TheDarkestShinobi: This is a cutscene before a fight, like legit, this first part could be a cutscene in a fighting game.
Enjoy:
The guarna was moderately priced from being lugged across the sea and the man laughed when Elliot said it was for a friend. It makes an excellent tea he said, excellent. It was potent and something people didn't usually share. The box lay on the bottom of the pack. He looked over to the sea to see that the sun was close enough to say they've met.
The boxes were heavy, Elliot strained to push and pull each one onto the ship. His muscles bulged with effort, his veins burned inside of him. He panted halfway through, taking a break. The man watching him laughed as he leaned against the only light box to slide it away and fall on his rear. Elliot chose to stay on the floor catching his breath. His wrists and hands were bleeding from the scrapes of the box edge.
"What kind of woman likes a man like you? No strength boy, get up! Get er done!"
Knowing Kasumi's fate literally rested in this other man's pocket he got off the ground, muscles screaming in protest. Halfway done, he told himself, reminded himself as he began to push the next crate. The other man watched, a smile lighting his eyes.
He's willing to work this hard, on something that might have a chance to save her. That's dedication and love.
"Boy! Move faster! You don't want people trying to steal the stuff while you're trying to protect it would ya?"
He heart a grunt in reply and held back a laugh, the corner of his eye spotted a group like one of which he spoke and he cursed under his breath, he jinxed himself. He jumped of the crew's nest and grabbed a box himself pushing it with far more ease then Elliot had been able to.
"They're coming; we have about a minute to get the rest on the ship."
The three of men laughed seeing the few crates still on the dock. It was like they unloaded the boat for them. The three looked the two up and down, an older sailor who looked like he could pack a punch and some little blond kid in weird robes. They hoped that there was something good in these crates, it was easy pickings
"Thanks for unloading the boat for us, makes our job easier."
The sailor cussed but deciding he didn't want to risk a brawl he pointed to one of the crates.
"Take it and go, don't come back."
"I don't think you understand, we are going to take all of them." He walked forward, placing his hand on one of the crates and the sailor cursed in his mind, could he afford to lose all of them?
"I don't think you understand." Elliot said as he walked forward. The three looked at him and one almost laughed but he continued. (I imagined battle music in my head starting now )
"It is my job to protect these crates," He stopped walking and the first one clenched his fist as the other cracked his knuckles. The sailor shook his head, he didn't want the kid to die to protect 'em. Elliot saw him but he didn't want to let these men get away, he didn't want to give them anything. He wanted to fight. It was a fun sport. He swung his arm in a low circle before pivoting his foot and settling into a stance. The men seemed slightly surprised but still undeterred.
"You're not leaving with any."
….
Elliot shifted slightly in his stance as the man let out a laugh. The sailor jumped off the boat and a slight splash sounded as he landed in the knee deep water. He would back up the boy but he honestly didn't think that they stood a chance. He took his first step when the man swung his arm into Elliot's jaw, except Elliot had somehow managed to slip behind him and thrust his arm into the back of the man's hip, the man let out a grunt turning with a kick, Elliot grabbed the foot and slipped behind him again, this time driving an elbow into the man's spine. The man let out a shocked gasp as Elliot then hit him twice more knocking him to the ground.
Elliot glanced at the fallen form before looking to the other two men.
They both charged him at once. He lifted his leg hitting one with the knee before spinning to kick the person again; they flew back, hands cradling their stomach. The sailor's mouth dropped in shock. The second caught him off guard and Elliot grunted as he felt the first connect with his chest, and a second after the leg tripped him. His master hit harder than that. He used his hand as balance as he swung, his leg getting the other behind the knees and knocking him off his feet. Elliot stood, only to raise his hands to block another hit. He swooped down, letting the opponents force propel him over his shoulder, he raised it, lowering the other and his opponent sprawled on the floor. He felt another jump on his back, arms locking around his throat and he panicked for a second, allowing him to get a tighter grip.
Elliot froze as a fist hit his stomach, then he tensed his stomach and threw himself back. The impact was enough to get one to let go, and a cough was all Elliot needed to recover. As the other bounded to him he did a cartwheel, making sure his foot caught the chin of the other. Out of the corner of his eye Elliot saw the glimpse of a knife but it was too late for him to move. He heard a loud smack, and the man fell to reveal the sailor gripping a piece of wood.
Two down.
The sailor punched the third in the jaw, and Elliot could hear the force behind it. He lunged forward, knee, and fist, lower hit, up, down, double kick, upper hit, and another upper body combo that he finished with a sweep. The man fell, unconscious and Elliot threw his fist out in victory, almost as if the DOA cameras were still on him. He turned to the man before walking past him, and grabbed the crate next to him, his newfound adrenaline making the push a lot shorter.
"Where did that come from boy?"
"My name is Elliot, and I am the apprentice of the Iron Fist Master Gen Fu." He said proudly, no longer worried about why he was chosen or that he wasn't good enough.
"That was pretty good out there." The man said as Elliot started up the ramp, he gave a grunt as a response. Inside he wondered if Kasumi would have thought it was good. It was foolish to not try to separate them; he was almost gutted because of it. Would she have done it differently?
The next tournament was weeks away. He had to be better.
The night was otherwise eventless and in the morning the sailor happily handed over the berries.
