1 Training with a Desperado Part 2 [private/NK/Ryu] Mon Apr 10, 2017 6:31 pm
Kei Iriye
D-rank
Ryu had seemingly moved faster than Kei could expect, as now his right hand would snatch the thread aimed for his neck while his left was doing the same for the one meant for his waist, leaving his right arm and leg captured. Shit, he could already tell that with his movement already he wouldn't be able to fully be able to resist Ryu's next move, and could only hope the bottom of his hand would connect so he can begin to try to gain some distance from the man before he can react in a brutal manner. Frankly, he had never even really heard of a drunken boxing style, but he didn't want to begin experiencing it first-hand in such a short span of time, not until he can actually begin focusing on ruining Ryu's balance and stand somewhat of a chance. That is, if he could stand a chance.
As Kei closed the distance, Ryu would suddenly yank on the cords with both of his hands, pulling the patchwork male in at a faster speed than before, causing him to lose his balance and leaving him open for a counter, which is exactly what happened. As the cords slacked and his fist flew through the loose strands of Ryu's hair, the man would seemingly be a blur, shifting down and back upwards, the top of his head slamming hard against Kei's jaw, making his head lean backwards and upwards as the cords would release, returning to him as he would be lifted off the ground by the impact, knocking him backwards and eliminating his momentum. When he landed on the ground, he would land on his back, lying flat on his back as his lower jaw had begun to bruise, though thankfully it wouldn't be seen due to the dark purple skin, but it would still hurt badly, with his lower jaw throbbing in pain along with some of his teeth, as they closed hard on each other.
As he laid there, momentarily stunned and feeling the hard hit's effect on him, he would see the fierce gaze of Ryu meet his own pained glare. He would hear the man ask him where his resolve is, reminding him that he lives in a village ruled by the corrupt and filled with the desperate, with the very act of walking alone at night being a possible death sentence. He gave him the option of either being strong enough to survive it and leave it behind or be more, repeating Kei's earlier comment about him, asking him if he understands his conviction before declaring how he refuses to bow down before this flawed world, declaring his refusal to stand by as another mother and child hold their dying father over a pocket full of coins or corrupt shinobi abusing their power for sport. With his refusal to turn a blind eye, he would ask Kei if he would, if he would see the suffering around him and do nothing, and that if he wishes to be a man in Ryu's eyes he needs to rise up, to summon his courage and rage at everything wrong in this world and to scream out, to attack Ryu, ignoring the pain and fight on, no matter what.
To show him his will.
There was a rising anger within Kei as the pain courses through him, a temporary hatred that was formed in the moment, with such a hatred being something that would be directed toward Ryu. He would lie there, flat on his back, glaring at Ryu, his teeth gritting as his face pointed towards the sky, and his arms would be at his sides, with one leg up and another one lying fly down. "Fuck.. you." He would say through gritting teeth as he began struggling to get up, attempting to fight through the throbbing pain. For a singular strike, this hurt a lot more than he had faced in the past in other fights. Ryu was certainly a heavy hitter. With this strike having still made Kei himself trying to regain a sense of his surroundings, he would be attempting to shift positions from rising up to kneeling before Ryu.
He would begin to attempt to stand up. "I'll become strong, and I'll take out every corrupt shinobi there is, and anyone that ever preyed on the weak after that. No matter what happens, I refuse to stay down 'till I wipe them all out. Bring it, Ryu!" He would declare while getting to his feet, his right foot having attempted to slide behind Ryu's right leg as he spoke, and his right hand attempting to push itself directly against Ryu's chest, making an attempt to push the other male back and possibly knock him temporarily off-balance. He would follow it up by spinning around once, his left leg raised and his foot shooting out towards Ryu's chest should the attempted trip work out, aiming to kick the man in the chest.
Wc 843
Twc 843
As Kei closed the distance, Ryu would suddenly yank on the cords with both of his hands, pulling the patchwork male in at a faster speed than before, causing him to lose his balance and leaving him open for a counter, which is exactly what happened. As the cords slacked and his fist flew through the loose strands of Ryu's hair, the man would seemingly be a blur, shifting down and back upwards, the top of his head slamming hard against Kei's jaw, making his head lean backwards and upwards as the cords would release, returning to him as he would be lifted off the ground by the impact, knocking him backwards and eliminating his momentum. When he landed on the ground, he would land on his back, lying flat on his back as his lower jaw had begun to bruise, though thankfully it wouldn't be seen due to the dark purple skin, but it would still hurt badly, with his lower jaw throbbing in pain along with some of his teeth, as they closed hard on each other.
As he laid there, momentarily stunned and feeling the hard hit's effect on him, he would see the fierce gaze of Ryu meet his own pained glare. He would hear the man ask him where his resolve is, reminding him that he lives in a village ruled by the corrupt and filled with the desperate, with the very act of walking alone at night being a possible death sentence. He gave him the option of either being strong enough to survive it and leave it behind or be more, repeating Kei's earlier comment about him, asking him if he understands his conviction before declaring how he refuses to bow down before this flawed world, declaring his refusal to stand by as another mother and child hold their dying father over a pocket full of coins or corrupt shinobi abusing their power for sport. With his refusal to turn a blind eye, he would ask Kei if he would, if he would see the suffering around him and do nothing, and that if he wishes to be a man in Ryu's eyes he needs to rise up, to summon his courage and rage at everything wrong in this world and to scream out, to attack Ryu, ignoring the pain and fight on, no matter what.
To show him his will.
There was a rising anger within Kei as the pain courses through him, a temporary hatred that was formed in the moment, with such a hatred being something that would be directed toward Ryu. He would lie there, flat on his back, glaring at Ryu, his teeth gritting as his face pointed towards the sky, and his arms would be at his sides, with one leg up and another one lying fly down. "Fuck.. you." He would say through gritting teeth as he began struggling to get up, attempting to fight through the throbbing pain. For a singular strike, this hurt a lot more than he had faced in the past in other fights. Ryu was certainly a heavy hitter. With this strike having still made Kei himself trying to regain a sense of his surroundings, he would be attempting to shift positions from rising up to kneeling before Ryu.
He would begin to attempt to stand up. "I'll become strong, and I'll take out every corrupt shinobi there is, and anyone that ever preyed on the weak after that. No matter what happens, I refuse to stay down 'till I wipe them all out. Bring it, Ryu!" He would declare while getting to his feet, his right foot having attempted to slide behind Ryu's right leg as he spoke, and his right hand attempting to push itself directly against Ryu's chest, making an attempt to push the other male back and possibly knock him temporarily off-balance. He would follow it up by spinning around once, his left leg raised and his foot shooting out towards Ryu's chest should the attempted trip work out, aiming to kick the man in the chest.
Wc 843
Twc 843