Description: JURI has been freed from her imprisonment at the hands of Q-Bee, but it's out of the pan and into the fire for her, as BISHAMON has been committing another murder spree again. There's no reasoning with the spirit -- it just wants to kill anything and everything in its way. And Juri is, sad to say, in its way!
The world had offically gone to shit, weird.. hellish shit.
Juri Han was taking it in stride, better than the locals at least who were boarded up in their homes or otherwise afraid of the things roaming around in the streets. Amusingly she probably qualified as something they should be protecting their homes from, and fearfully hiding from. Her foot smashes into one of the boarded up windows and she leans heavily against it making it creak ominously, she can feeee~l it starting to give way and the panicked cries of people inside.
Cries from inside quieten for a moment to a low whimpering and she raps again, a male voice croaks out from the inside 'w-what do you want?' Pretty harmless sounding, terrified of her but probably protecting their family if she gave a damn, the kind of idiot that would try and stab or shoot her even if they had no chance of actually pulling it off, he sounded young. Weakling. Juri whallops the boarded up window again this time but a little more restrained as she growls at those cowering behind their barricade.
"Water, oh ...and a shirt"
The buzz of low voices turns into a flurry of activity suddenly as she leans into the kick this time. A string of curses and the sound of something heavy shifting is followed by a bottle of water being pushed through the gap and a whisk of fabric as wadded up T-shirt flops onto the ground beneath the window. The frame groans as she pushes herself away from the wall and saunters over to pick up her extorted loot. Her mouth quirks up into a manic smile as the cotton fabric of the shirt is still warm, how neighbourly of them to give her the shirts right off their backs. The voice insides calls out something to her but she's already ignoring them in favour of the water bottle, drinking a third of it down.
The shirt she winds twice around her waist and abdomen, one hand on the knot holding it in position she pulls it tight with her free hand and teeth.
Gods but that hurt, the wound in her side isn't bleeding all that much anymore but in this new shithole of a world-- she hefts the water bottle with her bloody hand, painting the surface of the bottle with it and settles down by the curb of the street to finish it. --She might need both her hands free, just an observation based on all the non-human things that seem to be giving her a second look even if a wide berth.
Bishamon had been contained, somewhat, during the last couple of weeks. Jedah Dohma, however, had lifted the invisible barrier of guards and escorts some time this morning. The cursed warrior had proceeded to maim, murder, and drive the civilian population before him. Well, murder, mostly. The maming only really happened if they got away from him.
Bishamon's latest prey had led him to a rooftop just across the street from where Juri Han sat to rest. Wounded, tired, isolated. The mouth in Bishamon's armor opens, and a tounge licks its stomach lips in hungry anticipation. Perfect prey.
Bishamon leaps from the roof, pulling Kien clear of its sheath, and with a bloodcurdling yell, attempts to cut Juri into two seperate pieces!
COMBATSYS: Bishamon has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Juri has joined the fight here.
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Juri 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Bishamon
COMBATSYS: Bishamon successfully hits Juri with Power Strike.
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Juri 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Bishamon
The whistling of the descending slide is enough to peak juris interest, she lazily turns her to the side and her eye roves upwards, up-- only to see the glint of light gleam across the straight edge sailing right down at her. The bottle skitters across the road, rolling and sliding on its side where it comes to a stop disgorging its contents wastefully, While some distance away the Korean Taekwondoka stands where she too had rolled away to and come to rest. Red petals of blood falling around her and rivulets rolling down her sides and soaking into the shirt bound around her waist, they tracing spider web lines down her bicep that run down toward her gauntleted fists, all in one fell swipe.
The gash in her back nearly running shoulder to spine. It could have split her in two or cut her open like a fish, but instead she snorts angrilly and straightens despite the wound. Attentions falling over towards her bottle of water with distaste. She'd been days without water, without food... and then this ASSHOLE gets between her and even that?
"Oi, Big purple freak, -- I'm going to take that out of your hide."
Her voice rich with malice she seems to be turning up the intensity as her eyes widen until white can been seen completely surrounding that one violet eye. Right out of the starting gate she rushes in at speed, the leg she kicks up at Bishamon is wreathed in purple energy, it clings to her leg but the violence involved has it trailing in her wake and thrown clear with the apex of the kick, but it's as she turns with the momentum she unloads another attack point blank.
She'll kill him! She really will!
COMBATSYS: Bishamon overcomes EX Fuhajin from Juri with Karame Tamashii.
- Power hit! -
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Juri 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Bishamon
Bishamon takes a light hop backwards, four eyes narrowed at Juri as the psycho power comes screaming at him at a clip. The ronin whips a quick pointing gesture at Juri, and one of the several ghost flames circling around Bishamon sails towards the Korean woman at a considerable clip.
Ghost flame clashes with soul fire in a radiant explosion, but when the dust clears, Bishamon's spirit fire is still screaming towards Juri in an attempt to cling to her and yank her towards the cursed warrior!
COMBATSYS: Juri blocks Bishamon's Karame Tamashii.
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Juri 1/-------/=======|=------\-------\0 Bishamon
Juri doesn't so much stop as raise a hand to meet the incoming spirit flame with her bare, blooding handed palm and drive it into the ground at her feet even as it detonates. The resulting shadowy figure that explodes from the cloud of debris is still coming, it would be cold day in hell before anyone could prise her off this bastard before she'd had he fill of beating on what would be his corpse. The spidery thread of black that once tied her bikini top in place, severed by a sword slice now floating about her sides and the tattered remnants of her jacket hanging behind her like a ragged cape she is bogglingly beginning to /look/ as fierce and animalistic as she is acting. If that fabric weren't glued to every inch of her skin, where it touched. It might not have even held together at all.
Torn strips of black flutter around in air as she slides in at him, already ducking low and turning to spike her foot up into the underside of his jaw, she intends to launch him right into the air and again catch and propell him into one of these building on the return trip to earth with the crushing follow-up side kick.
COMBATSYS: Juri successfully hits Bishamon with Kaisen Dankairaku Limited.
- Power hit! -
~~ Alluring Hit! ~~
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Juri 0/-------/-------|=======\-------\1 Bishamon
Bishamon tries to brace up under the kick, and is sent flying. Juri then kicks him into the side of a freaking building. The cursed warrior slams through the wall and bounces off of several pieces of furnature before clattering to a stop. A moment later, Bishamon is on his feet. Slowly, the ronin walks up to the hole in the building and levels a stare at Juri. He licks the woman's blood off of his blade with a grin and a slight ecstatic shudder.
Bishamon brings Kien back in a one-handed grip, setting his feet before flinging the cursed sword at Juri's stomach!
COMBATSYS: Juri dodges Bishamon's Tsuji Hayate.
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Juri 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\1 Bishamon
The blade misses Juri, and leaps back into Bishamon's waiting hand. The ronin leaps back down to the street, ready to spill more blood.
Blowing out a huff of breath that shifts her fringe she stares down at the armoured freak as it raises the blade to its lips and lap up the blood, Her blood. Her own lips peel back exposing the gritted teeth which are grinding angrily, it was making sport of a slash it had landed when it attacked her with surprise, that son-- the windup and pitch of the blade requires a little bit of footwork as she slips sideways out of the path of the flying sword but it's only when the blade still and begins to return that Juri slips well away warily.
That's twice now that this armoured freak had lashed out at her from range, fighting a swordsman her first instinct might be to keep at a distance and the chill creeping over her manages to temper the edge of her anger some.
He was showing off a lot of range, so was all that fancy armour for real or just for show? She was all about the up close and personal combat anyway, you should feel the break and give in of your opponents body.
"Do I taste good -- WOULD YOU LIKE MORE?!"
She is already moving, dashing in with a hopping kick she feints, strike jinks and rolls out attacking form different angles, seeing how nimble the big guy really was in all that armour. You only have two eyes, or maybe less and limited visibility in all that rubbish.
COMBATSYS: Bishamon fails to interrupt Kick Combo from Juri with Kirisute Gomen.
~ Cruel hit! ~
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Juri 0/-------/-----==|=======\==-----\1 Bishamon
Bishamon attempts to meet Juri's charge with one of his own, the tip of the cursed sword low to the ground. Ghost fire flickers along the sword as Bishamon attempts to trip Juri Han up, but the psychopath is simply too fast for him.
The ronin staggers under the assault, before crashing to the pavement. He twitches once or twice, but does not stand up just yet.
Juri starts laughing, shrill and manic while completely out of control. Rejoice! It's fallen and it can't get up! Nimbly having hopping over the blade, over and around strange fire and a keen edge. She doesn't know if her laughter is out of relief or in having determined for herself that she thinks the whole look is a deception, she's not interested in self diagnosis. Pretending to be a samurai, a big tough swordsman and cut down the people who try and stay out of reach?
"That's what you get! Eh-? You big, freaky! Pile of crap!!"
Her mood turns and she abruptly stops laughing and begins to sashay her way closer, one hand on her hip and easing some of the strain across her back. She's Delighting in the sight of the downed samurai. Buhhht, There's only room for one monster hereabouts, She was going to make damn sure that was her.
She pauses over but quickly swings a leg up and drops her foot right down at the spine of the prone armoured figure, turnabout is fair play and a blow to the back, for a blow to back.
COMBATSYS: Bishamon fails to interrupt Heel Kick from Juri with Kyouka Yoroi EX.
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Juri 0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0 Bishamon
Bishamon attempts to stand, to put his blade to Juri's supple flesh one more time. The heel crashes down into his all-too-mortal spine. Something can be heard snapping in the monster's back, and Bishamon falls to the ground once more.
This time he doesn't even twitch. Something important may be broken.
Juri circles the Samurai, bare feet padding on the road she circles warily and trying to provoke any more signs of life. The sudden movement and lunge with the blade had been a real threat. She'd been stabbed, slashed or run through quite enough for one week.
The scowl working its way across her face is one of consideration; Even if it was half-dead she didn't want this thing following her and looking for a rematch, she wanted it all the way dead!
Juri lifts a foot and steps over the body, swinging herself astride it and dropping onto the back. She seizes at a fistful of the mane of hair emerging from the top of the helmet and reaches forward for one of the brims of the helmet, trying to wrench hard enough backwards to lever the torso backwards and crush whatever the hell was left of this things spine or internal organs.
COMBATSYS: Bishamon fails to interrupt Strong Throw from Juri with Kienzan.
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COMBATSYS: Bishamon can no longer fight.
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Juri is rewarded with a wet rip-snapping sound, and Bishamon flops to the ground. There is absolutely no movement from the cursed warrior. No scream of pain, no blood pooling around the body. Ghost fire swarms the cursed warrior, as if to consume Bishamon. Then the flames scatter, leaving only a severely battered and abused corpse.
The armor and sword are both gone, as if they were never there to begin with...
The sound is glorious, the scrabble with her feet and sudden give as muscle, sinew and bone relent under pressure of her arms, alongside that splintering meaty sound and sudden slackness that tells her that her opponent is done.
it wasn't as satisfying as it could have been, no screams for mercy or pleading, nothing at all... colour me disappointed.
The eruption of flames startles and overwhelms her sight, she throws an arm up to protect her face and remaining eye but the brightness departs leaving the vicious taekwondoka unharmed and sitting astride the back of a rather brutalized looking corpse.
Her hands drop into her lap, the corpse rocking slightly beneath her pelvis with it's all new and improved posture. She just continues to sit there in peace as her heart slows and the new agonies assailing her back take root with the adrenaline rush beginning to fall off.
The crinkle and then crushing of a plastic bottle draws her eye and she turns to regard the other non humans who appear to be edging closer, one of them flattening the bottle underfoot.
"I was going to finish that."
Juri announces that as she rises back to her feet with a kind of wilting fluidity, slightly hunched so as to spare her back she lifts her hand to beckon them closer. Why go to them when they're so enamoured with her. She wasn't even sure how many were out there but it didn't matter with the high she was on right now.
"Come on then!! Who's next!"
Log created on 19:12:46 04/25/2015 by Bishamon, and last modified on 13:39:28 04/26/2015.