The clerk who was whacked in the side of his face with the straw hat, found it as he was picking himself up.
"Hey! Hands off my hat," Ranma said, kicking his wrist. The hat sailed up, and into the "dark stranger's" hand.
The heavier set man charged, head down like a rugby tackler. The big hat was now brought in front of his face, cutting off his vision. Ranma used it as matador uses his cape. The bullheaded enforcer knew his tormentor was close, so he wouldn't give up, and kept reaching for him. So, while Ranma kept the other clerk away with a kick to the gut, he turned this one first one way, then the other with no more than the turn of the hat in his face. When the martial artist withdrew the hat, the enraged man was pointed at the other guys approaching him. The clerk took out two of the five.
The five were more Ranma's own age, the leader with a high Pomaded bang and a missing finger like a stereotypical Yakuza, which he obviously was only pretending to be. "You're the one who did that. You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us."
"Well, you mess with me, and, uh, well, you mess with me," Ranma smiled confidently spinning the hat around on top of a finger. These guys were no match, but they were better than little skittle/bowling pins; or fruit and vegetables.
Meanwhile, the second clerk lashed out at Ranma's back.
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"So, I heard you offer those pathetic wannabe-s a reward, if they could beat my boyfriend," Nabiki said to "scareface" after she had edged past the violence to reach him.
"Are you going to take revenge on me for your boyfriend?" he asked with fear, getting into the Stance.
"Moi?" she said, innocently twirling her parasol. She had to give him credit; he had that basic of martial arts down. But he still reminded her of an accountant. "I just want to know your angle. Are you the owner of this place? What will you give for him to throw the fight?"
"What?? He'd lose on purpose?" The man cried in terror-tinged frustration. "I need someone who'll protect me, no matter how much they beat or bribe him!"
"Oh, that requires a contract. Then: I guarantee, he'll defend a client with his life."
Five men who DID look like Yakuza entered the game center. "There's Ohara!"
"A verbal contract will be acceptable, for now," Nabiki offered.
(Posted Thu, 30 Nov 2006 09:02)
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