Unholy Genesis - [UG:Round 2] MAD GEARS OF WAR

Description: The accursed suit of armor HANNYA and its paired sword KIEN have been on the loose ever since their escape from the Museum of History. While Hannya had claimed to avoid killing Baiken and Katana out of samurai respect, the truth is that it was bluffing: it needed a host first. That didn't take long. Now, as the empowered samurai BISHAMON, the deadly spirit has begun a brutal killing spree along the Financial District -- in other words, the turf of MAD GEAR. KATANA is dispatched to find aid -- but he may find an unlikely assistant in YURI SAKAZAKI, who had been aiming to steer wayward refugees back to safety in the Il Paradiso Opera House. Will Katana and Yuri be the saviors of the Financial District, or Bishamon's next two victims?

Time: Unknown
Date: Unknown
Location: Metro City Financial District, Majigen

Kien and Hannya fled the museum after tricking Baiken and Katana into leaving them be. They required a host to unleash both their power and bloodlust upon this world and the next. Baiken and Katana were both unsuitable. The cursed gear would have to spend a great deal of time destroy and dominate the will of their victims, time neither Baiken nor Katana would have given them.

Instead, they had captured and consumed some poor soul that had strayed from Il Paradiso. It had not taken long. Soon, Bishamon had regained its ability to murder, main, and slay. The Darkstalker had wandered into the Financial District, drawn by the chaos and bloodshed of the Mad Gears' stand against the darkstalkers of Majigen.

There, Bishamon put its blade to both human and darkstalker alike. The origin of the blood was irrelevant to Bishamon. Just that it flowed. The monsterous entity stood in an intersection, blood dripping from his blade, surrounded by both bodies and ghostly flames.

Can anyone stop this monster from turning the district into a charnel house?

COMBATSYS: Bishamon has started a fight here on the top side.

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                 Bishamon         0|-------|-------

It just so happened that Yuri Sakazaki was on a vacation in Metro City when things started going crazy. Some people her age would've either taken refuge whereever they could or tried to get out of the city as quickly as they could. Good luck with the latter though, as you're on your own trying to get out of there! But Yuri isn't one of those people trying to get out or taking refuge. No, she's decided to take this as an opportunity to show just how awesome Kyokugen Karate is when there's a crisis like this going on. And demonstrate it she intends to!

As it stands, Yuri's been trying to help guide refugees to safety, while fighting off any creeps that come near her. Namely at the Il Paradiso where they've been able to turn it into a large shelter, thanks to the large size of the opera house. Unfortunately, there was one soul who had failed to find safety in the nick of time. And it turns out that was all Bishamon apparently needed for the time being. Now Yuri's pretty peeved and she's looking at Bishamon with a fierce scowl. "You don't scare me! I'm gonna knock you to pieces!" She taps her fists together and then adds, "Prepare to fight!"

COMBATSYS: Yuri has joined the fight here.

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                 Bishamon         0|-------|-------
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Yuri             0/-------/-------|

Mad Gear has been busy. With more of Metro City being consumed by Majigen, they've been waging all out war against all Darkstalkers in their turf. They don't particularly care if the Darkstalkers are peaceful or not; any that cross the gang's path is viciously assaulted and slain. Some quite brutally. Of course, being just gangers, albeit ones with weapons and the backing of Rolento, they've taken more than a few casualties themselves. Civilians have quickly learned that getting caught between a Mad Gear and Darkstalker scuffle is a surefire way to get killed quickly.

Katana's swords have also been tasting blood, the lieutenant joining in on the gang fights all across the city. He's commandeered a truck to help get from point A to point B; it's helped remind him that he ought to get his OWN truck one of these days. The truck, like other Mad Gear vehicles, resembles something out of a Mad Max movie: armor bolted on haphazardly, with barbed wire and whatever else the gang could find. It also has a few Darkstalker heads mounted on the dash. A bit gruesome, but Abigail was insistent on it. Abigail had problems.

But nevermind that. Katana sought the cursed armor still. Not only did he want it for himself, but he had fellow gangsters to avenge. The truck barrels down the street and slides to a halt near where Bishamon stands, and getting out is the giant American Samurai himself. He immediately draws his swords as he approaches the demonic swordsman.

"<You! Devil armor! Slain have you my comrades! Dishonorable. I, Katana, will knock you all down and claim you for me. Can you hearing the wind? It scream death!>" he declares in his...attempt at Japanese. He notes the presence of a young lady who looks ready to fight. "Ohhh, kawaii," he mutters. Well, he won't back down further assistance...considering how powerful this thing is.

COMBATSYS: Katana has joined the fight here.

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                 Bishamon         0|-------|-------
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Katana           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Yuri

Bishamon turns to regard Yuri, his face hidden by the helmet. The face in the middle of his torso however leers at Yuri, revealing sharp teeth. He brings his sword to the ready, not even bothering to clear the blood from it. The sword rises.

And then Katana arrives. And speaks. In horribly mangled Japanese. Neither Kien nor Hannya are human. The only emotion that could be considered to have a human parallel would be bloodlust. Bloodlust was all Hannya and Kien really had. The human wearing the armor, bearing the blade, had no emotions. His existance was ground under the combined psychic weight of the demons of armor and blade. Even still, it stuns Bishamon for a moment of 'what the hell'.

It doesn't really matter. Both of these fools will be blood on his sword.

Bishamon charges, bringing his blade high before leaping at Yuri. The sword comes down directly upon Yuri's collarbone!

COMBATSYS: Yuri dodges Bishamon's Crushing Strike.

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                 Bishamon         0|-------|---====
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Katana           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Yuri

What a huge sword, and how sharp it looks too. That sword could easily cut poor Yuri down to size if she's not careful. Partially due to the fact that she's noticed Katana arrive, and while she's not familiar with who he is, she doesn't regard him as an enemy based on how he reacts to Bishamon's presence. But let's get back to what's happening with Yuri, shall we?

As the sword comes at Yuri, the Kyokugen girl dives forwards, rolling on the ground and getting away from Bishamon and his sharp weapon of destruction. Yuri then stands up and dusts herself off, almost as a form of taunting as it is to clean herself up a little. Then she looks to Bishamon and says, "Weapons won't help you in this battle! I've got my own powers that are tougher than any weapon!"

With that, Yuri brings one of her fists back and says, "Try this on for size!" As she sends forth a small fireball at Bishamon. It's small but it still packs a punch... hopefully!

Katana, at least, gets ONE word right. "Kutabare!" Die, in other words. He then charges at Bishamon.

He wastes no time in running right up to the demon armor with his arms held out at the sides, swords facing down. He times it so when Yuri's fireball is flung, he's upon Bishamon, performing a quick slash to the left flank as he runs past Bishamon. He comes to a halt and whirls around, swords held at rather odd angles like they were knives, waiting to see what his foe does.

COMBATSYS: Bishamon blocks Yuri's Ko'ou Ken.

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                 Bishamon         0|-------|--=====
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Katana           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Yuri

COMBATSYS: Bishamon blocks Katana's Jigoku Scrape.

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                 Bishamon         0|-------|-======
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Katana           0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0             Yuri

Bishamon lands lightly on his feet, whirling to face Yuri. He swipes his left hand and bats Yuri's projectile aside before whipping his sword around to block Katana's blade. The face in the helmet snarls in a rictus of pain while the torso face snarls from annoyance. This... might be a fair fight. Bishamon hates those. Not enough blood.

The Cursed Samurai growls once, and then charges Yuri once more. It may be that he is not taking Katana seriously. Ghost fire slides along the blade of his sword as the samurai makes a lightning quick slash at the girl's face!

COMBATSYS: Bishamon successfully hits Yuri with Iai-Giri.

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                 Bishamon         1|-------|=======
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Katana           0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0             Yuri

The katana comes at Yuri again, and try as she may this time, she can't quite make it in time. The slash comes so fast she doesn't initially feel it at first, until she notices the blood coming down her face. "No!" She says with shock and disgust. "My beautiful face!" She looks up at Bishamon and scowls even harder than before. "How dare you do this to me!" She steps back a little, glaring even harder at Bishamon.

After a few moments, Yuri realizes she's doing little more than just staring at Bishamon. As if staring him down will do any good. She rushes in quickly, attempting to deliver a flying kick to Bishamon. Even with that armor on, her kicks may still have some effect.

Katana can tell when he's being ignored. This irritates him. Can even demons see that he is not Japanese? This disturbs him. First the ninja and the one-eyed samurai...now the cursed armor and this Japanese girl. Was it a sign? All these true blooded Nippons in Metro City during a dark time. Perhaps it was a sign to truly show his power. That must be it!

"<This is Mad Gear Shogunate, worm!>" he declares, attempting to grab Bishamon by the head, lift him up, then toss him into a nearby parked car. All one-handed, even! Katana is a big man, after all.

COMBATSYS: Bishamon blocks Yuri's Light Kick.

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                 Bishamon         1|-------|=======
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Katana           0/-------/-------|====---\-------\0             Yuri

COMBATSYS: Bishamon interrupts Shogun Throw from Katana with Kirisute Gomen.

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                 Bishamon         1|------=|=======
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Katana           0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0             Yuri

Bishamon brings his hand, the same hand that stopped her first attack, up and catches Yuri in the middle of her kick. He shoves Yuri aside, and whirls to face Katana. Wordlessly, he drops into a low crouch, the tip of his sword sweeping low with him before Bishamon leaps skyward. The sword cleaves a brutal arc, slashing into Katana's midsection!

The cursed samurai lands with a little more impact this time, before standing up and regarding both of the opponents before him.

<Come. Become rust on my blade.> Yuri and Katana may have a hard time understanding the samurai; his dialect is a bit older than either fighter might recognize.

Yuri doesn't understand the dialect at all, and she's very fluent in Japanese. Apparently, there are dialects that go way back in time. Too far in Yuri's opinion. But that's aside from the point. The point is Yuri's being knocked away and while it doesn't hurt, it's not exactly pleasant either. Fortunately, Yuri rights herself in midair and lands in a crouch. "I dunno what he's saying," Yuri says to Katana, "But I don't think I want to know either!" She cracks her knuckles and then says, "It doesn't matter, though! We're gonna stop him!"

Yuri gives a slight smirk to Katana, then looks to Bishamon and scowls. "I got a little something for you!" She yells as she rushes in, attempting to deliver her own version of the famous Dragon Punch. In other words, it's been given the unique treatment that Yuri gives to her moves, making them more unique!

Katana is surprised by Bishamon's speed; the demon seemed so slow! The rising slash tears through his shirt - obscuring the incorrectly written kanji symbol for 'death' - and the underlying armor, tearing the skin underneath. "Aaaah!" he cries, staggering back as blood is flicked from Bishamon's blade, some of it falling to the asphalt. That was close. Any closer and...he'd definitely be in two pieces. "<Old samurai dialect - I must knowing this today!!>" he declares in response to Yuri.

To her declaration of victory, he nods. Such bravery in a young person was so inspiring. "Hai!" he replies back, adopting his stance once more. He circles Bishamon, waiting for Yuri to perform her Shoryuyken, er, Chou Upper. He follows up by charging Bishamon and attempting to skewer him with his sword right between the teeth of the chest armor.

COMBATSYS: Bishamon blocks Yuri's Yuri Chou Upper.

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                 Bishamon         1|-----==|=======
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Katana           0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0             Yuri

COMBATSYS: Bishamon blocks Katana's Medium Strike.

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                 Bishamon         1|----===|=======
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Katana           0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0             Yuri

Bishamon catches Yuri's fist in one hand, his fingers closing around the younger woman's hand with unearthly strength even as he brings his sword to parry Katana's thrust with contempuous ease. <This is not enough,> the monster intones before shoving Yuri away. <Now DIE!> he yells, and throws his sword directly at Yuri's chest!

COMBATSYS: Yuri slows Tsuji Hayate from Bishamon with Ko'ou Ken.
>>> Punitive Hit!!! <<<

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                 Bishamon         1|---====|=======
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Katana           0/-------/-======|=======\=------\1             Yuri

The sword buries itself in Yuri's stomach with crushing force as Bishamon charges the girl. When he gets close, he rips the sword free from Yuri as he passes. He skids to a halt before whirling around to dash past Yuri once more, slashing the girl mercilessly in the back as he does so.

Once again, he stands in front of Yuri and Katana, the Kyokugen girl's blood dripping from his blade. He brings the blade up, horizontally in front of him, as the mouth in his chest opens to reveal a long tongue that caresses the sword to wipe the blood off. The armor lets out a low, contented growl as it savors the liquid.

Yuri can't believe that her attempt to stop Bishamon failed for the most part. She finds herself flat on the ground, bleeding more than before. Even her gi is soaked with blood. Yet, even in spite of her injuries, Yuri refuses to give up. She grits her teeth as she forces herself back up onto her feet. Then she looks and sees what the armor is doing, and Yuri makes a look of disgust, but the look soon changes to anger as she realizes what's going on. "You think you're a vampire or something? I'll show you!" That is, once she's recovered...

"<No, YOU die!>," Katana yells back. Master of the comeback. "<My armor! Mine armor!>"

He watches Bishamon impale Yuri then do that 'lick the blood off the blade' thing to show everyone else he's crazy. Wow, Katana has never done that before! But, no, that is not the way of a true samurai. You only wipe the blood off with your forearm to show respect, not lick it like some...bandit.

Oh yeah, and he sort of feels bad for the girl, but at least it wasn't HIM getting impaled, right??? He rushes Bishamon, ducking to grab at the cursed samurai's legs, then jump into the air holding said legs while he performs, well, a jumping powerbomb, slamming Bishamon into the ground as hard as he can. "BUTSUMETSU!"

COMBATSYS: Bishamon blocks Katana's Butsumetsu Buster.

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                 Bishamon         1|-======|=======
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Katana           0/-------/-======|=======\=------\1             Yuri

Bishamon is a monster. Monster are as monsters do. The cursed man shoves Katana away hard, forcing larger man off of him. <ENOUGH OF THIS,> the blade screams. <I THIRST!> More of those wisps of ghost fire swirl around Bishamon as he charges Yuri, when he suddenly disappears.

A moment later, five beings flare into existance. They look like men in samurai armor, sans helmet, from the waist up. They have no legs, only ghostly flame. All five spirits bring swords up, and then down on Yuri without compunction, remorse, or mercy!

COMBATSYS: Bishamon successfully hits Yuri with Tsurane Kiri.

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                 Bishamon         0|-------|-----==
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Katana           0/-------/-======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2             Yuri

Wounded and without much left to do to protect herself, Yuri nonetheless does her best to defend herself against the incoming attack. Unfortunately, it's all for naught. Yuri finds herself getting slashed multiple times, resulting in more blood and injury to Yuri. These are more than enough to cause Yuri's legs to go limp and feel like jelly. Even though she's about to pass out, Yuri decides to leave one parting gift for Bishamon.

She brings her hands behind her, focusing what's left of her chi and strength into them, and sending forth a huge fireball. As she throws it, she falls flat on her face. Seems like something out of an outtakes reel, but it means that Yuri's out for the count.

COMBATSYS: Yuri can no longer fight.

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                 Bishamon         0|-------|-----==
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Katana           0/-------/-======|

Katana knows what the cursed weaponry is doing; picking off one before setting its bloodthirsty sights on the other. Well, Katana did not fear demons. This was his turf and he was an OG. He admires the heroic last ditch effort of the Japanese girl. It was like straight out of his favorite anime, Bouncy Barrier Maiden Neo. He bowed at Yuri, then focused inwards to compose himself, maybe take out a little emergency bandages from his pocket to staunch the blood flow from that chest wound.

COMBATSYS: Katana gains composure.

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                 Bishamon         0|-------|-----==
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Katana           0/-------/--=====|

COMBATSYS: Bishamon just-defends Yuri's Denjin Haoh Sho Ko Ken!!

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                 Bishamon         0|-------|-----==
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Katana           0/-------/--=====|

Bishamon reappears, standing over Yuri. She stands one last time to make one last effort. Ghost fire spins around the incoming blast, swallowing it up. Bishamon licks the blood off of the blade, this time with his humanoid head, drawing a shudder from the Darkstalker. Bishamon turns to regard Katana. <And then there was one,> the monster intones before gesturing at the Mad Gear. A single whisp of ghost flame screams towards Katana, seeking to rend at the larger man's body even as it tries to yank Katana towards him!

COMBATSYS: Katana blocks Bishamon's Tamashii Yose.

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                 Bishamon         0|-------|----===
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Katana           0/-------/--=====|

Katana blocks the ghost flame with his swords, the apparition dissipating away into nothing, though not before leaving a claw mark across his armored chest. He snorts, and points one of his blades at Bishamon. "<At last, a samurai duel! I am very happy!>" he shouts. "<But kill Darkstalkers you...why not joining Mad Gear??? Mad Gear strong!>"

Katana charges with both swords held out. He attempts to skewer Bishamon, knock him down, and drag him across the length of the street, generating so much friction that the cursed armor will actually burst into flames! Katana will finish by slamming the demon against another parked car.

COMBATSYS: Bishamon interrupts Daikyou Burning from Katana with Kienzan EX.

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                 Bishamon         0|-------|----===
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Katana           1/-------/=======|

Bishamon charges Katana at the same moment. <You cannot give me what I seek, mortal grub,> Bishamon growls as he brings Kien around in another of those low-to-high sweeps, driving the cursed blade against Katana's flank with crushing force.

<You too shall slake my thirst,> he intones as he levels the blade at Katana, blood from both Yuri and the Mad Gear dripping slowly from the tip of the sword.

Katana howls in pain when the cursed sword bites into his flank. He felt an overwhelming sense of cold creep up afterwards, like a grave chill. He shuddered, even as he started to bleed from the wound. Even then, he started to compose again, steadying his breathing as he circled Bishamon, waiting for a new chance to strike. "<Then I plead you, focus your bloodlust on demons! This our land, we want to hunt too!>" Katana says, still not quite getting the 'bloodthirsty cursed armor with a shell vessel' part. "<You are still samurai!>"

COMBATSYS: Katana gains composure.

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                 Bishamon         0|-------|----===
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Katana           0/-------/=======|

Bishamon... just laughs. It does not show in the human face; that is twisted in a rictus of pain. The laughter is emerging from that face in his torso. <Foolish /worm/,> Bishamon says as he brings the cursed blade to a high guard position. <You would have me hunt my own kind,> he growls, <And for what?>

Bishamon charges once more Katana, the sword a veritable storm of blades, all aimed at various vital points! <Honor? Glory? NONE OF THAT MATTERS! ONLY BLOOD!>

COMBATSYS: Katana counters Kassobaki from Bishamon with Shiraha Catch.

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                 Bishamon         0|-------|-======
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Katana           1/-------/=======|

Katana waits for the demon to stop speaking - he knew it would charge sooner or later. Closer now, closer...there! Katana reach out and grabs Bishamon by the hand, and whips him around like a ragdoll, tossing him in the direction of a large metal dumpster set against a brick wall. It's likely one or both will not survive the collision. "<A samurai with no crew to roll with...living only for the bloodening...is less than worm!>" he declares.

For the first time this night, Bishamon finds himself tested. It doesn't matter. The cursed warrior rolls to his feet to regard Katana darkly, the eyes in Bishamon's chest plate burning with anger.

<Enough of this,> the monster states before charging Katana once more.

Bishamon attempts a simple leg sweep followed by a savage thrust of the sword, aiming to pin the Mad Gear to the street with his blade!

COMBATSYS: Katana counters Armed Combo from Bishamon with Kasumi Breaker.

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                 Bishamon         1|------=|=======
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Katana           1/-----==/=======|

Perhaps sheer luck is on Katana's side in this fight; or perhaps the true spirit of the samurai is stirring within the weeaboo gangster's corrupted heart. Either way, when Bishamon performs his leg sweep, a flash of light suddenly radiates from the giant American's eyes. Katana is suddenly a blur of motion - Bishamon's sword merely cuts air. In the span of only a few seconds, Katana performs a series of three slashes, the first two in an x-shape, the third straight up and down. Katana is now standing behind Bishamon, blades held poised as if he just attacked. "Doggy aroma," he says with contempt at Bishamon. He probably means 'doji noroma', or 'clumsy dunce'.

He turns. "<Perhaps you are not as good as you think...when faced against a TRUE samurai,>" he says. Is Katana getting too big for his britches???

Bits of metal, and not nearly enough blood, are sent flying from Bishamon's body in the wake of Katana's flurry of blows. The cursed warrior stays standing. Not even a wobble or a stagger. He simply turns to face Katana and lets out a basso roar.

Ghost flame sweeps and whirls around Bishamon, responding to the monsters rage as the mouth in Bishamon's torso opens almost impossibly wide, a vaguely hand-shapped torrent of soul fire reaching out to grab Katana and crush him like an over ripe fruit!

COMBATSYS: Katana blocks Bishamon's Oni Kubi Hineri.

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                 Bishamon         0|-------|------=
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Katana           1/---====/=======|

Katana can't believe he went from collecting extortion money just two weeks ago to battling ghostly demons today. But it certainly was exciting; he was practically living one of his fantasy manga! Well, there was the fact people were getting hurt and killed but, still. Even now, as Bishamon's rage builds, Katana, fatigued from the exertion but still going, stands in awe and fear of the flames surrounding the armor.

Then he is grabbed. He fortunately curled in himself before being crushed, minimizing the damage to vitals. But he can still feel the tightening around him, the burning of the ghostly fire that seems to somehow also chill him to the bone. He can't even cry out - his breath catches in his throat. When he is released he falls to the ground, swords clattering beside him. He breathes heavily, his clothing torn, still bleeding. But then he gets up, shaking his head. "<Such power...!>" If only HE could harness such power. Then perhaps Lord Belger will grant him even greater authority! Ah, to be his shogun's right hand...

He grabs his swords, and suddenly feels a swell of energy from within. This was HIS turf. Bishamon COULD be beaten, he knows this! With a roar of his own, though much less impressive, he charges Bishamon at full speed. He attempts to grab the demon and perform another Butsumetsu buster. But after the slame, he picks him up by his legs and jumps even HIGHER for a second powerbomb hard enough to crack the street. Once this happens, he stabs his swords as far as they'll go into Bishamon's chest, drag him across the street for another flaming friction attempt, and slam him...well, against a car.

COMBATSYS: Katana successfully hits Bishamon with Ten Chuu Satsu.

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                 Bishamon         0|-------|-======
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Katana           0/-------/------=|

Bishamon is slammed to the earth with brutal certainty. He lays there for a moment, staring into the blood-red sky. He doesn't move for a long minute. And then he rises, spinning in a full circle once as he does so, and stands there to face Katana. If the bloodlust the monster was showing before was not obvious, it is now as the air around Bishamon all but shakes with it.

Bishamon charges Katana one last time, rising in a short hop before bringing the cursed blade Kien down upon Katana's helmet!

COMBATSYS: Bishamon successfully hits Katana with Fierce Strike.

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                 Bishamon         0|-------|------=
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Katana           0/-------/---====|

Katana is too tired to properly defend; instead he tries to leap back from Bishamon's own hop, but is a little too short. The cursed sword actually slices through the helmet and cuts Katana's face on the right side. The helmet is split, but doesn't fall off - it only shows off a little more of Katana's white skin. "Aaaaah!" He raises a hand to his face as it bleeds, staggering back against a lamp post.

This was clearly his toughest fight, but he was unwilling to lose to this demon. He WILL prevail. He ignores the pain and roars back at Bishamon, like he was back in high school about to tackle an opposing team's player. He aims to viciously slice down at Bishamon's shoulder to cut him as deep as possible.

COMBATSYS: Katana successfully hits Bishamon with Fierce Strike.
Glancing Blow

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                 Bishamon         0|-------|-----==
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Katana           0/-------/--=====|

The cut strikes deep, and this time Katana is rewarded with a geyser of blood from the shoulder of the man the cursed gear is possessing! Bishamon wobbles dangerously, staggering away from Katana before regaining his balance.

The monster lets out a roar of frustrated rage, shaking the pavement around him before he hurls the sword at Katana's gut! He might recognize this move.

COMBATSYS: Bishamon can no longer fight.

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Katana           0/-------/--=====|

COMBATSYS: Bishamon successfully hits Katana with Tsuji Hayate.

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Katana           1/----===/=======|

Like with Yuri, the blade buries itself to the hilt into Katana'a stomach. The cursed warrior charges Katana, and grabs the sword. He twists the blade once before ripping the sword free to tear open the wound even further as he dashes past Katana. He stops one step behind Katana before turning to deliver a clean stroke to Katana's back.

Confident that this did the trick, Bishamon takes two staggering steps backward before falling back onto the street. The man wearing the armor closes his eyes, and the light in the armor's eyes goes dark. Neither man nor cursed gear move.

Katana can't believe it. The blood spray is very satisfying - it can BLEED. "<How does it FEELING?> Huh, you baka motherfu-" Katana begins, feeling high off the battle. But then he's interrupted when the sword is thrown. Katana dodges to the left, but the sword still buries itself in his side, sinking deep. He gasps as it goes all the way up to the hilt, blood flying from his mouth.

He yells when Bishamon rips the sword out the rest of the way, more blood hitting the pavement. Katana staggers back, then gets slashed in the back, his armor ripped further and his back getting a long, nasty gash. He falls to his knees, coughing and sputtering. No, not like this! But then he hears a clank.

He turns, and gives a slightly hysterical laugh. It's...fallen! He has WON! Against all odds! Katana crawls on his hands and knees towards his fallen foe. He's too tired for Japanese, so he switches to English. "You were...a tough opponent. But NEVER mess with the Mad Gear samurai! Hahah..." He falls to a seated position, breathing hard.

COMBATSYS: Katana can no longer fight.

Light glints from a shiny metal blade from a rooftop overlooking the streets of the Financial District -- the scythe held atop the shoulder of a hooded man observing the fight. Intense red irises have been staring at the combatants all throughout their fight.

And then the figure leaps off the roof of the building, leaping into a window, the windowpane shattering from afar.

But it will be a stereo effect. The center speaker, as the analogy goes, is -behind- Katana -- and the scythe-wielding figure lands on one foot, and one knee, the scythe flattened to the ground before him.

Jedah Dohma, ruler of the Majigen domain, rises to his full height, a confident smirk on his thin lips. Nonchalantly, he waits until he receives attention before speaking, propping the scythe upon his shoulder. "By my count, this is twice you have fought the accursed armor here: Hannya, and its paired sword Kien." Rolling his neck, he seems pleased -- but also mildly bored. "Your... talent is unmistakable."

His eyes flit over the fallen armor, just for a moment, before turning to the fallen body of Yuri Sakazaki -- and then back to Katana. "Is this some twisted form of samurai honor, perhaps?"

Katana hears the voice but is too injured to move to look, at first; but then he struggles to his feet with the help of his katana, turning slowly to face Jedah. Katana looks grimly serious as usual, despite his ridiculous getup and extensive wounds. "My honor is NOT twisted!" he says. Despite his stoic, hard way of speaking like he thinks a Japanese samurai would, his Metro City working class accent is still...distinct. "This armor was to be mine, so I would lead my Mad Gear fellows in battle for our shogun! But now I see...it is cursed. I've proven here, that I don't need a pimp set of armor and sword to be victorious. All I need...is my Japanese blood, which is 100 percent pure if you were not aware, and my home grown martial arts talent with simple, pure nippon steel. Do you see?"

Lord Dohma smiles patiently at Katana, as one would smile to a yawning child insisting he's not tired. He listens as the weeaboo samurai tells his version of the events which have just unfolded, and insists that he's proven himself.

And nods, in approval. "Indeed you have. And, I fear, it is I who must apologize to you, as all this bloodshed has come about due to my inattentiveness." He folds one arm stiffly to his chest, another by his side, as he offers a regal bow. It's not a Japanese-style bow, but when a seven-foot tall demon dressed in purple offers respect, it's probably wise to accept it for what it is.

He glances to the wreckage of the city street, the mayhem unleashed. And he closes his eyes, feet lifting off the ground as he begins to hover, the only change in his body being the pointed toes of his garb drooping slightly.

"The accursed armor shall trouble you no longer. Please accept my apology." The demon lord's voice is loud, but not offensively so -- just enough to convey the gravitas of the statement. He slowly hovers towards Hannya as he speaks. "My goals in this displacement will become clear in the coming weeks. I have not intended for people to become irreparably injured in these incidents, so if you wish it, I can order my team of webspinners to provide medical care.

He stops just short of the accursed armor, swiveling his shoulders back to Katana. "Would that be helpful to you and yours, or rejected as dishonorable?"

The Black Messiah's faint smile colors that turn of phrase.

If Katana realizes he's being humored, he doesn't seem to show it. Perhaps he is too caught up in the aftermath of the fight. Or just wrapped up in his own world. Recognition of the ma before him hits him, however. So THIS is the one behind this madness! Katana returns the bow with a stiff Japanese one, if only because you are supposed to do that regardless of who it is. But he is frowning deeper.

"Hmmph. I know you now. The one who has brought all this to Mad Gear territory!" Katana starts to limp back towards the armored truck he hastily outfitted for the streets.

"Heal the girl, not me. I will seek aid elsewhere. There is much more to do until our city is restored!"

The dark lord smiles back at Katana, baring a fearsome array of dagger-sharp teeth. The tiny dog, he barks fiercest against the foe towering over him. And yet, though he is completely within his rights to express the alpha role -- he does not. "Yes, it is I who have bestowed the light of judgment upon you. And rest assured -- you acquit yourself and yours well, 'Katana.'"

The notion that Katana does -not- request aid is certainly not lost upon the bloodlord. "Very well." A high-pitched whistle splits the sky -- the combined efforts of several dozen voices combining in perfect unison -- and before long the skittering of spider legs can be heard. A trio of young Italian women with white lab coats and spider legs protruding from their back appear, and begin closing in on the fallen Yuri.

Jedah, for his part, simply looks down at the form of Bishamon. With an incline of his head, the body and armor are lifted into the air. Jedah reaches out for the sword, retrieves it from his hand, and smirks tenderly. "Rest assured, samurai... you will receive a stronger offer of recompense."

As the spiders begin to apply first aid to Yuri, the bloodlord rises further into the sky. He adds, darkly, to the retreating Katana: "Should you choose to accept it, of course."

Log created on 17:49:30 04/19/2015 by Bishamon, and last modified on 19:26:41 04/20/2015.