Feeling his awakened power surging through his veins, T.K. sprinted towards Ken and delivered a thunderous right fist to Ken's face. Ken's head whipped to the side, feeling the fury of T.K.'s fist and his own feet leaving the floor. Ken barely landed back on his feet, feeling blood trickling down his mouth. Refusing to let up on the dark assassin, T.K. threw a series of lightning-fast jabs and hooks to Ken's head. Ken could do very little to block T.K.'s fists. Every hit Ken took drove him backwards, driving him down the catwalk.
When T.K. threw a left hook, Ken dodged it and caught it with his own left arm. Ken delivered a left knee to T.K.'s stomach. T.K. let out a grunt, feeling the power behind Ken's counter-attack. Ken raised his right arm and delivered a hammer-blow down T.K.'s back, having him crash face-first into the steel floor. Ken lifted T.K. up by the neck and threw him into a steel wall, which was 20 feet away. Slowly, T.K. got up and tried to regain his posture and shake off the impact. When T.K.'s eyes opened, he saw Ken's fist heading right for his face. Eyes widening, T.K. dodged Ken's fist as it rams right through the steel wall where T.K.'s head once was.
When Ken took his arm out of the wall, T.K. delivered a punishing right fist into Ken's ribs. Seeing Ken bending his body sideward and wincing in pain, T.K. threw a left hook and a right. The right hook blurred Ken's vision a bit and had him turn a 360 degrees. Seeing Ken out of focus and staggering backwards, T.K. shuffled towards his mortal enemy and side-kicked Ken's chest. The kick was so powerful that it sent Ken flying 70 mph and 15 feet across into a steel wall, almost right through it! With a few short breaths and seeing how deep Ken got embedded into the wall, T.K. felt he got the job done.
However, something made T.K.'s blood chill. To T.K.'s surprise, Ken popped himself out of the wall and cracked his neck a bit. Rubbing his jaw, Ken found it hard to believe that that was really T.K. who was showing a lot of mettle. Last time, T.K. was almost a weakling compared to the King of Blades when they faced one another at an abandoned section of Tokyo. Now Ken's experiencing a nightmare come true.
He was actually meeting his match.
Smiling to himself and wiping the blood off the edge of his mouth, Ken patted off the dust from himself.
"Not bad, T.K. You're far stronger than the last time we met. But I got bad news for you, little man. You see, when we last fought, I was using only 50% of my powers. This time, THE GLOVES ARE OFF!"
Ken roared as he summoned his powers to climb to the next level. Red electricity started to intensify around Ken's very body. T.K. stood his ground, refusing to let Ken have the satisfaction of seeing fear on his face. Ken's trenchcoat and shirt got torn off by his inner power as it continued to grow. Ken's eyes glowed ghost-white as he grinded his teeth and felt his powers rushing through his veins like runaway trains going through the tunnels.
What shocked T.K. the most was something totally unthinkable. Right before T.K.'s eyes, the skin on Ken's right arm started to get torn up, looking as though something inside him was yearning to come out. Like wet paper, Ken's bloodstained skin from his arm peeled off and fell to the ground.
T.K.'s heart pounded in horror when he saw what happened to Ken's arm. As Ken wore an evil grin, his arm was no longer that of flesh and bone. Now his arm was that of pure metal! The arm was shaped like a that of a muscular human arm, but it shined with fascination. When Ken flexed his new arm towards T.K., crude blades started popping out of it.
"It's time to dance to a new song, little man..." After he finished that sentenced, Ken opened his mouth and filled his belly with pure laughter. As the laughter continued on, the rest of his body started to fall apart. Even his face began to peel away.
Never feeling so much fear crash down on him, T.K. continued to watch. T.K.'s eyes widened, but not from watching Ken's transformation. Feeling a great sense of calm, T.K. let all his muscles relax.
(What... what's happening to me?)
((Just let it go, T.K. Let go of all doubt, all anger, all fear. Let it go...))
(It's... it's YOU! Shard...)
Hearing his voice, T.K. did what Shard said. Letting the calm cradle him like a baby, T.K.'s eyes started to glow bright-blue. T.K.'s muscle mass started growing yet again. His shirt was torn away from his great muscle mass, making him almost the size of a hulk. Slowly, a pair of white shining wings started to sprout out of his back...
******
As blood from both clans soaked the steel floor, the Kamiyas and the Ishidas were still trading fire with one another. However, both sides are being more careful than the last time. As the minutes passed by, fewer bodies were falling to the ground from enemy fire. Matt Ishida got the answer for that problem right in his hands.
"Thanks for fetching this for me, Lee. This will have those Kamiya bastards pissing in their pants!" Matt said. Joe and a few other Ishidas nearby trembled from the size of Matt's new weapon. Three hundred rounds per second, every bullet capable of making tough metal as weak as aluminum. Matt felt his body tingle with joy as he caressed his favorite toy that's bound to unleash hell. Lifting the behemoth, Matt stood up and aimed his deadly gatling gun at the Kamiyas! Many of the Kamiyas' jaws dropped.
"Hey, boys! I like to present to you the Dancer! SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIIIIIIIEEEEND!!" Matt shouted, impersonating Al Pacino as Scarface. Matt pulled the trigger, letting his gatling gun shine up the dim factory with his shells. The first Kamiya to feel its bite got his arms shot off and his heart ripped to little pieces. All of the Kamiyas, even Tai, scattered and tried their best to find a hiding spot. However, even hiding wasn't enough help for the Kamiyas. Some of the Kamiyas hiding behind a huge machine were torn to pieces when Matt's Dancer ripped right through it.
Tai first thought: (We're in deep shit!)
Tai heard something else besides the thousands of rounds from Matt's gatling gun called the Dancer. What he heard was a motorcycle speeding right their way from behind. The cycle sped right by Tai and Izzy, too fast for the naked eye to see who war riding it. On the back of the cycle was a burning rag, burning its way to the gas tank inside. Tai recognized who was riding the bike by what she was wearing.
"KARI!!" Tai screamed.
"Hang on, bro! Leave that bastard to me!" Kari shouted. Kari jumped right off a ramp and had the cycle flying right for Matt. In a split second, Kari leaped off the cycle and landed safely next to her brother and Izzy. The Ishida Warlord didn't expect such desperation from his rival, Tai. Matt saw the cycle flying right for him. Rather than dodge the cycle since he was too anchored by the gun, he aimed the gun and tried to blast it away.
He was too late.
Tai, Izzy, Kari and the other Kamiyas ducked for cover. When they hid their heads under their arms, a fiery explosion erupted much of the Ishidas' side. After seconds passed, Tai and Kari slowly peeked out. What they saw was the Kawasaki Ninja cycle and the Dancer reduced to scrap metal.
There was no sign of Matt's body anywhere.
"Tai, look!" He heard Izzy and saw him pointing a little to the right. What he saw was Matt Ishida, smoking from the explosion and crawling away from the battle zone. Seeing him helpless and weak, Tai aimed his gun right at Matt's back.
"MR. KAMIYA, LOOK OUT!" A young man leaped out and shoved Tai to the ground. Soon after Tai hit the ground, the brunette young man felt a speeding bullet bite through his shoulder. Writhing in pain, the man hit the floor back-first. Izzy saw who shot the man and blew him away with his shotgun. As the carnage between the clans resumed, Tai and Kari knelt down to the wounded man.
"Are... are you all right, sir?" the man asked, wincing a bit from the shot.
"Yeah. What's your name, kid?" Tai asked.
"My name is Takato. I joined your clan just a week ago, sir," Takato said, clutching his wounded shoulder. Tai turned his eyes to Izzy.
"Izzy, tend to this man. As for me, I got a wolf to hunt," Tai said. With slit eyes, Tai cautiously left the battleground, ready to find the wolf he swore to kill.
"Tai, let me come with you! I can-"
"NO, Kari! This is something I have to do....alone." Eventually, the darkness swallowed Tail, protecting him from his enemies and allowing him to slay the beast. Tai Kamiya knew the Musashi Steel Factory better than anyone, and through Tai's mind, finding the Ishida warlord should be a piece of pie. As Tai crept up the steel stairs to find his prey, Tai slowly drew out his lovely katana...
... to be continued.
When T.K. threw a left hook, Ken dodged it and caught it with his own left arm. Ken delivered a left knee to T.K.'s stomach. T.K. let out a grunt, feeling the power behind Ken's counter-attack. Ken raised his right arm and delivered a hammer-blow down T.K.'s back, having him crash face-first into the steel floor. Ken lifted T.K. up by the neck and threw him into a steel wall, which was 20 feet away. Slowly, T.K. got up and tried to regain his posture and shake off the impact. When T.K.'s eyes opened, he saw Ken's fist heading right for his face. Eyes widening, T.K. dodged Ken's fist as it rams right through the steel wall where T.K.'s head once was.
When Ken took his arm out of the wall, T.K. delivered a punishing right fist into Ken's ribs. Seeing Ken bending his body sideward and wincing in pain, T.K. threw a left hook and a right. The right hook blurred Ken's vision a bit and had him turn a 360 degrees. Seeing Ken out of focus and staggering backwards, T.K. shuffled towards his mortal enemy and side-kicked Ken's chest. The kick was so powerful that it sent Ken flying 70 mph and 15 feet across into a steel wall, almost right through it! With a few short breaths and seeing how deep Ken got embedded into the wall, T.K. felt he got the job done.
However, something made T.K.'s blood chill. To T.K.'s surprise, Ken popped himself out of the wall and cracked his neck a bit. Rubbing his jaw, Ken found it hard to believe that that was really T.K. who was showing a lot of mettle. Last time, T.K. was almost a weakling compared to the King of Blades when they faced one another at an abandoned section of Tokyo. Now Ken's experiencing a nightmare come true.
He was actually meeting his match.
Smiling to himself and wiping the blood off the edge of his mouth, Ken patted off the dust from himself.
"Not bad, T.K. You're far stronger than the last time we met. But I got bad news for you, little man. You see, when we last fought, I was using only 50% of my powers. This time, THE GLOVES ARE OFF!"
Ken roared as he summoned his powers to climb to the next level. Red electricity started to intensify around Ken's very body. T.K. stood his ground, refusing to let Ken have the satisfaction of seeing fear on his face. Ken's trenchcoat and shirt got torn off by his inner power as it continued to grow. Ken's eyes glowed ghost-white as he grinded his teeth and felt his powers rushing through his veins like runaway trains going through the tunnels.
What shocked T.K. the most was something totally unthinkable. Right before T.K.'s eyes, the skin on Ken's right arm started to get torn up, looking as though something inside him was yearning to come out. Like wet paper, Ken's bloodstained skin from his arm peeled off and fell to the ground.
T.K.'s heart pounded in horror when he saw what happened to Ken's arm. As Ken wore an evil grin, his arm was no longer that of flesh and bone. Now his arm was that of pure metal! The arm was shaped like a that of a muscular human arm, but it shined with fascination. When Ken flexed his new arm towards T.K., crude blades started popping out of it.
"It's time to dance to a new song, little man..." After he finished that sentenced, Ken opened his mouth and filled his belly with pure laughter. As the laughter continued on, the rest of his body started to fall apart. Even his face began to peel away.
Never feeling so much fear crash down on him, T.K. continued to watch. T.K.'s eyes widened, but not from watching Ken's transformation. Feeling a great sense of calm, T.K. let all his muscles relax.
(What... what's happening to me?)
((Just let it go, T.K. Let go of all doubt, all anger, all fear. Let it go...))
(It's... it's YOU! Shard...)
Hearing his voice, T.K. did what Shard said. Letting the calm cradle him like a baby, T.K.'s eyes started to glow bright-blue. T.K.'s muscle mass started growing yet again. His shirt was torn away from his great muscle mass, making him almost the size of a hulk. Slowly, a pair of white shining wings started to sprout out of his back...
******
As blood from both clans soaked the steel floor, the Kamiyas and the Ishidas were still trading fire with one another. However, both sides are being more careful than the last time. As the minutes passed by, fewer bodies were falling to the ground from enemy fire. Matt Ishida got the answer for that problem right in his hands.
"Thanks for fetching this for me, Lee. This will have those Kamiya bastards pissing in their pants!" Matt said. Joe and a few other Ishidas nearby trembled from the size of Matt's new weapon. Three hundred rounds per second, every bullet capable of making tough metal as weak as aluminum. Matt felt his body tingle with joy as he caressed his favorite toy that's bound to unleash hell. Lifting the behemoth, Matt stood up and aimed his deadly gatling gun at the Kamiyas! Many of the Kamiyas' jaws dropped.
"Hey, boys! I like to present to you the Dancer! SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIIIIIIIEEEEND!!" Matt shouted, impersonating Al Pacino as Scarface. Matt pulled the trigger, letting his gatling gun shine up the dim factory with his shells. The first Kamiya to feel its bite got his arms shot off and his heart ripped to little pieces. All of the Kamiyas, even Tai, scattered and tried their best to find a hiding spot. However, even hiding wasn't enough help for the Kamiyas. Some of the Kamiyas hiding behind a huge machine were torn to pieces when Matt's Dancer ripped right through it.
Tai first thought: (We're in deep shit!)
Tai heard something else besides the thousands of rounds from Matt's gatling gun called the Dancer. What he heard was a motorcycle speeding right their way from behind. The cycle sped right by Tai and Izzy, too fast for the naked eye to see who war riding it. On the back of the cycle was a burning rag, burning its way to the gas tank inside. Tai recognized who was riding the bike by what she was wearing.
"KARI!!" Tai screamed.
"Hang on, bro! Leave that bastard to me!" Kari shouted. Kari jumped right off a ramp and had the cycle flying right for Matt. In a split second, Kari leaped off the cycle and landed safely next to her brother and Izzy. The Ishida Warlord didn't expect such desperation from his rival, Tai. Matt saw the cycle flying right for him. Rather than dodge the cycle since he was too anchored by the gun, he aimed the gun and tried to blast it away.
He was too late.
Tai, Izzy, Kari and the other Kamiyas ducked for cover. When they hid their heads under their arms, a fiery explosion erupted much of the Ishidas' side. After seconds passed, Tai and Kari slowly peeked out. What they saw was the Kawasaki Ninja cycle and the Dancer reduced to scrap metal.
There was no sign of Matt's body anywhere.
"Tai, look!" He heard Izzy and saw him pointing a little to the right. What he saw was Matt Ishida, smoking from the explosion and crawling away from the battle zone. Seeing him helpless and weak, Tai aimed his gun right at Matt's back.
"MR. KAMIYA, LOOK OUT!" A young man leaped out and shoved Tai to the ground. Soon after Tai hit the ground, the brunette young man felt a speeding bullet bite through his shoulder. Writhing in pain, the man hit the floor back-first. Izzy saw who shot the man and blew him away with his shotgun. As the carnage between the clans resumed, Tai and Kari knelt down to the wounded man.
"Are... are you all right, sir?" the man asked, wincing a bit from the shot.
"Yeah. What's your name, kid?" Tai asked.
"My name is Takato. I joined your clan just a week ago, sir," Takato said, clutching his wounded shoulder. Tai turned his eyes to Izzy.
"Izzy, tend to this man. As for me, I got a wolf to hunt," Tai said. With slit eyes, Tai cautiously left the battleground, ready to find the wolf he swore to kill.
"Tai, let me come with you! I can-"
"NO, Kari! This is something I have to do....alone." Eventually, the darkness swallowed Tail, protecting him from his enemies and allowing him to slay the beast. Tai Kamiya knew the Musashi Steel Factory better than anyone, and through Tai's mind, finding the Ishida warlord should be a piece of pie. As Tai crept up the steel stairs to find his prey, Tai slowly drew out his lovely katana...
... to be continued.
