Inspired Fight And Action Scenes

Ink, Inspired by Ip Man vs 10 Black Belts

There was a hiss and a moment of silence before the head of my beloved rolled from her shoulders. I thought I felt my pupils dilate from shocked unbelief. I gripped the bars as the image was hot-branded into my brain, scarring my very being and cracked this shell that itself was a cage. A cage of a monster no-one wants to see...

It all starts when I get out of the cage...

"Open the door!" I screamed at the other prisoner that they kept as a translator.

"OPEN THE DOOR!!"

"Sensei please don't do this."

"OPEN. THE. DOOR."

Before me was a cathedral-like dojo. Walls and statues were of stone, save the iron bars attempting to cage me. The sun was shining grey from outside but filtered in through the multi-colored windows depicting some battles of warriors of old that these foreigners respected. The dojo had a wooden floor arena like those back home. Among the statues were gargoyles, striking unease into anyone unfamiliar with them that beheld them.

The others were looking at me with worried expressions. These monsters didn't play fair and my love was dead; I felt it coming, ink began to run throughout the birthmarks on my body. I was about to write out my pain in blood.

He was on the edge of tears when he translated to the guards to open the door. Once open I strode purposefully into the dojo; this was supposed to be a tournament but the monsters threw a sword into the arena once my love had been defeated by three men. These drones of men were obligated to follow any order from a superior mostly because their lives depended on it. They all wore white monk-like robes and watched out from underneath their hoods in silence as the fisticuffs began but the next round hadn't started.

I looked up at the man that threw the sword into the ring. Above the area we entered was a lofter in which they watched and did whatever else they did, it was positioned in a way that I couldn't see all that was up there. Once inside the dojo I also noted a few banners between the windows. Their symbol was a blood red spot with a black background, like the sun shining red at midnight; it was a symbol I have come to utterly detest. We were supposed to name out the number of men we wanted to fight,

"I want ten."

My translator begged me, "Don't do it!"

"I. Want. Ten." I cut out.

He translated and the man and his commanding officer was interrupted from whatever they were doing. The question was written all over their faces,

"Ten?"

My translator nodded.

The man with the sword laughed a hearty laugh when the other studied me carefully. The commanding officer nodded and the sword man named some names of the men who were going to assemble from behind me. As was custom, so we didn't know who we were fighting, all of them got up before the ten called took their positions. I turned to them and watched them as they formed a crescent circle around me. Before they finished I tore off my cross necklace and set it at the foot of the dojo arena and took my position, glaring at them. They bowed and their feet clapped simultaneously as they entered their ready stance all that was left was me to be ready.

I took my inking hands and bowed with my fist atop my other open palm: a sign of evil over good.

Two charged me and went for leaping side kicks; I caught both and tossed them onto their backs. Another was coming from the center with a spinning axe kick but I caught that as well and redirected him also into the ground and leapt into the air like the birds among the clouds... and then my booted heel crushed his head like a sledgehammer from God. Blood began to stain the ground and carry his eyeballs away in the chunky floe.

One down...

I blocked another kick and rolled to get out of the clutter and get a man away from the others. Before he could react I was punching him with extreme speed in his body before taking his slow punch and trapping his arm and snapping it at the elbow.

Two down...

I dodged a high kick with a sweep that landed home before I went to another man. I drove a punch into this one like I was reaching for his spine, knocking the breath from him, before I took him by the head I twisted his arm, also gripping his chin and threw him. As he spun away and rolled a few times I caught an axe kick and stretched his legs to the point that you heard his tendons tighten from strain. He was helpless as I kicked him thrice in the face and then suddenly smacked my foot on the already tight leg; breaking it.

Three down in less than a minute...

I kicked his neck back, killing him, before I started on the others. I sidestepped two leaping kicks and the men flew past me as another went for a punch which I blocked. I then punched him in his middle before twisting his arm back. He was defenseless as I rained down punches on his jaw and then I kicked his leg out from under him and rolled over him away from his comrades... arm in tow; breaking it.

My monk-like enemies had fear in their eyes after I finished their fourth man.

One tried another leaping kick which I side stepped and another tried to engage me with another in-stance kick. It was sorta like an spinning heel and once I blocked it I kicked his other leg out from under him so hard that he did a corkscrew in the air before hitting the ground.

Then they finally wised up and all four surged me. I blocked and countered ferociously; kicking away kicks (and kicking that guy back down behind me), and blocked strikes to counter a few on each until they relented. One I poked in the eyes, another I landed a tiger-strike to his throat before ripping it out and then dodged the idiot behind me. Kicking the last one from me I leapt atop my grounded opponent with my knee in his kidneys. Something was crushed but I didn't stop there as I elbowed his back; breaking ribs and then got up, rolling his head against the floor with my heel in a way that snapped his neck.

Four left...

Two threw punches at once and I caught them, twisted their wrists and kicked them down with each foot. I moved to the other two and kicked one away before I attacked the other with almost all the speed I possessed; hitting him in the torso SO hard and SO fast that he was going to die from an irregular heartbeat. I was still striking like a jackhammer before his spasming body could hit the ground.

Somewhere down the line my hands were cut or built up lacerations from all the fighting in the past two or three minutes and blood mixed with the ink...

The next I kicked to the ground before punching his head so many times it was quickly unrecognizable and he wasn't responding; jackhammering part of his brains into the floor.

The last two glanced at one another nervously; breathing heavy. One wiped his mouth before charging with a hook. He was helpless as I twisted his wrist, kicked the back of his leg, forcing him to kneel as I slowly twisted until his arm also snapped. I slowly raised my dark, hooded gaze toward my last opponent and kicked his friend into the dojo floor. He went for a kick, trying to keep his distance but I caught that as well and pulled him in for a punch to the stomach and then twisted him off his feet, his head between my legs and I pounded it until it cratered and then I dropped it.

I beat ten men, untouched, and bowed to signify that the fight was obviously finished...

It all starts when I get out of the cage...
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This world was also inspired by Naruto and I had wrote a story when I was younger... and stupider. Lemme know if you want to see him out of his cage!