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(( I'm sorry, I've lost interest in fighting this character type. ))

"Taxi," He said immediately as he started off for the streets. "Gonna have to wave another down."

It wasn't only that the demon-man truly wanted to help the young priestess he'd known since she was a child. He enjoyed all his visits to the temple, and if there was trouble, some bloody mess, Stryphe wouldn't pass up the opportunity to revel in it.

[Who is willing to have a match with me?]

(( I am. ))

"Urraaagghh---OOF!"

Those at home who were watched the high resolution streaming version of this fight would hear the sound of knuckles against jaw as it boomed against their walls. Yusuke was struck to the ground by that well timed punch, sending the teenager in a fast fall. It was only by the graces of his fast reflexes that he caught himself in time from a hard face plant, both hands hitting the ground with his feet following to rebound himself in a flip back to his feet. He refaced Kenji from his left flank, crouched in position. Instead of checking to see if his jaw had been broken or not, the kid just got back up, rushing Kenji again.

That's right. One strike wasn't going to take Yusuke Urameshi down. Getting right back into their little brawling range, Yusuke decided to wise up, lifting his dukes in more favorable positions. Left foot acted as a lead to give his left side an initiative. With his fists ready, Yusuke swung out a left jab at Kenji's face. This was no feint. It was just to check the distance, and maybe hit him if he was lucky. Whatever the case, a right straight was coming right after it, then a left straight, then a right...you get the point. Pretty much, Yusuke was advancing and using his fists in an offensive way to try to break through Kenji's guard nab him with some flurries.

5

As Edward made his annoyed remark, he would hear the distinctive sound of a grenade hitting marble. Whatever his response was did not matter, for the grenade would immediately start spinning around wildly and spewing grey smoke out of its cylindrical form. The dense smoke would coat half of the arena and probably give Edward a slight coughing fit, but it was nothing dangerous - just for show.

The smoke calmed down to bring about the visage of a silhouette with arms raised in the air, and then disappeared entirely to show a triumphantly - and mysteriously - healed Krausse Kruegar standing ten yards from Edward with his fists in the air like the arrogant b*****d he was. Krausse looked like the model of the sharp dressed, sharp looking man with his unnaturally perfect facial structure that was almost offset and made eerie by his eyes that glowed a strange, empty violet. Unlike in his match with Leonard, Krausse had no suit jacket on or katana at his waist. Instead, all he had was a six inch long, dull metal rod in one hand.

Then, Krausse realized there was no crowd. His arms dropped down slowly, only to be folded across his chest.

"I finally remember the ******** smoke bombs and no one is here to give a s**t," Krausse pouted like a b***h. "What the ******** is up with that, Ed?"

Coughing, though his cybernetic lungs helped, the cyberpunk tried to wave the smoke away as he took a few steps back. Away from the smoke cloud and away from the inconsiderate ******** who threw it. Ed realized that this could have easily been an assassination attempt, and the smoke grenade could have been easily a frag. If that was the case, then the punk would have been a goner. Not so though. It didn't matter, although he would have to be more careful now. especially if he went ahead with his current plans.

One eye closed and his vision changed to the heat spectrum instantly. He caught the warm figure of Krausse in his sight. The man hadn't tried a fast one on him, and a look around made it clear he didn't bring friends either. Okay, Krausse wasn't trying to kill him. His vision reverted back to the 'world of light' as the smoke cloud drifted away, revealing the smug looking Krausse Kreugar behind. Edward Queensborough frowned.

"What made you think people would come to watch?" The punk asked, throwing his machete and bowie off the ring and brandishing his crowbar. "I'm the only other soul that knows about this appointment.

"So, let's get started."

The cyborg advanced, not slowly, but not insanely quick either. He'd be in striking range in no time, unless his opponent had other plans. The heavy crowbar spun in his right hand.