Weapons Unfair, they've no Flair [Kan & Bero]

It wasn't much of a surprise to him that digimon relied on gear, it wasn't a surprise to him that they would of course start using it to enhance their abilities. It wasn't even a surprise when they came to him asking him to retrofit existing enhancements, find them places they could purchase cards or even bump up their existing equipment to the next level. It was starting to get more and more popular among younger audiences to do so to sort of protect themselves.

It was a dangerous world and the human had no problem helping those along that wished it. Most of them were willing to look past the fact he was human, maybe it was the fact he wore his scars they way he did or perhaps it was the fact he was just so much more weathered than any of the youth that they had to deal with at any given time.

Kan was a rare breed of human, an adult that had been doing this sort of business for a long time. But he never really seemed to think any less of the individuals that came to him; which was part of the reason so many did. He'd always give them the benefit of the doubt and accept whatever payments they desired for his equipment or boosts as some liked to call it.

So when his door burst open the man looked up from the andromon's arm that he was working on and blinked a few times. He took in the individual that had entered in for a few long moments before slowly standing up.

To bero his shop was surprisingly immaculate; looking something more like a doctor's office than a mechanic or engineering place. Row after row of different types of equipment lined the walls and a few center pieces much like the andromon's arm sat in the middle giving anyone a clear line of sight of who was in the store had it any real proper windows for viewing. Wiping off his hands on a rag he'd manage a small somewhat weathered smile before explaining calmly just what the other had asked.

"Name's Kan. The owner and sole engineer of this place. To answer your question? Combat efficiency and strength are always variables that can be shifted one way or another. Equipment is becoming popular with younger audiences with how many mon's now day are capable of higher level digivolutions with less 'effort' as some would call it."

The man tapped softly on the counter-top and found himself frowning after a few long moments.

"Little increases seem to make the most of smaller skirmishes; something happen recently or did you see something you'd like?"

Kan raised his brows quietly at seeing the other stare at him in some manner of disbelief. There was a quick quirk of the brow and he'd shrug continuing to wipe off his hands with that rag now that he more or less had the attention of the individual in front of him.

"Human. And you'd be a BlackGabumon if I didn't know better. My ex-wife's rookie form is the Antibody version of you."

He was familiar with the species, rough fighters every single one of them. He had never met a gabumon or any variant of that line that weren't battle hardened. Hell his ex-wife was a Weregarurumon-x most of the time and could turn her freaking hands into chainsaws for a shrot time. He noted the quick look to one side from bero, prompting a small shake of the head. He'd shrug at the idea of cheapening the combat spirit from using something other than raw strength.

"Some people don't have the luxury of that choice. It's part of the reason why I give out what I do."

There was as soft rolling of his eyes however when the other lit his cloak aflame. It didn't burn brightly, but the blue fire did give the man a small pause. Blue fire burned hotter than it's orange or yellow counterparts did they not? Then of course he spoke and the man let out a small snort.

"I know how to use and develop my own equipment but I don't partake in my own supply unless it's for testing purposes."

There was a small shrug that followed suit and he'd hold up that almost strangely white digivice that had replaced his original one not too long ago. He'd tilt his head just slightly and give the BlackGabumon a small earnest smile.

"In terms of fighting strength a 'mere' human can equal out a rookie tier digimon without the use of equipment. But where you all have your moves we're only left with our ingunity. But for people like me I have my spirits I can rely on too. So no. It's not all I have."

Kan set down his rag and felt his brow raising slightly as the other spoke. Was that surprise that he felt from the other to that admittance that he had once been married to a digimon. If gretal was around at the moment maybe he might of had a little more of an idea of what sort of digimon he had a tendency of hanging around.

"Mhm. I've got to make a living somehow you know, and many people need things fixed or made for them. So I suppose in a sense yes I am giving the digital world a service."

Kan made a shrug at the idea; he wasn't really bothered by the taunting. He could sort of feel where this digimon was trying to go. Then of course the other claimed that he didn't know what a spirit was. He'd raise a brow quietly and shrug again. The other saying that he wouldn't have an easy time against him. Carefully kan would walk around the counter, flipping up a divider between him and the 'floor' of the shop.

"I suppose I'll have to show you what a spirit is so you can better understand it then."

The human wasn't really bothered by the amount of taunting that was going into this nor did he feel like actually fighting this digimon would accomplish much past a few nasty welts or burns on his or their parts but he'd be damned if he would let them run around with this mindset about humans. That and he really did need a good stretch so to speak, it had been a bit since he had actually fought in either his human or digital form!

"How bout we find out? Behind my Shop is more than a sizable plot for a rookie tier fight."

If the digimon accepted his offer he'd of course take him to that back yard. After all, it was very sizable being on the outer limits of the city. With it being the only real building around that particular place... Well you could say it would be even more comfortable for maybe up to champions if they so deigned!

"Trust me I'm not all bark."

The human would shrug a bit, there wasn't much he could really say to that considering the entire motive here of the other seemed to be to goad him into a fight. The human looked about and glanced back at the BlackGabumon with a raised brow of course. They seemed highly doubtful of him having earned his place here. The human sighed a bit and shook his head, what was he supposed to really say that?

"You'll see."

Kan stretched a little bit and took a moment to remove his shirt. The swath of scars that criss crossed his arms and trailed all the way to his back were made painfully obvious. He'd turn to place it on a a nearby container which would just simply give the view of that nasty scar that started on his face and worked it's way over his skull, down his neck and trailing the course of his back until it vanished into the back of his pants. Some of the burns from his arms even linked up with the newer scarring that he had gotten from that lightning smite from that sovereign not too long ago. He'd roll his head and crack his neck before turning to the other.

"Lets see here..."

He'd eye bero for a few moments and then crack his knuckles marvelously. He wasn't sure if bero wanted to fight him or fight the spirit but... He figured he'd probably get called out for using his spirit outright. But whatever. He didn't much care. He'd thumb the device and that light of digivolution took over his body. For all the impressive muscled nature of the MachLeomon it didn't seem to be as much of an increase as one would think. A mane of hair, a more defined snout and well... two knives later the spirit would be standing there spinning it's knives thoughtfully.

Unlike it's human counterpart however it didn't have the scarring, no this spirit was pretty much unblooded past the spars it had with a punching bag and training dummies As the human didn't want to hurt someone without really needing to. The spirit would give Bero a toothy grin before flipping a knife in it's hand, jokingly mimicking the motion to throw it at bero...

"And this is my Spirit. A MachLeomon."

Kan rolled his shoulders quietly and raised his brows. Something about proof of trying to fight? He didn't simply try to fight, he did and he figured he did it pretty damn well. All things considering and all the places he had been. Exhaling a little he'd shake his head slowly. What could he really say to this guy?

"I don't think I could call what happened with the sovereign a fight."

The spirit wielder snorted and rolled one of his limbs, staring at the other. So the logic of what he was explaining was lost to the other? Well he was a digimon now and he didn't back down? Well that made sense. He'd quietly quirk a brow and simply shook his head.

"If I was a champion this wouldn't be a competition. It'd miss the point entirely."

A small shrug and the other got into their stance while the spirit user seemed quite all right with the stance he had currently. Somewhat relaxed and he'd even go to spin the dagger he was holding in one hand. Though the other dashed forward the MachLeomon's brows rose a bit. Zig, zagging and well... It would make throwing his knives pointless and the other started making swipes at him with those flaming claws!

Grunting a bit he'd hop back lightly on one foot to avoid the first swing, meeting the second with one of his knives and a somewhat of a 'really?' look crossing his face before the MachLeomon made a lazy swipe with one of his own knives.

Honestly he wasn't sure what to do for the moment, as Bero wasn't really... Well. He wasn't really how to approach the smaller mon. Huffing in irritation he'd jump forward, rotating and twisting his body to kick bero squarely in the chest with a kick looking to send him sprawling backwards.

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Log:
-Kan lazily moves out of the way of most of the swipes, blocking one of them with one of his knives.
-Kan uses Crash-course to try to send bero flying. He doesn't seem terribly bothered.

Passives:
Rang-Blade[Passive]: This digimon is capable of throwing it's blades like a boomerang at targets within twenty feet of it. These are not pin point accurate and have a long arc. Any blade that is thrown returns in the following post to the last location of the MachLeomon.

Drunken-Fist[Passive]: This digimon drinks quite often, off of the job, on the job, out of fights, in fights. As combat continues this digimon's intake of liquor also continues increasing; making the digimon hit harder. It often does things that others would consider somewhat risky but there isn't much in this life without pay off right? Increase in attack by 5% per post capping out at 25%, lowers defense by the same amount.

Move:
Crash-Course: Performing a somewhat standard jumping kick where it rotates it's body to apply full spinning force to a target this digimon is capable of sending digimon of similar level sprawling or even flying away from it. Deals high damage. Two post cool down.

Cooldown:
CC: [0/2]

Kan raised a brow as he watched Bero be launched away by his attack, a ring of fire popping into existance around him. Kan shook his head a little bit; if he was younger perhaps he'd still fear the flame. But to him fire was just something you got used to. If one could even say that, as his burns told a long term story of many fires he didn't have control of.

He raised his blades as the claws slashed right through the wall of fire, his reaction time wasn't the best so one of them managed to get him pretty nastily on his arm while the other bounced off of his blade.

"Shoulda guess you used fire. What's the term? Fight fire with fire?"

The fact that Bero used fire created an arguable problem. The fact that he used fire too and that he would likely be immune if not resistant to the attacks he had that were based like that. Not to mention that his barrel lob wouldn't do anything to someone on fire naturally.

But that was neither here nor there, as he found that his flask was raised to his lips. He forgot how thirsty this form always made him feel, just how much he needed to drink and how much it messed with him out of it. So he'd just roll with it and spinning one of his blades around he'd give it a throw!

If Bero was outside of the ring he'd quickly notice that knife propelling itself out next to him, dangerously close to where he was before the blade swept on by. Spinning in a large lazy loop, these blades were capable of returning to it's owner!

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Log:
-Kan took a hit from bero's claws
-Drunken-Fist has raised his attack by 5% [5/25]
-Drunken Fist has lowered his defense by 5% [5/25]
-Kan launched a knife using his passive Rang blade!

Passives:
Rang-Blade[Passive]: This digimon is capable of throwing it's blades like a boomerang at targets within twenty feet of it. These are not pin point accurate and have a long arc. Any blade that is thrown returns in the following post to the last location of the MachLeomon.

Drunken-Fist[Passive]: This digimon drinks quite often, off of the job, on the job, out of fights, in fights. As combat continues this digimon's intake of liquor also continues increasing; making the digimon hit harder. It often does things that others would consider somewhat risky but there isn't much in this life without pay off right? Increase in attack by 5% per post capping out at 25%, lowers defense by the same amount.