Hostile Takeover
Apr 11, 2012 17:31:14 GMT -7
Post by An'ei Sekitan on Apr 11, 2012 17:31:14 GMT -7
The capital city was laid out before his eyes, almost no bigger than a town, with a tavern as its most prominent structure. Lazy clouds rolled through the sky, leaving it in patches of fluffy white and ocean blue, while birds chattered while they flew by. A light breeze wafted by, rustling the grass and sending it in waves across the hills and fields, while leaves danced before the eye. Atop one of the very hills stood a man dressed in black from head to toe, dark shades covering his eyes, and white hair wafting in the breeze as well. Despite having his hands in his pocket, a red glove of some metallic property could be seen peeking above the fabric, while the other hand merely had a black glove. His skin was dark, more like a Mediterranean, as opposed to the typical tint of the continent. Black boots began to make their way down toward the village.
The gate guards, men of their job if nothing else, attempt to stop the man at the gate. Hands are extended, followed by calls to halt, while hands rest on katana that look hardly used. He exchanges looks with the guards for a moment, stopped before the entrance, hands still in his pockets; for now they are safe. Assured, they drop their hands, one stepping forward, questioning the man attempting to enter their town. The answer they receive is short and simple.
“Business.”
Both guards look at each other, noticing the deadly look in the man’s eyes, even through his dark shades. They decide it’s best not to ask any further questions, allowing the man to proceed, stepping away to give him space. Once again movement resumes, boots thumping on the paved roads, pushing through the moderately sized crowd of people going on about their day, until he finally reaches the other side of town. There is a home on a hill, large in consideration to the rest of the buildings, and the man knows that he has found his destination.
Before him was a house, traditional, even down to the wood grid paper sliding doors. The yard was larger than any other in the city, three times as big to be exact, and several large ponds dotted the luscious yard. Pruned trees dotted the landscape, along with symmetrical bushes along the walk way and walls of the gate, which was only around four feet high. Nobody in this city would mess with this man, so he had no fear of keeping his defenses up, but that was his biggest mistake. Physical labor bore speed and power in his legs, carrying him across the outer area and over the wall, landing with a heavy thud and clearly meaning to be heard. IT was not necessary, as an alarm sounded within to compound, which seemed to be several buildings attached. It was time to make his way to the leader.
Nearly twenty men, maybe more, rushed from inside the compound in black Gi. Perhaps this was part of the security team, which was not present when he first entered the grounds of the compound. Had they been ready for him? No matter. He dashed toward them as well.
“Come at me, motherfuckers!”
A sailing kick toward his face, but a roll would avoid it, bringing him the center of the fray. Rising he would launch a devastating uppercut to the first within range, taking care of him instantly. Kick! Punch! Dodge! Soon all of the men were down, having landed next to no hits on the man, while taking severe damage themselves. Several were dead. A powerful roundhouse took out the finally one, leaving the path clear to enter the house, but a man stepped out instead to bar his path. The ring leader. “ENOUGH!” he bellowed, although it could only possibly be to the man, as the leader’s men lay on the floor broken or dead.
“Good. Let’s end this already.”
They rushed each other, stopping short as the leader launched a high kick, which was promptly blocked by the man’s right forearm. Countering with a punch, it was blocked, and two punches landed squarely in the man’s chest. Shrugging off the punches, his vest fell as well, dropping to the grassy earth of the yard. Another flurry of kicks was launched from the leader; low, high, then low again. Expertly did the man block each one, inching forward, and then launching his own assault. Low kick, then high kick, then high kick, and low again, but something was different. There was a blue glow about the man and his speed was tremendous. Hachimontonku. Suddenly he was a tornado of a spinning kick, lifting the leader up and bringing him down with the repeated kicks before sending him flying. Broken as well, the leader lay gargling on his own blood, dying slowly and painfully. He managed to choke out a few words…
“W-who…are…you…?”
Adjusting his jacket and shades, the man gave him a look of disdain before answering.
“My name is Kan.”
He placed his hands together and gathered chakra, thrusting them forward toward the dying leader, and a blast of blue energy erupted and engulfed the man. HADOUKEN! Walking away from the destroyed body, he entered the home, his new base of operation. It was time to make the world bow before him.