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Who: Gojyo, Nobuto, Tenpou, and Kenren
What: The War of the Coffinnails
When: Immediately after this fight
Where: Starting out by Community Housing building #3, and ending up wherever Tenpou and Kenren happen to be
Summary: Gojyo and Nobu are on a mission.
Rating: R, for language and violence

"I've got no idea where these fuckers live," Gojyo shrugs, lighting two cigarettes and passing one over to Nobuto. "Figure we should try th'bar first?"

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The first rule of fighting an unknown opponent is: don't make any rash moves. So, yes, Tenpou can have the first move, since he's gotten to see Nobuto fight (a little), whereas Nobuto has no idea what to expect.
The reason you don't make any rash moves, of course, is that it's much easier to react when you're not committed to attacking. So of course that punch doesn't really even come close to connecting. But opening moves are like that, no?

The second rule is, if your opponent thinks you're an idiot, let them. Time to put on his Street Punk face, honed through years of kicking the shit out of street punks.

"I'm not gonna go easy on ya just 'cause you're wearing glasses, y'know."

Well first Kenren's going to grab the arm that's holding him, and then he's going to use his elbow to block that kidney strike. And then, he's going to push back so you both fall back in the water again.

And then, Gojyo's going to be underwater. Contrary to popular opinion, he can't actually breathe underwater, so there's going to be lots of flailing and kicking and trying to get free. Gonna let him up, Kenren? He'd really appreciate it.

Well, no, he's gotten to see Nobuto and Gojyo try to knock what little brains they have out. He unfortunately missed the rest of the show.

He raises an eyebrow. "What a pity, and I was so expecting you to just forfeit."

That dodge apparently told him something, because he does look perfectly happy to just hang out and wait for Kenren to finish his fight while hoping Nobuto will get bored and wander off.

Bored, yes. Wander off, no. Kinda starting to get a bad feeling about Tenpou, though, so he'll just be over here out of easy reach, thanks.

"Nah, can't do that; you've still got all the smokes."

Man, those two are being noisy, down there. And that moron probably just got his one pack soaked through.

"Tch. They're not even my brand, either."

See, the thing about that last move putting Gojyo under the water, is that it put Kenren under the water too. So yeah, he's going to get off you and try to stand, he'd like to not drown.

Good luck standing. Gojyo isn't the greatest swimmer in the world on his best day, and his best day very rarely includes wet trousers and wet shoes and a nose full of river water. He's not letting go quite yet, sorry. Flailing for the surface, sure! But he's trying to climb up Kenren to get there. Give him a second (or thirty) and he'll realize that the water's not that deep, but in the meantime... how long can you hold your breath, Kenren?

Gojyo's pack and the pack Kenren was carrying. Congratulations.

Tenpou will be taking his time with this one, thanks. Which, by the way, is not his brand, either, but beggars can't be choosers. "I fail to see how that concerns you."

"Uh-huh; I'll bet you do."

He was considering bargaining for just a pack or two for himself, but this one's just a bit too smug for his tastes.

"See, I'd frankly be just as happy to get my own, but the way I hear it cigarettes are a little hard to come by around here."

Not long enough apparently, 'cause there is now water going into his mouth and when he can actually breathe again, the taste is not going to go away. If he elbows Gojyo in the ribs will he let go so one of them can actually stand up?

Getting elbowed in the ribs makes you exhale sharply... and then inhale just as sharply. Oh god oh fuck water is not good for breathing and it tastes like a swamp and shit get off get off! Gojyo's letting go, no question about that, and squirming and kicking away until he hits the bank. Then, there will be spitting and coughing and sputtering and, once he can get actual air into his lungs, so much glaring, you have no idea.

"Fuck you!"

That is really quite the display going on down there. He should have brought popcorn.

He waves the hand holding his lit cigarette vaguely in the direction of his unwanted guard. "So I was told, but these were surprisingly handy."

"'s that so?"

What the hell do those two think they're doing down there, exactly, anyway?

"'cause if you think you can find more, I'd be happy to take that first batch off your hands for you."

Finally above the surface of the water, he's just going to stand here in the middle of the river and breathe again. "You do realize you've just ruined my cigarettes too?"

See the ~~drowned rat~~ soaked kappa. See the soaked kappa flip you off.

"You do realize that if your mommy ever taught you t'share, this wouldn't've been a problem in th'first place?"

And what the hell is Nobu doing up there, anyway? Having a tea party? "Nice fuckin' backup, dipshit!" Gojyo wipes his hair out of his face for a proper glare, and oh god, everything smells like river. Gah. "Fuckin' hit him already!"

"Ah, but I wouldn't wish to deprive you of the thrill of the hunt."

He raises an eyebrow at Gojyo's outburst. How very uncouth. "Taking your sweet time today, General?"

Tenpou gets a raised eyebrow. Gojyo gets ignored.

"General, huh? You two military, then?"

Made sense, and suddenly that bad feeling was back.

"Mind if I ask what you did? I'd rather not get into any fights with black ops, or whatever you folks call it, if I can help it."

Kenren's going to head back towards the bank now. He's feeling very grumpy about the state of his boots, they'd taken decades to break in properly. "If you'd been willing to share in the first place, we wouldn't be here now."

Looking up to the bridge. "You should never rush a party, Marshal."

"I told you." Walking in wet boots sucks. Walking in wet boots up a slippery grassy hill fucking blows.

"They're not fuckin' black ops. They're gods. Grandma and Grandpa Angel." He drops his sodden pack of cigarettes on the ground and pushes his hair back again. Stupid fucking hair, always in his face. Hi, Tenpou. Squelchy-boots here is heading your way. Gonna do something about it?

Does continuing to smoke calmly with one hand in his pocket count as doing something?

"Of the Western Army of Heaven, specifically. Hardly angels."

"A Marshal of Heaven, huh? Well, that's fine then."

If he's lucky, he can watch Tenpou fight Gojyo for a bit before trying to tangle with the Marshal himself.

"Hell, Nietzsche did it; can't be that hard."

Damn that boy never learns. He wasn't that bad was he? For now, he's just going to head back up the bank and onto the bridge. He'll kick Gojyo in the head when he has too.

Nii-chuh? Huh? Ah, doesn't matter.

"Tell your wife t'put his smokes down, Grandpa. 'Less you want t'try an' smoke river water."

Gojyo isn't going to wait for a reply. He also isn't going to lose track of where Kenren and Nobu are. Not this time. He's just going to see if that bar brawl last time was representative. You didn't fight so well close-in, Marshal. Gojyo's going to get right up in your face, then, and see about punching you in your smirking fucking mouth.

"Killing gods is much harder than you'd think."

No, Tenpou isn't the brawler Kenren is, but you see, he's also not bellied up to a bar this time. It allows him to sidestep that punch and turn and send an elbow flying at Gojyo's ribs.

Nobu can work with that kind of distraction. Tenpou's got a low swinging club coming toward his knee now; not that he expects it to actually land, but that kind of feint should help buy Gojyo an opening. And maybe take some of the force out of that elbow.