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Kaosu wasn't familiar with the area, but he was told this was a shortcut. And quite the dirty one, at that. Kaosu thought, trying his hardest not to soil his robes as he walked down the long path. A few screeches of mice freaked him out just slightly, but he was okay with the fact. He had owned rats before, so mice weren't a problem.

Then, about halfway through the dark and murky alleyway, Kaosu heard a rattle. Not so dry and ominous as a rattlesnake's, but a rattle nonetheless. He stopped, his heart beating louder, harder as he searched for the source of the eerie noise. Then, a large metal trashcan rolled into the street. He heard someone curse as the can finally came to a rest in the middle of the alley.

"Who's there?" Kaosu yelled forward. He knew someone was there. Voices do not usually materialize themselves from nowhere. "Come out now." Then, almost instantly as Kaosu said this, a figure emerged from the shadow.

"Well, I'm out now." The figure said. For as much as Kaosu could see, the man had muscles but they looked out of work as their tone was hidden by a large amount of flab. "I thought I was being silent enough, oh well." Kaosu stood his position as the man approached forward. "Now, if you would, little boy, hand over everything valuable and no one will get hurt."

Kaosu was about to voice his displeasure and objection, when he heard the scruff of feet behind him. He ducked, missing a whirring pipe by just a hair. He pulled his zanpaku-to from his newly positioned shoulder sheath, ready to take on the next attack. Kaosu smiled as he said "So, it's a fight you want, huh? Well, then, this 'little boy' is going to send you with your tails inbetween his legs."

Kaosu saw the small, intricate dagger plunging toward his throat. Probably stolen Kaosu thought as he planned his next move, whether or not the other oaf was going to join in the fight or not. But that didn't matter, because Kaosu just grabbed the man's wrist tightly, halting the motion of the dagger. He then twisted, forcing the man to drop the dagger onto the grimy earth below.

[Dodge Roll: 1d20 + 12]

Kaosu took a swing at the man with the pipe, the only one with a weapon at the time. He knew the other man was probably searching in the dark for his dagger, but current dangers possessed more importance. He took a swing at the big man, aiming right for his large jaw with his hard knuckles.

Kaosu hated beggars and bums. They needed to get off their lazy asses and DO something with their lives, but they continued to live in refuse, complaining about how badly their lives sucked. Well, this fact didn't deter Kaosu from using all his strength behind his blows.

[Attack roll: 1d20 + 6]
[Dodge roll: 1d20 + 12]

Kaosu jumped upwards, up and over the arc of slimy pipe, missing it by centimeters. Then, on the return descent, he saw the other man had finally found his knife under a greasy pile of papers. I'd better knock out number two here, Kaosu thought, or this may be a bit harder than anticipated. So, continuing the motion, he used both gravity and his strength to push his knuckles downward, slicing a straight line towards the man's nose.
[Attack Roll: 1d20 + 6]
{Dodge Roll: 1d20 + 12}

But, instead of a man searching for his dagger, Kaosu saw a figure already near enough to Kaosu to smell his vile odor. Kaosu had minimal time to react, but he was in the same situation with Ugu. Not enough time to react. But, this was life-threatening, not bruise-enduring.
{Attack Roll: 7}
[Dodge Roll: 12]

Unfortunately, the swing whizzed by with a hairs breadth near his chest, ruffling through the man's shirt instead. Kaosu turned, and the man he just attacked was already on the offensive, the big man lugging behind, bloodied face and pipe in tow. Looks like he'd have to take them on both at a time.
{Attack Roll: +7}
{Attack Roll: +5}
[Dodge Rolls: +12]