I need to pick up the pace on this thing.
Sorry about the shitty writing. I might come back for grammar and pacing later on. Tell me if anything seems weird and I'll hop on it.
I'm feeling kind of bad for being in the top 4 spots (earliest updated spots) on the KOF section of FF. Other people should upload more often so I don't feel so self concious.
Feed me reviews pls.
In case you've read my other stories, All the characters are consistent with eachother. I'm putting Heidern in the next one. He'll show up here too, but not until Ikari flies up to Florida, like maybe 2 chapters? (lol Literally all of my chapter predictions are wrong.)
Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous.
The air hissed as a burning hand shot just inches past Kyo's ear. It struck a large mailbox, sending it flying into the building behind it. No. It punched right through the building, snapping through concrete beams like they were toothpicks. This idiot's strength was absurd. Almost cartoonish.
This is why I hate fighting the Blood Riot! Fuck! ...3… 10. There, the left! Watch the knee.
Kyo ducked. A punch flew out, singeing the hairs on the back of his neck. Kyo rolled out from beneath his opponent before he ate the knee strike.
This was worse than what Kyo had anticipated. The Riot was strong and fast. Stronger and faster than how Kyo remembered him. He had taken Riot Iori down once before with Daimon and Benimaru. Despite all of them being in peak condition, it had been an exceedingly strenuous ordeal. It took nearly half an hour, but they finally subdued him after breaking one of his arms, popping the other out of socket and choking him until he passed out.
Yeah, I'm not gonna be able to pull off a dogpile right now. That battle had left all of us scratched to shit.
Iori screeched as orange flames exploded all over him. Kyo had planted them there as he was dodging strikes. It was just a formality though - fire did next to nothing here. When they first began jousting, Riot had burst through his wall of flames with nary a second thought.
Iori stopped howling as Kyo's flames were eaten by purples ones. He shook himself, then snapped his vacant gaze to his opponent and smiled. Not a nice smile either - Iori didn't own a kind smile. If he was smiling, it meant he had: either gotten completely drunk, just maimed somebody or has gone completely batshit again.
Maybe he's all three right now. Who knows?
Batshit Iori cackled and flicked metal shavings out from beneath his fingernails. Behind him, the steel telephone pole he had ripped through fell over with a crash.
Kyo watched it fall and winced as it impacted into the pavement with a heavy metallic thud. If Iori got ahold of him, he could very possibly lose a limb. A good body shot would scramble his organs. Those claws were deadly, but not only because they could dismember him in an instant. They were deadly because each finger was dripping with diseased blood.
This fucking zombie disease. Fuck. How the hell am I supposed to fight him!
This meant Kyo would need to avoid Iori's hands entirely, he couldn't parry or block those strikes for danger of infection. However, it seemed he wouldn't be able parry and block anything else either. Riot's strength was so ridiculous, Kyo feared he might break a bone if he took anything head on. He felt like he was trying to box with a grizzly bear.
I'd take the bear anyday…
The only thing left to do was dance around until he could land a knockout. If he was going to survive this, he needed to be patient and careful. If he panicked, he was as good as dead. This operation needed to be more meticulous than surgery and more strategic than chess. One wrong move and he was finished.
Next… 4, he'll come over here. Then 1 again… 2 strikes. Left, Right? Right, Left?
Fortunately, Kyo was well accustomed to working under high pressure. Stress made him sharp and focused. He observed his crazed rival almost calmly, trying to read his movements, determining his attack patterns… counting his steps.
The Riot fought very differently than sane Iori. His movements were amatuer-ish. He flailed about, sometimes even tripping over his feet. It looked like a strange form of drunken boxing and was a far cry from the sharp, familiar, Yasakani style. In theory, he should be easy to take out. Riot wasn't any sturdier than Iori was. And Iori wasn't too sturdy, it took just one good punch to the temple to put him down. Kyo had done it countless times.
It was that instinct that spelled trouble.
Iori had a sixth sense. There was really no other way to explain it, and it was really annoying. He would dodge strikes almost miraculously. He could pick out the holes in your defense with a mere glance. You struck too early? You get a punch to the gut. You struck too late? You get your arm laid open to the bone. And Lord help you if you hesitated. He'd slit your throat in a split second. He wasn't the strongest fighter to participate in the KOF, but he certainly was the most unpleasant to fight. Even Kyo never came out unscathed.
Had Riot inherited something of this 'sixth sense'? Kyo wouldn't be able to tell unless he put himself at risk. The strange chaotic fighting style, mixed with lightning speed and physics-defying strength was bad enough. Adding magical fighting instinct made this a different sort of game. And right now, Kyo needed to know what sort of game they were playing.
"Gwooooooh… TRAITOR!"
The Riot whirled around and fixed his eyes on Kyo. He looked like a nightmare. His pupils were completely dilated and stared straight forward. There was blood and bits of stuff in his hands and teeth. He was covered in white powder - ash. Wounds stood out on his back like blood on snow. He stood there like a feral animal, behaved like one too. Nothing he did, nothing he said, made any sort of sense. His brain was all but empty. He was merely following the law of violence.
Only one thing seemed to followed any sort of pattern. Nine threes, then a four. 1, 2 from the arms - whether they be punches, scratches or elbow strikes. Then 3 - a kick, a knee strike, a dash, an extra kick for every tenth iteration.
There was no rhyme or reason to it, but it had been working for the past couple of minutes. The bastard was too fast. Kyo needed to predict rather than react if he wanted to dodge anything.
4…1, 1 than 2. Looks like it's gonna be the left first… elbow strike?
In an instant, Riot had closed the distance between them. He howled as he crunched his arm through the building edifice. The structure groaned and bits of brick began falling. Blood dribbling down Riot's chin, his teeth were red - don't let him bite… that's 1… 2. He's scratching! Move!
"The Earth! Traitor! HAHAHA. Paint. The king. THE PAINT! EAAARTH."
"Shut up!"
Riot had been talking to himself ever since they began fighting. Kyo could hear his teeth clicking shut between each syllable. The bastard didn't speak, so much as spit the sounds out. He was talking, but didn't seem to listen to anything Kyo had to say. Not so different from normal Yagami, actually...
The real Iori Yagami didn't seem to be doing anything to help either. Now that he thought about it, every single time he had fought the Blood Riot - whether in Leona or Iori - the host had always been resisting desperately from within. The results, Kyo now realized, were substantial.
If Yagami would come out and make the Riot seize up for just a moment, it would give Kyo the opportunity to finish this. All he needed was a clear shot at the back of the head. If he could just burst the artery there… Ahh fuck, come on man.
"YAGAMI YOU USELESS FUCKER, GET OUT HERE!"
"Ahahahhaaa! The king. The King! The King!"
"SHUT UP YOU!"
Kyo stepped back to avoid a swift kick to his shins. He knew he couldn't dodge forever. His was going to guess wrong eventually and take a hit. Riot didn't seem to be tiring. He didn't seem to be getting frustrated either. He was quite content swing at air and didn't show any signs of giving up.
"BACK. THE KING. BACK! PAINT. FAST. PAINT."
Shit.
The smoke was stinging Kyo's eyes, yet he couldn't afford to look away for even a moment. He watched the movements of his opponent carefully. He was twisted to the left, so the next strike would be from the left hand. A swath of purple flames flew at Kyo's head.
"PAINT PAINT. NO TIME. KING"
There.
1 Iori had swung wide. His entire body twisted to follow the trajectory of his strike until he was facing away from Kyo - who had ducked neatly to avoid being decapitated. Next was 2, another arm strike, but Kyo wasn't in arms reach. He was standing behind the Riot, preparing to crush his skull.
"FAST FAST. PAINT. HERE. BACK. back ... ow. "
It's over.
Riot turned partially to look behind him. He wasn't smiling anymore. Kyo thought he saw panic in those wide eyes. No matter. In Southtown, it was kill or be killed, and Kyo was going to survive at all costs.
Bye Yagami. It's been fun.
Kyo aimed at the base of the neck and, with a shout, threw all he had into the punch. Flames swirled wildly around his arm. He briefly wondered if this strike would blow off Iori's head entirely. Just splatter his brains all over the place… well, it wouldn't be the worst thing Kyo had done today.
He felt the impact in his shoulde-… wait.
Shoulder?
What?
Riot had broken his pattern. He had used his momentum to smoothly whirl about and strike Kyo in the shoulder with his knee. Kyo's punch was thrown off course, missing its target entirely. The flames flew into another building and set it alight.
Shit! Shit I'm dead. What the hell was that? Instinct? Blood Riot has it too? Fuck. Oh Fuck me. Did he suddenly learn how to kick? At least my shoulder isn't broken. He didn't hit me very hard… Shit, was it a feint?
Kyo stumbled forward. The roles were reversed now. Riot was behind him, and no doubt ready to pull out his spine. Kyo felt dread sit heavily in his chest. He had done everything perfectly. Was it still not enough to kill that animal? For fuck's sake, he had taken down Orochi! Now he was going to be killed by one of that demon's lackeys. Fuck! Run? Fuck!
Run? You can't outrun him. Don't be dumb. What now? You're dead. I'm dead. That's it. Fuck. Die fighting! Go down fighting. Kill the bastard! Kill-
"Kusanagi, you asshat! What the hell was that for?"
eh?
"And is that my car? Did you steal my fucking car?"
"…"
lul.
Riot fights at a 3.1 ratio. (3*9)+4=31, divide by ten, you get an average amount of moves of 3.1(4159). I kinda needed some value to base this off of, and decided, since nature loves standing waves so much, I'll base it off pi. (Take any physics class... a LOT of the formulas have pi in them, and not only stuff to do with circles. Like even schrdinger equation has pi [hbar=h/2pi]) haha... yeah. I can teach you math. PM me your math homework. I'm not even kidding. (Don't give me your theoretical math tho. I hate set theory)
I'm complete garbage at writing fight scenes. sorry. Next episode is no chill Yag. (the best yag). I'll do my best to get these two out of SouthTown asap. I'm getting bored of it.