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Little Tokyo...

Gothic City...

Not Long Ago...

The echoes of a pounding bassline reverberated from a towering building, a building amongst the dozens on the street that emitted brilliant multi-colored lights amidst the darkness of a starless sky. This building, a club known as The Black Swan was a major draw to this area’s night-life. Several hopeful patrons awaited entrance along the sidewalk washed in a spectrum of lavender and cobalt from the neon signs. Puddles of rain stretched across the curbside, shimmering. Laughter and conversation flooded the area, it was a night like any other.

Save for the alley, only meters away from the Black Swan’s front door.

Diamond plate crates were being loaded from the basement entrance. The cargo was stacked in an organized fashion into the back of a large fleet vehicle. All the while three men positioned themselves as sentinels in the proximity of the activity, submachine guns clutched loosely, scanning the area for anyone curious enough to pay attention.

The last four weeks these shipments had been interrupted across the city, especially Little Tokyo. The contents either destroyed or confiscated by a single individual. Through sparse surveillance evidence gathered from local businesses in the vicinity and cameras mounted on sunglasses and weaponry from those assaulted during the one-man raids...they, the Sanada Yakuza faction, got a match.

He called himself Red Jay.

He, in turn, had been marked for death.

And unfortunately, the Sanada faction paid tribute to someone they only referred to as the Grim Ghost who dealt in that very same trade.

Moments Later...

The three gunmen lay unconscious across the grime and debris-covered alleyway without a shot fired. The ease of which the dispatching had been done was remarkable. Breaking that silence was the faint pulse of the EDM music cascaded itself amongst the scene. Those neon lights fading in the distance yet highlighting the rather monochrome alley with small sprays of dull jewel tones. But something was off.

A lot was off, in fact.

When the men who loaded the cargo dropped the diamond plate crates and ran off into nothingness the crates emitted a hollow sound. Empty. The gunmen, nothing more than lowly foot soldiers, the tattoos on their wrists bled ink and washed slowly off against the wet ground.

It would be deduced easily this was a set-up, a mere technicality.

Red Jay had made quick work of the operation but something hung in the air, some force. As a skilled investigator, even at a young age, perhaps he would note the potted plants outside on the backstep of the floral shop, just two buildings down had wilted severely. Several floodlights, in their dull yellow, flickered in unison. The waters found in the puddles gave off a faint scent of sulfur.

The last words of one of the gunmen, before fading into unconsciousness had been “<Anata wa yūrei o shinjimasu ka?>” A short chuckle exited his mouth.

{{Do you believe in ghosts?}}

From the blackness of the loading bay of the fleet vehicle, shadows contorted like wreathing bodies and crept closer to the edge until hands composed of pure shadow stuff reached out as if in pain. Begging for help.

Then, at its nucleus, as if tearing through the very fabric of their abnormal composition, a being emerged. His armor was darker than black behind a tattered cloak. Upon his face was a futuristic Hannya mask, with twin orbs of scarlet stars ablaze as eyes. Optics of intensity and of fury.

His large frame stepped quickly off the trailer, feet landing soundlessly due to Vibranium plates, his large frame still covered in ethereal wisps of pure Shadow. His stature was titanic, his body movements conveying something between a predatory beast and inhuman composure. The hilt of his katana statuesque over his right shoulder, likewise a large hand cannon at his left hip revealing itself only when his movements billowed the cloak.

His voice was deep in tone and rang with an eclectic accent. "I suggest you start believing now..."

Without warning, he drew his hand cannon from the tactical holster, leveling the weapon with his outstretched arm with his shoulder. Meanwhile, he pivoted on his feet and adopted a position that minimized his surface area, aligning his weapon with his rear foot.

Then unleashed three consecutive shots.

In what would seem like nearly a blur to the human eye, each squeeze of the trigger was timed with a geometric shot pattern formulated into a perfect triangle.

The first shot was aimed at the center of the stomach region whilst the two others were lower but off to the opposing sides to try and feign escape with attacking the leg region to the left and right of the first shot placement in a trifecta of crimson plasma bolts. The thunder of hand cannon intermingled with the faint dance music, that pulsed ambiently. The sheer concussive force of an individual bolt mimicked the destructive potential of a standard grenade. Whether or not the attacks connected were of little difference, but the placement of the projectiles would devastate the architecture that it collided with.

The whine of the turbine of his weapon whirled in the silence for a moment. Awaiting to see his foe's reaction and contemplate on the body language and combat maneuvers that were to be performed. Meanwhile screams of terrified patrons filled the air from the malicious attacks.

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-Little Tokyo: Gothic City, 12:45 A.M-

{Damian Knight: Audiolog: 345, Gothic City, about 12:45-ish. I'm back here AGAIN. Can't ever catch a funking break in this city. I put Will's suit away, I'm not wearing that for a while. I'll be the Red Jay but in my own skin. On a different note, I'm fully recovered from my fight with the man named Ozzy or the Ronin, who is somehow alive. I should have known, his fighting form, the way he moved, all smelled of the league. I Haven't heard from the demon since the fight, haven't had any major confrontations since my battle with the Ronin, Now I've been investigating the Sanada Yakuza activity in Gothic, I've been tailing them for a week and a half now, following their deals, weapon selections and trades.

These fools get to much hype, they're sloppy, and low class, resorting to such petty things as gambling and Loan Sharking of all things. My intel leads me to believe they're being led by someone in the shadows, someone who's NOT sloppy. He's my real target.

'TT' It's all Pathetic really, but tonight my mission draws to a close, the gang is going to receive a shipment.

But tonight I'm going to shut them down.

Red Jay out.}

To fight a monster sometime you must become the monster, that is what Damian Knight lives by, monsters can only be destroyed by monsters, only by those willing to do what is necessary to keep others safe. There is no miracle solution to villainy, you either kill your enemy or you crush them to the point where they can no longer bounce back.

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This is what the new Red Jay thought about as he closed in on the Black Swan, his mottled tunic faded into the shadows like a dream, his cape shifted and flowed in the wind as he waved and crossed upon the top of the large shipping containers. Silent as the night he was draped in, moving with nigh a sound; the assassin canvased the entire scene taking his immediate surroundings, he noticed immediately that the environment around him was off, wilted plants, Abandoned, everything abandoned, breathing in he could catch the sulfur that emanated from the water and he could count the three Yakuza footmen who were guarding and loading the shipment, and when they placed the equipment down and it panged with the hollow noise of an empty tree Damian knit his eyebrows together in irritation.

A set up.

I knew it. They do have someone good operating from the sidelines.

Still it caused him slight irritation to know that he had been had, even it was according to his plan. His grandfather and his father would have been disappointed. But it could still be saved.

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Unsheathing his sword Damian's Adamantium and Vibranium mix of a blade glinted a soft clay grey in the dark dusk of the midnight light. Rising up out of the shadows Damian would confidently grip his blade and sprint forward soundless pacing until he met his first opponent, to which Damian instantly pounces off his right foot, sailing into the air and sending his knee crashing into the Yakuza soldiers chin instantly dropping him to the ground unconscious in the span of seconds, leaving not a sound.

Hitting the ground and spinning in a circle Damian would regain his balance and move on to his next target, whipping his sword in the air and driving it's hilt straight into the thug's windpipe causing him to crumple to the ground as well.

With a small grin on his face as he neared his final enemy, he fades back into the shadows and laughs into the night air as the lone soldier realizes that he's just that.

Alone.

"WHO ARE YOU?!"He screamed into the night sky. The final man began shooting his gun, piercing metal and making it even easier for Damian to maneuver. "SHOW YOURSELF!"

Damian's mischievous laughter rippled across the otherwise silent night, causing the criminal to turn and shoot in the area.

But no.

No.

The moment he ceased his shooting Damian was behind him. "Boo b*tch." In complete terror the yakuza soldier turns around and attempts to sucker punch the teen hero, but naturally, Damian sees the blow coming and in a flash of steps in with his right foot, pivoting towards the incoming punch, he snaps out a right-hand shuto just below the criminal's elbow, collapsing the strike as Damian drops his left foot back in towards him, whipping his body around to follow and deliver a crushing spinning elbow to the side of his face shattering his chin and folding him to the ground instantly.

Pushing his cape off his shoulders he would tilt his head down to the fallen soldier who had the nerve to speak to Damian after being viciously crushed.

<Anata wa yūrei o shinjimasu ka?>

{{Do you believe in ghosts?}}

With a short laugh, the Son of The Demon would reply back in equal Japanese tongue "<Hai, anata ga shindara watashi no tame ni karera ni aisatsu shite kudasai.>"

{Yes, if you die say hi to them for me.}

Then with no mercy Damian would precisely stomp on his neck shattering his cervical spine, this injury would most likely leave the man with quadriplegia for the rest of his life, or he could recover.

Damian hoped for the first.

He would stand in wait, he could hear an extra heartbeat in the room, he could smell their blood even as they hid from him. The Parahuman vigilante swept his eyes around as he cooly gripped the hilt of his blade, the drifted and swam through the air slowly as Damian's senses opened up, until finally his target appeared as if ripping the fabric of reality, his body was animalistic yet graceful and he towered over the 5'6 teenager, his weaponry and gear spoke of a pro and when he spoke it caused Damian to narrow his eyes slightly.

"I suggest you start believing now..."

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That was all the warning Damian needed as the Mist Walker drew his weapon and fired. Already on the move Damian did something most wouldn't do, instead of running away from the blast...he let it come to him, observe then react. Was something he had always taken to heart. As the first shot fired, Damian would sweep his cape to the side and absorb the impact with his cape.

Smirking at his revelation Damian proceeded to run towards Tenjin, weaving in between the next two blasts, -even as they destroyed the environment around them- Damian made to minimize the blasting range, noticing that Tenjin had maneuvered himself so that he wasn't in any potential danger; he knew that if he got close enough either Tenjin was going to injure himself blasting that weapon...or he was going to put it out of play altogether.

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With speed that no human could achieve Red Jay began to close the distance, until he was a mere foot away, Damian would sheathe his sword and move in on the offensive hand to hand. Instantly attacking with blinding speed and incredible accuracy the Assassin would completely ignore Tenjin's chest, instead clenching his adamantium clad knuckles in an attempt to land a crippling series of blows to his shoulders, neck, stomach and rib areas where he predicted his armor was the weakest.

Knowing that the longer he attacked, the better an opening he left for himself Damian would cut off his attack, swiftly reach into his belt, and pull one of his signature thermite grenade, and with the grace and accuracy of a pro-marksman, he would yeet that son of a b*tch straight towards Tenjin's face.

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The Kyoto Killing Machine witnessed the lad utilize his shroud to absorb the immense kinetic energy from the firearm and he appreciated the headstrong Red Jay for his offensive impulses. Rushing forward is unnatural speed into combat range as the other two bolts collided with brick and mortar, forging large holes in the walls of two opposite buildings. Dust clouds rising in the air. Metallic particles glistening like diamond dust. The screams of citizens drowned out the teenager's steps, thunder forth into the fray of hand to hand combat against the much larger assassin.

Bold. Katsuro thought to himself. His demonic mask hiding a sinister smirk.

Tenjin had known little about Damien, aside from an obscure relationship with The Raysh, who Katsuro had a bitter rivalry with since events in Gothic some time ago. Red Jay was a young warrior, trained in the ways of death and ninjutsu.

Damien’s strikes were of superb form, coupled with his adamantium knuckles he would make quick work of a lesser fighter. Tenjin’s scarlet optics followed the swift strikes, aided by cybernetics which in real-time processed complex geometric patterns, kinesic pathways, velocity and bioelectric pulses within Red Jay’s body. Interpreting his movements with technological advantage but also decades of combat experience.

And he would show the Son of the Demon why he was known as Katsuro the Fell Handed.

Spinning the hand cannon via the trigger guard, it was immediately reholstered as the first strike entered within range. Instantly, Katsuro brought his chin down and stalemated the blow with his vibranium plated forearm, nanotubes beneath further cushioning the punch. His superhuman reflexes and impeccable timing, coupled with his larger stature forcing the smaller opponent to fire his punches upwards rather than parallel, Tenjin sidestepped with little but a shuffle and heel rotation, allowing a punch aimed for his throat to meet empty air where his jugular had been. Meanwhile, staying close enough to allow a body shot by Damien’s other hand to connect, shifting his torso in a manner to slam into a series of scale-like vibranium plates along his abdominal muscles.

Tenjin would not let his enemy to assault him without interruption.

Katsuro’s hands had already assumed a fighting position, and at that moment where the hand met empty air and his foe’s fist landed against his stomach, Tenjin brought in a swift elbow strike from his superior height advantage, cutting through the air like a sword as he stepped inside Damien’s reach to attempts to slam into the skull of Red jay. More importantly, the Black Tiger’s great strength attempted to ensnare the outreached arm as it drew backward for a consecutive strike, pivoting his 240 pound frame and heightened strength with a second rising elbow strike in a maneuver known in Muay Thai as “breaking the swan’s wing” as he aimed to shatter the clavicle bone with a deft blow of his own.

Allowing another blow to connect to his shoulder, large deltoids coated in carbon nanotubes and a Western boxing style shoulder roll caused a glancing blow and further unleashed a deadly hammer fist as he shifted himself to a southpaw stance simultaneously to breach his foe’s guard and assault the orbital bone surrounding Damien’s right eye.

Whether or not these counterstrikes landed was of little consequence to the Nueralnaut.

Red Jay had hurdled backward, and like many street levelers, grenades and other gadgetry were well within their repertoire. He had fought LeBeaus and Knightfalls for the bulk of his career and he was well prepared for Damien’s next attack.

A thermite grenade would have melted his mask, bypassing carbon nanotutbe shell and possibly eliminate the Algorithm of Assassination in a single attack. Tenjin was unaware of some time-delayed trigger system or heat signature detonation device as he possessed thus, he would warrant no fanciful escapism; he learned well from facing three such foes recently.

As the grenade neared his presence, the Shadow Shogun instantly became coated in an umbral layer. The thermite grenade exploded with white-hot intensity, in a shower of molten metal and kinetic force, overtaking the form in light and death.

However, eerily the form contorted, shredded by thermite and in an unhallow silent scream dissipated in multiple fragments like linen in a great fire.

It was then Tenjin emerged above Damien, airborne, substituting himself with one of his iconic Shadow Clones and conquering doom once again.

However, this stunt was not just an evasive technique, but a means of surprise. As he appeared reaching down and behind, his palm hovering mere inches from the central rear Red Jay’s skull and he fired a kinetic piston, a blast of pure concussive force in hopes of shattering the teenager’s cranial integrity.

Likewise, he contorted himself, using his legs to whip him into a corkscrew and downward, landing on his feet silent in an improvised aerial several meters away from the original position.

Your bravery is remarkable, Damien...but it will take more than that to bring down Katsuro Hanzo Yamamoto.” His words punching through distant sirens, awaiting to witness the damage, if any, he had caused.

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Funk.

Damian realized his mistake too late.

Way too late.

He knew little to nothing on his opponent and had highly underestimated him, a reoccurring issue he seemed to find himself in. Damian assaulted him with blow after blow, and barely any of them connected, and the ones that did simply led up to Tenjin's own counter-attack.

It all clicked into his head after Katsuro bashed him in the skull with his elbow. The world became a shift of black, purple and yellow as Damian's brain rocked to the base of his skill. The Parahuman child's eyes rolled into the back of his head and the world went black.

But it then lit up as fast as it had dimmed.

The unique assassin's mind cleared and even as he fought the vomit rising in the back of his now concussed body. Breathing heavily he would catch the next strike with his gloved fist and weave his head away from the second elbow strike.

Use your funking head you fool! You would be flayed for such failure!

Damian would begin to take note of Katsuro's own fighting style. Southpaw stance, move! Swiftly switching his stance to match his opponents Damian would remove the strategic advantage of the stance and as such when Katsuro struck, Damian could maneuver his way out of the blow, twisting his body around the blow until he was behind the Dark Assassin.

But the moment that Thermite grenade was thrown was the instant Damian grew hope.

Watching as the grenade tore Tenjin apart Red Jay would slide his feet in a wide circle and shift his feet sweeping the room in one hyperspeed moment Damian would begin building his own plan, He's so full of technology...digging into his belt he would withdraw an EMP, several sound grenades, and a syringe-like gun.

Tonight.

Damian was going to break his no killing rule.

It was the only way he saw himself surviving the night.

The Son of The Outlaw would breathe deep and let his reflexes inform him when Katsuro would strike again...Because Damian refused to believe that this battle was over that quickly.

So when he heard the slight hiss of concussive energy from behind him; Red Jay would spring to the left but still getting caught in the blast his body would be shot several feet backwards slamming into a brick wall and sliding down slightly, blood oozing from his mouth.

A mouth that was smirking heavily.

Because though Damian was slightly injured he had managed to get his plan set through, and where Katsuro now landed were several dangers, thrown to his right was the EMP and when it went off every electronic in a seven-foot radius instantly shut down, Damian doubted it would heavily mess with Tenjin's armor but he hoped it would at least slightly interfere with his systems, next were the grenades strown gently around Tenjin's feet, with a gentle beep....the entire room would be drenched in soundwaves of almost 250 Decibels. Damian also didn't expect this to do much to Tenjin, he would place sound dampeners in his ears to keep from dying as he waited....and then he took out his gun.

And ignited the explosive gel he had placed at the spot he was before he was thrown back.

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The entire room shook as a raging inferno took place from where Damian had stood moments before. Only at that time would he rise to see the damage that Tenjin possibly took, and with an intake of breath, he would rise upwards and begin his attack.

See Damian wasn't shooting shots in the dark, he had noticed during Sakuro's onslaught that he was just as technological as he was martial, which put him at a level above Damian easily; his vibranium armor was a huge advantage, but it also had its downsides which is why Damian refused to wear a full suit of it like Tenjin did.

Vibranium is a substance that is extremely durable, but when tempered with outside forces of nature it can be broken and destroyed, superheated temperatures can mess with the metals substance and form. While Sound and vibration was the main way to destroy vibranium, electricity was also able to mess with its substance.

Damian had just flooded Tenjin's immediate surroundings with two out of the three, then blew up that area for good measure.

Hoping that Tenjin would be suffering a meltdown or something Damian would unsheathe his Adamantium/Vibranium blade...and hurl it faster than sound directly towards the assassin's heart.