WW Show Down-Clive Dree VS Liman Statham

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Liman
Drove madly across the highways and byways, heading into the inner city, then into the neighboring section near district five; His white knuckled hand gripped the clutch as he shifted gears, speeding through lights and on coming traffic…a radio squawked in the background…hourly reports filtered in concerning the locations of several of the cities key players…his red eyes glittered as he tore across and through another intersection, horns blaring after him…his only concern was where one of these persons were. He turned tightly into the parking lot of a 200 story hotel, The ‘Lutz’ as it was called…he slammed the door shut and yanked on a pare of gloves, his coat billowed around him as he ran toward an elevator his destination, the roof.

Clive
Stood in the shadows upon the ledge of a roof belonging to the hotel ‘Lutz’, his long cleric coat caught the wind and revealed the grappling gear attached to his waist. He was watching the B.O.H through high tech B9’s… He was packing more artillery then normal and was alone…all the other W.W. agents where sent away…he was expecting you…and he had prepared for this moment with precise detail.

Liman
Comes up onto the roof ten feet behind you and fully aware of your awareness, he doesn’t attack you right off though he longed to stab you in the back…nor was he here for small talk, but you had stepped your bounds, one to many times and on the same playing ground…”what the hell where you thinking” he shouts toward your back, straight to the point…” why have you gone behind my back and pulled the B-clone from the Truman’s…you were not authorized to make such a call…” he was furious to say the least and he knew he wouldn’t be able to reign it in this time.

Clive
Sneers in contempt at your assumption that he had no authorization…his mind flittered back to the conversation he had, had with Vicious on the waterways…it was your permission you where pissed off he hadn’t asked for…and he was goading you…to bad you didn’t see that…”He was being wasted there” he replied…”The whore Chastity Truman has lost interest in him with the new ‘hot’ Carlos around ‘master of robotics’ who wants to look at a fallen assassin …” he snorted in contempt that you hadn’t noticed that yourself.

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Liman
Folded his arms as you continued to speak, his anger brimming he knew he wouldn’t or couldn’t afford to pass this opportunity up, Vicious had been pressing him to confront you and now was as a good a time as any to do it…perhaps if he had been more on the level he would have noticed the ideal settings for a confrontation and the lack of witness’s around…not that the streets below didn’t have their normal nightly bustle…but it was the lack of important witness’s that wasn’t present…his hands had dug into his coat as he folded his arms his fingers closing and lacing about two 9mm…your time was now.

Clive
Heard the release of leather as you slide the 9’s from their protective sheaths…yes, he had prepared for this a long time, he slowly lowered the B9’s continuing to talk, acting unsuspecting…”you know Liman you almost had turned Vicious against my research…and you almost had him and me fooled…but I know you met with Valkeri and where planning to allow the real Blithe a chance at freedom…now that will never happen” as he spoke he had turned his ankle at such an angle that when he released his body to relieve the ankles twisted position it would send him over the edge of the building and out of range of the bullets he knew would soon be firing at his back…<br>
Liman
Yanked the 9’s from beneath his coat and points them toward your back, as he runs across the ten feet of roof he lets the bullets fly. His eyes which would normally begin to glow a dull red, do to his serum where now a bland color…he didn’t feel at the height of his game since he had been off the control-ant. His aim, he knew, wavered from excellence.

Clive
From the moment the first trigger’s release click was heard, he let his body spin sending his coat out wide, he pushes himself back letting the grappling gear catch him as he begins to fall and scale the couple hundred storied building. As he glides down he calculates “Five, four, three, two and”…he sees you hop up onto the ledge…and he begins running along the windows as you shower bullets down upon him, lifting up the hem of his cleric cloak, *an enhanced Kevlar* that works as a shield as he continues his zig zagging decent…he had no objections to fighting you on the roof but he preferred solid ground beneath his feet…and for all cases of accession he would fight you with a *clan Euro’Batchie* his was waiting below….he knew you would follow and he would wait…<br>

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Liman
Watches as you become almost a speck…he curses and without hesitation grabs the cords and begins his own decent, his decent was a little speeder and a lot more painful on the hands, for he didn’t have the repelling belt.



Clive
Had stepped down and unfastened the belt…he then had walked away and further into the shadows…stepping toward a dumpster he pulls out the “Euro’Batchie” it was a custom designed sword reflecting several cultures of metal craft…it was 440 folded steal…curved slightly at its tip and its handle was two handed, it also hooked slightly at the end to help catch the wrist when spinning it about your wrist and body. He unsheathed it casually tossing the sheath, he swung it a couple times his black eyes watching your decent…he pealed out of his cleric cloak…the alley was blocked on both sides, another detail he had arranged to keep others out and them trapped in until this was finished…the only way out or in was from the buildings roofs…he had two 45’s lacing his waist but he didn’t intend to use them…<br>
Liman
Reaches the bottom and steps back from the wall, his gloves had been eaten through and his hands bled a bit…he glared at you and then the blade you where holding…he understood its significance…he shook his hands trying to dull the pain, normally his genetics would begin to heal the flesh wound, but again he hadn’t been taking his doses…he hopped you wouldn’t notice, but chances where if you knew he had met with Valkeri then you knew he wasn’t taking the serum…”Does Vicious know?” he asks, as he stalks toward you, pealing off his own coat…He re-clips his 9’s…he would play the game as it was meant to be played…he side steps keeping you in front of him…he moves toward the dumpster and the other sword you had so ‘kindly’ provided for his use.

Clive
Watches you like a predator regards its prey…”If your asking does he know I intend to kill you…yes…if your asking does he know you met with Valkeri…no” he smirked…let you think that one over, he began to swing the sword with a fluid grace testing its already well known balance once more, he goes into a slight crouch, gloved hands squeezing the hilt, his black eyes focused on yours and glowing within the inferred spectrum…the heat sensory contacts in place for such a dark night.

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Liman
Takes a hold of the sword and pulls it expertly from its sheath, he eyes you, frustrated at your several advantages…including the heat sensory contacts…he was also off guard…why were you keeping secrets from Vicious…he starts stepping toward you and says…”Your not taking my place to serve Vicious are you…you want to go all the way…” he perceived as he spun coming in with a high drop chop motion, mainly to place you on the defensive and bring his body into a closer combat…for though the sword of choice was two handed, it could be wielded with on hand thus freeing the other for a dagger strike.

Clive
He doesn’t respond to your words, let you think what you will you would take those thoughts to the grave with you this night…perhaps his plans might have fallen through, perhaps he would have been concerned about the out come of this fight if you where at the top of your game…but you where not and he had fought with you before, he turns the blade his legs braced as he took your powerful down ward stroke and blocked it with a perfect parry. He turned the blade slightly causing your steal to slide along his. He had been prepared for your move and had bent his knees so that after taking the stroke he could push up sending your blade up and out wide, he spun to the side and kicked out hoping to connect with your kidney.

Liman
Took the kick, letting it help turn his body in the same direction you where spinning, he comes around flinching slightly at the pain in his lower back, but he was facing you once more, he twirls the sword around his wrist and pulls out a 9in” bladed knife from his boot, he feints a step toward you flipping the knife in his hand preparing to throw it at you…feints again flips the knife once more and charges pressing you with a series of low then high thrusts.

Clive
Backs away and curses as his feet get tangled in some of the alley ways debris. He continues to back up quickly hoping to find and return to even footing, but your relentless assault keeps him on the defensive, more often then he would like he found his hilt closer to you then his blade.

Liman
Drops into a low crouch and comes up under your defenses.

Clive
He twirled his own weapon in a masterful cross, his own booted knife appearing in his hand almost like magic and completing the hook down…the counter though had made him straighten stiffly in order to dodge your weapon…<br>
Liman
Taking advantage of your imbalance and using the leverage you gave him by locking his blades with your own he jumped up and kicked squarely in your face aiming to brake your nose and by pushing you back with that kick would allow for an acceptable and advantageous unlocking of the weapons.

Clive
Your foot connects with his nose and he hears the sound of crunching cartilage, white spots also begin to blur his vision as he stumbles back your blades coming free of his own, he knew he had no time so he closed his eyes and relied on his other senses until his eye sight had time to recover. He ignored the pain and his sword came up, the knife having fallen from his other hand. His ears strained to hear the sound of your feet…your abilities surprised him, now he understood why you had been number 1 for so long…but never again…he gritted his teeth as he heard you move.

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Liman
Watching you stumble back he charges without hesitation nor strategy hoping to over whelm you…his dagger had once more flipped in his hand and he launched it toward you before his charge, which he now followed up on after the thrown missile.

Clive
Screams in pain as the knife tears through his right shoulder, with his eyes shut he had not the means in which to see your attack, he could only hear and discern your foot patterns, which served him well the very next moment. Though pain laced through his arm and face he used the motion of the dagger embedding itself to turn slightly his sword point he had facing the ground, both hands on the hilt, his knees where bent his head bowed….he waited for just the right moment….

Liman
Brought his blade up high over his head, then swung it down meaning to chop off your head cleanly severing the main *N.A.N.O genetic enhancement strip embedded into your spinal cord*…<br>


Clive
Anticipating by the sound of your charging feet and its chaotic patterns of sound that you meant to take advantage of his bowed head…he pushed up and then backward onto his heels by using the already bent pose of his legs, stepping out of the way he felt the swish of your sword as it came down inches in front of his face, he then rebalanced onto his toes and spun, bringing his sword down into a slicing chop, both hands holding the hilt firmly, his legs spread wide…he smiled through his own pain and in gratification as he felt the sword bight flesh and heard you scream…though he didn’t know how badly or where he had hit you, since his eyes where still closed he steps back…lifting a gloved hand to wipe at the blood and sweat on his face…his lashes flutter as he opens his eyes to regard you before him…<br>

Liman
Stands there gasping, his face contorted in pain his sword laying on the floor before him, purple blood and a thick green ooze dripped from his severed arm. You had taken his arm at the shoulder and it laid there with the sword the fingers spasmodically releasing it from its grasp…his once level breathing was now coming out with difficulty a strange rasping wheeze accompanying every breath…he glares over at you as your still recovering from the blows he had dealt you…your own oddly colored blood dripping from the dagger still embedded in your arm. He falls to one knee and grabs at his arm pulling it toward him…<br>
Clive
Was partially leaning against the dumpster, the hand he had used to wipe his face was now gripping the handle of the dagger…he watched you go for your severed arm, normally he would have attacked you knowing full well you could reattach it if given the time to let your N.A.N.O.’s go to work…but you hadn’t been taking your serum so he didn’t fear your regenerative capabilities…you had none… surely you knew that…he watched you closely as he yanked the knife from his shoulder, he gasped in pain spittle dripping from the corner of his gritted teeth…he steadies himself and begins to walk toward you sword and knife posed.

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Liman
Ignored you as you yanked the blade from your shoulder and had slowly begun to stalk toward him; his own vision was unhappily blurring…He knew he couldn’t reattach the thing but he also knew he couldn’t win this battle…not like this, not when he was so weak…he needed to retreat, heal and come back at you when he had taken his serum…he glanced over his shoulder…there was no where to run your people had blockaded one side of the alley and you where blocking the other…he also couldn’t climb as he was now…so he grabbed his arm and began digging through muscle and veins in search of the bone, for grafted to the bone was a thin strip of green material…it looked like a piece of bacon with mother board wiring on it…it was what Vicious used in his *R.E.B.O.R.N* model to regulate the flow of genetics…it also was highly unstable and explosive when compacted…he meant to blow his way through the blockade…finding it he ripped it out and stood…turning he started running toward the blockade his other fist crushing the membrane like material.

Clive
Watched you as you ran toward the blockade, an expression of confusion fluttering across his features, why you where running toward the blockade confused his sensibilities…you couldn’t scale the damn thing. He looked down at your twitching arm as he stepped by it Noticing then the large hole where you had yanked out the G.C.P. he mouthed the ‘f’ word and took off after you fully understanding the instabilities the older model’s G.C.P contained.

Liman
Hearing your steps pick up behind him he slammed the membrane like material onto the base of the blockade and pulled out a piece of c4 block he had in one of his pant’s many pockets. He added those to the mix noticing the hissing sound as the membrane went to work…he then turned and ran back toward you, pausing to hide behind some alley debris as the thing went off…not waiting for the smoke to clear nor you to catch up he runs through the flames and smoke, glad for it. You wouldn’t be able to aim your guns nor knife, at his back…he lurched into the street and on coming traffic…horns blasting and cars crashed as he slowly began to make his way across the road…following the destruction the exploded debris had made.

Clive
Shields his already messed up face as he runs through the smoke, sword still in hand he had tossed the knife and now held one of his 45’s…he coughed as he came clear of the smoke his eyes scanning the decimated area, he frowns…Vicious wouldn’t like this since he was sure to hear some negative flack from the Truman’s about disrupting the citizens of Ajoia…but he didn’t have time to think about it as he saw your limping, armless form across the street making for the alley over there, he aims the gun and fires several times…his target the back of your knees…he didn’t want to kill you with a gun…that would be to easy.

Liman
Jerks as he feels the bullets ripping through the back of his legs and shattering his knee caps…he screams in anguish as he falls forward, catching himself with only one arm he flops onto his back having been unbalanced…he lays there squirming trying to find the strength to try and stand…but it was useless effort.

Clive
Walks comely toward you his gun once more sheathed in its holster. He ignored the people along the street, they where hiding in their cars, behind their cars, or in near by buildings…all of them vultures…pretending to be frozen by fear but all they really wanted to do is watch the action…people sick to the core…he could see them now, on the TV speaking to the reporters about what they saw and how scared they where…how they hope ‘the bad man’ will be caught and brought to justice…yada yada…but none of them would try and help you…now would they…he stood over you looking down at your bloody and broken body…he sneered and said…”well Liman…I guess this is it…I guess your office is now mine, but don’t worry I will keep the plant, everything else will change…but the plant…” he places one foot on either side of you taking a moment to crush his heal down on your still good hand.

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Liman
Winces as your heal crushes his fingers, but his genetics had faltered by now and even if you didn’t kill him they would, they had already begun to decompose his body…to leave no trace of his existence, the side effect being, he was numb to the pain but still fully aware of his approaching doom…he hated you, with all his *never existed soul* he hated you…his red eyes glowed slowly fading out “Fuck you Clive…” blood trickled and then bubbled from his lips as he spoke…<br>
Clive
Shook his head…”You can’t Liman…your dead” he lifted the sword, and without further a-due stabbed it down through your throat and spine, he twisted the blade severing the spine and cutting your head off; an action which incited a collective gasp from the on looking crowd…he yanked the blade out and whipped it on your clothes…at lest what was left of them…he made a face as he watched you decomposition accelerate, he grabbed your model number chip from your skull to prove your death. He then turned and walked away, hearing the cop cars in the distance…again he ignored the crowd as he walked back down the alley making sure there was no trace of Liman, the WW’s or himself any ware in the area…he replaced his coat and began his assent up the building where he would retreat across the roofs


Thus passes Liman Statham-Number 1 of the Warrior Monks, Right hand of Vicious...is now nothing more then a blood stain on the streets of Ajoia...