Description: Kokan manages to lure Gato into a fight, and then mentally assaults the man to enrage him. Things don't particularly go well from there.
Fujita Kokan, since his induction into the Illuminati for a reckless (but entertaining) assault on Urien, has been studying the finer points of the world's fighting systems not accessable to him during his travels. He has rigorously trained in one form he found intriguing, East African long distance running, and it has enhanced his psionic focus to an extreme degree. His reach long with his kicks, and his psionic control more precise, he has decided to test himself in the World Warrior Tournament's invitational events. He knows the tournament is above his level, but physical pain has never stopped him before.
The only task too daunting for Kokan has been patience.
After having spread a rumor throughout Gedo High's students that a Southtown Syndicate drug dealer had been defeated by Ken Masters at the river bed near the school, in a bid to draw Gato Futaba's investigation, Kokan waited on the ledge beside the river, dressed in his suit and tie and sunglasses. He knew that Ken Masters was an easy lure, and dropping the rumor was just a matter of pretending to be a cop by telling a kid to get away from his (stolen) BMW and claiming he was Ken's bodyguard from the United States.
Now, perched with his thoroughly conditioned flexibility, the prodigal son of the Fujita Clan waits for his quarry, the man who has been wandering Southtown, Gato Futaba.
COMBATSYS: Kokan has started a fight here.
All of the recruiters are hunters; that much is true. Interested in finding those worthy to be invited. Some, to please Krauser. For Gato, to please himself. Many national fighters he has wished to test his fists against; having reached a plateau of personal training, only experience and battle can forge his fists hotter in the battlefield. Ken Masters is one such name, and after being notified by the information networks of the Strolheim clan the recognizeable figure strides into the river bed. Pictures are all over the internet of the three men. None have exceptional records, Blood perhaps best known for his exhibitions. Yet being recognized by Strolheim means none are easy prey. An orange changsan is settled above broad black pants, top ribbons undone to reveal his heavily muscled frame. Eyes are alert, posture paranoid, seeking his potential quarry with a relentless determination...
COMBATSYS: Gato has joined the fight here.
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Gato 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Kokan
Kokan gently extends his posture from his position on the edge of the concrete, before stepping off and hitting the ground in a shallow crouch. Standing again, his hands move to his jacket and he gives it a little tug.
"I'm afraid I invented that rumor about Ken Masters being here," Kokan calls out across the distance, walking across the muddy ground in his thick black dress shoes. He reconnaissanced this fighting ground, and he knew he'd need this footwear, complete with a too-tight foot binding across the flanks and toes of his feet to fight the suction. "The name is Fujita Kokan. I thought it'd be a laugh to get into your fighting tournament with a hoax." He briefly bends his knees and drops his limp right arm to the ground, before he stiffens and hurls himself upwards, mud flying from the back of his somersaulting jump, as he lands in the center of the river bed. A faint, nearly luminous discharge of psionic energy curls around him and bends space as if it were heat, but without the subtle glaze of light refracting, instead representing the aura of nauseating entropy that masks his mental intention. His hands bend into a loose lock-based ninjutsu style, with his hands in eagle claws and his left knee forward with the heel tilted up off the ground.
"I hear you're a hard nut to crack, Futaba. Luckily, I've ready to bite."
"...?" Gato's head tilts to the side when he hears Kokan begin to fall. He's turned to face him before feet land in the riverbed proper. A subtle, easy motion that shows strength and training. There is nothing specialized about Gato, in contrast. His center of balance is perfect however, seeming hardly inconvenienced by the craggy terrain. "I don't care how you find me." is stated somewhat dismissively. "As long as you do not waste my time." The energy feels wrong; ah. That's not the lifeblood of the earth, then. But the moment he says the name 'Futaba', there's a flicker of tension. Anger boils up, and is not fully suppressed afterwards. All pretext of a casual encounter is gone, and his stance is assumed, hard and resolute. It would feel in an eyeblink as if this has gone from a duel into a deathmatch. "Be careful what you call me." he says, tone laced with danger. "I do not wish to be associated with that bloodline." He may have allowed Kokan the first move. But instead, he bursts forward, kicking off the ground a meter high. He has been goaded; that means the opponent is fully aware of what he is capable of. Whirling, both of his hands slam out behind him, and a great roar of kinetic energy sends his shoulder hurtling towards Kokan, water and stone spraying in his wake as he tries to impact like a meteor and send the younger fighter flying...!
COMBATSYS: Gato knocks away Kokan with Shun-Ga.
- Power hit! -
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Gato 0/-------/-----==|=====--\-------\0 Kokan
Kokan's mouth peels away into a grin. "It takes a raven among crows to spot another, eh?"
The launched shoulder slams into Kokan and he's sent hurtling backwards against Gato, the cessation of Gato's charge, and the rival martial artist's descent out of the technique, sending Kokan lurching backwards through the air and flipping onto his upper back. And then, his legs fly over his head and he lands, in the mud, on his stomach. He slowly pushes himself to his feet, tossing his sunglasses to the side, his hair hanging around his head. He snaps his jacket open and removes it, before he undoes his tie and discards it. Stripping off his shirt with a tear that bursts buttons loose, he reveals his taut, rippled upper body, covered in Chinese lettering atop Japanese art. Shanghai Green Gang tattoos, with Japanese ninpo symbolism underlaying the meanings.
"You know, you had me a little afraid there for a second, that you were going to take this seriously."
Kokan jumps forward with a leap, sailing through the air as his pants flap about his ankles. He hits the ground and runs forward into the remaining distance, and inverts with a flip above Gato. His hands attempt to slap onto Gato's shoulders and perform a handstand atop him, grasping his orange clothing, before he flips off with a twist to reverse positions of his hands with the shoulders still held, facing Gato. And then, a kick from the middle after the twist about, before a release.
COMBATSYS: Gato counters Grasping Skeleton Twist from Kokan with Ou-Ga.
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Gato 0/-------/--=====|=======\=------\1 Kokan
"Enough. You are a fool to challenge me. And a fool to use that name." Gato states, with a grim finality. His powerful stance begins taking him towards Kokan as the other man rises to his feet. There is no hurry here; but the seething aura of his fury continues to radiate. Whether it truly makes him more vulnerable or not remains to be seen. Eyes cast over the tattoos without interest. He can read all of it, and understands it's roots. But how and where one comes from means nothing to the elder Futaba. Only the strength they can show in battle. Kokan's life will be measured entirely in this exchange; all that came before it, and all that made him what he is. He invokes a dangerous technique, his chi suddenly surging like fire within his veins. Muscles bulge further, his eyes narrow. Hands grasp his shoulders, and Kokan is hefted upright. Too showy; Gato is already moving. Wrists are grasped, hauling him sideways before his shoulder once more slams into Kokan's ribcage, launching him this time sidelong at the concrete reinforced riverbed a few meters away. A whirling, chaotic aura burns within him. This is killing intent. A man who will not hold back, and life or death exists purely in the opponent's ability to endure...
There's an agonized grunt through clenched teeth as Kokan feels his rib cage compress in an unnatural way, before he's launched like a buoy in rough seas towards a wall. He slams into the concrete like a toy, smashing the concrete behind him, before he slides down to his side, then falling over onto his stomach.
Kokan stares down at his own blood leaking out of his mouth in oozing tendrils, as he slowly pushes himself to his feet, shoulders winced together with his head hanging down. His vision dimming as he pulls himself up, drunken, he slowly turns to look at Gato, his focus hazy at first.
"Has anyone ever told you that you act like a young Marlon Brando?" he wheezes.
He taps into his internal reserve of mental energy with a synaptic mathematical cipher he acts through with a snap of his neurological reflection in his body. He briefly becomes an insect, twisting his body, before a pulse of hatred slushes out from him. And then, he dashes out to latch onto Gato's face with his left hand, his nails clawing at flesh with a thumb meant for Gato's cheekbone.
And between the two of their minds, with the current within the body, the potential for such loathing, transmitted from a powerful deviant to the unwilling conduit.
COMBATSYS: Gato blocks Kokan's Crow Pain Palm.
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Gato 0/-------/-======|>------\-------\0 Kokan
Kokan is succeeeding on one level of the fight. He has made Gato reckless. Driven him to rash aggression. He is not the sheer monster of technique that he would be in a calm, collected fight. The only issue is that such does not make him weak enough, vulnerable enough, for fangs to easily reach. His blows are like a storm, the practice of a body-shattering father, thousands of practice strikes to the limit, and pressing his body to the limits on every blow a league difficult to reach. A near suicidal idealization of might, forsaking all else, all pleasures, joys, and woes of existance in this mad pursuit. The claw rakes through the air, impacting Gato's forearm. The powerful emotion rockets through his body, and his face bears an even more infuriated grimace, but the conduit was weakened by the journey. Sounding like an animal, Gato slams down his leading foot, shattering the stone beneath. His entire body flows into a massive punch, whirling forward with a bellow of parting air. This strike is far in excess of what he needs, and much slow than he is capable of; but he has dissolved to little more than a bundle of martial instincts, and his urge to destroy looms above all else...
COMBATSYS: Kokan blocks Gato's Mou-Ko Kou Hakan.
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Gato 0/-------/=======|>>>>---\-------\0 Kokan
Kokan glares at Gato's menacing eyes between them as he transfers the flowing hate and pain through his hand, holding the forearm as he tensions it sidelong and up. He wrenches it to the side as he discharges raw hatred into him. And then, he snaps away as Gato turns his body about into the single, powerful blow, snapping backwards as the powerful, slow punch lashes out.
"Hai!" Kokan shouts as he slaps his hand onto his other wrist and slams the knife of his elbow into the very outer edge of the punch, disjointing the fist and sliding the punch outwards at an angle with a spin and duck about. Feeling his arm surge with pain at the move, he then releases his gripped arm with the punch jolted sidelong to leave Gato's trunk open, and he slaps his hand onto the mud with back to the wayward Futaba.
Kokan's leg swings around from the side, out of a perhaps literal left field, his leg acting like a bullwhip as he aims his sturdy black shoe at Gato's head. And then, he flips about with the kick following into a crescent back to the ground, twisting to face him again.
COMBATSYS: Gato fully avoids Kokan's Whipping Kick.
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Gato 1/-------/=======|>------\-------\0 Kokan
There's no need to follow the movement of the leg. Kokan's entire body shows his intent, the way muscles compress, hips move, joints tense. In a heartbeat he thumps down, crouching in a kneel as both whirling kicks fly overhead. Before as Kokan shifts to land, he uses his strong stance to launch upwards. A brutal upwards kick follows, aiming to snap his shin into the tattooed Illuminati's ribs a third time, repeatedly assaulting the same spot on his body. A ruthless tactic, but for one who's goal is to break and defeat an opponent, an ideal one. "HNNNGH!!" This fight, with his rage as it is, was not destined to drag long regardless of who gained the initial momentum...
COMBATSYS: Gato knocks away Kokan with Sen-Ga EX.
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Gato 1/----===/=======|>>>>>>-\-------\0 Kokan
Kokan's eyes widen as Gato goes airbound before him, and the shin snaps out into his ribs.
And then, Kokan is on the ground, laying on his back, staring upwards at the sky with his ribs broken. He wheezes, wheezes hard, sputtering and gurgling as he turns over onto his side and pukes up blood and bile and phlegm.
COMBATSYS: Kokan takes no action.
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COMBATSYS: Kokan can no longer fight.
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It's clear from the position of Gato's body that if another attack was leveraged at him, he would have attempted to intercept it. The aura of his lethal intent still shines like a knife. But the battle is concluded, and he seems wholely unsatisfied. Kokan dredged up parts of himself he worked hard to bury deep within. To be so weak and mentally manipulated by a simple name... Well. That is his own weakness. "Hrmph." He merely turns to leave, glancing to his forearm where psychic energy still trails off, maintaining a strange and infuriating aura. He had best make some distance quickly... he cannot be certain that with a few further words from Kokan, he won't attempt to take off his head.
COMBATSYS: Gato has ended the fight here.
Log created on 19:45:32 01/06/2018 by Gato, and last modified on 22:40:25 01/09/2018.