One day Earlier-
For nearly twelve months Tenjin searched for the infamous cyborg known as Warsman across the the Americas, Europe, Asia and even the Artic. His blood boiled every time he even thought of the machine's name, twice this monster has token his life and pay-back was only nessessary. One summer day he was watching the news at his pent house, laying down across the onyx colored couch with two bottles of Hennessey and Hypnotic resting in a pale of ice. His suite over looked a garden of cherry blossoms and a marble walking path each etched with a Buddhist prayer. He was tired and waiting for room service to bring him a pufferfish dinner when suddenly a interruption occured. A news flash of a cyborg destroying city after city in Romania where several units of National Guard were obilterated....Tenjin smiled as he leaped from his resting position into a standing position "You finally came out from your hole you son of a..." The door bell rang before he could finish his sentence.
Tenjin walked over to the door holding a steak knife behind his back, turned the crystal like door knob as he pulled the door open to reveal a bell hop dressed in a standard uniform "Your dinner sir..." said the man in a very arrogant and displeased voice. Katsuro smiled before plunging the knife into the man's throat carving a upwards "U" shaped gash from the right side of the neck to the other, tearing through the guys's windpipe. Gasping for air as he sufficated on his own blood the man fell to his knees before Tenjin pulled him into the room leaving him to die in a puddle of blood which was soaking into the beige carpet. Katsuro killed the man for sheer fun plus the man was the nephew of a Yakuza crime boss that Tenjin had some issues with. Making his way to the elevator he pulled a cellphone from his tight suit pocket and made a call to a friend "Give me a round trip ticket to Romania, first class and leave my belongings out so I can just go." About three hours later he was already on a plane heading towards his nemesis' location but with several packages already on board ready for his use.
Landing on the runway several hours later he exited the plane and a limo was waiting for him with his equipment and supplies in the trunk, he sipped on a glass of whiskey but this would be the last drink he would have while in Romania.
Present
Tenjin set several explosives after killing most of the employees at the Iron Gate Hydro-Electric powerplant, he stood outside and waited for his foe to arrive. Clad in a non-standard thick kevlar body suit to protect him from Warsman's blows, painted jet black and sealed with a anti-reflective polymer to help hide him in the darkness casted by the moonlite sky. Stars form constellations od Draco and Orion as well as the Big and Little Dippers. Iron Gate was a dam powered structure, enormous towers released highly concentrated steam into the air. Generators and pipes scattered across the now vacant area, sand and pebbles covered the dirt for footing. Twenty foot high light posts gave visibilty for the time being until Tenjin pushed the detonator in his right hand. As we stood atop a grey painted generator he saw the cyborg approach from his right and Tenjin spoke in slow words "Its been a long time, comrade. How is life treating you? Please forgive me for the lack of sport....." Katsuro pressed the red button with his thumb causing a series of explosions from stretegic points, releasing the intense elctromagnetic pulses in the area radius. Smoke and flames rose to the stars as all the lights were now demolished from the event, leaving it almost totally black.
Tenjin vs. Warsman- Battle at the Iron Gate
Newspapers called it "a massacre, horrible and simple". The one responsible gave no reason for his actions, for in the event that he was to be captured, there would be no prison to hold him. The Warsman had done what he did best and in the wake of it, no one was spared. He watched in silence atop mounds of rubble as reporters took glimpses into the carnage to try and detail it for others to see across the borders of the world. In his mind, they were just wasting their time.
However, there was one place he had ignored - the Iron Gate hydroelectric power plant. There was more than just one reason this had happened. Warsman knew that he would need somewhere to hide after his rampage, for there were more than just police after him, there were superhuman enforcers of the law pretending to be some kind of superhero. Even though he could easily wipe them all into ruin, Warsman thought it to be wiser to stay low for a long while. The Iron Gate was just the place for this, since it was long ago abandoned of guards and tours, yet still produced electric power to the masses.
The other reason for its survival was that Warsman needed an ecstatic boost to his own power. He was slightly weaker than he had been before the attack and planned to use the electricity in the plant to bolster himself back to a full extent.
Present-day
The place was much larger than he had expected. Concrete extended as far as his neck would bend upwards to gaze upon the tips of the wall. Piping ran in confused, yet somehow organized, patterns all around him and still more so out of sight and mind. A heavy sigh and a cloud of cold breath escaped from the bottom of his mask. He wore a black t-shirt over a grayer, long-sleeved one, the former with the logo "DTD" written in white lettering. Warsman wasn't too fond of hiding his armor, for suspicion of a sneak attack, and wore his helmet - which was royal blue - and dangled a feather upon a silver tassel upon the right temple. He had his hands in the pockets of a pair of jeans and he narrowed his gaze, taking one from his pocket to tear open the entrance-door with. This opened into a tunnel dimly-lit with lightbulbs sprouting from a distance of about ten feet from the last. The hallway was tall - enough for the giant to move around in comfort from being so far away from the ceiling - but narrow, and Warsman could feel at times as if his shoulders would catch and he would have to move along like a sea-crab.
However, this was never to be, and Warsman opened into a larger room filled with generators and the like, each buzzing with currents. The sheer uncontrolled static brought his hair from his shoulders. He smirked and moved forward to touch a nearby generator and become whole again, but a familiar and unsuspected voice came from all around him, as if the speaker was built into the speakers lining the corners of the room.
"Its been a long time, comrade. How is life treating you? Please forgive me for the lack of sport....."
It seemed to herald a series of explosions, all of which from the generators, and Warsman was lost in a cloud of black smoke and searing flames. His clothes caught aflame and he tore them away, his armor sprouting from his skin in a flash of royal blue. He looked for his foe and tried to teleport, but it was then he realized something was wrong. He didn't budge in the attempt. Warsman raised his hand and concentrated, but he would only get it to become as if it were dying coals in a fireplace before it burned out completely.
"You bastard - disabling the powers downloaded into my body. What's the limit of your cowardice, I wonder?"
And thus he surged forth, spying his foe through the blackened air, knocking the smoke and flames into little more than trickles and embers in the midst of his rage. A command recorded through brain and machine and from the cyborg's arm rose a great hook, raised to dismember Tenjin.
Tenjin's face cloaked in a black mask seemed expressionless, like a true shadow except the eyes that pierced through the abyss and at the cyborg. His eyes were like cinders intense and dialated, his brow wrinkled with the ferocity of a cornered tiger. Clenching his fists together with such force his arms trembled but underneath the mask was a ghoulish smirk on his face. Placing his right leg backwards and buckling his legs to prepare for his next move. As the fist came into tenjin's range he leaped vertically nearing fifteen feet in the air letting the enormous hook slam into the generator to unleash a uprising smoke masking Tenjin's aerial preformance as he corkscrewed with uncountable rotations. As he spun he pulled several shuriken from his thighs letting a brillant flickering of light before he ceased and made a "X" with his body looking down on Warsman. Still gripping the several shuriken between his fingers he flung his arms to cross pathes at the same time releasing the ninja stars with great speed towards the machine's neck and armor fold creases. As desended down he recovered in mid-air with a front flip into a crouching standard ninja position in the darkness.
"I imagine you are still alive....but your question, my cowardice knows no bounds here. Prepare yourself Warsman." Tenjin suddenly disappeared into the shadows, merging with them like a specter. He reappeared on several pipes to the left, they ran in unison about ten feet in the air, he held two smoke bombs in his hands with his thumbs inside the pins before flicking them off the grenade like devices and tossed them towards Warsman. Katsuro proceeded to run across the pipes like a tight rope walker in a circus preformer with intense speed before leaping towards a ten foot generator. As he lunged towards it he unseathed his sword and hid it vertically behind his back not to let the reflecting lights from the moon to the swords reveal his position. He silently leaped down like a jungle cat and used his stealth to get within range of his opponent. Not even saying a word he cluthed the sword in a reverse grip and with a fluid slash starting at the the legs aimed for the neck in a horizontal motion. He was attempting to breach the armor and sever whatever lurks inside the neck. He knew warsman was fast and leaped backwards and tossed another handful of shuriken towards the eyes.
Smoke erupted from the generator like steam rank with red hot anger and rage, spraying into Warsman's face, but not searing it. He watched the shadowous creature move about the rafters with all the agility of an animal, his heat tracking systems malfunctioning some, but still able to keep up with the man. Tenjin suddenly leaped, throwing stars of cold steel at Warsman's metal-coated flesh, hoping to find some weak point in it. However, the cyborg moved not and allowed the points to enter into his form, but merely took them and discarded such into the abyss of elsewhere regions.
He laughed once and moved to strike at Tenjin, a fist pulled back and another teeming with the sounds of a raging saw, its teeth lit with blue plasma energy that only increased the percentage of a clean cut through skin and bone. Warsman suddenly arched wide to the left, evading a second volley of projectiles - this time smoke bombs - and coming from a flank to the ninja, his saw left in reserve as his fist was marked to collide with Tenjin's cheekbone.
"You can't hide forever!"
With that, he swung madly at Tenjin with the deadlier weapon, but found it stopped by a katana - the two pieces of warfare summoning an array of blue, gold, and sometimes even scarlet sparks and horrid grinding noises as the more persistent weapon threatened to snap the sword in twain.
Sparks displayed a spectrum of bright colors as the metal grinded and scraped against one another. The obviously more physically powerful Warsman began to take control of the struggle causing the ninja's legs to buckle but yet he continued to push back with all his might. Tenjin smiled, his hands shivered wildly as he summoned every mucle to push back, the hilt of the sword felt like fire as he hands continued to grip it. Using his right leg as a lever he raised himself to his feet in a hunch position letting the sparks dance and fall onto his back. Katsuro used the mechine's own strength against him and flicked the sword downwards pointing the tip towards the ground and slipping of slightly to the side hoping to let the machine slide past him and off balance. Sweeping the blade upwards in a swift and powerful swing towards the joint on the cyborg's body where the arm met the torso then wheeling in a cartwheel to the left gaining some distance. The night blacketed the sky in clouds only light visible was the dull silhouette of a full moon. The eerie silence was broken by the crashing of water onto the dam in the distance and the crackle of broken machinery letting of sparks from wires.
"Few things are impossible to diligence and skill. Great works are performed not by strength, but perseverance. I qoute Samuel Johnson" Said Katsuro in a low demonic voice before proceeding to speak "Have you ever heard of the story the 47 Ronin? If you have then me mentioning it may not make sense but in due time....you will learn its meaning"
Underneath his skin tight mask he smiled as he literally disappeared into the shadows and then reappeared through Warsman's own shadow with his blade's tip aimed from the nearest crease in his armor. Diving down into a crouching position he slashed at the back of Warsman's heels, hopefully severing some form of tendon or joint before he faded into Warsman's shadow once more.
he emerged behind a generator then seathed his sword, he knew melee combat and head to head tactics against the titan was useless and futile. Clutching a miasma bomb he tossed it into the air, the device exploded and unleashed a posionous toxin into the air...he did not know if the being needed to breathe but it was worth a shot.
The saw retracted into him, allowing an open hand to fall upon as a small jet of flames pushed Warsman from a near-fall experience into a standing position. However, this didn't last long, as his ankle's suddenly bursted into a sharp pain as the cyborg staggered to keep balance, blood accenting his every move. He regained his composure after an instant, his ankles returning to normal.
Though his eyes darted back and forth between every corridor and piece of the room, he did not detect Tenjin aside from a periodic calling from behind a piece of machinery. This came always at random, in sequence with the words, and the ninja seemed to be moving, though Warsman thought he knew he was somewhere in a single point in the building. Warsman took a few steps forward, moving with absolute silence with a forearm poised to sprout an immense blade if Tenjin would be around a corner, thus enabling the removing of at least something. However, no more noise came for a while. He was moving.
Warsman looked to the rafters, to the generators, and all around him for that matter, not frantically but seemingly as if he was panicked; he was simply focusing. Darting sounds, the quiet footsteps inaudible to anyone, as if their targets were numbed of the ears. Warsman heared these - barely - and out from his shoulder came a great bolt-caster and from it a flash, and the roof was bare where he had shot, destroyed and crumbled to the floor. The cyborg only needed the moonlight to shine off Tenjin's sword, and he would have him.
But this wasn't without flaw; Tenjin came from a perch, hidden perfectly behind one of the unchecked generators in the far arms of the room, and tossed great bombs of poisonous gas at the cyborg, hoping for the contained pollution to haunt him and contian him for a moment or two. It did just that, but only for an instant. Warsman coughed once, twice, and held his breath, instead busting his fingers into the floor below, ripping asunder a platform of concrete with which he swiped at the air with a violent motion, sweeping the pollution into elsewhere with the wind. This would hopefully cause discomfort in the ninja, but just in case it provided no ample supply of such, Warsman leaped at him - knowing Tenjin's newest perch by examining a sudden glint from the moon into the polished face of a blade - and with a great fist he attempted to pry Tenjin from this seat and force him elsewhere into the multitude of steel generators and concrete pillars and rubble.
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