[center][h3]The Eternal Warrior[/h3][/center]

[indent][b][u]Somewhere, at Some Point[/u][/b][/indent]

The pounding of fist meeting target.

The furious growling of the attacker.

The snap of bone being smashed to flakes.

The cold hard ground at his back.

Wait, what the hell?

Gilad was on the ground with a broken orbital bone, staring up into the lights above.

What had just happened? He didn't think he was [i]that[/i] drunk.

He ran a hand over his bloodied face, his cold, clammy fingers being coated in warm blood from a massive cut in his eyebrow. It felt good in a way. He pushed himself to a seated position, his hand staining the canvas.

Right, he recalled entering a fighting cage.

Right before he blacked out.

Okay maybe he [i]was[/i] that drunk. On the bright side, he felt pretty sober right about now. On a completely unrelated note that headache could be either a concussion or the result of that aforementioned drunkenness. Well he was up now. What was he even here for again?

[color=f6989d]"Gilad? It's Tina."[/color]

Oh, Tina's calling. Either that or the big hairy Japanese guy in front of him has a very high voice.

[color=aba000]"Hey Tina,"[/color] he responded out loud, much to the visible confusion of the bloody-fisted gentlemen in front of him, right before Gilad's fist covered his confused expression.

[color=f6989d]"Just calling to let you know about a big monster mash going on in New York, like... I'm talking big."[/color]

[color=aba000]"Oh really?"[/color] Gilad responded, holding his opponent in a leg-lock and elbowing him in the head. [color=aba000]"That's interesting... too bad I'm in... uh..."[/color] Gilad looked up at the room around him, spotting a few tattooed Japanese men with missing pinkies. [color=aba000]"Japan, right now, definitely Japan."[/color]

[color=f6989d]"Oh I know, just letting you know. You know, just kaiju stuff, seems like something you wouldn't wanna miss out on."[/color]

Damn her correct observations.

[color=aba000]"Fine, I'll see about making my way across the Pacific within the hour,"[/color] he said, dragging his opponent's face along the cage and popping his shoulder out of place.

[color=f6989d]"No need!"[/color] she responded all bubbly-like. It almost sounded like she expected him to say that. [color=f6989d]"Just get to open ground and I'll toss you over."[/color]

That's strange.

He'd never had a geomancer do that before. He pondered why this could be as he drove the other fighter's head into the mat with a slam.

[color=aba000]"Never knew a geomancer could do that."[/color]

[color=f6989d]"Oh yeah!"[/color] she said. Excitement seemed to be building in her voice. [color=f6989d]"It's supposed to be a last resort thing but whatever, you're immortal if anything goes wrong."[/color]

Well, she was right there at least.

[color=aba000]"Alright you've convinced me,"[/color] he said, holding the fighter in his arms like he was cradling an infant. [color=aba000]"Just give me a second."[/color] He tossed the fighter into the cage wall, collapsing it and causing a few of the spectators to draw swords. Yay.

A not-very-interesting fight later, Gilad wandered out of the building with only two swords sticking out of his abdomen.

[color=aba000]"Right... open ground."[/color]

[color=f6989d]"You're in the middle of Tokyo."[/color]

[color=aba000]"Yeah... but there's no roof or anything."[/color]

[color=f6989d]"I'm going to open a hole through the Earth, I'd rather not accidentally sink the capital city of Japan, thanks."[/color]

[color=aba000]"Don't seem like a very skilled geomancer if you can 'accidentally' sink a city,"[/color] Gilad grumbled as he walked through the streets, ignoring the concerned passers-by as they attempted to get his grievous wounds taken care of. His interactions with the passers-by were simple, sometimes he'd just need to reassure them with a bored "I'm alright.", sometimes he'd have to knock out some police officers, the usual walk back from a day at the bar.

Finally, after walking for far too long, he exited the city.

[color=aba000]"Right, I'm here."[/color]

Almost immediately after he said that, he fell, and kept falling. The air above quickly faded into a horrible stuffy heat, he couldn't breathe, his body burned, his lungs cried out in pain, and then it was done. It was impossibly quick but astonishingly painful.

And somehow a baseball-sized hole had been burnt into his torso. He could see right through himself.

[color=aba000]"I see why nobody has ever done this before."[/color]

[color=f6989d]"Yeah, not a fan myself, oh well, you're here."[/color]

He turned, and yep, he was here, right outside New York City.

[color=aba000]"Well, time to get to work."[/color]

Gilad ran into the city, prepared to fight and probably get drunk again.