780/Harlem Fight
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| Harlem Fight | |
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| Date of Scene: | 04 June 2017 |
| Location: | Harlem, New York City |
| Synopsis: | Summary needed |
| Cast of Characters: | Iron Fist, Zhao Lin
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- Iron Fist has posed:
Danny Rand first came to hear about The Ghosts - a small, but organized fencing operation - when they stole a shipment of high-tech hardware en route to Rand Enterprises. He hunted them down, which took time and resources he didn't think he had or would need. They were hard to track. Tough to follow. Hence the name, he figured. Neverthless, he found them holed up in a warehouse in Harlem, somewhere dark and dank where they could hide among the more popularized criminal activity in the neighborhood. And here they all are now.
A window smashes to the rear if the warehouse as a large body is expelled from the building. The sound carries a moment until quiet reigns once more. Inside, the Iron Fist is surrounded by five menacing thugs. Firearms lay scattered about, perhaps disarmed or otherwise unable to be used. Whatever the reason, it's an all out brawl.
One of the beefier men rush Iron Fist with a tire iron. A swing and a miss as the martial artist dances to side, lifting one arm to grab the attacking arm, then delivering a crushing blow to the elbow joint with his free hand. The attacker screams and his weapon clangs to the floor.
- Zhao Lin has posed:
Who knows exactly what Zhao Lin is doing in Harlem, but one is hard pressed to ignore a large man being thrown through the window of a warehouse not far from where you are walking. The felinoid man pushes himself up to his feet - he had been sitting slumped against the wall of a building, looking much like any other drunk beggar would - and stumbles towards the source of the crash. He appears outside the window, first looking down at the man laying in a heap on the ground, and then in the broken window. He walks closer to it, peering inside in time to see Danny catch the large man's arm and subsequently break it. His brow lifts slightly, and he takes a drink from his canteen gourd, swaying a little unsteadily on his feet.
Zhao Lin disappears from the window, only to reappear a few moments later, stumbling through the warehouse towards the people fighting. "You know," he says aloud, causing several of the men Danny is fighting to stop and look his way, "It is impolite to attack an unarmed man with a weapon other than your own fists." He shakes a finger at them, as if scolding them. "You are very rude people!" He continues to point at them with the one hand, while leaning back to take a heavier drink from that gourd. The action causes him to stumble a few steps, obviously unbalanced, very clearly drunk.
Naturally, gang members do not like unexpected visitors on their turf, and now there is not only one, but two of them! "Aw, let's get the drunk bastard!" one of them shouts, and he rushes Zhao Lin. The drunken boxer continues to gulp down liquid from his canteen until the man is almost upon him, when he stumbles backwards a few paces, narrowly avoiding the swing of the man's baseball bat! Zhao Lin falls, summersaulting backwards to duck beneath another swing, rising back up to his feet again. "Now, what did I just say?" the snow leopard replies.
The next swing that comes for him doesn't have a chance to hit, as the martial artist lurches forward, far inside the arc of the swing. "Hya!" Zhao Lin's hands switch places, one moving down, the other moving up, knocking the man in the chin, sending his head leaning backwards. Zhao Lin twists and knocks him off balance with a thrust of his hip. Both hands swing around so that when he twists about the other direction, sinking down to one knee, both fists are delivered at full strength into the man's chest and stomach, sending him backwards several feet to sprawl out on the ground.
Zhao Lin holds that pose there for a moment - Danny would likely recognize the style of drunken fist - before rising up to stand unsteadily again. He takes another drink from his canteen, sharp eyes now focused on the gang members still standing.
- Iron Fist has posed:
Iron Fist appears to casually toss the man with the broken arm aside, maintaining a stance that's fluid and likely of no one martial style in particular, but a hybrid of many. Two more of the gang members engage him, one with a length os chain and the other a pipe. Common weapons for TV show gangsters, he thinks. These guys are out of the league.
The main with chain swings at Iron Fist, who runs toward the flailing weapon, leaps over it, and delivers a swift kick to the man's jaw. His other leg tucks neatly under him as he soars. When he lands, it's with little more than a soft pad. A duck next under a swinging pipe. Three tidy punches to the chest and belly follow that up and send the gangster stumbling back. Iron Fist prepares yet another strike.
That's when the drunken warrior enters. Iron Fist glances toward him and says, "This isn't your fight." As if that would stop anyone who willingly walks into a fight like this. When he joins as a friendly and shows off his moves, a slight smile forms at the corner of the Living Weapon's mouth.
- Zhao Lin has posed:
"Ah, if this were an honest fight, I would agree," Zhao Lin says, as he continues to stumble closer to where Danny is beating up the other gang members. He speaks with a distinct Chinese accent, which on occasion makes him a little difficult to understand, especially when he tries to pronounce big words while drunk. "But this is a dishonest fight," he continues, "Which makes it a brawl, which means anyone can enter." He throws a fist sideways without looking, catching one of the punks off guard with a shot square to the jaw. His head spins to the side, then the rest of the man twists about and he crumples to the ground. "Besides, you are out-num... out-numbread... There are more of them than you. As another master of gongfu, I offer my assitance."
Despite the fight still going on, Zhao Lin somehow finds time to formally bow to Danny, the hand clutching his canteen pressed to the palm of his open hand as he does so. There is little time for further formalities, though, when another swing is taken at the leopardine man. Zhao Lin twists and stumbles, tilting and leaning in odd directions to avoid the man swinging at him. In doing so, he takes another drink from his canteen, as though mocking the man for being unable to hit him. Then, with a mouthful of liquor, Zhao Lin produces a lighter, and he spits out the mouthful at the same time he strikes the flint! The alcohol ignites into a huge plume of flame, engulfing the man attacking him! He shouts and panicks, now focused on trying to get the flames out before they start burning him. Zhao Lin giggles drunkenly, and points at the man while he shouts to Danny. "I call that one Dragon's Breath! Very popular at parties!"