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[h3][u][b]MISTER BUDO[/b][/u][/h3]
[u][b]January 1st, 7:45 PM
Midtown Metropolis[/b][/u]
(Interacting with: [@Unknown100])
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No time for pleasantries indeed! There was no low rumble preceding the rise as one might imagine when dealing with such creatures, no manner of alert to act on, the attack simply came and took Wonder Woman away. Had she expected a warning sign or had he distracted the great amazon? There was no time to tell or ponder, none at all. With nary a cry nor concern for the drop Mister Budo leapt back from his perch as the stone and dust burst forth with the mythical adversary, a descent of coldly calculated grace though he could not fly, and as he went his hands dashed to and fro and in their wake large pieces of debris were rendered but pebbles.

This was it. His big test, yes, but also his wheelhouse. Fighting was his life, would it stack up to the world's strongest or would his road end there? The desire to answer that question filled him with a grim determination and set his mind racing. Even as he finished his descent he took stock of the situation. Wonder Woman had her bearings despite the bad start, she was hacking away at the creature's neck. Was his assistance necessary? Doubtful. The creature's tail, barbed or perhaps another mouth, another risk factor, another target. The martial master's feet skid across the pavement, ground his body to a halt, then propelled him in the opposite direction.

Closing the distance in smooth practiced bounds, Mister Budo "flew" towards the creature's tail and counted the steps. Not the ones he was taking but the ones still left till what he calculated was optimal position. Four, three, two, then his feet came together on the final bound, stabilizing his base and adding further drive to one final leap. Again The Man of Martial Mystery took to the air and so drove his entire self forth, turning himself into a projectile. The tail snapped and trashed about and its strange mouth bit blindly, but it showed no real defense as the boot came crashing down on what could pass for its neck and dashed it against the ground.

Foot and leg sticky with mythological matter, Taiga Sato felt pretty damn good. Almost no fighter worth their salt was going to let you land a flying kick like that one and Wonder Woman seemed to have her end handled, as her sword drew blood and severed flesh so that the creature's head came off with a disgusting wet snap. He was enjoying the moment. At least until he looked about and saw the heads rise. And rise. And bite eachother and rise anew, and the tails began springing forth as well. This was not good at all. Taiga Sato spoke fluent english, but in the heat of the moment a native expression escaped him by reflex. [color=40E0D0]"Aaaah...kono yarou"[/color].

And then it all became a blur of screaming, lashing and biting, and somewhere amidst the chaos was the japanese fighter dashing to and fro wherever he could make out that people needed help. Some teeth could not quite rip through the reinforced outfit but they dragged and pulled, others dug deeper and drew the blood they sought, but still Mister Budo did not relent. Move in, sidestep one tail, pivot away from another, parry and divert the third into the fourth, and the next meets a spear-like thrust of a fist that strikes to its very core and leaves it motionless on the asphalt. Repeat in dozens of variants, dozens of techiques, struggling to keep every man, woman and child safe.

The wordless, hissing exhalations that accompanied every crushing blow rang out on the street and were joined by the cries of the people fleeing what for them had surely been certain death. And as Mister Budo fought against his own oncoming demise he could only hope Wonder Woman was doing her part.