An English Werewolf In New York (Hazama)

[talbain]

Jon looked around the snowy New York streets. Amber eyes looking at the hustle and bustle and crowds. Jon hated it here, but if he was to hone his fist he needed to travel everywhere. It was often that a new fighter popped up in America that he wanted to test worthy of going up against his Garou-Ryu Kung Fu. The fighting style was unique and legendary to him. Many knew of the feral man with the fists of steel. He'd become a myth to the modern day fighters though, lost as a relic of time. Jon's amber eyes peered out from his white bangs, seeing a nearby subway station.

"I need to get to Chinatown, hit the dojos. Fight those worthy of it. Jon growled out to himself, walking down the stairs as many people stared at his odd sense of dress. Jon often wore a royal purple Mandarin suit with golden accents and traditional black slip on shoes with white socks. 'Hey, Bruce Lee wannabe. Move out the goddamn way!' a man shouted as he carelessly bumped into Jon. With a piercing glare, his yellow eyes soon backed the obnoxious lout down from his insult. Jon was often compared to that man, they shared a lot of traits including looking quite similar and having similar styles of kung fu. However, Jon's predates his by about 60 years. Having perfected Garou-Ryu in 1902.

Jon got on the crowded train while he stared at others. Jon often despised the way New York treated fighting. They often used guns to fight their battles instead of fists. No real sense of honour in killing an innocent from 10 feet away with a pistol. No, Jon liked the fight up close and personal and only truly fought those who were skilled enough to go up against him in combat. Jon's left his fair share of death in his wake, most of them necessary to keep the yin-yang balance. If there is too much evil in this world it unbalances it, Jon rebalanced those scales.

Jon's destination arrived, Chinatown. Maybe he could find a worthy opponent here. Perhaps another martial artist. Within minutes Jon had attracted attention from the local ruffians. A small group of four men clad in gang specific outfits had surrounded him, one of them armed with a knife and the rest with baseball bats. "It's getting late lads, I think your mums must be worried. he spoke out, a smirk growing on his face, flicking his head back to get the bangs out of his face. 'Hey, this guy thinks he's funny. Let's shut that smart mouth for good.' as soon as the leader had stopped talking the group of 4 attacked in unison.

Jon parried the first man brandishing a switchblade, effortlessly knocking it out of his hand and onto the ground. Jon gazed down as the man attempted to grab it again, bad idea on his part. Jon smirked. "WAHTAH!" Jon shrieked in his trademark style as he swung a scissor kick into the man's face to knock him unconscious. The second swung a bat to collide with his head, Jon turned and grabbed it before it hit, swinging a kick into the man's gut to send him to the ground and jumping up to deliver a two footed stomp to his ribcage. Jon twisted his body with a deafening crunch on the man's chest. As Jon stepped off of the injured man the final two looked at each other and thought of it a good idea to high tail it out of the vicinity. He smirked to himself and motioned to a nearby stall owner. "Get these guys an ambulance. They'll live and hopefully won't be causing you any more trouble.

[Hazama]

Hazama would never admit it, but he was glad Takamakahara gave him another assignment that didn't involve biological weapons, blue men falling from the sky, or assorted cross dressing idiots. Nope, this was a good ol' fashioned confrontation with a good ol' fashioned (semi)human martial artist, in good ol' fashioned China town. Sorta reminded him about fighting that one werido from Ikargua, 'Bang Shishigami' or some shit, goin' toe to toe with some idiot black belt who thought he could take on a Nox Nyctores. 'Course, this scene with the Jon fellow wasn't guaranteed to break out into a fight...but he had read the dossier. This man was a brawler. 'sides, Hazama might want to antagonize the werewolf for...his own purposes.

He casual stepped through China town, knowing him to be somewhere near the entrance, likely in the shop districts and the like. Yup. There he was. He could see the currently human werewolf standing over the broken bodies of several thugs, requesting an ambulance. Hazama grinned, stepped forward, and made himself known. He clapped as he moved, invoking both a sense of 'well done'...and a sense of...mocking?

"Wow. The famous Jon Talbain, brawler extraordinaire and modern-day blood knight. It's almost an honor."

Terumi chuckled to himself as he clapped over the foes that Jon had recently dispatched, his serpent-like smile wide and all consuming. At first, he'd just see about conversing with him, seeing his personality and all that cal if he could...yet, he may as well let him know he wasn't the average Joe on the street, right? Hazama's body began to glow a very faint green the more he moved towards Jon, hoping that the mutt would pick it up.

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[talbain]

Jon sniffed at the air, there was a true scent of evil around him and within seconds clapping was heard from a man nearby. It's entirely possible someone's come to challenge him out of the blue, but this felt almost like it was planned. Jon turned and turned up his nose at the clapping man, crossing his arms and giving him a 'what the hell do you want' look. This creep continued to talk on, he knew his name. Big freaking deal, anybody with Wikipedia can tell you that and they could probably tell you his (fake) birthdate and star sign. It didn't mean jack to the Garou-Ryu practitioner. Jon thumbed his nose in true martial arts style and flicked his head back. "Come on, look. If we're gonna fight. Let's get it over with, it's almost sundown and seeing me at night is a bad idea."Jon said to the man, glowing with some kind of aura.

Jon knew there was something evil about this suited guy, beyond the green aura he seemed to be giving off. Jon's own aura often popped up during his fights, taking the form of a dragon. Jon's nickname in Martial Arts circles was 'the eternally young dragon' due to the man being over a century and a half old and barely looking a day over 20. Often times he fought in tournaments and had unwanted attention due to his eternal life. Many had noticed his appearance hadn't changed since his first fight in the cage in '61. Jon soon prepared for this freak, staring at him with his yellow eyes. "Bloody hell!" Jon growled as he saw the sun falling behind him, indicating by his shadow changing sides. A roaring growl was heard as Jon howled loudly with the moon appearing behind him. Jon's body was morphing painfully into a feral creature, his muscles bulging out of his clothing and shredding his top and his feet morphing into clawed appendages, ripping through his shoes. "I told you. Jon spoke out, adding a howl afterwards. Jon's voice had changed from that of a London accent to a growling scratchy voice, making him appear more feral than before.

[Hazama]

"Oh ho? It's seems your as temperamental as the grapevine says, eh? Really, I didn't come here to fight per-say, buuuuuut...well, it seems your leaving me little choice. So well~! I could stand to for a little warm up today...even if it is coming from someone as pathetic as you.

Hazama's smile went a bit wider, and his eyes opened slightly, showing off his pair of glowing, golden eyes. The overall glow disappeared, and Hazama reached into his jacket for his two knives. He twirled them around a moment, as he looked onward in a relaxed position as he changed without batting an eye.

"Yes yes yes, we all know your very scary. You'll have to forgive my inherit fear when I tell you that I don't give a damn how much hair you grow, mutt. Your still gonna' get your ass handed to ya', and that ain't no lie. You sure you don't just wanna' call the whole thing off? Positive? Final answer? Excellent! Show me all you got, then, you animate furball! KEE-HAHAHAHA! Hey guys! Let it be known after today, Jon Talbain got beaten reeeeeeeal good by some jerk in a suit! Tell your friends, neighbors, co-workers, wives, the whole sh-bang! Let the word run free!"

Hazama giggled with excitment for some reason. It wasn't the idea of fighting and beating someone that got him so rilled up, no no...it was the idea of crushing the confidence and other positive emotions of a proud warrior, whom made his existence off of being 'the strongest about'...yeah, that was definitively it. He let out a pleased sigh as Jon howled out, as suddenly a chain with a knive shaped like a snake-head flew out from nowhere infront of him, and shot right out to Jon.

[talbain]

Jon snarled ferally at the words this green haired freak spat out some insults that were meant to hurt his confidence. Like some wanker in a suit is going to make him think twice. Jon knew that almost anybody approaching him out of nowhere is simply looking for a fight, nothing else. The feral wolf did some foot work to change his stance into a more defensive one was the suited man pulled out some knives. "Impressive stuff. Anyway, Elwood. How about you run home to Jake and we keep this little scuffle to ourselves, yeah?" Talbain smirked, insulting the man's sense of dress and glaring upwards with his yellow eyes.

Suddenly a chain flew out towards him. Jon always had a good sense of focus when someone was attacking. Generally he was mostly a defensive fighter rather than offensive. He often utilized the opponent's own body against them. His grey paw flew to his belt, gripping the handle of some nunchaku. Without a second to spare, Jon parried the knife and hopped backwoods, letting out a howl as Jon always tended to do while fighting. It was an extension of his martial arts style. Jon often let out shrieks and war crys as he fought, many likening him to the British version of Bruce Lee. Funny how Jon's style predates that one by about 4 decades. Even so, this fight should be nothing to the feral wolf. Jon decided it was time to be flashy, he swung his nunchaku around, doing a kata as such and glaring at this new enemy.

[Hazama]

"Goddamn, could you stop that howling!? Just in advance, that shits gonna' get real old real fast durin' this little go around, so if you can, do me a favor and shut the hell up?"

Hazama rubbed his head a bit after the attack was blocked. He didn't look too angry, infact, he just looked a bit casually irritated. That, and his face looked a bit confused when he talked about 'Elwood' and 'Jake' or some shit. I mean, it was obviously an insult but frankly, he had no idea what kind of insult it was...ah well~! He'd look it up later. For now, it was time to fight, and later, time to mock.

So, as it was, Jon was a defensive fighter, wanting Hazama to come to him, as it seemed...Hazama found that doing exactly what his opponent wanted him to do was normally a very bad strategy, and thusly, decided aganist doing that...no...he had a little treat prepared for him.

"Mizuchi-Rekkazan!

A green circle came into existance around Talbain's figure, before another one popped up over his shoulders. With that, he'd be immobile for a bit if he didn't react just in time...and if he did that he'd be able to complete the technique -- Mizuchi-Rekkazan.

[talbain]

Jon smirked in his canine way at how this young man mentioned his howls getting annoying. Shows how much the wanker knows about martial arts, the whole idea is strictly to put your opponent off guard. Jon flicked his nunchaku back to his belt and extended his yellow claws as he glared to see this man's next movement. He was ready to pounce as a green light overcame him, it was constricting and almost made the canine warrior completely still. "What is this rubbish? Think this is going to stop me?! You'll need more than that to put this dangerous dog down, won't you!?" Jon yelled out towards the suited man, his voice growly and scratchy, his vocal cords remaining the same length as his human form, thus straining his already low voice.

All this time Talbain was reminded of the fighting against deadly sorcerers back when he was first getting to grips with this curse. He had no real skills of manipulation like this man's, the most he could hope for is throwing fireballs which is low level stuff. Jon was always more of a close and personal type of fighter, owing his style to mostly defensive strikes and quick attacks with his claws and teeth. Time was running out for the canine warrior and he had to think fast, his body was constricted and he had no real movement with his limbs to strike out. A thought came to mind, Jon's deafening howls were an attack in themselves, almost able to burst someone's ears in one go if they were particularly weak.

"Oh,I'll huff and I'll puff... and I'll blow your eardrums." Jon said before sucking in a good amount of air, expelling it in the loudest possible howl in a hope to throw off the attacking man in a suit. The howl could be heard from a mile around, windows began to shatter in the vicinity as the feral martial artist unleashed his hidden attack.

[Hazama]

"Oh no, my one weakness. Idiots with big lungs. You've found me out. Wow."

Hazama spoke flatly and without emotion, subtly taunting Jon Talbain for trying -- and failing to get a rise out of him. Frankly, the howling was annoying, but he'd only brought it up to distract him enough for the pain he was about to inflict upon the noisy mutt...

"But, hey, since you found and exploited my secret weakness, why don't we try yours? C'mon...lets give that a try! Get over here!"

Letting out a psychotic laugh, another chain, moving far faster and more violently then the previous one, swung out from nothing. With it's gaping mouth open, it latched brutishly onto Jon's side, gnashing in deep enough for the force of it swinging back to make the paralyzed dog land in front of him.

"Time for some punishment, you noisy mutt!"

Bellowing yet another laugh, Hazama twirled out both of his knives, and in a whirlwind of devastation, sliced at least seventeen times at Jon's halted body, before summoning up glowing, green aparitions to surround his hands. Then, in a dramatic fashion, the knives came closing down on the werewolf, more than likely punting him into a merchant's cart somewhere on the streets of Chinatown.

"Oh...I'm sorry. Did I go a bit too far~?"

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[talbain]

"Shit" Jon muttered to himself. That attack almost always worked against people. It was enough to shatter windows and barely even dishevelled any part of this freaks appearance. He had to work fast if he wanted to win this fight or even come close to winning it. Suddenly, Jon saw a chain coming towards him at a lightning speed, embedding itself into his side as a squirt of his blood shot out onto the concrete below and pulling him towards the suited freak. Jon was thrown face first onto the concrete as he looked up with contempt, sneering cockily even to the face of this madman.

"Didn't figure you for the bondage type." Jon smirked and spluttered out, soon realizing he could possibly die at this point as he saw the suited creep twirling his knives about psychotically. Within a few seconds he saw nothing but blurs as the knives slashed against his skin, lacerating him continuously before culminating in a final attack driving into him and throwing him back far. Jon's body flew into a nearby merchant stall as he lifted himself up. However, he noticed a change. "No fur, ugh..Hurgh.... Jon keeled over coughing up a good amount of blood. "Must have been silver.... Fuck. Jon said to himself, lifting himself up with sheer willpower.

((OOC: I'm guessing Hazama is using silver knives))