Description: And what is 4th of July without fireworks? Well, it is the 4th of July in other countries! But what better way to help other countries who are sick from the lack of Freedom than with fireworks? Looks like we need a doctor, and that doctor is Faust! The prescription? FIREWORKS! But thatís not enough. The delightful Mr. Burr will be here to tip his hat, and also provide more fireworks. And all the while, both Faust and Mr. Burr can help launch all the fireworks up into the overpass, and beyond! What better way to demonstrate Americaís greatness, than to random traffic-goers in Japan? MURICA! <Winner: Faust>
It's a bright, sunny day in Southtown this 4th. Even the smog that normally collects around Geese tower and drifts over parts of the city is thinner than usual, and many are out enjoying the environment!
To celebrate, the Southtown Overpass, sectioned off and with traffic redirected, is to be a brilliant battleground for a fourth of july special, despite it not being the states.... However, this doesn't seem to bother the fans who show up to watch the spectacle! They all have sparklers or other such firey objects in their hands, which they wave excitedly as they await the combatants arrivel! The sides of the overpass have all been lined with rockets and firework canisters ready to fire, both at one another as well as into the air!
Stepping from a nearby Limo, the unerring Mr.Burr basks in the applause. His normal suit has been spiced up for the occasion! His hat is covered in a sparkly american flag pattern, half his coat jacket is red, the other half blue, and the buttons and cufflinks are white shiney diamond studs cut into the shape of stars! He is wearing white slacks with one shoe red and the other blue to match his jacket! As he steps out, he takes a small bow, hat in hand as he salutes the crowd, and tapes his cane on the ground, causing a gout of sparks to emit from the tip and into the air jubilantly, egging the crowd on to greater heights of excitement!
After a moment, the spark get dies out as it's fuel is expended, and he stands there politely, awaiting his opponent!
It's quite the pass to get over! Such an overt pass would be a perfect place to store hundreds of pounds of explosives! Why, imagine then if they were to go off at once! Imagine the blossoming of light, explosives, and patriotism that set your heart ablaze! Oh, how wonderful it truly sounds! A doctor in trade, nature, and appearance, Faust would certainly be happy to help heal the divide betwen nations, and to remind everyone that there is good in everyone! Even in explosives, even if they can be bad!
So can a scalpel! But why, how many people use THAT for bad? It's always for good!
With Mr. Burr making an EXPLOSIVEly exciting appearance, it isn't clear where, how, why or WHAT Faust was - or if Faust was going to make a house-call! The man having signed up for the Saturday Night Fights seems to have completely lost all track of time or place! Yet it is, of course, not true.
Walking through an abandoned hallway, the man's single eye stares down at the SNF plan, reading it intently. "Ah, so it's a celebration! Wonderful! Well, I shouldn't keep it from being held up, I'm one of the hosts!" The door infront of him swings open.
There's a door, suddenly before Mr. Burr and in the middle of the ground inside of the SNF arena. It swings out, the wooden frame stopping right before it would slam open as a man, lankey, tall, and wearing a doctor 'outfit' steps out through and up, as if it was absolutely normal, a single eye staring eye to eye at Mr. Burr as the man crouches.
"Oh! You must be Mr. Burr, sorry to keep everyone waiting! Now, we can begin!" He almost too cheerfully states, the door slamming shut and disappearing right after. Meanwhile, the top of the paper-bag on his head erupts, fireworks shooting out of the bag as if his head was a sparkler.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Burr has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Faust has joined the fight here.
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Mr.Burr 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Faust
The crowd erupts into yet more cheering as Fausts bag-head explodes in dazzling finery! For his part, Burr tips his hat to Faust, giving a gentlemanly bow "Oh, think nothingof it. I've only just arrived myself!". He puts his hat back on his head, and gives an easy smile "... and yes, we CAN begin! Happy fourth, my good man!"
Without even looking, Burr lifts his cane, aiming it at one of the firework launchers, and fires a small pulse of green chi from his cane. Juuuust enough to impact the launch button and set it off. With a sudden fizz, the firework fires right towards Faust as it follows it's path to the horizon!
COMBATSYS: Faust overcomes Thrown Object from Mr.Burr with Love.
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Mr.Burr 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Faust
The cheering would only get louder, because it's clear from the two - both are made for show! Well, one is made for show. The other is plain showy! Standing tall and extending a hand to the sky, Faust poses most spectacularly as his head continues to pop and fizzle! "Then it's perfect!" Faust declares, head tilting down as his body is otherwise completely rigid! "Wonderful, absolutely wonderful then!"
That is, of course, moments before Burr's cane sets off the fireworks, as it fires striahgt towards Faust! Right towards his head! "How direct, but you did give me a heads up!" The jubilant doctor states, before his head is /taken clean off by the firework/. It whizzes straight upwards afterwards, the paper bag having a ! expression on the eye as it rises and detonates, the ... paper-bag falling then towards Mr. Burr shortly after!? Is that a /fuse/ trailing the bag as it topples towards Burr?!
Why yes, it is! Before it detonates into a magnificent burst of fireworks about him! There's a bit of fire, as well, that may light a few fireworks... but that's intentional, as they whiz into the sky! A new bag is, of course, on Faust's head, as he stands tall once more.
"And remember, practice firework safety, everyone!" Faust declares to the crowd, "But if you don't, I'll be here all night! Try not to lose any fingers... or heads!"
COMBATSYS: Mr.Burr endures Faust's Love.
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Mr.Burr 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Faust
Everyones eyebrows go up when Fausts head comes off, even his opponent! This goes from shock to suprise to applause!
Looking up just in time, Burr notices the bag incoming, and the fuse, far too late to bring up any real reliable guard. Instead he merely puts his arm up over his head to shield his face from as much of the blast as possible. As the dust clears, he seems little the worse for wear, aside from his clothes being a bit crispy. He can't help but applaude as well while walking closer "Bravo! THAT was impressive!". He tips his hat to Faust while approaching, before abruptly bringing the heavy iron felt-covered MURICA hat down towards Fausts own!
After all, how many heads can he have under that bag?
COMBATSYS: Faust dodges Mr.Burr's Destruction Derby.
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Mr.Burr 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Faust
With Mr. Burr on such an offensive, Faust would almost clap! Almost, of course, because it becomes apparent he needs his hands, and head, more than he expected! "Why thank you, but I have to tell you, this is only my second best work!" Faust declares quite matter-of-factly, before Mr. Burr tips his HAT to him! Except that is quite the hat that is going down towards Faust's own. The tall man, nine feet in all, suddenly vanishes.
Why, no, that's not correct! Faust is not even waist high to Mr. Burr now, legs so bent they press against each other, arms wrapped about a scalpel so large it may be Burr's own height or more! Most importantly, however, it's the fact that his next is stretched out to the side, head twisted to look at the hat as it swings by it, "Phew! Now that was a close one!" He quips, before placing the scalpel in his mouth? and clambering away on hands and knees, facing away from Mr. Burr at the end of it all!
"But I should repay such a display of skill!" The scalpel is dragged along the overpass' asphalt as it is swung, sparks shooting up as it passes across some fireworks, setting them off, before - being swung straight up and backwards!? Faust's entire body collapses to the ground as he crashes down, thudding against the ground in a pile - but not without the massive scalpel swinging down towards Mr. Burr!
COMBATSYS: Mr.Burr interrupts Deep Strike from Faust with Hooked Throw.
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Mr.Burr 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Faust
*CLANG!* The giant scalpel impacts Burrs cane, held in a high guard like a sword! The blade bites into the wood, but is stopped soundly! Burr gives a wide grin "Well thank you very much! I shall endevor the follow suit!".
Stepping in under the blade, he removes his weapon, letting its edge fall to the ground. Slipping his canes hooked handle around Fausts arm, he heaves, throwing the tall lanky doctor at the side of the overpass, specificly at the button that will set off another series of fireworks into the air for the crowds enjoyment!
With Mr. Burr impacting the scalpel with his cane, Faust hangs there slightly, arms stretched upwards to grab the cane. "How interesting!" Hanging somewhat like a sloth, it's no surprise when Mr. Burr slips the cane under his arm and then sends Faust flying through the air! Faust, helpful as can be, topples head over heels in what looks to be quite the mess! Faust manages to land dantily right upon his head, crumpling all over the button before rising to his feet, twirling the giant scalpel before posing as the fireworks detonate!
Clearly enjoying it - or perhaps somewhat enjoying it, Faust points towards Mr. Burr and then ... rummages into his pocket, hand feverishly digging through it! "Why is this having such a hard time? Mm... where did ... ah! There it is!" What is it? "What could this be?" Faust's head would turn towards it, a ... rock? "Exactly what we needed!" He beams, before suddenly launching it skywards.
Moments later a very focused meteorshower is suddenly barreling down upon Mr. Burr, streaking through the sky down towards him!
COMBATSYS: Mr.Burr blocks Faust's What Could This Be?.
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Mr.Burr 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Faust
As Faust poses with the fireworks detonating behind him, Burr spins with a flourish, holding out his arms and egging on the crowd. He spins his cane around like a conductors baton before turning around back to his opponent just in time to see several rocks coming his way! Without realling pausing, he walks towards Faust, batting the meteorites away off the overpass to harmlessly THUMP into the ground with the back of his forearms! His sleeves are singed, and despite the metal framework under his clothes he still feels the shock, but otherwise is unhurt!
Lining up a shot as he approaches, he points his cane at Faust, firing a larger burst of green chi from its tip! This beam lights several firework fuses as it goes on it's path towards the good doctor!
COMBATSYS: Faust dodges Mr.Burr's Cane Beam.
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Mr.Burr 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Faust
The meteorites are batted away, the rocks and energy batted away with the best of them, Faust looks on as Mr. Burr parts them like the red sea! The man even lines up a shot as he approaches, the cane pointing towards the large doctor who even leans forwards at the last moment to look down the barrel of the cane. "My! What could that be, as well? Quite a-" And THAT is when a burst of green chi comes barreling from it's tip, explosions ongoing as Faust's eye suddenly bulges slightly outside of the bag!
"Wo-hoahooho!" Faust declares as his body suddenly crashes to the ground, the entirety of it shimmering down and even into the ground for a moment, seeming to clip straight through it somewhat! Swimming through the ground, Faust holds the massive blade in his 'mouth' while he does the butterfly, 'gracefully' traversing the landscape of Southtown as he looks up to the man from underneath him. "Now that was a bit unexpected!" Coming from Faust, who is in the concrete swimming, it might not be as strange as it seems.
Wait, he spoke? That means the scalpel - is currently shooting out from the ground up towards Mr. Burr!
COMBATSYS: Faust successfully hits Mr.Burr with Fierce Strike.
?!? Weird Hit! ?!?
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Mr.Burr 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Faust
"An impressive dodge, i must say....." comments Burr as he resumes his steady approach. He can't help but give a sideways glance as Faust beings to 'swim' in concrete, but as of late, things have been getting rather weird..... and this man in particular has just oozed oddness from the getgo....
Not that Burr is frightened, angered, or otherwise sees this as a negative, mind you! It is quite unique, actually!
When the scalpel comes up, he raises an arm, stopping it dead.
Or so he thinks!
When it impacts his arm, it's at JUST the right place down the length for the metal to curve a bit due to the momentum! It curves around his defending arm, and manages to catch him on the shoulder, leaving a bleeding cut on his upper bicept before bending back again! Burr winces, but otherwise shows little outward worry about the bleeding, which is initially nastier than one would think. He tilts his head slightly and gives Faust a look, simply saying "Ow!", before drawing his canes handle, and the sword within it!
With a lightening fast Iai strike, he draws, swings at the mad doctor, and resheathes in one fluid motion!
A blade for a blade, after all!
COMBATSYS: Faust fails to interrupt Crescent Arc from Mr.Burr with Hack n Slash.
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Mr.Burr 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Faust
"Well, it might be just a /little/." The man declares to agree with Burr, but he doesn't like to talk up his skills - unless they are /saving/ people, that is! Faust is, of course, a doctor at heart. Soul probably too. Why, he's likely a doctor at legbone as well. It may just make him up! With the scalpel bending, Faust recoils, the bending 'blade' at such a length doing quite good work on Burr! At least, some good work on the man. Still, it's not the strike that surprises Faust.
It's the incredibly fast response that comes shortly after!
Pulling himself free from the ground in such speed that Faust would likely be called an alien invader, or monster, he crawls straihgt up to Mr. Burr, scalpel in his mouth as he grasps it once more, intending to suddenly CUT LOOSE, literately and figuratively, the blade beginning to spin in his grasp before Mr. Burr slashes the mad doctor! Faust finds his feet having been slashed back and behind him, and the tall man suddenly crashes forwards, "I could have sworm I had legs under me a moment ago!" He declares, paper bag staring at the ground. "But now there's ground here! Why, I think I recognize that kind of style!" He declares!
Oh, the slash is quite clear - and it's quite clear Faust is human, as the blade definitely cut into him - but despite the pain, he keeps a stiff upper lip!
Finishing the sheathing of the sword with a slow careful motion (so as not to cut himself accidently!), Burrs expression seems slightly.... manic for a moment as Faust is injured. His smile never wavers, but his eyes are not.... friendly. Still, the crowds cheering response to his strike brings him back to the here and now, as he hides such unsightly thoughts for the moment.
He looms over his prone but otherwise taller opponent, beginning to glow with dull green energy. He pokes a button on a launcher next to him to launch another volley of fireworks skywards, to the crowds enjoyment as he waits.
Seems he is waiting for Faust to stand back up! To kick an opponent when they are down would be ungentlemanly!
Particularly while there is an audience!
COMBATSYS: Mr.Burr gathers his will.
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Mr.Burr 1/------=/=======|====---\-------\0 Faust
Faust, on the ground, looks up towards Mr. Burr as he gives him the time to stand once more up! Why, how gentle-manly! Of course, Mr. Burr is happening to stare down at him in a most unhelpful, or most unfriendly way. In his multitude of travels and myriad of adventures, the good Dr. has been there and back again - sanity, that is. The single eye that stares up at Mr. Burr is one of analysis, however careful, but he doesn't /quite/ seem to be too unfriendly. Not /quite/.
"Why! How unthoughtful of me! The fight simply went to my head and I ended up a little caught up in the way of things... it's time for your check-up! Hmm, lets start with an eye exam!"
In the meantime, laying on his back, the scalpel is embedded in the ground. It's very important as for /why/. Suddenly Faust rockets forwards, head and face swinging to straight up headbutt Mr. Burr, before rocking backwards and slamming into a LAUNCH button. Then to repeat the process. Then to do so a THIRD time, Faust perched atop the scalpel that is bending back and forth like some sort of metronome with Faust upon it!
COMBATSYS: Mr.Burr blocks Faust's Spearpoint Centrifuge Dance.
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Mr.Burr 1/---====/=======|====---\-------\0 Faust
If there is one thing Burr has learned from this battle so far, it's that nothing expected can come from Faust! With the clue of it being an 'eye exam', he manages to get his arms up in time to defend, head tilted down so his metal hat can aid in deflecting whatever attacks may get through! It works to a good degree, though one of the hits DOES impact his hat, which while dulling things, IS still on his head, and IS still metal. Therefore it hurts decently!
When Faust stops for a moment, Burr glances up with a smirk and a wicked gleam in his eyes. With a sudden step, he blurs from vision, sword drawn in an even faster Iai strike than before! After the first, he becomes a blur of motion, striking from various angles in unexpected speed for a man his age!
He skids to a halt as the attack finishes, sheathing the blade and stopping a split second to regain his bearings!
COMBATSYS: Faust blocks Mr.Burr's Mirage Dance.
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Mr.Burr 0/-------/------=|======-\-------\0 Faust
'Normal' is such a ... normal word. Why not try to use something way more interesting! 'Unsurprising', 'Un... out of the ordinary!', 'Too expected' even! When dealing with Faust, perhaps that is the unexpected, perhaps! For when Mr. Burr decides that it is time to not strike out at Faust, Faust goes ham, entirely, as he crashes over and over, head to head combat! The doctor's grip on the scalpel is anything but weak, however, and even at the end, Faust is left hanging from it.
There's a wicked gleam - a split second. A heart beat. The single eye visible of Faust catches it and the blurring form of Burr is almost too much to handle. The scalpel is pried from the ground as he begins to twist it about rapidly, various angles and means of attack, all from the blade, taken. Though Faust is able to spin the scalpel about to clash with Mr. Burr's own assaults, it doesn't leave him much in the way for offense. Each strike begins to wear through his defense, one or two straight sliding through, cleaving the doctor's clothing - though it doesn't seem to move or fall despite that! - and others clipping his limbs.
Finally, Faust is able to catch the very last strike - Mr. Burr sheathing the blade as he does... "Phew!"
"Why, I probably couldn't have held out much longer!" Faust declares, wiping the sweat? from his brow?? before standing up and picking something out of his pocket - and throwing it straight up! "I could go for a little pick me up after that... but I think I saw something in your eyes." The Doctor remarks, "Yes, I'll have to diagnose further..."
Burr can't help but snicker at Fausts antics "You good sir ARE definately one of the more amusing i've encountered....". That said, he reaches over to the side, grabs one of the fireworks, yanks it off it's mount, and promptly swings it like a club at Faust! Why?
Of course, these things aren't designed for such abuse, and after the impact, the firework goes off, shooting right past Faust and into the air to detonate like all fireworks (usually) do!
COMBATSYS: Faust successfully aids himself with Chocolate Donut.
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Mr.Burr 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0 Faust
COMBATSYS: Faust interrupts Random Weapon from Mr.Burr with Intercepting Strike.
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Mr.Burr 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Faust
With Mr. Burr on the suspected list, Faust takes a moment to calmly compose himself - rather, he takes a moment to leeeean his head back and open his mouth. What mouth? The one that lay hidden under the bag as it beeeend almost 180 degrees like a pez dispencer to snap the donut up, as if it was the aformentioned toys in reverse! Snapping it up, Faust pats his stomach. "Now that hit the spot! I think I'd ready and raring to go, how about you?"
Of course, as Faust's head returns to the normal position and snaps back towards Burr, Burr is suddenly swinging it straight towards Faust like a club, slamming into Faust and sending the rocket skywards - at least, it should do that. What happens is that Faust grasps onto it as it goes by and uses it to pull himself free of the majority of the assault, letting go of the firework, no matter how small, before driving downtowards Mr. Burr, legs about scalpel as he twirls, fingers out in an odd fashion, pinky and pointers, and thumbs, all up, but the rest all down!
Driving just in a way to make quite the incision on him, as it ... billows brightly like a shooting star downwards?!
It may hurt a bit differently than it should! "Well, that's perfect! Hopefully this will help people look FORWARDS to going to see the doctor!" He declares as he lands.
Fausts seemingly erratic motions are definately working for him. Burr is too shocked to see Faust pulled by a little firework and flail around to respond in time. He gets a hand up to stop the scalpel, catching it behind the blade, but not before it's driven into his shoulder rather deeply, actually making him visibly wince in pain as he bleeds from yet another open wound.
He doesn't look happy after this, no sir!
Pulling the blade out, he resorts to a simple response: He winds up a bit and sends a balled fist at Fausts bagged head with all his might!
COMBATSYS: Faust blocks Mr.Burr's Strong Punch.
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Mr.Burr 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Faust
With Burr's simple response, there is a 'simple' retort - that is, to take the shot to his FACE. It's not exactly the best plan, but yet, sometimes the plans aren't the best! It is, of course, clear as day that he ends up a bit tagged - and Faust leaps into the air as the punch is swung towards his face. It connects, actually - though Faust seems to be reducing the effectiveness slightly with a rather odd fix of /his neck stretching backwards/ when the assualt is made. this seems to lower the effectiveness somewhat.
Can you imagine how?
The rest of his body snaps backwards with it, Faust 'rolling' to a stop back a ways away before shaking himself off. "My! That was quite a strike. Now, let's see... aha!" He declares, and then slams a button nearby him. The fireworks around him simply detonate, a blazing, explosion of bright majesty and Faust, gone!? That is before SOMETHING happens behind Burr. Reality bends for a moment as a door simply appears behind him, somewhat wavey from energy, before it is rudely and powerfully swung open, Faust crouching through it as he slides through. "Aha! Just where I wanted to be!"
COMBATSYS: Mr.Burr fails to interrupt From ...?? from Faust with Destruction Derby.
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When Faust goes for the button, Burr reaches to his hat, attempting to strike the offending device, and the arm holding it, and potentially prevent whatever is to come of it. Sadly, he is a bit too slow, and when the fireworks all go off, he misses the strike entirely!
He then is struck from behind in full by the door as Faust bends reality once more, sending the sometimes-gentlemanly man head first to the ground, dazing him a moment from the impact! It's all he can do simply getting his hat back on his head......
With Burr reaching for his hat, attempting to strike the device - it was a trap! Faust's intention was simply to throw off Burr. It clearly works well enough to hide him slipping out and back into reality, but one from a hole and the other from a door! "Oh! My apologies, I didn't see you there." Faust declares. It ... isn't quite as apologetic as he means, however. It is a fight after all! With Burr head-first to the ground and dazed from the impact, getting a hat on his head, it gives Faust plenty of time to plot. To ponder. To /prepare/.
"Oh, there's /still/ too many to take care of... oh!" An actual honest to god lightning bulb appears over Faust's head, the lanky and tall man striking a pose, hand up while pointing, the other holding the scalpel in his hand. "Eureka! That's .. that's EXACTLY it!" He declares, before suddenly throwing /dolls/ into the air. The hand almost disco like as more and more faust-lings float down from the ground on little balloons, moving... away from Burr? Spinning around once, Faust whips the scalpel around to point it at Burr. "You'll LOVE this! Infact, I think everyone will love this! The perfect finale!"
"Well, it might be, at least." He declares with a cheerful nature.
Twirling around once, almost ballerina like, his hands go to the sky. "But now we need to WA-oh! No, we don't need to wait!" Looking at the ground, if one were to, a slapdash mesh of wires laid over each other culminates before Faust, the faust-lings having apparently jury-rigged the entire remaining fireworks. All of them. Every last one.
To the plunger and comical TNT box right before Faust. "Perfect! Why, I cna't wait anymore. HERE. WE. GO~!" And his hands plunge down. Nothing. "Hmm?" He pumps it up and down! "Hmmm!?" And then shakes it! "HMMMMM!? Oh! There it-"
The remaing words are lost as everything simply explodes and goes off at once, the fireworks show ending in one massive eruption of bright lights, energy and whistle-pops of fireworks. Unforutnate it is also very painful for those stuck inside.
Including Faust, actually.
Regardless of how it goes, Faust, too, is caught in the explosion - body entirely singed as he is launched back - and with an afro about the bag. At least for him, of course.
COMBATSYS: Faust successfully hits Mr.Burr with This Week's CLIMAX!.
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Burr gets his bearings just in time to see the Faust-lings.... where they are going and what they are doing. His eyes go wide as he realizes....
He has just enough time to throw his arms up and brace for the explosion before the conflagration occurs, enveloping him in flames and explosive impacts!
The crowd loves it. the cheering afterwards is louder almost than the explosion itself!
When the dust clears, Burr is standing there, arms still up, his clothes singed revealing the metal braces he wears under his clothes (for the first time publicly!), smoke drifting off his form. The blast seems to have cauterized the bleeding, at least! He falls to one knee, more or less spent, and smirks as he slowly stands back up. Looking around, he tips his (still intact) hat to Faust "Well played, and a victory well-deserved, sir! We're all out of fireworks, and while not serious i really should get these cuts looked at. Besides...." he looks at what is left of his attire "This needs to go to the dry cleaners after this, i do believe.....".
He knows his limits, and this is a good time to call it quits in his mind.
COMBATSYS: Mr.Burr takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Mr.Burr can no longer fight.
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As the smouldering, tall and lanky fellow burns on the ground briefly, Faust is quick to get RIGHT up after the cheer of the crowd, throwing another one of the hand-signs out towards the crowd. "Thank you, thank you! This has been a great honor for well... this fellow and I!" Oh, but is it over? Faust realizes he doesn't really know, head tilting as he looks upon Burr, standing there with the metal braces all over. "Aha! No wonder!" He declares, though not to what. Something something 'it feels like hitting a tin can!' something something.
After all, Faust has had plenty experience with the human body and with a scalpel. Things that are not quite normal tend to get his attention quickly.
For once actually walking, Faust's strides are still odd, back hunched and legs bent as the scalpel vanishes into a bag of supplies no larger than a foot. "Why, thank you! Of course, I have to say the same in response... and if you're fine, they may need to! Oh, are they not explosive resistant?" Faust wonders aloud, "Hmmm, yet, they may need to..." He repeats. With the man on one knee, Faust extends a hand to the sky again, then another, thumb to thumb. "I'll be around for repeat performances!"
At which point he whips out an umbrella and snaps it open.
At which point he takes off, the umbrella beginning to spin and rapidly lift him off the ground into the air. "I've just got to freshen up a bit first!" He declares, as he vanishes... over the horizon!
COMBATSYS: Faust takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Faust has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:42:49 07/06/2016 by Faust, and last modified on 23:00:01 07/11/2016.