Tokyo Troublemaker Takedown [ST]

As the grey skinned handler of these rampaging goons watched them all lose t heir shit on the market place around them, in truth he was a little disappointed in the results. Not that they weren’t fulfilling the task set to them, though some could be argued to be more giving into rage than flowing with it… no. He was annoyed they were all getting off too easy. Where were the heroes? Where they not patrolling this space? Guess it was a busy street so they mightn’t have expected any one to be so bold… damn. He might end up stuck looking after these runts!

Luckily for him though, a saving call arrived. The over zealous chant of a would be hero. Sure, if he knew his celebrities right this kid showing up in red armor with some sort of neon blade was far from a pro… but that also meant they’d get in far less trouble if he let his boys take out their wrath on him! His strikingly white fangs contrasting against his grey skin as he held a wide grin, all the while his goons shifting as they focused on the vigilante who’d called them out.

In turn, one by one as the countdown sounded the goons looked to their ring leader, looking for guidance. Even in their rage they seemed to fear him, their blande eyes and veiny forms facing him as they seemed to twitch and struggle against the instinct to lash out, but seemed to hold a fear that controlled their rage at least for a moment. As the countdown hit two, the grey skinned man shrugged and lit a cigarette between his limps, gesturing flippantly at the vigilante with a smirk, signalling for them all to go ahead and take him.

The closest was the rich looking boy with the lanky build, rushing forward to close the distance. He raised his hand, sparkles emitting from his palms, rapidly blinking and flashing, getting faster and faster as it seemed something was charging up… but Kenshin was faster. As he rushed in with a swipe of his blade right to the torso of the charging goon, he let out a harsh cough, a lazer firing from his palm over Kenshin’s shoulder. As devastating as it seemed to be, shattering a market stall in the distance in a single blow, the boy didn’t have much behind him. The rage faded from his eyes, and consciousness left them entirely, his body sent flying back in a single blow and crashing to the ground, the deep set veins across his arm and a side of his face slowly receeding as the injection’s effect faded from his unconscious body.

The smirk the grey skinned man held faded slowly as he looked down to the goon… he didn’t want the guy succeeding… but one blow. With the rage…?

His gaze lifted to meet the Vigilante’s… and he bit down into the end of his cigarette, growling through git teeth.

“New Test. Get him.”

The rest of the goons glanced from him then back to Kenshin. The porcupine-werewolf looking fellow rushed in next, dropping to all fours in a bestial rush. The fire quirker seemed to be backing him up, a blast of flame coming in to Kenshin from the right side, obscuring his view if he wanted to bare through it, while the werewolf continued to charge. Rather than striking with his claws, he braced an arm infront of him, the back of his forearm loaded with spikes as he leapt into a tackle.

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All goons range from F-E rank capabilities
Kenshin took out the rich boy with a lazer quirk in one blow (c rank offense vs G rank defense)
Werewolf porcupine charges.
Fire quirker covers him with a blast of fire from the back.
Werewolf tackles with his arm infront, spikes bared.

Kenshin Akadama

Watching this red ranger running circles around his mooks in training, the grey skinned, clear headed leader of the trough grit his darkened teeth in a harsh scowl as he had to just stand back and watch this mess unfold. From the words of his boss, he should give into the building frustration he was feeling. Unleash it. Let it all flow out onto the battlefield between his initiates and the beam saber wielding vigilante... but as much as he respected his boss he wanted to think he was a little more clear headed.

With the porcupine rushing forward with the cover of flames, his tackling strike seemed to be narrowly avoided by the swift feet of the power ranger esque vigilante, dropping into a roll, quills from his arm lodging into the tarmac of the road and a harsh growl emitting from his maw as he rose back to his feet in a crouched position, ready to rage forward and break the distance once again when a strike of the foes beam saber seemed to leap from the blade itself and start to cut through the air. A more hound like yelp pulsing from his lungs as he tried to raise his spiky arms in defense, only to be sent hurting back, as if carried by the weight of the beam strike itself.

In turn, the fire user that was trying his best to provide some sort of long range cover suddenly found a green powered spiky projectile hurtling towards him. In a moment of sheer instinct he dropped under the incoming were-cupine, and pressing a hand down into the ground, pushing off with force and blasting fire behind him to enhance his speed, coming in like a projectile himself as he tried to deliver a fire powered punch directly on the Vigilante.

Back in the center of the chaos, the last of the mooks barely flinched as the WereCupine collapsed into his gut, no pain radiating through his fat, and simply ripping the were-cupine from his flesh and placing him back on his feet. Something seemed to be building in him beyond the pulsing red veins down one side of his face, but instead, a gurgling, green glow, just beneath his skin situated in the fat of his neck, the lack of a neck seeming to instead allow for the storage for some quirky deposits of power, something readying itself for the next onslaught on the Vigilante.

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Porcupine knocked back
Fire user ducked under it, launched himself, and came in for a rocket powered punch with flames enhancing it's force
Porcupine injured but standing, lardass preparing something

(Sorry for the delay here, short post just to get back into the flow here for ya)

With Kenshin’s quick thinking and sharp combat experience, the dodge to the side and a spin attack was enough to take fire guy out of the game. He was already mid launch with minimal ways to protect himself, and the most he’d manage was a final wild burst of fire in the kid’s direction as he was knocked back, skimming across the ground briefly before crashing into some fruity market stand that had escaped their carnage earlier. The remainder of the group, lardass, wasn’t too perturbed, holding an angry glare as the veins down the side of his face pulsed more… firmly, a beat racing through them as his heart grew faster. He slowly reared forward, wild eyes locked on Kenshin.

With his hands firmly planted on the ground he opened up his mouth, metal teeth of some sort revealed to be lining his maw… but rather than parting as lips should they seemed to part like a perfect circle. The bulging green energy that formed in his throat pushed to the surface, crackling like electricity between his sharp metal teeth, and condensing in a sphere in the middle. With a sound that seemed like a person coughing ran through an auto-tune system, the condensed energy fired out from him, soaring towards Kenshin with immense speed. It was a fine, pinprick of a target, but it’s vibrant green color made it easy to track.

Should Kenshin dodge or take the attack, the ball would hold much more weight than it seemed, drilling against Kenshin’s defense or embedding itself in the surfaces behind him, holding for a second, maybe two, before rapidly expanding in a burst of green energy, rapidly seeming to decay everything caught in it’s sphere of influence. Should Kenshin guard against the attack it would wear against his armor, but with such a trained quirk it’d hardly be devastating, but certainly more than the goons before this.

With his attack, he seemed to be charging up another already, the energy forming in his… less fatty throat, each shot he prepared seeming to drastically reduce his weight as his clothes hung more loosely around him.