Description: Terry is signed up to fight against Lyraelle in the middle of a training session!! Too bad nobody told him about that... but will it really be that easy to hunt the Legendary Wolf?! Either way, great for ratings!
Terry Bogard is... not the easiest man to find, at times. Although knowledge of his presence in Southtown once more is fairly common knowledge, 'Terry Sightseeing' tends to be a difficult thing to trend on social media. Although he supposedly has a home, it's kept exceptionally private and off-the-record, not that he's the sort to lounge there often... but there's finally a hit! In a place that's probably not going to do a whole lot of good for his reputation...
There is an area of tracks and trains on the fringe of the city, generally used for industrial purposes and maintenance only; nothing by the public. A sizeable population of the homeless use it as a result, and the Hungry Wolf always checks on every nuance of the people. One of the excited sorts had an ancient phone, and uploaded a recent picture of Terry taking a bite out of some dubious meat, seated around a burning metal can as a bunch of the displaced pat him on the back. This will probably lead to a new round of 'Terry Bogard: Homeless Champion?' in short order, but... well. It's a rare instance of being sure where he is...
Of course, by the time any errant people wander, he's shifted to training. A fair number of his homeless fans are still watching, seeming to bait and goad on the increasingly-sweating American... as he doe a one-armed handstand, other crossed behind his back. Broad arm bulging, he lowers himself down and thrusts back up, again and again.
"92... 93...!!" Apparently, they're rooting for him to hit a hundred. He's pretty close!
It might be one of the homeless' phones that starts playing the broadcast from somewhere amongst the train cars and burning barrels. Or, it might be a stranger who's wandered in. There are, after all, a few of them approaching; shuffling feet audible on the gravel passages, one by one, then two by two, and so on - steadily increasing in number and density.
"Hello, minions~ Demon Queen Lyraelle here, and it's time for Round 3 of my Neo-League Pachinko!"
It seems that Lyraelle's putting on an American Southern accent today.
The video feed of the broadcast, pretty low-resolution thanks to the signal out in these parts, shows the pink-haired celebrity succubus, currently holding a pitchfork, next to a hovering, red imp whose popularity has risen since the appearance of Rachel Alucard on the Midnight Channel and the ensuing debate over which Darkstalker noble's crimson companion is better.
So far, Red Minion is losing in most categories. Maybe the farmer's hat and overalls he's wearing today will garner him some points.
"Alrighty, Red Minion! Now, let's see who I'm gonna be farmin' for Neo-League points today!"
Rather than shifting up his New York/Jersey accent, Red Minion sticks to making an assenting noise as he flies up on tiny wings to drop a pachinko coin into the slot.
- Buffering... -
The picture zooms in on the winning slot, which has the face of Terry Bogard in caricature - looking strangely like a certain American comedian, but with a red trucker hat and blond hair.
"Looks like I'll be squarin' off with famous long-haul driver, Terry Bogard! Ready or not, here I come!"
A pre-recorded countdown starts as the Southern-style succubus leaps off of the screen.
By now, Terry's workout regimen is being watched (and recorded) by dozens upon dozens of spectators - all carrying smartphones, and many wearing purple Lyraelle merchandise. On top of that, a Neo-League crew with cameras and officials are already arriving in the wings, and there's the sound of a helicopter's rotors beating in the sky above.
There are even a few people in official purple 'Minion' shirts with Lyraelle's face handing out free Lyraelle-branded t-shirts and hoodies to the homeless as their home turf is invaded.
But, where is Lyraelle...?
"Huh...?" Terry pauses with an intense wobble, not entirely sure what's going on; he rarely experiences things like this, after all. He's sometimes swarmed by rabid fans, but that's the reason he went to this smaller community, far from the main city, to work on his standard regiment... he never announces where the wind might take him next, after all, and the true horrors of modern technology have not fully set in on him as one of the more famous people in the world!
"94-95-96-97-98-99-100!!" Terry states rapidly, his immediate goal seeming to be finishing off that gambit. Pushing away, he easily launches high enough to land in a crouch, clearly a bit worn out as he twists and tucks his hat down to approach the throng of people. Much of the attention is on him, but this is not surprising in and of itself...
Neo League...? "Oh? Are you setting up for a fight, here? No problem! Lemme get out of the way...!!" Ignoring the steady thrum of the helicopter up above, Terry then begins to turn about curiously, trying to find a spot to move so he could at least grab some water and observe. But how odd... it's almost like everyone's moving away from him when he approaches...
"Uh...?" Looks like even the Legendary Wolf can have moments of vulnerability!
Indeed, the crowd ebbs and flows around Terry as he approaches them, attempting to keep a certain distance without leaving altogether. There's something almost zombie-like about the horde and their staring, though they're ceding space for one reason or another - even as the Neo-League cameras, now set up, start to roll. At first, they all focus on Terry, but at a certain point, they all tilt upward - as do the faces of the freshly-arrived multitude.
There's only a single high-pitched warning above the droning of the helicopter; it doesn't have the genuine drawl of, say, your typical Spangles or Spangles-alike, but there is a certain sense of unbridled enthusiasm to it.
Those who look up can see the scantily-clad figure descending on Terry, purple thigh-highs drawn up with her knees to her chest and heels out as she swoops down on Terry like a horny, pink-haired harpy, leathery wings spread wide.
And as Lyraelle aims to drive feet-first into the unsuspecting (well, maybe by now at least a-little-suspecting) Bogard, her soles ignite with infernal green flame, imbuing the rapid-fire piston kicks about to come with the power to score a heart-shaped mark on her ambushed opponent, should he fail to defend himself in time!
COMBATSYS: Lyraelle has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Terry has wandered into the fight here.
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Terry 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Lyraelle
COMBATSYS: Lyraelle successfully hits Terry with Royal Seal.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Terry 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Lyraelle
Terry finally turns his head upwards. He had known there was a helicopter present, but expected such was simply another method of recording some kind of planned venue. That he is the target of something is another matter entirely; he had expected to be informed of any fight he was to have!
Seeing an oddly-colored launched towards him from the air was very, very far from things he was registering. If her goal was to ambush the Legendary Wolf, she succeeds with flying colors! Stepping backwards, forearms begin to rise, before both burning heels slam right into the man's face. Ah; she would feel that. He had not properly tensed himself, nor readied for an attack. Spiked like some kind of soccer ball, he hits the ground on his shoulders, sliding briefly before tumbling away to come to a stop on his hands and knees, blood spattering out as he holds a split nose.
"Ow... What the hell is going on?!" It's definitely annoyed, but... he could sense there's no killing intent. And some people, were they to get a full-force, helicopter-leap-assisted undefended kick to the head might be already out of the running! But he's a world-class fighter for a reason, pushing up to his feet to face Lyraelle as shoulders roll, a brief wipe of his hand sweeping away the blood. "I don't remember signing up for any fight... but sure as hell, there'll be one now!!"
Fists then slam together, before Terry flows into his loose, vaguely kung-fu stance. "That... was a pretty good kick, though. Got my head ringing... better not think I'm out of it for that, eh?" He then darts forward, motion fairly rapid for a man of his expansive build. He feints, twisting to present his back, before whirling around and leveraging an overhead blow. Orange fire ripples along his own fist and forearms, intent on depositing his knuckles right upon Lyraelle's face. Oh, he's not holding back... he's equal-opportunity when it comes to brawling, especially after THAT kind of an opening gambit! "Here, lemme try to give you one BACK!!"
COMBATSYS: Lyraelle blocks Terry's Power Drive.
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Terry 0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Lyraelle
After kicking away from Terry to create space, Lyraelle lands lightly on limber legs, bat-like wings flapping once before folding up behind her back. The dirt beneath the succubus' soles sizzles as she salutes Terry with two fingers in a V next to her smiling face.
"Nice kick, hmm? Thanks, hon'! It's good to meet a fella who treats a Lady with respect!"
She's still working that faux-Southern accent - though there seems to be a certain intentionality to the not-quite-convincing performance.
Her startlingly green eyes blink once, lips quirking like a question mark, as she realizes that Terry's already on the retaliation. With a sudden burst of speed, she shifts at the last moment, bringing her left arm up to catch the flaming fist that's flying toward her face with an impromptu defense. The bicep-length purple glove that she's wearing starts to smoke as her arm trembles under the blow - but the garment seems built to withstand such intense heat, just as the woman beneath it seems built to withstand such immense strength. Even for a fighter, she's much stronger than her build and demeanour would suggest - an unholy strength, one might say.
"Not the face, handsome!"
The accent slips back into straight Hollywood as she winks past her guard at Terry.
"By the way, nice hat!"
Then, pushing forcefully out of the confrontation and into a backflip, the pink-haired hellion opens her wings, looping up and upside down before flying swiftly straight toward Terry, attempting to aim low and catch one of his legs in her arms to drag him up into the sky. Should she succeed in doing so, then at the apex of her ascent, she'd let him go, hurling him higher as she'd spin, raising her left leg up over her own head as it would blaze once more with green hellfire - before she'd attempt to spike him back down to earth with a supernaturally powerful axe kick!
COMBATSYS: Terry blocks Lyraelle's Fell Swoop.
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Terry 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\0 Lyraelle
Taking a bit more time to take stock of things, Terry again works his tongue into his mouth before going 'ptooey!' to the side, still laced crimson. The throb in his head's not going to go away for the duration of this fight, that much is certain. "Oh...? That one of them Darkstalker cosplay get-ups...? I saw the real thing pretty recently. ...hmm. You remind me more of them then someone playing dress-up..." This seems an idle comment, after some intense squinting. After tangling with Nyotengu, he's a bit suspicious of slender sorts who seem to be powered by something beyond simple muscle!
"Still... hmm..." Appraising Lyraelle, he then says three numbers. ...numbers the girl is likely to know; her measurements. And he's right! "Not bad! You're kinda cute, but not really my type...!! I was always told to avoid a gal who's too sensual and sexy, y'know..."
Who is this girl...? Not many people can take a genuine attempted punch like that! Not being much of an internet man, he doesn't at all recognize someone who's able to injure the Legendary Wolf! Ambush or not, that's no small feat. "Oh yeah?" He's caught, then. But doesn't seem too concerned at the onset of being taken airborne... he inhales deeply, summoning a burst of strength to kick himself free, just as she tries for the helpful kick. He spirals down without her getting the chance to do more then singe him; despite the height, he lands on his heels with a *THUMP!*, cracking the dirt beneath. "Can't say I recognize you, but I've been away for some months... think I might have been missing out?"
Again he ignites his own inner chi. Muscles seem to literally steam as he focuses, shifting to a runner's stance. He's plenty talkative himself, and doesn't mind the showmanship... if he hadn't been leaping dropkicked in the face to start a fight he had no idea he was signed up for, he'd probably like the girl!
Rushing forward, he then leaps, kicking off a nearby side of a train to make sure he can easily reach Lyraelle if she tries to evasively fly... rushing forward for a shoulder charge to stagger her backwards, before twisting into a brutal uppercut towards her chin. Spiraling upwards after, he then flares his right fist with orange chi, and aims to strike her in the stomach to take them both back down to the ground -- and cause her to explosively impact with a burst of his energy in all directions!!
COMBATSYS: Lyraelle endures Terry's Max Dunk!
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Terry 1/--=====/=======|=======\======-\1 Lyraelle
Lyraelle is left hovering in the air, her body giving a clumsy little wobble as Terry slips her grip and returns to Earth on his own terms. She looks momentarily miffed at the Wolf's escape, but is soon smiling again, sweeping her hand back through her ponytail and poses with her other hand on her hip.
"Wow! You know your stuff!"
She doesn't seem at all abashed about having the near-total stranger list off her measurements; in fact, she appears rather proud of them.
==*== SOME TIME AGO ==*==
A teenage girl sat tapping her lips with a pencil as she contemplated the question.
"Umm... oh! Let me look this up..."
Scrolling through Fighterpedia on her phone, she came up with the numbers that she was looking for.
"Here we go! Eighty-five, fifty-four, ninety."
"No, wait - eighty-six, fifty-four, ninety-one!"
"YOU DO REALIZE THAT I CAN SIMPLY DRAW FORTH THE IMAGE FROM YOUR MIND?"
"Oh! That makes things easier..."
==*== PRESENTLY ==*==
"You're right - and don't worry; it's all real~"
The devil-girl winks as she makes the comment, failing to indicate whether she's referring to her supernatural nature, her bust, waist and hips - or both.
In any case, the conversation has the she-fiend flying low and a little too distracted by self-interest - and perhaps having underestimated the speed and agility of the foe that she's facing.
"The name's Lyraelle, but you can call me Your Majes-Hey, now!"
Terry slams into the succubus shoulder-first, then delivers the uppercut to her chin, flagrantly disregarding her hypocritical demand to avoid hitting her in the face and sending her higher. Then, the Wolf's fist slams into her mid-section and drives her straight back to Earth like a falling morning star. Minions and homeless alike scatter as the explosion of chi ripples across the trainyard, kicking up dust and debris.
There's an almost-delirious groan from within the dust cloud as it rises up to obscure vision. For a moment, Terry would be able to feel the soft flesh of the female fighter flinching under his fist - then, in an instant, it's gone, and only the faintest sense of a silhouette moving through the obfuscating dust would warn of what comes next.
Lyraelle comes lunging through the cloud with supernatural speed, borne on her wings and aiming to use her right shoulder and hip to slam Terry right into the side of a rust-red train car with enough force to potentially crumple the corrugated metal.
"You've got a lot of power! Mind giving me another taste??"
The demon-woman is definitely worse for wear - her jaw bruised and lip bleeding, with more bruising visible through the hole burned into the midsection of her leotard - but still seems to be far more fighting fit than most would be after such a brutal beating.
She'd aim to follow up the vicious body-check by whipping her hips around to lash out with her rubbery, spaded purple tail, attempting to wrap it around Terry's throat and start to squeeze if successful!
More potent than the strangulation would be the sensation of essence being siphoned away by the seemingly-innocuous appendage, should it take hold...
COMBATSYS: Lyraelle issues a challenge!!
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Terry 1/--=====/=======|=======\======-\1 Lyraelle
COMBATSYS: Lyraelle successfully hits Terry with Royal Prerogative - Covetous Clutch.
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Terry 1/---<<<</<<<<<<<|==-----\-------\0 Lyraelle
"Hmph... sure!" Terry comments. Whether in regards to her origins or her measurements. It seems he's confident either way in his own personal correctness... but not many people would play around with the Legendary Wolf. He's one of the most relentlessly tenacious fighters alive, after all. The sort who if you stop grinding under the hell, will pop back up like a rubber duck to assail someone again!
"...!! Oh? You can take that too, huh?! Fine!! Let's kick this up a few more notches, shall we?!" Only to get his throat tangled by that taut tail after being driven backwards with a grunt! His stance spreads, eyes narrowing as he feels his lifeforce slither away...
Ah. She really IS what she seems, huh? Why's she playing it up like an aspiring Athena? Well, no skin off his nose... for everything he's seen, there's still no killing intent he can tell. If she wants to see some might...
"POWERRRR..." Terry calls out, before twisting to slam his fist into the ground right beneath Lyraelle. "GEYSER!!" And then a huge plume of orange, explosive energy would crash upwards, the assault intended to make it difficult for her to use her wings in order to escape it in any aerial fashion. Either way, she'd have little choice but to relinquish her tail-hold, and allow a cough-hacking Terry to skip backwards.
"C'mon, c'mon!!" Looks like he's meeting her challenge with a challenge!!
COMBATSYS: Terry issues a challenge!!
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Terry 1/---<<<</<<<<<<<|==-----\-------\0 Lyraelle
COMBATSYS: Terry successfully hits Lyraelle with Power Geyser.
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Terry 0/-------/<<<<<<<|=======\======-\1 Lyraelle
Lyraelle lets out an oddly-timed giggle as she presses the attack, reaching a gloved hand up to wipe the blood away from her lip. As she does, the wound can already be seen to have closed over - though the bruises remain; borrowed life force does less to displace the pooling subdermal blood than clotting cuts.
"It's nice to meet a guy with some flair, too! It makes me look better when I win!"
Lyraelle twists so that Terry can see her winking at him - and, at the same time, notices that Terry is charging his power once again, both visibly and through the sensation of charging energy through her tail.
The demoness curls in on herself as, rather than let him go so that she can escape, she instead tries to anchor herself to him and continue to leech away his life force.
It doesn't work very well.
The eruption of power geysers up between Lyraelle's legs as Terry unleashes it. The force of the attack wrenches her free, tail slithering loose of the Bogard brother's neck as she's launched almost instantaneously off-screen (for the viewers at home, of course).
Before she can land, the demon-babe's bat-like wings manage to catch her descent in the air, several yards away from Terry. She rubs at her outer thighs and grimaces; her thigh-highs have been practically reduced to knee-highs by the blast - though, at least what little modesty her outfit provides has been preserved. Perhaps that region of her leotard has been given extra reinforcement in consideration for her celebrity status.
"Fine!" she calls out in response to Terry's challenge as she rights herself. "So you're not familiar with me, huh? I think it's time I showed you my best side!"
Most of the freshly-summoned flash mob lets out a cheer - it seems they know what's coming - as Lyraelle turns around to face away from Terry and throws up a V salute while tilting her head and winking. It's a fairly stereotypical pose for an influencer, but nevertheless a signature sign for the Demon Queen - most often used in combat to signal the Demon Queen's Throne...
...an attack that Terry is about to become familiar with.
(He probably won't appreciate it, given his father's upbringing.)
As she suddenly throws her hips backward, Lyraelle's wings give a single, powerful beat, sending her hurtling back through the air toward Terry, attempting to dive-bomb him backside-first! As she does, strange, electrical blue chi starts to dance across her barely-clothed derriere!
If she manages to collide with him, she'd intend to bowl him over and pin him beneath her, before lounging back and posing as her wicked tail would attempt to wind its way around his nearest limb and subtly start to drain him again while she'd smile for the crowd...!
COMBATSYS: Terry interrupts Royal Requisition - Dark Queen's Throne from Lyraelle with Power Stream.
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Terry 0/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Lyraelle
COMBATSYS: Terry has reached second wind!
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Terry 0/-------/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Lyraelle
"Hah! You're a proper show woman, aren't you?! I don't mind that... but be careful about talking big!! I'm kind of a big deal in the fighting world, y'know?!"
A few moments are spent panting, Terry still trying to regain some of his vitality. And boy, did he have a lot; if Lyraelle's able to 'taste' someone's soul, their aura, their vitality... there might be quite literally few mortals quite so delicious as Terry Bogard... ah, how many vampires wanted to eat him when he visited the Regalia...? Far too many! He's not exactly keen to be a snack!
"That's it!! Let's kick it... agh!!" Terry lifts his arms, before a strange, foreign lance of pain runs through him. Cerulean energy ripples across him as he invokes one of the most straightforward Hakkyokuseiken techniques; that any proper disciple who learned the chi manipulative and mastery from Tung Fu Rue can do. Yet he feels an abnormal pain at his core... as what seems to be grinding shards of glass ripple painfully out from the Wolf.
What is this...?! Did the demon-girl do something to him just now?! He's never felt anything like this in his life... but it's not enough to stop him!!
Terry's legs bulge with amplified power, toes digging in, just as the demon-girl thumps into him. He skids backwards two meters... but is not bowled over. He manages a smirk and a wink, before a great dome of light blue energy streaks out... one that sends great, wicked shards of glass ripping through the demon-girl, and hopefully NOT her clothing to any excess that would affect her ability to stream.
A huge beam of light blue energy then erupts straight upwards, shaking the ground and knocking most of the crowds back a step. A strange, crinkling noise is heard, beautiful catches of light as the odd manifestation of glass flows upwards. At some point Lyraelle's likely going to need to let go, and get blasted off the wolf...
Who drops to a knee, panting heavily. Glancing at his gloved hands, where his forearm seems to be scratched and cut in multiple places. As a master of Hakkyokuseiken, he can feel the strange, foreign instability of his own chi and aura. How did he not sense it before...?!
The demonette's dive-bombing derriere is denied the degree of dominion she'd desired, leaving her in a somewhat awkward pose against Terry. She looks back over her shoulder and gives something between a pout and a scowl at his smirk.
"Hey, Buster! This is the part where you -"
And then, suddenly, the glass shards erupt into her, shredding fabric and flesh alike, causing her eyes to widen and her voice to cry out with shock and pain. The only other stream that could match this level of suffering for the Demon Queen is the FightTube clip of the post-match of her championship fight against Leroy Smith.
The further eruption of glass-laced energy sends the hell-maiden hurtling away, her outfit in tatters and her supernaturally-infused form covered in gashes from tiny to large - though, at least, they don't appear fatal, even if they would be serious enough to call for hospitalization for a typical human.
Lyraelle gasps as she lands flat on the gravel, several shards still sticking out of her back. She strains against the pain as her attempts to rise only seem to cause the glass to dig deeper and draw forth more blood. Her teeth clench and eyes close as the pain becomes too intense -
- and then they open again, glowing with viridian heat that subsumes the irises and whites alike.
"Too much? Very well. We'll try and preserve your precious streak..."
The voice that comes from the demoness is not the same; it sounds unnatural, distorted and multitonal.
Lyraelle's body rises unsteadily to her feet, now ignoring the pain of the embedded shards - then rolling the muscle around her wings, causing what remains of the glass to crinkle and fall to the dirt.
She turns around, head lolling slightly.
"Now, BOW DOWN or prepare yourself for DESTRUCTION!"
It seems that the dissonant Demon Queen has little intention of entertaining the former possibility as she flies forward chaotically, attempting to slam shoulder-first into Terry and sweep him up into the air once again. Should she succeed, she would then intend to spin around and sling him back down to the Earth below before raising a hand up above her head. A flaming green sphere would be conjured above her open palm, rapidly growing to obscure the sun -
"I decree your fate: BANISHMENT to OBLIVION!"
- before the massive fireball would be unleashed to blaze toward Terry in a final attempt to take him down - before the fire in the Demon Queen's eyes would snuff out, all resources spent, and she would plummet back down to the ground...
COMBATSYS: Lyraelle can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Terry blocks Lyraelle's #Royal Decree - Banishment#.
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Maybe for once, Terry is happy he seems to be fighting some kind of unnatural being. This glass is NOT normal; and it's going to probably turn a lot of heads when they see it on FightTube!! It made his assault far more dangerous then he ever intended, and it's clear the first thing to go across him is concern as he whips around to look up Lyraelle. But... he's a good sense of things. She's 'fine', as far as things go... whew. Jae Hoon had mentioned something like this... is it a disease...? Well, he can worry about that later!
"Hah...!! You got heart! I don't hate that, y'know!!" And -- what is it with girls swooping down to take him to the sky lately?! He would have thought that a rare experience, but... maybe Nyotengu prepared him more for this odd girl then he expected. "...that's kinda spook--" he begins to say.
Then he's hit hard in the chest, blood spattering out with eyes widening. It ends in him being captured; although he recovers far quicker then most people have a right. Hurled head over heels, he twists around and unleashes a point-blank blast of orange chi at the ground, briefly dampening his fall and causing him to roll upright to stare at the temporary green sun up above.
"Whoa, whoa, that's..." Ah... it looks fantastical, but Lyraelle's not throwing something that would reach the crowd even in her rage. A consummate pro! Chi wells up, golden aura thrusting up, before Terry crosses both of his arms as the green ball hits him dead center. The focused detonation certainly sends the observers into a tizzy...
And when the smoke parts, raining pebbles stopping their clanging, Terry's still panting within the crater it formed. He takes a couple unsteady steps, clothing badly singed, before giving a less then confident thumb's up towards the crowd.
"Oh...!" Shooting forward, Terry leaps into a diving slide, causing Lyraelle's /considerable mass/ to thump into his belly with a yelp of pain, instead of the ground. He doubts it would hurt her, but... he still sets her down, yanking off his jacket and dropping it across her for the sake of modesty. "Hah...! That's three people new to my world since my wandering... gonna have to ramp up my training back to the old days..."
It's probably not good if EVERY fight he barely manages ends in him scarcely standing with a concussion, right...?
COMBATSYS: Terry wanders on to find the next challenge.
Log created on 15:42:32 06/06/2021 by Terry, and last modified on 19:13:26 06/07/2021.