[b][color=662d91][h3]K E N J I    T A K E D A[/h3][/color][/b][sub]:[/sub]
Interacting with: [@Adeline] Genevieve 

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Kenji decided that if he was going to be forced to fight, well then he would. Besides, he knew a good doctor if things went bad.

After the thug threw a few more punches at Kenji, one he made the horrible mistake of trying to block which left his forearm feeling like it was fractured, he had gathered enough of his senses and assessed his opponent.

It became quickly clear that this muscular wall of muscle before Kenji was a brawler. A back alley fighter that got by on brute strength and ruthlessness alone. 
While it didn't make Kenji feel any more comfortable, it did give him an edge against the wild reckless attacks. 

Two heavy-handed powerful swings came one after another. The pirate swinging like he wanted to end the fight in just one punch, which, if Kenji wasn't careful he very well might. 

Instinctively stepping back out of the reach of the first, Kenji had to mentally push himself forward to duck under the second, bringing him up nice and close to the brute, inside the big man's arms and guard. At this proximity his odour was even worse, his rotten breath like a physical cloud hovering over Kenji. Ignoring it he released a flurry of sharp blows to the big man's torso and ended the assault with with a leaping knee right into his gut.

While everything landed perfectly, it was near enough completely ineffectual, each blow failing to penetrate either the big man's fat or muscle depending where it landed. After his little leap, Kenji didn't land back on the ground either. Big powerful arms wrapping around his shoulders, pinning his arms to his body, holding him up in the air. Squeezing, squeezing him.

He could feel the immense pressure around him, crushing his chest, his ribs, his lungs. He tried to break free, to wriggle or to fight, but it was useless. He would scream in protest had he any breath left to do so. Kenji felt as if he was suspended both in the air and in time, the pulse of his blood like a hurricane in his ears. 
With a final desperate effort he threw his forehead forward, the angle was all wrong for a good headbutt and he felt the sharp stab of a solitary large tooth Puncture his head. He really wasn't sure who that hurt most, and while it didn't free him, it did caused the thug to stumble. 

Swinging his foot across his body, Kenji stabbed it down on the inside of the thugs opposing knee, a bit of skill and a lot of luck causing it to slightly buckle under the big man's weight.
Still, the giant didn't so much as loosen its grip let alone free him. Time was quickly running out for the surgeon, his face looking all the wrong colour, blood trickling down his head from where the lone tooth protruded his flesh. 

As the giants stance buckled, Kenji's toes scrapped the floor. Pushing up against the man's powerful arms Kenji kicked down with all his might, driving the heel of his foot down onto the giants big toe, shattering it with a satisfying crunch.

There was a howl of pain, Kenji freed an arm and stuck the man in his throat with well conditioned, straight, strong fingers. This was finally enough to free him but Kenji wasted no time to gather his breath, sweeping out the man's weightless injured foot he brought him to one knee as he gasped for air. Then with a sharp and perfect pirouette Kenji spun around, lashing out with his foot and completing a perfect roundhouse kick that connect squarely with the thugs jaw. 

[i]'THWACK!'[/i]

The sound resonated through the air.
Kenji had kicked many a things. Straw dummies, barrels, the ships mast. But none had felt more solid than this man's head. Losing his balance in the blow, both men fell to the floor gasping for air.

Slowly, Kenji and only Kenji got back up. Panting heavily, favouring one leg over the other, blood still trickling down his face. 
All in all the fight was fairly short, but the crowd didn't seem displeased, even those who lost a bit of coin. Eyeing Genevieve through the crowd, Kenji limped towards her, ignoring the crowd as they parted for him, patting his weapons to reassure himself that they were still there.

[color=662d91]"Know where I can find a doctor?"[/color] He asks her, his teasing smile quickly turning into a pained grimace.