"Welcome, Gentlebeings, to the second episode of Death Battle. For your amusement we have brought together the greatest warriors from several other dimensions, and they will fight to the death."
Greatest Warriors...What a joke.
Ginji Matsuzaki, a member of the Washimine Group Yakuza gang. The man stood straight up, looking into the darkness, and listening to the voices. It was strange, he was at Takamachi, working as a Street Stall vendor. He blinked, and all of a sudden he found himself here...wherever "here" was. Not only that, he found himself wearing his Yakuza clothes. At his side was his katana, sheathed in its shirasaya. It was clear that whoever had brought him here wanted him to actually fight.
"The winner will recieve the their heart's desire, and the losers will get a one way ticket to whatever afterlife they believe in. Contestants. ARE YOU READY?"
Suddenly, light filled the room, and he saw what was to be his opponent: a young woman fitted with several weapons. A Desert Eagle, a Sniper Rifle, a Tanto, and a katana of her own. What a pain in the ass.
He looked at her with an emotionless gaze. He didn't care to fight. This had nothing to do with his true duty. However, he had this feeling he would not be allowed to return until he made it through this battle. He took a breath and went into a stance. Looking at her with the eyes of an experienced killer, he spoke,
"Draw any fashion you'd like."
