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Majima Goro	Welcome back to Kamurocho. Things haven't changed much in this city--at least not obviously. If you're incredibly hyper-aware, there's fewer high school delinquents running around. More people in their twenties, wearing brightly colored jackets of red, blue, and white. Some of the cheap suited-Yakuza are starting to walk around with -real- swords instead of wooden ones. You might have even seen a guy with a modified model gun wandering around. The Watch, by all means, should be fairly fond of the Omi Alliance. They're looking to crush the Tojo, and that means harming either Concord or Paladin interests for their own benefit. Ryuji Goda, as far as anyone knows, is a high-ranking officer in the Omi Alliance, runs his own family, and should be /thrilled/ to see you. There's just one problem. He's in Kamurocho, Tokyo, pushing a takoyaki cart, but all Watch intelligence puts him in Sotenbori, Osaka, and he hasn't left town. The cart's in a largely unused parking lot--the primary purpose seems to be to justify a fence upon which to post countless signs advertising various alarmingly attractive local Hosts, and maybe to shove some vending machines in. There is now one fewer vending machine, seeing as though Ryuji Goda's busy swinging it about at a man who, up until now, had previously shown interest in fisticuffs. "Do I win that fifty thousand yen now?" The vending machine's dropped to the side, now firmly indented with the form of an adult Japanese man. "...What the -fuck-." The other man says, laying on the ground, rubbing his head. "...How'd you hit me with -that- shit? My career as a punchout artist is over for SURE, now..." "You know why? Cause I'm the fuckin' -Dragon-." Ryuji says, to immediate recognition. "y..Y...you're the Fourth Chairman of the Tojo Clan, K-Kazuma Kiryu?! I thought he had--" Ryuji Goda stomps on his chest. He stops moving. He'll probably be fine. "...No. I'm Ryuji Goda. The one and only Dragon. And you'd /better never forget it/." Anyway, that's the glowing mark on the map. While I'd normally promote any and all kinds of shenanigans, this might be one of those rare opportunities. You should probably take it.
C	C, having laid relatively low after his previous outing in order to plot and catch his foes off guard, also had obligations towards his affiliates to complete. He couldn't just suck off the teet of the Watch after all, otherwise he'd be denied resources he rather desperately needed. It was a real breath of fresh air having someone else to go through for his goodies and support, and overall, it meant less attachment to certain plots or ploys he'd otherwise have no interest in. This sadly, was not one of those times. But at least it was a minor greivance instead of a major one, and besides, it gave him some wiggle room to really stress test his newest 'comrade' in the Imperial Liberation Front. A mercenary he'd picked up, out of his stupor. Adjusting his helmet with one hand, C grins behind the visor to himself and saddles forwards, black booted feet crinkling pebbles beneath them on his approach. He stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the average Japanese man who frequented the area. His companion, somehow, even more so. "Dragons are supposed to be territorial, no? Then its surprising to find one who seems to be fond of being of a migrant."
Karlan Nobles	After a rather eventful birthday, Pramanix is looking quite relaxed spending the evening in Kamurocho once more. Smiling, even, despite the fact that SilverAsh is with her, clacking his cane lightly with each step. She even goes as far as purchasing two drinks from a nearby vending machine not too far away from where things are going down today, tossing a can of Suntory over to him before cracking her own open. SilverAsh: "Oh? What's the occasion?" Pramanix: "I was feeling generous. If you don't like it, you can give it right back." SilverAsh: "Oh, no, I wouldn't think of it. Besides, it's not often that I re-" Their momentary banter is cut off by the sounds of someone getting hit by something extremely heavy, followed by something extremely heavy hitting the ground. Letting their curiousity get the better of them, they make their way towards the glowing mark on the map, dressed in their Sunday finest! Or just that slightly worn blue coat Pramanix has been using for a while and a new suit for SilverAsh. Finding the lot, the pair partake in the ever-reliable eavesdropping strategy of leaning out from around a corner to see what's going on with the man calling himself 'the Dragon'.
Big Boss	A young man with a tied up blonde ponytail, a worn grey poncho, and a samurai sword suddenly leaps on top of the vending machine from a running sprint. He crouches, looking over towards Ryuji. "Where's your sword? I was told you have a sword." Monkey, the swordsman member of Big Boss's elite, is armed to the gills. He has several knives, to go with CQC. He has the samurai sword. He has a weird technological hilt at his side. "Call me Monkey." He simply says to Everyone, as he gestures at Ryuji. "Why are you beating up a man after pushing a takoyaki cart? Are you really a dragon? Because dragons exist to fly up high, not live low and lame." He's not trying to actually be aggressive. It seems he's just casually a jerk.
Cloud Strife	Following this enigmatic C, at a considerable pace behind was a man with a toned yet lean build and almost sparkling blue eyes that compliment his overwhelmingly spiky blonde hair. Clad in indigo pants and a sleeveless shirt, even the mechanical-like pauldron finishing off his unusual clothing isn't enough to draw attention away from the enormous blade he has holstered on his back. Despite the circumstances, he seems to hardly be paying attention was mostly content to keep to himself up to the point of C having actively said something. Whether it was meant to actively be parsed as a question did not particularly matter, as he took it as a question nonetheless though his response is less than verbal. He closes his eyes as if to contemplate on it for a moment before turning his head to the side nonchalantly at the events transpiring before him which causes his bangs to shift over his face as he folds his arms. Besides the impatient sigh, it doesn't seem like the man is known as 'C' would be getting any actual words from him just yet as he shifts his weight subtly.
Hibiki Tachibana	TODAY, IN KAMUROCHO: Hibiki Tachibana isn't actually here on Watch Business. She finally got a Blade deck. It's a pretty good day, all in all. It's not a coincidence this otherwise completely unrelated shopping trip has swung around and taken her to the vicinity of Kamurocho - she wanted to try paying it a visit after a certain bearded fight hobo mentioned it. Not that she's expecting to actually see him here, because this isn't even the same world, but it's a good excuse to get out and about for various reasons. Scope it out, for one.     Man, are those actual swords? Okay, not the most ideal place to take anyone out on a date, but the scenery is pretty nice...     It's coincidental that she happens to be here at the right moment at the right slash wrong time, to the sound of some poor asshole getting trucked with an entire vending machine in a nearby lot. It's also coincidental this aligns with said Watch Business she's not actually aware of, reaching inside of her hoodie to grasp onto her pendant and utter a chant to actualize her magical girl transformation, sprinting off as gold light shrouds her.     One armored and henshin'd up girl whose cool scarf does a good enough job of making her seem like a mysterious vigilante drops in a moment later. She perches herself up on top of the poster-covered fence dramatically to join the others, while pointing down at RYUJI GODA(??). "Looks more like a rat eager to throw his weight around to me."     She adds on to Monkey's quip before taking stock of everyone else who's showed up. Wait a sec.
Yuuki Kuran	Ryuji Goda can teleport? Ryuji Goda can teleport! Wow! He's so cool! Yuuki wants to meet him immediately, in the city where night is like day and the thugs always want a brawl no matter how grey they are to you. Kamurocho. Hopping from a lamp-post down to street level behind Praminix and Silver Ash and hopping up behind them to see around them too. "Is that him? The Dragon? Ryuji Goda? I've been wanting to meet him! He's the Dragon! Oooh, I've heard he's an amazing swordsman, and I've found some pictures, and I definitely wanted to collect him." She pauses, leaning back. "Wow, are you two going somewhere? Your clothes are amazing! Did you get them from around here, or elsewhere?"
Utsuho Reiuji	Utsuho Reiuji had always meant to visit Kamurocho. Well, if you define 'always' as 'for the last couple weeks', anyway. Much before that and she didn't know what Kamurocho was at all. But it's the thought that counts. Either way, drawn out of a combination of exploration, hearing some things on the radio, and good old-fashioned curiosity (or nosiness if you prefer), Utsuho is here now. Though it may not be immediately obvious, because if you look around, you wouldn't see a single bird-winged girl. Instead, with a flutter of wings overhead, there is an extremely large raven flapping by that perches on the fence. It's about half again as big as the average Japanese crow, it has trouble gripping the top of the fence because one of its feet appears to be encased in a rocky lump, and there is a red-orange eye set center on its chest that shines like it had a flame trapped behind it, with a line in it that looks like a vertical pupil. Utsuho decided she was done with the random encounters for a while, but nobody bothers a bird, even a clearly unnatural bird. (Or maybe they just can't catch it.) Ordinarily she would have immediately jumped in and started yelling stuff, but she wasn't expecting quite this many people here. The raven cocks its head to the side, watching Ryuji more than the others. Then it hops and sidewalks across the fence to get closer. Dangerously close, though... she's a bird up on a fence, so she figures she's not going to catch a stray punch. This may be the best proof yet that she's never been to Kamurocho before.
Brooklynn Bailey	Brooklynn was here all along, and you can't prove otherwise.  The young woman was standing next to the cart as this whole thing broke out.  She's standing there with a handful of yen still trying to decide on what she wants from the stand because she's never had such an array of options.  This is all very novel to her because such food has never actually been in her capacity to get. Then there goes the vending machine.  She frowns, as she puts the yen away and crosses her arms.  "Ok, sure you're the dragon, but I really was more here for the food.  I'm guessing I'm not going to get service at this point, so I can't really overlook what you're doing to that guy," She pauses while the lot gets very crowded. "Yeah, see, this is why you don't do stuff like that.  Now I'm never going to get to taste what 'Teareyeaki'," she says it very badly, "tastes like.  Now you're not getting my custom, and instead now have to get my fist."  A pause as she looks towards the magical girl who transforms. "Huh," she says and then eyes follow towards Yuuki.  "Hey, you sound familiar..?"
Majima Goro	Ryuji Goda grunts. The vending machine is cast aside, and the punchout artist notices a Crowd forming. The kind of crowd that isn't made up of rubes, even if he were at full potential. He, and his goofy ass tracksuit, are out of here, even if it's at an awkward limping pace. This leaves Ryuji, who steps closer into the middle of the lot. He rolls his arms, stretching them out. One arm clearly ends in a black metal gauntlet, of some kind, with articulated fingers. "Eh? And who're you, huh?" His eyes get that almost pitying look. "Yeah. Y'know why dragons migrate? When they're claimin' new territory. And I know another motherfuckin' dragon or two're supposed to be here. And I'm gonna rid of 'em." He pulls a cigarette out from one pocket, a flame flicking from the index finger of his metal gauntlet hand to light it. As he looks around, it's starting to become a crowd forming. A crowd of taunting, armed punks. Or, as one might call it, a perfectly ordinary day in fuckin' modern day Japan. He breathes in. Rolls his neck once. "Sure. Lemme just sit here and address all your fuckin' punk-ass posing one by one, huh? I'm feelin' generous." He takes a drag of his cigarette, clenching the metal fist tightly. "I don't have a sword anymore. I ain't in a long time. But it turns out, this Multiverse shit--there's a Kamurocho and a Sotenbori that ain't run down to shit. That ain't had that -shit- leak everywhere. That's this one, if you fucks can rub two brain cells together." He taps his head. "I was fightin' that asshole cause he bet fifty thousand yen I couldn't touch him. He thought he was hot shit. He's kinda reminding me of you guys, 'cept you ain't learned your lessons yet." Another drag of the cigarette. "Well, girlie, if you're thinkin I don't know how to handle myself, then step up, huh? Why don't you show me what you got. You know these streets, right? They're just like Sotenbori. Noone gives a shit 'bout your clever speeches, bout your justice." His cigarette's finished. He flicks the burning remains onto the ground, stomping on it. A breath. Then he looks to Brooklyn. "...Yeah? That's my cart. I brought it all the way here myself." He raises his fist up again, shaking it free of the coat. The--clearly robotic prosthetic, now, bristles and pops outwards slightly, shifting in preparation to do something. "..If your jaw still works when I'm done with all of you, maybe I'll sell you some. So. I'm done talkin'. Anyone who doesn't wanna die, step the fuck back right now. How's that sound?" There's a click. The robot arm expands outward, and transforms. This is a whole-ass gatling gun on his right arm. "Show me what you got!"
C	Behind his mask, Crow's eyes narrow slightly. So this was Hibiki Tachibana in real life. Her outfit wasn't bad, but, he couldn't help but twitch in irriration as she teased him over his choice of attire. He looked /cool/ and /mysterious/ like a Mysterious Leader should. And, it was just a bonus that Cloud's ensemble matched his sense of style.     Speaking of which... "You could say we're going places, alright." C says, cryptically. Cloud, who still hasn't said anything, seems to be like a stalwart and stoic statue standing menacingly as C postulates. As it should be, the big bad talks while the dark general crosses his arms. Unfortunately for the both of them, however, as intimidating a scene as he imagines they cut, their foe reveals that he was no longer swordsman but rather, a gunman. And he was packing some major heat, too! Pulling out a smoke bomb from his cloak, C hurls it with pinpoint accuracy at Ryuji Goda, as it explodes into a pluming cloud of chalky, unpleasant residue. The red glint of his mask fades as he slides behind Cloud Strife, hands withdrawn into his cloak. "You're up. Show me what you can do, mister 'first class'."
Big Boss	"Shame. So you're not actually the Ryuji Goda of this world, correct?" Monkey seems disappointed, especially when he reveals the gun-arm and challenges them to fight. "Very well. You're more of a fit for a former comrade of mine, but let me show you what a swordsman can do." As C throws the smoke bomb, Monkey waits until right when it goes off. If Ryuji was at all a *trained* swordsman, he'll notice that Monkey's stance is weird. It's not a master swordsman's by any means. As he draws, though, it's not clumsy, either. It's a workman sword fighting style. 'Street style'. No Musashi Miyamoto, but certainly a threat. Monkey leaps off the vending machine, moving to slash into Ryuji's fleshy arm if he gets a chance, refusing to do a lethal strike. Three slashes, up, right, down, like he's writing into his flesh.
Utsuho Reiuji	The unnatural hell raven practically vibrates on the fence when Ryuji Goda keeps talking. It lets out a cawing sound that sounds a little bit like a laugh. And then it hops off the fence. Somewhere between fence and ground, it turns into Utsuho, a woman with the same glowing unnatural eye set in her chest, her right foot encased in stone or cement, and her right arm from just below the elbow replaced by an eight-sided pole with some engravings up near the top of it and some prongs, currently folded down against the pole, near the tip. "I'm Utsuho Reiuji! And I just have one thing to say... Mine's better," Utsuho says, raising the rod on her right arm and pointing it at Ryuji as if it was a gun. "But how'd you get the hand on it? It would be really handy if I could do that too!" No, she didn't mean the pun. She doesn't even realize she said it. "But if I get to fight someone cool in Kamurocho, it was worth the trip! Though there's sure a lot of people here to do it..." Utsuho's brow furrows as she looks around, and then she lowers her arm rod. She fires it downward at an angle, a blast of light lancing into the ground and leaving a glowing patch just in front of Ryuji. Then the patch explodes upwards, showering dirt, rocks and slightly burning debris all over. Some of the other combatants might want to avoid stray stones, too, though Utsuho has managed to point most of it in a rough spray toward Ryuji. "Hi Brooklynn," she adds, because she couldn't say hello when she was a bird but she recognized the voice. That just makes sense.
Karlan Nobles	There's a lot of unfamiliar faces here, but Pramanix and Silverash don't seem too bothered. They're more concerned about Ryuji being as aggressive as he is, although they do make sure to give those more upfront about confronting him a wide berth to keep eyes off them. They're not particularly quiet about their commentary, though. Pramanix: "He seems... Upset." SilverAsh: "Quite so. This could be dangerous. Shall we leave, An-" Pramanix: "Hm?" SilverAsh: "Pramanix." Pramanix: "That's better. And no, this is starting to get exciting! Besides, I'm curious what kind of takoyaki he specializes in. It's a deli-" SilverAsh sees the gatling gun arm first, and he pulls Pramanix back when Ryuji announces his challenge. The younger sibling, struggles briefly before managing a more careful peek out from behind cover, then lets out an excited noise at the sight. Pramanix: "This is definitely going to be dangerous." SilverAsh: "Exactly why we should-" Pramanix: "-help restrain him so he doesn't pose a risk to any bystanders, right." And so, Pramanix slips out of SilverAsh's hold to bow courteously to Ryuji and friends as her bell jingles quietly in her hand. "Good evening, friends. Pramanix, at your service, so on and so forth. Please be careful, because it's going to get... Um..." She snaps her finger a few times as the bell keeps ringing. "'Chilly'?" SilverAsh speaks up, approaching Pramanix and standing between her and Ryuji with both hands on his cane while the snow pope glares at him incredulously. "I could have come up with that!" She complains, then sighs before just getting right into the fight with a sudden gust of wind and snow blowing directly on Ryuji to try taking him off his feet and into her friends/allies/temporary partners' attacks!
Hibiki Tachibana	Hibiki Tachibana squints. Well, first at C and his tagalong. She hadn't seen the latter before, but this is her first time meeting the first in person. Yeah, he looks kind of like how she expected. Kind of cool though. She can respect it. She will also beat his ass (in card games) later.     Then she squints at Ryuji Goda, adjusting her posture on her precarious perch. "...Then if the only thing you respect is how hard somebody can send a few of your teeth flying, I'll skip the speeches and do things the way you're used to!"     She's not good at that anyway, and this time, justice can be left to her fists. A whole-ass gatling gun being waved at everyone present is enough to get her to do the opposite of step back and instead leap forward suddenly, hitting the lot and sprinting forward to close the distance. She ducks in low in front of Ryuji, fists up in something vaguely reminiscient of boxing, and turns her rising momentum into a heavy uppercut for his gun-arm the moment she's in range. It's followed up with a flurry of quick hooks and jabs all focused on that half of his body to keep him from LIGHTING THEM UP.     Her way of slamming her fists into things has a dirty kind of technique to it. Not that dissimilar to the brawls that happen on these very streets, actually!
Brooklynn Bailey	"Wait.  I'm a paying customer, I'm mad that you ignored me to fight a guy, and now you're going to try and punch my face for...what?  You know this is very upsetting.  I am extremely upset with this level of customer service and won't be recommending it to my friends.  In fact, I might even leave a /negative review/.  I heard you can do that with the 'internet'.  I'm still figuring that out." Utshuho says hello, which causes her head to look up.  "Oh hey, so you really are a giant raven.  That's actually pretty cool," She says, with a slightly excited sound.  Transforming animal people are cool in her book because she only had certain books growing up.  At this point, a gun is pointed at her.   Looking blankly at the weapon, she holds a hand up.  This is before a blast of fire shoots out, aiming to cover the man with the flames of charity.  "Now I am /extremely/ unhappy and am motivated to leave a bad review."  There is a beat, "Also beat you up."
Cloud Strife	Cloud Strife closes his eyes for a moment as the man addresses the concerns of all of those around. It seemed pointless to him, but until he was directed otherwise he wasn't going to make any attempts to stop him nor give him more fuel. It particularly didn't help that he had no idea who or what most of the names coming out of this 'Dragons' mouth meant or were. It also didn't help that he had his eyes closed and couldn't even tell who he was directing most of the responses to either. What does garner his attention is when a certain mechanical sound makes its way to his ears as his stance stiffens defensively as the robotic arm expands outward, transforming into a Gatling Gun. Something about that seems awfully familiar but in a faint deja vu kind of way. Without a change in his expression, his hand flinches back as the rasp of his gloves clenching the hilt of his Buster Sword echoes faintly. His attention is derailed as his eyes calmly move to regard the mysterious 'C', then go back to the now designated target. Though, he lets out exactly one sentence in response for the first time despite the small talk earlier due to one very specific thing he heard that he felt the need to correct. "That's Ex First Class to you." The overcompensating swordsman states firmly as he inhales and immediately rushes forward disregarding the debris, dust, smoke, and subsequent wind with the sole purpose of bringing his blade down on the 'Dragon', Ryuji Goda with the full weight of it in the same motion he drew the blade. He's not one to disappoint his customers, especially not the first one in this new environment he's found himself in.
Yuuki Kuran	"Ohhhhh!" Yuuki gasps, dropping her fist into her palm. "You're the Archer version of Ryuji Goda. And you're also older? And now you're a really good cook?" Yuuki laughs. "Maybe not. You didn't really change the color of your hair, Ryuji. That's fine - I like your look, Dragon! And I like your style. So I'll do this the local way." Yuuki cocks back a fist and holds, using her other hand to pull up her sleeve to her elbow and tuck it into a roll. "And then we'll try the cart! I'm already looking forward to it. What do you sell?" Her question begins with the final tug of her fingers around her top in a little roll, turning to fully look at Goda, and then lunge-stepping way too far towards him after Cloud, sliding down the falling weight of his Buster Sword to swing her own fist in tandem. "Hey! You're now! I love your hair!" Yuuki calls, waving back as she front-flips off the sword (to get out of Cloud's way) and land on the opposite side of Goda's cart. "It's like my partner's, but more..." She makes a fwoofing gesture with her hair to one side.
Majima Goro	This is, of course, a messy little combat. There's a lot to take in. Let's go one step at a time, with what we'll call the first move. That is to say... C: The smoke bomb is thrown. Ryuji's brow quirks slightly, and then Movement occurs. Not of the body. The gatling gun will obviously not spin up in time. He should, by all means, have no defense. But he's not being fair. His hand whips into his coat, gatling gun arm crossing under as he steadies a pistol(!) atop his other arm, to at least detonate the bomb a /little/ further away. The chaff isn't nearly as aggressively troublesome to him, now, and he has a second weapon out. This leaves him in a prime position to deal with... MONKEY: That pistol's in the hand of his 'fleshy arm', and made of metal. That's enough to allow him to have *something* to guard against the first blow. Sparks flash off the weapon, and he's given enough time to pivot, the sword leaving long gash marks on the gatling gun. A sneer. "...not bad. TRY HARDER!" The gatling gun has begun to spin up in response. It'll be a second. This will give an opportunity to... UTSUHO REIUJI: There's a lot of weird fighting styles in Kamurocho. He's not used to octogonal poles firing weird patches on the ground. The light bursts upwards, and he doesn't quite manage to raise his hands in time. Rocks scatter and burst over him, and he staggers back a step or two. "..Fuck was that?" He demands, wildly firing into the melee with abandon. It's a target-rich environment. He doesn't have to care too much about aiming, he figures, which is good especially when... PRAMANIX: --starts making everything windy and snowy. It's definitely blinding him a moment, and it's not *pleasant*, but he's at least able to keep firing through, hopefully managing to spare her a few bullets. He's not really watching. The gatling gun's overheating, just in time for him to have to deal with-- HIBIKI TACHIBANA: Another melee combo. He's slow. You might have noticed. The rest of the 'clip' of bullets fires wildly into the sky, as a result, sparing them most of the assault. The piping hot metal forms back into a metal fist, which he swings downwards on her like a hammer. This does, unfortunately, put him in a terrible position for-- CLOUD STRIFE: That buster sword is coming down, and he's going to have to go 'up'. The weapon cuts into his shoulder about half an inch before he's able to adjust, the still heating robot arm managing to stop it from cutting through him entirely. Ryuji's face contorts, and he puts another hand on the sword, deciding to try to flip it *with* Cloud attached out of his face. Speaking of his face... YUUKI KIRAN: She had an amazing gambit involving riding the sword. It turns out his elaborate sword flip plan gives her a very, very clear shot at punching him in the face surprisingly well. He recovers, however, just in time to try to yank her out of the air and slam her down. Which is good, because if this happened in another order... BROOKLYN BAILEY: Would have had some serious friendly fire issues. Instead, she manages to torch the outside of his jacket, as he covers himself from the flames, charging forward towards her. He doesn't have time to do anything more clever, he's just going to try to charge her over. He's a big guy, he can do that.
Brooklynn Bailey	Brooklynn isn't as unstable as other people who shoot fire out of their hands like a black mage.  She is charged, and she braces.  The two collide, though 'The Dragon' clashes through, she isn't knocked prone but rather pushed out of her square.  Brushing herself off, she considers the man for a moment.  She looks otherwise very unmoved by this opening attack, much like he was. Instead, it is HER turn, she charges, as flames cover her figure as she attempts to crash through him this time, aiming to be right in his face to make firing the Gatling gun more difficult at her.  She swings, powerful swings that could easily shatter stones with the power behind them.   She also considers Cloud after a moment.  "So...how do you get it to behave like that?  I really want to know."
Big Boss	Ryuji Goda begins firing his gatling gun into the melee. Monkey can't deflect with a sword - he's just not that good - as the bullets rip into his poncho, even as he ducks and dives out of the way of them hitting him in the head or exposed limbs. The reason he's okay is revealed as he tosses his ripped up poncho to the ground, now angry. "You destroyed my poncho." Underneath is Outer Heaven tactical body armor, complete with patch. The sword is sheathed as Monkey leaps back, hand hovering over his side. "I won't kill you. But I'll make you regret doing that." He grabs the technological hilt, and points it up at Ryuji. Then, he rushes at the gatling arm, moves to swing, and clicks a button at the same time. He's going to need an advantage against metal. It's a beam saber! A bright pink beam of energy flares out, moving to start burning into the gatling gun and trying to damage it to make another gat burst much more frustrating! If he can't, he just flicks the beam up slightly to burn into the fleshy connector of the gatling gun.
C	The gunshot pierces the grenade and prevents it from taking full effect, resulting in C not being quite as prepared for evasive maneuvers as he would have liked. The barrage of gunshots skim by him until one nails him in the side of his helmet, knocking his head away with the impact, forcing the teenaged terrorist to stagger backwards.         "Ngh.." Thankfully, the damage was minimal ... his helmet was designed to protect against orbal weapons, after all, and a simple small caliber handgun made with conventional methods wasn't enough to blast through it in one hit, thankfully. Even so, it gave him a raging headache, as Cloud moved on command to engage the man with the gatling gun. "Hmph ... not bad." he nods in the mercenary's direction. His strength, speed, and technique were all up to par. Giving the rest a slight helping hand so that he didn't look like he was just standing around, C pulls out some kind of mobile device and grips it tightly in one hand, the other held out. "ARCUS Activate." The bright lights of the lively Japanese district dim until they practically disappear, almost as if the area was being swallowed into a void. Until two pinpoints of baleful energy stare down from above and manifest into a giant, scornful, spectral skull that releases a devastating curse as its maw opens. Almost like it was trying to swallow up the Yakuza's very life and gnash it to bits. As quickly as it came, the curse vanishes, as if there had never been such a thing in good old Kamurocho.
Hibiki Tachibana	Hibiki is lucky that she has some big metal gauntlets, because otherwise that steaming hot fist would probably be causing some serious damage. That means that she's able to respond with her own fist in kind, with her armored knuckles clashing with Ryuji's blow in a dramatic clash. She staves him off long enough for Cloud and friends to come in, where she has the briefest moment to give a nod of thanks towards him and Yuuki - "Nice flip!" - before the cart owner goes sprinting off.     Which causes her to turn on her foot and chase after him. She's not really going to be fast enough to stop him from trucking Brooklyn, but she'll catch up soon enough. Should she feel bad about ganging up on this guy? ...He's actually holding his own pretty well, so. Also, he tried to shoot them.     Yeah okay, the sights are great and the takoyaki might be delicious but she'll have to be careful if she ever brings her friends this way. First things first, doing what she said she'd do.     Which is turning her dash into a full power leap to catch up with The Older Ryuji Godo - then keep going, to turn and land horizontally on another vending machine. She knocks a can loose as it rocks that some punk will be able to get for free later.     Then Hibiki kicks off of it, twisting in midair to throw both legs forward in a high-speed dropkick aimed exactly for the big man's rugged jawline. "Oi, I'm not done with you!"
Karlan Nobles	Pramanix has seen guns before. She hasn't seen guns for arms, but she's definitely seen guns. As Ryuji starts twisting his aim her way, she starts refocusing her arts into  drawing ice up from the ground in front of her. Before it can fully form, however... SilverAsh is already in front of her, drawing a sword from his cane and slicing the air rapidly in front of himself, parrying... Only about a third of the bullets spewed their way. The rest glance against his coat and draw blood, but he shows no visual signs of discomfort at the bullets. Pramanix: "Enc...! Tch. I could've handled that, you know." SilverAsh: "Perhaps you could. But since we're both here, it would be more prudent to utilize each other's strengths." Pramanix: "... Fine. The winds will be at your back, then." Grimacing slightly, Pramanix finishes pulling up her waist-high ice cover before refocusing her efforts on blasting that snow onto and around Ryuji erratically to try and slow him down. SilverAsh, meanwhile, goes right in to engage him at close range, taking quick steps from side to side with each slash. He's not going for decisive definitely-not-killing-stabs or anything like that, though, since he'd rather not get arrested. Instead, SilverAsh is taking advantage of a sword's penchant for making people bleed, swiping and slashing with just the tip to draw blood where he can with measured cuts to try drawing his attention, to throw him off balance, and generally to just be That Asshole.
Utsuho Reiuji	"I did *tell* you I was a hell raven," Utsuho replies to Brooklynn, before... It's cold. Blame Pramanix; Utsuho certainly does. "Hey!" Utsuho stomps her concrete-encased foot, and the area around her gets a little warmer, as if in direct sunlight. It's at least more comfortable. It's not like she was in danger from the blast of cold; it wasn't aimed at her and she wasn't even right next to Ryuji. And speaking of Ryuji, when he asks what that was, Utsuho is happy to explain. "It's my control rod," she says. "I was going easy on you with it because there's so many people here but - aaah!" Gatling fire is something Utsuho has not really dealt with before. Utsuho brings up something like a hemisphere of white-hot flame in front of her, but it takes her a long time because it is surprisingly hard to concentrate when she is being shot. It only catches the last few rounds; they hit it and practically vaporize, but far more of them hit Utsuho (or at least somewhere near Utsuho; gatling guns are not particularly accurate). The shield fades as Utsuho raises the rod again. "...But if you want to see what it really does, I'll show you!" Utsuho finishes her line from before. A sphere of red-orange light - it doesn't even look like flame, it's too compressed for that - begins to build at the end of the rod. Utsuho fires it before it gets too big. She's still restraining herself, so it's only about three feet across when she launches it, a compressed fireball that explodes on contact with a deafening boom. (Deafening if you're in it, anyway. It's merely 'very loud' for everyone else.) Once again, Utsuho does not bother really taking into account anyone else on the field.
Yuuki Kuran	Ryuji has an easy time grabbing Yuuki, who gives him the most odd sort of 'yeah? yeah?' excited look before she's powerfully hurled into the ground, bouncing on her back with a light 'unh!' gasp and being passed over. Sitting up, she still wears those far too interested red-brown eyes and too-genuine smile. "You've got a lot more power than Majima in your arms... But your ferocity is a little less. Still -- Regal! I think I understand the Dragon a little more." Yuuki two-finger waves at Hibiki as she's complimented, chasing after Goda. "So what's your specialty? Fried food, or standing alone and resolute?" Quickstepping forward again, Yuuki converts the final bit of her motion into a lunging knee. Closed in, Yuuki plants her foot and pivots, crossing behind her side with a thrusting kick. "I'm scouting for talent, you see!"
Cloud Strife	The Buster Sword comes down with a violent arc that held nothing back but is stopped by the surprising strength of his opponent. Moments before he's preparing to try and reel it back he notices the form of a woman in a snow coat dashing on to his currently occupied blade. It goes without noting that it's more akin to a slab of metal that relies on its weight to crush enemies on the other end with slashing as more of a byproduct, so hopping on for a ride like that was surprisingly safe. Still, it more or less catches him off guard. "Hey, what are yo-" He manages to get out still caught in a bit of confusion before his world is turned upside down and spinning like a Ferris wheel as he barely manages to land into a combat roll while slamming into the dirt. It takes some effort to counteract the centrifugal force without heavy damage that still leaves a distinct crack on the surface of the concrete. He grunts even as he bounces back to form as shakes his head. His eyes flicker to the woman with gray hair before blinking back to focus on the Yakuza. "It's none of your business." Is his only response, delivered with the same deadpan tone as everything else he's said so far. He brandishes the blade with one hand this time as the glint of some kind of gem begins to shine on the slot of his blade during his print forward, this time intent to wreath his sword in flames and send it in a fierce thrust as he winces from the sounds of the sonic boom to push through the metaphorical sound barrier and into said Yakuza.
Majima Goro	Here, too, the order of events matters greatly. Luckily, we've taken the time to lay them out cleanly, in order. As Ryuji Goda continues to fend off his multiple inexplicable attackers, the first one we'll discuss is... BROOKLYN BAILEY: Ryuji doesn't hit her as hard as he'd like. That's fine. He has plenty more where that came from. He pounds metal fist to flesh fist, just in time for her to start charging. He braces. She pushes him backwards as well, in what ends up being a largely equivalent exchange. "....Hnnh. Ain't you somethin'." He says. He keeps his guard up, sliding backwards a moment. He has moreproblems. Specifically... MONKEY: He has a man trying to cut his arm off. Beamsaber does not contact gatling gun, luckily. He can form it back into a hand. He makes an attempt to grip the beam saber, thinking of it as a normal sword. One you can twist. One you can torque. One you can break. He's wrong. It mostly just starts burning and breaking the metal, which isn't what he wanted, for obvious reasons. "...Eh?" He finally manages to free his hand, stumbling back away, just in time for... HIBIKI TACHIBANA: To deliver that dropkick. He's in the exact right spot for that Low-end Rider Kick, and it knocks him flat--for a moment. He's got good reflexes--enough to hop back to his feet before it matters. He's looking shakier, though. This is a lot of damage in a very short time. He's preparing, but, before he can do more than reach into his coat... PRAMANIX AND SILVERASH: --They've joined the melee again. Or, rather, SilverAsh has. Fact is, he doesn't have *time* to prepare a counter attack. He needs a hand to grab onto something, and all he can do is meekly parry the sword. "Get *off* me!" He demands, blood trickling down from his forehead. UTSUHO REIUJI: Gets plenty of time to prepare. He just manages to turn his head for the fireball. There's progress, at least. He's looking bruised, and battered, and the coat is looking far the worse for wear. It's looking sort of dramatically gothy-tattered. YUUKI KIRAN: Is GIVING A JOB INTERVIEW. Ryuji does not seem particularly moved. "What? Majima? That weaselly fuck? You want -ferocity-?" He bares his teeth, rearing back to deliver a solid punch directly to the vampire girl. It's too high. She's pivoted out of the way. He's open. The kick lands squarely in his side, and the exhale is strong. "...startin' to think you might all be a problem..." Goda wipes some blood from his mouth. He's got a plan, he just needs a moment.. CLOUD STRIFE: ..doesn't seem to be giving it. At the very least, he can keep himself from being impaled. Both hands, flesh and metal, slam onto either side of the buster sword. Metaphorically, the X button is slammed, and so he's instead heavily roasted and pushed backwards to the wall, instead of immediately destroyed. His shoulders roll. "...how're you liftin' that thing with your skinny-ass arms, anyway?!" C: We should probably talk about this guy. I feel like. We brought him up last for a reason, because Kamurocho just vanished for a moment. Ryuji squints, looking upwards into the sudden endless void, before two burning lights release a curse trying to destroy his very soul. He holds his arms up. He crosses them. An unseen wind pushes him back. The coat falls away, in tatters. The hand is mostly ruined, now, a mass of twisted metal. He's got mostly a strange 'gripping' claw left. As Kamurocho returns to existence, so does he. He's got his shirt off now. Sure, he's bleeding. Red's trickling down from his forehead. From scratches along his arms, gashes in his chest, and from a nasty looking mark still in his shoulder from the first blow. "Listen up, you fucking punks. You want a 'sword' Ryuji? You want that shit back? Sure. I've been around the block too, you know." He draws a katana from somewhere, carefully fitting it into the strange 'gripper' of busted metal. ... Loading ...
Majima Goro	Ryuji Goda has had enough of this shit. He flares up with a purple fire. "I've been lookin' around this place for a long time. Since Kamurocho fuckin' broke to the ground in some fuckass zombie movie." His first target is BROOKLYN BAILEY. He's moving more quickly now. He's almost blurring inbetween steps, and doesn't go straight at her. Instead, he changes course suddenly, diagonally crossing her in a tornado-like swing. "So I *left* that shit. Went out into your little swords and sorcery arcade bullshit. Killed me some real hot-shot motherfuckers." He doesn't care what she does. He's still on the move. Who needs defense if you don't let your offense up? The sword's dragged along the ground for a moment, before he leaps upwards. UTSUHO REIUJI has had potshots for too long. He's up, atop a vending machine, and then soaring towards the Hell Raven with the katana at concerning speed. He probably won't cleave entirely through her, but he's going to damn well try. "Been to your fuckin' faerie-filled little hellscape! No dragons, though. Didn't care 'bout it." He lands, missed or not. He has things to say, and PRAMANIX and SILVERASH are next on his shit list. He dashes around again, faster than he Should be able to, lining up to try to just charge right through them. If he can bash one into the other, and draw his sword across the two of them on the way past, good enough. "You think that shit's *cold*? I've had a fuckin *walk-in-freezer* colder than that!" He stomps past. He's on the rampage now. Who cares if they dodge? He's got more. He's got tons more. HIBIKI TACHIBANA is going to find that out. He's got the pistol out again in one hand, sword in the other. "Oh, but I'm done with *your* bullshit. What fuckin' girlie-ass manga world you even from?" He doesn't do any stylish gunkata or anything. It's just the sword swung back and forth, while he unloads the clip, before finally twisting the pistol around. The empty clip is thrown towards CLOUD STRIFE, and the sword is swung--not to strike him, but to parry whatever initial reaction he might have. The actual attack is simply a boot to the stomach, to try to buy himself time to slice enroute past him. "....what army hires prettyboys like you, anyway?!" He snarls. "Is it yours?!" He demands of YUUKI KIRAN, charging forward. He's going to try something very simple. Impale her, stab the sword into the ground, and pole vault out with it. It's a little girl. How hard could this be? "I don't need a fuckin' job from anyone like you!" He levels at MONKEY next. "You want this sword? You don't deserve it. Make your own. Here. Have some scrap metal." He's next to the fallen vending machine, lifting it up with the katana-arm in a single scoop, before bringing it down and launching it at him. But that's not all, is it? He's /almost/ run out of angry. And the last of it's going to C. "..You think that's all it takes to drag me to hell? You think I give a *shit*?" He lunges forward, diving--and falling short of C. Perhaps strange, except as the katana comes up, swung to the side in an attempt to cut him open... It's in his left hand. The fleshy hand. He's somehow lodged a shotgun into the right hand, and he's going for point blank.
Big Boss	Ryuji gets angry. He grabs the beam sword, burning his hand until he lets go. He rampages against the group. He throws a vending machine at Monkey. Monkey does not take it well, as he sees that sword. The vending machine impacts with him, sending Monkey barreling backwards, the body armor soaking up much of the impact but still bruising his body and causing the beam sword to have to be deactivated to not cause a messy accident. As Monkey sprawls across the ground, he starts rising. "Shut the fuck up." "You're a swordsman. You live by the sword and you die by the sword. That is what you decide the minute you grab a blade. I will kill every blademaster there is, one by one, in combat. That is the path I have chosen. You ran away from yours. Your world went to shit and you decided to go sightseeing, maybe grab a food cart, fuck around with some dipshits? Do better. Be better. Choose a real-ass path instead of a coward's way. Show me that sword. Show me what this Ryuji Goda is capable of. Show me a dragon!" The beam sword hilt is placed in a drawing motion. The first real one. "There's a technique out there, said to clip swallows' wings. I don't know it. But I know that I'll invent something like it. Mine is for dragons. And you're the first test." There's a twitch of motion, and then, in one fell swoop, the beam sword is swung at Ryuji's chest. DRAGON SLAYER Ryuji Goda can only see one strike. He can easily block it, or so he'll probably think. That's wrong. That's dead wrong. The first hit goes for the chest, but the *other two* slashes, that come out at the same exact second, same exact time, go for each shoulder, moving to try and slice down them. It's a powerful finisher from a man who never properly learned how to use a sword, who somehow figured out One Single Trick.
Cloud Strife	There is a part of Cloud Strife that is glad he came forward with a vengeance to cut off the chatter that was occurring regarding blades, but it came at the cost of him releasing all of his pent up aggression. That is to say, it was not inaccurate to see what was coming towards him as anything less than a raging dragon. His mind focused, offering full attention to the beast rampaging towards him. He inhales deeply, looking for every sign of movement to the shifts in his eyes, the steps of the soles of his feet, and the tensing of his muscles. Everything to give him an edge over the incoming threat. This however only serves to further Ryuji's plans at a feint. As the clip is tossed towards him he reflexively attempts to swat it out of the sky while his Buster Sword was held firmly horizontally, and that momentary break in posture was enough for the Yakuza to profit on the opening he placed the bid down on, as he barely manages to recover thanks to his integrated training, his mind momentarily recalling it to pull himself back as the blade begins carving into his uniform and through his flesh, only barely managing to escape with a somewhat deep gash. While it doesn't noticeably perturb Cloud expression wise it was still an injury and one that he'd have liked to avoid taking. It could have cleanly carved him to the bone, he reasons, on a direct hit. He was lucky. With that, he exhales finally, all of that taking place within the span of a breath of time before swiveling with his blade in tow before speaking with disregard to the insults to his frame. "If that's not enough, I'll push you as much as needed. That's my job, after all." With that statement, he rushes forward, still reeling from the blow to swing in a horizontal crescent to slam into the Yakuza's side to interrupt his free reign to continue attacking his current contractor.
Karlan Nobles	"A...? That's just rude!" Pramanix huffs indignantly as Ryuji taunts the power of her ritual/prayer-based ice while SilverAsh just keeps on smiling with that infuriatingly smug aura about him. "Have you truly? That would be rather admirable, Sir Goda. Let us see just who has more experience with the cold, then, shall we?" SilverAsh responds, twisting his sword around in front of himself as he readies for that charge instead of moving to evade it at all. Despite his firm stance and confidence in not getting shoved through, however, he grunts in pain and surprise as Ryuji just plows right into him. Pramanix, too, gets caught up in Ryuji's charge with a pained yelp, although she gets pushed free of the slash just in time for SilverAsh to take the brunt of the with his side and his own blade. "Gh...! Not bad at all.  But strength is not all that it takes to win a battle!" SilverAsh snaps his blade back into it's cane sheath as he settles into a vaguel iai-esque stance. The blade makes an excessively loud SHING-ing noise as he draws it back out, then starts swinging rapidly at Ryuji with slashing waves coming from his blade from each slash. To make matters worse, however, Pramanix manages to pick herself up after thatnasty fall, ringing her bell once more. Sharpened ice disks begin to rain down upon Ryuji, also swirling around him to add to the cutting assault as well as trying to really chill him to the core!
C	The Yakuza rebukes them all for being upstart punks biting off more than they could chew. Maybe that was true, for some of them. And certainly, in a direct fight, even C doubted his chances against the man ... but that wasn't how he did business. If you couldn't win in a direct confrontation, simply win through an indirect one. Grasp victory by any means necessary.     Otherwise you had no right to complain about being the loser. Preparing the device in hand; his ARCUS unit, his gloved thumb rubs over the exposed faceplate, revealing the delicate mechanisms and Quartz inside. That blade comes out to strike at each of them like an enraged monster's fangs, vicious, quick, and powerful. All that while, Ryuji rages. "ARCUS Activate." His specialty happened to be Time Arts. While offensive applications of that particular strain of Sepith tended to stray into more esoteric means, being one of the rare Higher Elements that existed outside of standard laws of nature, it had other more direct applications to its field, too. Two 'barriers' are formed to the image of a spinning clock. These aren't visible barriers, naturally, but for the sake of a simple explanation .. Ryuji's time dialates, slowing inside the 'barrier', while the one that forms around C speeds up; in effect, slowing down the wrathful swordsman while accelerating Crow by the same factor. From an outsider's perspective, it was as if he had teleported, seemingly vanishing at the last second only to re-appear behind his foe mid-swing, chuckling.     The effects of his Clock Up end. "If that had hit me, it might have knocked me down a peg or two, but .." He tilts his head back, helmeted visor gleaming with an even tone, "With that kind of skill, you'll be lucky to cut my after image." Raising his leg, Crow delivers a sharp kick straight into the small of his back with the intent of sending him stumbling into Cloud's oncoming assault.
Brooklynn Bailey	Ryuji comes down at Brooklynn like he really means it.  For the first time in this fight, the two feel like they're actually serious.  Brooklynn is capable of holding back because of her tough body and refusal to accept damage.  Ryuji on the other hand because he's a certified badass who probably doesn't always have to go all out because the normal punks in this Japan aren't all that impressive.   However, there is a moment where they both understand that holding back isn't going to work anymore.  The tables turn on the Dragon, and in turn, he goes full offensive.    The blade comes down in a flash, blindingly quick.  Brooklynn isn't that fast, not even by a longshot.  However, her hand releases more fire, forming a double-bladed weapon created entirely out of that fire.   She moves defensively, though she doesn't attempt to evade it.  Blades clashing against each other as the dragon's blade isn't stopped, but merely delayed enough to err slightly off course.  The blade digs through her side, cleaving through armor and shattering it.  It strikes her skin, and even /that/ resists it.  She's built for tough, and if it wasn't for all of this Ryuji would have undoubtedly <not> killed her were she any other punk. He can already see the wounds start to knit themselves together. She turns, as he goes diving off after the others, but she plans her attack.  She needs to make this count, and right as he dives for another victim, she dives at his back.  Blade swinging up before coming down at him.  However, the flames billow out in a wide cone after she swings, aiming to catch him in both the strike AND the cone of flames.   There are no more words, she simply stares at the man with some pain in her eyes.  She does not enjoy fighting, she does not enjoy hurting others.  She simply endures because she must.  After a moment she speaks again, staring at the man.  "Please stop now, pride isn't worth this."
Hibiki Tachibana	RYUJI GODA HAS HAD ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT.     Which is not good. Hibiki flips back to her feet as he does and all of the other attacks come in, and the grizzled Dragon of Kamurocho takes an attack that would put down any lesser gangster. But he's clearly no lesser gangster. He's mad now. "So he has--" She starts, as he fits his blade into his robo-arm.     And he actually powers up, leaving her openly shocked at his increase in speed as he darts around the battlefield between all the fighters. And she's right in his warpath, gritting her teeth and using her gauntlets as shields to clash against the furious swipes of his katana.     It's just about all she can do to keep moving in between slices, with bullets narrowly cutting past her as she weaves from side to side. "Girlie-ass--?" She grunts, narrowing her eyes. "My Tokyo's probably a hell of a lot more put together than whatever one you came out of...!" The final slash of his combo though, she attempts to block with both hands and is send flying back from the force with a full-body stinging and fragments of her Symphogear's limb plating going flying after an especially deep cut.     She catches herself out of her tumble while everyone else is lit up, stopping herself with one while rearing back the other. His angry might be running out, but hers has spiked up. "And I don't have much respect for anyone who goes around screwing with other worlds and giving themselves titles like they own the place! If you want what I've got--you can *take* it!" Hibiki's feet brace against the asphault of the lot, and she launches forward at breakneck speed.     She's a simple girl. She's just going to hit him really hard. Copping a move from another blonde punchgirl, her gauntlet's undamaged pilebunker piston slots itself back as she leaps up and spins, punching behind herself as it slams back in and creates a shockwave. She uses the recoil to throw herself down at Ryuji even faster.     And turns her momentum into a spinning axe kick, to come down right on top of his head.
Yuuki Kuran	The sword plunges into Yuuki's chest, and... Nothing happens. Not even a 'splut' of blood. Her eyes stare into Goda's wide and delighted, as her arms grip the sword that dives into and through her chest without a single wet drop. "He's not mine. He could be, though, with strength like that." CURRENTLY IMPALED, Yuuki winks past Goda at Cloud. "Are you a mercenary? I'll buy a permanent contract!" Goda has greater plans for his momentum and Yuuki falls to the ground and slides off his arm-blade as he pole-vaults off of her and towards Monkey. Returns... to Monke. Dusting her back off as she rises, utterly unharmed, Yuuki smiles. Until C disrespects Ryuji like that! That's rude! "Just because your power lets your motions look effortless doesn't make you a better person than other people. Don't shame him for his own strength." She chides. Back to Goda: "You don't need 'a job', no. You're very strong, and have your cart, and that can be enough." Her aura flashes a bright, seething scarlet as she cranks up to full Presence. "I love this town. People like you, with fire, are great." Lunging with outright unnatural alacrity, Yuuki grabs Goda by the head and smashes a smear-frame blur of her knee into it before Doing Him Like He Did Her All The Way Back In Round One, by throwing him to the ground. "Do you like *my* cooking?" She asks sweetly in the wake of things.
Utsuho Reiuji	"You never did say how the hand worked..." Utsuho brings her shield back up in a hurry when she sees Ryuji going for her. It saves her from getting bisected, at least - he was certainly trying real hard to do that, and Utsuho is not used to people literally trying to cut her in half. The blade hits her flame shell. Which is, apparently, solid; solid enough that pushing through it is actual effort, but solid enough that it *can* be cut through. Ryuji pushes against it - and after a struggle, goes through, shattering the shield in an eruption of uncontrolled heat and force. It's enough to send Utsuho end over end. She tumbles past most of the group; she nearly slams into Cloud but ends up rolling next to him, digging her control rod into the ground to stop herself from being launched all the way out of the lot. She managed to get one of her wings tangled up in her cloak somewhere along the way, so the starfield is currently turned out and not in. It looks cool, at least, even if the tumble didn't. Utsuho vaults back up, straightening her cloak with her hand and keeping her control rod out. "I don't even know half the things you're talking about! I don't know what a manga is," even though that wasn't aimed at her, "but if you've been to my Hell, then..." "...you wouldn't have heard of me. But I'm going to show you why you should know my name now!" Utsuho begins to generate power. It is very obvious; the third eye in her chest burns brighter, bright enough to see by. A ring of burning light surround her feet, scorching marks into the ground as it builds - And, most menacingly, something deep inside her arm begins to emit a sound more like a bomb klaxon than anything else. One, two, three times, as Utsuho readies the biggest shot she has available. Until she realizes something. Kamurocho has a lot of buildings and presumably they are not, as the buildings in the ancient former capital where she lived, mostly unused these days. It is probably not a good thing for her to just let loose with a fusion blast that rolls through a couple. "Uuuuugh!" Utsuho lets out an irritated groan. What can she do, what can she do - oh! She has an idea. Utsuho with an idea is generally not a great thing but this time it just might work. She gives people a moment's warning before she acts. Utsuho lifts off into the air. She rockets up about twenty feet before diving to land just next to Ryuji, spreading her arms. The klaxons sound again. And then a ring of goddamn suns swirl up from her feet and around her to about ten or fifteen feet out, rising upward. They are, at least, restrained to this lot, though the ground and maybe some building walls or the fence are going to be scorched. What it amounts to is a pillar of heat, light and flame that rises into the sky and quite possibly lifts Ryuji partially with them, visible at *quite* some distance before the ten spheres of flame gutter and die down.
Majima Goro	I see you all did your energy drinks. Good on you. The bad news is, Ryuji did not manage to obliterate everyone with his mighty attacks. This leaves him at point-blank range with C, shotgun at his midsection, when time just..stops functioning as it should. "...The fuck?" One eye twitches, and then...C is behind him. The kick isn't so bad. Honestly. Feels like it shook something nasty outta him. his pride's hurt more than anything. Almost a refreshing pain. "...that's not skill, that's a fuckin' toy!" He spits back, but now he's got bigger problems. Mostly, CLOUD STRIFE. He's got both hands ready, at least, and if nothing else, he's going to snap that stupid sword. He's going to. It swings, horizontally, just as he intends it to go, and he manages to land both hands on it, top and bottom, and...with a brief spatter of sparks, Cloud's strength wins out. He manages to at least downgrade it into a blunt strike that sends him sprawling across the parking lot, eventually spinning out into one knee. Which leads him too close to MONKEY. "...You want me to shut the fuck up? Me? You fucks can't stop jerkin' yourself off on your little radio like you're on a field trip!" He laughs, shaking his head. Some blood droplets fall from his hair. "...Eight of you, and it's takin' you this fuckin' long. Show me your little technique, you son of a--" The first sword strike is easy to block. The katana's back out, and it's up. The other two...should have cleaved his shoulders. He knew. Somehow, he knew, and it's his flesh arm in the way, both blades cutting into that instead. "...Nah. That shit's good. But you ain't *slaying* me just yet!" He stomps forward, managing to push the man off him. "...Maybe stick to birds and kale smoothies or somethin'." He's distracted, though. He can deflect SilverAsh's waves with his sword, and slowly stomp towards him in the meantime. That's fine. He's got it in him. What he can't do is block those waves *while* deflecting the ice, and the sharp disks dig, and as he finally gets within range to attack, one of the disks slices right across his robot arm, slicing off just enough that the katana falls to the ground. He looks over at MONKEY. He slams the wreckage of his robot arm into the blade, shattering it. He doesn't get to have it. Onto the next problem.. BROOKLYN BAILEY is here with the flames. Good. He can't do a whole lot about it. Not without a sword. Not without a functioning robot hand. But the flames are numbing a lot of the pain. "Pride isn't worth it? And what is? Shittalkin' about hair in a fight?" He's scorched, he's bleeding, but he doesn't seem to care. He finally manages to get enough of a grasp of the situation to pull and toss Brooklyn off of him. He's still standing, even though his clothing is tatters. The tattoo'd dragon looks like it, itself, is being fought, but it's nowhere near defeated. YUUKI KURAN was very closeto being down. ...Ryuji thought. But, you know, she's got some strength to her. It's almost admirable. He looks genuinely impressed as she--at some point, just..dusts herself off and comes for him. He tries to be ready. He really does. But his counter-grab misses, and she's got him by the head. And then he's flung to the side, after a solid knee-slam. He ends up rolled over onto his back...but he's still up. He's still up. He's good. He can keep going. "...you're fuckin' weird, lady, but..." He doesn't finish the sentence. HIBIKI TACHIBANA is too much of a problem. "...I don't want what you've got, lady!" He rears his fist, readying to counter what should be a jumping, hard punch down at him. He gets the timing wrong--it's an axe kick. His fist swings out into nothing, and she lands an axe kick on his head. His knee hits the ground hard, and he spits something red out as his gaze flashes down. "...Ghh. ...not yet. Not...done...yet." ... loading....
Majima Goro	UTSUHO REIUJI has flown next to him. Ryuji Goda has already seen what he can do. What she specializes in. And as those suns start to move, he moves--away. Is he fleeing the combat scene? ... As the flames billow outward, he does not outrun them. He's stopped. In front of the takoyaki cart. Arms and legs wide-stanced, as...somehow, through some miracle, he manages to save that, if nothing else. ...once the flames subside, he lands on one knee, both hands on the other one. He's still breathing. He's sputtering for air, but he's breathing. Through gritted teeth. Laced and patterned with bleeding cuts everywhere. "...Shit." He says. "...none of you fucks are Kazuma Kiryu anyway. Who the *fuck* set me up?!"
Yuuki Kuran	"He saved the takoyaki cart! Yay!" Yuuki leaps -- extremely high, if need be, using nearby walls and light fixtures as hand and foot-holds -- to high-five Utsuho. "Nice explosion!" Dropping back to the ground, she adds two-tugs to her lapel with a smirk. "I'm Yuuki Kuran. Director of the Concord, and I'm very, very hungry. What's your special, Ryuji Goda? I've been asking, and now, since we won, you have to dish it up." She whips out the round-edged rectangle of an all-black plastic card with single golden magnetic strip that radiates Money power. "I'll pay, of course. Let's eat!"
Brooklynn Bailey	"Yes, because at the rate we are going one of us is going to die if we continue going at each other like this...and right now that is looking more like you than me.  I'm not a fan of killing or hurting people but it's not like I was left a choice," Brooklynn says with a shake of her head.  "Also, why not banter?" "Understanding comes from communication, even if violence is happening.  It's not arrogance or pride, but a strategy like any other.  However, it appears some people are extremely unhappy with talking with their fighting or having their views put on the lines," She shrugs, though appreciates Yuuki more for agreeing with her. "I am not here for you, I was here for the food.  I have no idea what anyone else is for, except maybe her.." she points at Yuuki, "..and her..." pointing at the Hell Raven.  "Look, in the spirit of cooperation, I am willing to take down my negative review and try out your cart, and let bygones be bygones." "So yes, what's the special?"
C	Shaking his head, as all the fighting and firepower dies down, C turns a critical eye towards Cloud. That Yuuki Kuran ... had an infectuous charisma. She reminded him a lot of Rean, or maybe Towa -- and that brought a perturbed feeling to his chest. "Hmph.." Talking to her would do him no good, and besides that, he felt fairly shot-called by their earlier interaction, and so he leaves her be at the food cart. His, and by extension, Cloud's job here was finished and he could safely leave all the clean up to the rest of those present. Although, taking advantage of Pramanix's willingless to be helpful did make him feel /slightly/ bad, he still makes a motion with his hand towards his hired mercenary and turns away, beginning to leave. Speaking of whom, his combat ability was stellar. Unlike most help he'd found in the multiverse so far, he didn't require direct aide or supervision to carry out tasks ... the reactor had nearly been a disaster. Of course, the help had been what made his operation possible, but he didn't hear the end of it for /days/ from that shitty Duke about Grier almost actually blowing the power grid. However, he didn't feel he could trust Cloud to do more than his job. He was in it for the money, nothing more, and nothing less. And Crow, particular in his inspection of others' nature, had the distinct impression that even that money didn't have a strong sway over him. He was incredibly useful, but keeping him on his side of the board would be difficult. He'd need to address that, sooner or later.
Cloud Strife	There's a lot going on on the battlefield, and it becomes a little difficult to keep focus, at least to the degree Cloud Strife wished to when dealing with an opponent of this caliber. Despite all the blustering on his side they seemed to have enough to back it up. He had swung and positioned his hilt slightly above his waist with his blade held diagonal in preparation for another brutal sequence of attacks- but the raw energy of the following sequence of attacks that follow after he regains his stance is enough to blow him skidding back, and the pressure radiating off of the axe-kick Hibiki performed to the point he has to slam his sword into the ground to stop himself from getting knocked off balance and ruining any chance at a follow up he had. He's moments away from backing up as instructed by the others in the area before he stalls his movements, looking up and seeing Utsuho preparing her finishing attack. It's unfortunate, as it means that he's much closer to the epicenter than he'd like to, causing him to skid back, sword tearing through the ground as it struggles to fight against the force emanating from the sheer power of her attack. He cannot help but wonder if this was the kind of thing that people in the multiverse were capable of idly as the fallout finally clears, leaving his hair strangely free of dust. It looks like he's still standing but unable to fight. Cloud closes his eyes for a moment and returns to a proper standing posture, taking his blade out of its entrapment of stone and twirls it freely with one hand, not unlike a fan, before ending its encirclement place behind his back. "Mission Accomplished." The mercenary pauses for a moment, regarding Yuuki and Brooklynn over his shoulder. "I don't care about it. Talk all you want, it was just a recommendation." He states firmly before turning away to follow Crow without another word unless spoken to again.
Big Boss	As Monkey's hits are blocked, he nods. Normally, he'd keep fighting. But... It seems Ryuji Goda has decided what he wants to defend. "That cart is important to you. Hone your swordsmanship, and protect it with your life. We'll meet again, someday." He has no idea if that's true, but he's going to say bullshit anyways... As he clicks the beam saber off, places it on his side, and leaps back into the alleyways to screw off elsewhere.
Utsuho Reiuji	Utsuho lowers her arms as the suns subside. Honestly, that took a lot out of *her* too. She has these powers, but she's still mastering them... she's never tried to do anything with that kind of restraint before, and keeping everything moving *without* accidentally throwing one out of the mostly empty lot was hard. It doesn't help that Yatagarasu is excited. The eye in her chest looks around; the eye itself doesn't move, but the pupil does, as if focusing on different people. Utsuho covers it with her hand over her heart, but it doesn't help; the glow seeps out around her fingers anyway. She gives it up when Yuuki shows up for a high-five, since she only has one hand and options as to which one to use are limited. Fortunately, by that point Yatagarasu is starting to chill out; the eye looks around less, though the glow remains. "You started it," Utsuho reminds Ryuji, which is technically not entirely true, but he did threaten them first. "Anyway, I know what it's like. I have a weird me from another Hell too who's kind of a jerk and way dumber than I am. So you have to be better, right?" He did say he was from a different Kamurocho. "So I get it! I wonder if some people thought you were the other one? You just have to tell them which one you are, and sometimes that helps." She spots some folks leaving - C, Cloud, Mr. Monkey. Oh well, she thinks, more for her, given Yuuki is apparently buying, though she does squint at them for a moment. Has she seen any of them before...? She doesn't think so. "Ooh, are we getting takoyaki then?"
Majima Goro	Ryuji slowly gets up to his feet. Alright. He's not dying tonight. At least, it seems. The girl with the --incredibly good credit card he just stabbed seems to be alright with him. Good. He can't die here anyway. He slicks his hair back, perhaps tinging it inadvertently more strawberry blonde than he intended to. "...yeah? You want the special? ...I'll show you all the technique the master who taught me takoyaki showed me. It's on me. ...I got bigger squid to bread than beefing with all of you anyway, yeah? I got told that the other me and Kiryu were gonna be out here tonight. Pretty clear now that's bullshit. Soon as I find out who, there's gonna be a reckoning. But that's my job." He starts flipping open the food cart. There's cracking and popping of joints. "I'll deal with whoever the fuck thinks they're hot shit enough to play me like that soon enough." One bowl of batter. One bowl of octopus. The pickled red ginger. Green onion, tempura scraps, and a few extra sauces and spices. "...alright," He says, eyeing the food with the same intensity he was just willing to kill people with a moment ago. "....Let's get COOKING!" to be honest, if by this point you're not used to this breed of people being willing to pivot on a goddman dime, I don't know where you've been.
Karlan Nobles	SilverAsh: "We should move away." Pramanix: "Agreed. Let us never speak of this again." There's suns. That's not a thing that either of the siblings are used to looking at, and the elder is already moving back to just hoist the younger under his arm when Utsuho starts bringing down the fire in the most literal sense. The pair wait until the fires subside before finally emerging from their hiding place around the corner, sighing in relief when Ryuji finally seems ready to talk rather than shooting everyone in the everything. "N... No, I don't think any of us look like this Kazuma person." Pramanix starts, glancing around at the crowd, notably looking at Yuuki and Hibiki for a few moments. "... Definitely not. But in any case." She turns back to Ryuji and approaches him, settling in to a squat easily within reach. "Are you alright? This 'Kiryu'... There was someone that mistook you for him before all this, if I recall correctly. Did he do something to you?" SilverAsh seems wary, but he doesn't move to stop Pramanix. Instead, noting Yuuki's display of MONEY and also introducing herself by name, he approaches her and Ryuji directly! "Director Kuran. Sir Goda. It has been a pleasure to finally meet you both. This battle was truly exhilarating, was it not?" He takes out a business card and offers one to each of them (one at a time, of course). "I look forward to working with you both in the future." He bows at the waist, and then steps back while Pramanix deliberately avoids looking at any of that.
Hibiki Tachibana	Hibiki lands, but the nature of her attack makes it pretty messy. She stumbles slightly, looks up, sees Utsuho coming down--and then she's forced to get some real distance before anything else when things get extremely hot. She has to actually bring a hand up to her face to shield it with a wince.     "...He saved...the cart..." As it all dies down and she slowly lowers her limb, she comments in equal parts awe and flat-toned shock. He's way tougher than she gave him credit for, that's for sure. And now that she's not upset about her Fight Banter, she kind of feels bad about how hard he got smacked. He did aim a gatling gun at them, and also try to cut them up with a katana, but you know, that went both ways. People making sort-of-friends after being ready to battle into the ground with one another isn't that uncommon she's found.     While some of the others leave (she'll be seeing at least one of them again soon enough) and other go to seize their chance to get some delicious takoyaki, Hibiki steps over towards the miraculously intact cart herself. "...It sounds like you got set up, alright. But something tells me that's not that uncommon around here. I wouldn't be able to tell you who, I was just in the neighborhood."     This guy is something else, and apparently so is this district. She ends up holding up a single hand with two fingers. "Two, please."