Description: Axl Low appears in London bearing a word of warning for the United Nations, but what happens when he runs into a certain behemoth of Mad Gear on the way to tell them? Well, first off lots of property damage...
Suddenly, a lanky man with blond hair and a red bandana wanders out of an alleyway near London Bridge.
"Oi...not again..." he says to no one in particular as he looks around. "At least things don't seem that different /this/ time."
He takes a few steps over, reaching for a newspaper. The stand owner, a dark-skinned man in his thirties or forties, stops him Indian-accented English. "Excuse me, you need to pay for that. No reading without purchase my friend!"
"Oh! Sorry chap, let me get that." The blond man digs through his pockets and tosses a few coins onto the counter, also taking a bottle of water as well. He sips on it as he turns over the newspaper to read the headlines.
He suddenly spits his water all over the newspaper. "Justice?! In Southtown?! Oh no..." He flips several pages, chasing after the article. His eyes dart along the page as he tries to track down the article. Finding it, he reads quickly, and then...
"Looks like there's still time...what a bother. Excuse me--" he says to the shopkeep. "Where's the UN office?"
"It's right across the bridge, just follow the signs on the other side."
"Thanks!" Axl says, taking off in a sprint. He runs right into traffic, a horn blaring at him loudly as he deftly steps out of the way of a collision. Squeezing between a callbox and a lamppost, he then vaults over a trashcan and keeps going.
"Strangely dressed fellow," the shopkeeper thinks aloud.
Abigail isn't without some experience at internationalism and travel. He's from CANADA. From there he entered the United States, where he spent..the rest of his time!
Well scratch that. He once regularly pretended to be from Denmark despite his passport saying he was from Canada. How can he -not- be from Denmark? It's where his favorite musician hails from! Eventually he rememberd he was actually from Canada and so ended that escapade.
And here he is, now, in Great Britain at the UN office where a threat had been received from one of the..practically countless at this point, anti-UN group or another and considering what's happened in the past..well..time to put that Mad Gear contract to work. And so the biggest..the baddest..the STRONGEST (former) Mad Gear chief has arrived. And he is utterly, irredeemably, bored out of his damn mind.
"I'm BORED." he thunders, while leaning his monstrous frame over the security desk, covering a wide eyed officer with his vast shadow as if the poor man was enveloped by a thunder cloud. "Bad enough you jokers shipped me over here in a cargo plane instead of..first class like I asked! Even worse that I can hardly understand the lot of you..but..but...you wouldn't letme bring my vrooom!!!"
Abigail gestures for the mans keys, "C'mon..let me borrow the truck.. Just for a little bit!"
"N-no sir! You uh..you wouldn't fit!"
"I mod cars. You think I can't make myself fit?!"
As of yet, Axl's approach isn't noticed. Just one of a number of frantic to and fro goers here in London.
Axl continues his mad dash toward the UN building. He nearly crashes into a lady until he suddenly backsteps, holding up his hands apologetically as he strafes around her and continues onward. There are turnstiles near the UN gate as a sort of first line of security. Axl, reasonably, would slow down to pass through them.
Instead, he plants a hand atop one and vaults over, continuing to run toward the gate.
"Oh, right, someone's got to be guarding this place...excuse me!" he calls to the Abigail and the assorted guards. "I've got to talk to someone from the United Nations! There's something they have to know about Justice!"
"Whazza-wha?" Abigail blinks, looks up, and makes no attempt to move forward to stop Axl just yet. He continues to lean his gigantic body over the outside checkpoint and just turns his head slightly to look in Axl's direction as other guards quickly move to intercept. Great job there, Abi!
"Hold it, stop right there!" calls out the standard UN security. The guard actually making an attempt to..do his job and do it right. He, along with three others, rush forward to try and prevent Axl from moving any closer, "Great, another one." grunts one while the other speaks up, "Listen. You're going to have to step back into the back of the line. We won't warn you again!"
Abigail makes a light rumbling sound, like a car engine revving, as he observes this from some distance back. "Must be all that tea you people be drinking." he rumbles, watching Axl's antics with mild amusement.
"No, no, see," Axl says, "this can't wait. It's a matter of life-and-death. Wait, there was a line?" he asks, looking around. "Would it help if I showed you my ID?" Axl suggests, rubbing the back of his head.
Then he spots Abigail. He looks up slowly, taking in just how large the man is. "Reminds me of another guy I know." He thumbs over to him, whispering. "Hey, does he work here too or is he in line to meet with someone?"
The security guard sighs. Well maybe it's time to try and put this Mad Gear contract to work. As Axl thumbs over at Abigail, the guard calls out, "Abigail--!"
"ABI-GAIL!!" roars the giant, correcting the guard – sort of. The guard blanches a little bit and scurries backwards a few steps. Then the ground starts shaking. Cars rattle up and down, windows shudder, and Axl is slowly swallowed up by the approaching thunder cloud of Abigails presence. As big as he was before, he looms bigger and bigger.
"What do you -want-." he rumbles at Axl, "Go away – they don't want to be bothered by hippies. Beat it!" he points a finger the size of Axl's arm, indicating the streets out beyond the gathering crowds. "Before I crush you like a can!"
"Ooooh," Axl says, looking up at Abigail. "Hey there big guy! I'm not looking for trouble here. Hell, I'm actually here trying to /prevent/ trouble. That's why I need to talk to the UN." Axl holds up his hands in an "I surrender" gesture, exposing his palms.
"So you're Abigail, huh? Deceptive name I guess. I'm Axl, but that's not really important. What really matters is that I get to warn someone about Justice. Otherwise, a lot of people are going to die!" Axl points a finger at Abigail.
"And that seems like a bad thing for a security guard, right?"
The colossal gear-head just fumes as Axl contnues to defy him. He lets his arm drop to his side and his eyes widen as his jaw tightens up abit. Just as Axl nears the end of his explanation, Abigail interrupts with an elegant, "I don't care!"
he waves a hand dismissively as his muscles bulk up, visibly inflating and audibly creaking as his chest swells and his ribcage expands, "I said scram and you're still here! Do you think you can just march in here and speak to the UN like tey'e some person? No! Of course not!"
Abigail's massive hand lunges forward and down, two fingers togeher, making an effort to pinch Axl's belt line and by that alone lift the man up as easily as he would heft a toddler, "Time to take you for a ride, blondie!"
COMBATSYS: Abigail has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Axl Low has joined the fight here.
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Axl Low 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Abigail
COMBATSYS: Axl Low blocks Abigail's Medium Throw.
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Axl Low 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Abigail
One moment Axl is standing there pointing a finger at Abigail. The next, Abigail's massive hands--or rather, his fingers--are trying to get Axl by the waist to lift him up and forcefully remove him from the property. Fortunately for Axl, his movements show practice--precision. For a random protestor, he seems to know his way around a fight.
And in fact, black-tipped red staves are drawn where they weren't before in a feat of sleight-of-hand. He leverages them against Abigail's fingers, making the grab difficult. Even so, Axl's muscles strain against Abigail's massive strength, and he's still off the ground.
"Eheh," Axl says, "I guess you've got strength to match. I ought to tell you though, hippie seems a little unfair." Axl says, gritting his teeth. "I mean, I'm as for peace and love as the next guy, but I'm more of a metalhead myself." Axl twists, dropping out of Abigail's grasp with a heavy thump against the pavement.
As he rises he twirls his batons around between his fingers, spinning them deftly before slamming their ends together in front of him. A curved sickle blade pops out of each end, after which Axl pulls the batons back apart to reveal a long length of chain between them. "Plus I know my way around a scrap better than any flower child if I do say so myself!"
And then there's a sudden flash of green chi as Axl throws one of the sickles in fast and low, the blade zooming out to try and slash Abigail across the shin. "Not that I go looking for a fight, but this is important!"
COMBATSYS: Axl Low successfully hits Abigail with Sickle Flash.
- Power hit! -
"A metalhead? What bands??" demands Abigail as Axl struggles against his massive arm and the colossal man neither yields or moves, like some immovable monolithic statue or construct of some sort. He resettles his weight, shaking the area roughly as Axl drops down and back and his eyes narrow as he sees the weapon whirl out, the sound of the chain links ringing in the air. "What th..OOW!"
The kusari gama SLASHES, scoring a powerful strike against the giants tree trunk like calves. Under practical circumstances it'd be enough to bring a normal man to the ground. For Abigail..? It just sort of makes him angry.
The cement splinters under his huge weight as he lunges forward and slams a foot down to pin the chain against the earth. He then grabs for it, intending to use it to yank Azl towards him as he rumbles, "You're a bug to me!"
His other arm raises a huge fist forming and his arm seeming to pile sinew on top of sinew in a mountainous flex that strains his tire armbands to the ripping point.
But then his fingers curl back, revealing this is no intended punch – but literally a finger flick that will snap out gigantically at Axl as soon as the metalhead gets yanked into range. The only problem here being that a finger flick from this bruisers freakish strength is capable of sending cars sailing through the air.
COMBATSYS: Axl Low endures Abigail's Red Leaf.
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Axl Low 0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0 Abigail
"Well honestly, I like the classics like Jud--whoa!" Axl starts before getting yoinked toward Abigail and goes right off his feet and through the air. He practically feels like his arm's going to get pulled out of socket in the process, but Axl shifts to get a better grip on his chain.
And in doing so, pulls himself around with an anchor as Abigail delivers a devastating finger flick. It smashes into his side hard enough to knock the wind out of him with a heavy wheeze, but Axl seems to be fairly tough for such a lanky guy. He flies backward, yoyoed by the impact until he suddenly grabs onto the chain, catching himself and keeping in close range.
And so he swings around, taking his other sickle by the hand and sweeping it down toward Abigail's arm in an attempt to hook on and fling himself back onto his feet.
"Oof," Axl coughs, holding his ribs. "Think you might have broke something there, big guy, ehehe. Take it easy on me, would you?!"
COMBATSYS: Abigail endures Axl Low's Random Strike.
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Axl Low 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Abigail
"Judas Priest?? Why theyr'e only one of the GREATEST BANDS OF ALL TIME!" roars Abigail over the sound of the whirling chain links as he bears down on Axl like some unstoppable juggernaut. The ground shakes, car alarms sound, seismic readers pick up on his footfalls. He's like a kaiju compressed down into a humans (???) body.
"You like King Diamond?" he asks as his huge body shudders against Axl's attack. The sickle slashes down, barely penetrating his iron crushing physique and as Axl attempts to rebound backwards, Abigail lunges inward, twisting around and slowing as if charging up..and then lunging forward again, spinning around on his heels as he does for added momentum. A huge shackwave peals out from his hulkish movements as he continues the twist, bringing his other arm around as well for an attempted earth shaking double punch on Axl. "OF COURSE YOU DO!" he roars, "He's DANISH!"
COMBATSYS: Axl Low counters Abi Twist from Abigail with Heaven Can Wait Low.
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Axl Low 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Abigail
"But of course!" Axl says, still rubbing his side. He's pretty sure there's at least one cracked rib in there. Even as he does though, he uses his free hand to yoink back his chain once Abigail steps off of it for a second. The kusarigama winds up with remarkably dexterity, Axl whipping the chain to wrap around his arm as he catches the other sickle and holds them together.
"King Diamond, eh? Now it all makes sense, heh!" Axl flashes a smile. He flicks the chain, unwinding it once more as it seems to retract back into the sickles, Axl finally snapping them back together as a long staff. The smile, however, is quickly replaced by a concerned expression as Abigail barrels down on him.
But then Axl turns the staff, sidestepping as he plants it for leverage and directs Abigail's monstrous fist away from himself. The (much) smaller man pushes off as he does, polevaulting up to try and clear Abigail despite the huge height difference. And then, his hand snaps up, taking hold of the tie of his bandana as the second punch comes toward his face.
Everything goes red as Axl tosses the bandana over Abigail's face. Axl keeps moving while he's blinded, soaring past him and whipping the staff around toward the back of the giant's head. As he delivers the thwap, Axl catches his bandana with the end, lifting it back off of Abigail's face with a bullfighter's flourish and working at tying it back on in the moment's reprieve.
"And what about--Saigon Kick?!"
"Saigon Kick is alright! But I wasn't tat impressed at their last concert!"
Behind both fighters, the UN Security guards just watch on in disbelief. The absurdity of the conversation and the fact that Axl hasn't folded like a wet tissue under Abigail's strikes is making this scene very difficult for them to take in.
"Sorry, time to stop playing around. I got a paycheck to earn and books to balance." rumbles Abigail, seemingly barely troubled by the strike against his skull.
Abigail's massive hand is suddenly there, reaching for Axl's waist in its entirety. using his fingers alone to first attempt to pin and do then do the effort of tossing Axl with a mere flick of his wrist, sky high into the air with the same type of ease and gesture one might use to send a doll towards the roof of a three story building.
COMBATSYS: Abigail successfully hits Axl Low with Abigail Smash.
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Axl Low 1/--=====/=======|=======\=------\1 Abigail
"ABIGAAAIIIIIL!" roars the giant as Axl hurtles skyward. His deep voice 'trills', tongue rolling against the roof os his mouth as he winds his other arm in circular movements..and then swings it up as Axl plummets earthwards, intending on slamming the huge palm into Axl on the mans way back down from the toss and send him hurtling away! "BIG SMASH!"
"But what about--h-hey he-hurk!" Axl is tossed up. He tries to reposition himself to guard. Unfortunately for Axl, defensive tactics are hard to pull off when you're being thrown around like a ragdoll. He instead finds himself on the receiving end of a giant palm strike, which sends him rocketing almost comically over the heads of security and smashing into a double decker bus.
The Brit leaves an Axl-shaped imprint before peeling out and dropping onto the ground in a heap. He groans lowly, but then slowly rises back up to his feet. He staggers once, almost falling back down, but then he thumps his chest, stands up straight and holds his collapsed kusarigama in front of himself again.
He snaps it apart again, deploying the blades with the clinking of chain. Once he does, he starts spinning the one of the blades in a great circle, spinning it round and round as people start clearing away from what's clearly a couple of dangerous people. Fiery chi starts to gather around him as he advances.
"Big smash was a bit of an understatement there, Abi," Axl says with a cough. He wipes a bit of blood from his chin. "But I'm not gonna give up that easily!"
COMBATSYS: Axl Low gathers his will.
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Axl Low 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\=------\1 Abigail
The goliath's eyes widen at this. Abigail straightens up some and places both hands on his hips before leaning forward slightly, "Hey...hey! You look like you've got somer horsepower after all! He slams one huge palm into his other arms bicep once, twice and then three times. Each sucessive hit shaking the area violenlty. Cracking windows, bouncing cars and knocking people over as the quakes and shockwave rumble out, He ends this by slamming both fists together in a final impact that shatters windows several stories up as he rumbles loudly, "But its time to put you down!"
His huge body shakes, staggers and then his physique suddenly grows! Muscle piles on muscle in a thundering flex that enlarges his already cartoonish physique into an outright caricature freakish force of nature. His skin reddens, steam literally rising off of it as his body temperature soars like the engine of an over hearting engine. Craters form around his immense feet as his body swells and he spreads his monsterous arms wide and then flexes forward in a most muscular pose that would envelop other giants like a bear hugging a toddler. "BRING IT ON!" he roars!
COMBATSYS: Abigail gathers his will.
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Axl Low 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\=====--\1 Abigail
Axl grits his teeth as Abigail revs up his engines. He keeps spinning the chain, fiery chi gathering as the whirling dervish of a weapon starts to heat up.
"Yeah..." Axl says, steadying himself. "I was thinking the same thing, Abi..."
Axl whips the chain around and, for a moment, it just seems to go on forever. The chain--no, chains--move as if they have a life of their own, snaking around and around. They try to wrap around Abigail, regardless of his massive size, and they keep snaking around, looping round and round to rapidly in case the giant Mad Gear member in a functional cocoon of chains!
COMBATSYS: Abigail endures Axl Low's Amphora Conflagration.
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Axl Low 0/-------/---<<<<|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Abigail
As the chains finishing wrapping around Abigail, Axl's grimace turns back into a smile."You know, I just wanted to deliver my message to the UN, but you had to go and start a fight over it," Axl says, turning away from Abigail.
"So you've got no one to blame here but yourself. Sorry Abi!" Axl says, snapping his fingers.
And then the chains all explode into a giant fiery conflagration of chi. They disappear even more swiftly than they appeared, leaving Abigail free to move again--provided he can still stand.
With a full toothed almost madcap grin, Abigail begins charging forward – though it's less of a charge and more of a...jog with both of his huge arms lifted up at against his monsterous flanks. He thunders forward at a speed that is ..slightly faster then a brisk walk but that also seem sto be getting heavier and heavier with each step. Full on earthquakes thundering thorughout the immediat area of the city with each footfall his immensity makes.
As the chains whirl around him,they fail to stop his movements in an yisible manner as like the proverbial juggernaut his body just keeps coming. His massive frame shakes and shudders, slows, but doesn't stop. In fact he's still moving when his body vanishes from sight as the cocoon of chains seems to finally pile completely around him.
When the explosion happens, the UN guards duck for cover, some reaching for what's left of the desk to try and get a signal through, "It's an attack! It's worse then we thought!" he xclaims, only to pause when he hears Abigails unmistakable voice rumble thorugh the noise of the conflagoration, "VROOOM!"
Abigail emerges through the flames, scorched, but still grinning. He slides forward, digging a trench through the cement with his feet and looms high over Axl, "GOTCHA!" he roars before slamming his massive palms earthward.
Upon impact, the ground violently lurches, sending bystanders, equipment, cars, and pretty much anything else not bolted down, into the air from the explosive force and in this space between spaces, Abigail lunges his hands up towards Axl, intending to grab him while in this vulnerable state.
COMBATSYS: Axl Low fails to counter Abigail Special from Abigail with Heaven Can Wait High.
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COMBATSYS: Axl Low can no longer fight.
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Both monstrous hands locking fingers together around Axl's waist, Abigail lifts him upwards, an crazed grin on his face, seemingly 'slamming' him skywards where the blond metalhead finds himself embedded briefly in a bit of debris, a convienent overhang, or something to that effect.
"ORAORAORAORAORA!!!" roars the huge beast as his fists begin pounding into Axl's body as if the man was literally a boxers speed punching bag save these are punches from a brute that can compress a semi truck trailer with his arms. But hey, Axl's tough!
"Bwaaaaah!" Abigail roars after the last strike, swinging with a final round house that dislodges the time traveller and sends him hurtling across the entire open lot, back out of the UN grounds and across the street towards a large fountain which will fortunantely cushion his impact. Perhaps the brute was nice enough to 'aim' that way.
"Hah. That was a dead heat!" he admits.
"Wait, what?!" Axl says, Abigail's hands suddenly around his waist before he can properly react. He goes for the block with blinding speed, but even then there's only so much he can do to intercept Abigail's absurd brute force. That takes finesse, and Axl lacks either the positioning or the initiative to pull off that trick again.
THUMP. Axl's upper torso smashes into a street lamp, bending it around his body enough to stick him there snugly. He takes a fury of speed bag blows before that final, smashing hit that sends him flying with such force that he splashs down into the fountain with a veritable geyser of water.
"Did anyone get the number...on that truck?" Axl says woozily before clunking back down into the fountain. Bubbles rise back up.
The UN security team begins crawling out from their hiding spots. This is the problem of Abigail. He's great security, sure, but it's kind of like hiring a natural disaster to protect you. He's so huge and strong that even his footsteps shake the earth let alone the shockwaves of his swings..LET ALONE an actual fight. It's not hard to see how he and Marduk wrecked an entire section of the UN compound back in Metro City. This is actually tame property damage wise.
For his part, Abigail steps out of the lot and off UN ground to approach the fountain. He reaches in and roughly drags Axl out. "You like vrooms??" he asks in surprise, not really paying attention tot he fact that Axl is not capable of answering. "And a metalhead too!" he continues the one-sided conversation, "I'll have to show you the monster truck and my death metal playlist. And introduce you to some bands..." He slings Axl over a huge shoulder and begins stepping away, heading for the parking structure wit the eartquakes diminishing as he gets further away. While the guards begin their clean up process.
"Didn't that blond haired kid rant something about Justice?" asks one guard as Abigail disappears off.
"...Naw.." answers the other.
Log created on 22:16:27 11/05/2017 by Axl Low, and last modified on 00:58:37 11/07/2017.