Worthy Foe - Must Be Pirate

[Kinniku]

"What the hell makes you think I'm the thief here, isn't that just you calling yourself a saint!" His face was full of a breeze, hitting against him with great force right before he finished the jab combo. 'What the hell was that, did he just use his hand to release air, how is that even possible!' Leaning forward the attack with the straight punch had continued as he gritted his teeth, took a deep lunge and punched forward once more.

Leaping backwards before the cut would collapse on his throat, he made it a deal to not allow this man to kill him with such a technique, a cut would appear on his chin, pouring a bit of blood. 'This may actually be what I'm looking for, not only does he have a deadly attack, his ability to dodge some of my fastest punches makes him more than just qualified. 'He is talking about vermin, but I can only see two rats here... and that's the truth, seems like the woman prefers to stay out the way of battle.' He pressed his foot into the ground, beginning to shift forward with each step.

Trying to judge what may happen next, he would need to keep his composure, and make sure that the attacks wouldn't have such an effect. Something told him, with this guys body type, he couldn't take many punches towards his body. A good eye for detail always made him one of the people to watch out for, his instincts grasped the composition of both his speed and flow of attacks, "fragile speedster" came into mind. Taking his fists into grips he would begin to lunge forward once more.

'I need to break his body down with a few punches, and then destroy him with one mean punch... or should I say explosive.' Thinking for a moment within the period of the lunge, he went forward with a quick amount of left jabs, moving his body within rapid decent, the attacks making the effect of rapid friction against the air, starting to blur towards everyone except for the male. He had to admit he wasn't a slacker, or push-over.

'Get a bit closer, and then I can smash his face in.' His footwork came, with his body moving towards the side, pushing both feet down into another dash, before going into a right hook, with his dominant hand. A hook was one of the more powerful punches, second to the straight punch in his arsenal with strength. He could actually destroy opponents with his hook if it wasn't for the fact it was slower than his other punches, including the straight, but it was still a ferocious punch.

[psychtcpyro7]

Roshaun "Eastern Tempest" Halifax

xxxxxSaint? Who said anything of the sort? Didn't really matter though as Roshaun was above those particular kinds of taunts. True that was because he had a self image that screamed evil villain but that was neither here nor there. " First blood." Roshaun observed, more upset it was a minor wound. Nothing but a nick. The least he could have done was get a solid strike out of the deal. Sure he had his own minor injury but it didn't break skin so it didn't count for nothing. Maybe it would bruise later, but again, that didn't count.
xxxxxWhile the bounty hunter was trying to judge his movements, Roshaun didn't have to think quite so far ahead. He planed of course. For instance, he had a special plan for those slow hits should the other try it again. But generally, his speed could make up for his lack of reading others. If there was one thing he was really bad at, it was recognizing a person's true intentions. Seeing as he constantly thought the worst of people he didn't have the problem of being caught by surprise when the intention was violence but it was things like hugs or holding a door open for someone carrying a large burden. It made him perfect for fights, bad at everything else.
xxxxxRoshaun may be a fragile speedster but there was something that the bounty hunter failed to take into account. Said fragile speedster was slightly touched. Maybe not completely psychotic, Victoria was definitely more of a sociopath then he was. But generally speaking, Roshaun wasn't all there. He could get better, but he could also get worse and given the current company it was likely to be worse. The point of all this, as far as the bounty hunter should be concerned, is that he was willing to do things most people wouldn't have considered. The thought wouldn't have even crossed their minds, but it crossed Roshaun's and he was perfectly willing to do it.
xxxxxThat is to say, when the other set into his attacks again, Roshaun dodged the first few, waiting for the one he was looking for. There may not have been much of a difference between the punches, that is the punches of the same type. But there was a difference and he was looking for the perfect one based off speed. There. Moving into the quick left jab, it became apparent rather obviously that he wasn't dodging this time. His intent? His clawed fist was low, a bit too low to be called a fair blow, or even an effective one if not for the blades. Clenched fingers facing up he had the blades aimed at the man's lower abdomen, more specifically, his digestive system. Not a quick kill but a particularly nasty one if he managed to hit the stomach. If not, well the intestines being gutted were a nice touch to a defiled corpse.
xxxxxHe intended to allow the punch to hit him, didn't care that it would because if he struck that was the end of this fight. Even if he didn't kill the bounty hunter, he very much doubted the man could continue before seeing a surgeon. Because if he hit, he would try twist his fist before the punch took its intended effect in order to gut the man. His other hand was also waiting, just a precaution to make sure that this fight ended in his favor. It prepared a wind scythe to hopefully cut off the hunter's fist at the wrist. All that said, when the punch hit him, it worked as he had intended. Painfully, but it still worked and that was the point to remember. Roshaun flew backward, aided by the fact that he pushed off the ground with his feet. He avoided any further punches and put the space between them that he preferred. Slight miscalculation had him flying at a building behind him. A wooden building. The wind he'd intended to use to dismember the bounty hunter, turned on the building, slashing a wind blade though the wood and allowing him to land safely untouched by the blasted stuff on the other side. He kicked out at a piece of the house, not actually touching it. Probably shouldn't have, he was in more pain then he thought. Rubbing at the wound that would most definitely bruise, maybe internal damages as well, though he doubted he'd need a surgeon, Roshuan looked back through the split wound in the building to access his success. He was slowed down in that as he wondered how he was going to get back through said house without touching the wooden mess.

[Shinx]

•°o.O Victoria E. Castelle O.o°•

xxxAva was too busy to pay the fight much attention. Well, if listing off places she would rather be counted as busy. She'd already finished the list and was working on alphabetizing it when she caught sight of Roshaun's low blow. She really hoped that landed; blood would be everywhere. It was funny, Ava's love for blood. Considering she didn't get to see much with her chosen weaponry. Somehow, that set her mind in motion. What if she could make a poison- or, rather, an acidic powder, that once in contact with human flesh it'd burn right off? There'd be plenty of blood watching that in motion. She could call it... glaze. Ava chuckled lowly, her interest in the fight renewed. When Roshaun got hit, she even threw in a, "Oh, come on Roshaun~! You can do better than that," though she wasn't sure if the intent was to tease him or encourage him. Well, it was Ava. More than likely, it was a taunt.

[Kinniku]

Both connected, the punch and the blow towards his abdomen, the piercing through his body made him feel his guts spill, the motion of his attack would hold true towards the moment. His fist hitting against the male with surprising force. The power of his straight punch made its mark, but being hit by such a powerful blow. He would have a deep hole within his stomach, meaning this would be the time to get serious.

He had stopped for a moment to realize that he had almost grabbed one of his internal organs as he felt the slice of the claw marks, which stopped by the time he would be punched. He needed something more for this situation, he would need to take more of a vigorous stand if he wanted to catch him in a powerful blow. He began to think, changing the tactic from boxing to brawling.

'What a speedy attack, I dare say it hit before my straight, and made it seem so slow...' His eyes would begin to glare only, not staying off the opponent. His punch had been powerful enough to send him flying, but because of the wound it didn't do as much damage as he wanted it to do. It still set its course, and as he was laying within the hole, he started to move forward at high speeds once more, using that renowned footwork. He wouldn't allow him to get up for his next assault.

Leaping at an angle, appeared overhead with his right-arm readied for another blow, his face seemed much more focused than before. "Caught you!" He would release an extremely punch moving towards his head, focusing on trying to capture him, he would land and tap his foot against the ground, moving to attack with what could be seen as a hooking blow. The maximum amount of force he would need to capture this man was insufficient, he was definitely slower than he was.

[psychtcpyro7]

Roshaun "Eastern Tempest" Halifax

xxxxxLaying there he heard Victoria's comment. "Possibly." No, he could have done something else, maybe something that popped behind the man; something that wouldn't have ended in a hit on him. It wouldn't have been as effective. Thus why he went with this particular plan. "Probably. There is no need to." Everything led back to the stomach really. It was the body's center and with the damage he figured the other would be at half if not less. That is unless he was stupid. Pressing yourself with such injuries could cause more extensive damage and if it where him and this point he would have cut out. No point risking your life over stupid senseless fights. He didn't even know the reason for this one besides self defense on his part.
xxxxxHe was greeted with the sight of the man who lived to die. Saying caught you? Instead of responding he lifted a leg, kicking out at the stomach wound he could see bleeding into the shirt. Thought process: legs were longer, that fist wouldn't reach him and he'd take advantage of an injury. Win-win; you know, unless you were Kinniku. He didn't wait around to see if he'd hit or even just forced the man to detour his attack. His other leg swept around, partially hoping to knock the injured man off his feet but mostly just moving to raise up. Roshaun spun as he got up, turning a full circle by the end of it. It turned his back on the man but he wasn't overly concerned. He'd had the advantage of speed even before the strike.
xxxxxHis three blades clicked on the ground when he used his hands to push himself upright but otherwise remained inactive for the moment. On the plus side, he had moved himself away once more. "You have a bad habit of breaking my personal space issues." He would have enjoyed being a ranged fighter if he was any sort of shot with said ranged weapons. Ah, but he did have one that that might make him reconsider crossing the wind user's personal boundaries. Roshaun fingered the end of the whip coiled at his waist. He wasn't good with it by any means, but then Mr. thick headed... reckless... Yeah he didn't know where he was going with that one. The point being, the other man didn't know that he was shite with the whip now did he?
xxxxx"Do you know a good shop around here?" He finally decided to ask the man who'd been fighting with him. He kept his free hand at the whip, other still gripping the blades, but did nothing to instigate another round. "Because as fun as this has been," He said it in a flat tone, which was possibly what made it sound so sarcastic. "It's not really worth the time it takes is it?" Particularly not now that he'd slowed down. He still would admit that if he left one of those high force punches hit him he'd be decimated. Chances of that, given his lowered speed now, was low.

[Kinniku]

A strong kick into his stomach would make his body become in shock for nothing more than a moment, with the punch released right in the instance that the kick would release. A large boon effect was made, the power of which showed through a large crowd of dust, he landed. "I-I missed..." He said as he gasped, repeatedly, waiting for the smoke to clear to hear his voice. He would become angry at the sudden impulse in inferiority he had for the situation, taking advantage of his wound... and he barely made a wound for the male. Pitiful.

"Didn't I tell you that I'm not some ant you can squash and be on your fucking way?!" His fists would move behind him as he rushed him with full speed, almost tripping because of the blood loss. No, this would not stop his ascent to fight such an opponent. "Not before this battle is done, I'm not allowing you to fucking leave anywhere!" His fist would pull backwards, moving forward suddenly as a massive punch would come from an instance. One of which had incredible force within it. He breathed deeply, but coughed once again, as the large gut wrenching hole in his stomach had began to spill more blood.

His fist tapped against the ground, as he clenched it, and punched it. No dammit, this fight wasn't over, he would need to stand up and be a man. "Who the hell do you think you are, suddenly showing up, so fast, so speedy, and trying to leave in a flash!" His eyes would glare, shifting his body forward. "I'm not the kind of person who allows that, you're going down right here!" An intense speaking voice as he built up more fierceness in his voice.

[Shinx]

•°o.O Victoria E. Castelle O.o°•

xxxFor a moment, Ava considered throwing poison into the man's wound. She was getting bored; he was injured, why couldn't he limp away and lick his wounds like the dog he was? It was damned annoying. She chuckled, however, when he cussed. "My, my. For such a young man, you have quite a mouth on you." Her chuckle ending abruptly, she looked to Roshaun. It seemed he was having trouble ending the fight. She wondered if it was weakness, mercy or his own idiocy. "You don't need me to help, do you, Ro-chan?" Perhaps, if it called for it, she wouldn't kill the man. He would be in immense pain if he picked a fight with Ava. She hadn't used 'blaze' in a while, and frankly, she'd like to see this guy on the ground, writhing in pain. The expression on your face when you feel like your insides are on fire... it's beautiful. Especially to Ava. She started smirking, staring at the boy and imagining him undergoing one of the most painful, non-fatal poisons on the face of the earth.

{{Kinniku; please watch the f-bomb. Aaaaaaaand sorry about not posting; forgot I was supposed to post...}}

[psychtcpyro7]

Roshaun "Eastern Tempest" Halifax

xxxx"No." Roshaun raised a brow "I'm pretty sure you did not in fact mention insects." The movements of the other was just sad now. He watched the unstable feet as the man made yet another foolish charge. Backing up wasn't an option, a wooden structure made sure of that. His chosen escape to the side did two things. It kept him away from the fumbling bleeding, admittedly rather violent man. Second: he was close enough to answer Victoria's question in a better conversational tone.
xxxx"It is not necessary, but I would not refuse if you wished it." That is he had a semi friendly working relation with the woman and would step aside if she had wanted to have her fun with the persistent little fool. He caught the taunts of the bleeding man and decided to humor him. "Roshaun. My name is Roshaun. And I go with the wind. Thick headed grounded buffoons wouldn't understand that though. How about a demonstration?" As he spread both arms the air around them picked up. Soon it was grabbing hair and clothes, whipping the light bits around the bodies they were attached to. Perhaps his blades could use some work, but a wind storm was the first he learned.
xxxxHe didn't count the storm as an attack. The thought about using it to hide his blades had occurred more than once but he had to get the blades right before he tried anything on that sort of magnitude. An unlatched door somewhere to his right slammed open, hit a wall with a loud bang before crashing back into its frame. "Little earth bound pests should know their place. Run and hide from the vicious winds." His tone fell. Dark. That was what it was, a distinct darkness that couldn't be explained away with his usual talk of being seen as bad therefore acting bad. Roshaun hadn't noticed it yet.

(Ah, sorry about the wait. If it makes you feel better the Renaissance Festival was AWESOME!)

[Kinniku]

"..." Slowly but surely, he was falling into a smaller tone of voice, more huffing would incur. He had taken too much damage from the battle, and thus he would need to keep himself from falling over. Starting to move forward once more, the power of his spirit was what was keeping him up. He needed to keep his eyes open, beginning to move forward once again, he watched the male with his eyes staying straight on his, blurred but still on his own.

His feet would begin to move faster as he started to sprint forward, pushing both his fists to the sides as he took his feet upward at a more rapid pace. However, before he could subdue his opponent, before his fist could move forward to launch another punch, he would be pierced around his body, gasping in complete pain from the bladed strikes to his torso and legs. Falling to the ground as he fell, sliding against it. "..." He would lay silently, in intense pain as blood would spill over the ground.

The force of this individual had taxed him, the powers he truly commanded seemed to blow most people away except Kinniku, standing as he would take the gusts of winds and the sudden gale of power. His body being blown back by the violence of such a storm. 'Damn, this power, this power!' He would take a look back towards the many people that were looking upon the battle field. His aspirations of the grand display of strength were coming true.

"EVERYONE! TAKE COVER!" His voice would echo as he stood within a sort of panic towards the people. He would not allow himself to fall back, not as far as he was concerned. Stomping forward, he would only clench his fists tighter and tighter, his face being covered by his arms as his eyes would close. 'This is the power of a person with a devil fruit, this is the true strength they show!' Instead of talking to himself, instead of allowing this to happen he had to act and not just allow things to happen like they were. The steely determination setting into his skin.

His feet began to move, powerfully hitting the ground as his teeth gritted, showing all of his pearly whites. He couldn't just do nothing, this battle was a battle for warriors, and he was not allowing him to get the one-up on him. So he would make his own one-up. This was his chance, charging straight for him with his arms blocking the gusts of wind. "You bastard, you're willing to wreck these peoples lives for our battle?!"

[Grey Man]

Theme Song
((Ow yes i'm joining in on the fun))

Ba-dup-a-dup-a-dup-a-dup... Ba-dup-a-dup-a-dup-a-dup. "Yo, you guys finally decide to call back... So did you get a ID on the 3 in the picture i sent to you?" said a person who was holding up a Den Den Mushi up towards his mouth waiting for a voice to return out of it and eventually the Den Den Mushi Began to talk.

"Yes Lieutenant Westwood we have had a confirmation on all three in the picture. The male on the left is a bounty hunter by the name of 'Kyoumou "Kinniku" Kobushi'... the other male in the picture is a pirate by the name of 'Roshaun Halifax' or known as 'Eastern Tempest', threat level currently unknown. Wile the woman is Victoria E. Castelle aka Ms. Poison, threat level currently unknown.... ... ... Is that everything Lieutenant?" the Den Den Mushi said finishing.

"That will be all marine." the man said as he turned the snail off. "Well we got 2 pirates and a bounty hunter making quite a disturbance, and i cant just let them leave without introducing myself now can i?" the man said as he shuffled a deck of cards in his hand. The man stood up on top of the roof he was sitting on overlooking a street where far down it was the fight. The man was wearing a dark grey marine issue hooded jacket with the hood up, a large marine symbol on the back, and over his eyes were strange pair of goggles that let him see further than his eyes normally would.

The man cracked his neck both ways wile gaining a grin on his face, it had been a while since he had the chance to show off in east blue... and he wanted to make the best of it. "Marine... make sure my new friends over there stay in the party grounds Kk? and yea, if the Captain asks... just say i went ahead to have some fun." he said to the marine below him on the ground who nodded and ran off into the town. The deck of cards suddenly disappeared, as if in a magic trick, leaving out only two cards, one in each hand and both of them were spinning horizontally around his index finger. The man getting pumped up as he watched the fight brew up.

The man stooped spinning the cards in his hand holding them in between his index and middle fingers as he held both of his arms out making a gun pose with both of his hands, pointing one at both of the pirates. "Lets see how you hand the first hand. BANG!" he excitedly said as both of his thumbs moved down and the cards suddenly flew out of his fingers flying at their targets at bullet like speeds and capable of cutting though just about anything in their path from wood to flesh.

[Shinx]

•°o.O Victoria E. Castelle O.o°•

xxxAva, who had taken to looking everywhere but Roshaun's fight, spotted the bullet-card just in time. She attempted to get out of it's path, but only succeeded in moving so the card only scraped along her arm. While it hurt and burned from the friction, it was only a scratch and nothing much to worry about. Somehow, instead of being angered at the seemingly random attack, a smile lit Ava's face. She stepped towards the attacker, whom was spotted on the rooftops, and, without even glancing to check for her acquantances well-being, said, "Ne, Roshaun, I'll take care of this one."
xxxMoving from the battle site and nearer towards the man she'd claimed as her own opponent, she loudly declared, "It's rather rude to attack when unseen, sir. I believe an apology is in order." She was currently at a disadvantage, though she wasn't going to let him see that. Her poisons, once thrown, would settle back down. Meaning, anything she threw at him would be rendered ineffective, unless she got on even grounds with him quickly. With a catlike, and rather mischievious grin, Ava awaited his answer.

[fearsomemarionette]

Nerthus Weiss . Doctor Weiss

[/color]S[/size] ighing the young woman pulled her hood over her head. Hiding her eyes under the dark fabric while she tucked her colorful hair away from sight. Nerthus had be working at the local clinic for the past few days. Going from the inn she was she was situated at, straight to the clinic every morning. Her salary from the last job she had completed was slowly disappearing and she needed to keep money in her pockets. She excited from the back of the clinic and proceeded down the alley way. There a kitten lay mewling, it's fur dirty and one eye swollen shut. Maggots wiggled over the wound. Teal eyes softened at the sight and she glanced around momentarily as she looked for it's mother. There were no signs of life other than the kitten itself; abandoned.
xxxxShe knelt before the animal, pulling off the glove from one of her hands before reaching down to wipe the maggots from the wound. When you're a doctor such things fail to bother you at some point. Maybe after years of sawing off body parts and cutting people open had done it for her. When the bugs were gone she touched the kittens nose with the pad of her index finger. She had to focus on the little beings life energy to see if it was possible for the kitten to recover. Furrowing her brow she let go of her focus and let her energy flow freely into the kitten. It would make a recovery in due time thanks to Nerthus. Pulling her hand away quickly she watched with dull interest as the kitten stopped mewling and toddled off.
xxxxNerthus glanced at her now contaminated hand with a huff before slipping the white glove back onto her slender fingers. She would have to wash her gloves now... oh well. Exiting the alleyway, Nerthus emerged just in time to feel wind whip the bottom of her black cloak and the panicked voices of villagers. The loose black fabric flickered violently at the feeling of the wind and her head turned towards it's point of origin. It turned out to be two young men. Apparently in the middle of some fight which had the villagers fleeing. Maybe not so much in terror than the simple fact of not wanting to be caught in the middle. She nearly proceeded away from the whole ordeal when she head a squeal coming from the opposite side of the onlookers. With everyone rushing away from the scene a young girl had been knocked too the ground; to make it worse the girl was crippled.
xxxxHer crutch lay a few feet from her and the other had been snapped in two from the weight of someone running away. The pinkette slid from the alleyway her body pressing against a sidewall as she observed the little girls situation. Nerthus hopped someone would help her up but it seemed that no one really cared for some perceivably parent-less child. Growling she attempted to make her way over to help the girl but with people constantly bumping into her as they went in the opposite direction Nerthus made no progress. Finally she kicked the closest person to her and yelled at them to get out of the way. This wasn't working. The most direct way to the little girl was through the fray that she had landed dangerously close to in the first place. Oh great, now the little girl appeared to be crying.
xxxxThe wind that swirled about them so angrily carried the on lookers yells well enough but smudged out the cries of the girl. The two boys probably barely realized anything other than beating each other up. Frowning the young woman ran towards the two. Picking up momentum as she went along before she made contact with the blond haired kid. He was charging at the fair haired male while yelling about something wrecking peoples lives. She scowled as she propelled herself into the air by kicking off of the blonde. That's right, she had jumped atop Kinniku's head while he was in mid run, and pushed herself off towards the little girl. The flip that she did while she was in the air was enough to blow her hood back and with the wind doing it's job; her long pink hair blew out into the air like a flag.
xxxxLanding like a trained acrobat the young doctor scooped the little girl into her arms. Giving the small girl a smile before she turned her attention back to the two males with a very agitated look on her face. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?!" she screamed, her voice booming over the wind. Her tone was one of a mother scolding her children. Nerthus hated when her peace was disrupted and children were put in danger.

[[Did not mean to post that! XD -finishes it up- A little bit of comedic relief anyone.]][/ul]

[Grey Man]

Theme Song

Flinn busted out laughing at Ava's comment, and immediately after regaining his former battle excited face "Ah don't be such a downer, if i wanted your head i'd have it already right?" he said with a grin on his face as his new target moved towards his location, watching the girl closely for the way she moved and for how she would eventually attack. Flinn's empty hands suddenly made a flicking motion, now having a card in between each finger, 8 in total, and now holding each arm along the side of his body. "Ready to play a bit?" he said as he thrust both of his arms at Ava releasing a barrage of card bullets in a scatter shot; trying to prevent her ability to dodge the attack by spreading it out.

[psychtcpyro7]

Roshaun "Eastern Tempest" Halifax

xxxxx"Yes." It seemed like a silly question really. Hadn't he already proved that he was willing? Roshaun hissed, clutching at his shoulder. The gusting wind itself wavered. Slowing for a moment almost like it hesitated to see that it's master was injured. His gaze looked first to Victoria as she was speaking of the attacker and then to the roof where said attacker was currently perched. His fingers slipped but he managed to pull the bullet from his shoulder. A card? If he hadn't had gusting winds around him he thought it might have hit a mark more fatal.
xxxxxAn out held hand forced hurricane winds between Victoria and the new fighter, the hope being to throw off enough of the cards that she could dodge the others and finish him off. A building on the other side took the brunt of the mini tornado. Perhaps he should learn how to stop the winds as well. Putting that on the list he nodded. "May I request you don't throw it into my wind?" He'd rather not have to watch for her attacks as a backlash to his own fight.
xxxxxAttention pivoted back to the bounty hunter and another new face. What was it, asshole day? "A perfectly fine question but here's a better one:" He unsnapped the whip and lashed it out in Kinniku's direction. "Don't interfere." The whip missed, by a lot actually. It was rather disappointing. He was still trying to figure it out. Looking at the whip he could see the light end flipping wildly in the gusting winds he himself had created. Well that was just perfect wasn't it? He was ruining his own attacks.
xxxxxIn the same breath he came up with what he was thinking was an ingenious idea to his ongoing problem with aiming the custom weapon and lashed out again. His hand wrapped around the whip's handle was thrusting air currents into the openings there as designed. The free palm was pushed against the butt end of the handle, pushing a second current through. The result? One side of his whip spiked as it was intended while the other released a hard stream of air with no form. He had that problem when he got it, having to regulate the perfect force to make the thorns. The escaping air forced the whip through the air currents outside of the whip and aimed it with deadly accuracy at his opponent. All in all, he was pleased with the new method and was already putting it on his list for training to perfect.

[Kinniku]

"HA!" Was what he was about to say, when the punch was within mid-extension of his arm and running speed, feeling a kick tap against his head as he gripped his fists feeling a body leap off his head like a trampoline. He gripped the top of his head shortly looking around, he had then caught eye of the pink females own body, he would scream. "Who the hell are y-" The lashing whip would almost hit him, but not before he used a powerful backflip, landing, he would stop himself for but a moment.

"Look lady, go get your own damn fight, he's mine this bastard!" Looking forward into the eyes of the male, he would begin his run, gritting his teeth, closing the gap quickly he would move into a barrage of punches, using them as feints towards his actual readying punch. He would need to catch him into the point of motion, a technique which would show him just how much power he needed. However, before he could maneuver into such a punch, he would almost take an explosive whipping attack filled with the wind he so utilized.

Leaping into a side-step, he would push his foot into the ground, grasping his fist tightly, as he ran towards him with an incredible pace, his bleeding stomach releasing blood but he himself not whimpering. He began to maneuver his body into a push-off as he gritted his teeth, starting to move forward into a deep motion, as he would release an extremely pressured punch, with the power to destroy from the grasp of the sensation. The winds blowing upwards as he released its extreme power. "SMASH!" He would exhale, as his arm stayed into position, his fist clenched as the strength would arise.

Blood would slowly move from his stomach as he began bleeding from his teeth. It took a lot of muscular movement to move such a powerful punch, and thus the effect would happen now. He was starting to feel even more woozy. 'Shit...'