tvklogs | Cuz when the road feels too long, I'll still be holding on, I'm gonna keep on going, I know I'll be

WHO:

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WHAT: THE CONTEST IS ABOUT TO BEGIN! WHICH OF THESE FIGHTERS WILL GO HOME A CHAMPION?
WHEN: Saturday, December 18th
WHERE: Shopping District, wherever it's most crowded.
RATING: It's gonna get rough and rowdy up in here. Plus Juri is her own warning.

The day seemed perfectly normal. The are was covered in shoppers trying to get in their holiday gift buying. The air was chilly, the sky was clear, and hardly anything seemed out of place. It was all so... ripe. Ripe for someone to take the boring little scene and smear a bit of ink on it. Give the world some color. And no person was better suited for the job than a certain deadly spider who had somehow managed to blend her way into the scene.

It was just a matter of scoping out her target, now. And if he, for whatever reason, didn't show up, well... She'd have plenty of people around to have fun with, regardless. And she knew that he was well aware of her tendencies. Ah, the little games people play...

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Excusez-moi... [ Worming his way through the crowd should be easier than this, but the streets are packed with holiday shoppers. Abel feels guilty, the excessive politeness a pathetic attempt at assuaging his conscience.

I took this deal, and people are going to get hurt. What were the chances of getting the answers he wanted? A two-year-old chase throughout the world, each answer leading to more questions. The probability for success felt small, yet... ]

Okay, let's get this over with. [ Abel stands in front of Juri, ignoring the stares of the crowd around them. ]

Mm... Eager to eat your teeth, huh? Can't say I blame you. Must feel absolutely divine coming from someone like me, riiiight~? -Juri stretched out her leg behind her.-

No, I'm eager to find out the answers I need. [ It's a throaty growl, kept low so only Juri can hear. Abel bears his teeth like an annoyed cat, staring at the leg that'll soon kick him into a mess. ] And you better not hold out on me, Juri Han. [ Abel spreads his feet into a defensive stance. ]

You want it all, huh? I hope you're stretched enough to take it! -And in a blink just after that poor innuendo, Juri was on the attack, immediately moving into a series of fast kicks.-

Hng! [ Abel crosses his arms into a block, deflecting Juri's feet by a second. The soles of his feet drag across the pavement, forced backwards by the power of her hits.

There isn't much of an opening through the barrage of kicks. In the name of offense, Abel sacrifices some defense as he lowers one of his arms, shielding himself with only a single forearm—it's a lot more painful this way.

Abel hisses in discomfort as he exhales slowly. Instead of paying attention to his free arm, he hopes Juri is too busy trying to drive him off onto a staircase that's right behind him.

Quicker than he looks, Abel uses his free arm to throw himself into a roll towards Juri. Using the impact of his body colliding against her, Abel stands up for less than a second, dives into a grab, then delivers a series of low and high punches. As she staggers backwards, he grabs onto her again, jumps up into the air with her in tow, spins both of them in the air, and forces her body onto the pavement with the momemtum of their bodies.

Heartless (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6zbfiVcbdw). ] Get up. [ Abel peers down at Juri. ]

Edited 2011-12-19 22:30 (UTC)

-Her cry of pain sounded less like a normal one and more like something far more sexual... But that was the usual for her. And he didn't have to tell her twice. With a spinning windmill kick, she rose to her feet, attempting to drive him back. Fighting him at grappling distance was stupid enough...-

[ That sound isn't right. It's not the shrill, pitiful sound of a wounded soldier afraid for his life, or the weak, staccato grunt of a sparring partner giving up.

No, this is low, a moan of something Abel isn't used to hearing, but isn't too much of a sheltered child not to understand. It's...concerning, not because his hits aren't taking enough damage, but because she might be enjoying herself a bit too much.

Juri caught on quickly, the signs of a dangerous opponent—he's useless from far away, the bane of Judo and CQC. Somehow, he'll have to close the distance, while taking minimal damage, or he'll never win. Abel dashes backwards, trying to avoid her spinning kick, back in the same position as before—losing ground. ] Getting tired? [ It's a useless taunt, a desperate break as he searches for something that will bring his grasp closer to her. ]

I haven't met the man who can wear me out! -Another series of kicks once she was righted, though she seemed to intentionally keep herself just slightly off balance, allowing the motion to flow naturally as she went from kick to kick.-

[ Some people were starting to run, shrieking frantically for the police. The brave or reckless ones stayed and started shouting for who they'd thought would win.

Abel wishes they'd all leave. Walking liabilities, distractions he can't afford when Juri drags him across the street, his ankles raw from friction.

Annoyed, Abel jumps backwards, breaking the barrage of kicks...

...and he suddenly stops, moaning as if in pain. His vision starts to change from the corners of his eyes into a washed out, monochrome view sucking out all the colors, and he growls weakly, grabbing at his head. ] N—nooooooooo...

-The excitement on Juri's own face at that was palpable.- Yeah... Yeah! That's it! Don't fight it, Abel! Let the monster free!

[ That disgusting, wonderful surge of power, his entire body itching to crush something, or someone. Juri's taunts weren't helping, yet...

He has to win this fight. Though there's people all around them, knowing his past is paramount. Fighting this madness is always painful, and leaves him exhausted. If he keeps trying...

Abel falls into a kneeling position, his hands propping him away from the pavement. There's a predatory, virile growl, and then he stands up, facing backwards. ] Ehehahahahah! [ He turns around, his eyes gone demonic, grey-on-black. ] I don't have much time, so make sure to make this...fun!

It's about time you showed up to the party, handsome...

-And with a mad laugh, Juri once again rushed her opponent, moving into a series of lightning fast kicks, each aiming at a different target. The look on her face said it all. This was exactly what she had wanted. The panicked screams in the background swelled like a symphony. A fitting score for their battle. It was how she always wanted it. If only she had her eye, it'd all be perfect...-

Cuz when the road feels too long, I'll still be holding on, I'm gonna keep on going, I know I'll be

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