Neo League 0165 - NL#0187: Upsilon vs Banyu

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Description: The Crashing Tide of Banyu runs afowl of his latest challenger; NESTs agent Upsilon. The secret criminal organization observing the Neo League with designs to claim the coveted championship for themselves.

In the heart of Southtown, Shibuya, the famous scramble crossing known as 'Shibuya Crossing' had been reserved for the latest match in the NL- Much to the annoyance of automobilists that pass by this place on their daily commute. More specifically, the central zebra-path had been marked off with strips of paint on both sides, serving as a sort of long, narrow arena surrounded by both spectators and pedestrians. While cars are technically not allowed to cross, some very brave, and very annoyed drivers decide to instead attempt to pass by the two combatants.

One of which, is the old and perpetually grumpy fisherman. Sitting on the road-arena and idly stretching his limbs. Waiting for his opponent to arrive, or for the judge to call the match to a start. A handful of spectators point in recognition, some are chuckling at the old man-- His performance in the NL thus far has been far from stellar. One teenaged boy in particular is jeering him on.

"Go back home, washed-up old man!"

But with a mean stare and a dissaproving grunt, Banyu shuts the kid up, before facing his opponent- Greeting them with a nod as he stands up.

"Why am I fighting this man?"

The question comes from Upsilon, Agent of NESTS, as his cornermen are checking the connections on the black compression suit that covers most of his body. A girl with a face obscuring mask answers him, "It's the calculations, sir," she says the cadence of an eager puppy, "We need to maximize our chances of a championship rating in order to secure NESTS control of the Neo-League tournament. The data we could collect for our systems would be invaluable."

Upsilon rolls his eyes, getting up from his chair and grabbing the long white labcoat he prefers to have covering him. "But his record is poor. It doesn't reflect on my skill if all I defeat are children and washed up old men."

"You are immensely talented sir," the masked woman placates the sour man, "But this target shows remarkable potential as seen within his recorded matches. But we need our cameras on him. You got this, sir!" she gives him a very excited thumbs up, but Upsilon just shakes his head and departs from the roving base camp that is their crowded surveillance van.

Upsilon frowns at the bright and garish Shibuya. He snorts and presses through the staff and spectator alike while the NESTS drones zip higher to watch from more distant vantage points. Upsilon stands at his mark, he looks up, and he looks toward Banyu. A harrumph as he pushes up his glasses. "A fat old man. Come on then, give me my victory."

COMBATSYS: Upsilon has started a fight here.

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The man grunts out, entering a stance. Legs wide and deep, parellel to eachother with Banyu's torso facing his opponent. "Why is everyone I meet.." His hands are open, one close to his head pointing forward, and the other right below- Pointing upward. "So full of themselves.."

He shakes his head, eyes closed as he straightens his black uniform, embellished by a sash around his waist with a intricate wave-like pattern. The same pattern could be found in his headband. "No matter. You will regret your words, young man, and you will taste the fury of my Harpoon!"

COMBATSYS: Banyu has joined the fight here.

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Upsilon          0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0            Banyu

Upsilon clucks his tongue, shakes his head, and pushes his glasses up on his nose. "Doesn't even know it means to compete. Very nature of this league means you think yourself the best. Is that why you keep losing, old man? You want everyone else to just lay down for you?"

"I'm going to end you quickly," Upsilon states with a dire finality. As if on cue, the air around the man seems to thrum and pulse. Lines of chi, constrained by lengths of cable and tubing running along his suit, churn and course around his body. With a thundering bass burst, Upsilon surges forward toward Banyu. He brings two fists together to slam them heavily into the man's chest with a heavy, pounding blast of bright orange chi thunder outward with the force of a shotgun.

COMBATSYS: Banyu blocks Upsilon's Mass Driver.

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Upsilon          0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0            Banyu

"That's not- Gaaah!" He doesn't finish his sentence, instead option to grunt in frustration as that double-fisted strike comes his way- He manages to grab the hands, seemingly intercepting them-- But that sudden blast of thunder blasts him back a few feet as it ripples through his body. The concussive Bang has his ears ringing, and his arms feeling numb like never before. "Hrrrng-"

The large man doesn't respond verbally, instead opting to step into a high side-kick aimed at Upsilon's head, exploding with a splash of water!, swiftly after dropping and spinning around fully while sweeping with his other leg, leaving the fisherman to sit in a crouch- his opponent hopefully reeling when he performs a circular chop with his right arm upward. The hand is trailed by a wave of water, as it aims to impact with the side of the dutchman's neck!

COMBATSYS: Upsilon endures Banyu's Goumari Sinker!

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Upsilon          0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0            Banyu

The hit comes crashing down. A crashing kick and a gush of water hammer Upsilon downward. He lurches forward, rolling with the hit. The watery chi seems, at point, to pull in and mingle with those orange lines surging over Upsilon's body, barely obscured by his long coat. The second hit feels its mark as well, but something is off, clearly, to any long term fighter. The Dutchman is rolling with the blows, he's feeling out his opponent's pace. And even as he rocks backward from the impact, his rolling stumble is a trained and paced gauging of distance and a positioning affair.

"Data collected" the words ping in Upsilon's ear as he surveys the moment. He reads his approach. He feels the chi that courses around him tear through his body as once more the air hums with potential.

With his momentum, the air warps about Upsilon. He twists once more, turning with torque from Banyu's well placed chop. And when he comes around, it's with a roundhouse kick and splits the air and sends a crushing wave of solid force arcing out toward his opponent.

COMBATSYS: Upsilon successfully hits Banyu with Flare Wave.

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Upsilon          1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1            Banyu

Banyu is not an experienced fighter, and Banyu did not notice how his blows weren't connecting as they should. He just smirked in satisfaction, thinking that he was doing better then he actually was-

And that pride ended up kicking his ass, as he twists into that burst of pure force- Banyu was much too late to react. And It collided solidly with his chest-- Blowing the old man back, sending him sliding over the concrete road."Ugyaaa--"

"GRAH! You will p- *spit* pay for that!" His mouth is bleeding, and his movements are choppy, pained. He does however manage himself to stand up, looking toward Upsilon with unrestrained Furor, before stretching out an arm! His palm opened as water erupts from it, shaping itself into a person-sized Sphere of water, it's inside crashing and surging around as if disturbed by a agressive Typhoon. Banyu would Raise up his arm, the sphere following, before chucking it straight toward Upsilon, threathening to envelop him fully to restrict his breathing, and have the water bash at his body- Only evaporating a few seconds later.

COMBATSYS: Upsilon blocks Banyu's Longline Flooding.

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Upsilon          1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0            Banyu

Upsilon throws himself into the weight of the water that comes crashing down toward him. Arms crossed before him, the thrum of chi bursts and the Dutchman slams himself through the typhoon's fury. It whips and wails at him, but he moves onward, unbent by the battering deluge. His glasses askew, soaking, his coat blasts open to show the network of glowing tubes that run over his whipchord frame.

"What is this?" he spits, crashing through the otherside and coming at Banyu fast with a simple, yet well trained, snapping kick to the dome.

COMBATSYS: Banyu dodges Upsilon's Light Kick.

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Upsilon          1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0            Banyu

Banyu grunts as his crashing waves are weathered, but keeps his head straight as- with surprising swiftness shifts his head just under that kicking, making it hit air. He responds by striking upward with an elbow into his chin- Certainly painful, should it connect. "What is this? What is this?"

"It's water, young man! It's the might of the ocean, the crashing waves of mother earth!" The man frowns, as he stares down his oppnent. "And it will chip away at the stone that is your defense, and when it does- You will feel it's strength."

COMBATSYS: Upsilon blocks Banyu's Hammerblow.

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Upsilon          1/-----==/=======|======-\-------\0            Banyu

Thud! The stone of Upsilon's defense remains stalwart in the face of the strike. A heavy downward elbow sweep that strikes hard against Banyu's own. A crack of bone on bone echoes in the streets of Shibuya. Something that sends a seething degree of anger through Upsilon. And with that head comes that thudding, heady pulse of the energy in the area shifting and the augments to Upsilon's body kicking on. The steady thrum coming from the heartbeat and mock veins of chi that run over the young man's compression suit.

"You want real strength!?" he grits through his teeth as he surges toward Banyu. Two waves bend the light around Upsilon's fists. And when the explode forth with a right, left pair of missiles, it could be mistaken for an attack all their own. But they're only the vanguard for the real strike. A sharp step back, a heel above his own head, and a crashing axe kick splits the pavement, and the air. A column of bent, warping chi energy carves a furrow through the ground, ploughing the earth and heading straight for Banyu.

COMBATSYS: Upsilon successfully hits Banyu with Coronal Dominance.

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Upsilon          0/-------/-------|=======\=====--\1            Banyu

"Hrrrng-" Another diverted strike, another frustrated look from the old-timer. But he does not have much time to be frustrated, as the Dutchman charges up. It would be obvious what the old man was trying to do, dodge the missiles- But as he dips to the side..

They nontheless smash into his big ol' belly, knocking him straight to the floor, dazed by that dangerous impact. Not able to react or even percieve the second stage of the attack. The tremor surges towards the prone man, the concrete being split apart by it's sheer force.

And knocking up the old fisherman, both energy and earth bashing at his body. Landing a few seconds later- Looking utterly torn up. But the man twitches as he lays sprawled on the floor- And through some sheer tenacity manages to sit himself up. With hazy head and slow movement, his arm is raised- Water surging forth and shaping itself into the form of a roped harpoon, connected to his wrist. Banyu would heave, chuck, and attempt to impale Upsilon to connect him by the rope.

After his throw, the man twitches, slowly falling forward as he feels his conciousness fade-

COMBATSYS: Banyu keeps on fighting!

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Upsilon          0/-------/-------|=======\=====--\1            Banyu

But his head surges back up at the last second! The weathered sailor rises to his feet once more and bellows a extraordinarily loud roar- Provoking some nearby spectators to grasp for their ears. "You will- The ocean, I- bigger monsters then-" He rambles, large portions of his sentences seemingly missing in his haze.

But the old man plans to go out with a final bang.

COMBATSYS: Banyu successfully hits Upsilon with Harpoon Wrest.

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Upsilon          0/-------/-----==|=======\======-\1            Banyu

Done. Done simply and neatly. Upsilon's stood in the wake of his temultuous kick with all the confidence of a man destined for glory. Surely, he thought, that the old fisherman was ground out like a dead ember. All his talks of waves or oceans or power and now he was down and obliterated. A speed bump on the road to NESTs ascension toward Neo-League control. Whatever use the agents in the van could've gotten from this man, Upsilon was uncertain of. He went down, and he was little more than a nuisance.

Within the van, however, the true story plays out. "Target still functional. Repeat, still functional," a scientist reads off the data streaming in from their drones. "Target rising. Vitals dipped, but stabilizing." The pink haird girl with her implacable claps her hands at the return to form from the downed Banyu.

So dumbfounded is he that Upsilon cannot grasp the curiosity of this moment. Banyu should be nothing more than a battered smear on the pavement, not rising up again. he is barely even able to muster a defense;easily cuaght off guard and more immediately caught in the undertow of a watery harpoon. In almost a panic, he recoils and waves his arm. The air ripples and with a bowing sound, a flat disc of chi spins outward from Upsilon's hand to hurtle down the pulling line.

COMBATSYS: Upsilon successfully hits Banyu with Remix Wave.

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Upsilon          0/-------/-----==|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2            Banyu

The man smiles, seeing his spear impale his opponent. Yet, he can't keep up. Waving back and forth on his feet, he was already about to fall down- As that disk-like projectile follows his cord, it seemed as if the old man attempted to shift his body, and momentarily release the line so he would not be caught in that blast of force, yet- He can't manage it. The projectile sinks into his forearm- the shockwave rippling further through his body as the spear inside of Upsilon evaporates.

And the old fisherman crashes into the ground for the final time, his eyes wide-opened and rolled up as his brain stops functioning- An instant blackout.

The spectators cheer, some looking toward either man in admiration, others looking towards the unconscious Banyu with Amusement. And the judge calls the fight in favor of Upsilon, while the cameramen get their final few close-up shots of both the victor and the defeated.

COMBATSYS: Banyu takes no action.

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COMBATSYS: Banyu can no longer fight.

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With a final burst of orange crush, the water falls away, Upsilon is freed from the harpoon. Cold, violent rage fills his face as he watches Banyu crash down and lose his grip on the grapnel energy. Upsilon fixes his glasses, breaths heave as he realizes the cameras are coming in close. His face contorts to a distant frown and he starts to button up his lab coat. "Another poor opponent. Who in this League will challenge me?" he asks the camera and the world at large beyond the screens of the world.

Back inside of the recon van, the NESTs agents cheer over the curious data to be gleaned as the little drones begin to transmit all their findings. "Water based chi," one says. "He should've been down after that kick. What brought back that energy surge to keep him going?" asks another. All of them are happy. Happier clearly than Upsilon, who is sullen on returning and takes a seat to contemplate in his own mind the need for better opposition. The drive to win is deep within him, but so is the need to prove strength over ever stronger opponents.

But he will find his match, as Upsilon thinks, the pink haired assistant is already making calls and fielding challenges.

COMBATSYS: Upsilon has ended the fight here.

Log created on 10:24:10 05/28/2021 by Upsilon, and last modified on 21:19:27 05/29/2021.