From Sendai to Tokyo (Xenica, Open)
Mar 28, 2019 16:53:40 GMT
Post by Saruyuki Takemitsu on Mar 28, 2019 16:53:40 GMT
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[attr="class","jikan"] [attr="class","hiraeth"]猿も木から落ちる。 | [attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ☸ Before Saruyuki could act on his instincts to rush to the other girl's defense, he was taken by complete surprise with how well-adapted she was to responding against impending threats; just as two other boys withdrew weapons of their own, she wasted no time making short work of them as they attempted, rather poorly, to inflict bodily harm on her, even going as far as to snap the arm of one boy without pity or remorse.His distraction would serve to the benefit of the ringleader for this three-ring circus, who rushed forward with both fists swinging at Saruyuki in powerful jabs and thrusts. "Oh shi—!?" He barely manages to avoid the first set of knuckles aimed straight for his jaw, feeling the air rush past him like the blades his flunkies were trying so hard to use on the black-haired punker girl. A left cross follows, but Saruyuki deflects the blow with a right elbow, then counters with a series of practiced rapid punches to the thug's torso before he has a chance to even attempt a third hit, staggering backward with a series of grunts in the process. "Piss off! I didn't ask for your help!" Saruyuki screams at both her and the newcomer, who thought it necessary to attract even more attention to them all with her own brand of abrasiveness. "These assholes are my issue!" The biggest of the bullies bites down, regains his bearings, and boisterously sneers. "You heard 'im, ladies." He then snaps his fingers two times in quick succession, and all but the one with a broken arm cease their attempts to show Xenica what for and, rather unsurprisingly, circle around Saruyuki like a pack of bloodthirsty hyenas. Saruyuki glares with fury in his eyes as he turns slowly on his feet, making sure to get a good look at all of his targets before they got a chance to make their move. Two had knives, and their crony-in-chief was cocky enough to think he could land a blow with just his hands. Tensions hang over the terminal as passersby, caught up in the heat of the moment, begin looking on with concerned expressions, while some of the younger observers took to recording the ordeal with their smartphones, much to Saruyuki's dismay as he assumes a Muay Thai posture to conceal his face. "How sad for you to rely on girls to come to your rescue. You're a right chump, Takemitsu, you know that?" The miscreant jeers arrogantly, ready to rumble. "Or should I say, a right chimp?" That was his last mistake. Without any warning at all, Saruyuki barrels forward and, using every last ounce of his physical strength, throws a white-knuckled fist deep into the offender's abdomen to the point he curls over, robbed of his ability to breath, and vomits to the station floor. Grabbing the burly kid's head with both hands next, Saruyuki angrily begins to drive his knee into his face—repeatedly—causing the other punks to lash forward in a panic to defend their boss from harm. But the incensed Saruyuki takes advantage of their fear and skillfully flips over the bloodied bully with acrobatic finesse as they barely brake themselves to avoid plunging their knives into their comrade, allowing him to thrust a back-facing side kick into the posterior of his devastated opponent and send his body toppling into the bullies as if he were a bowling ball hitting the pins for a perfect strike. Emulating the mighty Bruce Lee, Saruyuki lets loose a wailing scream of rage and leaps into the air, pouncing on all three punks like a leopard going in for the kill as he delivers blow after blow every chance he could take; while most of them were stomping attacks and well-placed knee strikes, he peppered a couple of punches and elbow blows wherever he could, taking liberties to disarm his enemies of their cheaply-crafted knives whenever they sought to even the odds. The two clowns that tried to jump the orange-haired girl, pressed for options, were forced to reconsider their decision to play dirty and come at the blond fighter like a couple of savages, but just like the mythical Sati demonstrating her devotion to the Lord Shiva, all they managed to do was throw themselves into their own funeral pyre. It was no longer a street fight. It was now a bloodbath. And Saruyuki was the executioner. Within a short handful of minutes, all of the indolent delinquents, once full of swagger and bravado, were now reduced to a pitiful mess of their former selves, groaning and whimpering like newborn puppies as they shivered in a mixture of bruises and bodily fluids. Breathing heavily from the aftermath of his one-man onslaught, Saruyuki takes a couple of moments to collect the knives off their persons, strode his way over to the nearest trash bin, and furiously slams them into the refuse with a downward swipe. Then, suddenly, he takes to the stairs and runs off, leaving both girls behind along with the pile of battered and beaten bullies as onlookers and pedestrians alike gathered in tandem. If the two of them were quick enough, they could still catch Saruyuki sprinting in the direction of Hibiya Park. It would have been in their best interests. The police were likely to show up any minute now. ✉ tag -- ( Xenica Sanagi , Ashikaga Mao ) ✎ 893 words ※ I THROW FIRE LIKE IT'S FISTS OF FURY, CALL ME BRUCE LEE |
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