"Look out!" Ranma warned the men who had just entered the game center. To keep all of the local gang attacking him at once, he had used his hat. Its peak had caught the lightest between his buttocks and turned him around and away. But it had put the teen in the path of the over-sized adults.
The teen bounced off the rock solid muscles of the one he crashed into.
"Now those guys'd be a challenge," Ranma to himself while deciding he had wasted enough time with the amateurs and took out three of the remaining gang members out at once: Two back-of-the-fist and a kick to jaws at the same time. As he dealt the final blow to the gang's leader, he assessed the newcomers. These five men in suits that barely contained their muscular physiques were so confident, they hardly radiated real battle auras, only menace…but the martial artist could sense their potential, and their ability to turn their raw power on like a switch.
"I'm going to call the cops!" Ranma was told by the head clerk.
The biggest gorilla grabbed the clerk by his shirtfront "There'll be no cops," he threatened in a very nasty voice.
"Hey, leave the guy alone: He works here!" Ranma threatened back.
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"Now you'll see how talented my boyfriend is, Mr....Ohara?" Nabiki said. "Of course, his price will go up, after that."
"Ohara," said the smallest, yet nastiest looking of the goons, approaching "scarface" with two of his enforcers. "We thought we'd find you trying to forget your troubles in a joint like this."
"Whatever your price, Miss, I'll pay," Ohara told Nabiki.
"Okay, you can begin fighting, Stud-Stallion," Nabiki waved a signal to Ranma. But it was just for effect. The martial artist, without her approval, was already taking care of the two Yakuza-types left behind their boss as a rear guard. She found herself nearly in wonder of her man. To the untrained eye, Ranma barely did anything; even with her unpracticed eye, she caught only a couple of moves. He was pummeling the thugs twice his weight in brawn with blow after kick after chop to each and every one of their vital spots. It was all educated conjecture of one raised in Anything-Goes, though, as he was moving so fast that his attacks didn’t even leave behind a blur. This “Student” of could teach her Dojo-Daddy more than a thing or three about technique-And battle energy of the purest kind!
The goliaths tumbled to the floor with great thuds.
“He did it?” Ohara was stunned. He was in desperate need of rescue, but he hadn’t actually believed one lone youngster could deliver it: Not against these killers.
“What!?” the short leader looked around, and saw two of his best boys down. “Katsu! Grab the girlfriend as hostage! Okida, take Ohara!”
“Time to buy a little time,” Nabiki said. She kicked first one of her wooden geta-s off, then the other; first Katsu got hit in the balls, then Okida. And their boss? She poked him in the eye with her parasol.
(Posted Sat, 02 Dec 2006 02:03)
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