Description: Ralf finds that shouting like a goon has some effect on the NESTS cartel lieutenant he's fighting... but not enough in the end. (Winner: Krizalid)
Ralf, like all good soldiers, is actually at his fight on time. His face is
scretched with a shit-eating ear-to-ear grin, both of his arms raised as he
makes huge, wide waving gestures to the crowd around him. There's nothing at all
wrong with a little shotboating before a fight, is there? Lots of the people in
the stands were around to see his fights back in the King of Fighters
tournament, returned to give the guy the moral support that, sadly, his best
friend isn't here to give. However! It does the job, cheers swelling as he
unties that red and green bandana of his off of his left bicep, pulling it
around his head and tying it securely at the back. Only pausing to run his
fingers under the edge to make sure it's on tightly enough to protect his
bitching hair, save those two unruly tresses that hang down on either side of
his eyes, he puts both of his hands on the back of his hips, leaning back in a
Meanwhile Ralf's opponent seems to be well, fashionably right at the last
second, entering the arena in all calmness, that ever present trenchcoat once
again covering his body. He sneers at Ralf beneath the collar, "It seems you
get a chance to redeem yourself." he stands there waiting for Ralf to respond,
Krizalid is no showboater regardless of how his techniques seem to suggest, and
stands with all calmness in the world at this moment, in this arena for all to
SHOCKER!! Ralf turns in a double-take at Krizalid, slightly hunched and leaning
his head in, his eyes half-closed in a sort of squint. "Ha ha ha, you're kidding
me!" He rubs his eyes, straightening his posture quickly. His grin has turned
rather toothy as well. "YOU'RE Krizalid? This is some luck right here!" It's
like..like Fate just dropped a present in his lap, and he didn't even do
anything good to deserve it! ..Well, maybe knocking in Sakura and Kelvin was
warped into some sort of twisted, but otherwise positive karma. The mercenary
lifts both of his hands, slamming one fist into the other's palm, big fingers
clenching around the meaty hammer eagerly.
Krizalid widens his stance, arms remaining at his sides, locking eyes with Ralf,
"Shall we begin, or would you prefer to just stand here sizing each other up?"
one hand clenches into a fist before relaxing, the man waits, for Ralf's
decision, "Because you could always run away."
COMBATSYS: Krizalid has started a fight here.
COMBATSYS: Ralf has joined the fight here.
Ralf separates his fist from his hook, using one to pull his beeeyootiful kevlar
jacket open a bit. Digging around into one of the pockets, he pulls out a small,
shiny chrome flask, having the leisure to unscrew the thing open and tip it back
in a hearty swig, holding the emptied hooch container a few inches over his
head..just to make sure he's gotten the last few drops and all. If this were a
cartoon, you'd totally hear the Pop-eye theme starting up. "You're kidding,
right? Tch! You and your freaky bondage fetish are going down this time!" Hey,
the crowd seems to like it, anyway. After screwing the top back on, he rolls his
shoulders and plants one foot back, getting ready himself. ..After replacing his
favorite flask in his jacket, that is. Still, that's enough showboating. Taking
the initiative, he flat-out runs to Kriz in an awfully stupid-looking suicide
dash, his right fist raised well in advance for a good old-fashioned punch to
the guy's jaw, using his momentum to put some beef behind it.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid dodges Ralf's Strong Punch.
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Ralf 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
Krizalid hmmphs and as Ralf's punch descends steps to the side, but not without
a gift of his own for the soldier, namely a kick to the throat, and of course if
me manages to Hook Ralf properly under the jaw, the man is going to have a trip
to mother earth.
COMBATSYS: Ralf blocks Krizalid's Chokeslam.
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Ralf 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
Of course the guy would have time to dodge, with the way Ralf telegraphed his
move. That would be just -too- easy, right? His fist passes effortlessly by,
tasting nothing more than sweet, sweet air. In crossing however, the underside
of his arm catches the man's kick as it's in the way, which hurts a -hell- of a
lot less than eating it in the throat. In a quick motion, the mercenary's right
arm curls around the offending ankle, trying to keep a firm grip as he snaps a
booted foot out for Krizalid's planted ankle, aiming to shove the guy to the
ground forcefully with the leg that he had blocked.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid fails to interrupt Quick Throw from Ralf with Medium Kick.
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Ralf 0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0 Krizalid
Krizalid of course attempts to reverse this new situation that's been given to
him, bringing his other leg up in an attempt to try strike his opponent in an
area that would knock him off balance as well. Unfortunately it seems he's
miscalculated that timing and is just brought straight to the ground letting out
a harsh grunt as the wind is knocked from his longues.
Oh, and Ralf's not done yet! Now that the guy that gave him a hell of a whooping
(despite the fact that he managed to knock a good dent in the NESTS commander as
well, but that's not important), Ralf takes a quick breath and drops to one
knee, letting gravity add some force behind behind a plain, downward punch for
the guy's gut. As if that wasn't enough, there's a bright flash and explosion
from the point of intended contact, whether Krizalid is there or not once Ralf's
arm is extended.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid blocks Ralf's Bomb Punch.
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Ralf 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Krizalid
The prone Krizalid however has other plans and tenses his body for impact, and
as the explosion goes off Krizalid curls back and then strikes upwards at Ralf,
both legs striking upwards with a gust of wind behind them to push Ralf back and
give Krizalid time to get to his feet.
COMBATSYS: Ralf blocks Krizalid's Strong Kick.
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Ralf 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Krizalid
Ralf, as soon as that little explosion clears, pulls himself back to his
feet..or tries to. He can see Krizalid's feet coming through the faint wisps of
smoke, barely getting the time to cross his forearms across his chest. Still, as
he was standing, he's helped up a lot faster than he meant to. Sailing through
the air in a small arc, but still upright, he manages to land deftly on his
feet, though with a short cough from the way his arms were just mashed right the
hell into his chest. Dropping them, he closes the gap between the two in long
strides, planting his right leg and shooting his left out in a simple poke, more
to keep the commander unbalanced more than anything.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid dodges Ralf's Light Kick.
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Ralf 0/-------/--=====|===----\-------\0 Krizalid
Krizalid however scoots beneath the kick and then swipes his arms upwards at the
soldier, wind trailing behind them as his own body is carried ariborne with the
attack and letting out a feral snarl as he does so.
COMBATSYS: Ralf blocks Krizalid's Rising Darkmoon.
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Ralf 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Krizalid
Seriously, that wind crap is kind of annoying. Ralf manages to get his leg down,
arms already raised to take the brunt of the blow. Seriously, you'd think he
soaks his arms in Armor All or something, thinking it would help. They eat some
nice windbites though, making his skin red and raw with even the light grazing
that he gets away with. As soon as he's out of harm's way, one of Ralf's bigass
arms snaps out, aiming to catch the rising/falling man by the shirt, throat,
whatever's in the area that's handy. Hell, even one of those bondage straps will
do. If he finds something to latch onto, there's bound to be pain, not from the
low bellow from the mercenary, but his hard head coming in for a vicious
COMBATSYS: Krizalid interrupts Strong Throw from Ralf with Tuhon Rage - Strike.
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Ralf 1/-----==/=======|=====--\-------\0 Krizalid
Krizalid descends from the attack and noting that his opponent hadn't been
brought with him Krizalid whips one arm down and as he decends releases a blast
of Flame from his palm, "TYPHON!" Ralf my grab and throw him but it won't have
nearly the effect the soldier may be praying for.
True enough, Ralf doesn't get to put QUITE the heart into the hit that he wanted
to, trying to pull back some midway through the attack. After his head collides
relatively weakly with Krizalid's, he feels the all too familiar feeling of fire
washing across his skin. If he had any arm hair (don't ask), it would be singed
off. As it his, there are only slight marks on his clothing and a small layer of
soot in a few spots, for effect. He sputters a bit, dropping to one knee with
his fist on the floor with a sharp shake of his head. "Tryin' to steal my
gimmick, huh?" he asks rhetorically, already pushing himself forcefully to his
feet..and past, in a leap towards the feather-loving fighter. Ralf's feet shoot
out in front of him, his body spinning lengthwise in a strange, but flashy
variant of a drop kick. Hey, the crowds love it. So much in fact, that..just
this one, he yells out, loud enough for the upper stands to hear, "RALFU
COMBATSYS: Ralf successfully hits Krizalid with Ralf Kick.
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Ralf 1/----===/=======|=======\-------\0 Krizalid
Krizalid staggers back from the kick and cruses under his breath. As Ralf
descends he then steps in and performs a spinning roundhouse kick which seems to
kick up a amall tornado before Krizalid, "Tornaaaaaeee!"
COMBATSYS: Krizalid successfully hits Ralf with Strong Kick.
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Ralf 1/-------/=======|=======\-------\1 Krizalid
What the hell, it seems shouting like a goon DOES work! Ralf starts to land with
a rather satisfied grin on his face, alreayd planning on how to flex and show
off to the crowd. Unfortunately, that same trick apparently works for the bad
guy's, too! There's a harsh groan from the mercenary just before he was going to
start posing, knocking him away and sliding across the wooden floor for at least
a few feet, skidding all the way. Thank god for floor polish, or man, those
splinters would have been some pain. Ralf pulls himself up to his feet, rubbing
as high as he can reach with one hand, the other hanging down loosely. "Stupid
ass..wind..grah!" he mutters, ending in that animalistic grunt. He rushes
forward, ducking low as he nears his opponent, trying for a knockdown and
follow-up facepounding, complete with a bomb punch finisher..assuming he even
gets -that- far.
COMBATSYS: Ralf successfully hits Krizalid with Umanori Vulcan Punch.
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Ralf 1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1 Krizalid
Krizalid attempts to leap around the the charging Ralf, however he's a second
late and is captured, pinned and subsequently struck by Ralf, and lays still for
a moment before his eyes snap open, anger behind them and he presses forwards
hands trailing that wind again in a one-two strike for the soldiers midsection
and a rake of fingers across the face.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid successfully hits Ralf with Fierce Punch.
- Power hit! -
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Ralf 1/---====/=======|=======\===----\1 Krizalid
Ralf is in no position to dodge now. His wind is effectively knocked out of him
from the hit to his gut, causing him to double over..right into the followup
strike to his face. The man yells out at the clawed attack more than anything,
his face being more sensitive than most of his body. He pulls himself off,
staggering a few steps back and mostly hunched over, his left hand covering his
poor, poor face. "That was..you..!!" he sputters, having lost his cool to a
cloudy red haze. His right fist is hanging low, fist clenched, his arm straining
the desire to lash out. With little more than a loud, barbaric yell, Ralf forces
himself to stand and rush toward Krizalid, his fist igniting not at all long
into the start of its long, powerful swing. He's seen this one before, and the
merc is too busy yelling to announce the move's name.
COMBATSYS: Ralf has reached second wind!
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Ralf 0/-------/------=|=======\===----\1 Krizalid
COMBATSYS: Krizalid dodges Ralf's Galactica Phantom.
Unfortunately for Ralf, Krizalid knows that trick already and moves to the side
of the strike, "A shame you reveal yourself when you perform that technique."
he then roars at the sky and fire erupts around his body, "END OF HEAVEN!" he
then brings his arms up and swipes swipes forwards in an X shaped motion
creating a large flame before him.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid successfully hits Ralf with End of Heaven.
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Ralf 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Krizalid
It's not a productive day for the good guys! Even a good portion of the crowd
winces as Ralf's lumbering, clumsy swing misses completely, only to have the
mercenary treated with some of his own medicine. Again, he gets to feel what
it's like to bathe in fire, only this time, it's more of a full-body wash. For
his credit though, while it can be sort of close to a nuke, it's not nearly
enough to kill the guy. No, he's still standing, even from that, though his skin
has a nice char going on..and the scratches on his face are seared quite nicely.
Breathing heavily with labored gasps, Ralf does seem to have a rough time of
staying up, wobbling some as he stands. Another shake of his head steadies
himself however, and though grimacing with the effort, Ralf manages to approach
the much-less injured NESTS commander, his right arm snapping out to grab him
and try to fling him forcefully to the ground. It's about all he's got in him at
COMBATSYS: Ralf can no longer fight.
COMBATSYS: Ralf has left the fight here.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid dodges Ralf's Strong Throw.
Krizalid continues grin ferally as Ralf stumbles forwards, however he shows
restraint and steps back from the lumbering man the grasp coming short.
Krizalid turns away swiping one hand downwards, before dusting a sleeve off and
walks off the field ignoring the praise of the crowd, or the horror. 'All to
Log created by Kobun, and last modified on 17:02:49 04/26/2005.