Shen Woo's chest and shoulders quake. A finger is thrust towards Todoh, a accusing finger that calls him a fool! Shen Woo doubles over, his entire body quaking with the flood of mirth, a arm bent over his middle as he just howls into the storm.
His footing is unsure, his balance lost. He thumps to the pier in a kicking, cackling heap. He just cannot believe it, it was the funniest damn thing he's seen in weeks!
And he had just fought Benimaru!
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo takes no action.
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Shenwoo 1/-----==/=======|=======\====---\1 Todoh
The fingers tap upon the machine that now currently serves as mask, helmet, pretty much every synonym for headgear imaginable as he lays sitting there as though in deep thought. As if there is anything to ponder beyond the picturesque Looney Tunes-like situation of one overcoming another through sheer physical comedy, to the orchestral backdrop of nature raging on all around them.
It would be a great time to have the picture fade out to a shrinking circle and someone stuttering to the audience that it's a great time to go home.
Shen's laughter is one of the few vocal cues to pierce the noisy veil of dangerous gusts, roaring waves, and struggling wooden supports that probably should have been renewed and redone two decades ago.
The machine-headed man stands back up, fists clenched and pointing downward as though shaking as they stomp vaguely in Shen's direction. Unfortunately, his outgoing voice - if any - now has to deal with a second muffling factor by having his head encased in what he brought to bear as he angrily waves a hand about.
Then he walks forward, as though unaware that Shen isn't quite in that direction, but is in fact presently having his laugh there, in another step of this ongoing comedy of errors as though it appears he's going to trip himself over him. (Or worse...)
COMBATSYS: Todoh successfully hits Shenwoo with Light Kick.
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Shenwoo 1/---====/=======|=======\=====--\1 Todoh
What, why would you kick Shen Woo?! He's like a stupid puppy, only he's bigger, meaner, stronger, and just generally belligerent.
Okay, I can totally see why you would kick Shen Woo.
The laughter stops when Todoh's toedoh digs into Shen Woo's ribs, the man jerks with surprise and grunts his displeasure of being put so readily under foot!
With a snarl, Shen Woo mouths something vaguely threatening and vulgar, the mirth receding as anger returns like the first bloom of spring. He doesn't right himself just yet, with Todoh so close, it would be a awkward scramble. Instead, Shen Woo whips his arm out at Todoh's ankles. If the man was falling, this would hasten him on his way. If he was not, this would change that! Thusly, Shen Woo has inviyrd Todoh to get on his level against the grime and dirt of the decaying dock!
COMBATSYS: Todoh interrupts Quick Throw from Shenwoo with Kasane Ate.
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Shenwoo 1/=======/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Todoh
It's an equally unpleasant experience - at least one may fathom, hope, or both - to suddenly step into something one wasn't expecting! The man with the encased head flails his arms as he twists about in increasingly exaggerated, amateurish ways to keep his balance against both the wind shear, leverage, and now a significantly less amused Shen going just below the shins to trip him over.
Todoh's hands go up, as though to summon that blocky segmented chi. The wind just sweeps up the segments and blows them around everywhere as he staggers against physics and a sudden, very sharp pain in one of his ankles as Shen forces him down towards his bum.
His hands raise in the air again, an apparently panicky situation that can only be an educated guess given that he doesn't have a face to read or much of a voice that can be heard through it, forming the segmented yellowish-orangeish blocks of chi again - this time, his back is turned against the wind, stopping it from ripping the manifestation free from his grasp and allowing it to tumble downwards onto Shen as he, himself, hits his rear end on a fairly sharp piece of protruding pier platform.
Given the pop in his position, both ends of trip and landing are appropriately painful - enough that a little something might be heard from the head prison that is the... thing... this man brought to the fight.
What the hell is-
Shen Woo is swept up in the waves of Todoh's Kasane Ate. He is not sure who Kasane is, nor how their eating habits apply here but they sting so she must like spicey foods!
Shen Woo is sent tumbling and rolling across the pier, his hefty fram collecting splinters and various other bits of minor, jagged debris as he goes. He curses, biting out vulgarities that are swept away by the wind and rain just as soon as they leave his mouth. With his profanity flung into the sea and his body finally coming to a stop. Shen Woo collects himself, a fist slams into a dock plank, the rotting ewood giving way and allowing his fist and upper arm to dive directly through it where it is met with the cold, turbulent sea water.
This should have been a hint, a absent note that maybe prolonged brutalities here was inadvisable. Shen Woo soundly ignored it.
He retracts his hand, bracing it against another portion of the pier that has not yet entirely yielded to mistreatment and lack of repair. He levers himself up and no sooner than does he put a foot beneath him than is he running towards Todoh once more!
Loosing a aggrieved roar, Shen Woo comes barreling in, intent on smashing into the older man and then rapping against the officly device that the brawler had put there!
COMBATSYS: Todoh dodges Shenwoo's Saikouhou-Geki.
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Shenwoo 1/-======/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Todoh
Staggering back up with a start after pressing their own bum against sharp, splintery fragments of pier, Ryuhaku seems to just miss the audio cues of a raging, rushing Shen about as much as he does that sudden breeze that is the brash young man going a ways behind him.
The electronic thing-or-whatever that has overtaken Todoh's head shakes a few times as his hands press up against it. It takes several tugs as he very noticeably favors the weight of the leg that doesn't have a twisted ankle. Several pushes upward later, it is finally free of his wedged head, tinted red from the front, his eyes unfocused...
Describing his face is fruitless to the man just a ways behind him, given his back is currently turned to him. He casts glances to either side once again as the damaged machine-thing is held above his head, before he seems to just toss it behind him nonchalantly.
Bringing his hands to his mouth, he calls out to someone or something in the distance that is clearly not there, as though completely and utterly unaware of where the God of Battle is.
And yet, he just tossed that thing behind him where it is on a crash course for Ash's cursing friend.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo blocks Todoh's Thrown Object.
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Shenwoo 1/-======/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Todoh
A demand for Todoh to return to his previous location is barked into the wind and the rain. Todoh does not comply. He keeps running, running with that friggen thing on his head. Why don't you just run into the ocean, old man?!
At last, Shen Woo can see the man with the flowing hair and Selleck 'stach begin to pry the thing from his head. Shen Woo redoubles his efforts, legs pumping, arms working in tandem. He is a train of fists on his way to punch town when-
Klunk!
The device is loosed and hurtling towards him. Luckily, Shen Woo's keen reflexes and sharp nerve allow him to deflect the object
with his face.
The printer faxer whatever, crashes straight into Shen Woo's nose, his head reeling back with the impact, that just-been-hit-in-the-nose feeling radiating back all the way into his skull. Stars play against the backs of his eyes, birds chirp, the device tumbles away and clatters to the ground in their paired wake even as Shen Woo surges on, a hand reaching out to catch hole of the back of Todoh's neck so that he may lift the man from his feet and abruptly toss him to the ground!
COMBATSYS: Todoh counters Kyakuten Touchi from Shenwoo with Kuzu Otoshi.
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Shenwoo 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|>>>>>>>\-------\1 Todoh
Todoh seems to grow more frustrated, more frantic, more furious, as he yells something out with his hands cupped around his mouth again. Frowning, he lowers one hand down, raising one hand to the side of his head where he appears to be bleeding. Well, no points for guessing if he is or not, considering what his skull went through...
He starts to turn around as Shen lunges for his throat, where the hand closer to his head intercepts as it is grasped. One eyebrow is cocked, a stern frown and a shake of his head as he takes his other hand to Shen's belt, lifts him up, and slams him down onto the pier.
It visibly rocks and shudders under the weight of a body being so forcefully flung against it, as Ryuhaku rears back a hand that now holds a fan...!
He stops, his bloodied face going from tension to disinterest. Sighing? He murmurs something that still cannot be heard above the chaos that envelops the two men, pointing vaguely with the fan at him, then with an outstretched, open palm as if to say 'stay there, for once in your life.' That may actually be what he's saying. Who knows?
He slowly starts to walk away, bending down to retrieve that thing he accidentally(?) tossed at him moments before, limping along slowly on increasingly unsteady footing as the waves get a bit more violent, a bit more powerful, a lot more scary to, say, ordinary people.
Ryuhaku Todoh and Shen Woo are not ordinary people.
What the-
It all happened so fast, the sudden reversal, Before Shen Woo's could catch up with reality, something that normally took a second or two in any case, he was sent sailing through the air and then brought back down to the pier with authority! His meaty body crashed into the wood, beams and planks cracked beneath the impact. A breath escaped him in a shocked, pained grunt.
That was not how that was supposed to turn out at all!
He writhes for just a moment, shifting, face wrenched into a pained scowl. He can barely see Todoh for the rain... but the intention is clear. He has been written off! The match is over in Todoh's mind. The elder turns and walks away.
In a civil congress of fists, Todoh might be right. He would be the victor, his opponent would bow in difference and accept his defeat with honor and humility. Collecting his pride from the mat and resolving himself to learn from this defeat.
Of course, the man that Todoh has left laying on the pier is anything but civil, needless to say honorable.
He rolls to one side, hauling himself to his feet with a growl and a grunt, casting his hateful glare at the man's back. Something issues past clenched teeth, lips working the sound into a word that is swept away.
Shen Woo steadies himself, legs stretching into a broad stance as he reels his body back, a fist cocked back near his ear. The violent well spring of his soul flows into that hand, suffusing it with rediculous, wasteful power. There is a shock, a sudden change in air preassure... and then a roar.
Shen Woo comes on like a rocket, a rent cut into the wood as he streaks by, flinging splinters and water in his wake as he rushes towards Todoh, his arm leading the way. Some kind of terrible Face-Seeking Fist-Missile.
COMBATSYS: Shenwoo knocks away Todoh with Zetsu! Gekiken.
- Power hit! -
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Shenwoo 1/-------/<<<<<<<|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\1 Todoh
There's that goofy smile on Todoh's face as he steps away, to gingerly go and retrieve the object of... scorn? Desire? Importance? Its role as anything other than being something for two grown men to beat each other over the head with continues to remain as unclear as the visibility of anything more than ten feet away from one's face, or as to whether or not these super-super storms (that is exactly what the meteorologists are now calling it - so super it's super-super) will ever come to an end before Metro City is transformed into little more than waterlogged rubble, a wet scar where civilization once stood.
His rear end wiggles as he picks up the thing in question, giving it what should be a careful look-over. He shrugs his shoulders visibly upon coming across the head-shaped hole on it--
Something clear carries through it all. That roar. That power all channeled into the end of one Shen Woo's fists. For all the ambiguity in body language and spoken language, sometimes there are just very simple gestures that shine through when two fighters come to blows. No deafening winds or blinding rains are able to censor it.
Todoh stands dumbfounded for the fractions of a second he has to acknowledge this, and his entire face contorts with the fist that strikes so true, it may fool Shen into thinking it never actually touched anything.
The object drops onto the ground at Shen's feet as old man Ryuhaku corkscrews in the air, spinning and spiraling further inward into the flooded disaster zones that make up the entirety of Metro City, disappearing into the vapors of the endless rain, the mists of makeshift waterfalls of great volumes of water pouring off of rooftops.
What on Earth was all that about, anyway? Why was that old guy even out there to begin with? What was so important about that electronic thing? What things were even being said...?
COMBATSYS: Todoh takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Todoh can no longer fight.
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Straightening himself, Shen Woo peers off in the direction of the man's trajectory. With a snort, Shen Woo begins to shake the throbbing ache out of his hand. He had no idea what it was about. He likely never would. Instead he simply turned his attention to the device that was at the heart of their confrontation...
and kicked the damn thing off of the friggen pier before he turned away to find the next place he could be a brazen, brawny oaf.
SOME TIME LATER...
"Raggin' friggin' no good," murmurs a man with such a deeply bruised and numb jaw that he really should not be able to get a single coherent word out, ducked into an alley with a very large man in a white leopard print shirt and matching pants, who is huddled up with their arms around their legs and looking despondent. (Which is to say, the big guy, not... bruised-face person, who is none other tha...)
"That's... that's the last time I stick my neck out for anyone!" Complains Ryuhaku Todoh, raising a fist and speaking pretty much to the water-damaged brick wall as opposed to anyone. "Metro City's lost power, they said... pah! My fax machine sucked, I said... also pah!" He grouses.
"So why shouldn't I have just handed off my fax machine to the first person I saw, I didn't say... because I thought it! Semantics! Clear difference! It is like grade school math!" No, no it's not.
"It is an electrical device! That is what Metro needed! ME! I was being altruistic and thoughtful for once! FOR ONCE!" Todoh sneers, confessing to pretty much no one. "But noooooo, when I give the gift of something electrical!! I GET PUNCHED IN THE FACE! Right here!" He points unhelpfully, because it's painfully obvious (and also obviously painful). He huffs, he complains, he whines...
"And... and he didn't want the facts either! The facts of global cooling! The chain smoekrs of Mt. Fuji! Or, or... or..."
The big guy in the white clothing suddenly interrupts to clutch Todoh, looking scared, as though for once really wanting someone else to lean on in these trying times when it even looks like the ability to pull the city together may be beyond the reach of even Mike Haggar. As though a kinship between one noisy, complaining old man and one large, short-tempered but now frightened hulk of a man who misses those idyllic days of just owning the docks with his posse.
Todoh struggles and yells something and shoves him off, standing back up with a wind that had been soundly beaten out of him prior. He runs entirely on pure aging old man spite. All in flagrant disregard for any notion of altruism or goodwill against just about everything he said.
"I'll shove it down everyone's throats, you hear me?! No coddling! No holding back!! Truthiness is coming! ...And he'd better like that fax machine he beat me upside the head with...!"
Throwing his hands up. "Forget it! I'm just gonna find someone else to yell these same insipid things at! Like that big blonde guy with the dreads, or something."
...
Life continues.
Log created on 14:24:18 08/30/2014 by Todoh, and last modified on 22:24:22 08/31/2014.