Fucking Ow. (Open)

[Mr. Kaar]

There Leon sat getting checked on by random nurses and doctors, all doing the usual, they had his medical records near by, completely covering a desk, stacked half way to the roof in each pile. Leon simply sat with his left arm attempting to fold over his chest, but without his right arm it just kind of looked funny. Leon's eyes where closed, the doctors had stitched most of his open wounds, and where working on getting ready for surgery since he had ripped most of the muscles in his right arm.

His legs where practically useless from strain, and he had lost a 2 pints of blood before making it to the hospital. But he sat there completely concious. His many years of combat, and injury made it easy for him not to show any sign of strain or pain. He was Leon freaking Sudeki. The baddest mother fucker from New York, Texas, and working on it in California. It only took about 20 years.

Anyways, some doctors where looking at fresh x-rays of his chest finding three broken ribs. Yet he breathed calmly. The doctors wanted to know hwo he was still functioning. Being naked under his hospital robe the doctors had done a full check of his body, seeing the hundreds of scars all over his body. Bullet wounds, stab wounds, giant slashes in his chest, back, and legs. He was like a walking scar.

The doctors turned their backs for one second, and Leon had plopped down fromt he chair and began pulling himself out of the office with one arm. Going down the halls just like that. Keeping himself hidden from notice so he could make ti to his destination.

[Arthur Ð]

Arthur stepped out of one of the doctors offices. Garbed in his undersuit and an increasingly common trait of hooded longcoat to hide the suit itself. His eyes searched the crowd as he began to walk. Or at least was about to walk. He noticed a flash of blond hair, that was all to familiar to the ghoul.

A flash of madness spiked in Arthurs conciousness as his hatred told him to go strike him, bring him down. But from Arthurs position he could not see the injuries that Leon had sustained and knew that at full strength he was still no match for his master. Swallowing his pride and stifling his rage, he made his way through the throng to Leon.

"Hello. Master." Arthur would simply state, voice structured into mechanical precision as normal, as his eyes began to see the injuries that covered Leon.

[Mr. Kaar]

Unlike Arthur, Leon was a creature of emotion when it came to things that needed fixing. Esspecially when it was an attitude adjustment. Leon was on the ground dragging his right arm and legs behind him. Looking up at Arthur and how he had changed... Leon blamed himself mostly. But right now some things needed to be fixed.

"Arthur..."

Leon looked down at his left arm, the only useful appendage at the moment, he still had some use of his legs, but msot of the muscles had been ripped. So pucnhign the ground with enough force to lift him he would punch the wall causing it to crack and crater inwards as Leon was hurled at Arthur, throwing the left arm's elbow towards the boy's chest.

"The fuck is wrong with you?!"



Strength: 72
Dexterity: 72
Constitution: 85
Intelligence: 50
Wisdom: 50
Charisma: 60

[Arthur Ð]

Arthur might have been able to keep up well enough with his master if he dropped everything and fought with all his strength but he was caught off guard that his master was even capable of the action he was in his current state. But fighting against Leon in the past did teach him a few things in the past and when Leon began to come at him Arthur flickered on current B, his body instantly fell backwards to hit the ground, narrowly avoiding Leons strike. Though under his breath Arthur swore at the pain of the sudden muscle contraction as well as hitting the floor that hard.

"I. Was. Set. On. Fire. What. Do. You. Think. Is. Wrong. With. Me.?" Arthur responded from his place on the ground. His voice was calm thanks to the mechanical timing of his modulator.

[Mr. Kaar]

That was interesting, Arthur had learned apparently, and was becoming a descent fighter. Seemed there was reason tos top this boy's downward spiral before it got too far... But how? Regularly his pupils died before this point in the training. And this one looked close to it. Leon didn't want to kill his pupil, just get him going down a different path. This whole kill Katsuri by any means nessisary was off.

Leon missed Arthur continueing his path imbedding his arm to the shoulder in a wall. Ripping it out Leon would grip his fingers intot he wall with ease, the wall crumbling and falling to the ground as he would throw himself at Arthur again, aiming to drop his left elbow on the boy.

"I seemed to have left some important shit out of our training."

[Arthur Ð]

Arthur rolled on the ground, feeling Leon nick his arm as he came down. The force was dangerous even when weakened as he was. Rolling to his feet, Arthur would rub his arm for a moment as he looked back to his master.

"What. Could. You. have. Left. Out.?" Arthur questioned, backing off slowly. He was putting some distance between himself and Leon just in case Leon tried another one of those flying strikes, he had the shotgun knuckles afterall.

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon pushed off the ground with his elbow rolling himself over as it had planted itself within the floor, grabbing the floor with his fingers as he lay on his stomach he would speak some more.

"Well, morals and respect of combat, I tought you to fight, but I didn't teach you when to fight. I had you seek out challanges, but it twisted you."

Leon would watch waiting to see if Arthur's body would move even slightly to giv e an opening.

[Arthur Ð]

Leons words triggered a surge in Arthurs madness. The heels of his palms would press into his eyes as his head rolled back and the strange, mechanical laughter blasted out from Arthurs modulator.

"Twisted. Me.? No. Freed. Me. It. Freed. Me. I. Now. See. The. Rules. In. Its. Perfect. Form." Arthur would call back, lowering his hands and stifling his laughter. "You. Taught. Me. What. I. Needed. And. I. Adapted. And. Became. Stronger. All. Because. You. Said. To." Arthur continued. Though with the madness triggered, Arthur was no longer paying close attention to Leon creating a large opening in his form.

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon's hand would tense and dig in throwing himself forward instently, pushing his forearm forward to throw into Arthur's knee's. Possibly breasking or dislocating the knee joints. Leon would sweep his arm though to give himself room to keep going so as to not have Arthur land on him, a kind of push to move Arthur away and give himself space.

Leon's hand would slam the ground digging in though as he would launch himself back at Arthur again so as to land on top of him with his forearm pushing down on the boy's upper chest.

"Fool! You only see power, you dont know how to use it properly, without the honor and respect for combat you will NEVER be able to use it."

[Arthur Ð]

(( I can't remember Arthurs strength at the start of the thread so I'mma just use his current one if you hold no objections ))

Arthur would find himself struck down fast by Leon, his knee fracturing as it was jerked out of place. Arthur found himself falling to the ground and fast, and equally fast drawn out of his madness and back to reality. As Leon would move to strike back against Arthur, the younger male would fire off a blast from the shotgun knuckles to prevent Leon from getting too close.

"And. What. Honor. And. Respect. Is. There.? In. Deciding. My. Fate. Through. Obfuscation. In. Fighting. A. Cripple. As. You. Are." Arthur retaliated to Leons words, and though the modulator would drain most of the emotion out of his words his words were spoken with a vipers bite.

((Shockwave Strength: 66. Remaing Strength: 32))

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon's straight line attacks where difficult to have any good manueverability... IF you wheren't used to spending most of your fights in the air, the blast shot forth, ripping at the ground as he would punch the ground to send himself off course and towards the wall, the wave still hit, and it had some strength behind it, problem being Leon's body was already messed up from fighting David.

~Fucking Great.~

Leon would slam his left hand into the wall to hold himself in position as he looked at Arthur.

"And letting you stay the weak tormented little boy you where would of been a better option? You had alot of potential. It would of been against the ways of combat to let you stay that way. Did I not take care of you? Did I not give you the option to leave? You know you wanted it. I simply pushed you. Had I known you would become this, I would of destroyed you long ago."

Leon's body would glow lightly as he sucked the energy right out of the wall, and thrw himself at the cieling causing the light to burn brightly, brighter than it was capable and it would pop, causing the time he would need to bring his left fist down in a punch that had alot of power behind it.

Str: 144
Dex: 144

[Arthur Ð]

Leon might strike faster then anything Arthur was able to keep up with but his failing point was not striking first. Staying still Arthur knew he was dead, running Arthur knew he would die, just later. Always an inherent fact even from his earliest days and that was what he did at this day. Rolling as soon as his shockwave struck Leon, would mean he would narrowly avoid being struck by that fierce punch and fierce speed. A growl issuing from Arthurs mask in response as he eyed how close he came to harm.

"And. You. Have. Tried. For. So. Long. And. Failed. To. Do. So. Like. The Roach. I. Shall. Live. On. Long. After. You. Perish." Arthur would retaliate.

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon's punch would hit the floor caving it in, a crater forming under where his fist had landed. Using his Qi he would blast it into the ground launching himself back at the cieling, where he would grab hold, pull himself in the direction Arthur had rolled, punching the cieling he would launch himself down at Arthur in a spin so as to bring his left elbow around in hopes of smashing it into Arthur. There was little chance of true aim due to the spin, but Leon had been training his abilities for longer than Arthur had been alive, his skills chizzled to perfection. IT would likely hit Arthur somewhere, unless he moved again.

The boy had gotten much better than Leon had remembered, he really had become twisted from being burned. Was it the burning that twisted him? What kind of emotion would of pushed him this far? Anger? Hatred? Sadness? Which was it?

Only problem being was Leon probably even now wouldn't be able to kill Arthur. There was hope he could change him back. But the shell and the body. Could Arthur go back?

[Arthur Ð]

Arthur felt the blow strike his side, clipping it more than anything but the strength behind Leons attack was considerable. A hiss emitted from his modulator as Arthur released a demented scream. Arthur would retaliate with his own elbow, to strike Leon in the head, or at least that was what Arthur hoped.

"You. Have. Not. Been. Around. For. Some. Time. Why. Is. It. Now. You. Move. After. So. Long.?" Arthur questioned from his post on the floor. He knew physically he could not beat Leon, but psychology might win him the battle.

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon would push himself to a wall and lift his limp form to a position similer to that if he where on his feet.

"Well had I taught you, you would know. A fighter is defined by the will to fight. If they have none, then they are not a Fighter! You attacked a non-combatant female. As your master I am issueing your punishment for failing to follow the teachings I didn't imply. Which I will beat into you now. With. Just. One. Arm."

Leon would seeth those last four words to Arthur as his hand would drain the hospital of its electricity rooms going out as his bodies glow intensafied. The wall exploding around his arm as his legs held him up, the torn muscles useless, the ones still working making his knee's shakey, the wall had cratered from the energy being produced by Leon.

"A combatant will never back down from a fight one on one. A combatant will fight with everything they have. A true warrior. Fights every challange big or small, to better himself. A Combatant will not attack those unable to defend themselves without good reason!"

Leon's leg muscles would bulge as he shot forward with a single push at Arthur, lifting that good arm back over his head as his other arm simply hung in the wake of his motions, throwing another punch to watch where Arthur mite move.