12050/Graduation Day
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| Graduation Day | |
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| Date of Scene: | 21 August 2020 |
| Location: | Foot Operations, East Warehouse |
| Synopsis: | Tyler is given his final test before becoming a full fledged Foot Clan Ninja. |
| Cast of Characters: | Shredder, Twitch
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- Shredder has posed:
The training has not been lax, it hasn't been casual. The Foot has demanded all of Tyler's time. Hours of training, conditioning. He has been given free time, but the schedule is always paramount. If it's time for training. If it's time for work, then it's done. There is no exception. Discipline.
But today, the training is complete. Today an event that has been seen before is happening again. The initiation of a new member of the Foot. The shinobi are gathered, and they sit crosslegged on the floor of the dojo, at attention, and Shredder stands on his platform in front of his throne, waiting for Tyler.
- Twitch has posed:
At the appointed time for his arrival, Tyler is present. He'd been waiting nearby, focusing on what comes next. Meditating. Trying to keep himself as calm as possible. Still, the young man is full of excitement.
When he steps onto the room's concrete floor he proceeds through the grouped ninjas towards his master. As he arrives he stands up straight and bends forward at the waist in a deep bow to Saki.
Despite all of his focus his head still twitches, but he ignores it focus on what matters most at this time, the ceremony. "Master Shredder," he says clearly and as calmly as he can manage. "I am prepared."
- Shredder has posed:
The Shredder looks down and bows lesser to Tyler. "My son," he says, a certain weight of the word given. "You came to us from outside, looking for a home. Looking for a place you belong." He pulls a red bandana from his sash.
"You showed dedication. You have learned discipline. You have earned the right to be part of our family."
- Twitch has posed:
"Thank you, Master," Tyler says, gulping deep in his throat to keep the emotions he's feeling now at bay to the best of his ability. Taking a deep breath, he looks closely at the bandana and a smile nearly creeps onto his face, but he manages to suppress it at the last moment. "I am incredibly happy to be worthy of this honor. I dedicate myself to the service of yourself and of my new family."
- Shredder has posed:
Shredder nods, holding the bandana in both hands, then looks at the collection. "He has dedicated himself and entered an unbreakable covenant. The word covenant means to cut. In ancient times, when two people would enter a covenant, they would cut an animal in two, and walk between the two halves. This was to say this was no mere agreement, but a formation of them as a person." He nods to the door on the far wall, and the Foot opens the door, bringing in a man who is tattoo'd and strong. He stands a good 6'5", and could probably make the Rock look small.
His hands are tied, and three Foot hold him to force him forward. "Occasionally, a daisuke gives such promise, that to become more is the natural order. And occasionally, a foe promises to recant their opposition and to join us. Today, both will be solved together." The man is led to the fighting ring. "Tyler, this man has killed our people, he has defied the Foot's control of the city." The man isn't completely foreign, his face has been seen around during training. He was an informant, but it was always suspected that he was a double agent, working against the Foot and for them. "Michael, you wish to be absolved, and to follow the path of the Foot. Only one of you will be granted a path forward. The other will die tonight before us, and a covenant will be cut." The ropes are cut, and Michael rubs his wrists. "Choose your weapons," he says, motioning to the rack. Michael quickly grabs a polearm off the rack, and faces Tyler, a hard grit on his face.
- Twitch has posed:
When informed that he shall be fighting, to the death no less, for his position in the Foot and his life, Tyler's hint of a smile disappears. He twitches slightly, then bows to Master Shredder again, "I shall earn my place, Master."
When choosing weapons Tyler goes straight for the hook swords, taking them down from the rack and turning his attention to Michael, not saying another word.
The young warrior takes a deep, steadying breath as he studies his foe. Bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet Twitch prepares himself mentally for what will come next. Another twitch of his head, but it doesn't even seem like he noticed it, so intense is his concentration. Tyler is going to kill this man and he knows he can't hesitate.
- Shredder has posed:
Michael doesn't hesitate, and bursts forward, three hundred pounds of muscle, the polearm thrusting straight forward. He roars, solid on his feet, but he has a rather singular mindest in his fighting, clearly. He's going to just stab straight through Tyler.
- Twitch has posed:
If there's one thing Tyler's good at it's getting out of the way of danger. Young Mr. Grant sidesteps the thrust, keeping one of his swords up to block in case he fails, while moving forward to get inside the reach of the polearm. Both hook swords lash out, one aimed for Michael's closest wrist, the other for the side of his neck. Tyler doesn't hesitate, knowing that failure here will mean his death. And worse, he would disappoint his Master.
- Shredder has posed:
The move puts Tyler behind Michael, and as his wrist is caught by the superior speed. It gouges in, cutting deeply. As the second blade goes for his throat, his unrestrained hand comes up to catch the slash. The cut is deep, though, and the blade only stops when it strikes bone. Blood pours from both arms, and the mountain of a man yanks hard to try to just forcibly use his disadvantage to fling Tyler over his head and down to the hard ground.
- Twitch has posed:
As Michael moves to fling him overhead, Tyler releases his grip on his swords so that he can maintain his footing on the ground. The young man lashes out immediately with a kick towards the back of his enemy's knee, trying to bring the larger man down. Even as he lashed out with his foot he brings it back, ready to strike with it again. And again. The combination is intended to work its way up Michael's body with the last blow aimed towards the temple.
- Shredder has posed:
Tyler is certainly faster than Michael, and the first blow lands, setting his knee down. It leaves him open to the second strike at the ribs, which he blocks by reflexively moving his bicep in the way. But he's not able to move again fast enough to block the blow to the head, and his head snaps to the side and he falls over, the giant on the ground, and dazed from the attack. He's bleeding badly from his wrist and opposite arm, blood staining the fighting ring.
- Twitch has posed:
As Michael goes down, stunned, Tyler moves to retrieve his swords, pulling hard on them to make sure they don't remain stuck in his foe's flesh. Once the blades are under his control again he starts striking out with them, moving as fast as he can, trying to slice his opponent to ribbons. The first few slashes are aimed at major muscle groups since once those are disabled it'll be impossible for the bigger man to block. The final attacks are sent towards arteries, starting with the femoral and brachial and moving towards the carotid.
- Shredder has posed:
The gashes multiply as blood is slung from larger man's body, he tries desperately to move, but he is mostly defenseless at this point. At first he takes the pain in grunts, but as it increases, he cries out. "Stop! No, please stop it!" he begs. "STOP!" The blood pours out in several places, pooling and filling the floor as he slows his protest, and when the carotid is severed, he just looks up at Tyler, a mix of hate and fear on his face, and then nothing at all as the color drains from him, and he is silent.
Meanwhile, Shredder and the assembly look on quietly.
- Twitch has posed:
When his foe stops moving and expires, Tyler lets out a deep sigh and twitches his head hard to the side. He takes a few seconds to calm down his breathing and focus on the rest of the world around him once again. His face is a little bit red, but it's emotionless at this point. Gently, he sets his swords down on the floor and moves back towards Shredder and the other members of the Foot. When he gets to his master again he bows and straightens up, watching the armored man intently to see if there's any reaction.
- Shredder has posed:
Shredder nods solemnly. "Tyler, upon the killing of your enemy, an enemy of the Foot, you now are now a member of the Foot," he says, tying the sigil around Tyler's head. "You shall be respected as a Sifu, and will lead missions of our family to gain honor and victory over those who oppose us. The Foot will avenge you for wrongs against you, and you will avenge your family when they are wronged."
- Twitch has posed:
"Yes Master Shredder," Tyler says proudly. Though he's got the blood of his enemy on his hands, literally as well as figuratively, he seems quite proud of himself. "I will do everything I can to strengthen the family. I will not hesitate to do what is best for us and I will take care of the other members of the Foot, because they are my brothers and sisters."