SNF 2005.11 - Alma vs Damian

Description: Their last fight was close, but Alma was able to pull through with sheer fighting spirit; and it is that same spirit that gets him in gear this time around too. The fight rages back and forth... until Damian blows up a playground. And Alma's fury of justice cannot be denied. For the children! (Winner: Alma)

Saaatuuurday Niiiight Fiiiiiight--!
Only it's actually the early afternoon, and the sun is shining down bright and warm, and nobody is fighting just yet. But an area has been cordoned off, here in the midst of the suburbian Southtown sprawl, much to the surprise and delight of the passersby; before a backdrop of a children's playground, the centerpiece of which is a large fountain crowned by a artistic metal-frame structure build to resemble shards of crystal emerging from the ground, the cameras are being set up. Young children have stopped their play to see a familiar face step up onto the wide stone dais where the fight is about to take place, an area only minute ago populated by running and laughing children, and now...
Alma Towazu tilts his head and, serenely mild smile resplendent, raises his hand and lets it fall to the side in a calm little half-wave, in response to which the young children wave frantically. Some of them have even seen him in person before; he's been visiting elementary schools these days, volunteering his time for charity. On some level, it simply feels Right, something he ought to be doing simply because he can -- but on the other hand, he also is starting to feel it may be his responsibility. I mean, after all, he makes more than half of his paycheck in fighting tournaments. What's that going to teach kids about violence? Seeing little girls running around shouting 'Sacred Wave!' will make him flinch. Better to make sure he's a guiding force as well, to explain that in normal situations, he tries to avoid violence at all costs.
I mean, it's just the right thing to do.
But all the same, he can't stop fighting. He still feels the deepest of passions when he's engaged in combat, feels the flow of the universe... he'd better make sure he's not just getting addicted.
~ Now... where is Williams-san? ~

Things have not been going well for Damian in the slightest. The moment he believes he might be achieving some manner of friendship with Foxy, he manages to blow it up in his face. Then she abruptly goes missing. And to top it off, his pet gerbil just died. It's no real wonder that the man is late, ergo with his normally perfectionist manner such might be a bit surprising. That deep passion is most definitely lacking, and it's a somer figure whom strides towards Alma about fifteen minutes after.
There's no quiet confidence or even subtle cheer. Damian appears miserable, yanking off his trenchcoat and fedora rather smoothly before just... tossing them aside. He's had a reputation for his tendency to carefully fold and set aside such before, making it even more peculiar. But he doesn't seem to be even the smallest bit conversational, either.
His black suit disengages into the weave of contoured cerulean and silver, adjusting the pressure upon his right glove in an audible hiss. It creaks when he clenches his fist, but he still meanders to what is roughly the center of the ring. Somewhat vacant eyes observe Alma now, without any seeming recognition of their rather legendary fight earlier. Whether such will affect his performance in the fight itself is hard to tell.
Alma might bothor with some conversation. Asking what's wrong. That is probably why Damian manages to instantly raise his hand, cerulean glow flitting about his fingertips. The air around the model literally warbles, as if superheated and dispersing the light. And then, as he snaps his fingers, a vicious implosion takes place. Such is concentrated into a rather small area, intent on impeccable accuracy.
At least the fight is still on.

COMBATSYS: Damian has started a fight here.

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Damian           0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Alma has joined the fight here.

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Alma             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Damian

COMBATSYS: Damian successfully hits Alma with Selective Extinction.

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Alma             0/-------/-----==|=------\-------\0           Damian

"Williams-san, is... something the matter? You--"
Maybe Alma's just too predictable.
His aura sense screams at him, but, not yet in the flow of battle, Alma's personality almost refuses to believe that he'd be attacked already, and it is that split-second of inner turmoil that keeps him from evading the attack in time. He grimaces and shudders as the implosion sucks at him, feeling it tearing at his body, but he summons up his own aura to resist the effects, and though he looks a bit more tired now, there's no visible physical damage other than a ruffling of his clothes.
Of course, ruffling Alma's clothes is unforgivable.
"Very well," he says simply, not particularly loudly, and rather than rush, simply tries to get himself in gear. He shakes himself once more, trying to get rid of the eerie feeling the implosion attack gave him, before looking up with clear eyes and a mild, almost patient smile.
"Please, do your best."
He summons his strength, and immerses himself in the flow...

COMBATSYS: Alma gathers his will.

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Alma             0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0           Damian

In return, Damian seems to make a similar stance. Only his is more primal and instinctive. While Alma might have a concentrated flow of his own energy, if nothing else Damian's own is very pretty to watch. He bursts into cerulean flames much akin to the notable Kain, ergo with a grimace of pain instead of cool disdain. Arcs of blue lightning crackle over him, the air shimmering and ground lightly cracking. It's truly more reminiscient of Dragon Ball Z then anything else, but it's a lot of hot air. Damian has to draw out huge amounts to get any reserve he is actually capable of using, after all.
His expression, however, doesn't change in the slightest. He's still watching Alma somewhat impassively, clenching his fists. While Alma immerses himself in the flow, Damian appears to be enduring it. Chi has never been a painless process for him, even if in the trade he gets quite a lot to work with...

COMBATSYS: Damian gathers his will.

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Alma             0/-------/-======|=====--\-------\0           Damian

Alma Towazu feels his composure return and double, as the infinite inner peace he derives from outward violence buoys up his spirit. First his eyes start to gleam with pinkish-gold, then his clothes start to gently ripple, and finally little tendrils of pink-purple flame begin to travel up his arms and down his shoulders until he is wreathed in a halo of psychic light. His posture straightens naturally even as his body seems to relax, and he begins to look more poised and graceful; but perhaps that is simply the conclusion the audience feels themselves come to as Alma's aura naturally begins to seep into their psyches.
He clenches his fists, and with the crushing sound of an explosion, the flames flare, and he lunges.
Right leg igniting, he leaps powerfully into the air, and traveling toward Damian as quickly as he can, body moving to the fast beat of the beginning fight, the handsome youth twists in midair and lashes out with a fierce flaming hooking kick to Damian's face.

COMBATSYS: Damian blocks Alma's Engeki Shooter EX.

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Alma             0/-------/=======|=======\-------\1           Damian

Damian's right hand snaps out amidst the sudden assault, and grasps the incoming fist in an open hand. This is obviously not a casual gesture, as the sudden conflageration of psychic and chi whirling around in an audible burst of force is likely to hint. The arm is trembling, but he succeeded in stopping the assault from traveling onwards to more painful levels. Clenching his right fist, he suddenly glows with energy, whirling over his form. This suddenly manifests in his fist attempting to place itself comfortably within Alma's stomach, surprising force thrown behind the maneuver. Said grabbed hand is hucked aside regardless of outcome, Damian taking a couple steps backwards while narrowing his eyes. He's obviously intending for this to be a short-lived brawl, one way or another.

COMBATSYS: Damian successfully hits Alma with Savage Impact.
- Power hit! -

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Alma             1/------=/=======|=======\=------\1           Damian

Bad plan, Alma-kun.
"Ggnhuh!" Coughing violently as the fist slams into his lower torso, the young psychic is hurled back and away from his assault attempt, flying through the air mostly limp as the pain surges through his body -- but he recovers himself before he lands, and at least manages a graceful and attractively elegant three-point landing.
He rises, consumed with battle passion, and hands igniting, with a self-inspiring roar of "Uuurryahhh!" he gathers his Psycho Power into his hands, summoning an orb of sheer battle aura, and hurls it at his opponent.
It bursts immediately before him, and aims to coat him in a blanket of spiritual flame.

COMBATSYS: Damian fails to reflect Two Heavens Harmony from Alma with Resonance Cascade.

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Alma             0/-------/-----==|=======\-------\0           Damian

There was an attempt to summon a rather sizeable amount of energy as this assault is done, but unlike the last time it would seem a seventy chance is not in the cards. The horrific burning flame is agonizing to say the least, and Damian falls upon the ground before writhing in a manner that might be somewhat comical in other circumstance. His own cerulean flames manage to offset the damage however, and he manages to get sizzling to his feet after a short period of time. He's badly wounded most certainly, looking to have trouble with such basic things as 'standing up straight', but his willpower appears to be in disturbingly high gear. He doesn't intend to lose this battle... Which is somewhat uncharacteristic as well.

No holding back. Once again, it's Alma's fighting spirit rather than any particular superior talent that gives him the edge against Damian Williams. Even so, the momentum is his, and he's not gonna waste it -- so rushing forward after his firewave connects, rising out of his kneeling stance like a sprinter out of a crouching start, the young man leaps into the air once again, but this time rotately vertically as *both* legs igetting ready for some wheeling kicks with dealing pain.

COMBATSYS: Damian fails to reflect Shien Cycle from Alma with Inversion Field.

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Alma             0/-------/----===|=======\==-----\1           Damian

[OOC] Damian :O

Another attempt was done to summon a veil of protective energy, but the first kick manages to neatly pierce through it. He's struck in the face rather viciously, the followup sending him crashing into the ground. He actually skids a few moments, trembling before getting up. It seems that his attempt to play more defensively isn't wanting to work at the moment. Wiping blood from his face, he still manages to get up. The fight is by most accounts effectively over; There's not really anything Damian can do at this point. But he doesn't look apt to simply give up... This is a remarkably good way to offset stress if nothing else!

Alma... is impressed.
And not just with himself. Damian just keeps on getting up. Considering how reserved he was acting in their team fight against Gen, it's nice to see. He recalls thinking that maybe his spirit had inspired the older man somehow during their first impromptu battle... is the big guy acquiring some newfound resolve?
Resolve is something Alma likes to see.
"Enough!" the young man exclaims in his commanding deep baritone and moves in for the kill, as it were -- rushing forward with a purely physical series of blurring punches and kicks, his image fading behind him so that sometimes he seems to attack in two places at once, demonstrating that Psycho Power can be used in pretty neat ways even when it isn't overtly manifested.
Alma only says things like 'Enough!' when he thinks there's a chance his opponent might be inspired to greater heights by it... that's why he taunts Jiro all the time...
...well, okay, no, he taunts Jiro all the time because it's funny. But still...
With his strike combination comes the sweet aroma of rain.

COMBATSYS: Damian blocks Alma's Autumn Rain.

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Alma             0/-------/---====|=======\===----\1           Damian

Raising up both forearms, Damian more or less rides this particular assault. Literally. It doesn't appear to be hurting him all that much, given that Alma is not hitting anything particularly vulnerable; Just the heavy thud of fist upon reinforced armor. When it finishes, Damian appears content to unleash his final assault.
His right palm lifts, and motes of energy begin flying towards his hand. It then bursts into a constellation; There's literally hundreds of the miniscule orbs flying into his grip, hand entombed in a blazing sun. It grows to a sphere easily three feet around, before he clenches his fist. It concentrates into a literally blinding point of light, held in his palm. His arm begins to spark and hiss, as if he can't really keep such in tow.
Rearing back his hand, he then... Snaps it out, palm towards Alma.
The world explodes.
A large chunk of the playground is obliterated by this assault, blown backwards. The fountain fractures, water sizzling into steam. And after the initial blast, Damian clenches his fist again. Four more, smaller but just as devestating, tear into the surroudings. Hopefully with Alma right in the middle.
This might hurt, even if Damian's not going to win.

COMBATSYS: Damian successfully hits Alma with Localized Cataclysm.

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Alma             1/-------/=======|-------\-------\0           Damian

No. He wouldn't. He just wouldn't.
Not *here*--
Alma cries out as the blast hits, but not in pain. There's a lot of pain, yes. But what makes him cry out is the injustice...
The blast should've knocked him back, and would've, if he hadn't shielded himself entirely with a furious burst of aura absorbing the attack; so even before the dust clears, Alma Towazu emerges from the destruction trailing pink-purple flame, roaring in unmitigated rage. "That was ENTIRELY UNCALLED FOR!" he shouts, eyes blazing with battle fury. "How *dare* you!? You--!"
He roars again, and his image blurs as he leaves splintered dents in the stone with the sheer power gathering around him, the entire force of his being summoned up in this final act--
He punches out.
"Surrender yourself to justice!"

COMBATSYS: Damian fails to reflect Sacred Rekka Revelation from Alma with Deflection Field.

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Alma             0/-------/------=|

COMBATSYS: Damian can no longer fight.

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Alma             0/-------/------=|

Apparently, justice is Alma's fists. Many times.
His arms become a blur as, hands afire, he batters Damian with an endless series of jabs, overwhelming his opponent with the sheer fury of his assault. "That wasn't worth it!" he's declaring loudly, even as, eyes blazing, he continues the rampage. "You didn't need to involve the lives of other people! You didn't need to infringe upon the joy of others! We could've kept it to ourselves, and just left them to appreciate it!" Punch-punch-punch-punch. "And until you learn to understand and appreciate the meaning battle like I do, Mr. Williams--"
"--you'll *never* defeat me!"
He grabs Damian by the head, and with a final cry to the heavens, unleashes the last of his Psycho Power in an explosion that carries the larger man back and away.
"For the children!!"

Well, Damian appears to have made a mistake. He's not succeeded a single time in repelling the righteous psychic power of Alma, and this is no difference. The fist blasts through the deflective attempt to knock the man away, pelting Damian right in the face. Why, exactly, beating the holy crap out of this man on public television is somehow condusive to helping children might be up in the air. But Damian's not said a single thing, and as he's sent flying backwards to impact the ground about twenty feet away it's apparent he's not going to. He was significantly off his game, and such ended in painful consequence. There might be some philosophical debate, but for the moment he's doing it while unconscious. Alma is definitely the victor, that much is certain.

Huff. Huff. Huff.
Alma's shoulders heave. He looks... he looks... almost *pissed off*. Jeez. This doesn't happen very often. And you'd think it'd mess up his flow rather than give him righteous awesomeness. Maybe even Alma doesn't fully understand how his battle fury works.
He straightens, looks around, and raises his hand. "Don't worry," he says, clearly and rather pleasantly. "I'll dedicate however much of my winnings is necessary to repair the damages." The audience maintains its rather stunned and appalled silence before finally breaking into applause, and Alma turns to the gawking children, just staring at him as he continues to breathe hard.
The handsome youth pauses for a moment, unsure.
"Don't try that at home," he finally says.
And he steps forward, gathering the heavy man in his arms once again, and -- feeling a bit of deja vu -- settles him on a bench, trying to feed what's left of his Psycho Power into the guy to soothe his mind. There's not a heck of a lot left, so it might not really heal him... but maybe it'll help him feel a bit better about the gerbil.

COMBATSYS: Alma has ended the fight here.

Log created by Alma, and last modified on 04:47:21 11/08/2005.