Description: Gen has opened up a new school near his new Genhanten - a dojo in which to train so many in his ways of fighting. His ways of killing. His years are few, and in his search for that one last, grand battle, he has time to pass on his art to those who are younger. Ryuhaku Todoh, on the other hand, does not take kindly to having another competing dojo and attempts to con El Fuerte into doing his dirty - but no less petty - work. Does his dastardly plan to subdue, intimidate, or - let's be honest - annoy the piss out of his new neighbors come to fruition?!
Not long ago, Genhanten found a new home in Southtown. Its counterparts in Shanghai, Hong Kong, and Taipei are rather famous in some culinary circles, even if they've never been the huge, constantly-packed phenomenon that some places attain. Truthfully, Gen likes it that way. In most of these situations, and others, there have been martial arts schools established. While most of the students receive little direct training from Gen, his apprentices instruct, and select promising pupils in a number of nations. While some would recruit solely for their own ventures - in Gen's case the Silver Dragon Triad, one of the most mysterious and feared forces in the Chinese underworld - Gen's ventures are just as pleased to train rivals as allies, and in fact, he's wound up taking on several personal apprentices that opposed him, over the years. The exact philosophy behind the effort is an enigma, but the pertinent fact is this:
There is a new school in Southtown, and after a remarkable demonstration at the YFCC, enrollment is way, way up. It's presently centered in an old community center that has been restored by Gen, near the Genhanten in Chinatown. Its interior is half gym, half dojo, its exterior matching the traditional Chinese architecture of the neighbourhood. Currently, the legendary ghost assassin of the Chinese underworld, and (more publically) master chef and kung-fu teacher oversees the training of about a half-dozen students working late into the evening on various difficult body-hardening and strength honing exercises, like striking and being struck by very hard objects.
Gen is currently dressed in dark blue and silver, his traditional kung-fu garb loose and flowing, adorned with ornate borders and embroidery. His hands clasped behind his back, he rather nonchalantly walks among the students, taking stock of the instruction a couple more senior pupils offer, without offering any input of his own, just now.
The Todoh dojo is not one of grand prestige. If anything, it is known more for that annoying old man that nobody can ever seem to get rid of than the actual martial art. Like a stubborn used car salesman, there's just something about him that seems to want to keep going to make a sale. Or a student, as the case may be.
One of the fundamental rules of getting students: do a better job of advertising your dojo than your competition! Which... requires money and access to printers and a lot of paper, something that old Ryuhaku Todoh has no such means to acquire with any sort of ease (not that this has ever stopped him from taking catnaps inside them, but that's a whole different scene unto itself).
Therefore he engages in entirely the opposite - sabotage and chicanery and all sorts of unsportsmanlike business conduct that would make Bill Gates proud... if he ever actually succeeded. Fortunately, there's this new school around here that may or may not know the ropes about Southtown's ins and outs, and you know, maybe they'll just be easy to chase out of the city. He might even make a few converts out of the whole ordeal. So then he hears this guy is a master chef, yes, and he knows one thing about master chefs - they're always trouble!
So he basically begged random people on the street to help him do 'a thing' for 'a recipe' without specifying what it is because he's keeping his fingers crossed that he just may accidentally come across one. You don't get anywhere without boasting and lying outright here.
Todoh pokes his head down from behind a wooden pillar to scope out the students. They actually have a nice place here. Too nice! Too clean! Too professional looking! It makes him so jealous that he grinds his teeth. But no matter, he'll re-educate the lot of 'em or cry trying.
Now, where is that other guy, anyway?
It seems like it is a fact if you utter the words secret and recipe in t he same sentence you can summon a rather notorius chef. It didn't take more than two minutes of Todoh spreading the word before El Fuerte tuned into the elder martial artist and what he had to say. All he needed was a name and an address and he was off before Todoh could even blink and eye. That man is so fast it is a surprise that somehow flames didn't remain in his wake when he went dashing off. Yet somehow Todoh was the first to arrive at Genhanten tonight before the energetic luchador. Could he gotten the directions wrong? He seemed to understand them well enough at least.
Just when Todoh may think that El Fuerte wouldn't show there is a breeze that picks up followed by the sound of quick footsteps as something zips right by the Todoh-ryuu practitioner and the door to Genhanten bursts open as the luchador slides in at high speed to slow himself, speed marks being left in his wake due to his feet scuffing across the floor as he pops up to his feet. "THE HURRICANE OF THE GULF IS HERE FOR THE SECRET RECIPE!" he declares loudly while thrusting a finger in the air and posing. He seemed to waste no time to get here since his luchador attire is combined with the hat and coat of a chef at the moment.
He takes a look around and folds his arms over his chest as he takes a look around. Where was that gentleman that gave him that important information? Maybe he hasn't arrived yet. "Where is the master chef so I may speak with him?" he barks out and he shifts to where his arms unfold and he thrusts a finger forward and he seems to be looking to point out who he thinks is the head of this little operation. Where are all the cooks anyways?
As Todoh lurks, Gen's eyes shift to the side. He's still not looking back towards the hidden Todoh-ryuu master, but there's the vaguest, darkest smile that crosses his face as he prepares to turn to confront Todoh. Then, as Gen slowly unfolds one hand from the other, brings them in front of him, and comes about... El Fuerte BURSTS into the gym in dramatic, decidedly less than subtle fashion. Gen's white brows come together in a scowl, and the old master pauses to study the odd luchadore, one hand gently stroking his long, equally stark white beard.
"I am the head chef and owner of the Genhanten next door." Gen confirms easily, too easily, "What do you and your friend..." the word could be airquoted, if Gen weren't too busy stroking his beard, his eyes travelling to Todoh's pillar, "want here? I warn you only once, this is a school of the martial arts, and my domain. You will be held responsible for your words, here, and your intents. Calm yourself, speak your business, this is not a place for foolishness." The words are relaxed, but still somewhat intense and ominous. Not so much a threat, as an honest advisory. Gen may not know much about Todoh, but he knows everything there is to know about dangerous (or not so dangerous) rivalries and deceptions.
Never let your eyes off of Todoh. You never know where he'll stand next within the blink of an eye. It's just... a thing he seems to do. Like some sort of flippant disregard to quantum mechanics or some such. He sure doesn't respect most social orders and niceties. This rudeness may very well know no bounds in the laws of physics on top of that.
A childish giggle gives his position away to those far less perceptive than the masterful chef (and murderer) at El Fuerte's loud and dramatic entrance. He can't believe he got a guy to believe all that. Now he shall sneak about completely unnoticed--
He freezes in place when he starts to creep out from behind the pillar when he mentions 'your friend.' He grinds his teeth again. Dagnabbit I'm getting a better distraction next time, maybe somebody with blazing gold armor and a name that partially sounds like a crop or something!
"Oh fine, beat me to the punch, will you?!" He complains defiantly to Gen's respectful and reasonable inquiry as he threatens to stomp up towards front and center unless properly restrained, clearing his throat to speak.
"Attention all prospective students of the mighty Way of Todoh!!" He bellows, drawing out a folding fan bearing the righteous flag of Japan upon it. "I'll show the lot of ya how to fight with the greatest martial art in the world!"
An incredibly dubious claim delivered in the most impolite of circumstances. (At least it's not that guy with the ponytail in pink.)
The gaze of the luchador lands on Gen and he grins widely as he takes back his usual stance with arms folded. "I see! If you are the master chef I was promised you had famous secret recipes." he explains before he finds himself interrupted by Todoh finally showing himself and speaking. El Fuerte actually looks confused by it all and he tilts his head. "What is this all about? You said you would be here to explain why I should learn such amazing culinary secrets from the master chef!" He looks between the two men and he hmms as he lifts a hand to rub at his chin.
The masked fighter seems to be deep in thought for quite some time before giving a nod. "Very well!" He seems to decide to ignore Todoh for now and he turns about to look towards Gen again and he points towards the elder fighter. "You, sir. What must I do to learn your secrets? I must be a world class chef and I cannot leave one recipe unlearned." He could care less what Todoh may be after. His mind is set on one thing and it might be rather hard to get him out of this place until he recieves some sort of answer.
At Todoh's response to Gen's words, the entire dojo begins to look... well, a little nervous. Glances are spared from Todoh, to Fuerte, to Gen, the latter not being looked at terribly long by anyone in the dojo at the moment. Rather than seek to restrain or shut Ryuhaku up, however, Gen just lets him finish his little diatribe, watching calmly. Too calmly. Dark eyes haze over to a pupiless, blank white as he studies the other 'master', frowning deeply all of a sudden. When it comes to exploitation of quantum mechanics, some would say the unnaturaly swift assassin takes the cake, but Todoh's sneakery is certainly... impressive, after a fashion. Even if Gen doesn't look all that sold.
"If you wish to learn, I can teach you." Gen offers far more patiently to El Fuerte, "My library of culinary tradition from every corner of the Orient is indeed vast, and the food... well, exquisite, in my most objective opinion. Unfortunately... you keep some rather unappealing company, my food-fixated friend." Again, those cold eyes travel to Todoh, and suddenly, Gen is standing beside Ryuhaku, "Come then, my loud, would-be usurper. Demonstrate for my students the superiority and astounding grace of your mighty kung-fu." With that, a hand flashes outwards, led by two daggerlike fingers. He strikes three times. Once for each of Todoh's eyes, and then right into the center of his throat, laughing heartily as he does so.
COMBATSYS: Gen has started a fight here on the right meter side.
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COMBATSYS: Todoh has joined the fight here.
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Todoh 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Gen
COMBATSYS: Gen successfully hits Todoh with Violent Grapple.
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Todoh 0/-------/-----==|-------\-------\0 Gen
Rather than simple physical impact, the strikes seem to carry into Todoh's frame itself, rending the energy flows from the inside out, as if the man's own chi suddenly turned against him, becoming a corrosive force surging and broiling within, unseen shockwaves rippling through Ryuhaku from each point of nigh-simultaneous impact..
"Why I certainly wi--"
He'll certainly what? The world may never know, the hands faster than this man's own eyes by a magnitude of six. One moment he's staring down a man with no pupils in the face. The other, he sees white. It is incredibly good foresight on Gen's part to nail the throat, for otherwise this dojo would be further defiled by incessant and aggravating /noise/.
The master(?) gurgles silently, shuddering as his own chi - something he is more than familiar with - courses through him like the sting of Robert's taste in expensive (and dare one suggest, AWFUL) taste of liquor as he trips over on his own feet, his back hitting the dojo floor and occasionally convulsing.
Is it that easy? Would it truly be that easy to dispose of such a noisy fool whose years have not allowed him to accrue the wisdom expected of one of his age?!
COMBATSYS: Todoh takes no action.
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Todoh 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Gen
Success! El Fuerte seems to like the answer he was given by Gen and he nods. Though he soon finds the elder fighter attacks Todoh without hesitation. He oddly doesn't seem to step in just yet since this seems to be a dispute that does not involve him and his quest for food. "Amigos, must we fight?" he asks and he looks to try and take in the whole situation. He did burst into a man's dojo in a rather rude way. He was caught up in the moment. Yet Gen showed patience and was amicable about offering to teach him.
He stays back for now, but seems to be observing. It is a rarity for the luchador since he is often one to act first and ask questions later. "I am interested in learning from you, senor. If you would teach me your secrets I will offer in return whatever you wish within reason." he responds and gives a large smile. "But at this time this man had let me know of your wonderous culinary arts. Could you at least perhaps not be too hard on him?"
"This man has tried to use you to leverage strength he himself does not possess." Gen decides rather readily, "He is a poseur, just look." A gesture is made towards the convulsing Todoh. "Surely your great and perfect artform is more powerful than /this/, or has all of your foolish training gone into bluster and bravado rather than impact?" It's... probably a bit too close to the truth, but Gen seems to think Todoh may still have something to demonstrate. That, or he just likes to be mean. "You were warned, you tread into my home, you deride my art, you try to steal students and spread idiocy. /Un/acceptable." Hrmph.
Still, Gen does not immediately move on Todoh again, instead remaining where he is, hands slipping into their opposite sleeve. "Still, one cannot fault his logic." The elder assassin observes, glancing askance towards Fuerte, "He /clearly/ needed the help. You..." El Fuerte. "Came here out of a desire to learn. A seeker. He..." Todoh. "Came here out of a desire to destroy, to appease his own ego despite a lack of /will/. Do not worry, so long as you do not decide to share his foolish quest, you will find no resentment from me if you wish to fight. If not, well..." that leaves the ball in Todoh's court, so to speak.
COMBATSYS: Gen takes no action.
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Todoh 0/-------/----===|-------\-------\0 Gen
Todoh says, "Iii hrrd tht." A nearly incomprehensible protest fights its way through a throat all but puckered to an airtight stop. That series of blows is one that can kill - Gen's training and expertise makes this a guarantee to all but the hardiest, the strongest, the most /skilled/.
Of which this man is clearly none of the three. Perhaps exception could be taken for those foolish enough that fortune yet smiles on them... or perhaps, frowning on others, for having to be in the company of his presence for that much longer on the mortal coil.
The long-haired man wheezes and sputters something completely unintelligible as he unsteadily rises, legs spread a fair ways apart into a ready stance. He fights to raise his arms as his body burns from within from his chakras being all completely unaligned, torn askew into dangerous flows by a mere series of three blows within the span of time some would acknowledge as one - if one at all.
At last, he finds the strength to raise his hands above his head in a loud clap, recentering his flow and - to a small extent - beginning to repeal the effects of this killing series of blows. Perhaps this man has something to offer after all. Something other than... words. Something other than outright idiocy and foolishness, breathing heavily as his vision goes from 'white' to 'cloudy and blurry' and slowly makes its way back towards something approaching clarity.
"K-Kyokugen consort!" He accuses with a rasp as his throat starts to clear up. "Do that again!" He wheezes in challenge while feeling returns throughout his body."
"Iii hrrd tht." A nearly incomprehensible protest fights its way through a throat all but puckered to an airtight stop. That series of blows is one that can kill - Gen's training and expertise makes this a guarantee to all but the hardiest, the strongest, the most /skilled/.
Of which this man is clearly none of the three. Perhaps exception could be taken for those foolish enough that fortune yet smiles on them... or perhaps, frowning on others, for having to be in the company of his presence for that much longer on the mortal coil.
The long-haired man wheezes and sputters something completely unintelligible as he unsteadily rises, legs spread a fair ways apart into a ready stance. He fights to raise his arms as his body burns from within from his chakras being all completely unaligned, torn askew into dangerous flows by a mere series of three blows within the span of time some would acknowledge as one - if one at all.
At last, he finds the strength to raise his hands above his head in a loud clap, recentering his flow and - to a small extent - beginning to repeal the effects of this killing series of blows. Perhaps this man has something to offer after all. Something other than... words. Something other than outright idiocy and foolishness, breathing heavily as his vision goes from 'white' to 'cloudy and blurry' and slowly makes its way back towards something approaching clarity.
"K-Kyokugen consort!" He accuses with a rasp as his throat starts to clear up. "Do that again!" He wheezes in challenge while feeling returns throughout his body.
COMBATSYS: Todoh gains composure.
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Todoh 0/-------/=======|-------\-------\0 Gen
He still isn't quite sure what all this insanity is about, but El Fuerte is trying to make sense of it all. He has to admit the longer this goes on the more Gen is making sense and the less Todoh is sounding trustworthy. "So this man wishes to decieve and use the Hurricane of the Gulf...." he says with a serious tone. He turns about to face Todoh and he folds his arms as he staring towards the fighter as if considering something. "Very well!" he declares and he raises his finger in the air then points to Todoh. "In exchange for learning the culinary arts I will remove this man from the dojo for you!"
It seems that Todoh's plan just keeps going further down the toilet since now his support has become his enemy. The luchador charges towards the recovering Todoh and he leaps forward to land on Todoh's shoulders with legs wrapped around his neck before he leans back quickly in an attempt to pick Todoh up and toss him away as he lands in a handstand. "Ole!"
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte has joined the fight here.
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"What need have I for Kyokugen?" Gen inquires, midway between curious... and scoffing. "Though I will say this for Takuma. He can only hope to be half the enormously large fool you are, Todoh." It's... not really a compliment, but hey. Gen thinks that Todoh excells at something Takuma Sakazaki can never match! That counts for something, right? Right? "Your enthusiasm is appreciated." Gen offers to El Fuerte as the luchador launches in, seeking to hurl Ryuhaku heluva far. "But unecessary. Defending my home has become... something of a tradition. Generally, it's quite entertaining." It's rather apparent that the Triad shadow boss considers this one of those times.
Wherever Todoh ends up, he made an entirely valid request of Gen. Once which the elder assassin moves to accomodate with a polite, helpful "As you wish." Both hands snap out as he suddenly rushes back in on Todoh, all but appearing before the other instructor, once again. This time, both hands seek to snag Todoh by his garments, haul him in close... and then his right leg bends up, and snaps down. At about a forty-five degree angle, once for the front of each of Ryuhaku's knees. The intent is pretty simple, crush both of the joints back the way they shouldn't go, then slap Todoh unceremoniously face first into the dojo floor. Once again, the strikes would be penetrating, disruptive, downright brutal in their ongoing quest to keep Ryuhaku from fighting on, "Are you sure you wouldn't rather just spar with your more reasonable cohort? He is more your speed." Gen is magnanimous, really.
COMBATSYS: Todoh endures ElFuerte's Quick Throw.
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COMBATSYS: Todoh interrupts Houzen from Gen with Kasane Ate.
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Those Kyokugen dogs, always sweet talking people against him!! "Damn right he'll never match it!" He reflexively shouts with renewing vigor coming back to his windpipes, though the true weight of the statement flies well over his head as he gathers himself a bit more. His neck is still too stiff to face the Hurricane of the Gulf. Huff, huff, huff. "When I count to three, boy--"
He doesn't get to even count to one as El Fuerte demonstrates his greatest asset - his speed - getting on his shoulders and hucking him off a ways towards where once stood a senior instructor, rolling forward across the floor before coming to a stand as sheer piss and vinegar (more piss than vinegar) sees feeling return to his limbs. Where is that old coot now?!
Oh there he is, right there! With a loud shout, his hands reach up to the air in... surrender? No, from the aether just above Gen's head are three blocky yellowish-orangeish chunks of chi, segmented together like, perhaps, what may have been intended as some sort of sword - the summoning coming about the same time he's grabbed by his garments. Typically faster to the draw than almost any other human being walking the Earth, Gen gets one of those kicks in on his knees, forcing him to a crouch with a wince as he throws his hands down to cover it and otherwise pathetically moan and yell.
That same gesture brings the chi crashing down upon Gen, stopping the full exchange if not the pain and, most importantly, the message. The knee matter gets so bad he bows over face down on the dojo floor /anyway/.
It takes only a moment before El Fuerte flips back about back to his feet. He returns to his proper stance in time to see the clashing of the two masters and he gives a large smile. It is rather nice to see venerable fighters such as these two fight even if things are under not so great circumstances. "You both look amazing. A shame you cannot work together." he says and he eases up momentarily. It seems like Gen is more than fine with dealing with the intruder on his own. Odd how El Fuerte has forgotten that technically he is one as well.
He still hops from foot to foot as if he is ready to jump back into action, but he seems more than fine to keep himself from jumping back into the fray. It isn't often he can see people of this caliber fight so close so he may as well enjoy it while he can. It also allows him to keep track of the movements of both fighters and he mostly pays attention to Todoh in case he might be facing a powerful energy attack like the one he just released on Gen.
COMBATSYS: ElFuerte focuses on his next action.
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Where El Fuerte is impressed, Gen is... well, just sort of blasted back a bit, the stinging waves of chi blasting through him... but not exactly robbing him of his faculties in return. He skids on the soles of his slip-on shoes, knocked back from Todoh at least for the moment, "Hah! There it is, my friends. The Way of Todoh. Impressive, isn't it?" The sarcasm, well, it doesn't just drip, it floods the dojo. "Come now, Master Todoh, certainly you can see the idiocy in this course. This is no way for new neighbours to behave, now is it?" Brushing off the front of his clothing, Gen rights himself and sliiiides back in towards Todoh, perching on one foot, bringing the other up high...
And then dropping it heel-first for the small of Todoh's back, seeking to keep the Todoh-ryuu creator from even rising, much less fighting further. "You could learn a great deal here, if you were not so caught up in your own accomplishments." The elder assassin observes, whilst trying to stomp Ryuhaku into the dojo floor, "Come now, catch your breath, square off against some students, or perhaps your admiring ally..." ah, the irony, "This is doing neither of us any good." Even if Gen does seem to be having a bit of sadistic fun, at Todoh's decided expense.
COMBATSYS: Todoh fails to interrupt Light Kick from Gen with Light Random Weapon EX.
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"Oooooohhhhhh." Todoh groans in a pathetic manner befitting of a powerless, whining child as his knee continues to course pure, undiluted pain from yet another one of Gen's many little tricks for disabling and assassinating any poor fool marked for death by contract. For all intents and purposes, the fight should be as good as won. This man, hardly a threat before Gen's mastery of his art of fighting.
Most of his responses to otherwise reasonable observations are minor variations of the previous groan, maybe a but more 'uuuu' than 'oooo' if one has to split hairs about getting the most accurate depiction of the groans in text. There is a telling sound of a fan opening from under the prone, weak, pathetic, worthless from of this petty, idiotic, hardly sane man.
"I'LL SHOW YOU YEEEE--" There is the beginnings of a mysterious sunbeam glinting upon a rising fan as he shoots straight up, only to be caught on the scalp by the dropping heel. It is hardly a better fate than being hit in the small of his back, face hitting the dojo floor hard enough to leave a dent as the fan twirls in the air upwards for a couple rotations before falling down and bouncing off of the master(?)'s head.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeegh." And so, his conversation material returns to that previous state of groans while his consciousness swims in and out of focus of this amazingly clean dojo floor. It vexes him almost as much as the throbbing pain on his scalp and on his knee.
There is something about Gen that does make El Fuerte a bit uneasy. He does seem a mocking type, but at the same time he is just defending his dojo. He does not think there will be any sort of peace between these two men from the looks of it. Perhaps it would be more of a mercy to Todoh if he took the poor old man out before letting Gen strike him anymore. He seems rather torn on what he should do and he hops a bit as if he is ready to burst back into the fight at a moment's notice.
That moment seems to be now from the looks of it. He has finally decided he would try to help out Todoh by knocking the poor man out to remove him from this dojo. He will have to return later, and be expected this time around, to speak to Gen and see what he may learn from the elder fighter. He is almost a blur to the untrained eye as he closes the distance between himself and Todoh. "I am sorry, amigo. This is for the best." he says while wrapping his arms around Todoh. He then leaps into the air and and attempts to twirl todoh until he is upside down by the time he is on his downward arc. "FAAAAJIIIIITAAAAS...." he yells as he attempts to drive Todoh down head first onto the floor. "BUUUUUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
It could have something to do with the skilled master's nature as, well, something of a force of nature. Killing, conflict, hardship... they're just tools, to a fellow like Gen. It's a rather cold and cynical outlook, a lot of times, but hey.. he's accomplished a lot, and it's hard to compare him to some of the more out and out nefarious megalomaniacal overlords out there. Small favors, right? Gen steps back from the groaning and injured Todoh, apparently not planning to push the situation further, at least not right away. The fan draws a chuckle from the elder assassin, and whether Todoh would have demanded to fight on or not becomes... well, perhaps less relevant, as El Fuerte does the merciful thing and attempts to smash Todoh's head into the dojo floor one more time.
Gen shakes his head, laughing quietly to himself, the chuckles silently shaking his chest, "My culinary cohort - sometimes, mercy... isn't." Perhaps Gen knows something El Fuerte doesn't. Perhaps it's just a parable from the blue. Either way, "Fajitas Buster..." Gen echoes, in a thoughtful whisper, just observing the results.
COMBATSYS: Gen takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: ElFuerte successfully hits Todoh with Fajitas Buster.
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Hardly in enough shape to pull himself up with the spunk and bravado previously displayed, the aging man that is not the aging man whom is currently victorious seems to at first want to use El Fuerte to pull himself up. It is a symbiotic relationship - a temporary measure of balance for Todoh. A great moment of vulnerability for El Fuerte to exploit.
Wait, that's not symbiotic at all!
"N-Now you'll---eeeeeeaaaah!" This is an angry yell, not so much a terrified yell as El Fuerte spins him up into the air and around him. Feet kick out every so often, a pitiful attempt at showing some additional fight as he is carried further into the air while El Fuerte flips him up...
And down, down head first into the floor. Head first /through/ the floor, as much of his upper body crashes through the dojo floor to leave his feet sticking up out of it straight and stiff as an arrow. Gravity eventually overcomes the shock, guiding the legs down into the dojo floor as muffled, unintelligible curses resound underneath.
A loud exhale later, he goes still. There is the sound of something drumming. Fingers? Back to the drawing board? More importantly, with his lower body sticking up out of the floor, there is a fine set of hindquarters to kick again for good (or simply hilarious) measure.
COMBATSYS: Todoh takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Todoh can no longer fight.
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Thankfully things go well enough for El Fuerte. He manages to keep his grip and while he meant to take out Todoh he did not mean to ruin the dojo floor. He stands there for a moment staring and he straightens up. "How foolish of me. The Hurricane of the Gulf got carried away again." he comments. "Do not worry, amigo. I shall pay for such repairs." he offers to Gen and bows his head. This certainly has turned into a rather big mess. He expected to learn some culinary secrets, not have to stop a fight between two old men. Granted it looks like Gen could have ended it easily enough himself. This was probably a less painful end for Todoh.
The luchador grabs Todoh by the ankles and tugs to pull him free. "I shall take this man back home. I wish to still learn what secrets you will teach." he says to Gen while slipping his arms around the legs of Todoh so he can't get free and try to cause more trouble. "I shall return and next time it should not be so....." he tries to find the right word for it as he glances down to Todoh then back up to Gen. "Well, I suppose the proper word is problematic." With that being said he starts to drag Todoh across the floor and towards the exit if Gen allows him to. It seems El Fuerte has learned a valuable lesson today and he will have to be sure to keep himself from being fooled so easily again if he can help it.
CRUNCH. Gen doesn't even flinch as El Fuerte puts Todoh's head through hardwood, shaking his head slightly as his beard sways from side to side instead. "It will be a good chance for students to practice their carpentry." The elder assassin observes, and nobody nearby dares to groan. Audibly. "It is not the first time a place I have taught has seen damage, nor will it be the last." Where Gen's priority concerns are concerned, this doesn't even appear to rate. Perhaps luckily for El Fuerte. And his cookbook!
Gen doesn't move to impede Fuerte's progress, simply noting towards Todoh and the luchador, "I do indeed hope the circumstances will be better. There is a mat at the door, and we welcome all those who come here to learn." Even, apparently, Ryuhaku. Of course, the day -that- happens... well. Insert unlikely metaphor here. A hand waves to some of the gathered students, Gen offering simply, "Broom. Bin. Clean this up quickly, don't bother to rope it off. Anyone who falls in deserves the lesson."
Todoh comes free of the dojo floor with a little effort. There is hardly resistance. Just his left hand drumming fingers rhythmically wherever El Fuerte drags him, passing a dirty look through a black eye, a bloody nose, and a steady trail of blood coming out of his jaw, occasionally working up enough spite to grumble. The dirty look trails back to Gen.
This isn't over, he looks ready to mouth out as his chin makes contact with the welcome mat. For shoes, it's fine. For bare feet, probably not so bad.
"Argh!" He groans as the bristles of the mat scratch and scrape against his sore and tender face, that one last little touch of ownage on the way out.
Log created on 19:22:32 10/22/2010 by Todoh, and last modified on 23:44:57 10/22/2010.