Play-time SCARS!

[Fau$t]

CRACK~!!

The sound was absolutely beautiful. Skull on pavement, blood seeping from inflicted wound. This was his Wednesday night! The rather large fellow would roll to his side, a smirk curling up over his lips. A gash was placed properly up above his left eyebrow, coming a little close to his piercing. He could feel the scarlet liquid slip n' slide down his face, a bit of his curling up over his lips. The taste was absolutely magnificent. He would get up, spitting a bit of the blood out from his mouth and onto the concrete floor. There was cardboard on the floor at one point, but it wasn't here now. One of the main reasons why that blow dealt made such an impact on his skull. This was real. As real as it gets. He was ready for the next move. He was ready to deal the next blow. Faust was ready to break his fuckin' neck. His oppressor was a rather large man, coming up on 6"3, a little bulky though. He was nothing. Faust would smirk, every blood-stained tooth cracking through his thin lips. This was going to be one hell of a party. The man would give him a weird expression, his legs working themselves so that he was already charging towards Faust. Wrong move, fuckface. There was little room for him to maneuver in, but enough for him to actually land a decisive hit on this pride-filled jackass. The man actually thought he'd won. He was sadly mistaken. Faust's muscles would tighten, the man closing in, his movement fluid and beautifully constructed. The man was going to clothes-line him. Faust would crouch so that his shoulder was vertical to the man's chest, left fist balled, ready to perform the next action. The technique was executed perfectly, his arm would extend upward. The man obviously startled by the movement, slipped forward, makingthe blow much more effective. His knuckles would collide with the man's jaw-bone. At this moment, Faust had decided to name his victim.

Charles. Poor Charles was about to experience one of the worst pains of his entire life.

Charles would be sent backward, his head rocketing in the same direction. CRASH! Collision. Charlie had landed backward into the concrete, a spasm of blood bursting out from the lower end on his skull. An eye for an eye as Faust would say. Really, Faust let him beat him around for the first few minutes. This fight had been glorious even though Faust had forced it. His bare chest exposed, all six ab's exposed as he positioned himself. He would just need to catch his breath, whereas good ol' Charlie would be forced to watch in horror. PLAY-TIME WAS OVER! Faust lunged forward onto his aggressor, his right arm held backward, shot outward in a second. Colliding with Charles' cheek bone. He would repeat the process. Again and again and again and again and again and again and again. Faust felt sorry for Charlie's wife, having to wake up next to his fucked up face for the next few weeks. Faust would get up from his position over Charlie, the men around him cheering. He was a glorious combatant. No.

He was a beast, released from it's cage, having not been fed for weeks on end!

His feast was just beginning. He was going to kill the next bastard who stepped up in front of him. Faust had established a title, a cruel and sadistic title... But a title, nonetheless. He was itching for the next fight, his eyes scanning the crowd for his next victim. The crowd was looking forward to it too, many people afraid to step into the concrete ring. This urban jungle was his battlefield. He would circle around the ring, as two men managed to pick dear Charles up and dragging him out into the alley way. Faust had stumbled into this place by accident. Now, he was reigning as a beautiful fighter. The glorious gladiator pitted to fight against all odds. And honestly, he was waiting for the next fighter to step forward. Who would be brave enough to fight a monster, a brutal beast of a man? Obviously. This guy.

"..."

Faust would stay silent as his next opponent strolled into his domain, The lion's den. Would this be more meat for him to feast on, something to properly kick off his frenzy? Or maybe, it'd kick and scream... Maybe it'd cry out in pain as Faust would satisfy his hunger with this one's flesh. He wanted to break thousands. He wanted...

To breath fire.

[Mr. Kaar]

A concrete heaven, a place for street fighters,a place to dish out pain, and absolute destruction. To get out anger, and to release all feelings in a way some would call brutel, but if you where a street fighter, you saw it differently. You did not see two idiots beating each other bloody, you did not see two people drunk in an ally way fighting for no reason. If you where a street fighter you saw a gloriouse dance, a glimmering dance of hope that you may walk the streets doing your every day boring thing, but with a sense of pride, a loss of fear, this dance helps each and every person get by in their lives, no matter if they participated or not. Your life turned upside down once you stepped into this magnificent dance floor. your life became that, of a man with no regrets and no reason to fear. Your job? You do things the way you want once you dance once. Getting Mugged? Your the one doing the mugging. you dont lose or win, you dance, the one who dances the longest is the greatest.

A young man watched this battle. Two giants in this 5'11" man's case battling it out. but it was different this time, this blonde spikey haired young man knew one of them. No not on a first name bases, or a name bases at all. Dark, navy blue eyes watched as hell broke out at the climax of this magnificent dance. A beautiful display portreyed by the very man this boy knew. It would seem he was waiting for a challanger himself. Whats this? No one was stepping forward? Thats how it seemed, for no one stepped forward, as the huge man scanned the crowed they seem to not make eye contact. Thats not how This boy was, his eyes made sure to conect wiht this mans wiether he did the same back or not. This man stepped forward into this particuler dance floor. The scars all over this mans toned body told of his hell for a past. By now this man should of recognized him, unless he didn't remember the incident with ol' Tiger Boy in the park.

His short stature had nothign to do with his fighting abilities. He was not wearing any type of shirt, but did have tan cargo pants on, and boots cut off at the heels. On his face are a diamond shaped tattoo directly in the middle of his forehead. Witht hat tattoo there are two triangles tilted to fit an eith of an inch from the top two sides of the diamond. Completely black. Above the corner of each eye brow where scars from a single man in two different fights. That man Leon had feared, but only for so long. On his right cheek four horizontal scars. they came from a glove with spikes on them. His chest had a giant 'X' shaped scar on it from one love handle to the opposing shoulder, to the other. along with multiple hundreds of small insagnificant scars on his back and chest. yet the most noticable scar of them all, would be the whole right arm. A red colored scar went in a complete circle around his shoulder, with multiple other lightning shaped scars trailing down from the circle on his shoulder to his wrist, which had no circle around it.

This man here his name was Leon Sudeki, he may have walked into the Lion's den, but he is Leon, The Bold Lion. he wasn't here to play either, he would either take this den as his own, or possibly die trying. Leon had gone through alot that should of killed him in hsi past, this could very well be another one of those things to add to the list. Did it bother Leon? No. was he afraid? Not even. He is a Sudeki, the challange of a fight is what their warrior blood lives for. It's what they craved and hungered for. and this man was going to give it to him. It was a feeling from watching. A "Sixth Sense" if you will about other fighters. A Sudeki only acted on what their blood told them to do, and right now it told him to fight, fight for all he was worth.

[akada]

Enter the 7 foot creature of doom, or rather... Hiroko anyways. Whats more, is he was not clad in the traditional loose cloth made of cotton or silk.. there was instead a tight binding band wrapped over his upper chest, stretching over that massive form of his and showing ever inch and detail of that sinew laden body. Blue eyes looked over at what he knew well to be a man of similar stature, easily a monstrosity in his own right... but the twisted mind that played deep within was the most exciting part for one to think of in such a manner as this. Sleeves were cut clean just above his bicep, leaving those so called guns to be displayed in a fashion similar to what one saw on TV wrestling matches.. yet this was not TV, and the blood being splattered every where was the out and out truth.. leaving little to be desired by that male as he watched from his perch, just in range of sight down that alley way. Arms folded neatly over his chest, and most of that messy blonde hair being pulled back tight into a pony tail. By george, he seemed to be intent upon watching each move of that fellow behemoth of his.. as well as an old friend.

"Mm... the scent of death.. "

He mused from a distance, taking in the scent of that iron laced blood filling the air in mass. A hand came up to that trusty ball cap, twisting it around back at noticing Leon, and then pulling it down just slightly so that it kept his hair cleanly out of his face, while not being uncomfortable. Thats when a hand disappeared into his pocket and pulled out nothing else... but those damned headphones. Slipping the wireless buds into his ear he would have locked them in place and turned them both on, leaving hand to slip back down into his pocket and he turned on what he always seemed to have on during fights...music. "Korn - Coming." It was only seconds before he was met by that quick upbeat and almost enraging melody. Head being forced to one side, and then the other would have produced a sickening crack al of its own, and then he would have shot off right at them. What was to come however was far from a dance of fluid and grace, its was more of a cold calculated number ready to tear through them if they did not properly watch their steps.. this was the Aura of a genius in work. A mind far beyond its years, and yet at the same time, it seemed he worked purely on the instinct of others around him.

Thats when it was offered out to them, a wild backfire of that twisting arm, and then with it game the tensed hand and a fist blazing downwards just behind Leon, snarling at first as it was put into position, and then roaring the entire time downwards, as the few rings on his hands produced an effect similar to a rather loud whistling, leaving the steel to first make contact with that concrete, and then following it by those hardened knuckles, made from years of training.. there was a loud kick back and wind would have been forced around Leons legs, enough to force him forwards, while at the same time a small crator had been indented into that alleyway. Apart from the dust having been kicked up into the air, there was a small hint of flame encircling Hiroko's hand.. leaving him to rise, hold it upwards and then wave it away, showing that soft, yet tough flesh was almost fire resistant at this point.. having used such strength and raw speed to force unadulterated power was enough to make anyones body go through changes.

"Now now.. we were not fighting without me were we?"

He asked in that same almost relaxed tone, made up of a soothing counter part, and carried through with that smile, even despite the slowly growing cracked along that hole, and the crumbling foundations of the alleyway coming towards his feet.. leaving a hole straight down into what would have seemed pitch black, the sewers? Of course. Given the fact a jack hammer was able to puncture through that sort of length with just a fraction of Hiroko's strength. It was merely enough to be explained with nothing more then his odd smile and a tilt of his head, music blaring in his ear, despite being able to hear everything around him.

[Fau$t]

"Nooooow~ What do we have here? Another freak lookin' for the fighter's euphoria, eh? Though, I don't want you running out on this fight like you did at #552. Mister Hiroko Katashi. We have a score to settle."

His voice was cold, harsh. Ribbons would be a metaphorical summary of how his statement ripped through the tense air. The crowd would adjust with the chilling silence. Two behemoths. One, a hulking mass of muscle and power. The second, a horrible beast of man capable of ripping through opponents with lightning fast movements. Honestly, through the humble-outlook, Faust had to be quite frank about it. He was pretty fuckin' fast. Faster than Olympic Championship Sprinters. There was obviously an advantage in that. More then definitely. The cold air bit at his skin, leaving only a tinge of scarlet to coat his flesh. The feeling lasted what seemed like hours. He would bite on his lower lip, lapping up the remaining crimson from his previous fight. Charles had it lucky. Hiroko would be facing a monster. No doubt, he was one aswell. This would be the ultimate test. The ultimate clash of titans. These people, these animals* were driven to fight. They were driven to seek and destroy. Kill or be killed. Chills ran up his spine. Lovers of the fight. Their passion would light the world with a monumental light. These men were about to make beautiful artwork. There bodies were the almighty canvas, their fists... Their fists would be the brushes to guide the lines of pain. It was a rather cold night, but somehow Faust had already managed to work up a sweat. The droplets of perspiration glistening against his rock-hard torso, all ab's exposed. Almost all people would be intimidated by his massive form. Then, there were people like Hiroko. These people would embrace it and fight for perfection. In all honesty, Hiroko was a hulking tower. He had to weigh at least sixty-seventy more pounds than Faust did. But it didn't matter. Faust had fought individuals like this before. Each suffering the same, brutal fate. Though, Hiroko was not like most men. He was an excellent fighter, that never ceased to amaze him. To exchange blows after their last confrontation almost five years ago was absolutely enthralling.

This would be wondrous. This would be heaven. This would be hell. The paradise for fighters. What was the place called again? It was on the tip of his tongue. Ah, yes. Val'Hallah.

"Hiroko... I missed you..."

His voice oozed with a playful banter, but still held up it's consistent sadistic tone. Smirking, his statement would give off the impression of a joke. This would be most fun, indeed. Knowing Hiroko, Faust expected a witty remark in response. Chuckling to himself, he stretching his triceps for a minute or so. Didn't want to tear a muscle now, did he?

FLASH~!!

A spark would run up his forearm and dance all they way up past his shoulders. A simple display of Qi, the shot of blue and gold dissipating a few moments afterwards. He was ready for this fight, whether Hiroko was or not. Faust was prepared to exert as much energy as possible if it meant having Hiroko on the weakest link. Their last duel was a stale-mate, for obvious reasons. They were absolutely wrecked when they fought each other. Hiroko had recently been beaten to near-death by fifteen-some-odd people whereas Faust had suffered a similar fate. But, now... Now was their chance to make this a fight to remember. A fight all of these people would never forget. This fight would hit godly proportions. But until then, Faust would only have to prepare from the worst. And that would be common, coming from a fighter like Hiroko Katashi. He hoped to fight him with everything he could. Imagine. The Reign of the Fire Lotus Style matched against The Katashi Forbidden Style... It sounded too good to be true. His muscles would tense up, a few joints locking up in various areas. He was ready to go basic for as long as he could. Then bring out his real firepower when needed, otherwise his stamina would have to last him the fight. And imagine these two... With THEIR stamina... They could probably fight for days on end. Oooooh~ It sounded too damn good. Their battlefield? This alley-way square. A few tree's planted into the farthest corners of the square, concrete just recently put down. Sad, really. He had already tainted it with his blood. Meh. What's a little more?

((OoC: Think of the alley-way/park/square thing from The Matrix. The Burly Brawl, when bajillions of Smith's go after Neo and he PWNs them all.))

"It's killing time, Hiroko! Don't disappoint me!"

Energetic and ready to fight. Faust would shake out a bit, balling his fists. Hiroko would be forced into the first move. More manevuearing room... Everything seemed to be going pretty damn good. Now, to put that speed to good use.

Ready?

FIGHT!

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon kept his eyes on this man he was to challange, his very own attitude fully ready for a fight, for a chance to take this man down. His Sudeki blood was flowing faster than usuel, he was getting excited just seeing this man in front of him. He wanted to fight him, he wanted to charge in and just fight without stopping. To go all out for no reason except because you wanted too. Leon had chances to do such things in the past. But he took those chances on a very limited bases. He was unprepared in the aspect of putting his life on the line, but his body, and soul where always ready to be thrown out the window for a fight. Leom may not of held the pressence, or the aura of a fighter like Faust, but he did have a will that was unmatched, and a spirit that keeps him going. Very few have been able to break Leons spirit, even fewer have been able to keep him down. The way Leon saw it, if he didn't have fear he would always win, but if he became afraid he had lost before the fight even begun, so he turned fear into his motivation. He transformed it into his blood, into his life, into everything that counter acter fear and turned it into something else. He would use that force here today.

Yet before he could charge Faust another had shown up, well not in the usuel way, it was rather loud, but fast. The young spikey haired man looked wiht the corner of his eye quickly catching this giant tank thing running at him. He half expected whatever it was to be green and yell somethign like "Hulk smash!". A snarl movement, he felt danger as the hair on his neck stood on end he would jump off to the side, even though the blow was not even to hit him, it struck the ground before he did. The wind and power from that kept him air born for an extra second. His arms would got down to the ground to catch himself. He lay there ina push up position, and his muscles in hsi abdomen would tense as he pulled in his feet. Now in a croushed position he looked over at what it was that he had thought was attacking him. It seemed to be in smoke, but that lasted a meer second as what was there finally revieled itsself to be the man Hiroko Katashi. One Leon knew to be of imense power. And not to mention. . . 7 freaking feet tall. Was Leon just peranoid or was he feeling more like a midget every second? Great well this just meant more hell. The area they where fighting in, was not gonna survive the little one knew that for sure. Two huge titans clashing in a little place like this? right. This place was totally going to survive. throwing this crazy little boy into the mix of everything was like putting a 7 year old kid on a roller coaster called "Image of Hell". But its better being along for the ride than watching from the side lines. Forget that.

"I have the feeling I'm being ignored, even after that attack from Hiroko."

Thoughts rang through the blonde boys head making him alittle irritated. He didn't like being ignored. His head quickly tilted to one side cracking it, then to the other. The lovely sound making him loose as he knew his love for fighting, his hunger for a great battle going to be filled by this and probably overflowing. He knew he would still probably be ignored, so he would have to speak up to get attention just to let them know, he wasn't to be forgotten about, and that he was going to fight, there is no way he would just watch them fight, no thats not enough, he has to fight them. Thats not just a figure of speech, now that they where here and he was so in the mood, he HAS to fight them. Nothing he can do about it, his Sudeki blood, the blood of a warrior, pulsing thick and fast, wanting to be spilled, and wanting to spill the blood of others.

"Don't think I'm going to be ignored. I'm not one to under estimate."

Leon was indeed not one to be taken lightly, he may not know where the exact point to strike to cut off the nerve to your arm, or leg. But he sure did hit hard.

[akada]

"Mm.. I would never plan on doing such a thing. After all.. the minute I turn my back I am quite sure I would be hearing about it ten fold. Old friend."

There was nothing but a smile on his face, those eyes closing slightly and he drew his arms backwards a bit as they re-opened, focusing onto him just in time to see that spark shoot up Fausts forearm, and the blue and gold display, allowing that smile to slowly slink into a grin, and those arms to lock fully into place before he shifted them forwards. A simple display of the sheer velocity he could move those massive arms at, even despite his size, the arms after all moved quadruple the speed on average then the legs did when running. There was a loud crack as what would have sounded like thunder shifted forwards just as his fists outstretched fully, only to be a blur and snap back, causing a ripple which sounds almost like the crack of lighting tearing through the skies.. Arms were rested there in a rested position, flesh a deep red, and steam rising up from his flesh from the heat of it. A technique he had used far before he developed QI, and also a prize of the Katashi clan. It was a variation of a Kung Fu skill, able to be used with either leg or arm and once mastered, could be used without a seconds notice rather then being forced to get ready for the stance and release. A smirk shot up over his lips and he would have taken off towards Faust without a need to be told twice. Those arms of his flowing behind his body, as if drifting along the wind, completely untensed. There was a wild grin on his face ,and his expressions seemed to be lit up into a cold sadistic smirk.. the few times in the past when he had been serious to this degree, the destruction had obliterated anything in his path.. He knew what Faust was capable of, and if Faust thought he was going to underestimate him, he was far from it.

A frontal attack however? The choice of an idiot... or someone extremely brave. Maybe there was more? Those hands came forwards suddenly and he would have shifted his feet mere inches from coming in arms range of Faust, and almost skating as he used that sheer muscle strength to make it appear as if he was floating in air as he turned and rose a leg upwards before slamming it back right down towards the side of Fausts knee, intending to tear it apart.. and given the fact he was a literal gorilla, while Faust was more in terms of a cheetah.. packed to the hilt with a deadly arsenal and to top it off his speed was amazing, even in terms of what Hiroko was capable of. Those blue eyes whipped with his head, as those arms came upwards into a single defensive manner with one, and the other shifting to backwards into a flat palm incase Faust counter-attacked. Thats when he heard Leons voice, even if it was faint against the music pounding his ears he could still hear it all the same.. the boy was ignored for a reason. Faust was far more dangerous in any regard, rather Leon wanted to admit that or not was his own ordeal to overcome, but Hiroko knew the truth of that matter, and even if Leon was not to be taken lightly.. Faust was one never to be played with.

Given the training that Faust and himself had been put through.. the time they had for seconds would have seem lengthened to minutes of time, which was the fun part of having that tunnel vision driving one.. his blood was flowing now, and he was ready to take apart whatever chose to move. Regardless of what that may have been.. the beauty of adrenaline and a bit of hyper activity. There would have been a slight drift of his leg, if it had connected that is, and flew downwards off of Fausts flesh and into that ground, leaving the rest of the motion to be pressed into spinning himself off and away from Faust, giving him little chance to target a major area with a counter-attack. Though.. the problem was that foresight was even beyond titans of this level, meaning if Faust did counter Hiroko would probably have to react in a split second, making it a problematic situation.