Complications (Maverik)

[korin]

'How... gloomy...'

Korin sat at one of the stools at the front of the bar. The inside was dark, musky, and quiet. Korin's fake ID was tucked into his wallet, which was stored away in his pocket. As Korin tipped his glass back the mixture between vodka and coke poured down his throat, to slowly start to add more alcohol into his blood system. As he set down his glass the door flew open, bells jingling like an air raid alarm. Korin glanced back, squinting his eyes through the dim light. He was three large bikers walk into the bar western style. They entered, paused to look around while everyone stared at them, then continued to walk into the bar. Unfortunately as Korin turned back toward his drink, one of the smellier bikers took a seat beside the junior.

'Oh damn... please don't talk to me... whatever you do, don't talk to me. I don't want you stench-filled breath blowing in this direction any more than your deodorant-less sweat is.'

Korin's mind begged anything to keep this biker from opening his large bearded mouth. However as Korin raised his glass he felt the firm hand of the biker slap him on the back, causing the coke to over-tip and spill down Korin's shirt. The biker laughed slightly, the putrid aroma of his breath taking hold of Korin's nose and stabbing it over and over again. Korin turned to look into the man's drifting eyes, and Korin listened angrily as the fat-man spoke.

"Hey kid... what's a little twerp like you doing in a man's bar?"

A hiccup followed shortly thereafter. Korin's sharp tongue flicked itself within the sheathe, than as the covers for the weapon peeled apart, Korin shot in a quick stab.

"Listen old man, you're disgusting stench is scaring all but the scum you hang out with. How about you leave and take a shower."

The harsh whisper floated right by the man's ear, and as he heard it he too grew angry. Slowly he slid off his stool... well... more like fell off his stool. Once he hit the ground and stumbled to a better position, he spoke up with a loud booming voice.

"YOU WANNA FIGHT, BOY?!"

At this point everyone in the bar had turned to face the controversy, this included the biker's friends. As Korin stood up so did this old man's 'posse'.

"Listen old man, I didn't want to have to do this but.."

Korin quickly turned around, his hands curling around the sides of his stool. As he turned back, stepping forward hard with his left foot, the stood swung around and hammered into the biker's side. The old fat piece of shit stumbled to Korin's right, putting him in a nice position for Korin's follow up. As the junior dropped the stool to the side, he stepped forward first, then sent his right foot chamber up, and shoot out to smash into the man's chest. He stumbled back too steps before tripping on a chair leg, and smashing through an old wooden table.

"Looks like you lost your skills old ma-"

Korin was interrupted as a bottle smashed on the bar table. Looking back Korin saw three bikers looking at him, one holding the dull end of a sharp broken bottle.

'Oh fuck..'

[Maverik]

“Why do they always wait for me to take a night out… Why?” Maverik stood from his chair as the boy attacked the angered biker. He approached a nearby pool table, and picked up the cue ball. Sliding a long handkerchief from his pocket, he casually folded it to make a small pouch as he approached the group. He dropped the ball into the snug little hole as he heard the sound of glass shattering… “Excuse me gentlemen… But I don’t think that busting up this bar is going to get you much satisfaction…” He said casually, the ball and handkerchief hidden behind his back as he casually placed his hands there.

“Butt out! This ain’t got nothing to do with you!” One of them snarled as he turned to look at Maverik menacingly.

Maverik shook his head slowly. “Double negatives… You should have stayed in school… Now just walk away while you’re still capable.” He told them calmly.

“Oh that’s it! Get ‘im!” The middle one shouted. However, before any one of them even moved, Maverik had swung his arm around, slamming the make shift sling and it’s very dense center into the bridge of the bikers nose, causing him to drop his broken bottle and grab his face. Maverik whipped the weapon back, swinging it around casually, looking at the other two silently. One made a move to throw a punch, but Maverik slammed his sling into the guy’s fist, resulting in a loud crack, disfiguring his hand. He whipped it back and spun it again, and used his current state to swing it upwards and slam it hard into his groin. The biker’s eyes shot open before he dropped to the ground, clutching his crotch.

The third one turned to run as the one with the broken nose tried to lunge at Maverik. He pivoted and drove his foot squarely into the biker’s chest, sending him crashing back into someone’s table. He stood up and started to run, trying to follow his friend out the door, but Maverik swung the sling over his head and finally let go of one end, sending it crashing into the back of his skull and forcibly removing his consciousness.

“So now… What was a boy your age doing in a bar hmmm?” He asked, turning to the boy who had started the confrontation. “You’re a junior aren’t you? Korin or something…” He said with a frown. Maverik had an impeccable memory, and he had seen almost all the students’ profiles in the school system. Korin was one such student that he had recognized.

Suddenly the door’s burst open and a mass of large hairy men flooded the room. “Cowardly bunch these fellows…” He said quietly as he glared at their immense numbers.

“Tear this place apart!” One of them shouted, instigating a riot of sorts as the bikers charged the bar, overturning tables and starting fights with patrons.

“You started this fight kid… You better be ready to see it through…” He said in a warning tone as he dashed for the pool table, pausing only to run up the chest of one of the bikers, kicking him across the face and sending him flying to the right as Maverik spun and landed, running the last length and grabbing a pool cue, turning and jamming it squarely into the chest of another biker. This was indeed going to be an interesting night…

[Kazuki Akimoto]

'A nice night out, tonight...But it feels almost out of sorts.'

Smirking faintly to himself as he walked, his frame covered in a long, dark duffel coat, he shook his head a moment and sighed quietly... 'I guess I'm still in a frame of mind suited to being back in Varron...'

Indeed, the streets were almost silent on the outside, but he knew full well that in any of the bars he saw on the roadside as he walked, there would be no such quiet. Inside, patrons and staff would be bustling around in varying degrees of custom, music playing, glasses tapping against counter tops, the murmur of drunken, slurred conversation...Things he did miss from The Edge, but was gradually letting go of.

However, the breaking of a window ahead of him, on the other side of the road, caught his attention. Pausing in his stride, he turned slightly to face the scene unfolding in front of him as a slightly older male quickly scrambled from the doorway, making hasty tracks in his direction and as far as he could get from the bar. Quickly crossing over, he stepped in front of the rather unnerved gentleman and blocked his path, using his arms to halt him...

"Why such a rush...?"

"What the hell do you mean by that? Can't you see what's going on over there"

"The bar? I guess it's a brawl then...?"

"You could say that, but there's one gang taking on two guys, probably around your age if not a little younger...Listen, let me past, I'm not getting caught up in that mess, it's your funeral if you want to find out the rest..."

Stepping aside, shrugging his shoulders lightly, Taiku gave passage to the gentleman and turned back to the lit section of the street where the shards of glass from the window lay scattered on the concrete sidewalk, an expression of musing interest on his face. There were two groups of people he knew were capable of getting into fights of that nature...One of them, he was a former member of. The other, he doubted their presence would be in this area of the city...

"Varronites, gotta love 'em....." he muttered, snickering quickly and setting off towards the door with a slightly more prompt intent. He did not need to look inside to know the resulting riot was nothing short of enjoyable, but the sight of leather jackets and stonewash jeans almost had him in convulsions of laughter...

Bikers, it'd been so long since he'd been able to fight against bikers....

Without a second word, he slipped inside and unbuttoned his coat, flicking the lapels lightly to free up some room for him to move more easily, tilting his head with a slow glance at one of the fighters, obviously a Varronite. The kid looked barely past seventeen, and he rolled his eyes at how easily counterfeit I.D was procured in cities like this...He cared little for the fact they were drinking, everyone to their own, but they did not posess the constitution for liquor that someone closer to his age did, on top of that they were often brash and quick to rile up when drinking, creating trouble for themselves.

Needless to say, he'd be asking the kid about it afterwards, when the present situation was dealt with. He had only a moment to wait before the first of the offending group made an advance on him, swinging the leg of a barstool at his head in a wide, flailing motion. Tutting quietly, he shot his arm up, catching the attacking arm by the wrist and weaving down, through the space under the arm and twisting it round sharply, bringing his free arm up to drive the point of his elbow suddenly into the back of the guys head, dealing him a nasty blow that would easily stun him enough to stagger away a little, dropping his weapon. The weapon however, would now be in Taikus possession, and with only a split second between realisation of the situation and the conclusion of it, he would be able to do nothing but slip into darkness as the thick end of the makeshift club struck the side of his head with a sharp, vicious blow.

"Big, stupid, slow...It's like a room filled with punchbags on legs..." he remarked wryly, glancing at another who was raising his fist to strike down on one of the other patrons, clearly someone who had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time, before flicking his wrist and launching the club at him. It would serve only to garner his attention from the weaker opponent, but as it struck the side of his head it gave the other man enough time to spring from his seat and run quickly away.

"I'll rip you a new one, you little fuck....."

"Just try...." he shot back, smirking lightly and walking over quite nonchalantly, no discernable defence in place as he gave the biker ample time to swing for him. Needless to say, the attack came with little consideration, and with his reflexes far superior to the other mans, Taiku slipped past the blow and drove the heel of his hand upward into the underside of his foes jaw, taking him off of his feet slightly and rendering him incapacitated.

"Oh, come on...If this is all it would take, maybe I should just let the two who set this all off deal with you.....Hang on, I saw one of them, where's the other....?"

Realising this, he quickly considered that the younger male he had seen would likely be with the other Varronite, and made his way to where he had seen him before, weaving through the ruckus gracefully before finding nothing there, they had moved somewhere else in the room, but it was almost impossible to stay still long enough to see around...

"Hey, you that quick little fucker who's beating on our boys?"

"Maybe.....Are you the slow-witted morons who're coming for a taste of what they got?"

No response came, and as he turned around he was almost amused to see the pair of guys standing a little ways from him, before the bottle came crashing against the back of his head....Dropping to his knees, he shook his head quickly and glanced up to see a set of boots coming in at him quickly...Reacting only as he could think, he shot both palms out against the attacking shins, using the force in their kicks as well as his own strength to shunt him back to his feet before twisting back sharply, sending his elbow into the unprepared face of the biker who'd bottled him just a moment ago, deciding to instead stand and laugh rather than take his chance....

His face no longer calm and pleasant, he sprung at the two with force, shifting his stride enough to twist on the heel of his back foot, sending the other leg side-on into the stomach of the first one, knocking the wind from him and sending him onto his back as a result of the forceful blow, snapping his arm out to grab the remaining one by the throat tightly, squeezing slowly and adding more pressure to the hold before driving his fist into the wheezing face he held prone, putting him down in a bloody mess....

"Pricks..That hurt..."

Reaching up to his head, he felt a small patch of sticky wetness, bringing his fingertips back down to see a small smear of blood on them, he groaned quietly and turned to the back end of the bar. Looking ahead at the pool table, he almost put it down to the impact of the bottle perhaps blurring his vision, but he could have sworn....

'Couldn't be....could it?'

Approaching with a gradually increasing pace, he stayed near the bar for a moment before picking up a small glass from it, gripping onto the wood a second and springing atop it, dashing the last, short distance to the pool table before hopping off, shunting his heel into the nearest collarbone to him and sending the guy down as his weight suddenly found itself bearing Taiku entirely on the right side of his collarbone, the bone cracking under the pressure and bringing the man to his knees before slumping forward. Seizing the opportunity, with a swift motion Taiku pitched the glass into the back of a final bikers head, the impact stunning the man a moment as he reached up to cover the struck area only to have his arm caught, twisted quickly back and pushed forward into the apex of the riot.

'Sweet Jesus, it is....'

Pushing the man head-first into the wood trim of the pool table, he shoved him aside and took a familiar position next to a familiar face, sporting a familiar smirk....

"So, Maverik, it seems that you've been keeping yourself busy...." he quipped, glancing a little past him and raising an eyebrow, "Who's the kid? Friend of yours?"

[korin]

Korin watched as an older fellow fended off the others, and himself was disappointed that he didn't think of the clever sling. However as the man started talking to him Korin froze in his spot. He knew his name? He knew his grade? Who the fuck was this guy? Korin had no idea. However before he had to make any answers, the Junior noticed more men coming into the bar, and started simply destroying random things. As the older fellow went off to fight Korin sighed. He hadn't expected what was supposed to be a dull peaceful afternoon to get so exciting. However that was not the least of it, now they would be expecting attacks, unlike Korin's first victim who he simply brought down with good timing.

"Fuck... why does this always happen TO ME!?"

Korin snapped around, his hands searching quickly behind the bar as he leaned over it, until he found his hands closed around a solid wood baseball bat. He slid back to his side of the bar, only to see a biker waiting with his fist pulled back for a sucker punch. Ducking the fist, Korin could only think to shoot forward and hit the guy with his shoulder in order to floor him. As the biker fell onto his back and looked up, all he would see was the fast approaching bottom of Korin's left shoe. Then he would see darkness. Korin stepped over the man's unconscious body, swinging his bat around to a biker who was facing the other direction while his grubby hands had taken hold of a man who was just trying to get away. The bat cracked on the side of the bikers skull, sending him stumbling to the bar, where he looked at Korin and struggled to put together what had just happened.

Soon he realized that Korin had hit him, and he pushed himself off the bar and began to advance to Korin. As he did so Korin stepped forward hard, ducking low and swinging his bat around to hit the side of the man's kneecap, smashing hard and dislodging it from it's original position. As the man hit the ground face first, Korin let himself add to that impact by forcing his foot onto the back of the man's falling head, thus making his face crash through the old wooden floor.

As Korin chuckled to himself he felt two solid points hit his back, one about ten inches higher than the other. As Korin stumbled forward, nearly dropped his bat, he turned his head backward. As he saw a biker holding a stool behind him, it didn't take him long to realize what had happened. Quickly he flung the bat around, for the lower part of the man's body, letting it fly three meters after he threw it before the biker blocked it with his stool. However as he blocked it the force smashed both stool and bat, making both useless. The biker tossed down the wooden remains, and reached for his pocket to pull out something scarier than any stool.

"Fuck.."

Korin's eyes widened as he watched the biker advance toward him, holding a hunting knife. Korin was always taught to run in a knife fight, because you always get caught... but he had no where to run. Korin leaned back against the bar table, his hands on the counter behind him. As the man came forward he put his weight on his hands and brought his knees up, shooting out both of his feet for the man's kneecaps. As he did so the man feel forward right beside Korin, the knife landing on the counter. Korin grabbed it as the man started to stand up.

"Shit..." The biker said. The old man's hand came up flat on the counter and started moving around in search of the knife. Well the hand found it, but that was only because Korin forced the blade through the man's hand and deep into the wooden table. This was only moments before Korin slid off the counter and kneed the screaming man in the jaw, sending teeth in a hand-ful onto the ground.

'Shit... this kind of thing always happens to me... this is going to be a pain in the ass.'

Korin glanced over to see where the other man had gone, only to see him seemingly engaging in conversation with another man. With them both over there Korin knew that his safest bet was to get there as well, so he looked for the fastest route.

Korin's eye caught what seemed to be a biker facing a table. Looking closer Korin noticed the biker was stomping on a chair, trying to separate a chair leg from the hole thing to use as a weapon. Korin charged at the man, sprinting past the tables. As he came up behind him his right hand went to his lower back, and Korin's left hand grabbed onto the man's hair. He used his momentum to fling the man forward, which ended up with him going soaring over the table and flying through a small window leading into a thin alley beside the bar. He heard the man crash into garbage bins outside of it, and not even utter a groan. With that man token care of Korin turned to look for the path he had seen before, but was unhappy to see that it was blocked off by the biker and a bouncer fighting.

"This shit is getting out of hand..."

[Maverik]

As the fight continued on, Maverik kept near the pool table, partly because it gave him room to move, and partly so that the bikers couldn’t access the myriad of weapons within that area. He spun the pool cue over his head and watched as two more bikers approached him angrily. “This is sad… If there were any less of you it wouldn’t even be mildly entertaining…” He muttered to himself as he continued to spin the staff around him, moving its position constantly, keeping it moving at a blurred speed. Both bikers started to retreat as he approached them, their eyes watching the weapon as it spun creating what would probably look like an impenetrable shield to their eyes. Maverik cornered them and with a quick one-two hit, smacked them both hard across the face, stunning them long enough to allow him to ram the thick end into the bottom of one’s jaw, and swing it around to shatter the others teeth as he slammed it into his mouth.

With those two incapacitated, he turned and dashed back to where he had been, jamming the thin end of the pole between the ribs of a biker who was trying to get a cue himself. As the man’s arm shot back down and covered the injury, Maverik dashed forwards, his hands in the middle of the pole as he swung out each side, one after the other, smacking him repeatedly in the head, and finishing it off by throwing a side kick into the stunned man’s chest. He was thrown back and crashed into a nearby table, breaking it and sending wooden splinters everywhere.

Turning around, he ran up one bikers back, dropping down and slamming his elbow into the top of his head, creating a nasty wound and a generating a rather painful scream from the biker. He kicked in the back of the man’s knee, dropping him forwards, and delivered a powerful kick to his temple, slamming him into a nearby wall. He then leapt up onto the pool table, and with great dexterity, he stuck his foot under a pool ball, and flung it into the air, spinning and slamming it like a baseball with the cue. The dense ball rocketed across the room and slammed a biker in the bone just above his eye. But with enough momentum left to rebound back into another’s cheek. “Two for one” He grinned.

A biker suddenly jumped up onto the table. Broken bottle in each hand. Maverik grinned as he obviously thought he had him outmaneuvered like this. He started swinging and Maverik dodged each blow, receiving only a slight cut across his cheek before spinning the cue to distract him and then kicking him back. Maverik snapped the stick in half, and beckoned the guy to try again, ignoring the blood that trickled down his face. As the large man charged again, Maverik moved quickly, smacking each wrist hard, forcing him to drop the bottles. He then jammed the sharp broken end of the thicker one into the man’s thigh, causing a yelp of pain in the burly man. Maverik then stomped his foot down hard on the protruding end, jamming it further into his flesh. Blood flew from the wound, and Maverik delivered an upwards side kick to throw him up, off the table and remove his ability to stay awake.

Before Maverik could even remark on the last biker, another one tried to swing a knife at his feet, but he simply stood on the offending hand, and rolled it forwards, spinning the biker into a bent over position. And with one swift move, he slammed his free foot down, shattering the bikers elbow and dislocating his shoulder. He suddenly felt the table vibrate as someone else jumped up, and was ready to fight before he heard that all to familiar voice as Kazuki Shinato’s back pressed up against his own. “Never met him before tonight. He goes to Hircine though” He replied with a grin. “Guess you just couldn’t resist a good biker brawl huh?” As he said this, Korin stood at the base of the table and remarked about the fight. “You kidding kid? These one’s don’t even have guns” He joked as he turned and nodded to Kazuki. “Cleanup time I guess” He said with a smirk.

[Kazuki Akimoto]

"You know how it is...For all my changes, this might be the one thing that remains constant. I can't ever pass up a good opportunity to fight in these situations. I guess you're just a bad influence on me. I've been a real good boy these last few months, y'know...."

Grinning lightly, he raised an eyebrow at the younger mans remark before chuckling quietly..."Take it from us, this is tame compared to how things got back East."

Tilting his head back a little towards Maverik, he spoke just loudly enough to be heard over the background noise of the brawl, a fleeting moment of speech before he hopped from the green felt of the table and back into the frey....

"There's about nine or ten of them left, split it through the middle?"

As his feet left the green, he sprung forward and launched his free foot into the centre of a solar plexus, the recipient doubling over quickly as the wind left his lungs, his breath sapped in an instant as his palms clutched to his chest, desperately trying to suck in a little air as the scruff of his neck was gripped somewhat viciously, a knee shooting up from below and crashing into his nose with a horrible, wet smack that brought him back to his full height, only to be grabbed once more and brought down, head-first, into the corner of the bar-top with a final, cracking blow. Dropping him loosely from his grip, Taiku smirked and turned away, approaching the younger kid who was still fighting somewhat close to Maverik.

"I do hope you're capable of dealing with a few of these, if not I guess you'd better just holler when you need some help?", quipping lightly, a raised eyebrow as he slipped past him and sprung forward, his foot planting against the edge of a chair and using it as leverage to bring him over a table that stood in his way, at least, that stood between him and the two bikers he'd picked out of the bag...

The brief spell in the air, short as it might have been, left him vulnerable only for a moment, but the stool that was thrown in his direction could only be borne with raised arms to withstand its force, bringing him to a rather sudden stop and landing that forced him to find his bearings for a brief moment. In such a time, the gap between him and the two opponents in front of him would close to almost nothing as they charged him, broken bottles their weapon of choice as they lunged the blades of glass towards his stomach...

'Shit....Faster than the average, if nothing else...'

The foe to his left was easily avoided as he weaved to the right, but the other was not quite as unfortunate, the points of the bottle nicking at the side of his long coat, the thick material all that prevented the shards of glass from ripping into his skin. Steeling himself, he backed away a moment before regaining his composure...Glancing beyond them, something caught his eye and made him wonder...One of the bikers hadn't so much as moved yet aside from smacking about a few of the bystanders, seeming more interested in watching the show around him.

'Leader? Maybe....Still, for now it can wait....'

Dashing forward swiftly, he intercepted a second lunge from the second of the attackers, the one who had missed completely on his first attack, weaving his arm over the bikers and curling his palm under before wrenching back, applying a sudden shunt of pressure to the limb that brought forth a muted crack. As the arm fell limp in his grasp, the bottle falling from his fingers and shattering on the floor, he twisted his body, using the entrapped limb to bring the man to the ground on his back before Taikus heel would come down on his forehead sharply. The impact would render him to the darkness as he glanced over his shoulder, the remaining biker hesitant to approach him after seeing the method with which his comrade had been dealt with....

"What's holding you back? Are you scared of what I could do to you, or are you just too stupid to turn and run properly...?"

Dropping the arm he had held onto, holding his previous opponent in place as he dealt his final blow , he turned completely and dropped his hands, slipping them into his pockets before tilting his head a little, giving something of an inquisitive look to the fighter in front of him.

"Come on, I'm making it all the more simple for you. I'm not even able to defend myself without my hands, am I? Why don't you just attack me, or would you rather I turned my back from you again, so you can attack my blind spot?"

Raising an eyebrow as the biker began to approach, albeit slowly and cautiously, he tutted quietly before sprinting the few steps needed to bring the two of them within melee range, his hand shooting from his pocket and clasping around his opponents neck, the other hand swiping quickly at the incoming bottle and knocking it free, leaving his opponent unarmed and trapped.

"Pathetic. Not even worth the fight....", sighing slowly as he spoke, he flicked his head forward in a sudden blow, driving his forehead into his opponents face and taking him from the fight in a single crushing blow, pushing him backwards and letting him fall to the ground in a heap, unconscious and useless as a foe.

Turning back, he began to make his way over to the other two before his eyes caught the man he had spotted a few moments ago on the move. Hardly moving quickly by any means, he was not hesitant in his movements as the others had been for him, and as he neared he understood why. The long, thick chain that hung from one of his hands was a pretty formidable looking weapon, could easily do some severe damage if it landed a hit. Springing off his mark, he set the heel of his hand on the edge of the table he had leapt over before, pushing down against the wood firmly and bringing his body into the air in a swift, close vault.

Stopping in front of the guy, he glanced at him with a curious smirk...He was a little bigger than he'd thought, a little tougher looking too. Not to mention he wore similar colours to someone he remembered from a while back. Sneering slowly, he shook his head and swung for him, a quick strike to his face that landed perfectly, putting the bigger fighter back a step or so.

"That isn't all, is it...?", he said with a sigh, glancing at the biker as he sent back a dry smirk and sent back a fist of his own, quick enough to put Taikus defence just on edge as he weaved against it, his arm raising to shoulder the brunt of the impact, enough to stagger him back a little. Lowering his fist from the shield, he found himself stalemated against the larger male for a moment, neither willing to give ground to the other before Taiku shot forward, a fist flying quickly to his opponents stomach.

Seeing through the blow, the biker would lower his arm with intent to deflect it, but he would not see the feint that was coming with it as Taiku retracted the arm sharply, his left arm coming quickly over his defences and striking squarely into the other males face as they both came to a stop in front of one another, Taikus back to Maverik and the other guy with him.

No time would be wasted however, as the biker attempted to exact revenge for the punch that snuck through his defence. Swinging the chain at him with a quick, heavy revolution of his arm, Taiku reacted as best he could, raising his arm to bear the impact of the chain as it began to wrap around his arm, snapping to a tight knot. Finding himself being jerked toward his opponent, a knee met his stomach and brought him forward a little, his free arm clutching his gut as he glanced up to see the unarmed fist closing in on him.

'You get one lucky hit, that's all...'

Using the heel of his hand to absorb the impact of the blow, he clenched his fingers around the fist and held him fast, his grip far stronger than the other man would have expected, as he called over his shoulder loudly...

"Maverik! Finish this guy off, will ya? I'm a little....tied up here!"

[korin]

Korin heard the two speaking, a smirk coming upon his face as he realized that the two had a past bond. That meant naturally they would fight better because they wanted to show their friends how they had improved since last time. Korin knew much about the psychology of fighters in all situations, as a silent observer of many street fights, and the winner to many fight tournaments in his past. However Korin still found himself troubled in a situation where 9 seemed to remain, and all of them had to split. That meant Korin would have to deal with three, and he wasn't used to fighting in such a closed space. However he felt himself gain new confidence when the older man told him that if he needed help to call him. Korin simply glanced over at the man, an emotionless cold face was returned by Korin.

'Help? Don't make me laugh...'

Korin turned to the nearest footsteps, only to see a biker attempting to sneak up on him. Before the biker could even react to getting caught, Korin's hand was already closing around the stripped six ball. As he brought his hand back off the pool table, the man attempted to charge in. However once Korin flung the ball at him, he could only attempt to put his hands in front of his face. Unfortunately for the man, that wasn't Korin's target. He learn this as the pool ball smashed into his left shin, causing him to lose balance and have to support himself on a nearby table, so distracted that Korin couldn't help but come running in. The Junior leaped off his left leg diagonally toward the table. As his right foot planted on it he bent his knee as to crouch suspended in the air on the side of the table before leaping off, using his jumping right foot to swing around and slam into the biker's temple, sending him stumbling until he fell onto a chair.

Korin laughed as the man pushed himself to his feet, the biker's younger opponent was already quickly striding toward him. As the old man turned to face his opponent all his face caught eye of was Korin's left fist, which slammed into the biker's nose. The cartilage gave way under the impact, and the biker was sent over the chair where he landed flat on his back. Korin finished by grabbing that very chair, and swinging it around behind him before arching it over his head. Then the junior slammed it down on his opponent, shattering the old wood.

"Amateur."

As Korin started to turn he felt a heavy boot hit his back, forcing him forward. Korin barely had enough thinking time to roll forward and back up to his feet, turning to face his opponent. The large biker had a smug smirk on his face, obviously satisfied on the cheap shot he had just delivered Korin. As the junior began to back up, he heard footsteps thudding behind him before he heard the whoosh of a fast moving object. Korin ducked down and backed up diagonally, barely avoiding the table leg that had been aimed at his head. Now he had two at a time to deal with, and one had a weapon. They backed Korin into a wall, which frankly Korin was more comfortable with than having the risk of a cheap attack from behind.

"Face it kid, your dead." The unarmed biker said. In agreement, rather than nodding, the aimed biker shot forward, flinging the table leg over his head and aiming for the top of Korin's skull. As Korin shot to the right, he heard the solid table leg ripping through the weak wood behind him, that meant that the biker would be stuck with a large opening, and without looking Korin brought his left leg up and shot a side-kick, finally looking over half way through the attack to see it was headed for the right place. The bottom of Korin's shoe slammed into the man's exposed rib-cage. This sent him down onto his back, and left his weapon dangling out of the wall. Korin turned to grab the weapon, taking hold of it only to feel a huge forced hit his side. The other man had thrown himself into Korin, forcing both of them part way through the wall, which allowed Korin some room to get his hand in between the two and bush the biker back. Before the man could regain his forward momentum, Korin was already coming forward, his right hand swinging along with the table leg swinging with it. As it smashed into the side of the man's jaw, the man flew to the ground. The man's large body hitting the floor before his tooth did.

"You pieces of scum, is that all you can do?" Korin commented. As he did this the previously armed man got up, still holding his rib cage.

A large shout was heard as the man drove a kick into Korin's low cross-armed block. The mere forced send Korin back into the wall, and one sheet of wood on the wall gave away quickly. The man backed up, winding up for another kick, as Korin leaped to the side, rolling up to his feet in a more open part of the bar.

"I'm waiting for you to interest me you foul smelling ape." Korin's sharp tongue took a stab at the man. The man stepped forward, throwing up a poorly-executed kick right up into Korin's block. However this time the block was a table leg flying down to collide with the kick, which smashed into the lower shin of the man, causing his foot to shoot back down and his mouth to cry out in pain.

"Game over..." Korin commented. His left foot overstepped his right, and Korin used this to spin backward to send a spinning back-kick. It flung around until Korin's heel planted on the side of the man's head, which sent him spinning to the floor. The impact was hard, causing the whole bar to shake. That particular biker had been quite fat. As a groan was heard, Korin brought the table leg up and down one more time, crashing into the man's forehead before it was released to fall to the side. Now all three bikers who had decided to attack Korin were unconscious, and one main scum seemed to remain.

"This'll be interesting..."