Kyokushin Blood

Chapter XXXIII - Blood and Rescue (Part 14)

"That was smart thinking," Makoto commented as he gently touched the exposed muscle on his neck, groaning at the string. "Taking out one of the many muscles connected to my shoulder? Really going to reduce my punching power."

"Punching power?" The grinning Shinichi questions, unclipping his belt and removing it from its loops. "I just wanted to know what you tasted like it."

Shinichi wrapped the belt tightly around his hand, leaving the metallic buckle to hang loosen at the end of the new-weapon. Shinichi rushed forward with the dark blue trail following him closely behind.

Makoto didn't waste time to throw a kick aimed for Shinichi's skull, but the Delinquent countered with an upward whipping of the metallic buckle into the chest.

"Ah!" Makoto groaned in pain, his body struggling to remind in his attacking position.

"I can understand losing to Unit 4!" Shinichi spoke as he delivered another whipping to Makoto's thighs.

"I mean, he was a special ops in World War 2, for fuck sake!" He took a step behind Makoto and whipped his upper belt. "But to a dimwit, fucking mummy's boy like you?"

Shinichi rotated his body and whipped Makoto's ass, which caused a massive groan of pain. Veins grew along his neck as Shinichi's grin only continued to grow.

"Bad, bad, bad boy!" Shinichi shouted as he continued to whip the ass of Makoto.

"Motherfucker! Cut it out!" Makoto threw a quick backwards kick.

Shinichi didn't answer, quickly dodging to the left. He ran up behind Makoto and wrapped his belt around the Jindai High Fighter's neck, tightening it to a point where the belt struggled to not snap entirely.

Makoto began crawling at the strangulation point, before swiftly twisting his torso to slam his elbow into the side of Shinichi's head. The Delinquent's head reeled to the side, the blue trail of his Emotional Surge continuing to flow as he released his hold on the belt.

He jumps back as Makoto breaths heavily, unbuttoning his shirt and removing it to reveal several flagellation over the areas of impact. He drops the shirt and begins moving towards Shinichi.

"You're a dirty fucker." He insults, "Using your belt as a whip? Really?"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Shinichi laughed. "You wanted to see this side of me, no? Not my fault you pushed it."

"It seems like you're almost enjoying it." Makoto comments.

"Hurry up and beat him, you Delinquent!" Emiko yelled as she pulled against her rattling chains.

"Don't worry, Beautiful, i'm getting there!" Shinichi looked back at the kidnapped girl and chuckled. "And by the way, my names Shinichi!"

A foot slammed against the top of Shinichi's foot, the Delinquent looking towards him as a sudden punch slammed against the Delinquent's face. His head reeled back, but the whip-like belt slammed into Makoto's cheek.

The two continued to exchange blows. Makoto knees Shinichi's stomach, but the Delinquent responded with a headbutt to Makoto's chin. The Muay Thai fighter's head flew back before being tackled by the other fighter.

Their bodies blew through the drywall, Shinichi lifting Makoto up and throwing him down.

CRACK!

The ground nearly shattered by the force. Shinichi lifted the man up before slamming him down again. And, again. And, again! The floor gave out as Makoto's torso fell through whilst Shinichi's feet stood firm.

Makoto shoots his hand forward and grabs Shinichi's throat, attempting to strangle the air out.  Shinichi's grin never once faded. The Delinquent took hold of a broken shred of concrete, before rushing it above his head.