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Post by Shinsuke Baba on Jun 15, 2020 4:44:53 GMT
"Shame, cuz I'm in the mood for a dance," he said as he held his arms out and let the rain hit him all over. Once Leon finished his drink, the umbrella slowly fell to the side and allowed them to both be exposed. Baba pulled at the coat and tossed it behind himself, revealing the tattoo that covered his entire back, arms, and some of his chest.
Spinning in place, Shinsuke would stop only after several rotations and when he faced the other man directly. "No better way to show conviction than a dance, after all," he grinned wider now.
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Post by Leon on Jun 15, 2020 4:51:02 GMT
Leon himself would do the same lifting a hand up and tossing his jacket and shirt to the side to reveal the cacophony of scars riddling his body as well as the tattoo of the Lightning Gang of his youth starting on his right shoulder and spiraling over his back chest, side and neck with the letters LG spelled out in it's center. Though the small street gang was no more and gave way to this Raijin Clan of yakuza families, it was still plastered on him like his past.
He would keep his left side facing Shinsuke as he bent his legs just slightly and hunched his back a bit leaving his left arm low and his right crossing his chest to rest the fist just under his chin.
"Then dance."
His smile was still only just creeping across his whole face still. He couldn't wait to see the strength of the new Lieutenant advisor.
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Post by Shinsuke Baba on Jun 15, 2020 5:11:28 GMT
Baba wasted no further time. The moment he knew Leon was ready, Baba's arms came in, tucked at the elbow, and he pushed forward off his right foot, lunging with the left leg. He swung with his left arm in a wide haymaker for Leon's face. The intent was to guide it into the makings of a forced grapple if it missed, to bring things into his realm a little quicker.
But he expected more from the dragon.
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Post by Leon on Jun 15, 2020 5:28:02 GMT
Leon saw him move and go on the attack, which was good for him. This was the first proper fight he would of been in, in some years. Having gotten used to sitting and talking the last decade or so. Instinct and need wanted him to press through the punch and use the only thing he had continued to train over the years and just barrel into Shinsuke. But, it was a hard habit to kick once the punch slammed into his face and cross over Leon's lower left fist would swing up aimed for Shinsuke's exposed ribs.
Leon would be remiss not to mention the white flash that crossed his eyes from the punch. He really needed to get back in the game, but for now he just wanted to enjoy this fight. Nothing behind it besides the fun. No reason, no big bet, no life or death threat... His blood was pumping for sure.
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Post by Shinsuke Baba on Jun 15, 2020 5:37:26 GMT
Shinsuke didn't expect Leon to take the hit, let alone stay standing afterward, but it caused his eyes to go wide with excitement. Before he could react much, he took a hit to his ribs that made his body jump up a bit, causing him to spit up a little. He wasn't expecting the force - most others couldn't really make him feel much, so there was even more reason for excitement.
"MAKE ME FEEL!" he shouted with a laugh. His arm from the punch would quickly hook around after, intent on snaking around Leon's neck and wrapping it under his arm to put him in a hold.
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Post by Leon on Jun 15, 2020 5:54:08 GMT
~Shit~
with the wrap Leon left his fist against Shinsuke's ribs sliding it down his body to his pant waist hooking his thumb in to hold him back and spreading his feet apart to give himself a lower center of gravity. He didn't know the plan Oni-Baba had with wrapping his arm around Leon's head, but he knew what he would do in that situation. He'd try throwing some punches into Baba's gut with his free arm.
Shinsuke was taller than Leon, but he wondered if he would have the kind of experience that allowed him to keep up with Baba's youthful energy. There is an old saying about how both experience should fear youth and youth should fear experience. When they clash it's a crap shoot, fifty/fifty on who wins.
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Post by Shinsuke Baba on Jun 15, 2020 6:01:46 GMT
Baba took the hits to his gut, grunting through the pain. Some blood rushed up, being spit through his teeth as he attempted to resist the pain, and if it weren't for the adrenaline it might have already made him back off. Shinsuke wasn't about to back down when he finally found someone else capable of hurting him, however.
With his free hand, Baba would hook under one of Leon's punching arms to both lessen the blows received, but also to provide himself another point of leverage. With a heave, he would lift Leon just enough to get him off balance, before falling back to bring Leon's head crashing into the ground behind him.
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Post by Leon on Jun 15, 2020 21:44:22 GMT
Leon felt the pressure on his neck and upper back as weight shifted and they fell back driving Leon's head into the ground, causing another white flash over his eyes and blood now staining his blonde hair. Leon would throw a leg over Shinsuke to get in a top mount position using his left hand now to reach for Oni-Baba's wrist or hand if it were still holding his head to grip and try to wrench it and twist to get him to let go while he tried to drive a few more punches into Shinsuke's abdomen area.
~Strong fucker...~
This was not an ideal position for either of them really, but Shinsuke's hits were having more effect than Leon's and he hadn't been this active in a while.
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Post by Shinsuke Baba on Jun 15, 2020 21:59:59 GMT
Shinsuke had expected Leon to go down from a hit like that, since literally anyone else would have based on his experience. So, he let his guard down, and Leon was able to get a successful mount, though his head was still kept under Baba's arm. Against Leon's superior strength, the hold wouldn't last very long, so he'd try to hold it only long enough to release Leon's arm he'd been holding and curl it inward at the elbow.
The moment the hold around Leon's head was broken, he'd jostle his hips and twist his body to the side, throwing a mad right elbow to the left side of Leon's head. He grit his teeth all the while, smiling even as blood continued to find its way between his teeth and down his lips.
Shinsuke never felt so alive as he did in a fight.
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Post by Leon on Jun 16, 2020 4:27:40 GMT
As the strike to his head slapped across it he felt like he was floating. Sound didn't make it to his ears and his vision shook in every direction. He had very little control over his body which was all on instinct, trying to keep up a fighting stance. It was almost as if the lights were one, but no one was home. He wasn't swinging, but he wasn't falling down either.
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Post by Shinsuke Baba on Jun 16, 2020 4:30:55 GMT
Baba would have taken it as a sign of weakness and disrespect for someone to end the fight before he called it. To not see it through. So what he was about to do was, in his own eyes, the greatest showing of respect he could have in the moment. As Leon got into a more stable position, Shinsuke pulled in his right arm, before shooting his fist out in a cross, aiming to pop Leon in the chin with Baba still beneath him. There wasn't much intuition here, though - like Leon himself, he was on the edge, but Baba was an animal.
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Post by Leon on Jun 16, 2020 4:42:04 GMT
Leon would fall over from the punch, his vision was black, but his eyes were open. He wasn't sure where he was, but he knew there had been a fight or there was a fight going on right now. Laying there his body reached out with a groan to scrape and scratch to drag himself. He was basically unconscious, but the will power of the old Leon. The monster of the old system... It didn't want to give up yet. But there was only so much it could do to fight the damage done to his brain at this point.
Finally after a second his body would stop moving and he would drift into sweet slumber.
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Post by Shinsuke Baba on Jun 16, 2020 6:16:38 GMT
It was funny, thhe number of things Baba could have done once Leon hit the ground. He let out a soft laugh as the rain pelted his face, though his body was on fire and he scarcely felt it. Was this a victory? To have the old Lightning Dragon hit the ground before him? If he were to do his job... maybe. It could be. But as he felt his consciousness fade, he knew this to not be the case. Black flickered in front of his eyes, even as they remained open.
"Not bad for an old fuck," he managed, spitting blood from his lips before his head hit the concrete and he faded to black.
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