Kado vs Shawn The Devil

Location: Manhattan, 42nd Street, New York
Temperature: 36 Degrees
 

Boom! Boom! Boom! The Corrupt Goliath toppled through the trees. Escalating them to high elevations, while he tackled through any and every object that blocked his travel. The power of his momentum was that of, a railroad train. Moving at sixty miles an hour, embedding his immense foot prints into the ground. Which is how in an earlier era thousands of years ago, he retained the aliases Big Foot. His top body was completely exposed to the thermal temperatures. Resulting in a consistent pour of sweat down his chest. His legs were covered, by torn leather pants, which had seen the objective of war. Around his ankles and his forearms, large chains dangled freely making him sound like a loose canine.

There was also a single chain wrapped around his waist like a belt, and connected over his right shoulder. Clutched in his right hand seemed to be another chain, dragging along with him. At the other end of it was large spiked ball. Making him brute machine. He came to a pause, standing at the tip of a cliff. Glancing at the beautiful over view of the city, and deep in his mind he picture what madness the battle would lay. Wildfire spread from building to building, as people screamed and Kado went berserk. He shook his head relieving himself of the thought. He took a large leap. From the three hundred feet cliff landing hard on the ground forming a crater. His impact had been so powerful, a shockwave was sent across the city as glass shattered from all nearby structures.

He stood merely thirty feet from his challenger. A divine demonic fiend, poured from the gates of hell. The Berserk Titan pulled the spike ball closer to him, preparing to take the offensive initiative. He analyzed his opponent from top to bottom, mentally scanning for weaknesses but he found none. It would take more than, a cross and some holy water to vanquish this demon. It would require the strategic ways of The Midnight Vipers. He glanced at the huge grandfather clock posted to the brick building reading eleven fifty nine.

AT twelve o’ clock he would make sure the battle commenced as planned. He pulled out a Cuban cigar, and inserted it between his lips. While shooting a middle finger at his opponent, below the cigarette. A small flame went ablaze, lighting the cigar as he took a long puff. As the smoke blew from his nose, it formed two letters “MV!” Dong!” The clock struck nine, as Kado pivoted form foot to foot like wild brute towards Shawn soon enough he was only ten feet from him. The twelve-foot monster stared down at the challenger, while with a quick thrust he swung his invulnerable ball and chain strain at the demon’s face.