10-25-2015, 02:29 PM
“Ok, this isn’t ending well for the free trading market here…”
The fight going on in the same direction was something none of the merchants wanted today, as they scrambled away from the duo, screaming something about a ‘whore cage’ and whatnot. Stephan took another huff from the pipe and promptly began building up the pressure in the firing chamber of the “Steamliner”. As the small streaks of vapour escaped what little faults the recently assembled gun had Donnel released the smoke from his nostrils and as soon as three seconds passed, just enough for his intended effect, he quickly shut off the valves, raised the barrel and with a short “Hey, stop trashing what’s not yours!”, unloaded the oversized projectile at the ground between two fighters some thirty meters away.
Now, let me tell you something about the “Steamliner”. It was designed to knock war-machines over. So even if it misses – you WILL notice the shot. Right now, it hit the sandy, somewhat paved, ground almost directly between the combatants, punching up a cloud of dust with the sheer force of impact and likely leaving them at least a little bit deafened. Or not, seems the kid managed to turn away and cover his ears just in time. Huh.
A couple of seconds later a harsh a raspy voice rang out again.
“Boy, you better stop breaking the goods or this place will end up deserted eventually.”
Stephan walked slowly forward, spinning his left hand around as the gun whirred and loaded another stake. He stopped some 20 meters away, the muzzle pointed in the general direction of the duo.
“Who are you to disrupt Hokage, the King’s Hand?”
Not exactly phased by the blast Satsuke gazed at the interloper angrily, screaming back, shifting most of the attention from the beaten down thief to the new threat.
“Just a trader, mostly, who thinks that he better stop the rampage before it gets to him.”
Suddenly, ninja saw something, well, more like realized, because it had been obvious. The gun, the arm, even the part of the head, of the man before him were strikingly similar in the make to the peculiar chain-bracers the thief utilized. He actually started laughing.
“HA, I see it now, got a friend for yourself, didn’t you? THAT’S NOT CHANGING ANYTHING! I’ll take BOTH of you fools, especially now when one is almost dead already. See the power of the Shinobi, you old sack.”
With that the warrior took a wider posture, rapidly changing hand signs as something seemed to flow around his whole body, concentrating near the head.
“And I thought people still knew of respect…”
Sighed Stephan. The kid was obviously riding some sort of a righteous ‘high’. Would be a shame to knock him down…
“…whatever. I’m having none of it.”
A couple of seconds spend thinking to himself weren’t actually wasted, as the steam was pumping rapidly along the arm and into the gun. Barely 4 seconds passed after the cocky kid started his magical dance when the older man shifted his strangely immobile, up to this point, hand and released the pressure. Now, killing high-faulting adolescents isn’t something a proper officer would do, so Donnel simply aimed the shot at the ground near the feet of his ‘opponent’. Just as it hit the ground, once again causing an explosion of dust that obscured the target, Satsukes’ eyes seemed to flare up for a moment and he started to pronounce something about a ‘goat keg’, but he didn’t get to finish the phrase. Almost as soon as the projectile left the muzzle Captain placed the gun back into its holster on the left hip.
“Now to slap some sense into him…”
Stephan noted as he started walking towards the dissipating shroud of dirt. Only to be met with a running kick to the head as the Hokage jumped out from behind the cover of the dusty cloud, going into the air practically from spot and executing an almost perfect spinning kick. Almost, but the intentional near-miss impact suffered just a couple of moments ago thrown his balance off just enough for him to hit his opponent is the steely left temple, instead of neck, where the ninja was aiming. Stumbling sideways, while cursing under his breath Stephan could only watch in despair as his hat floated onto the ground. Regaining his composure, only to be thrown off balance by several lightning fast attacks on part of his opponent, Donnel performed a wide swing with his left arm, causing Satsuke to jump backwards and give that much time for the Captain to finally assume a proper pose for such pugilism.
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“Oh, you’re in for some major fisticuffs kid.”
The older man took a wide stance. Just as the opponents took a moment to gaze on one another again several vents flared up all along the left side of Stephan’s body, releasing a small cloud of white steam. Behind the monocle the intricate machinery of his clockwork eye was glowing faint red.
The less patient and far more driven ninja was who broke this momentary staredown. He shot off with a quick series of punches, most coming past the defences of his opponent and causing him to flinch visibly, yet those that didn’t met the solid metal of the artificial arm, causing a reactive vent of steam and a pained hiss from the Hokage, as he realized his punches actually hurt his now scalded hands somewhat. Satsuke grinned. This was getting interesting.
The fight going on in the same direction was something none of the merchants wanted today, as they scrambled away from the duo, screaming something about a ‘whore cage’ and whatnot. Stephan took another huff from the pipe and promptly began building up the pressure in the firing chamber of the “Steamliner”. As the small streaks of vapour escaped what little faults the recently assembled gun had Donnel released the smoke from his nostrils and as soon as three seconds passed, just enough for his intended effect, he quickly shut off the valves, raised the barrel and with a short “Hey, stop trashing what’s not yours!”, unloaded the oversized projectile at the ground between two fighters some thirty meters away.
Now, let me tell you something about the “Steamliner”. It was designed to knock war-machines over. So even if it misses – you WILL notice the shot. Right now, it hit the sandy, somewhat paved, ground almost directly between the combatants, punching up a cloud of dust with the sheer force of impact and likely leaving them at least a little bit deafened. Or not, seems the kid managed to turn away and cover his ears just in time. Huh.
A couple of seconds later a harsh a raspy voice rang out again.
“Boy, you better stop breaking the goods or this place will end up deserted eventually.”
Stephan walked slowly forward, spinning his left hand around as the gun whirred and loaded another stake. He stopped some 20 meters away, the muzzle pointed in the general direction of the duo.
“Who are you to disrupt Hokage, the King’s Hand?”
Not exactly phased by the blast Satsuke gazed at the interloper angrily, screaming back, shifting most of the attention from the beaten down thief to the new threat.
“Just a trader, mostly, who thinks that he better stop the rampage before it gets to him.”
Suddenly, ninja saw something, well, more like realized, because it had been obvious. The gun, the arm, even the part of the head, of the man before him were strikingly similar in the make to the peculiar chain-bracers the thief utilized. He actually started laughing.
“HA, I see it now, got a friend for yourself, didn’t you? THAT’S NOT CHANGING ANYTHING! I’ll take BOTH of you fools, especially now when one is almost dead already. See the power of the Shinobi, you old sack.”
With that the warrior took a wider posture, rapidly changing hand signs as something seemed to flow around his whole body, concentrating near the head.
“And I thought people still knew of respect…”
Sighed Stephan. The kid was obviously riding some sort of a righteous ‘high’. Would be a shame to knock him down…
“…whatever. I’m having none of it.”
A couple of seconds spend thinking to himself weren’t actually wasted, as the steam was pumping rapidly along the arm and into the gun. Barely 4 seconds passed after the cocky kid started his magical dance when the older man shifted his strangely immobile, up to this point, hand and released the pressure. Now, killing high-faulting adolescents isn’t something a proper officer would do, so Donnel simply aimed the shot at the ground near the feet of his ‘opponent’. Just as it hit the ground, once again causing an explosion of dust that obscured the target, Satsukes’ eyes seemed to flare up for a moment and he started to pronounce something about a ‘goat keg’, but he didn’t get to finish the phrase. Almost as soon as the projectile left the muzzle Captain placed the gun back into its holster on the left hip.
“Now to slap some sense into him…”
Stephan noted as he started walking towards the dissipating shroud of dirt. Only to be met with a running kick to the head as the Hokage jumped out from behind the cover of the dusty cloud, going into the air practically from spot and executing an almost perfect spinning kick. Almost, but the intentional near-miss impact suffered just a couple of moments ago thrown his balance off just enough for him to hit his opponent is the steely left temple, instead of neck, where the ninja was aiming. Stumbling sideways, while cursing under his breath Stephan could only watch in despair as his hat floated onto the ground. Regaining his composure, only to be thrown off balance by several lightning fast attacks on part of his opponent, Donnel performed a wide swing with his left arm, causing Satsuke to jump backwards and give that much time for the Captain to finally assume a proper pose for such pugilism.
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[/spoiler]“Oh, you’re in for some major fisticuffs kid.”
The older man took a wide stance. Just as the opponents took a moment to gaze on one another again several vents flared up all along the left side of Stephan’s body, releasing a small cloud of white steam. Behind the monocle the intricate machinery of his clockwork eye was glowing faint red.
The less patient and far more driven ninja was who broke this momentary staredown. He shot off with a quick series of punches, most coming past the defences of his opponent and causing him to flinch visibly, yet those that didn’t met the solid metal of the artificial arm, causing a reactive vent of steam and a pained hiss from the Hokage, as he realized his punches actually hurt his now scalded hands somewhat. Satsuke grinned. This was getting interesting.
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