It was still day. Darnel had been waiting in front of the building for Byron to give him the damn signal everything was clear. Where on earth was he? The man would pace back and forth in front the building impatiently. Time was of the essence, people would continue about their daily business. Unaffected by the events that were transpiring within that building.

Meanwhile, suddenly rapid footsteps could be heard coming closer to the door. From within, as Darnel would perk up. Just who exactly was coming out?Was it Byron?Did he have his kid with him?

Backing up carefully from the door, the father would watch. Only to see the door burst violently up with a large BANG!.

The sight in front of him horrified him however. As a gruffly dressed man appeared to be running out with his kid. He had to intervene at the very least. Running directly torwards him to atleast hinder his movement.


Before he could really try to hold him back. Darnel was elbowed in the face as the man ran forward. However he would stop, Heh. Your the stupid pops from earlier huh? Your damn kid won't tell me where the freaking fruit is!

The blow stung, he was nearly on the ground, but he got up, albeit with some struggling. My Kid.....Doesn't know where any damn fruit is! The father struggled to stay up, he was only at the level of a tier 0 combatant. Not really capable of any form of fighting right now. Damn...Where the hell was Byron even! He'd attempt to get closer, but the man brandished a knife out, holding it at his kids throat.

Inching it back and forth away from his neck, the man made sure to get his message across, in fact why stop there?He'd do a small incision across his kids cheek, as red would begin to pour out,



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Byron had rushed out of the building as fast as he could. Panting like hell, damn this man could run fast. Just how fast could he even run? Taking in carefully the site of what was going on. It seemed Darnel was trying to stop the guy but was failing right now. The "captain" holding the boy hostage was not hesitating, the okama had to play his cards right, or else the boy would be executed.

Hey wait!

Oi wait just a freaking minute....The captain would move his knife away from the kid now, staring at Byron Intently, almost distracted by him.

Your the guy that killed my freaking crew!YOU! I'll gut you in front of all these people for that damnit!He was pissed at him. Recognizing him immediatly, he had a option. Either attempt to avenge his crew, or try to find the dang fruit. He hesitated, opting to try to kill off Byron. As he threw the kid back at Darnel. Darnel would immediately catch him.



The man motioned his switchblade at the air towards Byron.


Brandishing his knife, he would rush at Byron immediately. Indicating the start of a fight now.



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The okama leapt back immediatly at the man's surprise rush torwards him. He couldn't avoid any wounds early on, this man seemed to care about his crew as well despite throwing them about like mere pawns.

...Or maybe, Byron just didn't know enough about him, but here on out. Negotiations were off, before. He would have tried to talk it out with him. Though that was a time when Byron was foolish, ignorant, and cowardly. Now....Now he actually accepted that this was a fight he couldn't run from.

Slipping his hands into his pockets to put on his gloves, would prove to be a rookie mistake. As the man would not  hesitate to nick a slash directly across his left upper arm. Red seeping from the wound now as the okama recoiled back in pain. He still wasn't getting used to being hit..


Flicking his knifes blood to the side. Causing some who were watching this little "battle" to cringe. As the blood splat on the ground, just who on earth was this maniac? Byron backed up, brandishing his claws now. As the Okama prepared his own counterattack. No longer trembling blindly. He would rush Steely Dan. Crouching down to avoid a reflexive slash from him, and with both hands, would execute a "push" technique on his abdomen. Basically sliding forward and "pushing" him with the move.

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Stamina: 175/190

His blow had worked. Sending the man reeling back and clutching his abdomen. However he managed to get a nick on Byron's left forearm in the process. Leaving a long, thin cut across there through his clothing sleeve that bled slightly, but certainly was not a concern at this time.

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Rushing torwards Byron. He'd brandish his knife again, with some skill. He'd make it seem like he was attempt a horizontal one, which the okama had prepared himself for, but in reality. The attack ws a feint for him to stab Byron in his left shoulder. Twisting the blade, this battle was an eye for an eye though. As Byron would slash his right arms clawed hand into the man's neck. Due to the iron material, he'd leave a four claw thin but horizontal series of gashes across his throat. In normal circumstances, Byron would not be able to maim the man so quickly, but his arrogance had caused him to expose himself. Leaving him a opportunity to truly take him down.

However, just when it seemed his opponent would be brought down by his assault. He backed up immediately. Leaving only his neck slightly grazed, and the knife coming out of Byron. More blood was starting to spurt. He had to end it fast somehow...Or otherwise this would just keep going back and forth like a pair of rewinding domino's. Rushing to break the distance beside the pain. Byron rolled forward, pushing himself off the ground the okama would launch himself into the air. Only about...3 meters, as he brandished his claws to rake down at "dan"

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Stamina:150/190

Dan cockily held his knife at the air, ready to practically impale Byron. Giving out a cocky sneer, man this queer was stupid. He was gonna land right into his tra-.


....!

Mid-Air. Byron had adjusted himself upon seeing his opponent aim his knife torwards the air. Leaning more to the right. Instead of coming down directly on his opponent. he would come onto his side, Proceeding to drag his claws rapidly across his right arm and chest. Leaving severe lacerations on those areas. The man would blindly swing at Byron's direction, only to miss and stumble back. The Blood loss getting to him, but the bloodloss was starting to effect Byron now as well. With which he backed away, and began to pull out bandages in order to cover his own openings with.


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The doc proceeded to continue to wrap his dressings over his wounds, making sure they were tight. They weren't exactly anything severe, so it wouldn't be that hard for him to treat himself. Looking over at the man he had "defeated" however.


Coughing out a bit of blood. The man looked straight at Byron, various onlookers had gathered as well to watch the scene that was unfolding in front of them. Darnel with his child just watched as well.




His brow furled. Aggrivated, this man was pretty stupid now wasn't he. Truely, it was a miracle that he had survived to this age in Byron's opinion.

The Kid didn't have a fruit!How on earth could you believe a kid!



With that note, he began to collapse, and pretty much closed his eyes on the floor of the town. Stared at by many, Byron would just look over at him. Not really feeling any form of sympathy. Darnel would approach. Grateful for what had transpired.

Hey Byron...So it's over now. Thank you. I got my kid back because of you.

No Problem...?That guy was just plain stupid, taking your kid like that. People like that....They don't deserve their way.

Yeah...You ever need anything Byron. Come out and see me, I really appreciate what you've done for me.

Alright...Thanks.

With that, Byron would walk away. Putting on an act of steely confidence, inr eality. The stares of everyone due to what had transpired was getting to him, so as he built up distance. The okama would walk faster and faster. The last thing he needed was anything following him or asking him any questions.


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