The Big Brawl (For Alexandra)

Asami Asagirl was jogging the streets of Tokyo, her duffel bag slung over her shoulder and the sweats and hoodie she was wearing keeping her warm despite the chill of late fall's wind. It was long into the night, technically so late that it was in fact morning. However, the AFW gyms stayed open all hours, which was good, because between AFW's schedule, her long hours waiting tables at her family's resturant, and her martial arts training, the only time left for working out was during the odd hours of the night. The streets of Tokyo were dangerous in some areas, but Asami's ninjitsu and wrestling skills gave her confidence she could fight off the mugger or two that would come across her path.
However, it seemed AFW's first resident ninja wasn't a target tonight. That honor was going to a blonde Western girl, English by the sound of her screams that got Asami's attention. Two men were dragging the girl into an alley. At first, Asami started walking there, but then remembered the policy the AFW had about fighting outside the events they sponsered. Basically, don't. Then a idea came to her. Quickly, she ducked into another alleyway....unzipping her duffel bag.
Whimpering, Mary begged "No....take my purse, just...just let me go..." as one of the thugs produced a knife while pinning her against the wall. The other had produced a cell phone.
"Oh...we're taking a lot more than your purse, bitch..." he replied in English heavy with a Japanese accent.
"Take it easy....the boys are almost here. Don't damage her before we get a turn to party with her." the other one called.
"You're taking something alright..." a woman's voice called from behind them.
The first man turned, raising his knife....only to give a yell of pain as if by magic, a shuriken appeared in it's flesh. Dropping the knife he looked up as a woman, clad in black, with a mask tied around the lower half of her face, delivered a flying kick to his friend that looked like it belonged in a kung fu movie.
"W...what do you think you're doing? Playing ninja?!" he exclaimed, seeing how she was dressed. Pulling the bit of metal out of his hand as he bent to pick up the knife, he began to think about what he would do to this broad. Straightening back up, he gasped as she was suddenly right in front of him. Her palm thrust into his face, and then everything went black....
Asami nodded in satisfaction as the man collapsed, knocked out. Turning to the girl, she asked in Japanese due to force of habit if she was ok. When the woman blinked confused, Asami switched to English, to which she got a shaky nod.
"Look don't mind the get up. Let's just get out of here before their friends show up." she said, taking the woman's hand and jogging out of the alley and out onto the street.
Suddenly, the streets were filled with the sounds of motorcycle engines. From both ends of the street came small crowds of men, mounted on motorcycles, some riding double.
"You have got to be kidding me..." Asami said, backing up a few steps towards the alley.
Turning to the woman, she barked "Go, hide in the shadows of the alley. When you see a chance, run and get the hell out of here..!"
Readying herself, Asami watched as the men dismounted, whooping loudly as some produced weapons ranging from knives, to bats. The ninja counted a little over a dozen men, before she decided to stop counting, deciding that the odds were already bad enough.
"All of you just for little old me?" Asami grinned with bravado. "Wow, don't I feel special..."
"Girl...we're about to make you 'special'." one man threated, swinging his bat threateningly as he and his friends advanced.

Akahana Asagiri smiled to herself beneath her motorcycle helmet, as she zipped through the streets of Tokyo on her bike. It was a cool night, but the woman enjoyed the cold, thinking it felt nice as her weaved and zipped through traffic, exploring the streets of the city. In the few short weeks that Akahana had been in town, she had come to know these streets well, had come to learn their paths, their routes, almost as well as she had known those of any city she had spent time in. She loved the feeling of learning the roads of a new place, and the feeling of zipping along those same roads, the cold wind chilling her to the bone as she drove along. It made her feel alive, made her feel like she had a place in the world.

Unfortunately for Akahana, however, she had also come to know when trouble was afoot. With all the time she had spent over the past few years travelling from city to city, she had learned to notice when something big was going on, when something bad was happening, and tonight was no different. It was like the streets were calling out to her for help, she thought, as she began to notice other motorcycles rumbling out of alleys and side streets as she drove along her way. She ducked her bike into a small alley herself, stopping to watch the small fleet zoom by her. Akahana frowned, realizing that most likely, someone was in trouble.

And she wasn't going to just let that happen without getting involved herself. That just wasn't her way.

Once the last motorcycle had zoomed by, Akahana revved the engine of her own, taking off out of the alleyway. She kept a respectable difference from the now large group, watching them fall into formation, whooping and hollering excitedly as they sped along the streets. It didn't take long for them to reach their destination, skidding to a stop. Akahana did the same, parking her bike on a sidewalk (Still a fair distance away from the group) and watching to see what was going on. As she removed her helmet, her could feeling her heart beating faster, her body tingling with anticipation as she realized that this group was out for blood. They had another woman surrounded, and as far as Akahana could tell, she didn't have anyone there to lend her a hand.

No one except Akahana now, at least.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Akahana suddenly broke out into a run towards the large group of bikers. Her eyes narrowed in anger, but also in excitement as she neared the group, and as she came up onto one of the rearmost members, she realized she was still holding tight onto her motorcycle helmet. Giving a loud whoop of her own to get the man's attention, she swung it upwards at full force, smashing it right into the man's face as her turned to face her. The helmet made contact, smashing his nose, causing him to fall back with a shout. His buddies heart the noise and turned to face Akahana, the woman wearing a tight, subtle smile across her face as they began to advance on her now.

Bring it on, she thought to herself. This fight was on.

In her ready stance, Asami waited for the front men to close in on her. But before things could get started a sharp yell brought everyone short. Peering to the back of the group she saw a woman drive a motorcycle helmet right into the face of one of the punks.
"She's not with you, then?" Asami asked the dumbfounded man, who was staring in shock. "Didn't think so."
With that, the ninja trained girl struck, driving her fist into his face three times in rapid sucession. As he dropped to the ground, his bat clattering from his hands, she was in motion, turning to the man who had advanced with him. He rushed in, throwing a wild punch that Asami blocked. Grabbing the arm with one hand, she delivered a crushing palm strike between his eyes, stunning him before turning her back to him and flipping him over her shoulder in a classic toss. He landed face up before Asami, who delivered a stomp into his face, sending him roughly into dreamland.
Asami turned towards the newcomer, ready to make her way towards her and help....or at least try to. She thought it might be a little hard, with a small crowd of would be rapists, robbers and thugs beween the two women....

If Asami thought that Akahana needed help, at least for the moment, then she was wrong.

Like a tight, whirling tornado of pain, the biker moved through the crowd of thugs, her fists lashing out at any of the men who tried to come near her. She smiled grimly, as first she felt her fist smash into the face of one thug, then the gut of another, then the crotch of a third, as she dipped low to meet him. Each of the three fell back, their friends looking a bit wary about heading back in towards the pink-haired woman, stalling as they tried to figure out how to best handle Akahana.

But unfortunately for them, Akahana wasn't going to give them time to wait. She had a similar idea as the ninja, trying to tear through the crowd to meet up with her. She suddenly broke off into a run, throwing up both of her arms, straight to her sides. Both of them connected with a pair of bikers in the form of a double clothesline, both of them falling to the ground, grabbing at their faces. Akahana looked satisfied as her attack connected, throwing another punch towards yet another of the thugs, as she looked towards Asami, trying to meet the ninja's eyes, and give her a slight, knowing nod...

Watching as Akahana tore through some of the men, coming to a stop near her.
"Well, well. Tonight just gets more and more interesting." she said dryly as she returned Akahana's nod.
Although Asami had been in many matches as a member of the AFW, most of them had a controlled setting, except the hardcore matches, and even those had rules. The ninja could count on one hand how many times she had used her martial arts in actual fights, and none of them were on the scale that was unfolding around the two women. She felt a rush that seemed to banish any fear of the situation, an adrenaline high that was equal to any match in front of screaming fans. The ninja grinned under her mask.
Although the men the women had downed weren't getting back up, either knocked out or in too much pain to continue, there was still a large group gathered around them in a circle.
Her eyes narrowed as one man, braver than his fellows, rushed at Akahana's back, fist raised.
"Duck, Kawasaki-girl!" she said as she leaped and spun, lashing out with a roundhouse kick that would catch the man full in the face and send him spinning to the ground.

Akahana had been in enough fights to know that when someone yelled at you to duck, it was time to duck

Down she went, popping back up after Asami's kick, glancing towards the fallen man. She smiled grimly again, thinking it to be a fine attack, knowing that he wouldn't be getting back up anytime soon. She turned away from Asami then, trusting the woman to have her back, as she looked towards the remaining men in the circle around them, raising her clenched fists up before herself into a defensive posture. She yelled out, her voice keeping a hard edge as she called to the remaining thugs.

"One chance!" She cried out, her eyes sweeping over the group. "You get one chance to walk away from here and leave us be!"

She hoped that the group would be smart and back off, but at the same time, part of her hoped that a few of them would stay behind, the biker still riding the adrenaline high of the battle.

Some of the men decided, after looking at thier downed fellows, that the time had come to be elsewhere. They ran, but they were defintely a minority.
"Well, there go the smart ones." Asami shrugged as the rest came on.
Blocking a punch from one man, then locking his arm with her own, she retaliated with two kicks from the same same leg, one catching him low in the side of the knee, the next hitting high under his jaw. The ninja then let go of the arm, sending him in the way of a few of his fellow gang members to delay the rush that came at the two women.
Also, another figure rode up on a motorcycle, dismounting after killing the engine. Unlike the rest of the men, he hung back after removing his helmet, watching with a sense of both amusement and disbelief as two women held off his men. Standing taller than the rest, he was also larger, more muscular. A long length of chain was wrapped multiple times around his waist. He began to uncurl it, letting the links drag along the ground with an ominous rasping noise. But he still made no move to join the brawl, instead waiting to see if sheer numbers could overcome the two girls.

As soon as the remaining men came in towards them, Akahana exploded into action once more. She rushed straight towards the nearest man, not even giving him a chance to attack as she charged in, her knee rising up, slamming into his gut. When he doubled over, Akahana's elbow came down into the back of his neck, sending him down into the pavement. Another man tried to get the jump on Akahana, but when he did the woman's fist flew back, smashing into his face and sending him collapsing to the ground with his buddy. Another pair of thugs rushed in, but just like the first two, Akahana was able to send them down with little effort, a nose crushing punch to the face of the first and a sweeping of the legs of the second (Followed by a brutal stomp to the midsection) ensuring that they wouldn't be getting back up soon.

As the crowd of thugs began to thing out further, however, it wouldn't take long for Akahana to notice the new motorcycle pulling up, the larger, more powerful figure dismounting off of it. Her eyes narrowed towards him, and for the first time since the fight began her face curled into a twisted, angry look. Her body began to tremble, the biker's hands curling into tight fists, as she began to inch slowly towards Asami, realizing that the two of them might be in trouble.

"Chain Devil..." She muttered under her breath, never once taking her gaze from the imposing figure, not even as she sent another fist into the gut of another approaching thug. When she neared closer to Asami, she let her voice raise slightly, a quiver in her voice as she called out to her battle buddy. "Hey, ninja girl...eyes up. We might be in trouble here..."

Asami poked one man in the eyes using the classic wrestler heel eye rake. As he howled the ninja bent his head down while raising her own knee, slamming it hard into his jaw and sending him down.
The viciousness of the move made the men around her take a step back as she advanced. But then, the sound of the chain dragging across the ground got the men's attention.
"Chain Devil...he's going to put you bitches in your place." one downed man groaned.
"Quiet. Talking is bad for you when your jaw is busted. " Asami said, almost gently, before kicking him hard in the face, dislocating his jaw.
Studying the the newcomer, Asami decided that she was done with this. Quickly, she pulled the last of her throwing stars from under her belt and in the same motion, sent it speeding at Chain Devil's hand, looking to repeat the trick that disarmed the knife wielding man earlier. However, this man apparently cut from a different cloth. He whirled his chain in front of him, batting the sharp object out of the air and sending it bent and broken to the ground.
"Well...ok then." Asami blinked. Outside of her teacher's dojo, she hadn't seen a feat like that done. "Alright new friend, do you and this guy know each other?" she asked her ally.

Akahana kept her gaze upon Chain Devil, never once blinking or taking her eyes off him. Her answer came quick, her breathing growing faster as she explained her history with the large man to the ninja. "He's a gang leader, a pretty big and important one. We've fought each other before, several times in the past. I've won most of those fights, but he's left me a beaten mess several times himself." A bead of sweat rolled down the side of the biker's face, Her fists slowly clenching and unclenching as she tried to remain focused. "He's even more dangerous than he looks. Even without that chain, he's a hell of a fighter..."

She went quiet, for just a moment, giving a quick glance back towards the ninja. "If you want to get out of here, now's your chance. I'll hold him off and let you escape, alright?"