Log:ACRO - Stage 5, Scene 5

ACRO - Stage 5 2015/04/16 	 Rock Chen Lei

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This is the outside of a dark warehouse. The walls are brick, and the doors appear to be automatic rolling ones. The only windows from the outside appear to be at the second-story level, and they're all tinted. There is a second door for pedestrians next to the main bay doors.

Dasher is told to meet some contacts at a location in the warehouse district. It's a quiet section, at the end of a row of buildings.

Dasher strolls to the meeting place with a swagger and seemingly not a care or caution in the world, getting to the appointed place barely on time.

The warehouse itself is empty, aside from a few of the thugs she's seen previously in Chinatown. One of them speaks up, in Chinese, "Just on time. Good enough. My name is Lei." He's dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and a leather jacket.

Triad Thugs(#992TOn)

Four Asian men, all dressed simply in jeans, t-shirts and jackets. Each shirt has a word on it in Chinese...and each one is different.

Dasher(#2559PeACcF?)

This young woman appears fit and athletic. She's tall, almost 6ft in height and slender without being thin. Her face is marred by the jagged scar left behind by a broken bottle wielded in a fight. Her eyes are greenish brown and with a piercing stare as if mirroring a tendancy for random violence. She's dressed in a mixture of Hellions' gang colors and tatty secondhand ex-military garb.

One of hte other thugs takes off his jacket, tossing it onto a couple of broken wooden pallets. Lei says, "We were told you might be suitable material for the Kirin. Are you familiar with that that is exactly?"

Dasher is a Harrisburg Hellion's street punk. Good manners are in her play book. So her reply is, "You savvy English? ENGLISH! I can't understand that Chink babble.

Lei chuckles quietly, but his smile that accompanies it has an edge to it. He repeats both statements, but in English.

Dasher shrugs, "Kirin? What's that?"

Lei shakes his head, "I had thought you were more 'in touch' with what was going on in the city. I guess I was misinformed. It's a fight club. One for those with superpowers." He pauses, gauging your reactions. "And if you dont' have any powers...such can be provided for you."

Dasher smirks, "Ain't never needed superpowers before and I've had a run in or two with those dratted capes. A fight club? Does it pay well?"

Lei nods. "The fighters are compensated well. It is...dangerous, after all."

Dasher rubs her knuckles against her Hellion's jacket. "I'll promise to go easy on them." she boasts.

Lei laughs, "You want to fight without powers? The people betting on fights don't want to watch executions. They want to watch competitive fights."

Dasher laughs, "Any of you got powers? I'll take you on right now."

Lei smiles again. "A couple of us do. For the moment, at least." He motions to the man who took his jacket off, who in turn steps into the center of the warehouse floor. "Since you don't know Chinese, I'll translate his name for you. This is 'Rock'."

Lei moves out of the way to 'open up the floor'. The other thugs move to the side of the room as well.

Rock looks...like a regular thug. No obvious powers at all. If anything, he's a bit chunkier than the other guys. He likes his dumplings.

Dasher nods to the Thug, "Hi, Rock." she says with a grin. Moving into place she lifts her hands into a martial posture. "Let's be at it." she tells Rock.

Dasher waits for Rock to make the first move. She flexes her fingers giving Rock the classic Bruce Lee 'come on' hand gesture.

Rock steps forward with a pretty obvious punch. He's clearly not terribly skilled. Perhaps this bout is a joke?

As Rock comes forwards to Dasher, the Hellion member ducks under the punch and sweeps at Rocks leading ankle preventing him from moving it to keep his balance as she grans his shoulder and tugs. The overbalanced Rock ends up flat on his back.

Rock seemed...heavier than expected. He topples over and laughs as he hits the ground.

Dasher spins half was round to bend backwards and do a handstand over and across Rock to the other side of him. Crouching beside his head she fires a straight martial punch at Rock's temple and stops it short an inch before her fist would have hit.

Lei grimaces and folds his arms, "This is meant as a real fight. Not a one-touch sparring match. If you're not willing to take it seriously, you're not what we're looking for."

Dasher finishes by extending a finger and lightly tapping Rock's temple. "I ain't getting paid to hurt him and I don't know how mach he can take. I figure you'd like him to be able to walk out of here."

Rock gets back to his feet, and says in Chinese, << I can take whatever you can dish out. >> He throws another punch at Dasher.

Dasher glances at Lei, "Let's make it interesting then. A hundred bucks says I can take him. Bet?"

Rock misses cleanly. He's not even close. Lei says, "Fifty if you can beat him. One hundred if you can beat me on my turn."

Dasher nods, "You got a bet."

Dasher(#2559PeACcF?)

This young woman appears fit and athletic. She's tall, almost 6ft in height and slender without being thin. Her face is marred by the jagged scar left behind by a broken bottle wielded in a fight. Her eyes are greenish brown and with a piercing stare as if mirroring a tendancy for random violence. She's dressed in a mixture of Hellions' gang colors and tatty secondhand ex-military garb.

Lei says as an aside to one of the other thugs, again in Chinese, figuring you don't know it, << She doesn't have the killer instinct we're looking for. >>

Dasher turns and throws a punch at the now standing Rock's head. It is a feint and her follow up is a upswinging kick that is intended to miss both his legs but not the tender area between them.

The kick causes Rock to wince...but it's like kicking a statue, due to how dense his body feels. And he doesn't go anywhere. There are a few choice commments from the other thugs, who are laughing, though.

Dasher grins, "You got rocky ones, I'll give you that." she tells Rock.

Rock is clearly not a tactical fighter. He swings away again, hoping to actually connect sooner or later.

He was apparently thrown off balance a bit by getting hit, and misses even worse this time.

Dasher moves in and leaps up four feet into the air to fire a straight trust kick at Rock's face before backflipping from the reaction and doing a half twist in the air to land poised and ready.

But as she's leaping she stumbles on a piece of junk left on the warehouse floor and is thrown off, having to abort her kick to maintain her balance.

Rock, ever the 'single focus' kind of fighter, just presses the attack, though he's still pretty sloppy about his swings.

Dasher is getting tired of this. She probably needs to hit him a lot harder if she's to put Rock down. But his weight will hide the amount of strength she uses. He won't go flying backwards. The next kick is sent airmail with all her strength behind it as she launches a back kick to Rock's centre of mass.

Again, Rock doesn't go anywhere. But he grunts as Dasher kicks his stomach. Another shot like that might do it. Maybe.

Rock growls and tries again, taking another swing...not yet trying another tactic.

Dasher slips past the punch thrown by Rock and brings her right arm up aiming to slam the point of her elbow into Rock's throat.

Rock finally topples over. He still looks barely conscious, but Lei waves him off. "Good enough."

Rock gets up...and dusts himself off...moving over to where the others are. Lei then walks out into the center of the warehouse. "Ready to go again? You can take a short breather, if you like."

Dasher is rubbing her elbow where she hit Rock with it. She looks at Lei, "Tell him he's one of the toughest guys I've fought. He was never going to take me but he took a lot of hits." she asks Lei speaking in English of course.

Lei nods. "Oh, he knows. He speaks English." He smiles and goes through a brief couple of maneuvers to fall into a fighting stance.

Dasher moves back into a martial stance, "I'm ready." she says, watching Lei closely. She doesn't know what his abilities are and he's seen her in action. This fight she's going to start cautiously.

Lei goes through a quick motion with both arms, like a kata...and extends both hands toward Dasher. Electricity arcs down his arms from his shoulders and then lighting leaps out at her in a blast...

Dasher(#2559PeACcF?)

This young woman appears fit and athletic. She's tall, almost 6ft in height and slender without being thin. Her face is marred by the jagged scar left behind by a broken bottle wielded in a fight. Her eyes are greenish brown and with a piercing stare as if mirroring a tendancy for random violence. She's dressed in a mixture of Hellions' gang colors and tatty secondhand ex-military garb.

The lightning misses as Dasher ducks, but not by a lot.

Dasher throws herself to the side as the lightning blast comes at her and just avoids it, "Fragging hellfire!" she curses.

Lei smiles. "You're quick. I guess we'll see how quick." He does it again, only this time, he spreads his fingertips to get a wider arc.

Again, it just misses. Dasher can feel her hair standing on end from the static charge.

Lei weaves back and smiles. "Not even close." His body becomes encased in an electrical aura and he throws a punch of his own at Dasher.

There's a bit of electrical 'pop' to the hit as the charge goes off with the punch.

Lei chuckles, "I expected a more solid hit than that. Hmm. Must not have hit as cleanly as I thought."

Dasher is rocked back on her heels by the electrically charge punch and flips into a handstand and back to her feet to keep her balance. She takes a moment to pat out the smouldering patch on her jacket. Then she resumes her martial stance and moves in to snap-kick at Lei's mid-riff.

Lei increases the aura surrounding his body again and takes another strike, this time with a strong spinning back kick.

The kick goes sailing wide.

Dasher side steps the kick and closes to slam a back fist towards Lei's forehead.

Lei's electrical aura discharges into Dasher and both combatants are sent reeling away from each other. Lei fails to roll to his feet.

Dasher ends the tumbling back along the floor with a shoulder spring back to her feet.

Lei shakes his head, clearing some cobwebs while he's on the floor.

Lei gets back to his feet and chuckles, "You're a better fighter than I expected. I'll be willing to call it here. And you can walk out with the fifty you're owed. And a job."

Dasher tries to take advantage of the discharging of Lei's damage shield but he's a distance away from her. So she makes a forcer run aiming to stomp on him as she runs right over top of him.

Dasher thinks about the offer and then grins. "Sure. The Kirin fights pay better than fifty dollars I hope. Or I'm not interested. I can get more than that for pressuring a guy."

Lei nods. "Oh, it does. As long as you win. The loser of a bout gets a hundred. The winner gets five hundred."

Dasher says, "Nice. $500 sounds good. When do I start?"

Lei dusts himself off. "In a week or two. We'll be in touch. I suggest you get your affairs in order if you have to fight Steamroller or Ghost Dog, though. Fair warning."

Dasher grins, "Yeah. Yeah. It's five hundred for winning and a hundred for losing. I'm not figuring on losing."

Lei shakes his head, "You're good. But not that good." He smiles. "We'll be in touch, like I said."

Dasher coughs meaningfully and puts out a hand, "Before you go... Fifty bucks..."

Lei pulls out a wallet and hands over fifty dollars in cash.

Dasher takes the money, "Thanks. I'll wait to hear from you."