Post by Dango on Aug 25, 2017 4:39:18 GMT
The morning sun was cascading over the vast sand dunes of the desert. A warm wind pushing itself across the face of the of the young man as he looked on at the area that he had made his home. Survival in the desert wasn’t something that someone could do easily. There were countless things that had to be done in order to have the necessities water, and food. There was no time to waste so the young man set out trudging through the dunes of the vast desert. As he made his way through the thick sand he began rummaging through his bag, and noticed that he was running low on emergency provisions. He was going to have to make a journey to a place that he didn’t really care for, Ginger Town.
Ginger town was the place he, and his family were heading on the night that they were brutally murdered. A night that haunts the dreams of the young man still to this day. So, because of such he despised the town, and attempted to avoid it as much as possible. After a few hours of walking the young man caught a smell that he would never forget flowing in the wind. This was the scent of blood; flashbacks of his parent’s brutal murder running rampant through his mind. The young man would smack himself on the forehead, and would sigh. “You have got to let it go Dango there is no going back now.” Ignoring the scent of the blood the young man continued to walk until he made it to Ginger Town.
Once in the city he noted the usual traffic that was afflicting the area, and would sigh as he heard the curse words rampantly beating from the mouths of drivers with road rage. The long line of traffic, and made his way into the downtown area of the city. To his amazement there was a giant red machine with wheels that appeared to be some sort of parade float. Shrugging it off the young man made his way inside of the store to restock on valuable supplies. “That will be 20 zenni young man.” The man behind the cash register would mutter as if this was something that he hated doing. As the boy reached into his pouch pulling out the monetary exchange for the man he curiously questioned. “What exactly is going on out there?” The man then gave the boy a curious look, and then turned to look out the window at the large machine. The man would lower his head as if the question hadn’t even registered. The young warrior then handed the old man the required zenni with a serious look on his face. “Is there something wrong?” The warrior would question.
The old man would sigh as he was questioned again about the large machine in the middle of the city. “Well, to be honest sonny that is a mechanoid machine owned by the Falcone family; they moved in a couple days ago.” The boy then began scratching his head at the response he had gotten from the elderly man. “Who are the Falcone family, and why are they here in the city?” The old man would silently mutter; “they are in the city because they are looking for money from the local businesses in exchange for protection.” The boy would cross his arms with an intense look on his face; “what exactly are they offering you protection from?” The old man hesitantly began to speak “protection from them; if we don’t pay them they will destroy our businesses, or worse hurt our families.” Dango was beginning to get angry about what the man had told him, and slammed his fist down on the counter. “Do people these days not have any honor; how can they do that to hard working people?”
He then laid the zenni on the counter, and started to leave when two large heavily muscled men clad in black suits walked into the store. The walked right by the young man, and went straight to the old man; “time to pay up pops!” The old man lowered his head, and muttered; “The amount of money that you are wanting, I can’t get it the price is too steep, and I haven’t been getting the best business.” The tall man began to slam his fist into the palm of his hand, and then slammed it on the counter. “You better damn well find the money then old man or we might have to kill you no, we won’t be killing you because you are as old as sand. We will just go pay a visit to your granddaughter over at the school, and make an example of her. The old man began to panic, and was flailing his arms wildly as an attempt to make things right. “No, no, please don’t hurt my Frape she is just a little girl! I will find you your money.” The boy watched in awe to the horrific event that was unfolding around him, how could someone be so cruel to someone. As the old man was fidgeting through his safe attempting to come up with the money the boy’s anger was growing, growing until the point that he couldn’t hold his tongue any longer. “Who the hell do you think you are?” The boy would shout out in anger as one of the large men turned to see where the voice was coming from. “Huh, did you hear something?” He would mutter to his partner standing beside him. “Nah, just the voice of a dead man.”
The large mobster that had just nonchalantly declared that he was going to kill Dango turned, and charged the young man with his fist drawn back in the air. The boy instinctively would take the defensive pose of his personal martial art the Coyote Style. He would move his left foot forward, and draw back his left hand in a punching position. As the large man threw the punch the boy would easily block the punch with the hand that he had raised in the air stepping in closer to the enemy, and delivering a powerful punch to the man’s midsection. The damage of the punch was so powerful that it caused the man to double over from the sheer force of the hit, and dropping to the ground with a loud thud. Dango would then turn his attention to the second thug, and would mutter, “If you are going to come after me you better hurry up because I have a city to return their freedom to.” The second man charged the boy, and the boy leaped into the air, and flipped over his enemy landing behind the large gentleman. "Last chance to get out!” He would sarcastically mutter because he already knew the answer. The man slammed his large fist on top of the warrior’s head. “Like hell we’re leaving!” His eyes began to bulge out of his head when he noticed that the hit hadn’t had any effect on him.
The boy would then look up with an evil smirk on his face, “for your sake I hope that the rest of your crew is stronger than you guys because if they aren’t this isn’t even going to be interesting.” With a fast yet powerful jab to the forearm of the enemy the sound of his bone breaking rang throughout the store causing him to draw it away from his head. Without hesitating the young warrior leapt into the air delivering a roundhouse kick to the head of the man sending him flying into a shelf. Smoothly landing back on his feet the boy turned to the older man giving him a thumbs up sign. “Don’t worry they are out cold, sorry about damaging your store.” The old man’s jaw was nearly on the ground as he had just witnessed something that he had never seen before. “You do realize now that you have just poked the beehive. All of the Falcone family is going to be after you, and they won’t stop until you are dead.” The boy would make his way to the door throwing his arm up in the air waving goodbye. “That’s what I am hoping for.”
Slowly, the warrior would make his way out of the store, and would start to walk towards the big red contraption that was seemingly blocking traffic flow. He then began to look around the area looking for any signs of the base of operations for the Falcone family. Then out of the corner of his eye he would detect a large gathering of those men in black inside of a local restaurant. The boy would then walk up to the group of men who were laughing, and drinking beer that they probably hadn’t paid for. Fear was noted on the eyes of the waitress that was in charge of serving them. “Is this where I might be able to find the leader of the Falcone family?” He would question the group of men with the intent of only taking out their leader. “What do you want the boss for?” With a smirk on his face he would mutter; “I am going to beat the hell out of him.” All of the men leapt from their seats some drew guns, and some knives. There was roughly twenty enemies, and he had to fight them without pulling any punches. The boy quickly began to power up making his body stronger, and then took his signature Coyote defensive stance. The first man that charged him had a knife, and lunged at him attempting to impale him. Dango quickly sidestepped the attempt, and delivered a powerful elbow to the ribs of the enemy sending his crashing into a table. After disposing of the first assailant two more charged him one with a punch, and the other with a knife stab. The boy lowered himself at the last instant lower than their attack area, and dropped to the ground spinning around, and delivering a powerful double elbow into the abdomens of his attackers. The two men then fell to the ground with a loud thud, and the boy would turn to face the remaining enemies.
Dagon would then charge in at full speed kneeing one of the gunmen in the face, and then flipping off his face delivering an axe kick to the back of the others head. The two men dropped in a matter of seconds after his attack. He then made quick work of the remaining thugs, and made his way deeper into the restaurant. “Where is the boss?” He would question the girl that was standing behind the counter. She would point to a door that appeared to be some sort of office, and without hesitation the boy kicked down the door, and went rolling into the room. Seconds after rolling into the room the bullets began to fly. The boy began weaving his way through the barrage of bullets, and making his way closer to the desk. Once upon the two gunmen he grabbed their guns pulling them from their hands, and denting them with the strength of his hands alone. He then leapt into the air delivering a spinning kick to the two thugs heads sending them flying into opposite walls. The boy then made his way over to the desk only to notice that the boss had exited the place through a back door.
The boy then gave chase after the enemy, when he saw the man climbing into the giant red machine that he had seen once before. What was the man planning to do with the machine? There was only one way to find out, and that was to charge in head first. As the boy closed in on the robot the machines motors began to roar to life, and light would form in the eyes of the robot’s head. The robot would then begin to transform into a sentient warrior form. Then the robot attempted to attack the boy with a punch, which surprisingly was slow probably due to the size of the behemoth. Dagon quickly leapt out of the way of the punch watching it crash into the ground creating a small crater. He then landed on the ground, and turned his attention to attempting to tear through the shell of the iron beast. As he quickly closed in on the monster he was smack away by a chain like tail that he hadn’t noticed causing him to fly backwards into the side of a building. Slowly, the boy would rise to his feet dusting himself off from the collision. “Well, you got me with that attack, but I have a surprise of my own.”
The boy began to channel his ki into his fist causing a purple energy to form around his fist which he molded into the shape of three razor sharp claws coming from his knuckles. The boy then leapt into the air avoiding all counter measures the robot was giving, and delivered a slash with his Coyote’s Claws into the head of the mechanical beast destroying its power source. “Why don’t you come out here like a man?” He would mutter to the man inside the robot. “Like hell I’m coming out there, you are some sort of monster.” The boy would then begin to laugh as he took the ki claws, and cut a hole in the body of the beast, and leapt inside of it. The look on the man’s face was of sheer terror. The boy would remove the man from the machine, “I am no beast; I am the Desert Coyote!” He would shout as he delivered a powerful punch to the face of the man sending him flying into the side of a large mechanical robot.
The boy then turned to look at the people that were now surrounding the wreckage that the fight had caused, and he would smile. “The Falcone family is now reduced to ash so from this day forward you no longer have anything to fear because now you are under the protection of the Desert Coyote!” With that being said the boy made his way out of the city the way he had come looking over at the elderly man with a smile on his face. “Take care of that granddaughter of yours cherish her, and never forget you have a choice.” He would continue walking as the old man’s eyes would begin to tear up, and he would drop to the ground. “Thank you sonny you have freed us from our bondage!” With that being said the young man made his way back through the desert to the little cave that he called home. This was an interesting day; he had never fought a robot before. Though tomorrow may hold more challenged for the young warrior he was savoring today as a victory, and honoring his masters request to help those in need that can’t help themselves.
Ginger town was the place he, and his family were heading on the night that they were brutally murdered. A night that haunts the dreams of the young man still to this day. So, because of such he despised the town, and attempted to avoid it as much as possible. After a few hours of walking the young man caught a smell that he would never forget flowing in the wind. This was the scent of blood; flashbacks of his parent’s brutal murder running rampant through his mind. The young man would smack himself on the forehead, and would sigh. “You have got to let it go Dango there is no going back now.” Ignoring the scent of the blood the young man continued to walk until he made it to Ginger Town.
Once in the city he noted the usual traffic that was afflicting the area, and would sigh as he heard the curse words rampantly beating from the mouths of drivers with road rage. The long line of traffic, and made his way into the downtown area of the city. To his amazement there was a giant red machine with wheels that appeared to be some sort of parade float. Shrugging it off the young man made his way inside of the store to restock on valuable supplies. “That will be 20 zenni young man.” The man behind the cash register would mutter as if this was something that he hated doing. As the boy reached into his pouch pulling out the monetary exchange for the man he curiously questioned. “What exactly is going on out there?” The man then gave the boy a curious look, and then turned to look out the window at the large machine. The man would lower his head as if the question hadn’t even registered. The young warrior then handed the old man the required zenni with a serious look on his face. “Is there something wrong?” The warrior would question.
The old man would sigh as he was questioned again about the large machine in the middle of the city. “Well, to be honest sonny that is a mechanoid machine owned by the Falcone family; they moved in a couple days ago.” The boy then began scratching his head at the response he had gotten from the elderly man. “Who are the Falcone family, and why are they here in the city?” The old man would silently mutter; “they are in the city because they are looking for money from the local businesses in exchange for protection.” The boy would cross his arms with an intense look on his face; “what exactly are they offering you protection from?” The old man hesitantly began to speak “protection from them; if we don’t pay them they will destroy our businesses, or worse hurt our families.” Dango was beginning to get angry about what the man had told him, and slammed his fist down on the counter. “Do people these days not have any honor; how can they do that to hard working people?”
He then laid the zenni on the counter, and started to leave when two large heavily muscled men clad in black suits walked into the store. The walked right by the young man, and went straight to the old man; “time to pay up pops!” The old man lowered his head, and muttered; “The amount of money that you are wanting, I can’t get it the price is too steep, and I haven’t been getting the best business.” The tall man began to slam his fist into the palm of his hand, and then slammed it on the counter. “You better damn well find the money then old man or we might have to kill you no, we won’t be killing you because you are as old as sand. We will just go pay a visit to your granddaughter over at the school, and make an example of her. The old man began to panic, and was flailing his arms wildly as an attempt to make things right. “No, no, please don’t hurt my Frape she is just a little girl! I will find you your money.” The boy watched in awe to the horrific event that was unfolding around him, how could someone be so cruel to someone. As the old man was fidgeting through his safe attempting to come up with the money the boy’s anger was growing, growing until the point that he couldn’t hold his tongue any longer. “Who the hell do you think you are?” The boy would shout out in anger as one of the large men turned to see where the voice was coming from. “Huh, did you hear something?” He would mutter to his partner standing beside him. “Nah, just the voice of a dead man.”
The large mobster that had just nonchalantly declared that he was going to kill Dango turned, and charged the young man with his fist drawn back in the air. The boy instinctively would take the defensive pose of his personal martial art the Coyote Style. He would move his left foot forward, and draw back his left hand in a punching position. As the large man threw the punch the boy would easily block the punch with the hand that he had raised in the air stepping in closer to the enemy, and delivering a powerful punch to the man’s midsection. The damage of the punch was so powerful that it caused the man to double over from the sheer force of the hit, and dropping to the ground with a loud thud. Dango would then turn his attention to the second thug, and would mutter, “If you are going to come after me you better hurry up because I have a city to return their freedom to.” The second man charged the boy, and the boy leaped into the air, and flipped over his enemy landing behind the large gentleman. "Last chance to get out!” He would sarcastically mutter because he already knew the answer. The man slammed his large fist on top of the warrior’s head. “Like hell we’re leaving!” His eyes began to bulge out of his head when he noticed that the hit hadn’t had any effect on him.
The boy would then look up with an evil smirk on his face, “for your sake I hope that the rest of your crew is stronger than you guys because if they aren’t this isn’t even going to be interesting.” With a fast yet powerful jab to the forearm of the enemy the sound of his bone breaking rang throughout the store causing him to draw it away from his head. Without hesitating the young warrior leapt into the air delivering a roundhouse kick to the head of the man sending him flying into a shelf. Smoothly landing back on his feet the boy turned to the older man giving him a thumbs up sign. “Don’t worry they are out cold, sorry about damaging your store.” The old man’s jaw was nearly on the ground as he had just witnessed something that he had never seen before. “You do realize now that you have just poked the beehive. All of the Falcone family is going to be after you, and they won’t stop until you are dead.” The boy would make his way to the door throwing his arm up in the air waving goodbye. “That’s what I am hoping for.”
Slowly, the warrior would make his way out of the store, and would start to walk towards the big red contraption that was seemingly blocking traffic flow. He then began to look around the area looking for any signs of the base of operations for the Falcone family. Then out of the corner of his eye he would detect a large gathering of those men in black inside of a local restaurant. The boy would then walk up to the group of men who were laughing, and drinking beer that they probably hadn’t paid for. Fear was noted on the eyes of the waitress that was in charge of serving them. “Is this where I might be able to find the leader of the Falcone family?” He would question the group of men with the intent of only taking out their leader. “What do you want the boss for?” With a smirk on his face he would mutter; “I am going to beat the hell out of him.” All of the men leapt from their seats some drew guns, and some knives. There was roughly twenty enemies, and he had to fight them without pulling any punches. The boy quickly began to power up making his body stronger, and then took his signature Coyote defensive stance. The first man that charged him had a knife, and lunged at him attempting to impale him. Dango quickly sidestepped the attempt, and delivered a powerful elbow to the ribs of the enemy sending his crashing into a table. After disposing of the first assailant two more charged him one with a punch, and the other with a knife stab. The boy lowered himself at the last instant lower than their attack area, and dropped to the ground spinning around, and delivering a powerful double elbow into the abdomens of his attackers. The two men then fell to the ground with a loud thud, and the boy would turn to face the remaining enemies.
Dagon would then charge in at full speed kneeing one of the gunmen in the face, and then flipping off his face delivering an axe kick to the back of the others head. The two men dropped in a matter of seconds after his attack. He then made quick work of the remaining thugs, and made his way deeper into the restaurant. “Where is the boss?” He would question the girl that was standing behind the counter. She would point to a door that appeared to be some sort of office, and without hesitation the boy kicked down the door, and went rolling into the room. Seconds after rolling into the room the bullets began to fly. The boy began weaving his way through the barrage of bullets, and making his way closer to the desk. Once upon the two gunmen he grabbed their guns pulling them from their hands, and denting them with the strength of his hands alone. He then leapt into the air delivering a spinning kick to the two thugs heads sending them flying into opposite walls. The boy then made his way over to the desk only to notice that the boss had exited the place through a back door.
The boy then gave chase after the enemy, when he saw the man climbing into the giant red machine that he had seen once before. What was the man planning to do with the machine? There was only one way to find out, and that was to charge in head first. As the boy closed in on the robot the machines motors began to roar to life, and light would form in the eyes of the robot’s head. The robot would then begin to transform into a sentient warrior form. Then the robot attempted to attack the boy with a punch, which surprisingly was slow probably due to the size of the behemoth. Dagon quickly leapt out of the way of the punch watching it crash into the ground creating a small crater. He then landed on the ground, and turned his attention to attempting to tear through the shell of the iron beast. As he quickly closed in on the monster he was smack away by a chain like tail that he hadn’t noticed causing him to fly backwards into the side of a building. Slowly, the boy would rise to his feet dusting himself off from the collision. “Well, you got me with that attack, but I have a surprise of my own.”
The boy began to channel his ki into his fist causing a purple energy to form around his fist which he molded into the shape of three razor sharp claws coming from his knuckles. The boy then leapt into the air avoiding all counter measures the robot was giving, and delivered a slash with his Coyote’s Claws into the head of the mechanical beast destroying its power source. “Why don’t you come out here like a man?” He would mutter to the man inside the robot. “Like hell I’m coming out there, you are some sort of monster.” The boy would then begin to laugh as he took the ki claws, and cut a hole in the body of the beast, and leapt inside of it. The look on the man’s face was of sheer terror. The boy would remove the man from the machine, “I am no beast; I am the Desert Coyote!” He would shout as he delivered a powerful punch to the face of the man sending him flying into the side of a large mechanical robot.
The boy then turned to look at the people that were now surrounding the wreckage that the fight had caused, and he would smile. “The Falcone family is now reduced to ash so from this day forward you no longer have anything to fear because now you are under the protection of the Desert Coyote!” With that being said the boy made his way out of the city the way he had come looking over at the elderly man with a smile on his face. “Take care of that granddaughter of yours cherish her, and never forget you have a choice.” He would continue walking as the old man’s eyes would begin to tear up, and he would drop to the ground. “Thank you sonny you have freed us from our bondage!” With that being said the young man made his way back through the desert to the little cave that he called home. This was an interesting day; he had never fought a robot before. Though tomorrow may hold more challenged for the young warrior he was savoring today as a victory, and honoring his masters request to help those in need that can’t help themselves.