Description: In our last episode, Daniel Jack was gunned down in a warehouse, and tossed in a dumpster for dead. After a week of medical work, he returns back to his Dojo. But an old foe had signed up for Todoh-Ryuu Kobojutsu, and when both run into each other... trouble ensues.
Daniel Jack had a very bad week. It started when he was poking around an old abandoned warehouse, searching for clues on the presence of Mad Gear. What ended up happening was the site was far from being abandoned, and Mad Gear member Holly Wood made a fine piece of work out of the detective. After getting his throat cut and being gunned down by an assault rifle, Daniel was ditched in a dumpster. Only through his intense training with Todoh-Ryuu Kobojutsu kept him alive, if just barely. After being discovered, he was rushed to the hospital. Seven whole days. He once again had the snot beaten out of him by Mad Gear. Yet, there was something different. There wasn't any shame, nor was their fear.
There was pride.
Daniel Jack walked down the streets of Southdown, the evening sun grazing his shoulders.
The man was dressed in his gi, and was clear of his normal street wear. Yes, he could have changed while at the dojo. But why would he deny the city of Southtown the knowledge that he was part of Todoh-Ryuu Kobojutsu. Sure, he looked unusual to say the least. There weren't that manner African Americans decked out in full aikido gear. But Daniel had none of that the deal with. He had a lesson to attend... and a story to tell. Master and Mistress Todoh were likely very concerned by the fact he missed a lesson. Being such a dedicated student now, he felt he would need to explain himself. And how he successfully used Kasane Ate.
Approaching the entry garden of the Dojo, Daniel looked around, eyeing the moderately kept garden of the Dojo. Stepping up into the porch of the traditional site of training, he stopped at a pillar, taking a deep breath. There was only one way to prepare for his lesson for the day. Naturally, he was early. But this was normal for him. He needed the extra time to prepare for his teacher in the only way he could. Entering the floor of the Dojo, he saw that it was empty. The detective grunted, looking around for his tool of training. And there, in the corner, it was placed, ready for a wielder to utilize it's talents. Daniel Jack knew what he had to do. Walking over to the device, he picks it up, and gives it a swipe.
Promptly, he begins sweeping the Dojo floor, cleaning up the floor before the main class arrived.
This last week, Daniel has had an unknown interloper within the dojo. Having come inside and tackled Todoh within five minutes, he has quickly taken the lifestyle of a pupil into heart. And with a rather feverish enthusiasm, nearly always lingering around, practicing upon his own, or just being incredibly lazy and pretending to until Todoh finds out and smacks him. Indeed, he needs to be hit to stay on track. His willpower is a small, fragile thing at best, and he's finding that he's making progress through hurdles for the first time in years since his short stay. He's not donned the gi however, through a carefully baked misdirection campaign. He probably only put off the inevitable, but his fighting style is still just a long series of dirty tricks. Without the tricks, he's got nothing. NOTHING.
He had taken a short leave of absence. How curious fate is, that after his long vigil only when his guard drops does terror strike. A sliding door slithers, and in walks the grizzled man within a trenchcoat and cowboy hat. He nurses at a bottle of water, beginning to tip it back as his eyes shift to take in the suddenly not-empty room. Initially, his expression was almost amiable, the beginning of a grin at the anticipation of some companionship.
But that goes very, very south.
Slowly, slackjacked surprise warps him. Then his eyes widen, teeth gritting down. The water is forgotten, clenched within his fist. The last these two had met, they had a violent fight that ended with an angry bartender touting a shotgun. He never forgets a fight like that, because most people want revenge on him. ...this is just a very bad case of luck.
He points, accusingly, with the bottle. Water sloshes out and splashes on the floor. "You!!"
Sweep Sweep Sweep. Our detective simply sweeps the grounds of the dojo. Master and Mistress Todoh would be pleased by his actions, as well as Daniel himself. He felt somewhat responsible for the school, and taking care of it was good for him, as well as the other students. He hears the door slide open, and doesn't immediately look up. Speak of the devil. Another student coming in to help out early? Or perhaps a new recruit. Daniel Jack finally looks up after a few more sweeps, inspecting the oncoming individual.
Daniel Jack drops the broom with a low clatter. Snapping to the position that only the Way of Todoh could provide, he readies himself in the defensive stance of Aikido. One hand forward, one hand back. He glares at the man, face contorting with fuming outrage. As Roland cries out, Daniel just glares. "Woody." He states coldly, rolling his fingers.
He remembered Roland all too well. He was the first of many false leads, but he was the nastiest. And here he was, out from the Jock Strip and right in his special place. "So the refuse has followed me back to my sanctuary. Upset that your buddies didn't finish the job, huh, is that it?" The detective growls, choking back the urge to tear him to pieces right here. "Get out." Daniel Jack spit out in a monotone. "Get out now."
And with that, Daniel Jack freezes in place, watching Roland with intense eyes.
A similar stance is taken by Roland, if similar means a bad imitation of a boxer raising two closed fists in the general proximity of his head. Hunkering down, his stance spreads and he looks about ready to start shadowboxing the rather large distance between. He even weaves left and right now and then, for added measure. "Orange Julius! What're you doing here!!" he snaps out, rather openly accusing. The bottle of water was dropped, rolling against the side of the wall. "YOUR sanctuary? You wish! I'm Todoh's star pupil!" He has an arrogant look of one who's only stating the most simple of facts, standing upright and jamming a thumb into his chest. "I'm gonna make it big. What're you? Someone he hired to sweep it up? Screw that, you're just pushing the dirt around! YOU get out!!" He then points to the door as well. If his memory was less drunken haze, he might put the pieces together that Daniel used many of Todoh's techniques. ...it isn't, however. Someone is going to have to leave. This is now very apparent. ...but who?! Just to make matters more concrete, "Or I'll THROW you out!"
Words are simply unable to describe the look that Daniel Jack was giving. If Roland ever wanted to know what Daniel looks like when his composure was completely shattered, this was that look. His eyes went blank, his jaw went slack, and his entire form just drooped. And then, his face turned a sort of purple, like if he was furiously blushing. Gritting his teeth, his eyes seemed to tremble at the same rate that vein in his forehead was. Finally, the noise erupts, rattling throughout the entire dojo.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!?!?!?" The detective suddenly was stomping towards Roland, eyes burning with a white-hot rage only brought forward by the glory that was Todoh. "Alright, Scuzzy, that's it. NO ONE is MASTER TODOH'S star pupil but ME! You. Me. 15 minutes. Deep tissue scarring, you dig it NOW?!?!"
Daniel Jack suddenly shot forward, unleashing a rapid hand chop. Then another hand chop with the opposite hand, followed by a palm strike. Finally, he whips his leg around, unleashing a single, solid roundhouse kick, attempting to knock Roland right out of the Dojo with the sheer force of the HONORABLE TECHNIQUE OF TODOH!
COMBATSYS: Daniel has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Roland has joined the fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Roland blocks Daniel's Zoot Suit Riot.
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Roland 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Daniel
Oh, Roland looked more then a little bit smug when the man reacts in such a manner. His arms laced before his chest, smirk blossoming like some terrible flower on his hard and unrepentant features. The stomping does make him become a good deal more tense, squeezing his armpits on his hands to prevent himself from looking as if he's concerned about being slugged in the face. Given the odd, taut and awkward stand he's doing, that only really draws attention to it. "Yeah. Me. The one with talent. I recall leaving you to pick up the tab, Jewels!" He shortened Orange Julius, obviously. He finally snaps to attention at the first chop, just in time for it to smack his thankfully slightly armored trenchcoat with a grunt! of surprise. The others he defends by balling up his chest slightly, mostly hit in the forearms and shoulders. Roland's Masterful Turtle Curl. Although the heavy kick catches his hip with a growl. But he's not about to be so easily put off, blindly groping out his hand to try and grasp the front of the other man's gi. "YOU DON'T DESERVE TO WEAR THAT, YOU FRAUD!" he snarls, aiming to yank him down, grasp the back, and mostly pull the shirt portion up over Daniel's head, so he can try to boot HIM towards the door! Via his ass!!
COMBATSYS: Roland successfully hits Daniel with Las Vegas Strip.
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Roland 0/-------/-------|==-----\-------\0 Daniel
Daniel's strikes were less focused on keeping his defense up, and rather focused on destroying the one who insulted Daniel AND the Way of Todoh with his horrible lies. Were the lies? A lot could have happened while Daniel Jack was gone. Well, no. It was more likely Roland was an assassin. Or something like that. Actually, Daniel Jack wasn't really in a very rational state of mind. He just knew Roland was a jerk, and he was being a jerk here for a reason that was bad. However, when Roland calls him Jewels... he really doesn't know how to react. Badly? Jewels wasn't that bad of a name. But then, he calls him something far worse.
A fraud.
The gumshoe's gi is snatched as he winds back from his kick, shuffling into Roland. Glaring at the man, he looks ready to ignore whatever trick he was trying, and BREAK HIM IN HALF. Instead, his shirt is whipped over his head, blinding him in the worst manner possible. "You cheap little WEENIE!" Daniel Jack shouted, feeling that foot pound his backside. Falling facefirst out the door, he collapses hard. And with it, a stream of... curses?
"ROBOT SNAPPING CHARLIE HORSE, GET BACK HERE!" The older student of Todoh screamed, adjusting his shirt down in a furious manner. Stumbling back up, he just forces his way right back to Roland, jumping through the air hands first. Aiming to grab Roland in midair, he would force him to the ground with a flying tackle, bring the fight back into the Dojo. He fell for a cheap trick. Now he had to regain his honor through the only honorable way.
Beating him up inside the Dojo.
JUST like how Master Todoh handled Ryo!
COMBATSYS: Daniel successfully hits Roland with Skiffle Drop.
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Roland 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Daniel
He is indeed good at making people pissed, although in this case it's rather more a side-effect then truly intentional. Certainly it made it easier to grasp hold of something handy to boot Daniel out of the dojo. HE WON! He got the other man outside first! And he was in the midst of trying to slide the door shut, to seal the deal, when it's wedged by a lot of angry Daniel. Having cared more about keeping him out then defense, he's thoroughly tackled upon his back with a loud "OOOMPH!" further. Tangled, he begins to loudly curse right back. But he then snatches out something from his vest, trying to plaster it on the other man's face. An upskirt picture of Ayame! Such a shame to lose this treasure, he only has 1,000 more. But he tries to kick the man far enough backwards that the eruption of green chi wouldn't hurt him also. He's not good fighting like this, he needs room to maneuver and do his dirty-ass and sometimes effective ambushes!! "DAMNIT JEWELS, GET THE HELL OFF ME AND GET BACK OUTSIDE! I'M WARNING YOU!!" Warning what? Who knows!!
COMBATSYS: Roland successfully hits Daniel with Roulette.
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Roland 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Daniel
Daniel Jack's flying form tackle manages to send the fight back inside. Landing hand on the cowboy elbow first, he simply glares at him. "Chew it, Woody!" Was the snap as he prepares to put the choke hold on the trickster. But then, something unexpected happens. The man places softcore pornography upon his face. The detective looks crossed eyed, obviously confused. But then, he remembers EXACTLY what happened last time Roland tried this. Daniel reaches for his face, attempting to rip it off. He might have been successful, too, if it wasn't for Roland's kick. Launching up in the air, the picture explodes all over Daniel's face, blinding him briefly.
But not for long. Daniel whips his hands forward, staring through the green haze. "This is my DOJO asshole! Don't you remember this, rubber boot!?" As he fell back down, he righted himself out, sticking his legs forward. Aiming to catch Roland either before, during or after he got up, he was roaring loudly, projecting his attack out. Landing hard on the ground, he rips his arms through the air, tearing through any guard that might be up, Turtle or otherwise. "FANTASTIC.... TODOH..." He began, winding his arm back, before unleashing the palm strike, attempting to destroy Roland's ribcage in a single blow. And with it came the final roar, signaling the end of days.
"PAAAAAAAAAAAUNCH!"
COMBATSYS: Roland dodges Daniel's Fantastic Todoh Punch.
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Roland 0/-------/-----==|====---\-------\0 Daniel
Woody. Roland tries to remember how he got that name. He's not woody in any way that he knows of. But it's hardly the time, since he's being strangled with a large man on top of him. This is more the type of thing Seishirou likes, not him!! Yet his dual assault scarcely dislodges the other man, and the trenchcoated figure quickly pulls himself to his feet and twists to face him. "I never saw you here!!" Roland snarls out, resuming his imitation boxer's stance just as the palm strike is attempted. And indeed, there's some recognition that spreads like peanut butter over his face. Swishing in a burst of speed, probably only managing since he was too busy slackjawed to think of it, a finger points. "Yeah! Yeah, you did use that before!! Todoh punch?!" His features scrounge up, pulling free his hat and then rolling it about his finger. "...Obviously you are a failed disciple, returning to beg for him to take you back! Ha! No can do! I'm his #1 now, bitch!!" And again the ring of blades sprouts from the rim of his hat, suddenly bursting into emerald energy. Swirling about, the hat flies with rather incredible force, spiraling madly in an attempt to slam into Daniel's chest with lacerating force and send him backwards!! "SUCK IT, JEWELS!"
COMBATSYS: Roland successfully hits Daniel with Blackjack.
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Roland 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Daniel
As he punch catches nothing but air, Daniel simply curses. "Bug it OUT, cat, hold still!" He rotates his body around, eyes jaggedly following the cowboy. With his body still recovering from the injuries, he realized that jumping into battle right after being bed set for seven days may not have been such a great idea. With the man setting up his hat trick, the detective could only think of what motives brought him here. #1. Take him back. Was... no. It couldn't be. But here he was. An old foe now returning to compete for Master Ryuhaku. As the hat comes, he simply tries to plow through the hat, using his intense focus and energy to overcome. Instead, he gets smashed. To the ground. With a loud WHUMP.
Daniel Jack rises up, gripping his chest. "So this is the diggity... You saw my fantastic techniques... and came here, to Master Todoh's dojo, to study Todoh-Ryuu Kobojutsu." The detective glared at Roland, an icy stature overcoming him. And then, suddenly, releases a cruel smirk. Crossing his arms, he watches Roland with a strange glint in his eyes. It was all so clear... and so interesting now. He continued, speaking with lithe, dancing tone. "So, this is what happens when I am on doctor leave. So be the breaks. Okay, Woody, brace yourself."
Daniel Jack brought his hands forward, pointing them straight at Roland. And then, he suddenly hooks his fingers downward. He unleashes a loud growl, and returned his hands back into the position of stationary aikido. No. He wouldn't use his guns here. He would only rely on the techniques of Todoh. Watching Roland with burning eyes, he nods. "Go ahead. Show me what Master Todoh has taught you."
COMBATSYS: Daniel focuses on his next action.
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Roland 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\1 Daniel
"Don't try to twist this situation around to your own advantage." Roland accuses, doing the very thing. He yanks back the wire connected to his hat, and catches it smoothly in one hand to return it to his head, and adding a rougish tilt. He happens to be in good form right now. Or maybe the uncompetable power of Todoh is finally beginning to run through his veins, and he is getting his first taste of such by destroying this former student and aspiring rival. Although the reasonable explanation isn't lost, and he narrows his eyes suspiciously. "...doctor visit!! Too cliche to be true!" He levels a finger, before spreading his stance. "I'll show you one of my own mastered techniques. Even that big chinned freak in Strolheim couldn't handle it!!" He then bursts into a run, and dives forward. His hands catch him a scant meter in front of Daniel, and he pulls himself inwards, knees to his chest and spin bent. Both ankles press together. "ROLAND..." And then he pushes up, snapping out both feet in an attempt to plow it into Daniel's face, hopefully with sexy results. "ROCKET!!"
COMBATSYS: Daniel counters Heavy Kick from Roland with Mad Jack Crack.
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Roland 0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1 Daniel
Daniel Jack glares at the man. He was in the form of Mistress Todoh now. This was her land, and in her land, there would be only the masterful arts. His words imply that he did not believe Daniel. That was fair enough, the detective thought to himself, his cold eyes devouring every movement. The Todoh arrogance was filling Daniel, his body contorting with a restrained intensity. Finally, the Roland Rocket is launched, leaving Daniel to react.
He doesn't waste time. He snatches the legs with both hooked hands. Spinning himself and Roland around, he simply smashes the cowboy at his feet, keeping his grip on the legs. Dropping on his knees, he pins Roland down, and... crap, he wasn't used to this angle. Daniel just goes into the only hold he is most comfortable with: the Chokehold. Triangulating the crook of his arm, he begins applying pressure to Roland's neck. "Look, Woody, I was busting the Mad Gear, and I was shot up. Simple as that. And Master Todoh would be ASHAMED of you. You're approach is snail soft and shuffled!" Daniel keeps a firm grip, but minimizes physical damage. "If you are truly a student of Todoh, you must LEARN the proper techniques!" Suddenly, Daniel does the unthinkable.
He pulls back, releasing Roland. Rising up from his knees, he brings his hands stable again, hooked and tense. "Now, show me your Kasane Ate, -WOODY-" Was the seething tone Daniel took as he glared at the jerk who DARED threatened his status with the Todohs.
Okay, having Roland Rocket outmuscled hadn't been within his plan. It's easy to forget that Daniel outweighs him. And outsizes him. There's a loud and heavy curse as he's swung around, arms flailing in a rather helpless manner. Then -- the choke. Oh, he's becoming familiar with it now, he remarks in his own head, clutching forearms and pulling vainly as he makes an unintelligable gack and kicks out one leg. When he's let go, Roland stumbles away and whirls, almost falling over for his trouble. He rubs at his throat in a furious manner, before looking ashamed. "I only just started the last few days!! I'm still learning chi endurance! Shut up!" This might mean he buys the idea that the other man is under Todoh's banner. Or at least, that he was trained in some fashion. "I'll learn it, and it'll be twice as good as your punkasses ever was!" Then he snaps out his hands. Blades erupt from his forearms anew, rippling with emerald energy that seems to invigorate him. Edging forward, he then spirals twice, lancing out towards the other man's chest with both blades in turn before twisting forward and lashing out, to cross his chest with both imbued weapons in an 'X' pattern. "AND I DON'T NEED HIS ULTIMATE TECHNIQUE TO BEAT SOME FORMER PUPIL!!"
COMBATSYS: Daniel counters Three Card Monte from Roland with You Got Jacked!.
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Did Roland just REJECT Kasane Ate.
I think he just rejected Kasane Ate.
"No, Woody," Daniel Jack began, deftly gripping the wrists of Roland upon the first lancing aside. Before Roland can unleash the cross-slash, he glares into the eyes of his foe. "You DO need it."
With that, he hurls Roland across the Dojo floor, tossing him solidly to the ground. Beads of sweat roll across Daniel's forehead as he returns to his defensive stance, watching the man. "But do not worry. Master Todoh has patience, you dig? We all kick off with our ghetto talents in us. But the way of Todoh..." Daniel Jack crosses his arms, nodding furiously. "Will purge the weakness from you, droogie."
Well, damn. He just got his most extreme and badass technique caught. He had silhouettes trailing behind and everything!! He bounces across his shoulder heavily, coming to a stop near the wall. Eyes narrow, as he slowly pushes back up to his feet and rolls his injured arm. "I said I don't need it to beat YOU." is clarified, slowly licking his pursed lips. His advantage is gone, but Roland has a whole deck of cards out of sight still. Oh yeah. This isn't over yet. And to clarify such, he rushes forward anew, and then crouches down to leap into the air. His right fist rears back, descending with most of his weight thrown behind it. "ROLAND..." And then he snaps down his arm, trying to slam it into Daniel's face with as much gravity as strength behind it. "WRECKER!!"
COMBATSYS: Daniel blocks Roland's Power Strike.
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Daniel Jack gives a chilling glance at Roland as he approaches. It wasn't a normal chilling glance. It was one that read a tinge of impatience. Like if your were walking around, minding your own business, and you accidently scuffed someone's nice dress shoes. You didn't mean to do anything wrong, and he understands that. But you just ruined his shoes by not paying attention. Your lack of perception ruined everything. And for that, you must pay.
The detective continues to glare as he brings his arms up, clumsily rebuffing the smashing punch with a less tender point. He feels his arms well up with pain, but he just stares. And then, he speaks. "Then, Woody. I better show you the light. Brace yourself, scuzzy."
Daniel Jack suddenly snapped his arms out, and shook his head. His hair swished through the air at an unusual pattern at the shaking, like if it was combed over itself. But then, he brought one hand up high, and a bright orange sheet of pure chi energy formed above it. But Daniel did not wait. He suddenly shouted "KASANE ATE!", and brought the sheet down towards Roland. Whether or not it contacted matter, for he immediately followed it up with an elbow jab.
Then, with his opposite hand, he repeated the process, roaring "KASANE ATE" as the sheet shot down in a half-formed manner. Another elbow jab came, followed by a palm strike with each hand. His last strike came in the form of a single, powerful uppercut, attempting to send him in the air. If successful, he would finish this off with the only way possible.
Raising his hands high above his head, a large sheet of energy formed, this time in the complete form. With a mighty swing of his hands, he guided the energy downwards to meet Roland, attempting to launch him along the floor of the Dojo with the unstoppable of Todoh that flowed in this room. And with him, the undying phrase of the ultimate technique would ring in the cowboy's ears if it should contact.
"KAAAAASAAAAAAANE ATE!!!"
COMBATSYS: Daniel successfully hits Roland with Jazz Hands.
- Power hit! -
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Oh, damn. Balls are now officially to the wall. Roland widens his eyes as the assault comes forward, and tries to make some manner of meaningful defense. But the first raging onslaught of chi just knocks his arms away, a hiss of pain before he's then struck across the face with an elbow. And with that, he's fair game. Although he's a heavy man, and is only sent slightly into the air by the uppercut before the flash of energy drives him like a football earthwards. He smacks against the matts, bouncing once and then rolling to a neatly scorched stop. For a few moments he writhes on the ground, then slams one fist into the matt. Then the other. Arduously he pushes to his feet, and then exhales. "That's it..." He then spreads his stance, assuming a quickdraw like an old western. Green fire slowly snakes to life from his fingertips, arching over his arms. "HAAA!!" And then he unleashes a veritable onslaught of small darts, each streaming white paper that reads 'PWNED' behind. His fingers are a blur, shooting out more and more, trying to get a good dozen embedded into Daniel before he then holds up his hand... and snaps his fingers, causing all of them to detonate in tandem!! It's no Kasane Ate, but it's far from harmless!
COMBATSYS: Daniel fails to counter Deuces Wild from Roland with You Got Jacked!.
- CRAZY Hit! -
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COMBATSYS: Daniel can no longer fight.
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Daniel lets the energy blast launch his foe away. A grin finally crossed over his face briefly. YES! He truly was the student of Todoh. Not this cheap wannabe half-wit. The Kasane Ate did it's work, but not all the way. As the man rises, Daniel Jack moves back in his defensive stance, watching his foe's moves. And then, he sees the quick draw position. There, he knew his danger.
The detective eyes the darts with total concentration. This was it. All his practice and dexterity would have to work. And then, the darts shoot forward at rapid speed. The student of Todoh watches... and catches one. Two. Three. He snatches darts from the air, and those he can't catch he shoves aside. Finally, the onslaught ends. And Daniel, looking just as cold, raises his hands up by each side of his face. Between the crook of each finger, there was a dart held tight.
Daniel Jack slips the darts in the pockets of his gi pants, and he crosses his arms, glaring at the stranger. And then, he just shook his head. "Woody, you don't get it, do you. This flat is the home for Todoh-Ryuu Kobojutsu. You use Todoh-Ryuu Kobojutsu. Your darts will not work here. There is only honor. Respect. AND THE WAY OF-"
And then, Roland snaps his fingers. Daniel's pants suddenly rip to pieces as the explosion triggers, destroying the lower portion of his uniform. However, that is the least of Daniel's concerns. HIS concerns seem to be based on his face, frozen in midspeech. Now flat on his back, the detective just opens and closes his trap a few times, and then, just goes silent. He just lies there, eyes open, slowly swallowing the pain in his nether regions that were compounding by the second. Finally, he says something short, brief, and to the point.
"Ice. Scrotum. Please. Now."
Oh, Roland didn't seem at all concerned when the darts were caught; this is truly testament to the other man's ability, but his smirk remained unchanged despite it all. A few seconds were drawn out, enough for the beginning of Daniel's comments, before that eruption of condensed energy. When a piece of pants bounces off his chest, Roland is fully aware that victory is his. "Well, you've changed my mind. I'm gonna learn that move just to rub it in your face that I can do it more." He wanders over, to loom over the sprawled Daniel, and huffs up his chest to again beat a fist upon it. "You know what, you can come crawling back to Todoh after all. I need a sparring dummy, and knowing that I'm doing a hell of a lot better then someone will really raise my morale." He offers a swift kick to the ribs, although he pulls the force by a lot. He's a jerk, but not a sadist. It's to just humilate the man further. "You got that, Jewels?!" Adjusting the front of his shirt, a few moments pause. "...I'll go get ice!" is finally said, and he heads in the direction of the kitchen in a quick stride. Establishing the rivalry is important, but no man should suffer undeserved with THAT for long!
COMBATSYS: Roland has ended the fight here.
Log created on 20:42:35 12/05/2008 by Daniel, and last modified on 18:01:42 12/06/2008.