Battle of Kings: A Cajun vs. an Animal (RPG)

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Downtown New Orleans


Since their first meeting in Loner's nightclub, the two men knew what lay ahead.  There was not enough room to contain both sets of egos.  For months, Jean Luc LeBeau and William Greystoke had been on an intercept course.  One had started from France, the other from Japan; making their way across the globe for that glorious appointment known as.... destiny.

Rain pummeled down from above.  The neon lights from the city cast vivid reflections along the rooftops.  Crouched atop an old water tower, the Hunter slowly rose to his feet.  The Cajun was near..... he could smell him from over a mile away.  William's cloak flapped in the wind as rain continued to fall.  Indeed, LeBeau was close by.  After taking a sniff of the Louisianan air, Greystoke leaped off the water tower towards the ground below.  Twisting his body midair, the Hunter landed upon his feet with ease.  Afterward, he began to walk down the streets of New Orleans.

Suddenly, the Cajun's scent caught his nostrils.  Breaking out in a quick sprint, the Hunter ran up to a medium-sized building and leaped up.  His hands grabbed onto the ledge and his pulled himself up onto the roof.  Running across the rooftop, when William reached the edge he leaped to the other side.  Ahead of him lay one building that stood out above the rest, for it towered above everything else in the city.

As he ran up to it, Greystoke leaped high up into the air.  Midair, he suddenly extracted his adamantium claws.  His claws then plunged into the side of the building and held firm.  With that, the Hunter then ascended the side of the massive structure using his claws.  As he neared the top, his heart began to race.

What lay ahead of him was not any ordinary prey.  In fact, it was not prey at all.  More or less, it was actually another hunter..... a hunter who could possibly take William's life.  Sure enough, he would need his wits about him.  As the rain continued to come down, Greystoke finally made his way to the top.  As he climbed over the ledge and up onto the rooftop, he had finally reached his appointment with destiny.

Armed with only his blades, claws, and his own ferocity, the Hunter was ready to fight.  Retracting his claws and then letting down his hood, William Greystoke revealed himself to his opponent.  Tossing the cloak to the side, he then cracked his neck from side-to-side.  Then, with a smirk on his face, he said, "Right mate..... let's do this...."  Taking a ready stance, the Hunter planted his feet firmly in the ground.  He then brought up his hand and opened them with his palms facing the legend standing before him.

The battle of kings had begun....
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Gambler paced back and forth atop the roof of his father's company, Darre Enterprises. As if waiting for something, or someone, while the rain continuous broke against the polyester nylon fabric of his umbrella. The check lined notched collar on his classically designed berburry trenchcoat was turned up protecting his face from the unforgiving chill. It was the type of night that most people avoided. Choosing instead to remain safely curled up by their fireplace with a good book or movie. To soft to deal with the harsh realities of a cold cruel World. But there were however, those who thrived in the harsh conditions having been raised to survive on the streets. Men who had been forged from iron grit and determination. And on this night, two such men were sit to square off.

Ever since the collapse of the 5th Republic bounty hunters and assassins alike had come in search of the Living Legend. Someone was offering a small fortune for the body of the Cajun and news of the contract quickly spread. Attracting some of the greatest hunters and trackers the Vine Universe had to offer. Bringing them to Gambler's native home of New Orleans. However the arrogance of the deadly Cajun wouldn't allow him to sit around and wait to be picked off choosing instead to make himself an easy target. Word on the street was that a member of the infamous Wolf Pack was on his trail. He had only ever met one member, the alpha dog Hunter back before the start of the Clone Wars. But beyond that the LeBeau Legacy had no real information to fall back on making it all but impossible to prepare ahead of time.

He didn't have to wait long as he was soon joined on the roof by the death dealer himself. For a moment time seemed to stand still as the two men sized one another up, looking for any visible sign of injury or weakness. Both were naturally gifted with heightened senses but Hunter's animal like instincts placed him in a league all his own. He would no doubt be able to smell any emotions giving off by his adversary. But remaining calm under the most stressful and tension riddled situations was a specialty of Gambler's. As both warriors began to circle each other Gambler tossed his umbrella off to the side. The ceremonial wrapped handle of his sheathed vibranium coated katanna shown just over his shoulder. Any other weapons the King of Kings had on his persons remained hidden for the time being.

Hunter on the other hand was equipt with two blades of his own not to mention his trademark claws which remained sheathed within his knuckles. He removed his cloak letting the gentle breeze catch it and carry it to the ground before smirking, "Right mate..... let's do this...." said Hunter in an almost growl like fashion. Immediately his body weight shifted as he took up an open handed stance preparing for combat. Instantly Gambler's lip curled upwards giving off his reputable smug looking appearance. Which had become part of the Cajun's theatrical presentation. Truly believing he had no equal, man nor beast his arrogance was at an alltime high.

Then, without warning, Gambler planted his back foot using it to push off as he dashed towards Hunter with blinding speed. As he closed the gap he utilized his stylish parkour skills to leap off a nearby ventilation shaft performing a mid air scissors kick aimed for the head of his opponent. Landing on one leg the King of King's instantly transitioned down to his hands, balancing his body weight on one arm as he used his momentum to spin around firing a  Worstel-Konst  thrust kick at the Wolf Pack leader's knee. The Dutch based martial art style focused on a variety of unusual and unorthodox strikes aimed to disable ones opponent. Targeting the joints and weaker areas of the human body. With his photographic reflexes Gambler was able to duplicated the technique with flawless execution.

The Cajun didn't waste anytime waiting to see if his attacks had caused any damage. Instead he spun up to his feet before quickly running towards the roof's edge. In one breathtaking maneuver the Living Legend swan dived off the building across the way crashing through the adjacent window of the neighboring building. It was now a game of hunter and prey, cat and mouse, cloak and dagger. But as Gambler ran through the office building one thing remained unclear...........who was hunting who?


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Standing across the roof was the legendary Jean Luc LeBeau.  The aura which emanated from the King of Kings portrayed aristocracy.  However, the Hunter's eyes saw through it all.  The fine facial lines, worn hands, and hardened resolve told a different story.  Though he had been born to a wealthy family, had held many prestigious positions, and had even been involved in politics; the Cajun knew the meaning of hard work.  Gambler had indeed fought his way to the top with an utmost ferocity that even the Hunter had to admire.

From birth, William Greystoke had been raised to fight.  Despite being the heir to the lycan throne, the alpha of an entire race.... William was taught to survive and to become ruthless enough to maintain the dominance which he would eventually need to exert.  Taught by his father to be ruthless beyond all measure, he was made into the Hunter.  As the last of his breed, William had to fight to stay alive.  That same ruthless determination which belonged to Gambler burned deep inside William Greystoke.  Both rose early each day and pissed excellence, both men had a job to do now, and both men had the drive to get it done.

At last, it was the moment of truth.  Both titans were about to collide in a battle of epic proportions.  Like the battle between Achilles of Greece and Hector of Troy, this conflict would be remembered forever.  In most situations, the Hunter exercised a strong offense.  He would usually attack first with a series of calculated strikes and bring his opponents down as if they were simply.... prey.  However, this was the first time that the Hunter had fought the legendary King of Kings.  Therefore, he took a slightly more defensive approach at first.

With his right leg back and hands raised with the palms facing out, Greystoke stood ready for the Cajun's assault.  In an expert display of grace and agility, LeBeau suddenly leaped off a ventilation shaft and sped towards Greystoke.  Certainly, Gambler's blinding speed put the Hunter's animal-like reflexes truly to the test.  As the King of Kings delivered a powerful scissors kick towards his face, William reached up with his open hands for his counter-attack.

Utilizing the Korean martial art of harmonizing energy known as Hap Ki Do, William's left hand moved up and across while his right hand moved down and across.  While both hands crossed each other, Greystoke's top hand narrowly followed through behind Gambler's attacking foot in a smooth and gentle block.  Using the momentum, it was time to turn the defensive maneuver into a swift counter-attack.  As his left hand continued to move to the right, the Hunter's body followed suit and began to spin to the right as well.  When he had reached a turn of one hundred eighty degrees, his left knee went down to the ground and his right leg unfolded and swung out.  In doing so, Greystoke attempted to deliver a kneeling spin kick aimed for Gambler's lower back.

However, the Cajun proved to be faster than William had anticipated.  He watched as his heel passed within an inch from the top of Gambler's head.  The crafty Cajun had managed to drop down to his hands and execute a swift technique from Worstel-Konst.  Trying to stable himself and mount a defensive attack, the Hunter's right leg finished its rotation and he was able to shift legs.  His right knee went under him and his left knee rose from the ground, only to be hit by a thunderous thrust kick dealt by the Cajun.  Above the noise of the pounding rain, a loud cracking sound rang out, followed by the Hunter lifting his head and roaring out in pain.

Rolling to his left side, the Hunter managed to roll up to his feet.  Immediately, Gambler raced across the roof's edge and leap towards an adjacent building.  The Hunter was about to pursue and catch up with him, but his injury impeded him from doing so.  His fibula was jammed up into his knee cap.  Carefully, William knelt down and placed both hands on the side of his left knee.  Then, with a sudden jerk, he knocked the bone free from the jam with a loud cracking noise followed by his immediate roar of pain.  Moving it around and rotating it, Greystoke knew that the bones were back in place.  His healing would take care of the rest.

With that, he looked toward the adjacent building and at the exact spot where the Cajun had entered.  It was time to exercise a more offensive strategy.  Taking a few steps back and then facing the ledge, the Hunter took off in a light sprint.  When he reached the edge of the rooftop, he leaped out with his hands in front for a powerful suicide dive aimed for the floor above where the Cajun had gone.  His injury had taken too much time away, so he needed to make up ground fast.  Mid-air, the Hunter extracted his adamantium claws and slashed through the window panes.  Hitting the ground with a roll, he was back to his feet in no time.

The Hunter raced ahead towards the other end of the building.  With his lycan speed, he sprinted ahead.  The area around him was under construction, so there were many heavy tools and work equipment all over.  Wasting little time, William found a thich chain with a hook on the end if it for moving heavy machinery.  Quickly, he looked at the length of the chain, found a nearby steel beam, and then made some quick calculations in his head.  Greystoke raced over to the beam and wrapped the chain around it and put the hook securely in one of the links, providing a solid anchor for the chain.  Then, he gripped the end of the chain tightly and raced toward the window ahead.

Leaping up into the air with a powerful flying side kick, both of the Hunter's feet smashed through the window as his body left the building.  The chain was then stretched taut and William's body began its swinging descent downward.  As he swung down, the Hunter released the chain and spun his body to the side so that it was literally spiralling toward the window before him.  Like a bullet, the Hunter then came crashing into the floor where the Cajun was located.  With ept timing, William's immortal lycan reflexes kicked in as he landed promptly on his feet.

Gambler was somewhere inside that building, most likely on that same floor.  William Greystoke's injury had taken away too much time.  It was impossible to know what strategic opportunities LeBeau had already taken.  Nonetheless, the Hunter would not stop in his pursuit of the legendary King of Kings.  Sniffing the air, the Hunter suddenly caught Gambler's scent.  Silently, the Hunter began to make his way through the floor.  Staying in the shadows, his lycan eyes enabled him to see clearly in the dark.  Thus, the hunt continued.  This was not over.... not by a long shot.  In fact, the battle had barely even begun.....

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Hunter had deployed a defensive technique known as Hap Ki Do, and in doing so, fluently deflected the brunt of Gambler's aerial assault. The maneuver also allowed him to subtly shift his body into a more favorable alignment. Anticipating an opening, the Alpha Dog spun around in a hundred and eighty degree turn while simultaneously crouching down. Using the momentum generated by the spin  Hunter unleashed what would have been a devastating thrust kick aimed for Gambler's lower lumbar. But the Cajun's unorthodox style coupled with his amazing speed allowed him to narrowly avoid the strike while delivering a crippling blow of his own. Shattering the knee of his opponent before making his daring escape off the roof.

A normal man would have been paralyzed with pain by such a vicious attack and would have never again walked without the assistance of a cane. A normal man would have spent years rehabilitating the destroyed ligaments and nerves, that's what a normal man would of had to endure. But Hunter wasn't a normal man, in fact he was barely a man at all. With the blood of the prestigious Greystoke clan flowing through his veins the Wolf Pack's clandestine leader was in fact a Lycan. A fabled race of Wolf like creatures who could be traced back through the history of every culture since the beginning of time.

Born with amazing gifts of agility, strength, endurance, speed, reflexes, and superhuman senses, the Hunter was the ultimate weapon. Natures own evolutionary masterpiece. Which allowed him to quickly recover, popping his knee back into place with a violent jerk. Almost instantly beneath the flesh his healing factor began repairing the damaged area. Allowing him to give chase following the Cajun off the roof and into the upper window of the neighboring building.

Inside construction was still underway with several areas covered with ceramic tarps and complete sections of the building still missing. Electricity was only flowing through a few circuits causing the hallway lights to flicker repeatedly like a scene from an old horror movie. Long wooden planks and metal support beams lie scattered throughout the unfinished areas along with several saw tables an tools. The workers had punched out hours ago leaving the two adversaries alone to complete their dance of death. Gambler knew that he was once again being hunted as he heard the fimilar sounds of glass breaking just a floor above him. Slowly he unsheathed his blade allowing the silver plated vibranium to reflect the florescent lights above before pulling himself up into the ceiling's rafters.

Like a deadly pit viper the LeBeau Legacy lie in wait, slowing his breathing down to an almost meditated type state. His eyes closed and his mind began analyzing countless scenarios, cycling through an unlimited number of possible outcomes within seconds. To say Gambler was an analytical genius was an understatement. Yet there was something about the man he now found himself matched up against. An unpredictability commonly associated with pack hunters and other like minded animals. Although the roof top encounter was but a brief exchange, the King of Kings had been able to calculate that his opponent possessed superhuman strength and blinding reflexes. The limits of which he did not yet know.

Gambler's ruby red eyes sharpened to slits as Hunter passed by underneath him. The feral tracker had already caught his scent causing the hidden assassin to spring from his shadowy perch early. Dropping down behind Hunter barely making a sound as he landed, Gambler twirled his blade in his hand before attempting to deliver a reverse edge slice to the back of Hunter's neck. Each edge of the Cajun's sword was lined with Brass Lady. A highly toxic and exotic poison found in isolated areas of Japan. If contracted through the blood stream the victim would begin to become disoriented and if left untreated the nervous system would shut down causing convulsions and eventually brain damage. It was a slow and cruel way to die to say the least.

As the blade sliced through the air Gambler rotated his hips while rolling his feet on the arc of his toes. The movement allowed the martial arts practitioner to follow his initial attack with a spinning roundhouse that mimicked the trademark assault of Akira Overdrive. In the same rapid set of movements the agile assassin vaulted himself into a series of backhand springs in order to create separation. Knowing that if he were to stand toe to toe with the Lycan he would have little chance of surviving. Utilizing his elusiveness to negate his opponents obvious strength advantage was a simple yet effective way to inflect maximum damage while receiving very little in return.

With his arrogance on full display Gambler flashed his legendary Cheshire Cat grin, "Your good mon ami, but I'm better." he mocked before leaping from the unfinished widow across the alley onto a fire escape.Once again the leader of the Hellfire Club was on the move, keeping the battle from establishing a specific area. After all New Orleans was his home and he could only benefit from using the lay of the land to his advantage. After leapfrogging over the railing Gambler reached into his coat and removed several kinetically charged cards fanned between his fingers. Each one resonating with the distinctive purple haze amongst the pitch black backdrop of the alley. In one fluent motion side armed motion Gambler hurled the cards up towards the opening he had just escaped from. Igniting upon impact the cards exploded shaking the surrounding area even sitting off the alarm systems of the cars parked on the sides of the street.

The fiery blaze reflected in the Cajun's eyes as he stared upon the carnage. Pieces of debris and large sections of the building continued to collapse yet Gambler's instincts told him his adversary wouldn't be so easily defeated. He darted out into the middle of the street which by now was filled with concerned onlookers pointing and gasping at the devastating scene. In the distance police, ambulance, and fire sirens could be heard closing in. Alerting Gambler that it was time to go.

While the crowd was distracted the crafty Cajun slipped off into Nawlings night boasting a nearby car with effortless ease. The 97 Dodge Impala skidded out leaving behind  traces of burnt rubber as it sped off down the street. Continuing the deadly game of cat an mouse.

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As Greystoke walked through the quietness, his heightened senses were on alert.  Following the Cajun's scent, he made his way deeper throughout the floor.  Remaining calm, the Hunter simply followed his nose.  Eventually, he came to a point where Gambler's scent was most pungent.  His eyes immediately began to scan the area.  Reaching behind him, William slowly drew both his knives.  While his claws were more readily available, William had trained with knives and swords his entire life.  In a moment of uncertainty, he chose the weapon which he was more skilled with.

Truth be told, that decision would be what saved him.  Gambler's scent was stronger than ever.  He knew the Cajun was directly near him.  Suddenly, his ears picked up something land softly on the ground behind him.  Then came the sound of running feet and of metal piercing through the air.  Immediately, his reflexes kicked in and Greystoke went into action.  The Hunter's right leg went back and firmly planted itself while his left leg shifted forward with its knee bent.  Then, without even looking, he raised his right-handed knife to block the attack.  In a powerful blow, the Cajun's vibranium-coated katanna came down upon William's blade.

As the King of Kings delivered the attack, the King of the Lycan Underworld then turned his knife downward to deflect Gambler's attack and allow the katanna's blade to slide off down towards the ground.  Then, turning to his left and moving his left foot back, the Hunter came around with his left-handed knife in an attempt to slash the Cajun's midsection.  However, the crafty Cajun performed a series of back handsprings towards the window.

"You're good mon ami, but I'm better." LeBeau said in a taunting manner.

With his knives still drawn, Greystoke raced after the Cajun, who had bolted out the window.  As the Hunter reached the window, a kinetically charged card flew in through the window and landed at his feet.  "Oh shi...." he said with widened eyes.  Before he could even finish the phrase, the card detonated and the explosion sent William Greystoke's body flying back.  His body then crashed into some equipment that was left set up.  In that same instant, the building was rocked as several more kinetically-charged cards detonated around the area surrounding the window.  Several large chunks of the outer wall came crashing down.

In a pile of rubble and debris, the Hunter sat up.  The burns and cuts all over his face and upper body were beginning to heal.  Shaking his head, William then jumped to his feet.  The sounds of people screaming and gathering could be heard just outside on the streets below.  In addition, the sounds of police, fire, and rescue sirens could be heard approaching.  As he stood to his feet and regained his composure, Greystoke brushed himself off.  Looking toward the opening, Greystoke raised an eyebrow, cracked his neck from side-to-side, then said to himself with his British accent, "Alright Cajun.... you can run fast.... but I can run faster..."

With that, the Hunter took off in a quick and powerful sprint towards the opening.  When he reached the edge, he leaped off with his powerful legs.  The people in the crowd all let out expressions of wonder and intrigue as the Hunter's body flew out of the damaged building and soared above them.  Clearing over fifty feet in the jump, William landed on the rooftop of another building.  As he sniffed the air and looked around, his eyes finally locked onto Gambler as he was escaping.  "Oh no you don't...." Greystoke said to himself.  This battle had just reached a new level.  The Cajun wanted to run, and the lycan wanted to hunt.

As Gambler acquired a nearby car and sped off down the road, the Hunter listened to the unique sound of the engine.  Then, he began to run in the opposite direction, out of the Cajun's sight.  However, as his ears listened closely, he could hear the car roaring off into the distance.  Following that sound, he began to track the car and plot an intercept course.  With his powerful lycan legs, the Hunter leaped from rooftop to rooftop, being careful never to come within visual range of the car.  Carefully tracking the sounds of the car from above, William Greystoke quickly made his way along the rooftops.

Suddenly, William leaped across the length of a rooftop, then crossed his arms over his chest and streamlined his body.  With ease, his body went down between two buildings into a narrow alleyway that was barely four feet wide.  As his feet hit the ground, Greystoke could hear the sound of the car's engine roaring up towards his location.  The Cajun's scent was getting stronger and stronger.  Using his ears to evaluate the distance of the car, he quickly calculated his timing down to the last second.  Then, wasting no time, the Hunter sprinted ahead at speeds of nearly sixty miles per hour.  When he was reaching the end of the alleyway, he suddenly lunged towards his target.  It was like a predator lunging for his prey as William's body sped like a torpedo through the air.

Mid-air, the Hunter suddenly extracted his adamantium claws.  At that same moment, the 97 Dodge rolled by.  As Greystoke looked toward the Cajun with a smirk, his adamantium claws dug into the car's exterior.  The cruel weapons sliced through the car like hot butter, going through the fiberglass and tearing through the rubber tires on the passenger side.  With no support, the 97 Dodge's wheels were ground into the pavement and the weight of the car shifted dramatically to the right.  Rising to his feet, the Hunter watched as the car veered to the side, was violently jerked up and thrown into the air, and then crashed down into a crowded nightclub.

People all around began screaming and fleeing for their lives.  The only individual on the street who was not running was the Hunter.  With the blaring music of the club and the screaming of people, the entire scene was wrought with chaos.  New Orleans was literally getting torn apart as the two combatants carried on.  However, the Hunter knew that the Cajun was too crafty to be killed that way.  No, he would definitely survive...... and there would be much more greater damage to come.....

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Recklessly Gambler raced through New Orleans' French Quarter weaving in and out of traffic. The jet black Impala steadily accelerating as it blew through the congested intersections of downtown. Sliding the ass end around the corners with the breath taking precision of a professional wheel man. While under the hood its three hundred and fifty horsepower engine was maxed out at full capacity. Putting considerable distance between Gambler and the lethal Hunter. Who was determined to add the Cajun assassin to his already impressive list of kills which included some of the Worlds most dangerous villains and criminals.

As he drove on, wearing a somewhat psychotic look upon his face, the King of Kings couldn't deny  the fact that he relished the opportunity to face such a skilled and analytical opponent. His adrenaline continued to pump massive amounts of endorphins through his body as the excitment of the nights events replied over and over again in his mind. His muscle memory recording the defensive theatrics Hunter had displayed during their brief confrontation. Adding the style to his fabled library of copied maneuvers and skills. Which he had painstakingly crafted into a stylish art form that was constantly evolving. Learning anywhere from a hundred to two hundred moves a year, sifting through and discarding the ones he had deemed as outdated, while keeping thee elite ones. Which he then incorporated into his ever growing customized  technique.

Yet even with his amazing mutant ability the Living Legend knew the Hunter was equally skilled, and equally dangerous. And soon he would find out just how true that statement really was. As he sped down the center of the road believing he had lost the animalistic bounty hunter the Cajun was lulled into a false sense of security. It was at this moment that the LeBeau Legacy caught a glimpse of something out his peripheral. But with the Hunter moving at blinding speeds even the Cajun's reflexes weren't fast enough to divert the attack.

SNIKT!
the distinctive sounds of Hunter's metal claws springing from his knuckles rang out before in one swift sweeping motion they plunged into the frame of the speeding Impala. Creating lacerations that started at the front end and trailed all the way back to the rear tire. Instantly causing Gambler to lose control as the car began to fish tail from side to side, eventually flipping violently into the air. End over end it tumbled. Crunching metal and glass as it left a debris field in its wake. Just before the Impala smashed through the front entrance of the Blue Nile Nightclub, Gambler was ejected from the drivers seat out through the front window. As his body contorted in the air small shards of glass continued to trickle off before both he and the car came crashing through the club.

Several party goers had been instantly killed while hundreds more lay injured spread out across the wreckage. Meanwhile Gambler's body had slid to a stop partially covered with fragments of debris just a few feet away from the totaled impala. Which was now slowly catching on fire as a broken gas valve continued to spill its precious contents on the floor. The moans and cries from those buried or trapped inside what was left of the club could be heard by concerned citizens who had begun to gather outside. Some braving the unstable foundation in attempts to rescue those they could before the entire club imploded upon itself. Gambler lay motionless near the back end displaying no visible signs of life. His left arm had clearly been pulled out of  socket as it dangled off his body at an extremely awkward angle.

Finally the mangled Cajun began to come to, letting out a low thunderous roar as the pain coursed through every muscle, joint, bone, and tendon. Unlike his unrelenting opponent, the King of Kings had no healing factor to fall back on. A major advantage that allowed Hunter to endure more punishment then most people could dish out. His elevated endurance and uncanny hand to hand prowess made the Wolf Pack's Alpha Male one of, if not thee, most baleful opponent he had ever faced. And he would now have to do so without the use of his left arm which had clearly been damaged beyond repair and in need of immediate medical attention.

Slowly picking himself up off the ground the LeBeau Legacy remained on one knee as he gathered his composure. Determined now more then ever to defeat the formidable Hunter. Who thus far had been executing a flawless offensive barrage which now left the Cajun suffering substantial injuries. However his pride would never allow him to quit. But beyond his defiant believe that he truly had no equal Gambler had been taught the Sahaj Marg meditation technique. Which granted him the ability to close off all outside distractions and focusing on a single objective. This included the ability to block out pain. For although the crafty Cajun had no known regenerative powers, this technique allowed him to sustain unbelievable damage while remaining in fighting condition.

After relocating his shoulder Gambler stumbled out of the wreckage out into the street where he was once again confronted with the Greystoke Legend. The two locked gazes amidst the pandemonium caused by the  jumbled mess of fleeing civilians. Raising his head, chin held high, the King of Kings stood statuesque and defiant. In a bold display of self confidence. Even with his useless arm the Cajun charged bringing the battle to the Hunter once again. Weaving from side to side using his photographic reflexes to mimic Last Arrow as he closed the gap. Skipping at the last possible moment in order to position his feet for a dramatic high kick,  feinting with the left in order to camouflage his attack.

With the favorable element of disguising the thrust kick the deadly assassin had doubled his odds for success. Even though the simple martial arts kick was intended to merely disrupt the Hunter's footing and center of gravity it was instrumental in preparing for his next offensive barrage. Lashing out with an open palm force concussion blow mirroring the technique of Morte Rapida. Targeting the chest of his enemy before snaking his arm back into a defensive position and motioning for the Wolf Pack leader to bring it on. Taunting the Hunter with his trademark theatrics and arrogance. And as the city was seemingly being destroyed block by block the two heated rivals stepped their game up to new heights.

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As the Hunter stood by and surveyed the burning wreckage, his adamantium claws slowly retracted back into his forearms.  New Orleans was gradually getting torn apart, innocent lives had been taken, and many more lives would be at risk if this battle continued.  However, William Greystoke knew that sacrifices were sometimes needed.  One thing that separated him from most "heroes" of the era was his focus.  To him, collateral damage was satisfactory as long as the objective at-hand was met.  Indeed, the ends always justified the means to Greystoke no matter what pain he had to bear, the lives he had to take,.....and sometimes even those he had to lose.

Just then, Gambler emerged from the wreckage.  This time, he was coming directly towards the Hunter.  Half of a smirk appeared upon William's face at the resilience of the legendary King of Kings.  "Bout time you got here, mate." he said with a sneer.  Without even moving, the Hunter positioned himself into a loose fighting stance, allowing the Cajun to come to him.  As he waited, William's eyes began to quickly and strategically probe LeBeau's body, scanning for any weaknesses or injuries whatsoever.  Remarkably, the crafty Cajun seemed to have nothing wrong with him.  However, as Gambler began to charge ahead, Greystoke's eyes immediately focused on the Cajun's left arm.  Although LeBeau hid it well, no doubt from years of training, that left arm was a center of weakness-  one which William Greystoke intended to exploit.

Staying light on his feet and keeping his hands up, the Hunter was ready for Gambler's oncoming assault.  As Gambler's left foot appeared to strike, William swiftly moved his body to the left side to execute a counterattack.  However as he did so, the Cajun suddenly came up with a deadly high kick aimed for William's chin.  Executing a technique from Judo, Greystoke's body arched back and dropped to the pavement.  His palms his the pavement first to expel the shock, followed by his upper back with his legs and feet sticking up in the air.

Having executed a proper back fall, William then quickly placed his hands up towards his neck so that they were touching the ground.  In that same instant, he powerfully kicked his legs up, thus propelling his body into a swift kip-up.  As the Hunter regained his footing, he spun around to strike Gambler; but suddenly felt the air get knocked out of his body and a deep pain in his chest.  The King of Kings had just delivered a masterful open-palmed strike to Greystoke's chest.  For a brief moment, the Hunter felt his ribcage close in around his heart and lungs.  Although the effect lasted less than two seconds, it was indeed a truly unforgettable sensation.

After stumbling back from the powerful blow of the LeBeau Legacy, the Greystoke Legend then sprang into action.  Like an animal, the Hunter suddenly sprinted towards Gambler.  When he was nearly three feet away from his opponent, William suddenly leaped into the air and performed an aerial over the Cajun's head.  With his immortal gifts, the lycan's body silently landed behind LeBeau.  However, Greystoke quickly shifted his body to the left to that he was facing the left side of Gambler's body.  Then, in the blink of an eye, the Hunter leaped and twisted his body to the left.  Making his body parallel to the ground and using his right foot, he aimed a rapid 540-degree volley kick to the Cajun's left shoulder blade.

The Hunter's feet barely tapped the ground as his body flew up once again.  Controlling his weight and shifting through the air with techniques learned from Wushu, William's body spun to the left and twisted with blinding speeds.  By using the momentum from the powerful volley kick, Greystoke had been able to continue his assault in one smooth motion.  As his body rapidly twisted through the air, the claws on William's right hand suddenly extracted.  Then, as his body came around, the Hunter attempted to rake his claws over Gambler's left shoulder in a second attack.  After the attack, William retracted his exposed claws and performed a series of back handsprings to make room between himself and his opponent.  As he came up from the third back handspring, the Hunter stood in a ready position with his back to the burning nightclub.

Suddenly, his ears detected the accelerants such as the oil and gasoline of the wrecked Dodge meeting with the fire of the building.  Greystoke's eyes suddenly widened as an enormous explosion rocked the entire block.  With his quick reflexes kicking in, he was able to leap up to the safety of a nearby fire escape as flames engulfed the area down below where he was standing.  Raising his arm, he shielded his eyes and face from the heat.  The Hunter then turned away and leaped up onto the roof of the building where the fire escape was.  Walking over toward the edge, his eyes began to quickly scan the area for the Cajun....

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Utilizing an un-named defensive Judo technique the Hunter stylishly avoided the Savate tailored high kick of Gambler. Immediately regrouping in order to launch his own counter offensive. Performing a kip up before spinning in anticipation for his next strike, the Hunter was poised to attack. However the lightning quick Cajun was a half step ahead. With the swiftness of a Viper Gambler's arm coiled back before lashing out in an open palmed Pak Hok Pai strike. Slamming into the chest of his enemy knocking the wind from his lungs and staggering the feral Hunter. Who, thanks to his unbelievable healing factor, was able to shake off the effects of a blow that would have killed most men.

Wasting little time the Wolf Pack Alpha Male sprinted towards the injured Cajun with animal like intensity. Launching himself up and over Gambler the Hunter had barely touched the ground before once again taking to the air, contorting his body in mid flight in order to execute a five hundred and forty degree volley kick, targeting the Living Legend's incapacitated shoulder. Mimicking the Muay Chaiya style of Morte Rapida, Gambler spun his upper body to the side shifting all his weight to his lead leg. Then with his right arm he swung it across his body using his forearm and elbow to absorb the blunt of the blow. Which caused the Cajun to crouch slightly but otherwise was unaffected by the devastating kick.

The Hunter's ariel assault continued. Once again leaping around his adversary before unleashing his primary attack. In one fluent and violent motion the Hunter slashed at Gambler's shoulder once again. Slicing through the Cajun's coat like a hot knife through butter. However as the shredded coat floated to the ground it was obvious the Cajun wasn't inside it. He had impressively twirled out of the coat just seconds before the adamantium laced claws of the Hunter ripped through it. Leaving it suspended in air while he dropped down to the ground and created separation through a series of forward somersaults. Likewise the equally acrobatic Hunter had launched himself into several back handsprings, landing with his back towards the fiery blaze of the club.

Suddenly a massive explosion ripped through the area, as the last bit of oil and gas mixed with the flame erupted. Spitting debris and balls of flame in every direction. Destroying the nearby buildings and complexes. Adding to the already immeasurable damage the two warriors had caused to the city. Several pedestrians ran through the area covered in fire screaming in pain before their lungs filled with smoke and their own burnt flesh. Nothing survived at ground zero. The Hunter had managed to scale a nearby fire escape to safety. Anxiously waiting for any sign of Gambler, alive or dead. As the blaze died down there was still no sign of the LeBeau Legacy. But as the smoke cleared a displaced manhole cover was evidence enough.

Gambler splashed down into the filth ridden water underneath the city letting the current take control as he drifted through the maze like tunnel systems of the sewer. The unorthodox tunnels mixed with the unbearable smell would no doubt play havoc with the Hunter's already heightened senses. Once again the Crafty Cajun had dodged a bullet, at least for now. Adding another notch to his long list of improbable escapes. He had been beaten but not broken, his arm would heal. Much faster then his pride all be it. He had never faced such a ferocious adversary before and he would never forget the Hunter. Their small battle would now escalate into an all out war. The Hunter with his Wolf Pack, and Gambler with his Hellfire Club. It wasn't business, it was now personal.

The extended pipeline flowed several miles just outside of New Orleans. Dumping its waste in the swamps, Gambler's home. As his body splashed into the gator invested waters he quickly scrambled to the shore. Where he was immediately greeted, "Welcome home brotha. Tis been to long mon ami."