Neo League 426 - #442: Alan vs Ryuujin

Description: Wherein Ryuujin is a serene monk kind of guy, and Alan gets mad for the first time. (Winner: Ryuujin)

Today's Neo League is within a somewhat more populated area then most. The Dream Amusement Part, situated on a small path between many of the large rides. To the left is the roller coaster, many people peering towards the gathering crowd while whipping by. To the right, the ferris wheel shuffles, similar viewers enjoying the prospective bout from the higher vantage. About thirty feet around is cordoned off, cameras on various levels and different locations capturing the fight from most easily accessed angles. It was a public challenge from Ryuujin; A time and location arranged, but beyond that he's got no idea who he will actually be fighting against. But he has been stretching one leg and then the other, flowing with an impressive range of motion. Serenity is etched on his features, and there's some fans around cheering for him. Odd in it's own right given what very little press he has received, but a small wave and smile is offered. He has the aesthetics for a popular upcoming fighter, if nothing else. The air is cool and the sky beginning to darken, yet that only adds to the ambience as opposed to making the conditions more difficult.

Maybe Alan was bored. Maybe Alan wanted a fight where he wasn't going to end up just going closer and closer to hell. Maybe "R" has SUSPICIOUS DESIGNS upon Ryuujin. These are all potential reasons that Alan R. B. accepted the challenge, but his true reason is much more sinister.

Alan hit enter instead of ' at an opportune time, and didn't care enough to get that cancelled.

So here he is, having gained a small measure of fame for being a complete asshole - even to nuns and old people - with his incredible speed and lightning chi more or less overshadowed. He pushes his way through the crowd - "Move it, cool guy coming through. Watch your hips, thunderthighs. Someone get this wheelchaired limpwrist out of my way!" - and hops over the cordon, flicking a smoked-down cigarette butt from his fingers. He slips his pale shades onto his face, smirking over at Ryuujin. His iron rings are already on, electricity quite visibly crackling around his hands and face. "Man, you are going to regret /that/ when you're 80." He is apparently referring to the tattoo.

There's little reaction to the words stated, Ryuujin slowly unfurling himself with a long stretch, shifting his braid behind with a swipe of his hand. Eyes measure Alan carefully, both the peculiar manifestation of electricity -- so outwardly brazen, rare for people across the world regardless of talent -- and his obvious mannerisms. "Alan Reginald Bertrand, am I correct?" He seemed to think first, but is recalling it from memory. "A high speed fighter in both assaults and defense with an impressive array of lightning-based moves. Your Neo League record is sub-par, yet you have succeeded very well in Saturday Night Fight for a relative newcomer." One fist is placed within a palm, heels coming together and bow offered, eyes shut in complacent respect. "I am Ryuujin Hyaku, practitioner of Onryudo. Your skills in manipulating energy are impressive... I hope to see them in battle." He would continue unperturbed despite any insults or commentary thrown away, as if deaf to Alan. Slowly his feet slide across the ground, and he takes a rather outright savage stance, fingers spreading as if claws, having a violence within it that's not visible on his lean features or mild smile. "Would you like to begin...?"

COMBATSYS: Ryuujin has started a fight here.

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Ryuujin          0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Ryuujin takes no action.

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Ryuujin          0/-------/-------|

Ryuujin gets to 'Reg-' before Alan's entire demeanor changes. The electricity flares around him, and he claps his hands, a burst of sound obscuring the rest of /that/ name. A lightning bolt jumps out, cracking into the camera nearest Ryuujin. Every single other inch of footage of him shows him calm and arrogant, but for once, he's angry. The blonde lets the rest of Ryuujin's words, assuming he actually continues.

Then, when he goes into his fighting stance, Alan comes in /hard./ It seems he's accepting the offer. "You say that name again, and you'll find yourself in a /whole/ new world." Apparently today is New Stuff day from the boxer, as he puts on a burst of speed, and starts moving in fast circles around Ryuujin, leaving after-images of lightning chi and generally making his location very uncertain - even as he starts swinging rapidly, drilling random blows at him. High, low, high, low, face, abs, chest, jab, jab, hook, jab, straight. All of it crackling with power. "It's R. B., got it? R. B."

COMBATSYS: Alan has joined the fight here.

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Alan             0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0          Ryuujin

COMBATSYS: Alan successfully hits Ryuujin with Storm Front.

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Alan             0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0          Ryuujin

"You do not like your name?" Ryuujin comments. Alan might realize he did not flinch in the slightest at that crack of lightning, which caused the entire crowd to surge away with a startled cry. At least, not outwardly; His eyes hardened, and there was a tension following that was lacking prior. But no pointless, instinctual cower. "I apologize. I was unaware." Stepping backwards as the onslaught begins, he tries to shift free from the whirlwind, but is pelted multiples times. A grunt leaves his lips, trying to force his mind outwards, eyes slightly lidding. "R.B." is repeated, almost in a drawl. Trying to pinpoint where he is, but having little belief in his potential for success. Hmm. He's quick. Without warning Ryuujin backflips, flowing through the air before landing in a crouch a couple meters away, exposed torso reddened from the flurry. Make haste slowly, his sensei said. He will live true to those words.

COMBATSYS: Ryuujin focuses on his next action.

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Alan             0/-------/------=|==-----\-------\0          Ryuujin

Jaw clenched, but already starting to relax, Alan overreacts to Ryuujin's backflip, one of the spinning boxers moving several steps back in almost a blur. It doesn't take much longer for the other afterimages to collapse into shockwaves. "Yeah, well, there's probably a lot of things you're unaware of, kid." Not that he's /that/ much older.

He takes stock of the carefully settled Ryuujin - he doesn't know much about him - but his fight last night with Aislinn has taught him the value of trying to keep his distance when he can. Alan pulls his right hand back, electricity crackling into a small orb, and flicks his hand down, snapping his fingers. "Strike!" A bright yellow bolt of lightning cracks out across the clearing, the thunder obscured by the timely-rushing by rollercoaster. But it's not over, Alan flinging his hand back up and across. "Twice!" It's another lightning bolt, as should really be expected.

Immediately after the bolts, Alan pulls up his hands, finally going properly into his stance, moving around erratically.

COMBATSYS: Ryuujin blocks Alan's Lightning Strikes Twice.

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Alan             0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0          Ryuujin

"I agree. There's too much in the world for even a man ten times my age to have begun scraping the surface. All we can do is attempt to appreciate as much as we can around us." Likely not the philosophical engagement that Alan meant, but Ryuujin is many things. Amongst those, he's unflappable. Quite the antithesis to the other fighter in that regard -- and unable to manifest chi in any fashion, to boot. Were he not born in a test tube, they might be twisted contrasts separated at birth. Following the hand, as the snap is done, Ryuujin's own lifts, fingers splayed. The detonation of energy is almost... caught, dissipating up his arm far too quickly to be natural. He's scarcely hurt, in actuality. The second is similarly intercepted, the end result being a waft of ozone. /Something/ peculiar took place, but it's probably uncertain what sort of defense he erected. Yet he erupts forward thereafter, flowing towards Alan and then flashing out his right hand, sweeping it. Attempting to catch the other man in a fraction of a moment; The last expanse would almost appear teleportation. To heft him, squeezing his fingers tight enough to cut off air and the very flow of blood to one's head, before hurling him into the ground. Assuming he managed the initial grapple. "You are truly quite talented..."

COMBATSYS: Alan dodges Ryuujin's Leviathan's Grasp.

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Alan             0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0          Ryuujin

Alan's eyebrow pops up over his shades at the philosophy. "Great, you're one of /those/ guys." He stands ready, waiting... and then Ryuujin comes rushing at him. He ducks down and left, moving right under the lunging arm and then stepping in. "Next I bet you'll say something about how my love of sweet, sweet, worldly desires makes me weak."

Alan's done way too much flashy stuff in a row, so he steps in close to the Onryudo fighter, slamming his crackling fist right at his solar plexus, following up with a fast left cross at his head. He stays in constant motion, continuing to his right and keeping some measure of distance from Ryuujin. It's an unusual tactic for a boxer, but he's able to nip in and out fast enough to negate little disadvantages like 'reach.'

COMBATSYS: Ryuujin interrupts Medium Punch from Alan with Dragon's Tail.

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Alan             0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0          Ryuujin

"Why would I say that? Life is pointless if you do not enjoy it." Ryuujin mulls, although it doesn't seem to be affecting his capability to fight in the slightest. The initial strike misses as the sleek figure drops to a crouch, and the follow-up only plugs him in a shoulder. And before the intended keep-away can truly take place, his foot snaps out and catches Alan's ankles, dropping him upon his back rather heavily. And what follows is an open-fingered thrust, hitting him right in the solar plexus as well. But the blow is unbelievably precise by most standards, and would knock every ounce of air from his body. And he'd be unable to even try to breathe for some seconds, most likely. One way to shut up the insults?! Ryuujin literally kip-ups flawlessly, but is making no particular attempt to stay intimately close, or hover farther away. Patient and unperturbed to the last.

"Well, maybe you're not /completely/ st-pfuugh" One of these days Alan's going to figure out that he has to pay more attention to his lower body in a fight - his relative inexperience and lack of expert training works against him. The sweep hooks his ankles neatly, dumping him. "Aw, that's juhooooooooooooooooogh" And then the strike to his gut blows the air out of him, throwing a shockwave of electricity out from around him.

Unable to fire a sass, Alan just rolls backward up to his feet, sucking in one wheezing breath. He can't /talk/, but he can still move, springing forward with a simple elbow toward his face. But now, all that lingering anger from Ryuujin using Alan's real name? Gone. He just looks beleagured from the thrust now.

COMBATSYS: Ryuujin dodges Alan's Light Punch.

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Alan             0/-------/--=====|======-\-------\0          Ryuujin

The strike towards his face is avoided by a sudden lean backwards, although the crackling energy grazes him harmlessly. He limbos to the point that he could be a world competitor, slapping one hand bracingly upon the ground behind. And then whirls, arcing out his heel and attempting to strike Alan dead in the throat, uncoiling the limb like a striking viper. Thereafter he would heft himself with far too much ease with that lone limb, for a moment supported only by the toned forearm. And appearing to have no difficulty with such, landing back within a mild crouch. Nothing else is said, braid now across his shoulder with the bladed sun dangling before him in a slow pendulum.

COMBATSYS: Ryuujin successfully hits Alan with Quick Kick.

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Alan             0/-------/=======|======-\-------\0          Ryuujin

Alan has enough time to grunt when he sails right over Ryuujin, just before catching the heel to his neck. It picks him right up off the ground, tossing him back a couple yards, landing in a kneel. Gravel flies away from him in a spraying arc. His voice comes out: hoarse, but it comes out. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you don't want to hear my beautiful voice." He slowly stands - and then goes still.

The afterimage collapses before Alan blurs back into visibility, crouching next to his opponent. Electricity roars around his right hand. "What's with that, tats? Don't you love me?" His entire body straightens out like a bar, hand launching up, rings streaking right for Ryuujin's chin. The punch lifts him right into the air and back, hopefully getting some distance between the two of them.

COMBATSYS: Alan successfully hits Ryuujin with Uppercut Punch.

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Alan             1/-------/=======|=======\==-----\1          Ryuujin

The teleportation is peculiar, and hasn't been encountered. Unable to read the intervening movement very well makes the sluggish startup irrelevant, as he's struck within the face just as he starts moving. Droplets of blood arc through the air as Ryuujin becomes airborne, descending in a graceful arc to impact his middle back. He rolls away, hands slapping upon the ground and mild, pained cough leaving his lips a single time. Trembling eases away, and by the time he's upright there's a peculiar lack of visible sign for the horrific impact. Even his bleeding stops, something impossible by most standards, once the stream is wiped away. "Mmm. I'm rusty in my exposure. I apologize that I am giving you a subpar performance." is offered. Ignoring the insults, and continuing to compliment. He just doesn't stop, does he? But he rushes forward regardless, breaching the distance and unleashing a rather quick kick, trying to bury his heel within Alan's stomach to double him over. Immediately he'd snap up the leg in question, trying to catch him behind the head and drive downwards, to forcedly smash his face upon the ground. All such is done with obscene finesse, and he'd try to dart back like a crane thereafter.

COMBATSYS: Ryuujin successfully hits Alan with Wyvern's Sting.
- Power hit! -

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Alan             1/---====/=======|=======\====---\1          Ryuujin

Fortunately, Alan's just here to collect a fight purse and work off some boredom, at this point. If Ryuujin's going to go around all being spiritual and calm and not rising to Alan's bait, well, more power to him. "Ha! Relax, pretty much everyone has a subpar performance next to me." He wrings out his right hand with a sneer, and gets ready to move if he has to.

But Ryuujin's approach is just a bit more than Alan was expecting. Electricity flares as he starts to move back, but doesn't get ahead of the heel in time, slammed hard and thrown right down. Ryuujin hits /hard./ His sunglasses break apart on the ground as his handsome face impacts, and there's a delay before he rolls away, coming somewhat ungracefully up to his feet and backpedaling.

And so, acting uncharacteristically for someone who just got kicked into the ground... he relaxes. Electricity blossoms around him in a corona, and he smoothly dips his knees and hurls into the air. "Now... Surge!" Lightning bolts appear to crack down from the sky as he pulls in a huge amount of chi, putting on a ridiculous burst of speed. His body turns parallel to the ground as he spins forward at Ryuujin, hands clasped together. All the chi around him pours into his arms as he aims a vicious axehandle strike, thunder and lightning exploding down immediately afterward in a wave, cratering the walkway and blasting gravel /everywhere./ Even the rushing rollercoaster and the creaking ferris wheel is drowned out by the blast of noise, but Alan can still be heard clearly:


COMBATSYS: Ryuujin blocks Alan's Mjolnir.

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Alan             0/-------/------=|=======\=======\1          Ryuujin

"You do not lack any confidence, R.B." is commented, with some air of amusement that's more inward then anything else. Like a humble monk would appear before the praise of a warlord, who knows something obvious that those far-seeing eyes miss directly in front. It seems he managed to finally floor Alan, and prove that he's not some second-class fighter who's far out of his league. The statement was genuine. He's performing rather beneath his peak, but is by no means out of the 'R' enforcer's own. The flare of lightning is observed, but he does not move. He draws a deep breath, entire body seen to tense, legs spreading apart as both forearms lift upwards. They cross, and he catches that hellish blow directly between. Naked feet sink an inch into stone below. But he's grounded; Maybe now the defense is apparent. ...Ryuujin is /not conducting electricity/. That's a trait of human bodies that's, well, frankly impossible. Especially from someone who claimed to have no ability in the area. But he shrugs the other man off, heavy black singes apparent on his forearm guards. "Exceptional. ...I shall show you the epitome of my own technique." And with that he suddenly rushes forward, lowering his shoulder and attempting to slam into Alan's chest. With the intent of knocking him backwards. Off balance, for a fraction of a moment...

COMBATSYS: Ryuujin successfully hits Alan with Bahamut's Fury.

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Alan             0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0          Ryuujin

...But that split second is all that Ryuujin needs. Before recovery is managed, his right leg snaps up, and viciously strikes Alan six times. Each impacts a vital nervous point, and the kinetic energy seems to flow through, surging through him and numbing his entire body. The pain is rather unbearable, and not made better by the second aspect. Planting down the assaulting foot, a pivot flows into six more strikes. They crack now against joints, flashing into elbows, knees, two to the shoulder. Far more force then displayed, and a significant amount for the relatively short range and quickness. But this is not the conclusion. His knee erupts into Alan's stomach, to double him over and launch him into the air. Not far, only a meter -- which would be cut off as his heel snaps around, stretching almost straight up to drop down and catch him in the spine, to drive him bodily into the ground hard enough to likely leave a fair-sized crater.

The wave of lightning launches Alan twisting several feet back - he lands perfectly straight, electricity dumping down into the ground. For the first time since he's even shown up, no electricity is crackling around his body, everything he had expended into the Mjolnir. His movements are sluggish compared to his usual speed as he tries to hop to the side...

NO. He just gets smashed around, six blows from each foot... launched up... but then, Alan manages to get one last thing out before he's completely out, hand lashing out right as he's kicked up to try and wrap around Ryuujin's neck and pull himself down into a strangling headlock, lightning roaring around him and pouring right into Ryuujin. Either he manages to break the sequence with this, and then just slide down to the ground - he always fights to unconciousness, it seems - or the slamming heel just crushes him back to the ground where he stays.

COMBATSYS: Alan can no longer fight.

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COMBATSYS: Ryuujin dodges Alan's Dynamo Grip.

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But no. The crackling hands manage to find momentary purchase upon Ryuujin, but he dips his head. Those groping fingers fail to yank the man down with him, and the heel deposits Alan rather forcedly to the ground, apparently quite unconscious. Ryuujin is breathing hard, taking a couple steps backwards and slowly rubbing at his mouth again. That was exceptionally close. But somehow he breached the huge lead gained upon the onset, and turned it around by a razor thin margin. "It was an honor to fight you, R.B." is mused, even if unheard at the moment. But the other man will witness the heavy bow, thoroughly laced with honor, if he bothers to watch television. For now Ryuujin turns to depart, taking a moment to sign a couple autographs and speak with his fans, dazed but not about to collapse. He can retain his cohesion and composure... but the moment he is out of sight, he is going to crash hard. A paper thin facade that makes him seem far less effected then he truly is... this will be an uncomfortable aftermath in the long term. Suppressing pain and manipulating his own recovery or not.

COMBATSYS: Ryuujin takes no action.

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COMBATSYS: Ryuujin has ended the fight here.

Log created on 22:02:28 07/23/2007 by Alan, and last modified on 06:02:33 07/31/2007.