Match of the Millennium

LYRAELLE: "...BONUS ROUND RESULTS!" A series of visualisation bars appear on a helpful virtual screen behind the desk as Lyraelle points her pink star-shaped wand at it. LYRAELLE: "So, here we have our carefully calculated formula being processed by the PFW's proprietary vehicular destruction grading algorithm in action..." The three fights start playing in separate windows as the bars start to shift. AYALA and KENZO LYRAELLE: "First off, let's focus in on Barbarella and Ninja Boy. They made pretty fast work of this Nissan March." =*= FIGHT FOOTAGE =*= The two bring their feet up and simultaneously slam them down on both ends of the vehicle, causing both rear and front axels to snap. The tires practically fly off the vehicle causing the camera crew to have to leap to safety. Kenzo's foot placement in particular folds the hood in half as well as driving the engine block down to the ground and disconnected from the body of the vehicle. It's totaled. "The strength is still there. I just need to get better at using it." He bows to Ayala out of respect for her abilities as well as the respect she seems to have for him. "It was an honor, Feldspar-san." He looks at the vehicle with a frown. He felt as though he could do better. Ayala jumps back a bit, not expecting the machine to do that--of course, she's never smashed up a car before. Next time she'll be ready for that kind of collapse of tires and screeching metal. She takes a deep breath after regaining her compose, then looks over at Kenzo. "Hooh, Ayala need shower, then maybe beer--you want to come with, Gadget man?" she makes waving gesture toward her, as in asking Kanzo to accompany her on this activity. =*= END FOOTAGE =*= LYRAELLE: "Earning an impressive..." (10 Points Base) (-12 Rounds Taken) (+8 Unique Attacks Used) LYRAELLE: "6 Points!" (Continued in next post!)

CHEVY and JOHN DOE LYRAELLE: "Chevy and John Doe decided to demolish the penultimate resting place of countless human remains. I dig the vibe." =*= FIGHT FOOTAGE =*= BANG! CLANG! CRASH! GURGLE GURGLE GURGLE... With Chevy's fountain of water pushing from below, and JD's improvised bludgeon hammering down from above, the various important mechanical bits are eventually shaken loose and bobbed to the surface, only to be shattered apart by blows of the sturdy metal bumper. It is a display of wanton destruction and casual teamwork that would make any demolition fanatic proud, and all of it is caught live by the nearby camera crew. =*= END FOOTAGE =*= LYRAELLE: "They ended up earning a total of..." (10 Points Base) (-15 Rounds Taken) (+10 Unique Attacks Used) (+2 Points Teamup Attack) LYRAELLE: "7 Points! Looks like they earned extra points for teamwork." ICHIKA and BUFORD LYRAELLE: "Ichika and Buford were pitted against the might of a Honda N-Box." =*= FIGHT FOOTAGE =*= Buford rips and tears within, as Ichika drives the blade into the engine block. Stabbing it in the heart of the machine, it suddenly springs a leak of what looks like rather explosive fluid. They didn't- they didn't fill this thing with gas did they. It begins to rock back and forth wildly as Buford somehow manages to position himself back into an upright sitting position, still clutching his blade with both hands. The floor was fully ripped open and exposed, the axle and structure bending dangerously, the front panel was completely wrecked. The fluids of the engine begin to leak in. His eyes were wide, as he looks out from the mist within the car. Did this fair maiden of the way of the blade... invite him for a... invite him for a... special dual tech? A unique and iconic team up combination where each would work in elegant union, uniting in only the way two blademasters could. The Honda groans in anticipation, as suddenly it turns on. Averting his eyes, his round apple checks blush softly, as he brings the fedora over his goggled eyes. "M'lady... if you truly would have me... I would be honored if-" The car suddenly collapses all around him, the weight and jostling of the car being the coup de grace. Wheels turn outwards, the bottom smashes on the ground. For a brief moment, it is just collapsed over the man. And then, the engine starts to spit and sputter, as the front bursts into flames. the intense flames of a gas fire begin to flicker up and towards the front seat, before becoming utterly smothered by the cottony cloud of vapor. The door of the honda falls off, and Buford rolls out from the wreckage, moaning as he does so. "It seemed I was a bit premature on things..." He mutters, as he lays on the asphalt for a second. "Um, M'lady, are we- are we still good on the team up attack?" =*= END FOOTAGE =*= (10 Points Base) (-9 Rounds Taken) (+7 Unique Attacks Used) LYRAELLE: "They were quick to destroy their target, earning an amazing eight points. However, it didn't stop there..." (Continued in next post!)

=*= FIGHT FOOTAGE =*= "No. I will not engage in a 'role play' with you, Maclanky-san." Ichika says, seriously, but nor does she resheathe her blade. Instead, she holds it to the side, letting the grease and oily residue spill from it and onto the car park floor. "But I understand your feelings. You are not satisfied with this display either. So rather than engage in a silly game I will instead offer you another proposal." And there's some determination in the young woman's eyes as hers seek out his; trying to stare him down through the multiple layers of smoke and vape now threatening to clog the air in the car park. "Maclanky-san. To display what we can really do to those watching... I challenge you, here and now, to cross blades with me for real." =*= END FOOTAGE =*= LYRAELLE: "These two continued to work out their respective mommy and daddy issues until Buford couldn't handle anymore." BUFORD: "M'LAaaaaaady!" LYRAELLE: "That sound byte never gets old. Anyway, looks like these two won't be getting any points for teamwork anytime soon." AMBER and ISAMU LYRAELLE: "Well, this one went..." =*= FIGHT FOOTAGE =*= A hulking sumo stands with his back to the camera, yawning, as a steady stream can be heard pattering against the side of a monster truck. Amber stops kicking at the truck's tires and stares in shock as Isamu relieves himself. "Ewww, gross! Stop it Isamu, the timer's already started!" "Wha'dyou say, cutie?" Isamu asks drunkenly as he turns toward Amber. The cheerleader shrieks and jumps for cover as the stream turns toward her. =*= END FOOTAGE =*= (10 Points Base) (-30 Rounds Taken) (2 Unique Attacks Used) LYRAELLE: "...Eventually, Isamu destroyed the car with a single Shooting Peach. They actually scored in the negatives somehow. Which means our winners are Buford and Ichika! Proving that friendship might be nice, but wicked sword skills are more important." TOM: "Thanks for that insight, Sparkle Princess." LOU: "I totally got lost with that scoring system." LYRAELLE: "Like I said, it's an algorithm." LOU: "That explains everything." TOM: "So, what about the next bonus round?" LYRAELLE: "I'm glad you asked..." (Continued in next post!)