It was a warm-up, nothing more than a test to get himself back into fighting shape. The NPC’s weren’t even on par with his own soldiers, and so he set his eye on a master. Sadly, that’s where the matter of individuality lied; not all are created equal. The one he found now, in particular, was a grave disappointment.
The resulting beatdown was enough to completely crush the poor fool, with hardly a scratch on the other. Annoyance was clear on the Mishima’s face, tempted to continue his actions until a point was made. That was until a man in utterly outlandish attire decided to step in and calm him down, resulting in further irritation.
“He accepted my challenge, and thus the consequences of it.”
However, at this point, what else was there really to say. With a growing scowl painted on his features, he walked over to the prone figure.“Let this be a valuable lesson. Some people are heroes. Others are meant to be saved. You are clearly the latter.” And with a solid kick, he sent the prone figured flying into the crowd. The spark of a smile crossed his face for a moment, but only briefly. Then, it was all business as usual, as he returned his gaze to the interloper.
“And who is his savior? Another master, I presume?”
“He accepted my challenge, and thus the consequences of it.”
“Well you clearly won.” Johnny replied with a dry tone.
Watching the body fly into the masses, the ring expanded between the two big shots as the crowd backed off, things were getting..
The man in all black shrugged using his whole body, one bent knee with a new step splashing against the water on the street, his arms stretched out wide and open.
“Saviour? Master? I suppoooose those are things you could call me, but...”
He flipped a golden coin out of his pocket into the air, spinning at such speed it gave the illusion of having a force field around it from the heavy rain.
“Let’s just think of me, the great captain Johnny, as the man with the feet to fill in the shoes that were clearly too big for the last guy.”
Johnny stood upright, catching the coin he flipped and put it back into his pocket. A hand resting against the wooden handle of his sword underneath his large coat.
