Post by Nakamura Atsushi on Jun 10, 2011 7:21:49 GMT -8
[OOC: If it's a tl;dr thing for you, then just know I got in a fight and fell out of a two story factory and am now walking bloody out of an alleyway.]
Running was all that M seemed to do lately. Be it from just his past, or his family. In this case, it seemed to be both. Somehow, they'd found out he'd escaped the life they'd given him back in New York and they'd sent some of their people after him. Father had hardened, it seemed, and decided that a continued attempt to act against him deserved punishment. He wanted to put him through '100 cuts.' He wasn't just going to sit back and take it, however. Despite the fact that fighting back meant returning to his former self - the one he wanted to leave behind - he needed to do so to ensure survival.
There were five men. Whether or not there were going to be continued waves, he did not know, but for now he would assume that there would be just to be on the safe side. Taking on all five at once without his knives would definitely be a very bad idea, given that they were his main source of combat. So he'd try his best to separate them. At most, he'd take on three at a time, since anything past that would leave him too open.
He'd taken refuge in a factory and was hiding in a crevice between to currently non-operating machines. The men entered and immediately decided to split up. The largest man, along with the two smaller men went upstairs where all of the machinery was operating. This was good, since it meant that chances of them hearing their friends die was small.
As the two checking downstairs would pass the machine M was hiding behind, he would wait for the one in the back to be within five feet. Quietly, he'd sneak up behind him and place one hand on his shoulder, the other on the opposite side of his chin. The man would let out a grunt, and then his neck would have snapped, and he'd fall to the ground in with a thud. The other guy turned instinctively. He was surprised to see Deramoto, obviously, and immediately prepared for a fight. M, however, knew much more in terms of martial arts, putting this guy at a disadvantage since he couldn't use firearms.
The guy rushed forward with a left hook and M dropped his torso beneath the incoming arm, doing a 270 degree spin and launching his left heel into the guy's chin. He stumbled and fell to his back and quickly M slammed his heel on the guy's chest and rammed his fist into his throat. He wouldn't be getting up after that. Next were the three upstairs. Certainly they weren't going to be this easy to get rid of, but he'd do it as simply as he could.
He ran upstairs and placed his back against the wall, leaning his head around the corner. Luckily, they'd spit up. Getting rid of them one by one would be easier this way. One guy was patrolling the upper level and was heading, it seemed, back down. Perfect. As he turned the corner, M slammed his fist into the guy's throat and kicked the back of his knee, sending him down the stairs and his head landed against the railing. Three down, no problem. So the next two would probably be the hard ones. And, of course, one of them heard the fall and he, too, went toward the corner. Knowing he'd be seen, M just decided to strike out rather then waiting for the guy to be on him, first.
He whirled out from behind the corner with a backhand at the guy's face. He ducked and sent out an uppercut aimed at M's cheek. If it weren't for the momentum he'd gained, it would've landed, but it made contact with his ear lobe. In retaliation, he would send out his knee to the guy's temple and knock him to the ground. He'd lift him by his collar with one hand and slam his fist into his cheek with the other. The guy was dazed from the knee, so this would be easy.
Or not.
The big guy took notice of the ruckus and grabbed M by the back of the collar and through him toward a wall, which he was then slammed into. He resisted a yelp, and painfully stood to his feet. The other guy was a whole half a foot taller than him. This would definitely suck. He'd have to get rid of the littler guy first, who'd just gotten up, rubbing his face.
[white]"[There's no escaping us, no matter how hard you try. Your father has ordered your execution.]"[/white]
The large man cracked his knuckles as he neared Deramoto. Why would father order his execution this late in? It just didn't make sense for him to have waited a whole year. But that was how he chose to do things, it seemed, and the only way to end this was to take this problem to the source, to take out the head of the Yakuza. But that would have to wait. For now, M would have to focus on these guys.
"[You won't be able to carry out your orders. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to let you kill me. I've finally got a new start.]"
[white]"[You never deserved another chance, scum.]"[/white]
A chuckle. There's always another chance. It'd be left at that.
The three would run toward each other, and M would quickly jump up and slam his feet into the two's chests. They'd both be thrown back a little bit, and he'd land with a backflip. He'd then run up to the smaller guy - the one he'd floored earlier - and got him in a choke hold, slamming him into the ground. Choking him, though, wasn't going to be fast enough. So he ripped the guy's throat out, instead. By this time, though, the other guy would no longer be dazed, and he'd ram his shoulder into M, once again sending him into a wall.
This time he'd follow up by ramming his fist into the boy's stomach and tossing him at a railing near a window. Now the boy was slightly helpless, his body aching from the massive man's attack. He struggled getting to his feet.. Damn his low endurance. The giant man made a mad dash toward him, and he knew that - were he not to act - he would be thrown out the window, and possibly killed. So, despite his pain, he'd crouch beneath the onslaught and grip the guy's legs, flipping him over. He didn't let him go however, as he'd only fall back. Instead, he released his grip with only one hand and rammed his shoulder into the guy, slamming him through the window. The two made a thirty foot drop and landed atop a brick wall. This fall shattered the guy's back and he fell toward the factory. M, however, fell on the opposite side, landing on a trash can and falling into an alley.
Panting, he picked himself up. If he just waited, and there was another wave.. He'd definitely get hurt real bad. He needed his knives. But for now, he'd continue to run.
Running was all that M seemed to do lately. Be it from just his past, or his family. In this case, it seemed to be both. Somehow, they'd found out he'd escaped the life they'd given him back in New York and they'd sent some of their people after him. Father had hardened, it seemed, and decided that a continued attempt to act against him deserved punishment. He wanted to put him through '100 cuts.' He wasn't just going to sit back and take it, however. Despite the fact that fighting back meant returning to his former self - the one he wanted to leave behind - he needed to do so to ensure survival.
There were five men. Whether or not there were going to be continued waves, he did not know, but for now he would assume that there would be just to be on the safe side. Taking on all five at once without his knives would definitely be a very bad idea, given that they were his main source of combat. So he'd try his best to separate them. At most, he'd take on three at a time, since anything past that would leave him too open.
He'd taken refuge in a factory and was hiding in a crevice between to currently non-operating machines. The men entered and immediately decided to split up. The largest man, along with the two smaller men went upstairs where all of the machinery was operating. This was good, since it meant that chances of them hearing their friends die was small.
As the two checking downstairs would pass the machine M was hiding behind, he would wait for the one in the back to be within five feet. Quietly, he'd sneak up behind him and place one hand on his shoulder, the other on the opposite side of his chin. The man would let out a grunt, and then his neck would have snapped, and he'd fall to the ground in with a thud. The other guy turned instinctively. He was surprised to see Deramoto, obviously, and immediately prepared for a fight. M, however, knew much more in terms of martial arts, putting this guy at a disadvantage since he couldn't use firearms.
The guy rushed forward with a left hook and M dropped his torso beneath the incoming arm, doing a 270 degree spin and launching his left heel into the guy's chin. He stumbled and fell to his back and quickly M slammed his heel on the guy's chest and rammed his fist into his throat. He wouldn't be getting up after that. Next were the three upstairs. Certainly they weren't going to be this easy to get rid of, but he'd do it as simply as he could.
He ran upstairs and placed his back against the wall, leaning his head around the corner. Luckily, they'd spit up. Getting rid of them one by one would be easier this way. One guy was patrolling the upper level and was heading, it seemed, back down. Perfect. As he turned the corner, M slammed his fist into the guy's throat and kicked the back of his knee, sending him down the stairs and his head landed against the railing. Three down, no problem. So the next two would probably be the hard ones. And, of course, one of them heard the fall and he, too, went toward the corner. Knowing he'd be seen, M just decided to strike out rather then waiting for the guy to be on him, first.
He whirled out from behind the corner with a backhand at the guy's face. He ducked and sent out an uppercut aimed at M's cheek. If it weren't for the momentum he'd gained, it would've landed, but it made contact with his ear lobe. In retaliation, he would send out his knee to the guy's temple and knock him to the ground. He'd lift him by his collar with one hand and slam his fist into his cheek with the other. The guy was dazed from the knee, so this would be easy.
Or not.
The big guy took notice of the ruckus and grabbed M by the back of the collar and through him toward a wall, which he was then slammed into. He resisted a yelp, and painfully stood to his feet. The other guy was a whole half a foot taller than him. This would definitely suck. He'd have to get rid of the littler guy first, who'd just gotten up, rubbing his face.
[white]"[There's no escaping us, no matter how hard you try. Your father has ordered your execution.]"[/white]
The large man cracked his knuckles as he neared Deramoto. Why would father order his execution this late in? It just didn't make sense for him to have waited a whole year. But that was how he chose to do things, it seemed, and the only way to end this was to take this problem to the source, to take out the head of the Yakuza. But that would have to wait. For now, M would have to focus on these guys.
"[You won't be able to carry out your orders. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to let you kill me. I've finally got a new start.]"
[white]"[You never deserved another chance, scum.]"[/white]
A chuckle. There's always another chance. It'd be left at that.
The three would run toward each other, and M would quickly jump up and slam his feet into the two's chests. They'd both be thrown back a little bit, and he'd land with a backflip. He'd then run up to the smaller guy - the one he'd floored earlier - and got him in a choke hold, slamming him into the ground. Choking him, though, wasn't going to be fast enough. So he ripped the guy's throat out, instead. By this time, though, the other guy would no longer be dazed, and he'd ram his shoulder into M, once again sending him into a wall.
This time he'd follow up by ramming his fist into the boy's stomach and tossing him at a railing near a window. Now the boy was slightly helpless, his body aching from the massive man's attack. He struggled getting to his feet.. Damn his low endurance. The giant man made a mad dash toward him, and he knew that - were he not to act - he would be thrown out the window, and possibly killed. So, despite his pain, he'd crouch beneath the onslaught and grip the guy's legs, flipping him over. He didn't let him go however, as he'd only fall back. Instead, he released his grip with only one hand and rammed his shoulder into the guy, slamming him through the window. The two made a thirty foot drop and landed atop a brick wall. This fall shattered the guy's back and he fell toward the factory. M, however, fell on the opposite side, landing on a trash can and falling into an alley.
Panting, he picked himself up. If he just waited, and there was another wave.. He'd definitely get hurt real bad. He needed his knives. But for now, he'd continue to run.