That one good fight. (Leon/Open)

[Marcus Prasad]

Laying on the rooftop of an old run down two story house, Marcus couldn't help but feel a massive pang of homesickness. If there was one thing about New York City he missed the most, was the fact that it was so.....TALL! Tall buildings, Skyscrapers! Hills and highways! Stuff to CLIMB!
Here? Not so much.
Marcus enjoyed Longbeach but it was FLAT by comparison. At least most of it was. There WAS the downtown core but that sat in a heavily contested area and the LAST thing you wanted was a lit match like Marcus near a powder keg of that size.

So for now, Marcus would lay there, memories of rooftop running through Hells Kitchen as a lad with not a care in the world. With a sigh he reached his hand out to shield his eyes from the suns rays. Well, at least it was always sunny here. Did wonders for keeping ones brownish glow. He snickered at the thought, wondering if this was how lizards and reptiles felt when they basked in the sunlight.

[Mr. Kaar]

So Leon was out on an enthusiastic walk through the world. When all of a sudden some numbers popped up on his helmets scouter. Turning his head to look at the building he'd take off his power helmet and whistle.

[Marcus Prasad]

"Dafuq?"
Said Marcus as he heard the whistle.
Rolling swiftly onto his feet, he stood up and beheld Leon, decked out in his rather badass looking power armor!

"Sensei? Watchu doing in my neck of the woods?"

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon would stretch a bit and shrug.

"Welp, I just declared myself a King back in my territory, so I wont be getting out much. Decided to leave my comfort zone and maybe shoot a vampire twenty seven times and find a big tittied police girl."

[Marcus Prasad]

Hearing this, Marcus let out a low whistle.
"King of the Dragons huh? Fuck."
He said, clearly impressed. Listening to Leons desire for random shenanigans, most likely not being too serious about it, Marcus suddenly got himself a rather serious Idea.
With a thoughtful grin on his face, Marcus moved to the edge of the roof and sat himself down on the edge.

"Mmkay, here's what we do. Step one, we convince (Or Pay) one of Aryns girls, HAS to be a ginger, to dress up in a police officer outfit. THEN we wander into Barker territory and beat the unholy shit out of people. Or whatever, something like that. Watchu think?"

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon would ponder it.

"You know sounds like a great idea, but I'd be too distracted by the red head."

Leon would pop the helmet back on and clip it back into place.

"But I have a better idea. How about we throw down till we can't move anymore. No powers, no killing moves, just a good old fashioned slobber knocker."

[Marcus Prasad]

No sooner had the words left Leons lips, Marcus would immediatly plant his feet against the corner of roof he was sitting on and launch himself towards Leon, Moonsaulting through the air to plant a solid boot and send the man rocketing back.

If all went well anyway. Marcus knew Leon was FAST for such a casualy ponderous man and so if Leon DID ward himself or try to block, Marcus would use the kinetic momentum to kick off Leon and land infront of him before delivering a flurry of roundhouse kicks aimed in a spread all up and down Leons body.

All the while, a massive wolfish smile plastered on his lips.

Drop of a hat indeed.

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon didn't find a reason to block as the kick came in cracking the visor on the helmet as he bent his body backwards sliding a bit before coming to a stop, catching the roundhouse under his left arm as it slammed his padded side he would step in and throw a right punch for Marcus' chest letting go of the leg to let him hit the wall of the building behind him.

[Marcus Prasad]

Two thoughts went through Marcus' head as Leons visor cracked.
'Oh No! I cracked Leons badass visor!"
Followed by:
'Fuck YEAH! I actualy CAN crack Leons Badass Visor!'

Proceeded by him getting punched in the guts and sent flying through the air, crashing through the walls of the house. For awhile there would be silence, perhaps Marcus was knocked out?

NOT!
A Kitchen sink would shoot out from the Marcus sized hole, followed by the man himself as he let out a feral growl. Leon could DEFINATLY handle Marcus going all out, so all out he would go!

Starting with what would LOOK like a vicious haymaker, instead Marcus would throw his fist down and flat against the ground, bringing his feet up to kick Leon in the head before pulling his hand up and letting his body drop, planting his OTHER hand down and swinging his entire lower half into a leg sweep.

If Leon was actualy kicked off his feet, Marcus would send HIM flying by bunching both legs up so far his knees were tucked under his chin before sending both feet slamming into his Sensei while he was in midair.

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon would bitch smack the porcelain sink into shattered white dust and shrapnel continueing the rotation into a block of the feet coming at him through the cloud Leon himself had created. Jumping slightly and tucking into a ball he'd bring his legs and knee's up in front of him and cross his arms infront of his face as the sweep and kick combo came in launching him backwards as well.

Leon would grab a rotting and broken light pole near the street and swing a full three sixty around it hurling himself in a spinning ball back at Marcus horizontally flipping. Extending his feet as he bent out of the flips to grab Marcus with his feet, Leon would hold on allowing his rotating form to curl around his back, plant his hands to the ground and lift Marcus with his back and leg strength to slam him into the ground.

[Marcus Prasad]

Marcus watched as his sensei essentialy Poledanced around a...well....pole. All thoughts of a witty one liner gone as he came back around and rocketed straight for him.

Bracing himself, Marcus would feel Leon wrap his legs around him, sending warning flares in his mind, he knew damn well what was comming next. Hell, it was one of his own favorite moves!
Gritting his teeth, Marcus readied himself as he was flung up and over, but instead of landing on his head, He would twist himself around like a cat and land on his feet, Scrunching the muscles in his stomach HARD as he stopped Leons Momentum and tucked his legs up under his armpits before comming up spinning, around and around and right into a parked car, using his Sensei like a Sledgehammer.

[Mr. Kaar]

Now Leon and Marcus where like a spinning top of death, just so happened Leon slammed a parked car like it was tin foil, scrunching into it with a loud crash broken windows shattered more, the car even tipping slightly as he was indented into the car.

Leon would grip the sides of his imprint and tug himself free with a few extra pieces of glass clattering off his form, brushing it off like nothing. Leon would grin under his helmet, things where starting to get a nice eb and flow.

[Marcus Prasad]

Laughing over how nonchalant Leon was after being sledgehammered into a freaking car, Marcus would slip into a Mui Tai stance, Challenging his Sensei to attack with a wave of his hand. A Cheshire cat smile on his face.

By this point a small crowd had begun to form, keeping a wide berth of course, to watch the two titans continue thier streetbrawl.

It was kind of funny how Marcus could always rely on Leon to give him a good fight right when he needed it the most.

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon would see Marcus' Muay Thai stance and rotate his legs in a large circle causing a ave to ripple through his whole body before he would stomp his right foot into the lead bringing his hands up in interchanging swaying motions. Holdings his hands as if they held tea cups within them for the rice wine.

He'd stumble forward twisting his hands around and pulling them apart then retracting them close before shooting them both inwards like a clapping motion for Marcus' sides of the head. He was actually expecting them to be blocked, and not missing a beat would aim a push kick for Marcus stomach, also pushing himself back and seemingly off balance as he retracted the foot spinning himself around and extending his arms to keep Marcus away in case of counter attack.

[Marcus Prasad]

Marcus' eyes went wide as he immediatly recognized the stance Leon had taken. Drunken Boxing?!?!?!? A small grin would grow on his face, hiding his eagerness. NOBODY had ever gone after Marcus with Drunken boxing before and he was more than willing to pit himself against it. Especialy if Leon was wielding it.

Something NEW! Something Marcus could break down and adopt into his ever growing repatior.
The thought threatened to make him giddy as the old elecrified excitment of combat sang through his veins and made his entire body feel light and tingly.

Marcus would fall for Leons feint, able to guard his head, but not his body at the same time and soon found Leons foot slamming into his stomach. Letting out a wet grunt of pain, the man kicked his feet up off the ground at the moment of impact, softening the blow somewhat (Though that wasn't saying much. It STILL felt like he had just been struck with a sledgehammer) and ensuring he wouldn't break contact. Marcus wasn't willing to give Leon any breathing room, so while he was struck, he grabbed his opponents ankle and knee in each hand and planted a foot of his own into Leons solar plexus, keeping his grip strong as he flung himself backwards the second his feet once again were touching the ground and tossing Leon back with a Tomoe Nage.

Agile as a cat, Leon would most likely twist and land on his feet, but in the meantime Marcus would close the gap and strike with a flying one two kick before digging into Leon with a vicious One two Elbow strike to right hook to Left Uppercut combo, aiming for the cheekbones, then the ribs, then the sweet spot just under the chin while he still hopefully had that split second window where Leon would be just the LEAST bit disoriented.

One never attacks Leon Sudeki head on. Marcus knew that was where the man excelled at because that was how Leon taught Marcus. Attack, Advance, Keep the pressure high and never give your opponent even one single inch. Don't just wait for an opening, tear one open and strike!