A Path of My Own
Apr 24, 2004 3:01:56 GMT
Post by Musashi on Apr 24, 2004 3:01:56 GMT
Musashi flew for what seemed like hours, the ocean bobing and churning beneath him. He was tired, and hungry, but he kept himself moving towards his goal. When he finally reached the land, Musashi flew lower. When he saw what looked to be a midsized city, he landed well beyond the outskirts, hoping to avoid attracting unessesary attention. As he walked into the city, he crossed broken pavement and run down buildings. He asked a bystander where he was and they told him, "Isysia". Walking in silence, the young saiyan projected an air of confidence in his motion, keeping the inevitable street thugs and grab and run muggers away from him.
He was nearing what he felt was the edge of the slum when he heard it, softly at first and then louder. A cry, and than a stifled shriek. He turned and saw the dark allyway with various rusty pipes hanging like serpents between the condemed industrial buildings. He knew it would be best to walk away, but something told him to procceed. The tall saiyan advanced down the narrow street and his eyes adjusted quickly to the dim light. Near a dead end ally he found them, six men, all between the ages of sixteen and twenty five. The scream he had heard was from a girl. In a glance, Musashi realized that she was not from this part of town. Her clothing was too neat and clean, and altogether to formal for this dump. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on and how it had gone down. Obviously she had been chased into this section of town only to end up face to face with a cold brick wall. Musashi appraise her condition and to see if she was in any immediate danger. Besides a deep tear in the fabric of her dress and a scraped elbow she seemed fine. He walked calmly forward towards the men.
At this point, they became aware of his presense, all of them turned, one had a lenth of chain in his hands, another a section of pipe. The apparent "leader" of the group bore a wicked looking curved hunting knife. They said to him "Walk away kid and you'll live to see another tommorrow."
Musashi looks the man calmly in the eye and says, [glow=green,2,300]"You men walk away slowly and leave the girl with me and we can all come away from this with our lives."[/glow]
His blood was boiling at these men now, and he fought to keep his calm, they were preying on a week and innocent victem who wouldn't fight back. The tension was palpable in the air and for a moment it looked like the group would abandon the fray, but the leader finally gave a shout and rushed at the saiyan warrior, and boyued by their numbers, the others rushed in as well.
The leader rushed Musashi, caught up in his charge, knife pointed out to ram the saiyan. Without exerting any ki, musashi side stepped his attack and grabbed the mans wrist with his right hand while he punched at his elbow with the palm of his left. There was a sickening crack as the arm snapped and Musashi simaltaneously swept the mans feet, sending him head first into the concrete, and out of the action. The others were reaching him now, and he heard from his left the whistle as the chain spun through the air. Musashi ducked and avoided the blow, stepping in on the chain wielder and catching him with a knee in the gut. As the man bent forward from the impact the saiyan brought his elbow down hard on the mans kidney's, knocking the wind out of him.
Unfortunately, the time it took to dispatch this opponent left the pipe wielder with an opportunity, and since Musashi hadn't powered up, the man was able to catch him with a glancing blow to the shoulder. Musashi rolled with the blown and winced when he hit the ground. He felt the blood rushing to the injured spot and knew he would have a large bruise when this was over. Nearbye his good (right) hand lay the knife. As the thug went to finish him off with the pipe, musashi deftly flicked the blade through the air and sank it deep into the mans dominant hand. He howled and dropped his pipe, giving musashi the opportunity to kick him firmly in the groin from his downed position. As he rose to his feet, Musashi grabbed the pipe the man had dropped. The other three toughs decided to call it quits and backed turned to run.
Musashi now walked back to the girl, and helped her walk from the alley. He escorted her to her home in the city's nicer section. The girl was blond, young, and fairly pretty. Her father greeted them at the door, a large, thick man who frowned at the spiky haired stranger walking with his daughter. Once his daughter explained her close call he looked at Musashi and said, "I don't know your name, but i will give you anything i have for your act of bravery."
Musashi explained that he simply couldn't walk by and refused to take the mans money. After a brief argument the man finally said, "Please, I own the cafe, The Lonely Planet, down the street. Feel free to stop in, i'll tell the waitstaff to serve you free. I really wish you'd take something for what you've done."
Musashi thanked the man and shook his hand, saying it was nothing that any good person wouldn't have done. he made his way down the street and found the cafe, ordering his first meal in more than two days and sat down, tenderly nursing his sore shoulder, wondering why people acted the way they did.
He was nearing what he felt was the edge of the slum when he heard it, softly at first and then louder. A cry, and than a stifled shriek. He turned and saw the dark allyway with various rusty pipes hanging like serpents between the condemed industrial buildings. He knew it would be best to walk away, but something told him to procceed. The tall saiyan advanced down the narrow street and his eyes adjusted quickly to the dim light. Near a dead end ally he found them, six men, all between the ages of sixteen and twenty five. The scream he had heard was from a girl. In a glance, Musashi realized that she was not from this part of town. Her clothing was too neat and clean, and altogether to formal for this dump. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on and how it had gone down. Obviously she had been chased into this section of town only to end up face to face with a cold brick wall. Musashi appraise her condition and to see if she was in any immediate danger. Besides a deep tear in the fabric of her dress and a scraped elbow she seemed fine. He walked calmly forward towards the men.
At this point, they became aware of his presense, all of them turned, one had a lenth of chain in his hands, another a section of pipe. The apparent "leader" of the group bore a wicked looking curved hunting knife. They said to him "Walk away kid and you'll live to see another tommorrow."
Musashi looks the man calmly in the eye and says, [glow=green,2,300]"You men walk away slowly and leave the girl with me and we can all come away from this with our lives."[/glow]
His blood was boiling at these men now, and he fought to keep his calm, they were preying on a week and innocent victem who wouldn't fight back. The tension was palpable in the air and for a moment it looked like the group would abandon the fray, but the leader finally gave a shout and rushed at the saiyan warrior, and boyued by their numbers, the others rushed in as well.
The leader rushed Musashi, caught up in his charge, knife pointed out to ram the saiyan. Without exerting any ki, musashi side stepped his attack and grabbed the mans wrist with his right hand while he punched at his elbow with the palm of his left. There was a sickening crack as the arm snapped and Musashi simaltaneously swept the mans feet, sending him head first into the concrete, and out of the action. The others were reaching him now, and he heard from his left the whistle as the chain spun through the air. Musashi ducked and avoided the blow, stepping in on the chain wielder and catching him with a knee in the gut. As the man bent forward from the impact the saiyan brought his elbow down hard on the mans kidney's, knocking the wind out of him.
Unfortunately, the time it took to dispatch this opponent left the pipe wielder with an opportunity, and since Musashi hadn't powered up, the man was able to catch him with a glancing blow to the shoulder. Musashi rolled with the blown and winced when he hit the ground. He felt the blood rushing to the injured spot and knew he would have a large bruise when this was over. Nearbye his good (right) hand lay the knife. As the thug went to finish him off with the pipe, musashi deftly flicked the blade through the air and sank it deep into the mans dominant hand. He howled and dropped his pipe, giving musashi the opportunity to kick him firmly in the groin from his downed position. As he rose to his feet, Musashi grabbed the pipe the man had dropped. The other three toughs decided to call it quits and backed turned to run.
Musashi now walked back to the girl, and helped her walk from the alley. He escorted her to her home in the city's nicer section. The girl was blond, young, and fairly pretty. Her father greeted them at the door, a large, thick man who frowned at the spiky haired stranger walking with his daughter. Once his daughter explained her close call he looked at Musashi and said, "I don't know your name, but i will give you anything i have for your act of bravery."
Musashi explained that he simply couldn't walk by and refused to take the mans money. After a brief argument the man finally said, "Please, I own the cafe, The Lonely Planet, down the street. Feel free to stop in, i'll tell the waitstaff to serve you free. I really wish you'd take something for what you've done."
Musashi thanked the man and shook his hand, saying it was nothing that any good person wouldn't have done. he made his way down the street and found the cafe, ordering his first meal in more than two days and sat down, tenderly nursing his sore shoulder, wondering why people acted the way they did.