[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjgwLmYwMDAwMC5WR2hsSUU5dVpRLCwuMg,,/yananeska-personal-use.regular.png[/img] [img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLmZmMDAwNi5RMmgxYm1jZ1dXVnZibWNnVTNWci4wAAAAAAAAAAAA/awesome-south-korea.regular.png[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/YFCJ57q.png[/img] [img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLjhhNTY1Ni5TR0Z1YXlCTGNtbHVaQSwsLjEA/oceanside-typewriter.regular.png[/img][hr][hr] That was a god damn good time showing the crowd what The One was fucking made of as all the, erm, adrenaline was left behind on that snowy battlefield. Twirling his cane systematically, The One looked around to see if he had made any fucking "fans" that would sprawl at his feet... and yet there were no people around. Hm... they were probably furiously masturbating while waiting for the next fucking match or some other shit. [color=ed1c24]"Where to fucking go, where to fucking go,"[/color] he spoke to no one in particular as he studied the nearly empty hall. There were some other fighters who seemed limp from defeat, wanking off in their own fucking disappointment, while he swore he saw another posing and taunting a former opponent. ... yeah, that was fair fucking game to him, considering they did earn their fucking victory. But, if they try to fuck with him, hoo boy, they were going to get a stick shoved so far up their tight asses that they would question their own sexuality during their battle (and loss) against The One! ... hmm, still no one of apparent interest here. The next solution was to scan the area bloated with cheap, but shitty foodstuff, as after all, the crowd was working so hard and needed their energy to keep fucking watching. The sticks tip slammed onto the ground, creating a blaring crack that startled a few of the losers as he pivoted around and strode confidently towards the concession stands. ... ... And look here, a bunch of dumbfucks pigging their god damn minds out! As soon as The One would come in, blam, they would all be at his feet!... Okay, there didn't have to be a literal blam, but that would work for him! Yes, come to The One and grovel at his fucking feet! Tell him how perfect he was! ... hey, where the hell was everyone running off too?! What the fuck, grovel you dipshits, grovel! Clenching his cane and barring his teeth, The One let out a tch as his eyebrows furrowed. Did an explosion mean that fucking much to them? Stamping forward, The One found another reason [i]why[/i] they might be running - some crazy bitch that looked ready to suck a militaristic pedophile's dick was waving a fucking sword around. Was she supposed to be trying to hurt people or practice handjobs, he would never fucking know... but there was something curious about that blade she tried to get off... "Kill....," the crazed Korean woman continuously muttered to herself as she continued her furious attacks against anything and everything in the vicinity. She was going to destroy everything and everything that stood in her path. Her eyes flashed to her right, and she saw some idiot walking around in a top hat and a cane. What a perfect, lovely person to absolutely eviscerate. She swung her sword at his general direction, summoning forward yet another wave of ki blast barreling towards the overly dressed stranger. However, Yeong-Suk didn't care enough to even look if the attack landed or not; there was just too many other good things to attack at the moment. Good thing too, because otherwise she probably wouldn't have noticed the hook that was being thrown at her! Almost immediately, she used her sword to knock away the hook, before taking a lunge to her right to avoid being caught. Whoever threw that hook was evidently going to have to try a lot harder to stop the demon within the blade. [hr] No, no, no. As Jaden looked around, all he could see was anarchy in this motherfucker! Yeong-Suk was swinging around Murakumo, and shit was falling apart. The Dragon (or Demon, Jaden couldn't fuckin' remember for the life of him) sword could not be handled for so long before it took over the user! Jaden knew that more than anyone. He didn't expect this outcome. He didn't expect her to be such shit at fighting that she just goes for the sword. He couldn't help but feel bad about all this chaos. Well, it was his fault. If he had just avoided the fight (Like how he was, you know, trained to), none of this would happen. Instead, he found himself bouncing from wall to wall, as he tried to keep up with Yeong-Suk. She was swinging Murakumo around... and one wave of ki went for a family. "Shit!" Jaden shouted as he hopped off the wall, and then did the warrior's salute. He disappeared in a cloud of smoke, before he reappeared in front of the wave with both swords drawn. He sighed as he held the blades in an X, and then took the blast head on. He used all the strength he could to stop it... but all he could really do was stall. He got pushed back with every waking moment, and had to muster all the energy he could. "What are ya'll waitin' for?!?!" Jaden looked behind him, and shouted. "Get the hell out of the way!" The family quickly ran away, and that was cue for Jaden to hop up into the air, and let the blast hit the wall. He sighed in relief, but while he was distracted, Yeong-Suk turned her attention to someone else. Instead of teleporting or wall bouncing... Jaden ran over there. He saw some weirdo in a top hot that looked like a complete tool. He grabbed one of his swords as he dove straight into action. He looked over his shoulder as he said. "Yo, get the hell outta here!" Jaden told him. "She's gone crazy, and your ass is just going to get in the way." ... and it was even more curious when she started assaulting The One with fucking ripple of pure ki energy. Jesus fuck, he was into having (trying to get) fans, but this was a bit too much! Did they come in crazy variants or some shit?! Regardless, he was going to be like those good fucking bitch owner's and put this jailbait down faster than a hot lady shutting down some fucking loser... sort of like the loser he was about to accidentally fuck up. As soon as that blast was toppling towards the badass, The One's motherfucking tophat was already in his hand. Positioning himself in front of the hazard, he smirked. He was going to style so hard on this stupid whore that the militaristic pedophilic fucktard would feel jealous with his inferior prick. Letting out a load of missiles, The One barely noticed the fucking retard barreling on by him as they exploded. ... though, he was able to comprehend some of his words of getting in the way... ha, bullshit! [color=ed1c24]"On the contrary, you're in [i]my[/i] fucking way,"[/color] The One uttered as he spun around for a bit with his stick extended outwards. That comment made Jaden turn his nose upwards as he looked at this jackass in a top hat. He noticed the barrage of missiles heading his way, and merely shook his head. He dove out of the way, only to see the stick flying towards him. Using his ninja reflexes, he parried the came with a sword motion of his sword. "Matter fact," Jaden said, as he looked this faggot in the eyes. "The way I see it; you're up against an enemy whom you barely know the capabilities of, and I do. I know the perfect way to end this situation before anyone gets hurt... and to do that, you need to chill with your rocketman gimmick, y'hear?" Jaden passive-aggressively answered. That fucking son of a cunt! Before he knew it, that dumbass had ruined his chance to show off his fucking prowess over how to battle and how to style like a boss. His parry had put his cane out of place, off balancing The fucking awesome One as he rotated in the opposite direction before toppling to the ground with he defensive maneuvers in tow. Landing with his right fist and left kneecap pounding the ground, The One barred his fucking teeth as he "accidentally" let his pressurized shot in his left fly at the double handjob fuckboy. [color=ed1c24]"If you did, your dumb ass would of probably ended it by now,"[/color] he hissed as he shoved himself up and took aim at the bitchy fan stroking the blade of overcompensation. [color=ed1c24]"She decided to fuck with me, now she's getting her ass kicked to the nearest dumpster!"[/color] He didn't even respond, as he realized that his words would just fall on deaf ears. This tool was probably busy satisfying his fight-boner... with little thought that he was fighting a losing battle, and one that he was ill-equipped to deal with. He knew Murakumo was a dangerous weapon, with the spirit of something incredibly dangerous trapped inside. His best chance was to sneak in, and knock her out, and take the sword back. But, that would be impossible to do with Captain Autism here going full auto. Well, since he had the personality of a sandpapered covered stick sodomizing you, Jaden here had to come up with another idea. Well, if this idiot was so bent on fighting, then Jaden was going to give him a fight already. Hank faced Yeong-Suk furiously, wielding his cleaver and his strewn out hook. "Are you the punk who caused some guy to waste perfectly good Ostrich?!" Before he even got a response, Hank yanked his hook back to himself. He then lunged towards his crazed opponent, and swung his cleaver blade upward. He then swung his hook from the side, hitting his opponent in the cheek. As a final touch, he dropped his hook and pulled out his shank of Mystery Meat, giving a loud cry as he swung it down overhead to sap her. Not just this fuckin' idiot... [i]another[/i] weirdo dives dickfirst into the confrontation. Yelling about meat, and swinging his hook around. Jaden thought he had some sort of weird fetish! Well, since he took had a boner for this fascist little bitch, Jaden knew that if he tried to convince him to back off, it'd just be a waste of time. If he wanted to die, then so be it. Jaden wasn't taking responsibility for idiots who don't know how to run... but, they were perfect distractions. Jaden pulled a sword out, and he looked for the perfect opportunity to strike at this bitch's weak points. Three versus one wouldn't seem like a fair fight to most people. Most people also aren't currently possessed by a sword hellbent on wanton destruction. The Korean woman just laughed as she started to see a coalition of fighters form to stop her. What do these idiots think they are? "万年の暗闇,"the possessed woman evilly hissed at the posse forming against her, "万都市が燃えた". The newest challenger was the first one to attack, and from what he was doing, the demon possessed fighter could guess that he was the one to throw a hook at her from before, since he was using the exact same technique from before. His frenzied charge towards her would be his mistake. Yeong-Suk's enhanced controlled body effortlessly parried the cleaverblade away from her, taking a step backwards at the same time to avoid the hook that would have slammed into her cheek. However, as she was preparing a counterattack against the Australian, even she couldn't have predicted that he would be bold enough to attack with a slab a meat. A solid THUNK punctuated the slap on Yeong-Suk's head, momentarily disorientating her... Taking an opportunity, Hank braced both hands on his Cleaver Blade, infusing it with his own Ki, before abruptly swinging it upwards in an attempt at a finishing blow by striking his opponent in the neck. Or at least, he would've, if the other fighter wouldn't have snagged blades with Hank's own cleaver. Both blades, which would've gone for a critical hit on their fanatical opponent, had instead bounced off each other. Hank staggered and fell over due to his massive sword's own weight. As he picked himself up, he pointed a finger, and barked "Watch where you're stabbing that thing!". [i]Perfect.[/i] Jaden thought to himself as this jack off waving his big meat around made the perfect opening! One thing that a ninja needs is [i]speed[/i]. He teleported to one of the walls, and bounced right off it, and sent himself flying right behind Yeong-Suk with a blade ready. He had a grin on his face that was so confident that it looked like he could take on the world. A blade in his hand, he prepared a strike right for Yeong-Suk's back. Oh hell yes, this situation was too fucking perfect of a situation to take this bitch down. With fuckboi Jones (or whatever his name was, he didn't give a shit about semantics right now) barking like the little bitch he was, it was time for the alpha male, the top dog to mark his territory. It didn't matter where the ninja bitch went, he could go throttle those two swords for all he cared as he let out a cocky smile. [color=ed1c24]"One fucking shot,"[/color] the invisible pressurized sound split from his fingers, flying forward at a fleeting speed towards the fucking target - some pedophilic militants personal handy-woman. [color=ed1c24]"... one fucking dead bitch."[/color] He smirked, confident that in no way that some dipshit would ruin this for him. A few seconds later, Yeong-Suk's vision returned to her. The fat idiot was reeling away from her, the person in the top hat was standing like a bloody useless idiot, and the wannabe ninja was gone. "全ての秘訣を知っています," the Korean woman hissed as she turned around, facing the annoying Yankee ninja. She lifted her sword up, ready to face whatever he threw at her face forward. What she wasn't expecting, however, was that by turning her attention solely to Jaden, that she was exposing herself to a blast of sonic energy. Before Yeong-Suk realized anything, she fell face first into the pavement. As her body pulverized to the ground, her hand let go of the stolen sword, which slid across the pavement, landing near the One's feet. Yeong-Suk groaned, her own consciousness slowly returning back in control of her body "똥..." Ha, he fucking did it!... sort of... could of done it without these dumb fucks in the way. Facing victory, he was of course going to swing his god damn stick around to show... any cockcabinet fans of his true badassery, as of course, he was fucking great. Smiling widely, he twirled his cane around in his hand like a propeller to a plane before slamming it down onto the ground, creating another audible fucking crack... and clang? The hell? This sword this bitch was giving a handjob to... it felt a bit peculiar to sense its... ki? No fucking way, that shouldn't be possible - then again, maybe it could be fucking possible. Raising an eyebrow, he ricocheted his shitty cane onto his shoulders and outstretched his hand to procure the sword. And then suddenly, as The One grasped it in his hands... something fucking snapped... ... onto the ground. The echoing noise was nothing more than his fucking cane making contact with the ground as he constantly scanned over the steelshit sword. [color=ed1c24]"What the fuck is up with you,"[/color] he mumbled to no one in particular as he analyzed the blade closely, constantly whipping it around to see if there was anything in particular that gave him a hint as to why this thing had ki... And before he could further examine it, Jaden came in like a speeding bullet, and kicked the blade upwards before The One could even react. The Murakumo was spinning in the air, and when it fell to the ground, it landed right in it's sheath. "... Thanks for returning my sword." Jaden answered, relieved this whole shitstorm finally came to an end, but she stared down the man. "Really appreciate it..." What was weird was that he wasn't possessed by Murakumo's power. Usually... when you grasp the sword for extended periods of time, you lose yourself in the infinite power of the blade. But, this fucker... he didn't. There was something about him that was curious. Either way, it was better if Murakumo stayed in Jaden's hands. He turned around towards Yeong-Suk, and knelt down. "Yo," Jaden started off, "You okay there? Thank God I got that sword away from you..." He stood straight up, and then said. "... Next time; keep your hands to yourself." Jaden did the Japanese salute, and teleported off. The fights are gonna begin any second now![/center]