Akuma, Supreme Master of the Fist
- 13th Hierarchical City of Kagutsuchi
After a surprisingly brief trek, the martial artist and his 'comrade' reached their destination. In a departure from the mechanical mish-mash of before, this district seemed to consist of a monolithic garden. The plant-life was arranged in complex and abstract patterns; and would likely be described as beautiful by most. As for Akuma, he was much too focused on following the trail of destruction to stop and smell the roses. Before he could seek out the source, however, it came to them.
Two outlandishly dressed individuals -natives of this realm, presumably- were engaged in a duel. One was a red-haired woman clad in black, wielding a short sword and bizarrely shaped shield. The other was a young man with an evident fondness for the colours black and red. As for his weapon, Akuma could hardly call it a sword. It was better described as a metal plank with a handle, or some sort of combat oar. From what the warrior could discern, the former of the two had the battle firmly under her control. The man had been forced onto the defensive, and would likely be felled before long.
The black-haired man suddenly took notice of their presence, and enacted a peculiar manoeuvre involving the surrounding foliage. For whatever reason, the man had mistaken them for civilians, and taken it upon himself to protect the mutant and the martial artist. Akuma, naturally, had no interest in being treated akin to a defenseless villager. After cracking his neck, the martial artist stepped ahead of his self-appointed 'saviour.'
"Reserve your chivalry for the truly helpless. I am Akuma, the Supreme Master of the Fist. As my comrade has stated, we need you alive, so that you might answer our questions."
Turning his attention towards the red-haired girl, Akuma moved to assume a fighting stance.
"Come forth, wench, and face a warrior who has transcended his humanity!"