Awesome fight with an awesome character. I'm gonna miss him and our (small) rivalry!
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Doctor Karl, holding a credstick and a vodka, emerges from the bar to the south.
Doctor Karl hands you a vodka.
Vlad [to Doctor Karl]: Spasibo.
Doctor Karl [to Vlad]: Good luck. You will need it.
Kuro holds up a finger. "Gimme a minute." he says, before urinating on the windshield.
Kuro holds down off the civic.
[-] *Streisser* [English]: The man has pain editors. Do not expect to bring him down through shock.
Kuro says, "Are y'all ma fuggin ready a see some bloodshed?"
Vlad [to Doctor Karl]: I kill him once before.
High Street (in New Carthage)
A bizzare mix of punkers, zoners, cromags, and others crowd the street from sidewalk to sidewalk. Holo-signs and neon bathe the crowd in a flickering light; faces move by you like meat under fast-food heatlamps. Groups accrete and dissolve as biz ripples through the masses; gunshots ring out, and screams go unheeded. Passing traffic leaves plumes of grey water vapor and smog that taints the daytime sky.
You can cross north, the street runs east, and an intersection lies west. Sound and light spills from a bar to the south. A concrete ramp leads down into a parking garage under the Syndrome.
You see a vehicle to the northwest.
It is now summer.
Puffy ozone clouds stretch from horizon to horizon.
Memorial Plaque is here, bolted firmly up against the wall. A NCNet com kiosk is parked here. A battered looking bus stop sign stands forlornly at the side of the road. A large cyan spray-painted scrawl proclaims: "8::::::::D $K337" across the entire wall here. A Tesla Pandora is parked here. A NeoHonda Civic Coupe is parked here. A Miltech Blackjack is sitting on its landing gear nearby.
Kuro is the Champ! Doctor Karl is surveying the area.
Kuro [to Vlad]: Yer gah lucky!
The Miltech Blackjack's loudspeakers crackle to life and blare, "Doc you want to watch from in here, just in case of ricochettes?"
Typhoon steps out of a throng of nondescript pedestrians and into plain view.
A NC Transit Bus drives in from the southwest.
The doors of the bus slide open.
Typhoon [to a Miltech Blackjack]: Coward
You say, "Okey."
Vlad [to Doctor Karl]: Count us down.
Doctor Karl reaches into his messenger bag, producing a fold-up chair, setting it up on the sidewalk, and sitting down.
The Miltech Blackjack's loudspeakers crackle to life and blare, "Nah, got delicae cargo."
The Miltech Blackjack's loudspeakers crackle to life and blare, "Don't want it to break."
Typhoon [to a Miltech Blackjack]: You're not that delicate.
Doctor Karl turns to Kuro and you. "On three, you will find out who between you has the greater will to live."
You nod.
Doctor Karl clears his throat. "One."
You start looking for a good place to hide.
You attempt to blend into your surroundings.
Doctor Karl raises his hand. "Two."
Doctor Karl snaps his fingers. "Three."
From inside Miltech Blackjack, you hear the muffled voice of Yellowdog saying, " [to average American woman wearing a weighted blanket]: DTV shit. "
You stop hiding.
You emerge from the shadows, butterfly knife in hand. You quickly move behind Kuro and stab your butterfly knife into Kuro's back.
The blade of Vlad's butterfly knife gleams wickedly as he rushes at Kuro!
Kuro's wounds begin gushing blood.
Kuro narrowly avoids Vlad's murderous stab.
Vlad deftly angles his body to avoid injury from Kuro's blade talons.
You drop the butterfly knife.
The thrust of Vlad's cyberhand katar comes up short as Kuro leaps back.
You grin.
Kuro says, "Tha fugg was at?!"
He seems to have some nasty cuts and bruises. Blood spurts from his wounds.
Kuro says, "Id a mosquito bite meh?"
The thrust of Vlad's cyberhand katar comes up short as Kuro leaps back.
Kuro goes into a frenzied rage, slashing and stabbing with his blade talons and nearly tearing Vlad to shreds!
You feel a bit faint as the gashes get deeper.
Combat mode switched to aggressive.
You staggers from many gaping wounds.
Doctor Karl holds up a piece of cloth over his face to protect from blood splatter.
You grunt, staggering back.
Kuro staggers back, sliding off the gleaming and now bloodied point of Vlad's cyberhand katar.
Vlad deftly angles his body to avoid injury from Kuro's blade talons.
Typhoon [to Vlad]: COME ON! KICK HIS ASS, KOMRADE!
He is covered with bloody gashes and wounds. Blood spurts from his wounds.
Typhoon whoops loudly.
Kuro staggers back, sliding off the gleaming and now bloodied point of Vlad's cyberhand katar.
Kuro launches what would have been a devastating blade talons swing, but Vlad dives out of the way, avoiding harm.
Kuro [to Typhoon]: Am gonna eviscerate ya chumma!
Vlad [to Kuro]: Oh, I am lucky, lucky...
He is deathly pale and bleeding from multiple stabs and slashes. Blood spurts from his wounds.
Kuro dodges Vlad's cyberhand katar attack.
Vlad leaps backward as Kuro slashes through the air completely missing Vlad.
Typhoon [to Kuro]: You're not fighting me, weird speaking friendo
Kuro [to Vlad]: Am takin ya lucky Vlad's foot, as a trophy!
Kuro's chest opens like a blooming flower of bloody tissue as the tip of Vlad's cyberhand katar slithers home.
Kuro's blade talons screech against Vlad's cyberhand katar.
Doctor Karl hums a marching tune as he watch the fight, tilting his head from side to side.
Vlad [to Kuro]: Maybe...
He is barely conscious, mangled and bloody. Blood spurts from his wounds.
Kuro says, "Am gonna rub ma junk onnit"
Kuro dodges Vlad's cyberhand katar attack.
Kuro's terrifying swipe with his blade talons nearly severs Vlad's chest!
Every move seems like your last.. The pain is too intense..
You are deathly pale and bleeding from multiple stabs and slashes.
Kuro narrowly avoids Vlad's murderous stab.
Vlad parries with his cyberhand katar, diverting Kuro's blade talons harmlessly.
You say, "Owie."
Kuro staggers back, sliding off the gleaming and now bio fluidied point of Vlad's cyberhand katar.
Kuro's terrifying swipe with his blade talons nearly severs Vlad's chest!
The world seems to move on its own accord as you struggle to stay on your feet.
Doctor Karl turns to Typhoon. "Reminds me of Friday nights back home."
Typhoon [to Doctor Karl]: You got any popcorn? This is actually fun to watch.
You laugh as blood and guts spill out of your chest, trading blows.
You are barely conscious, mangled and bloody.
He is barely conscious, mangled and bloody. Blood spurts from his wounds.
Vlad's cyberhand katar strikes deep into Kuro's head, parting skin and muscle in an elegant curve of fountaining blood.
Vlad dances away gracefully from the gleaming edges of Kuro's blade talons.
Kuro spits blood towards you.
You blink as Kuro's blood lands on your helmet.
Kuro staggers back, sliding off the gleaming and now bloodied point of Vlad's cyberhand katar.
Massive squirts of blood and smoking cables erupt from the rents in Kuro's chest.
Kuro's wounds begin gushing blood.
Kuro misjudges the distance between his and Vlad, causing his vicious swipe to come up short.
Vlad scans the room from behind the visor on the hooded helmet of his nanomesh armor, sweeping the area in an ominous violet light.
He is barely conscious, mangled and bloody. Blood spurts from his wounds.
Vlad's cyberhand katar strikes deep into Kuro's cyber left upper arm, parting skin and muscle in an elegant curve of fountaining bio fluid.
The injuries flay open Kuro's cyber left upper arm, and bio fluid pours out from around the remains of his Myotech left cyberarm.
Kuro's takes a wild swing with his blade talons and just swishes narrowly past Vlad's face.
Vlad [to Kuro]: You such a tough suka...
He is barely conscious, mangled and bloody. Blood spurts from his wounds.
Kuro staggers back, sliding off the gleaming and now bloodied point of Vlad's cyberhand katar.
Kuro staggers as the flesh around his throat peels away, revealing shards of silicon and sparking wires.
Kuro's wounds begin gushing blood.
Vlad dances away gracefully from the gleaming edges of Kuro's blade talons.
Kuro says, "An yer a wiry dodgy mafugga"
You grin at Kuro.
You wink.
Kuro says, "Sheeit, at mighta been important"
Vlad's cyberhand katar strikes deep into Kuro's chest, parting skin and muscle in an elegant curve of fountaining blood.
Massive squirts of blood and smoking cables erupt from the rents in Kuro's chest.
Kuro's wounds begin gushing blood.
Kuro's tries to do a fierce stab with his blade talons, completely missing Vlad's chest.
You say, "The first strike?"
Doctor Karl [to Typhoon]: It has been some time since I've seen such comradeship.
Typhoon [to Doctor Karl]: Huh?
Vlad's cyberhand katar strikes deep into Kuro's cyber right thigh, parting skin and muscle in an elegant curve of fountaining bio fluid.
Massive squirts of bio fluid and smoking cables erupt from the rents in Kuro's cyber right leg.
Kuro's takes a wild swing with his blade talons and just swishes narrowly past Vlad's face.
You are barely conscious, mangled and bloody.
He is barely conscious, mangled and bloody. Blood spurts from his wounds.
Doctor Karl says, "These two men. They clearly respect one another."
You look at your chronometer.
Your chronometer reads: "Sun Aug 28 4:09pm 2052"
Doctor Karl says, "It is beautiful, in a way."
Kuro's chest opens like a blooming flower of bloody tissue as the tip of Vlad's cyberhand katar slithers home.
Kuro staggers as the flesh around his chest peels away, revealing shards of silicon and sparking wires.
Kuro slumps down in a crumpled mass of flesh -- dead!
Typhoon speaks in a thick Russian accent, "WHOOO"
Doctor Karl says, "Until that happens."
From inside Miltech Blackjack, you hear the muffled voice of Yellowdog saying, "well."
You unclench your right hand, relaxing it to the point where a sub-dermal relay releases. This causes the arrow-shaped monocrys katar in your left hand to retract with a quiet click.
Doctor Karl puts his credstick away.
Doctor Karl grunts as he lifts corpse of Kuro up into his arms.
You say, "We done here."
Kuro vs Vlad III
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