The pleasant sound of a very large explosion filled the air. The man in the black jumpsuit with the mask on leaned his head back and inhaled deeply through his nose. "Ahh. Nothing like the smell of destruction in the mor- I mean middle of the night. Er, what time is it?" He pulled back the wrist part of his glove and checked his sun dial wrist watch. "This thing is broken!" Without hesitation he removed it from his wrist and threw it over his shoulder. Another man in a shinboi-esque outfit ran from the smoke filled area before the first man and began attacking. This second man had no mask, his black ponytail blew behind him as he ran, slashed with his katana and flipped. "Your ridiculous antics will only get you so far, hero." The second said with a thick Japanese accent. 

Black Jack, the first man in the black jumpsuit, laughed hysterically as the other slashed and flipped over him. He had easily dodged rolled and was now facing the armed man. "HERO?" Black Jack waved his arms up and down. "I'm a lot of things, Kenji, but I ain't no hero. BTW is your name really Kenji because that's the most cliche Asian name in the book. No offense." He laughed hard at his own joke. Kenji, now even more upset after almost being blown up and then being insulted he dashed forward, he vanished from place to place as he got closer. This was his power. To disappear and reappear. While Kenji was doing this, his enemy was casually kneeling down and placing his hands against the ground pulling them up slowly to create two matching scimitars in both hands. "Oh, hell yes." Black Jack stood and blocked the oncoming attack from Kenji. 

Kenji snickered, disappearing and reappearing behind Black Jack, he stabbed his sword straight through the leather-clad man. "NGH SON OF A BITCH." Black Jack let out a pained sound but turned quickly and kicked Kenji square in the stomach with his heavy boot. The Japanese man flew backwards and skidded across the ground. He lept high into the air and landed directly on top of Kenji with his knee to the man's throat. "Well damn, I think this belongs to you. You might have misplaced it in my back." Black Jack pulled the sword from his back and stabbed it into the ground beside Kenji's head. "Oh yea." He burped and rolled his shoulders a bit. "My compliments to the chef, ass hat."

"Now, you pony tail wearing bag of dicks. Where is that piece of shit named Shirley." 

Kenji glared up at Black Jack. "He's not here." 

"No shit Sherlock. Where the hell is he?" Black Jack demanded, pressing his knee harder against Kenji's throat. "I'm gonna kill you in five seconds if you don't fucking tell me."