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For a moment, the young man just lay on his back, glaring at the sky from his place on the hill as he gasped for air. From the trail of water leading up to that spot, and the puddle forming underneath his dripping form, it wasn't very hard to tell that he had taken a dip in the nearby river, and he clearly wasn't very happy about it. This young man, the infamous delinquint "Joe", was fresh out of the fray with a local gang, and though a combination of gravity and the river saw fit to end it for him, he wasn't going to give up so easily.

Josuke kept still for a moment, still getting used to the idea of breathing air instead of water, and in a flash, he was off, vengance written boldly across the constant scowl he saw fit to carry. It wasn't hard to tell that punk was covered in cuts and bruises from a recent fight but, he only seemed driven on by this, adding it to the list of grievances which he was going to take out on the first Bosozoku that he found. Without reason, without a shred of human logic, Josuke pushed forward, not stopping for a second to realize that his was a path that was completely without destination.

Like a boar, he rampaged, searching for someone to fight, utterly without luck until a gathering group caught his eye. He wasn't one to pass up a chance like this, so without a moment to stop and think, Joe called out,
"Hey! Boso! Make sure I'm dead before you dump me in the river. I ain't close to finished with you punks!"

A few turned to meet the shouting challenger with looks of annoyed confusion, and met his menacing grin. This may or may not have been the gang that Josuke had challenged earlier, and their gathering probably had nothing to do with him, but there was no way in hell that Fujisawa's lone wolf punk was going to pass up the chance to blame someone else for his problems. Joe didn't notice the girl at the center in the slightest, but a few of the members had certainly taken notice of his frightening smile as he waited to start the attack.

No matter what you thought of it, there was nothing more fun than annoying a crowd of Bosozoku on a sunny day, even if their attention seemed to be turned towards someone else at the moment.

Without warning, Joe dashed forward and sent a quick, random flurry of blows. His aim seemed to be about as random as his timing, and though he didn't stop for a second to check which attacks hit and missed, there was nothing that could have prepared the enemy for the unpredictable Josuke.

Actually, even Joe wasn't prepared for Joe. Without thinking, he was drawn into the thick of their crowd, surrounded by the people that he had unknowingly pushed aside with his aggressive charge. He didn't stop to check their injuries, especially since all of his own were from a previous fight, and didn't take much of a toll on his inhuman stamina. Like always, he was a wild boar, mowing down anything in his path until he could no longer stand.

For just a moment, though, Joe stood in the crowd, searching for the guy who had spoken to him. To try to get another handle on his voice, Joe commanded him,
"I don't know the meaning of trouble. Just shut up and fight, Boso."

That was one of his favorites, Boso. Not only did it sound like immature name calling, but it was the first four letters of Bosozoku, which gave him plenty of reason to overuse it. Only his half-hearted wit could break up the moments of his destructive attack, Josuke had half of a moment to check his surroundings. Apart from the gang members that he planned to continue assualting, there appeared to be some out-of-place girl in the midst of the happenings. With a look of puzzlement, Joe dropped his stance for a second, and questioned her,
"Yo, you with them? I'd get outta the way, since I don't hit girls."

)( OOC: Sorry its such a blah post. I'm not feeling well. )(

For just a split second, the rush seemed to break, taking in the other person's moves even as he continued to move forward, continuing his seemingly mindless rampage that consumed the gang members that got too close. As the leader moved away into a feint, Josuke himself began to move outward while attacking any minor combatant that didn't quite get the message that these two were fighting.

Before the next punch could be thrown, it was becoming entirely obvious just what this wild fighter had accomplished so far. While it had before just been a rampage that pushed back the lines of the battle, a small circle existed around Joe and his opponent, shaped in a very specific way, all in some effort to gain the upper hand. Josuke really was a wild boar, as it turned out, but he was one driven by some kind of logical pattern.

With this hole solidly opened up, Josuke had plenty of room to dodge the man's low punches by stepping back, finally avoiding his first attack of the fight, which seemed it could have left some lasting damage if his initial plan had been accomplished even a second or two later. For now, though, Josuke had the room, so he began his own attack, much different than the puches he had thrown so far.

The first move, possibly launching another pattern that the fighter would use to shape the field, began with a quick pivot on his righ heel, diagonally cutting back into the space between him and the enemy, so that his left shoulder proudly jutted towards him. Quickly following, he performed another pivot, quickly sliding into the other's space, using that extra motion to speed up his right hook that had been hidden by his back and shoulder until it drew close.

All at once, his random movements were gone, now replaced what appeared to be an actual fighting style. He still moved like a man possessed by some kind of demon, but the delinquint known as Josuke was using this chance to show off just why he was challenging the local gangs in such an odd way.