SNK vs Capcom: Battle on Instinct
"LIVE from Velfarre in Tokyo, do we have a TREAT for you! Along with the utterly live and thrashing vibes and slamming techno beats, VELFARRE is proud to host tonight's King of Fighter's Matchup! THAT'S RIGHT! Along with the pumping adrenaline rush of the rhythm, we will be privy to one of the greatest battles the world has yet to see!"
"Tonight's matchup; team of the most vicious fighters you can come across. Deep from the Brazilian Jungles comes the six foot ten monstrosity of utter bestial fury.... BLANKA!!!!"
"Accompanying him also from Brazil, He claims to be as old as a decade and a half, to never have met an opponent powerful enough to defeat him while using both his hands, ORO!!!!!!"
"Their next teammate, a mountain of man, with the pride of his native blood, and the power to shatter boulders.... THUNDER HAWK!"
And lastly, their Striker for this match, a fighter with the jazz and rhythm of the greatest in the Caribbean... D-JAY Maximum!!!!"
"The opposing team only consists of two fighters, yet both of them are forces not to be underestimated. A man with powers as uncanny as the night, and strength nearly unmatched, head of Maximoff Industries, DEMITRI MAXIMOFF!!!!"
"His partner is well known in the KoF Tourney. One of the MOST ruthless and vicious fighters ever bred by Man..... IORI YAGAMI!!!!!"
"Due to the unorthodox number of their team, the judges have allowed them to be able to go Round Robin, meaning they can switch out in match whenever. Without further Ado, LET THE BATTLE AT JULIANA'S BEGIN!!!!!!!"
::Music for this match, two classic Juliana's in Tokyo/Velfarre beats, "Out of Space" by The Prodigy and "ReFlux" by Starr Gazer::
Blanka first jumped into the ring and let out a ferocious roar, absorbing the vibes from the crowd and the techno beats thumping in the air. Iori casually walked onto stage and with a slight smirk, and swayed into his fighting stance. The beast Man wildly jumped into the air, aiming to slash down upon his opponent. The crimson haired man didn't know of Blanka's fighting style, but could easily see this would be a battle he will waltz through. His opponent had no control or training, that will be his undoing.
Iori swung his harm in to sidestep, letting Blanka's attack scrape nothing but air. The Yagami Karateka slid his back braced foot back even further, and swung his right fist out for a backhand attack, when he was met by an electrifying jolt as hundreds of volts of electricity coursed through his body.
Iori wasn't seriously hurt in any fashion, but the attack shook him up. Blanka turned back to look at his opponent, with a smile stricken across his animalistic face.
"That..... was unexpected," Iori mumbled to himself, "looks like it may not be of my best interests for a close in combat game." With that, Iori's hand lit up with a purple spark that grew into a flame, as he swung it over and onto the ground. Blanka jumped back onto his hands then somersaulted into the air over Iori's attack. Iori had recovered from his beginning attack in enough time to spin into a jumping backhand, once again his hand lit with his Orochi power.
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Leona was working at her office, ready to retire to her bunk for the night. She had been training all day with Heidern, and he had been pushing her farther and farther as of late.
"A soldier can NEVER afford to stall on the battle field," she remember her commander yelling at her, "and your performance back in Portugal was extremely unacceptable."
Leona bit her lip at the recollection as she finished up her last bit of paperwork. Just then, Ralf and Clark burst through the door. Clark was still bandaged from their previous mission with broken ribs.
"Leona ::huff::, quick, to the break room," Ralf barely managed gasp out after running top speed to get her.
"What is it you want? I'm not in the mood to see another one of your silly wrestling programs or Ultimate Fighter bouts," Leona snapped. She didn't intend to, but she had said it in a way as to almost punish Ralf for the talkdown she had gotten from Heidern earlier.
"Heidern's watching it too, he suggested that we come get you," Said Clark in a calm and controlled voice. Obviously he had been running along with Ralf, but his tone of voice didn't show such. Leona quickly shot of from her desk and began to hastefully walk out the door alongside her comrades.
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Blanka let out a roar as he was consumed by purple fire and slammed into the ground. Iori heard the rhythmic shuffle of steps even over the rave music and screaming crowd, ducked to the side and slid past an aggressing D-Jay. Iori had managed to maneuver behind the Jamaican's double dread kick and turned around to shoulder shove him. Iori connected sending D-Jay to the ground, but the Yagami warrior didn't notice that Blanka had gotten enough time to recover, and was cannonballing straight for him.
A large puff of smoke appeared above the space between Iori and the hastily approaching Blanka, and from it came Demitri torpedoing at an angle to intercept the almost human cannonball. Iori jumped back to let his partner take the fight as the Vampire delivered a hearty roundhouse kick to Blanka's ribs, breaking a few. The man beast folded, and howled from the pain. Demitri smiled as he disappeared in just enough time for D-Jay to accidentally kick his own teammate, taking him out of the fight. Just then the Jamaican felt a steel grip around the back of his neck as he was tossed backwards.
"That was very kind of you," said Demitri with a chuckle.
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"Wha, what is Iori doing with him," Leona said, trying to hide her concern. Though she wouldn't admit it, she had some deep rooted feelings for the crimson haired man. She had rationalized it to be an effect of both of them having the Orochi taint in their blood.
"Apparently, they are teammates in the latest King of Fighters Tournament. What I want to know is why they are together." All four of them went silent, none of them able to come up with an explanation.
"Looks like to draw you guys out, he's not the forgiving type you know," said a young voice from behind them. Munching on an apple, stood Baby Bonnie Hood sans her picnic basket, "For a bunch of top notch mercs, you guys are sure lame on clues."
"Well, I would hate to disappoint him, looks like the Ikari Warriors will be in this year's King of Fighters Tournament also," said Heidern. "Ralf, you B.B. Hood, me, and Whip will be registering tomorrow. We'll get to the bottom of this and perhaps find out as to why we were set up into conflict with Demitri in the first place.
Leona's eyes widened at the mention of Whip's name, and B.B. Hood raised an eyebrow in concern, also noting that Leona wasn't mentioned. "Sir, why Whip? She hasn't had the combat experience I have had, and I know Iori, why am I not being included instead?"
"You know Iori seemingly TOO well," Replied Heidern, "plus after our last encounter with Demitri, I think you need more discipline before you meet against him again." Leona stiffened up and let out a somber "yes, sir" as she turned and walked out the room.
She can understand why Heidern lost confidence in her, but something in her was screaming that she HAD to see Iori again. She slowly walked back to her bunker, fighting back tears. "Look at me, crying like a little child. Perhaps I do need to train harder."
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Both Blanka and T-Hawk were out of the fight, with only Oro left and D-Jay barely standing. Oro made a gesture with his unbound hand, as several items from around the arena; chairs, drink glasses, and such, rose into the air and started encircling him.
Iori was cradling his left shoulder from being slammed into the ground by T-Hawk's Storm Hammer slam. In Iori's mind, he noted he was not as concentrated as he usually is, as if something was slightly clouding his judgment. Aside from that, he felt stronger than he's ever been without being in the Orochi blood riot, and faster too.
Demitri was smiling brilliantly, as he had not gained any damage during the whole matchup. Oro hopped at Demitri attacking with his unbound hand as well as the objects floating around him. Demitri was still smiling viciously as he parried and dodged some of Oro's best in close techniques and flying objects. As soon as he received an opening, Demitri spun into a backfist, connecting squarely with the side of Oro's face.
"Now, ATTACK!" Iori heard in his head. Dismissing it as just instinct, Iori's hand lit up one last time with Orochi fire, spun around, and leaped into the air. Iori brought his purple flame engrossed hand over and slammed it onto Oro, just after Demitri wrapped himself in his cape and teleported out of Iori's way.
The ancient magician was for one instant frozen in purple energy, as Iori began the second part of his attack and spun into his backfist uppercut. As Iori was about to connect with Oro, Demitri teleported behind Oro, and mimicked with his own dark energy Iori's attack. Both fighters connected with their single opponent, launching Oro into the air and spinning him around. Both Iori and Demitri landed on their feet as their last standing rival fell into a lump on the floor.
"The winners of this matchup.... IORI and DEMITRI!!!!!!!!"
"Well, this was certainly an invigorating fight, I may have to come to this club again some time," Demitri said with a hearty grin. Iori didn't pay much attention to him, but was looking at Demitri.
"Was it just my instinct that I reacted in? It sounded a bit too much like my 'partner's' voice......."
"LIVE from Velfarre in Tokyo, do we have a TREAT for you! Along with the utterly live and thrashing vibes and slamming techno beats, VELFARRE is proud to host tonight's King of Fighter's Matchup! THAT'S RIGHT! Along with the pumping adrenaline rush of the rhythm, we will be privy to one of the greatest battles the world has yet to see!"
"Tonight's matchup; team of the most vicious fighters you can come across. Deep from the Brazilian Jungles comes the six foot ten monstrosity of utter bestial fury.... BLANKA!!!!"
"Accompanying him also from Brazil, He claims to be as old as a decade and a half, to never have met an opponent powerful enough to defeat him while using both his hands, ORO!!!!!!"
"Their next teammate, a mountain of man, with the pride of his native blood, and the power to shatter boulders.... THUNDER HAWK!"
And lastly, their Striker for this match, a fighter with the jazz and rhythm of the greatest in the Caribbean... D-JAY Maximum!!!!"
"The opposing team only consists of two fighters, yet both of them are forces not to be underestimated. A man with powers as uncanny as the night, and strength nearly unmatched, head of Maximoff Industries, DEMITRI MAXIMOFF!!!!"
"His partner is well known in the KoF Tourney. One of the MOST ruthless and vicious fighters ever bred by Man..... IORI YAGAMI!!!!!"
"Due to the unorthodox number of their team, the judges have allowed them to be able to go Round Robin, meaning they can switch out in match whenever. Without further Ado, LET THE BATTLE AT JULIANA'S BEGIN!!!!!!!"
::Music for this match, two classic Juliana's in Tokyo/Velfarre beats, "Out of Space" by The Prodigy and "ReFlux" by Starr Gazer::
Blanka first jumped into the ring and let out a ferocious roar, absorbing the vibes from the crowd and the techno beats thumping in the air. Iori casually walked onto stage and with a slight smirk, and swayed into his fighting stance. The beast Man wildly jumped into the air, aiming to slash down upon his opponent. The crimson haired man didn't know of Blanka's fighting style, but could easily see this would be a battle he will waltz through. His opponent had no control or training, that will be his undoing.
Iori swung his harm in to sidestep, letting Blanka's attack scrape nothing but air. The Yagami Karateka slid his back braced foot back even further, and swung his right fist out for a backhand attack, when he was met by an electrifying jolt as hundreds of volts of electricity coursed through his body.
Iori wasn't seriously hurt in any fashion, but the attack shook him up. Blanka turned back to look at his opponent, with a smile stricken across his animalistic face.
"That..... was unexpected," Iori mumbled to himself, "looks like it may not be of my best interests for a close in combat game." With that, Iori's hand lit up with a purple spark that grew into a flame, as he swung it over and onto the ground. Blanka jumped back onto his hands then somersaulted into the air over Iori's attack. Iori had recovered from his beginning attack in enough time to spin into a jumping backhand, once again his hand lit with his Orochi power.
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Leona was working at her office, ready to retire to her bunk for the night. She had been training all day with Heidern, and he had been pushing her farther and farther as of late.
"A soldier can NEVER afford to stall on the battle field," she remember her commander yelling at her, "and your performance back in Portugal was extremely unacceptable."
Leona bit her lip at the recollection as she finished up her last bit of paperwork. Just then, Ralf and Clark burst through the door. Clark was still bandaged from their previous mission with broken ribs.
"Leona ::huff::, quick, to the break room," Ralf barely managed gasp out after running top speed to get her.
"What is it you want? I'm not in the mood to see another one of your silly wrestling programs or Ultimate Fighter bouts," Leona snapped. She didn't intend to, but she had said it in a way as to almost punish Ralf for the talkdown she had gotten from Heidern earlier.
"Heidern's watching it too, he suggested that we come get you," Said Clark in a calm and controlled voice. Obviously he had been running along with Ralf, but his tone of voice didn't show such. Leona quickly shot of from her desk and began to hastefully walk out the door alongside her comrades.
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Blanka let out a roar as he was consumed by purple fire and slammed into the ground. Iori heard the rhythmic shuffle of steps even over the rave music and screaming crowd, ducked to the side and slid past an aggressing D-Jay. Iori had managed to maneuver behind the Jamaican's double dread kick and turned around to shoulder shove him. Iori connected sending D-Jay to the ground, but the Yagami warrior didn't notice that Blanka had gotten enough time to recover, and was cannonballing straight for him.
A large puff of smoke appeared above the space between Iori and the hastily approaching Blanka, and from it came Demitri torpedoing at an angle to intercept the almost human cannonball. Iori jumped back to let his partner take the fight as the Vampire delivered a hearty roundhouse kick to Blanka's ribs, breaking a few. The man beast folded, and howled from the pain. Demitri smiled as he disappeared in just enough time for D-Jay to accidentally kick his own teammate, taking him out of the fight. Just then the Jamaican felt a steel grip around the back of his neck as he was tossed backwards.
"That was very kind of you," said Demitri with a chuckle.
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"Wha, what is Iori doing with him," Leona said, trying to hide her concern. Though she wouldn't admit it, she had some deep rooted feelings for the crimson haired man. She had rationalized it to be an effect of both of them having the Orochi taint in their blood.
"Apparently, they are teammates in the latest King of Fighters Tournament. What I want to know is why they are together." All four of them went silent, none of them able to come up with an explanation.
"Looks like to draw you guys out, he's not the forgiving type you know," said a young voice from behind them. Munching on an apple, stood Baby Bonnie Hood sans her picnic basket, "For a bunch of top notch mercs, you guys are sure lame on clues."
"Well, I would hate to disappoint him, looks like the Ikari Warriors will be in this year's King of Fighters Tournament also," said Heidern. "Ralf, you B.B. Hood, me, and Whip will be registering tomorrow. We'll get to the bottom of this and perhaps find out as to why we were set up into conflict with Demitri in the first place.
Leona's eyes widened at the mention of Whip's name, and B.B. Hood raised an eyebrow in concern, also noting that Leona wasn't mentioned. "Sir, why Whip? She hasn't had the combat experience I have had, and I know Iori, why am I not being included instead?"
"You know Iori seemingly TOO well," Replied Heidern, "plus after our last encounter with Demitri, I think you need more discipline before you meet against him again." Leona stiffened up and let out a somber "yes, sir" as she turned and walked out the room.
She can understand why Heidern lost confidence in her, but something in her was screaming that she HAD to see Iori again. She slowly walked back to her bunker, fighting back tears. "Look at me, crying like a little child. Perhaps I do need to train harder."
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Both Blanka and T-Hawk were out of the fight, with only Oro left and D-Jay barely standing. Oro made a gesture with his unbound hand, as several items from around the arena; chairs, drink glasses, and such, rose into the air and started encircling him.
Iori was cradling his left shoulder from being slammed into the ground by T-Hawk's Storm Hammer slam. In Iori's mind, he noted he was not as concentrated as he usually is, as if something was slightly clouding his judgment. Aside from that, he felt stronger than he's ever been without being in the Orochi blood riot, and faster too.
Demitri was smiling brilliantly, as he had not gained any damage during the whole matchup. Oro hopped at Demitri attacking with his unbound hand as well as the objects floating around him. Demitri was still smiling viciously as he parried and dodged some of Oro's best in close techniques and flying objects. As soon as he received an opening, Demitri spun into a backfist, connecting squarely with the side of Oro's face.
"Now, ATTACK!" Iori heard in his head. Dismissing it as just instinct, Iori's hand lit up one last time with Orochi fire, spun around, and leaped into the air. Iori brought his purple flame engrossed hand over and slammed it onto Oro, just after Demitri wrapped himself in his cape and teleported out of Iori's way.
The ancient magician was for one instant frozen in purple energy, as Iori began the second part of his attack and spun into his backfist uppercut. As Iori was about to connect with Oro, Demitri teleported behind Oro, and mimicked with his own dark energy Iori's attack. Both fighters connected with their single opponent, launching Oro into the air and spinning him around. Both Iori and Demitri landed on their feet as their last standing rival fell into a lump on the floor.
"The winners of this matchup.... IORI and DEMITRI!!!!!!!!"
"Well, this was certainly an invigorating fight, I may have to come to this club again some time," Demitri said with a hearty grin. Iori didn't pay much attention to him, but was looking at Demitri.
"Was it just my instinct that I reacted in? It sounded a bit too much like my 'partner's' voice......."