Description: Rugal has hand delivered a lot of invitations for the Second Victory tournament, but Krizalid actually had to go to the trouble of asking him for one! It proved to be a bit painful, too.
Southtown has never been an exceptionally crime-free locale. If anything, the city is teeming of it, being the central hub of Geese Howard's Syndicate. While most of these dealings are behind the scenes and away from ignorant eyes, corruption is still bursting at the seams in a city like this. Which, of course, means one thing; despite Geese's near-stranglehold on the city... this place is, and always will be, a prime location for competition.
Competition takes many forms, of course. Whether it be simply business competition, or wars between rival organizations. Southtown sees some of both of these and many others on a daily basis. And with things between Shadaloo and the Syndicate beginning to become a touch more violent, the time is ripe for opportunists to swarm in, and take what chances they have.
Rugal Bernstein sees this as an opportunity, of course; but moreso one to simply bring himself out on top in the aftermath. Which is why he is here, the Park in Southtown, having finished a deal with one of the lesser gangs of the city. In his hand, he holds a simple briefcase, clutching it easily in his gloved hand. The other party has since left. Bernstein? ... I simply enjoying the night breeze, glowing cybernetic staring upwards into the sky. It certainly is a good time to be an arms dealer.
If the contrast between the powdery white hair and dark, almost mocha-colored skin isn't already enough to make him stand out in a crowd , perhaps the goth-y makeup or the big freaky trenchcoat will do the trick, right? It's like Krizalid is doing his damnedest to look suspicious. Maybe he was going for something else though. Intimidating maybe? Dark and sinister? In the end it doesn't really matter, all of these draw attention, stares. And it's the middle of the day too. Shouldn't a guy, that's obviously been tailing Mr. Bernstein, save this kind of spying for late at night? Unless he thinks he's some kind of badass, of course... And from the way he's just walks to within a few yards of Rugal a few moments after his clients have left and just stops, he really must.
Now, it's fairly obvious when someone has been following you. Especially if you happen to be a man like Rugal Bernstein. What makes it /more/ obvious, however, is when the man has such dark skin, and such stark white hair. What truly stands out, however, is the unusual outfit... and the feeling the man has. Certainly someone skilled, but why would he be so blatantly obvious? Unless he's simply /that/ confident. Well.
There's always one sure-fire way to find out...
Slowly, Rugal's footfalls come to a stop. Hands in his pockets, he turns his head to take a good look at the dark-skinned man, his lips twitching upwards into a smile. "And perhaps you can tell me." Slowly, he turns all the way around, pivoting on a single heel. "... why are you following me? I hope your reply is a good one; I do not have all day."
It's true, he's either that confident, or he perhaps doesn't think he has anything to hide. And in actuallity, it's a combination of both, sort of half and half. While the oddly-dressed man has plenty to hide from R' and the rest of the world, at the moment he's only interested in one thing, and he's got the guts to confront Rugal and ask for it. He's not /quite/ crazy enough to just attack the man from out of the blue afterall, and that's why he's chosen to follow at a distance and wait for an opportunity like this one.
"Your tournament, I'd like an invitation." With his mouth hidden behind the high collar of that coat, it's hard to tell if his expression is a sincere one, but then it's mysteriousness like that which brought about this whole situation. Of course he didn't get an invitation if he goes around hiding his identity from everyone. And he thinks this is pretty obvious, saying anything more would just be redundant. So the only thing further he bothers to do, is to raise a hand and summon up some of those unmistakable Kusanagi flames and then snuff them out by closing his hand into a fist.
So he is a fighter. How... expected. With a get up like that, after all, either the man is simply lacking in a proper taste of fashion, or he is at least a somewhat skilled fighter. It's when Krizalid manifests those crimson flames, though, that Rugal knows for sure. A brow archs, even as he settles into a more casual stance -- though, his legs spread shoulder-length apart, and a single hand slips out of its pocket, lifting and clenching for a brief moment before falling back to his side.
"My. This certainly is sudden, isn't it? Here you know who I am, and my tournament, and I haven't the faintest who /you/ are. Those flames though..." White hair. Dark skin. The Kusanagi's flames. "... I've seen something like that before." That crimson eye continues to watch, seeing Krizalid's every movement. Waiting for the right time and opportunity... to see just what this man is hiding. "If you want to enter my tournament, however, I'll allow you. Under one condition." Krizalid shouldn't be surprised by what Rugal says next. He dips his head in a gracious nod... and beckons. "I'd like you to give me a good reason for allowing you besides an impressive show of flames." In otherwords?
Fight.
COMBATSYS: Rugal has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Krizalid has joined the fight here.
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Rugal 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
Every bit as agreeable as Krizalid expected him to be. And that's why the NESTS third in command sees fit to do away with the subtelties and stop hiding his face, as well as his name. "Well then it's only fair that I disclose it now. I am Krizalid, and I'd be more than happy to see your skills firsthand."
So wait, doesn't /Rugal/ usually do the testing of fighters around here? It almost seems for the moment that Krizalid wants to test Bernstein in turn, but this is not part of his mission. He already knows Rugal is powerful, probably a fair bit more powerful than himself. But if he takes a beating from someone that strong, his suit will reap the benefits. That doesn't mean he's going to hold back and let himself get stomped though. He's going to fight like an angry Irishman, same as always, and every good Irishman always starts with a nice haymaker.
COMBATSYS: Rugal dodges Krizalid's Fierce Punch.
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Rugal 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
Though every good Irishman starts with a nice haymaker, that doesn't mean they always succeed. Rugal's features are the very expression of amusement as Krizalid gives his name, makes his proclamation, and starts charging. "Very well then..." Bernstein begins calmly, even as he adjusts his cumberbund. "... I'll give you a little taste of them."
Of course, this is likely a test for both of them. Rugal is very curious how this 'Krizalid' matches up to the Beast of Flames, K'. Even as that arm comes swinging, though, Rugal rather calmly steps to the side, letting it fly harmlessly past him. "Hm." And then, he begins his own assault. One fist flies forward, open palm, to strike the back of Krizalid's head. If successful, he'll follow up with a spinning kick meant to slam into the NESTS executive's side with rather frightening strength behind the blow.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid blocks Rugal's Medium Punch.
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Rugal 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
Most of those same good Irishmen are drunk when they start their fights. While Krizalid doesn't have that excuse here, he did rear back pretty far before throwing that punch, and that gives Rugal time enough to maneuver out of the way. But the NESTS commander can't afford any sissy hits here so it's all well and good. For now. And a little bit after too, it seems. When Rugal strikes back and tries to hit him in the back of the head with that open palm, one of his steely gloves is there to take the blow, givng the man in the feathered coat enough time to turn around and throw out an iron palm of his own, aiming to strike the leader of R' Organization in the midsection.
COMBATSYS: Rugal blocks Krizalid's Desperate Moment.
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Rugal 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
"Good reflexes!" It's about the only compliment that Krizalid will receive before the flame-wielder thrusts outward with a strike of his own. However, that palm is stopped with unnerving ease by Rugal's arm. The man does not to so much as budge as most of the force is simply absorbed into his muscular forearm. And then, he takes hardly a moment to prepare a counter assault. A single leg lifting into the air, Rugal slams it downward to crush into Krizalid's left shoulder, before he pushes off the ground in a flip that intends to strike his other, polished shoe into the jaw of the NESTS operative, even as momentum sends Rugal hurdling away from him.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid blocks Rugal's Medium Kick.
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Rugal 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Krizalid
That happens to be one of those secrets he won't be divulging! The combat suit beneath that long trench helps him with things like that. But then Rugal's obviously no stranger to cybernetics himself. Whatever works, right? Like the other man's guard. That certainly works rather well. And Krizalid doesn't feel the need to test it any further than that right at this moment by pressing on, so he takes measures to start pulling back and looking for an opening. After his blocks Bernstein's retaliatory kicks, of course, during his brief retreat. "That really is quite the kick."
COMBATSYS: Krizalid focuses on his next action.
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Rugal 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Krizalid
"You think so?" Really... it's not the /best/ that Rugal has to offer. It seems that Krizalid is taking a step back for now, though. And as he does, Rugal simply stretches a little, and waits. "Not coming for me? Very well, then..." He still doesn't go flying in quite so soon. Instead, he takes a moment to consider Krizalid. Is the other man planning something? Highly likely. Does Rugal care? ... odds are, no. Instead, he simply rushes in towards the other man, snapping a single leg forward to lance into Krizalid's sternum, before leaping into the air with a quick hop to smash his other leg into the side of the NESTS operative's head.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid interrupts Light Kick from Rugal with Rising Darkmoon.
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Rugal 0/-------/----===|====---\-------\0 Krizalid
Krizalid already understands this, to some extent, but you see, he's quite a fan of high-angle kicks like the ones Rugal tosses around. Perhaps that's why he's seen every one of them coming up until now, and is able to successfully save his sternum from unnecessary pain when the blonde man's foot comes for it, /and/ proceed to trade blows with him as soon as he takes that hop aims to kick him in the head. Because the dark-skinned NESTS exec rises suddenly into the air and cuts into the once and future tournament host with both hands, one trailing behind the other as he twists around and slices with both cold airy chi and the metal of his gloves, and then stabs sharply upward, Rugal's second kick ends up being just a little bit off, though it still finds home somewhere about his shoulder, loosing some of those black feathers there.
Well, how... expected. However, if Krizalid thinks that will keep Rugal down for too terribly long, well... he'll have to think again. Even as Krizalid's chi-laced blows strike, Rugal goes flying, propelled both by the force of the blow and his own volition. When he lands, though, he lands on his feet, lifting slowly and rubbing the back of his neck. "Interesting power. I see you don't just use those flames, hm?" A single foot pushes Rugal off the ground into a leap. His hands lace in front of him as he dives towards Krizalid, and with one mighty swing he seeks to strike the other man solidly over the back of the head, before following up with a single, rising knee strike to Krizalid's forehead, with enough force to send him flying.
COMBATSYS: Rugal successfully hits Krizalid with Fierce Punch.
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Rugal 0/-------/---====|=======\-------\0 Krizalid
Krizalid, being busy wiping one of his hands against his coat, doesn't pay quite as much attention as he should when Rugal is through making that observation. It must be that same earlier overconfidence rearing its head for the briefest of moments. Sometimes, he just relies on his battle suit a little too much. It can only /help/ him block or dodge. Not do it for him, and in this case he doesn't respond in time when it tells him to 'GTFO'.
"NNGH." Right in the back of the head. And then he gets a knee to the forehead on top of that and goes soaring backward to land in a heap. Holy hell. Though he is a bit dazed as he scrambles back to his feet, the white-haired man dashes forward, proving he doesn't need to be able to see totally straight in order to run and break out with a high arcing axe kick. "The flames are for special occasions, really! I'm sure if you keep hitting like that you'll get to see them soon."
COMBATSYS: Rugal fails to interrupt Strong Kick from Krizalid with Genocide Cutter EX.
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Rugal 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Krizalid
That overconfidence is something Krizalid has to pay for... just as Rugal has to pay for his own. He sees that kick coming, truthfully. But he waits until the very last moment, legs tensing before he leaps into the air, intent on simply striking Krizalid out of the sky with no small amount of force. Except... it doesn't quite go that way. Krizalid's high kick manages to strike him a bit more solidly than intended, and so Rugal goes stumbling back instead of successfully striking off what might have been quite a painful technique. Still... it doesn't seem to deter him much. Instead, he grins a little, offering a short bow to the other man. "Again."
Perhaps Krizalid only got the advantage there because he seemed so disoriented when he attacked, but it certainly makes him feel better about letting his skull get cracked into a second ago. The feeling is of course complimented by the fact Rugal bows and offers him another shot afterward. "Always the gentlemen, Mr. Bernstein. But I'll be happy to oblige." It's just too bad that his second go at it doesn't have quite the same vengeful motive behind it. It's still as high, mind you, just not as forceful.
COMBATSYS: Rugal blocks Krizalid's Light Kick.
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Rugal 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\1 Krizalid
This time... that high kick is simply stopped short by Rugal's hand. It doesn't quite get close enough to striking him, and looks like it didn't even hurt as much as it should have. "Of course." That's the only response Krizalid will get, though, before Rugal slams a fist into his gut. Once... twice... three times... a total of five times, all in rapid succession, the last of which being the most forceful, intent on knocking Krizalid quite a fair distance away from him with simple, sheer physical power.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid blocks Rugal's Medium Punch.
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Rugal 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Krizalid
Krizalid is quick to try and bring that foot down, lest it get grabbed and or worse. And thankfully, as earlier stated, Rugal is being a gentlemen. He doesn't hit below the belt. The abdomen, sure, but that's perfectly alright. The NESTS executive guards himself there almost as fiercely though, moving his hands with the punches and getting each one to impact with his palms. He's still forced back and loses quite a bit of ground because of the force in every hit that he repels, however, which doesn't /have/ to be looked at as a bad thing. The lesser-known businessman could use a little more time to ponder what course of action to take next. "Hmn... "
COMBATSYS: Krizalid focuses on his next action.
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Rugal 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Krizalid
Aah, guarded again. A pity, to be sure, but Rugal certainly will not complain. Still, Krizalid does not move once more as he seems to be planning for /something/. Bernstein quirks a single brow as Krizalid once more simply stands and focuses. Quirking a brow faintly, Rugal offers the NESTS executive the slight shrug of his shoulders before taking a single step backwards, hands slipping into his pants pockets. "This time I'm going to have to insist that you go first, Mr. 'Krizalid.'" He makes a beckoning gesture as he stands, that cybernetic eye taking in the white-haired man and his movements, studying them... analyzing them. Carefully, of course.
COMBATSYS: Rugal focuses on his next action.
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Rugal 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Krizalid
There's really not much he needs to say here. He told Rugal the crimson flames were for special occasions, and he's about to demonstrate exactly why. That coat? Totally flammable. It catches ablaze and burns right up when he starts to glow with a bright fiery aura, and once the jacket is nothing but ash and the gleaming combat-suit beneath it is revealed, he goes streaking toward the other man who was so patiently waiting for him, and when he's within range, he slashes his hands out in an X-pattern, forcing those flames out so that they take that same shape and the giant flaming cross goes rolling for his opponent. "Rrrrah!"
COMBATSYS: Rugal slows End of Heaven from Krizalid with Large Thrown Object.
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Rugal 0/-------/-======|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
Aaah... /there/ they are. A grin spreads across Rugal's lips as the day is brightened all the more by the outburst of crimson flames.
"... Excellent."
Of course, Rugal is nothing if not able to improvise, and certainly not going to simply take the brunt of those flames. Even as they fly at him in a cross, Rugal tilts to the side slightly, grabbing a firm hold of a nearby bench. Without so much of a second thought or hesitation, he literally rips it out of the concrete and then CHUCKS it at that massive X of flames with so much force that it disperses much of the energy gathered. What strikes him, sends him staggering back only a little, even as that bench lands -- a melted, molten heap. "... interesting..."
Krizalid is at times a little less confident than he looks. Some might even call him paranoid. That's why when he's done churning up those flames and then throwing them out at Rugal, he flinches just a little bit at seeing the park bench get hurled into the resulting X, half expecting it to crash through in part or in whole and smack him upside the head. When nothing like this happens, he merely clears his throat and gets back to focusing on the Genocide Cutter machine himself. Yep, that doesn't seem to have fazed him much either. Hm. Well if he's not down, kicking him won't be unsportsmanlike! This time the kick is more of a stomp to the shins than anything high-angled like he'd normally shoot for. Gotta change things up at least a little.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid successfully hits Rugal with Light Kick.
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Rugal 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Krizalid
Well... Rugal wasn't expecting quite a low kick, and the stomp does strike true. Bernstein staggers back, if only slightly, before his legs tense. It didn't exactly hurt, but it was enough to make the man think about taking things a bit more seriously. Even as Krizalid might be wheeling back to gain distance, Rugal jerks outward with a single hand, to take the other man by the face. If successful, he'll lift Krizalid, /high/ into the air... before he slams a powerful fist directly into the NESTS executive's gut with unbridled force to send him flying through the air with untold power. Well... might as well gain a bit more distance, hm?
COMBATSYS: Krizalid parries Rugal's Scorpion Blow!
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Rugal 0/-------/-======|=------\-------\0 Krizalid
Hrm, were they really /that/ much alike? Krizalid hadn't thought so until now. Some of their moves had passing similarities, and there was the favoring of kicks that require tremendous flexibility... but this next attack? It was just too familiar. It felt like Rugal was going to grab his face and go for something. Something like a chokeslam. Nobody correct him! He doesn't want to know that he would've been taking another one of Rugal's bonecrunching punches if he'd have reacted any slower than he just did, throwing up one of those reinforced gloves of his to swat the other man's hand aside before it can get a grip on his jaw.
"Oho, getting serious now are we? Alright then." With that, the NESTS exec's leg raises up nice and high, but when he brings it back down he doesn't seem to be doing it very hard, and it seems he's not even aiming to make contact with Rugal directly. He's instead counting on the sizable tornado that's kicked up by his footfall and sent skimming along the ground toward him.
COMBATSYS: Rugal overcomes Typhon's Rage - Strike EX from Krizalid with Reppuken.
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Rugal 0/-------/--=====|=------\-------\0 Krizalid
"Getting serious?" Hm.
"I suppose you could say that."
Rugal hasn't /quite/ been taking this match as seriously as he should have. This changes now, however, especially when Krizalid simply swats aside his attack. Eyes narrowing faintly, Rugal frowns quite a bit before he lets his legs slide out with relative ease. Just in time... to see that chi-enforced tornado whipping his way. Arching a brow, Rugal allows himself a grin, even as he lifts up a hand. Blue-white chi begins to whip around his arm, glowing violently. "Though... maybe I could be a bit more serious."
And then he unleashes the energy around his arm with a quick snap. It comes forth in a swift show of power, tearing up the ground as it crashes into and through Krizalid's attack, dispersing the winds as it barrels down the way towards the NESTS Operative himself.
COMBATSYS: Rugal successfully hits Krizalid with Reppuken.
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Rugal 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Krizalid
That's the suck part about tornados. Big hole in the middle, the eye. An energy wave that travels along the ground like that is ripe to blast right through something like that, though this may just be the first time Krizalid's actually seen it happen. His marked eyes widen a bit, and he almost makes to try and kick up another whirlwind with which to stop the famous Reppuken, perhaps one with a smaller eye, but he inevitably decides against it and takes the hit. And afterall, if he didn't let that one strike him, he wouldn't have been able to download the specs of it unless he asked for another!
As he's struck, the white-haired man skids back a bit after planting his boots, but tries to close the distance in quite a hurry, lunging forward with a jab for the right side of Bernstein's face.
COMBATSYS: Rugal blocks Krizalid's Jab Punch.
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Rugal 0/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Krizalid
Hm. What a fast technique Krizalid has, there! But it's not... /quite/ enough.
Rugal's hand is in the way of his face, you see, making it markedly harder for that punch to strike him. The miniscule force behind the blow is simply taken in by Bernstein, offering Krizalid something of a smile. "Speedy, aren't we..." Before he slides in with a fast attack of his own. This one, he seeks to lance out a leg right into Krizalid's shin, to throw the other man off balance. And from there... he'll simply spin around, and strike another quick kick towards the man's leg, without the slightest bit of hesitation.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid blocks Rugal's Light Kick.
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Rugal 0/-------/-======|===----\-------\0 Krizalid
Well, that is troublesome, and with Rugal smiling again, it's not as if Krizalid is feeling particularly lucky at this juncture. That's why he doesn't try to dodge or smack the first of those kicks away. Instead he just tenses his leg and tries to weather it as best he can before leaping up to avoid that second kick, at the same time striking out with a edge of a palm and trying to go around Bernstein's guard by attacking from above, aiming once more for his face and then twisting around to deliver a flying backfist right on the heels of it, somewhere about the other side of his head. "Ruuah!"
COMBATSYS: Krizalid successfully hits Rugal with Cut Spin.
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Rugal 1/------=/=======|===----\-------\0 Krizalid
Again -- Rugal is struck, but whatever effect it has does /not/ last long. Instead, Bernstein simply blows right into the attack. He staggers back a step, but merely /presses onward/, unheeding of the other man's attack. A fist clenches, a small line of blood running down his lip, before he whips a hand out to smash it directly across the side of Krizalid's head with uncanny force. Following that, the Leader of R thrusts a elbow into the crimson flame wielder's solar plexus with intent to knock the wind out of him, and send him toppling backwards and away.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid endures Rugal's Medium Punch.
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Rugal 1/------=/=======|=====--\-------\0 Krizalid
Heidern has arrived.
Krizalid, may not have expected that to really work. He was really just hoping to merely get himself out of the way of that second kick from the other man, as he's already come to learn how much blocking more than one attack to the same area really really stings. Getting a couple hits of his own in is just icing on the cake. When he lands and finds Rugal is already coming at him with a headstrike of his own, Krizalid just tilts his head with the blow, taking the full impact to be sure, but rolling with it and righting himself immediately afterward. It hurt, but it's not something he can't shrug off. Nor is the elbow to the abdomen that follows it. It hits squarely as well, but it doesn't quite knock the wind out of him as intended.
"Ha ha, nice one Mr. Bernstein. I've enjoyed this, but I think we're about done, don't you?" There's a creaking of leather as the NESTS Third tries to grab hold of Rugal's forearm, hopefully before he's able to pull away, and should he make it that far, he intends to reach out with one leg and lift the other man by the chin. With the tip of his boot, yes.
COMBATSYS: Rugal blocks Krizalid's Quick Throw.
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Rugal 1/-----==/=======|=====--\-------\0 Krizalid
"Yes. I do think we're about done."
Whatever big attempt Krizalid may have been planning, does not work. With one swift motion, Rugal bats away the other man's quickly-grasping hand. His eyes narrowed, he leaps just as suddenly back and away from Krizalid. Far back, in fact. What he plans to do next takes some time, some effort... some intensive amount of power.
"Though perhaps not the way you intended."
If Krizalid really meant to do away with Bernstein with such a weak attack as that, then he's sadly mistaken. And Bernstein... decides that now is /certainly/ not the time to stop. His body begins to bend back, even as blue-white energy starts to crackle around him. He says nothing more, chi flaring blindingly bright across his arms as he begins to float upwards, into the air. And, in one single, sweeping motion... Rugal RELEASES all that power. It does not take the form of a wave, as usual, however. This time... it turns into a rather /immense/ arrow of blue-white chi that slings itself towards Krizalid, with every intention of crashing it into the NESTS Operative in a deafening explosion of sheer power.
COMBATSYS: Krizalid fails to slow Kaiser Wave from Rugal with Typhon's Rage - Strike.
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COMBATSYS: Krizalid can no longer fight.
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Well, no one ever said Krizalid was looking to best Rugal. When he made that statement, he didn't really mean it in the sense that he was putting that much stock in his unsuccessful slam. And really, you only ever try to balance another man on your toe if you're trying to show off. Come on now. The true intent of the NESTS elite was to bait Rugal into showing him something spectacular, no matter how much pain it may inflict. And that's exactly what he gets! So much batlle data from one attack, and so much horrible pain as a tremendous amount of energy is slammed into him all at once, blowing him backward, flipping him over once or twice, slamming him right into a tree some several yards away from Rugal.
The man's suit nearly gets choked trying to download all that data and transmit it back to base, while Krizalid himself just slumps to one knee. "Rrrgh... wh- what the hell." He's totally stunned, and he's quite obviously not going to recover in time for this to still be considered a running fight. This little test must be over.
Well... if Krizalid wanted data, he certainly received it. Perhaps an overload of it, but he still received it. And Rugal has seen something curious; a man with striking similarities to that K' boy, with such /interesting/ powers. He might not have been giving it all this fight, but... he imagines this small taste of his power will be enough for the white-haired Irishman for today. Easily enough, Rugal drops back down to his feet, brushing off his clothes. For once in a long time, they haven't been ruined. Marvelous. Looking towards Krizalid, the crimelord offers him something of a slight smile. "You're not quite what you seem, are you? It doesn't matter; you provided an entertaining fight. Consider yourself officially invited into my tournament, boy. Please don't disappoint me." Slowly, Rugal withdraws a card from his coat pocket, before flicking it in Krizalid's direction. Elegantly engraved on the card? 'Second Victory.' "And try to remain conscious." From there, Rugal... simply turns, and walks away.
COMBATSYS: Rugal takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Rugal has ended the fight here.
Log created by Krizalid, and last modified on 10:43:42 01/27/2006.