BP Fight

Mercenaries of the Red Moon

A tall, dark, muscular figure stands between Felix and the door where his targets lie. With metallic arms adorned in red boxing gloves, a bald head, and prayer beads on his neck.

"A cyborg... monk... boxer?" Felix blurted out.

"I can't let you go through that door."

"And you're going to stop me?" Without a second thought, Felix fired.

"What's this? No bullets?" The man defended himself with the palms of his cybernetic hands, being pushed back.

Quickly, Felix pulled out his other gun and fired the trigger. But the bullets slowed down and came to a complete halt as it made contact with him.

"What the...?"

"Electromagnetic repulsion field."

"What kind of monk are you...?" Felix stammered, lowering his gun.

"Actually, I've let go of my beliefs as a monk when I used my hands for boxing. The beads on my neck only serve as a reminder of my past. Call me Claw." He replied as he lifted his fist, taking a boxer's stance.

"Sigh... I'm tired of fighting boxers." Felix sighed.

"I take you've taken a beating before."

"Sigh, I suppose you could say that."

"Hah, I knew it. Now put the little pea-shooters down and show me what you got."

"You realize I'm an assassin, right? I'm here to kill, not fight." Felix tightened his grip again and pointed it straight towards Claw's face, and fired.

"Anyone can kill with a gun and a little practice, but fist fights are the way you truly feel alive."

Claw charged towards Felix, neither the bullets nor blasts pushed him back. The two ornate guns flew up in the air as both of Felix's hands were struck with a swift uppercut. Felix grit his teeth, shocked at the ferocity that flung him a foot above the ground, but before he could land, Claw smiled and followed up by a direct jab to his face.

Unable to react, Felix was thrown half-way across the room.

"Come now. I was just getting warmed up, don't die on me so quickly."

As Felix got back up, Claw walked up to him, and extended his hand.

Felix slapped his hand away and responded, "Keh... hehehe...You're an idiot for not killing me there."

"I'm not much of a boxer..." He put down his ghostly, pale mask and cracked his knuckles.

"Oriental, I see." Claw commented as he gestured to Felix to lift up his own arms in the same stance.

Felix's eyes began to glow, and Claw's mouth opened slightly in response, before becoming a wide, excited grin. "What the hell?"

Claw lunged forward once more and attacked, one right, and a second left, and a third right, all landing square at his Felix. Yet Felix still stood with nothing more than little red marks on his face. Shrugging it off, fists flew between them, one after the next.

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Elsewhere, in an alleyway:

"What is a black oni doing all the way here in Los Angeles."

Nero turned around to face the man who asked him.

"May I ask your name and your purpose?" The man asked, wearing a silver silk hakama with a samurai sword on the side.

"I am the Crimson Phantom, and I've come to deliver judgment." Said Nero.

"I see... Unfortunately, I can't have you delivering judgment on my clients, you see. That both cuts my pay and tarnishes my reputation. I am called Talon."