SNK vs Capcom: The Greater Demon?
Both Iori and Demitri were being bombarded by slam dancers around them, yet they maintained their focus on one another, like starving beasts studying their delicious prey.
Iori once again made the first move, as he lept into the air at the Vampire, and tried to pound his fist into the top of his skull. Demitri blocked the wild attack and returned it with backfist to Iori's jaw. As powerful as the blow was, Iori seemed to not even take notice, as he landed and slammed his own left hand into Demitri's gut.
The Count doubled over from the gut-punch connecting with the wound Iori had caused earlier, and felt the Possessed Orochi warrior grab onto his forehead. Upon doing so, Iori's hand yet again lit up with a blast of flame, right as he forced his opponent onto the ground. Demitri's cape seemed to come to life on it's own, as it flapped on it's own accord to disperse the flames surrounding it's master's body.
Demitri wasn't on the ground for long, when he back flipped back up onto his feet; but before he could ready himself, Iori was already aggressing. Luckily Iori's attacks were wild, and the Count was able to evade the crimson haired fighter's left uppercut to right uppercut combo by weaving around them in and almost ghostly manner. After the right uppercut, Iori locked his hands together and tried to double hammer onto the vampire, but Demitri was too swift, and teleported out of it's way.
Iori sensed Demitri teleport behind and above him, and sidestepped the Count's drill kick attack. Iori tried to retaliate with a swiping backfist that soared under a ducking Demitri, and Demitri was given a prime opportunity to return the favor in kind. Focusing into his demon form, Demitri turned a bright blue and spun into an uppercut with his arms folded with a shout of 'DEMON CRADLE'. The attack connected eight times sending Iori flying backward into the now scattering crowd members who were trying to flee from the meyley.
Iori got up, threw his head and arms back, screamed at the top of his lungs in frustration. He instinctually knew that he had not gained the upperhand against his opponent, and he had to finish it right there. Snapping forward after stopping his scream, Iori ran blindly at his opponent, consumed in a fatal fury. Demitri smiled and spread his arms wide, and upon doing so, he had broken down into a coupl dozen or so black flame enveloped bats that swarmed after the possessed man......
Iori awoke in a large black satin covered bed, his wounds and bruises being tended by four beautiful, yet unnaturally pale women wearing black and only slightly opaque gowns. All of them withdrew when they noticed their patient had stirred.
"Ah, you've finally awakened! I was beginning to wonder if I had overestimated your endurance," calmly spoke a familiar voice, "Your battle prowess is indeed formidable, I was honored to match against such a competent opponent such as you."
"Wh-where am I," asked Iori, bringing his hand to his aching forehead. He usually had severed headaches after being consumed in a blood riot, mainly due to the infernal pounding in his head when possessed.
"You need not worry, you are my guest, and that is all that should matter to you right now. I have some other business to attend to while I'm here, I have long overlooked my German branch offices and I suspect they have been lax." Demitri swept his hand wide to gesture to the women that were stood to the side, "My attendants are at your whim, but have been instructed not to let you leave until my return. Until then I suggest you make the most of the situation."
"What is it you want from me, creature," Iori demanded.
"Heh, 'creature'? Tell me Yagami-san, which one of us is the greater demon? As for what it is I require of you, it is your skills combined with mine in a tournament of your choosing. It matters not to me which one, as long as the knowledge gets out that I am fighting along side you."
Demitri gave a polite nod as he headed up the black marble stairs and out the out the penthouse door. As soon as he was sure that Demitri was gone, Iori traced his hand from his forehead down to rub his sore neck, and felt two puncture wounds.
To Be Continued.......
Both Iori and Demitri were being bombarded by slam dancers around them, yet they maintained their focus on one another, like starving beasts studying their delicious prey.
Iori once again made the first move, as he lept into the air at the Vampire, and tried to pound his fist into the top of his skull. Demitri blocked the wild attack and returned it with backfist to Iori's jaw. As powerful as the blow was, Iori seemed to not even take notice, as he landed and slammed his own left hand into Demitri's gut.
The Count doubled over from the gut-punch connecting with the wound Iori had caused earlier, and felt the Possessed Orochi warrior grab onto his forehead. Upon doing so, Iori's hand yet again lit up with a blast of flame, right as he forced his opponent onto the ground. Demitri's cape seemed to come to life on it's own, as it flapped on it's own accord to disperse the flames surrounding it's master's body.
Demitri wasn't on the ground for long, when he back flipped back up onto his feet; but before he could ready himself, Iori was already aggressing. Luckily Iori's attacks were wild, and the Count was able to evade the crimson haired fighter's left uppercut to right uppercut combo by weaving around them in and almost ghostly manner. After the right uppercut, Iori locked his hands together and tried to double hammer onto the vampire, but Demitri was too swift, and teleported out of it's way.
Iori sensed Demitri teleport behind and above him, and sidestepped the Count's drill kick attack. Iori tried to retaliate with a swiping backfist that soared under a ducking Demitri, and Demitri was given a prime opportunity to return the favor in kind. Focusing into his demon form, Demitri turned a bright blue and spun into an uppercut with his arms folded with a shout of 'DEMON CRADLE'. The attack connected eight times sending Iori flying backward into the now scattering crowd members who were trying to flee from the meyley.
Iori got up, threw his head and arms back, screamed at the top of his lungs in frustration. He instinctually knew that he had not gained the upperhand against his opponent, and he had to finish it right there. Snapping forward after stopping his scream, Iori ran blindly at his opponent, consumed in a fatal fury. Demitri smiled and spread his arms wide, and upon doing so, he had broken down into a coupl dozen or so black flame enveloped bats that swarmed after the possessed man......
Iori awoke in a large black satin covered bed, his wounds and bruises being tended by four beautiful, yet unnaturally pale women wearing black and only slightly opaque gowns. All of them withdrew when they noticed their patient had stirred.
"Ah, you've finally awakened! I was beginning to wonder if I had overestimated your endurance," calmly spoke a familiar voice, "Your battle prowess is indeed formidable, I was honored to match against such a competent opponent such as you."
"Wh-where am I," asked Iori, bringing his hand to his aching forehead. He usually had severed headaches after being consumed in a blood riot, mainly due to the infernal pounding in his head when possessed.
"You need not worry, you are my guest, and that is all that should matter to you right now. I have some other business to attend to while I'm here, I have long overlooked my German branch offices and I suspect they have been lax." Demitri swept his hand wide to gesture to the women that were stood to the side, "My attendants are at your whim, but have been instructed not to let you leave until my return. Until then I suggest you make the most of the situation."
"What is it you want from me, creature," Iori demanded.
"Heh, 'creature'? Tell me Yagami-san, which one of us is the greater demon? As for what it is I require of you, it is your skills combined with mine in a tournament of your choosing. It matters not to me which one, as long as the knowledge gets out that I am fighting along side you."
Demitri gave a polite nod as he headed up the black marble stairs and out the out the penthouse door. As soon as he was sure that Demitri was gone, Iori traced his hand from his forehead down to rub his sore neck, and felt two puncture wounds.
To Be Continued.......