*edit* I apologize for this being fairly late, life and work has kept me busy
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Hwoarang kicked open the door to the ****pit, his eyes filled with anger.
He began searching for the location of his contract. "I hope this plane isn't headed to England. Pompous Brit, why do I always got to sweat for my collections?"
Hwoarang suddenly heard the attempt to start a chainsaw and then another. Turning around, he saw the desperate Scruffie, finally igniting the chainsaw.
Hwoarang sheathed his sword, while Scruffie erupted. "Egocentric Yank, Hail to the new.... president!"
Scruffie threw himself forward, swinging in Hwoarang's general direction. Using his sword to deflect the chainsaw's momentum, Hwoarang rolled to the right of Scruffie.
"Damn... what have you been sippin' on?"
"After the third bottle of Jack Daniels.... a fine, fine American liqour by the way... umm... after that I don't know to be honest."
Scruffie gave gas to the chainsaw, the mechanical roar echoing within Air Force One.
Hwoarang barely laughed, "I hope your not predicting a massacre, with that weapon of yours."
"This chainsaw has taken out legions. I can also now guarantee you one of your limbs."
Hwoarang flexed his muscles and laughed, but Scruffie reacted. Swinging upwards, barely cutting Hwoarang's left forearm. Blood poured from his wound, spreading across his hand. He tightly gripped his sword, blood dripping on the floor under him.
"The wounds only get deeper," Scruffie chuckled.
Hwoarang swung his sword horizontally, forcing Scruffie to step back. Gaining on his current momentum, Hwoarang rotated his body, bringing the sword around for another horizontal attack. Scruffie unhesitantly ducked, springing like a frog. He dove for Hwoarang, giving his chainsaw constant gas. Hwoarang stepped back, watching as Scruffie flew into side of the plane. The engine of his ambient weapon cracked and rumbled, while Scruffie layed on his stomach, unconscious.
Hwoarang slowly crept up to Scruffie, holding is sword in a ready to attack position. Suddenly, the chainsaw roared and Scruffie rolled over, bringing the sadisitic tree cutter with him. Smoke poured from the chainsaw as Scruffie's counter attack dropped down in Hwoarang's direction. Hwoarang spun to his left, aiming his own counter attack for Scruffie's head. Scruffie rolled away, only to roll back, attempting to send the chainsaw at Hwoarang once again. Hwoarang spun to the right, screaming as he brought his sword down on Scruffie's leg.
Scruffie flung his chainsaw, knocking Hwoarang's violently descending sword back. "I don't think so!"
Hwoarang stepped back, trying to stop the repelling effect that brought his sword over his shoulder. Hwoarang and Scruffie stared at each other, then towards the crackling chainsaw. "That was smart... throw your weapon away"
Scruffie slowly rose from his previous position, watching for Hwoarang to react.
Hwoarang stepped forward, dropping his sword into attack position. "I wouldn't do that if I were you!"
Scruffie simply smiled, quickly grabbing for a concealed smoke grenade and tossing it. Hwoarang gasped for air, watching the area around him in Air Force One, fill with blinding smoke.
Hwoarang gasped as he heard the chainsaw continuously roar. "Life isn't fair... is it?"
Hwoarang ran forward, putting his fear and pain aside. He threw his sword back and waited for Scruffie to become visible. Using the chainsaw's noise for directional purposes, he found the camping Scruffie outside of the smoke cloud, with his eyes lit wide open.
Hwoarang erupted out of the smoke from like a reborn pheonix. "This blade, shall know your soul!"
Scruffie held his ground, waiting for quickly approaching Hwoarang to engage him. Hwoarang flung his high-held sword down on Scruffie. His reaction unhesitant, Scruffie braced his arms and threw the cycling blade of the chainsaw in Hwoarang's sword's path. Sparks spread like fireworks as the chainsaw grinded against the sword. Pushing all his weight into the chainsaw, Scruffie laughed as the metallic sparks bounced of Hwoarang's face. Watching as Scruffie forced his issue closer and closer, Hwoarang's eyes focused on the menacing chainsaw. Suddenly, the plain shook with turbulance, giving Hwoarang the chance to push away the advancing strength positioned Scruffster. Scruff stumbled to his feet, wide open for Hwoarang's next move. Running forward and bringing his sword up again, he lashed down on his stability collecting enemy. Life threatning intuition filling his mind, Scruffie could only swing his chainsaw in a defensive manner. Sparks flew once again, as Hwoarang sword sliced off the tip of the chainsaw.
Scruffie ran back, eyes filled with rage. "How could you possibly... even do that!?"
Hwoarang looked towards his sword, watching as visible aura leaked from the blade itself. He looked towards Scruffie, anticipating a confused expression.
Scruffie's heart beat began to race even more, in awe of the super natural weapon that Hwoarang possessed. "Most swords would be gensu scraps. What.. what... are you? Some kind of God?"
Hwoarang eyes dropped to the ground, as a smirk began to develop on his face. "I'm no God... just consider me the messenger!"
Hwoarang blurred forward, catching the unsuspecting and puzzled Scruffie off gaurd. Preparing to attack, he held his sword in his right hand, and horizontally pointed over his left shoulder. Bringing it around, he gritted his teeth in disappointment as Scruffie leaned under it. But he had left himself open and Hwoarang took advantage, drop kicking him in the face. Scruffie rolled back, losing grip once again with his chainsaw. The crackling and rumbling of the chainsaw, couldn't out blast the following murderous combo of kicks that bloodied Scruffie's face. Hwoarang finished his barage with a spinning left back hand, sending Scruffie spiraling to the ground.
Hwoarang knew his gift was calling to him, as his eyes began to randomly flash red. Scruffie rose to one knees, looking towards his lonely chainsaw then towards Hwoarang. The each waited for the other to make a move.....