Description: Tracking down the leader of the Ryu Zui Ken Dojo, Feng finds the place currently empty. Irate, the man is hungry for a true kung fu Challenger. And unwittingly, Kensou finds himself to be the one that satiates a beasts hunger....
The way of the fist is a long and winding one. It takes one places far and wide, in search of ways to temper yourself like a sword against the anvil, hammering out the impurities until you are like impeccable steel. Such is the fate of one Feng Wei, his belief in testing and tempering himself against all ways of the fist so heartfelt that he went so far as to...'eliminate' his Master who forbade such things. Collateral damage as far as the way of the fist is concerned. Isolation provides secrecy, but it doesn't guarantee the greatest result either.
Which perhaps is why the artist of the God Fist was brought here to this city. He had heard inklings of various styles. He had already confronted one who used the esteemed art of Kyokugen...only to find veritable neophyte (and a crazy Native American boxer, but that, and how successful the two were at eventually running him off were beside the point) and that the main dojo is way off in Southtown.
His travels would have brought him there almost instantly, if not for hearing about another esteemed style that had set up shop here: Ryu Zui Ken. The art of Dragon Taming. Who would have known that such an art, closely guarded as the God Fist style, would be here in bustling American Urbania?
Feng Wei didn't bother to hide himself...he had no secrets to keep, and those who saw him disrupt that Demostration...well, he wasn't terribly concerned about his ability to fend them off. But, as he walked over through the courtyard to the dojo doors, he frowned as he laid eyes upon a sign. His mediocre English ability still managed to make out the gist of the message posted on the door: No master, no students, nobody currently on Dojo grounds. What is this, a Dojo, or a flower shop? Scowling, Feng tore the message off the door, reading over it again just to be sure he didn't mistake it....and then slammed it back on the door. What good is visiting a dojo if there is no one present and standing to challenge?
And behind Feng, the sound of a gasping man.
Kensou's eyes were wide, clutching the letter. His business with the Ryu Zui Ken, unlike Feng, was... was actually very similar. Like Feng, he had once had an interest in challenging the dojo leader. But after encountering Lynn, he found her too far in the dumps to really be worth fighting. Very likely, how Feng himself would react. But where this grim looking man would toss her aside as being unworthy.... Kensou found her very worthy.
He just didn't want to be a jerk like this guy!
That was why, after his fruitless pursuit of the arsonists, he had wanted to leave a note of apology. But now... there was a stranger here. A DANGEROUS looking stranger. Eyes wide, he tucks the letter in his pocket. Taking three swift steps towards the man, he finally announces his presence. "H-h-hey! HEY YOU! What are you doing with that door?! You aren't here to cause trouble with Miss Lynn, are you?" The teenager's voice seemed to quail at first, but beyond that nervousness was a heart of resolve. He was a bit intimidated by the looming figure before him, but it was clear that he was not the type to let his fear rule him. "Hey! Hey! I am talking to you!" He exclaims once more, taking another step.
"Turn around and answer me!"
Slamming the message back onto the door, Feng scowled, and straightened up the collar to his suit. Normally, for a formal challenge, he'd be dressed in his standard, formal fighting clothes. But...well, lets just say that would be conspicuous around this city. Not that a red suit that almost screams 'Triad' is much better, but it had the extra intimidation factor, he was told.
Then again, the ones who told them that were pretty well intimidated beforehand, so maybe it's not just the suit.
Either way, turning away from the door to the empty dojo, Feng found himself...face to face with a shouting boy, trying his best to look intimidating in his own right. An eyebrow raised at the young man, screaming at him in English. "<Out of my way, boy. I don't have time for you,>" he answers in his native Mandarin, flattening out the front of his suit before trying to simply walk past the boy. "<UNless you are of this Dojo, you are beneath my notice,>" he adds. At least, unless the makes it worth Feng's while....
Red suit or not, Kensou didn't like this one bit.
In fact, Triad did come to Kensou's mind. The Chinese Teenager was not totally ignorant in organized crime. And the presence he sensed from this man was... almost sinister. But as he answers in Mandarin Chinese, Kensou's expression softens a bit. Head cocked a bit, he listens to the man speak in a language foreign to this land.
And right back, he belts out in Mandarin.
<"I am sorry sir! I did not know you did not speak English!"> The brief moment of respect comes back as he shuffles ot the side, making it clear that he was cutting off the obvious exit, to move in his path. <"But this is the Ryu Zui Ken Dojo! As a friend of the master, I will not tolerate suspicious trespassers! What is your business at the dojo!"> Kensou arcs an eyebrow, the courage surging to the surface.
<"I will not let you leave until you answer me!">
Well...the boy knows Mandarin. That makes this a lot easier now, doesn't it? Feng only looks moderately surprised when the boy starts to respond in fluid Mandarin, but only just before that familiar stony expression returns to his angular face. Clearly, that's the only thing that amuses him currently.
"<I know well enough that this is the Ryu Zui Ken dojo. The style has great history in China. Which is precisely why I cam here to challenge the dojo's best representative! And yet I find an empty house! What sort of respect is this?>" He shouts back, slowly approaching Kensou as he tries to block Feng's way out of the courtyard.
"<Unless you are willing to fight in their stead, boy, I will suggest you leave. I do not hold back against anyone who raises hands to me, for any reason.>"
To challenge the dojo.
Kensou's hot-blooded sense of duty was coming forward. Lynn was, as Kensou saw it, a victim to people attacking her. CHallenging her. Of course, she was likely out and about the city now, fighting for justice. Kensou DID help her, which was an honorable thing. But this man... this man was seeking a fight. If Kensou let him go, not only would it hurt Lynn's honor... but she may have a brute like this hunting her down. Thus, when Feng makes the offer, Kensou shouts back.
<"Then I will fight in her stead!">
Ever the white knight and champion, Kensou drops into his defense stance. Arms apart, legs apart. Everything about his stance was open, flowing. <"I have trained under Master Chin, who trained me in the style of Northern-Style Kung Fu! I too will not hold back with my Shaolan Style!"> Against the scowling glower, Kensou grimaces in response. Hand forward, he waits. Lingers. Until the tips of his fingers wriggle.
Beckoning Feng to come.
The response that Kensou gives the ruthless-looking kenpo fighter is....one of guarded skepticism.
For one thing, he said he was a 'friend', not a 'student', not a 'disciple', or not even an 'instructor'. And the announcement of his own style just makes it clear: Kensou didn't practice Ryu Zui Ken. Which means that...well, whatever incentive he had NOT to challenge the dojo wasn't there. Still....the fact that this boy was a pratictioner of the Northern arts piques the God Fist disciple's curiousity.
His own stance comes up, his left arm leading his right, legs wide and feet planted for maximum stability. "<I practice the God Fist style of the South. Do not disappoint me, boy,>" he sneers.
And then he steps in hard, closing the distance as much as he can with one step before trying to turn his body sideways, his shoulder aimed to slam concussively into the boy's chest as a taste of power.
COMBATSYS: Feng has started a fight here.
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Feng 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Kensou has joined the fight here.
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Feng 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Kensou
COMBATSYS: Kensou dodges Feng's Quick Punch.
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Feng 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Kensou
The GOD FIST style!?
The powerful art of unyielding power, capable of breaking through even the most powerful of defenses? Rumored to tear apart mountains, or even solidify active volcanos? Kensou had heard stories of the fabled art from his training with Chin. Perhaps hthe stranger was only bluffing. But nothing on his stoney face revealed a bluff. That single step though, reveals more than what words could bring. A single explosive step, and a single shoulder slam. Controlled, concealing, well designed for the enclosed spaces of the city. Whether or not this was the God Fist did not matter.
This man was very clearly of the southern style kung fu.
The shoulder charge was met with the steady sweep of the hands. Kensou already has his palms up. Using the momentum of the rushing brute, Kensou pushes back, stepping backwards. Almost a flawless parry, but the boy's own stumble throws off the blazing followthrough. Looking shocked, Kensou's eyes go wide. <"The God Fist? But how? The only surviving master was murdered years ago!"> The teenager erupts. <"And the scrolls have been missing for years! Explain yourself!
And Kensou surges back.
Blazing towards the martial artist, he runs back towards Feng. Taking to the air, he challenges Feng's own explosive style with the sweeping, graceful acrobatics of the Northern Style Kung Fu. Leading with an elbow thrust with the right to Feng's chest, he brings the second elbow up to Feng's face. Building up to the air, he finally begins to fall back down. He did not want to risk being too close to the man, especially with that last explosive blow. He lets out a swift kick towards Feng's chest, to knock the pair apart. Already, Kensou was flying backwards, trying to land deftly on both legs.
<"Who are you?">
COMBATSYS: Kensou successfully hits Feng with Ryuu Renga.
- Power hit! -
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Feng 0/-------/-----==|==-----\-------\0 Kensou
The shoulder strike missed...but Feng could see that stumble from the kid as he dodges out of the way. There's a weakness to exploit there, obbviously. Something the God Fist disciple plans on exploiting hastily.
But unfortunately for him, the surging response shows none of the stumbling or lack of coordination his evasion did. The sweeping style somehow manages to glide over the Kenpo artist's guard, the leaping elbow blasting him in the chest and sending him a step back. The second elbow sends his head reeling, a near growl of pain as he's thrown back a few more steps before the kick finally knocks Feng down. For as steady as a mountain as he seemed...there is a weakness there too.
"<The secrets of the God Fist are none of your concern,>" the pained response from Feng comes as he pulls himself back up. And with the same explosiveness as before, he plows forward, seemingly going for the same shoulder strike...but this time he turns just a little more. His back is almost fully exposed as his body slams forward, arm out to try and clobber the Northern-style user with both bodily force and the point of the elbow from his outstretched arm. "HWOAAHHH!!"
COMBATSYS: Feng knocks away Kensou with Iron Mountain.
- Power hit! -
! VENGEANCE !
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Feng 0/-------/--=====|=======\-------\1 Kensou
Maybe he was all hot air?
As Kensou blazes forward, his combination felling the great tower of a man. Landing back on his feet, he has his arms apart already. <"They are my concern, arrogant stranger! And I will get the truth out of you yet!"> Kensou replies hotly. Secrets were secrets, after all. But when the secrets begin with a dead master... Kensou had an interest. Feng returns with a nearly identical charge, bringing Kensou to throw his arms back up, to stumble back once more. This time, however, Feng doesn't simply repeat the same move. Nearly, in this case, referred to the whole back slamming into Kensou, as the elbow tears through him. Kensou cannot block, cannot dodge.
And the Psycho Soldier takes the skeleton-shattering impact in full bore.
Hurtling through the air, Kensou flies from the sheer explosive force. So much anger, so much hate. The only mercy that comes from Kensou is when his body collides hard with one of the many trees on the outskirts of the dojo. As the tree splinters on impact, Kensou finally rolls to the ground. Stunned. Rising up, he returns to his feet, staggering before bending forward, curling up in pain.
And coughing up a spray of blood.
Wiping his mouth awkwardly, he shakes off the pain, the misery, and forces himself to return to his center. He had lost a great deal of momentum, a great deal of flow. But he had not fallen yet. A new face of resolve comes over him, intense focus of a kung-fu artist. <"Impressive hit!"> Kensou begins as he suddenly breaks into a run. He had quite a bit of distance to close. A... disturbing amount of distance. Arms out, he continues to charge forward. Until finally, he breaks into a long, high leap. Leg out, he begins to fall towards Feng with a flying kick....
Until he gives away at the last second.
Abandoning the kick, he drops low beside Feng, breaking into a tumble. Rolling on the ground to behind Feng, the remarkable agility of the chinese teenager comes to bear when he swiftly breaks. Still low, he stands back up, bringing one fist swinging upwards, and then, the second. A flashy, acrobatic tactic.
But would a man like Feng fall for it?
COMBATSYS: Feng blocks Kensou's Fierce Punch.
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Feng 0/-------/-======|=======\-------\0 Kensou
The anger behind being hit so cleanly as to be taken off his feet clearly fueled Feng's retaliation, the explosive assault throwing Kensou back like an iron wall. A clear difference between the boy's dancing combination, and Feng's direct, singular strike.
And despite the power put into that attack, Feng is already back into his stance before Kensou even stop's rolling, slowly advancing on him as he recovers and coughs up a gout of blood. "<What are you prepared to do for answers?>" he snaps sharply, hands ready as Kensou flies out as if to slam in a kick.
When the attack shifts as the boy rolls under him, Feng doesn't turn around. Instead, as as the upward punches come, the Kenpo master swings his own arm back, slamming in to meet the first punch, then twisting to catch the second strike with his other palm. Despite his direct style, it's just as elaborate in its defense as Kensou's was on offense.
Of course, it wasn't without result, a light redness along the man's arm where that first punch hit. "<I know what I shall do when I achieve the pinnacle of my art, secrets and all,>" he intones gruffly, backing up before taking to a horse stance, index and middle fingers upraised on both hands, and thumbs bent and hooked. A deep breath is exhaled slowly as he brings his hands to his chest, then out with arms bent aside, then again with arms fully outstretched in front of him, the ritual repeated. He seems to be preparing SOMETHING....
COMBATSYS: Feng charges his next attack!
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Feng 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Kensou
Prepared to do for answers?
An dark question, devilishly dark. Kenosu flips away, backflipping to create more distance between him and the man. But Feng ws not pursuing. Where Kensou was all over the place, Feng was unmoving, unbreaking. Kensou was competent as a fighter. But that question ran through Kensou's mind. He... was willing to beat up Feng for the truth. He might be a murderer. And to fight this stranger, to conquer him, would reveal the truth. To assert such power, to extract such truth.
But where would that take Kensou?
The path of darkness is power. And all men craved power, even Kensou. To become recognized across the world, to be famous. To have Athena recognize him, for Kesnou to CLAIM her. Thoughts of powers and status coiled around Kensou's mind. Wasn't that all that was holding Kensou back? LIke those bullies, so many years ago? The restraint of power; the willingness to strive to never unleash a lethal blow? Such tempting thoughts of power, and such delicious rewards.
But Kensou would never let their temptations win him over.
Landing back up, he gives his response. <"I am prepared to ask you again, with greater force! I will not beat a man senseless over the truth. I cannot bring myself to that. But..."> Kensou hesitates for a moment, before strengthening his resolve. With a great leap, he takes to the air. As Feng continues with his incantation, the chinese teenager fires back down towards the man. Leading with his elbow, it spontaneously ignites with his own psionic energy. A reckless, flamboyant assault, that would end with Kensou driving that elbow deep into the chest of the fighter. But his question lingers in the air, as the attack comes to a close.
<"What will you become, at the end of your journey?">
COMBATSYS: Kensou successfully hits Feng with Ryuu Sohgeki EX.
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Feng 1/-----==/=======|=======\=------\1 Kensou
His ritual persisted, once, twice, thrice, before Feng finally came to rest back into his original stance, whatever purpose or advantage it gave to him already claimed. Perhaps a good thing, as the soaring elbow, engulfed in a mystic energy unknown to Feng, slams into his chest, sending him lurching back and faltering away after that mighty collision.
Grimacing and holding his chest from where he was struck, the serpentine-featured man simply glowered and burned with dark determination, eyes narrowed hotly toward the younger fighter. Returning to his stance, he set his teeth, answering as curtly and as sharply as possible.
"<I shall become the God Fist itself.>"
One step helps Feng close in rapidly. The next brings him in with feet close, body turning with sharp force to drive his right fist toward Kensou's stomach. And then....another step forward with that right foot, right hand pistoning out and opening, closing the distance of bare inches with even more force despite the minimal momentum of that limb. And for good reason. This is the technique, for which the style is named after, from the ambition it took it's name.
The God Fist.
COMBATSYS: Feng successfully hits Kensou with Empowered God Fist.
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Feng 1/---====/=======|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>>\2 Kensou
Kensou was overextended.
His wild, acrobatic style was flashy, yes. And Kensou could move. But as he brings the elbow down, he was too far forward. Too much momentum. Rising up steadily, he could see, in a flash, that Feng had not been struck down. No, he was even more emboldened. The man takes a step forward, with incredible speed. And then, it happens.
The God Fist.
It was so simple, in execution. A simple punch to the stomach. Another punch. Perfectly elegant. But the damage was unspeakable. Kensou's jean jacket erupts, the opposite side of the punches blasting a circular hole through his clothing. Kensou's eyes were wide. The front was swelling, bleeding as everything in the path of that single punch takes the full might of Feng's power. The bruise that spread across his torso. Another burst of blood erupts from Kensou's mouth. Face tense. In agony. And yet, Kensou was not broken. RGritting his teeth, he turns up to face the man. And asks only one question.
<"And then what?">
Kensou surges his hands forward, attempting to grab the warrior at point blank. Drawing from within, Kensou's psionic power begins to surge forth. And these close quarters, he would begin to pour his whole mental force into Feng, grabbing him. Holding him in place as his Soul Power erupts in a great orb around Feng. Such untold, unlimited power that eventually... is too much for Kensou himself. Power that will run wild, run recklessly
Blowing the pair apart.
COMBATSYS: Kensou successfully hits Feng with Senki Hakki.
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Feng 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|>>>>>>>\-------\0 Kensou
To call it a 'simple punch' is to sell the God Fist short, much like calling Zangief's legendary piledrivers 'simple throws'. The proof is in the pudding, in the way Kensou is blown back, the force piercing through his body and causing his jacket to explode from his back. This was not a technique to take lightly, that's for sure.
But despite the results of the exchange, it's Feng who's left surprised in the end. Surprised that Kensou still stands. Surprised that he had the wherewithal to reach forward and grab the God Fist disciple. And surprised when he feels the searing, unknown power explode around him, within him, everywhere as his world disappears in searing blue-white light. "GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
And then it explodes. When the dust clears, Feng is face down, but rising. His suit is blown apart from the waist up, leaving shreds of the shirt hanging from around his waist. Coming back to his feet, he doesn't even bother returning to stance before he charges in, trying to grab Kensou before he recovers from his own attack, and turning to lift him up onto his own back. "<And then I shall have no equal,>" he answers, before trying to thrust his shoulder into Kensou's chest. Not so much to harm...but to fling him up into the air. And unless Kensou can keep his ground, or recover in the air? Feng would twist, hands meeting at the heels, one hand pointed down with fingers curled, and the other pointing up with index and middle extended, waiting for Kensou to land stomach first straight onto his own crown, 'impaling' him. A move that would be almost foolish if not for rigid stillness of the God Fist style. And may still be foolish yet if Kensou finds a better landing.
COMBATSYS: Feng successfully hits Kensou with Pau Lau Impaler.
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Feng 0/-------/<<<<<<<|>>>>>>>\>>>>>>-\1 Kensou
Kensou lands on his back, stunned.
This stranger was impossibly strong. The God Fist though. That was the God Fist, no doubt about it. How did he learn it? Did he steal one of the scrolls? Was he a student under that master? Could this even be the master himself? Kensou rises back up, only in time for Feng to grab him. The shoulder comes, but not with pain. To throw Kensou up in the air.
To make Kensou into a tasteful hat.
Impaled upon the skull of the warrior, Kensou's ribs crack under the might of his head. Kensou lets loose a pained grunt, his body finally getting the fight knocked out of it. <"No equal..."> Kensou begins, placing his hands upon the shoulder of Feng.
<"... But do you wish to be that alone?">
Taking a deep breath, Kensou suddenly draws out the last of his power. The psionic energy flowing through him, he pours the unbreakable psychic force downward, a great ball of energy that attempts to consume Feng whole. A blast that Kensou, unfortunately would not see. Slumping off the top of the God Fist, Kensou hits the ground, unconscious.
Defeated.
COMBATSYS: Kensou can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Feng blocks Kensou's Shinryuu Choukyuu Dan.
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Steeled, body unmoving like a mountain, Feng feels Kensou's torso crack against his head, the rigidity of his own body making that landing even more unforgiving. With Kensou still upon his head, he keeps his eyes closed, still maintaining that unmoving stance even as Kensou asks him that piercing question. He feels the hands come to his shoulder, and the shifting of muscles as the boy gives his last gasp.
With his body still tense like iron, his hands move from their place in front of him, pulling his hands aside just as the ball of energy flashes outward. "HWOAAHHHH!!" she shouts, feet still planted like stakes, while the ball of energy explodes outward, still searing his hands, and his shoulder, but sparing the rest of his body from that psionic force.
Hands smoking from the blast, he hastens Kensou slump off of him with a tip of his head, dumping him down to his feet. Even if the boy is unconscious, he doesn't leave that question unanswered. "Those at the pinnacle are alone by necessity." Staring down, he starts to walk off. The challenge of the dojo he wanted would have to wait. This fight was...satisfactory, but it did nothing to sate his wish to challenge the dojo itself...eventually.
Log created on 14:46:04 07/13/2012 by Kensou, and last modified on 23:09:58 07/13/2012.