American Gear

Chapter Seven: Fats Buccha and Evan

"The Night King, isn't that what you once were called?" Kogarasumaru said, panting as he caught his breath.

"I went by that once," Buccha said as he set a stance to launch from. Kogarasumaru was a perfect match for Buccha, a fight he could only dream of. While Kogarasumaru had a very high level, he had a very low stamina, and couldn't keep up with Buccha on the walls.

"Why don't you just surrender, I'd rather not have to beat you to a pulp," Kogarasumaru said.

"I'm not the one on the ropes," Buccha said as he launched to the wall and jumped towards his target, turning and grinding around before pushing off with enough force to push Kogarasumaru to the wall opposite the one he was jumping to. He then rode the walls to where his opponent lay and flat land 360 corkscrew stopped ontop of him.

Kogarasumaru passed out from the pain and went limp. "And that's one win for us," Buccha said as he skated out of the room.

****First Floor, Evan's Room****

"It's a shame that I must face such a beautiful woman, I'd much rather take you to bed than beat the shit outta you," Evan said as he faced Juuchi Yosamu. "Interesting that you picked that particular sword for your name sake, though."

"I am a descendant of the great Muramasa," she said. "So I picked the name of the greatest sword that he ever made."

"But don't forget what the Buddhist monk that observed the test he made it for said of it," Evan said.

"That's why I picked it, it is only fitting that an evil woman would take the name of an evil sword, a sword that kills indiscriminately."

"We shall see if there is any killing tonight," Evan said as he took his stance, leaving an opening for her, knowing she would take it.

"Indeed we shall," she said before taking to opening to attempt a slice with the blades on her treks.

Evan moved to take the hit, being careful to only let her get so deep with it, before he grabs her leg and launched forward, dragging her behind him before 1080 corkscrew stopping and launching her into the wall. "You'll find that I'll be quite different from the people that you're used to fighting," he said.

"Well, it seems… that is true already," she said as she recovered from the throw. "You've studied martial arts, haven't you?"

"Tae Kwon Do, Judo, and Kendo… Not to put too fine a point on it," Evan said as he set his next stance. "I take it that you yourself have studied aswell."

"Indeed I have," she said as she launched forward. Evan took another shallow cut and grabbed her leg again, launching towards a wall and slamming her into it, face first. As he pulled her head away from it, her nose began bleeding. He could smell both his and her blood on the air and closed his eyes. He threw her by her hair to the floor and skated up to her, grabbing her by her shirt.

He picked her up and licked the blood that had seeped down to her lips away with a rough kiss before using a judo technique to through her into another wall. He stood tall and cracked his neck before turning to face straight at her, setting an unorthodox stance. "I'm ready whenever you are, hot stuff."

She forced herself to her feet and glared at him. "How dare you kiss me like that," she said as she set her stance.

Evan took a low bow and looked up at her, "Don't even lie, you know you liked it," he said.

She growled and lunged towards him. Evan rolled forward and let his rear wheels land on her shoulders. As they hit, she absorbed the motion and went down willingly with it, rolling as she hit the ground and launching forward, taking her away from him.

"Careful, if you make it too fun I might lose all control," he said as he took a low stance and shot forward, faking to go straight for her neck, but feinting into a hajime from judo, as she fell backwards, he jumped up and set his wheels on her stomach, following her down and quickly locking the front wheels.

Crouching on top of her, he gazed down into her eyes. "You blood smells divine," he said as he wiped some away with his finger and licked it. "I'd like some more of it… fresh," he said as he pinned one of her wrists down and applied pressure to get his rear wheel grinding against her skin, drawing blood and meriting a scream of pain from his opponent.

He leapt off her and landed a ways away, unlocking the front wheels. "Are you having fun yet?" he asked her as she once more forced herself to her feet.

"Maybe I am," she said as she looked dead into his eyes.

"Youre making a big mistake with that," he said.

"And what mistake is that?"

"Never look a wolf dead in the eyes," he growled at her and took a stance. "We take that as a challenge," he said. To her, the stance he held as he circled her reminded her greatly of a wolf, circling its prey before it went into for the kill. "I can smell your fear…. I can taste it. Tell me, what is it that makes you scared right now?"

She growled. "I am not scared of you," she said as she lunged at him, catching his leg with a slice before he grabbed it and threw her away to the side.

"I can take whatever you dish out," he said. "But can you take what I got?"

She lunged at him again, feinting at the last second and throwing him to the wall. His back slammed against it and in a flash she covered the distance to get him by his throat.

He glared into her eyes and grabbed her wrist in one hand, turning it the wrong way. "Mayhaps now it is time to unleash the fury of the Moon Road on you," he said as he threw her away

He unveiled to her his regalia's true form as he hit a switch on the outside of each trek between the big toe and heel. The claws on his regalia slid forward from the sides and the front and rear wheels became spiked. "Now meet your fate in the jaws of the timber wolf," he said as he took a stance, the image of a timber wolf blazing behind him.

He launched forward with a howl and kicked her into the air. The spikes of his wheels had given him better traction and his speed and acceleration rates had gone up. He clawed his way up the wall and jumped of it, flipping and spinning to slash at her with his claws, a crazed look entered his eyes as a bit of blood splashed his face.

He landed and disappeared from site as he launched again. When he came to a stop it was as though he was floating in the air. "Welcome… To the Moon Road," he said as clouds cleared away from the full moon, silhouetting him in front of it.

His wheels stopped spinning and he fell to the ground next to her. He picked her up and threw her again, disappearing and reappearing behind her, he slashed her vertically before dropping to get her into a submission hold. "Now surrender hot cakes, or I'll snap your pretty little neck.

"I'm not scared of you…." She said weakly.

"Surrender you fucking cunt or I'll snap you're fucking neck," he said as he applied more pressure to show he wasn't joking.

"I… surrender," she said weakly.

He let her go and went to the door, taking deep breaths and trying to ring himself down from the blood lust high that he was on.

Two Days Earlier

"I know what it is… Your 'condition,'" Itsuki said as he handed Evan back his lap top. "You can't kick ass until you feel blood lust."

"Yeah, that's right," Evan said. "How did you figure it out?"

"Well, being the genius that I am, I naturally noticed that you were always on a solid defensive until either you or your opponent drew blood. Then you went psycho."

"Yeah, that's the whole secret behind it, blood lust."

"I think that you would have been able to get the fang from Agito," Itsuki said. "That blood lust that you were doin… You were doin things I only heard Agito talk about wanting to be able to do…"

"My regalia is a lot different than his," he said. "Mine allows for air and hang time because the power of my road relies on blood suspended in the air from static. The wheels of my treks are designed to create a static charge that is absorbed by the iron in blood. The rest of how my regalia works is a closely guarded secret, but it aint done yet."

"So your blood lust is perfect for building the Moon Road."

"In away, yes."