Neo League 526 - #527: Maxima vs Mignon

Description: Will Magical Mignon's might manage Maxima's murderous massacre?! All this and more alliteration wait INSIDE! (DISCLAIMER: Log does not contain any additional alliterations.) (Winner: Maxima)

Circular tables all around, a crescent around the hardwood dancefloor! But today, the dance floor is being used for a DIFFERENT kind of dance! Albeit, it would not immediately be obvious. Cameras are places above and on the main floor, on the balcony pointing down too.

And the circular tables are actually being served! It's true. People sit at them as they order meals and eat, awaiting this nights SPECIAL EVENT between two fighters! .. Albeit the circular tables are a bit farther back today than they usually are. Wonder why?

On the hardwood dance floor, currently, Mignon's taken her place already! In her rather showy attire, Mignon fits in perfectly with the situation, spinning about once and throwing a kiss quickly to the audience.

"MWAH! Everybody root for Mignon, oookaaay? Mignon's going to do her best all you people out there! And you can bet that Mignon's not going to run away!" Perhaps she's a bit too showy at times. But the fact remains, she only was told the competitor was 'big' and 'tough'. Oh, he can't be THAT big OR that tough, right?

Mignon's bouncing about, getting ready on the dance floor as her hair bobs and her flashing baubles emit a PIKU when she bounces enough.

"Mignon has a good feeling this time!"

You can bet she's so very wrong.

Unfortunately for Mignon, her competition... is THAT big.
He's readily visible before he even makes his way onto the dancefloor / makeshift arena. Towering heads above everyone else, Maxima certainly stands out in a crowd -- with his height, his build, and his peculiar outfit, there can be no questioning just who he is as he advances upon the 'arena' floors. The Canadian is an intimidating sight to behold, to be sure, and any lesser fighter might just be cowed by his appearance...
... Except for the fact that he's smiling in an absolutely disarming way that seems to melt away any intimidation factor he might have been able to build up. His stance is relaxed as he enters the dancefloor, his smile calm and casual. Hands shoved into his pockets, he steps over the roping with ease, head dipping down to get a better look at his competition as she talks.
"Let me guess," he begins.
"You're Mignon?"
Hands shoved into his pockets, Maxima pulls out his right to offer it in a simple handshake of greeting. "I'm Maxima. It's nice to meet you." Polite, friendly -- he certainly doesn't seem tough, save for his appearance. "Don't hold anything back, alright? Come at me with everything you've got." His left hand slides out of the comfort of his pants pockets as he cracks either hand in a slow, preparatory gesture.
"Whenever you're ready."

All psyched up, Mignon's smiling and everything! And twirling around once more, Mignon goes to face .. something big this way comes. And it's just getting larger. Mignon stops bouncing for a second as she just takes in her particular opponents bigness. And with how he looks .. and just how he is, Mignon's eyes go wide.. No way! This is .. Mignon has to fight him!?

But as he looks doooown to look straight at Mignon, Mignon notices the smile. Yay! "Hiiiiyaaa! Yep, I'm Mignon! And Mignon's pleased as punch to meet you, Mr. Maxima!" She bounces a bit as she says this, hands infront of her as she does. Her smile is huge. Huge and smiley. SHE JUST LOVES THOSE DARN SMILEYS. But that's for another time.

As He pulls out his right hand, Mignon nods, grabbing it with both, and shaking it with both. "Okay Mr. Maxima, Mignon won't hold anything back at all! Mignon's going to use all of her magic .. oh, Mignon should tell you before hand that she's a witch, show you should watch out, okay?" She smiles nodding, before bouncing backwards, her shoes hitting the hardwood floor with both a CLACK and a PIKU because of what's attached.

"Mignon's coming at you now like you said to, Mr. Maxima, so you just watch out!" And suddenly .. IT STARTS. Skipping a few times towards Maxima, Mignon does something rather .. almost expected. With her build and her being a fighter, that is. "Let's play a game Maxima!" FLIP! She flips over Maxima's hugeness, and then .. on the other side .. attempts to lock arms and pull him forwards from behind and roll her body backwards to not only offset them, but cause Maxima to get off his feet!

... Really, Mignon does not know he is METAL though. "HORSIE!" She calls out.

And then finds out just how heavy he is .. BUT SHE KEEPS GOING ANYWAYS. Mignon may not be able to bench press him, but she MIGHT be able to take him off his feet!

COMBATSYS: Mignon has started a fight here.

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Mignon           0/-------/-------|

COMBATSYS: Maxima has joined the fight here.

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Maxima           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0           Mignon

COMBATSYS: Maxima endures Mignon's Filly Throw.

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Maxima           0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0           Mignon

Huh. Well. Mignon... certainly is an odd one, isn't she? Maxima takes a moment to squint at her as she talks, and as she turns and makes those bizarre sound effects, and makes her bold proclamation of being a witch. He ingests it all... and then, he grins.
"Well I'll certainly try to be careful, then!" A witch, huh?
Of course, Maxima knows if only due to cynical nature that it's likely something different than that, even if Mignon believes otherwise -- which is exactly why he doesn't try to contest her claim. His eyes tell him a different story than her words do, analyzing and charting build, height, weight, and energy readings of various sorts. The data gathered is stored, tucked away neatly to be mulled over later. Because, after all-- the match has started.
And Mignon comes just as he requested, shooting across the space between them at rapid speeds. Flipping over him, it would seem that Maxima has no time to even respond properly as she armlocks, and begins to attempt to pull him backwards. Yet... there's the simple laws of physics to deal with. Even talented as Mignon is, Maxima weighs close to five hundred pounds. And as she attempts to lift, though she strains and irritates his arms... Maxima doesn't move.
"You've got good perseverence!" he notes, good-naturedly, as she tugs. But as she does, Maxima begins to pull -back-, moving forward with a sudden buck to quickly launch MIGNON off her feet and into the air, to send her flying -away- from him. Very persistant, but -- something tells him even then, he should probably hold back a bit.

COMBATSYS: Maxima successfully hits Mignon with Quick Throw.

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Maxima           0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0           Mignon

JUST LIKE THE LITTLE TRAIN WHO COULD, Mignon continues to strain, and pull, and tug. She thinks she can she thinks she can she thinks she can sh-she's getting whipped forwards and off her feet, into the air as she pulls and tugs. For those watching at home, Mignon gets pretty plastered, flipping about before she ends up not landing on her feet, but from the force, slamming against a wall at the far side of the restaurant.

Wow he throws far! Mignon pulls herself off the wall, staggering forwards. "MIGNON'S OKAY! She thinks.." She calls from the far side of the battlefield, and then, skips forwards, leaping over a waiter, before flipping over a circular table, and landing on her feet towards Maxima again. "Wooooah.. Mignon hasn't been thrown like that EVER! You must be reaaaallly strong!" She's not unhappy about it at all, either, and while Maxima tests via readings..

Mignon tests via fighting! And smiling still, even if more than lightly bruised, Mignon will not stand down! "Heehee.. Mignon is still raring to go! Don't you worry because Mignon isn't going to give up never ever!" Bouncing on her feet, Mignon's left to wonder just how strong Maxima is!

Only one way to find out! "Okay, now Mignon's ready .. here Mignon comes!" And she doesn't rush forwards, but instead, spin around with a PIKU, and extend a hand out.

"FIRE!" And a fire ball, of less than spherical shape, is born out of the air, roaring in flame as it's just LAUNCHED at Maxima!

It'll explode. Because chi things do that! IT'S MAGIC. Magic chi!

COMBATSYS: Mignon successfully hits Maxima with Fire Ball EX.

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Maxima           0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0           Mignon

A burning ball of fire.
That's never a good thing, is it?
Watching without movement as Mignon comes to a stand, Maxima really hasn't... budged an inch since the fight started. Though it hasn't been going on long now, Mignon seems to have taken quite a beating from that one simple fling. Maxima will have to pull it back a bit. Though...
... It doesn't seem Mignon feels the same, and she shouldn't! As that ball of fire is HURLED at the cyborg, his legs tense, preparing to simply -leap- out of the way... but to no avail. It moves just a bit too fast, crashing into Maxima's chest with the burning sensation of chi, rather than actual fire. And it is as such, he knows; his scanners read out spiking levels of the girl's chi even after the launched the ball. Interesting magic!
The force of it is enough to send Maxima staggering back one step, and then another... but soon enough, he's righted himself, and he comes -running- towards Mignon, still moving at rather swift speeds. "Here -I- come!", he declares. His own movement is rather simple. As he runs forward, he'll dip down low, and at the last second... -jerk- his right arm forward, intent on smacking the elbow of it upside Mignon's head. Fast, but... undeniably strong. "HMPH!"

COMBATSYS: Mignon dodges Maxima's Quick Punch.

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Maxima           0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0           Mignon

As the fireball strikes. Mignon is happy alright! And slightly leaping for joy, too. She was having some trouble with that spell but it looks like persistence pays off in the end! .. Or maybe he's just really, really, large and hard to miss. Who knows!

But as Maxima staggers forwards, and then comes running at Mignon, Mignon .. knows that she should get out of the way! "Woah!" She cries out. He's moving fast.. and as he dips low and jerks his right arm forwards.. Mignon's kicking off the ground, Maxima's elbow smashing into air, but almost rubbing against her leg. Mignon, meanwhile, lands from the flip, wiping off her brow. "Whew! Mignon though she was done for, but she's still in it yet!" And with Maxima's back towards her .. Mignon takes advantage of it!

"And a swing and a miss for Mr. Maxima!," She jokes with her voice, acting like an announcer, and then back to normal, "But Mignon still thinks he's cool!" Giggling, Mignon's smiling wide.. but her next action may not be so 'happy'.

Which involves pressing her palm against the small of Maxima's back. And then focusing her chi. He'll feel electric jolts of chi begin to lash out, if she connects, and if he doesn't do anything about it, Maxima's huge frame is going to be charged enough for her next strike. "LIGHTNING BOLT!" She cries out!

And then lightly palms his back.

The resulting build up of chi will send Maxima spinning wildly forwards! .. Unless he just walks a step out of the way.

Mignon's .. not that fast with it.

COMBATSYS: Maxima interrupts Lightning Bolt from Mignon with Maxima Lift.

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Maxima           0/-------/--=====|=======\====---\1           Mignon

Well, Mignon is certainly speedy, she has that much going for her. Admittedly slown down thanks to the distraction of the fireball, that swift sweep of his elbow still hits nothing more than open air. Blinking as it swings straight past, his dark brown eyes jerk towards the side, looking to the would-be witch as she makes a landing. He stands, smiles, and pulls back a single step... waiting.
"You're pretty fast, huh? And I've bet you've still got a lot of room to grow." As he speaks, Mignon rushes at him, trying to press a hand to his back. That electricity begins to jolt, but even as she does so, the massive Canadian is struggling -through- it, powering through those bursts of electrical chi to grasp Mignon with his large hands before she can complete the action.
"Not yet...!"
Like a ragdoll, Mignon is lifted straight up into the air with disorienting speeds... and then brought down, stomach-first, against the large man's upraised right knee. The impact would be more than enough to force the air from her lungs, but before she can respond... Maxima will lightly throw her back and away, gaining distance as she flies. "Whew! That stung!"


Enemy Maxima has broken free of Paralysis! Enemy Maxima ... GRABS MIGNON WITH MEATY HANDS. And that's when Mignon eeps out, "AIeeeee!" She calls out, grabs, lifted straight up into the air like she was in some kind of carnival ride, and brought downwards afterwards. She LOVES those rides.

SLAM. But not when they end with her getting slammed with an upraised right knee, causing the air to flee from her lungs as if there were WILD TIGERS loose in them. And as she's thrown back and away, off the dance floor. Mignon slams heavy against the ground.

Clutching her throat, for a bit, it's hard for her to breath. But a few seconds later. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASP. "Ahha... Hah... hah... Mignon .. ow .. Mignon didn't expect him to be .. so .. oww .. stronggggg." Coughing once more, Mignon staggers forwards. "Mignon guesses... she really does ... but Mignon will show you ... just how good of a witch she is!"

Leaping upwards, Mignon kicks off the wall and lands on the balcony. "Mignon will show you her best, okay? Because Mignon wants to show you just how strong she is!" And raising both hands, from all the way up there, Mignon begins to drain herself of all that pent up energy she's gained from Maxima tossing her around .. there's alot of it!

The baubles seem to be helping, white lights from across them trailing to the middle of her chest, where her heart is, and then to her arms.. where a rather massive white sphere is being formed.

"Here .. Mignon ... GOES!" She says out, grinning, but pained, and the large white LOVE BALL, seriously it's sparkling and almost pink, heads down towards Maxima. And like some kind of spirit Bomb, not only plans to slam into him, but explode in a big sparkly POOF. It's almost like a shockwave of chi energy as it explodes! .. It shouldn't blow up the ground though. That'd be expensive!

After it explodes, sparklies rain down too!

COMBATSYS: Maxima blocks Mignon's Heartful Present.

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Maxima           0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0           Mignon

He can sense it before he even sees what Mignon is creating. The sudden, surging spikes in chi that typically indicate that Something Bad is about to happen, coupled with Mignon slowly but surely gathering chi into her waiting hands. He watches her recovery and then that subsequent rise of power with an arched brow, and a prepared stance... lowering himself to better deal with what comes next.
"That sure is a lot of chi," he muses. And then it finally takes form before him, congregating into a white sphere of energy, growing larger and larger... and then.
Fired -off- straight at him. It cuts through the air, sizzling with power and burning white-hot with almost ridiculous pink sparkles. There's a moment where he just stares. His right hand rears back, fist opening up fully into that massive appendage. Without a word, that hand thrusts FORWARD in a blur of blue leather and massive arm, his cybernetic limb greeting that massive globe of power palm-first.
Not BOOM. POOF. The shockwave rocks through Maxima's arm, but he yet stands his ground, weathering the storm and the rain of sparkles. His entire arm is sore, but otherwise... he seems fine. "Huh," he begins with the heave of his breath, "that was pretty strong!"
Rather than waste time on compliments, however, Maxima is already moving -forward- as soon as he can. As he moves in, his right knee juts -outward-, seeking to ram it in a simple, slightly slowed, strike to Mignon's stomach. "HMPH!!"

COMBATSYS: Mignon dodges Maxima's Light Kick.

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Maxima           0/-------/--=====|-------\-------\0           Mignon

... Woah did he just ...

A single arm ripping through her best assault?! Mignon's eyes open and close rather quickly. "Woooooooooooooooahhhh..." She comments, this time out load, Mignon standing there a bit tired. He's really strong! As if it wasn't obvious by now though .. Mignon certainly didn't expect it, at least. Not immediately.

And he's ALREADY rush. "Uh.. THANKS! Mignon's really trying her hardest, and she's going to keep on doing her best against you, Mr. Maxima! Even if you're stronger, Mignon is one tough cookie!" And that's when Maxima is already moving forwards, his knee jutting outwards, seeking to ram straight into her stomach with it!

And Mignon's already gone again. The energy poof gave her ample time to use those sparklies to her advantage, the pink schoolgirl witch leaping from her spot and then to another, a table, empty. "Mignon's really doing good.... but she can't let it get to her head! Mr. Maxima could really hurt her!"

And with that.. "Here comes another Mr. Maxima!" It may start to get a LITTLE repetitious, because this time, a swirling vortex of wind is born! "Dive Wind Spirit!" The swirling vortex of chi erupts from her hands as she spins backwards, but not off, the table!

.. She sure has alot of those, doesn't she.

COMBATSYS: Maxima interrupts Windstorm from Mignon with Maxima Missile.

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Maxima           0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0           Mignon

She is quite persistent! It's a good quality, at least in Maxima's book. Even if he is, in fact, stronger, she still chugs along, still attempts to make her way in the fight. It means, to the cyborg at least, that she'll grow stronger and more talented in no time.
But in the here and now, Mignon isn't quite fast enough to deal with Maxima. Even though she manages to get straight out of the way of his incoming leg, he is already twisting to look -straight- where she lands, tracking not only by mere sight, but by heat signature, chi signatures -- everything. She speaks, and he smiles. "You are tough! But... I'm going to take this up a notch, alright?"
The explanation for his words are only given when Mignon begins to create that windy twister of chi. With the proclamation, that energy comes...
But Maxima? Is already -right there-.
In one single moment, Mignon will find that vortex of wind suddenly -disrupted- by the crash of a single fist SOARING through it. It disperses the winds, ending them prematurely and shunting off a lot of the power it had built up... and then, that massive fist keeps -going-, rocketing forward and up to SLAM into the witch's chin in a painful collision course which will likely send her -straight- into the air. "HMPH!!"


Y-Wait a second. That's not her wind going forwards, that's a massive Canadian cyborg slamming his fist forwards, rocketing through and then INTO the witch's chin in a painful collision course which sends Mignon flailing upwards, into the air, and TOUCHING THE TOP of the building. With her head.

Headache right there! "Ow .. ow ow ow ..." Mignon winces. She's not feeling so good, suddenly. Perhaps it's because Maxima was able to slam her straight up to the top of the building in a single punch. "Mignon ... really guesses you're incredibly tough! .. But Mignon's .. not done yet!"

And so, oh Maxima, you will see Mignon's swan dive.

Letting go from the top of the building, Mignon spins as she falls towards Maxima.. and around her, her chi begins to form. Slowly though .. And when she touches down, it is not simply with her feet on the ground, no, but with an eruption of water all around her. "WATER UP!" She cries, and that's when the torrent begins.

"Mignon's .. going to keep it up still!"

But she's really about to collapse at this point!

COMBATSYS: Maxima endures Mignon's Water Shield.

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Maxima           0/-------/=======|=------\-------\0           Mignon

She's certainly agile. Maxima gives a little, impressed whistle as he notices Mignon's graceful recovery -- though a wince precedes that, unable to help but feel a bit sympathetic for the other fighter. She's outclassed here, sadly, and while she'll likely improve with time -- in the here and now, she doesn't stand a chance.
That doesn't stop her from trying, though. With that graceful swan dive, Mignon goes spinning. Even as she does, Maxima's body is tensing in preparation. "Alright... since you've given it all you've got, I'll show you one of my better techniques, okay? It's gonna hurt, so..." Mignon lands with that sudden eruption of chi-summoned water, even as Maxima begins to pull back, right fist cocking backwards.
"I apologize in advance!!"
With that sad, Maxima suddenly PROPELS himself forward, straight into that shield of watery chi that surrounds Mignon. He takes the full brunt of it, wincing from the sting of the chi lacing the waters. But he still keeps going, swinging that fist downwards in a punch aimed for Mignon. It seems simple, really.
That is, until his wrist -sprouts cannons-.
Inches from her body, Maxima's wrist suddenly -blossoms- outward in a series of armcannons that wreath his fist. Before that apparent punch can connect, those cannons all ignite, firing off a MASSIVE gout of steam. No chi here, just pure, pressurized air, bursting free from the confines of those cannons and seeking to crash into Mignon's chest roughly with more force than any punch ever could. If it connects... it's going to hurt.
A lot.

COMBATSYS: Mignon fails to interrupt Vapour Cannon from Maxima with Fire Ball.

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Maxima           1/-----==/=======|

COMBATSYS: Mignon can no longer fight.

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Maxima           1/-----==/=======|

It's true, Mignon doesn't stand a chance. But Mignon never lets that stop her! While alone she may be outclassed, usually there would be another with her to help such things out. But in this situation, it's all on her. And as she lands, even with her small shield, it fades rather quickly.. and Maxima apologizes? What for?

Well, as he erupts through the water shield, Mignon gasps. "Wow.. Mr. Maxima!" She responds. But that's about all, really. Because his wrist SPROUTS CANNONS. And a massive gout of steam from the cannons crashes towards Mignon. Well. There's little to say. OR do.

Because as Maxima slams a fist, what little energy she has, Mignon summons up a fire ball. "FI-" The air burns through the chi. The air also slams into Mignon. With a shriek, Mignon's not just tossed out of the little circle of chi water, but through the nearest wall, or at least, slamming hard into it.

However, much unlike before, she's not getting up. Even if she tries. The strike knocks her out almost immediately.

Perhaps, it's a good thing though.


Not a very pleasant technique, for anyone who has the misfortune of having to deal with it. Mignon gets to experience this first hand, and, though she valiently attempts to strike out -through- the attack, it all goes for naught. The vapor crashes in with surprising, pressurized force, and then off goes Mignon, blasting through the air and already, clearly, out of the fight.
Again, the burly Canadian winces. His wrist closing with a series of metallic clacking sounds, he rubs it slowly, looking towards where Mignon lands. "Yeesh," he mutters, mildly concerned. "Err... hopefully she's alright." Well, of course she will be, otherwise she wouldn't be a fighter. Even so, medics from the Neo League crew come in calmly, scooping Mignon up to put her on a stretcher and carry her off for medical attention. Okay or not, she's likely still going to need some tending.
Now alone, Maxima stands in the middle of the arena, staring almost blankly. "... Ahem," he coughs, clearing his throat as he turns to the cameras and the audience. He rubs the back of his neck, before both his arms stretch up... and flex. Gotta get in SOME posing to make himself more well-known, right?! RIGHT.
So flex, Maxima does, and flex mightily indeed.

COMBATSYS: Maxima takes no action.

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Maxima           1/-----==/=======|

COMBATSYS: Maxima has ended the fight here.

Log created on 18:03:43 10/18/2007 by Maxima, and last modified on 12:31:16 10/20/2007.