'wa-wha, wow sh—'
At the last possible moment, Joey, who was about to get the skin melted of his face, was abruptly pulled upwards, his four limbs hang limply in the air while his core extendend outwards, almost like a rope was tied around his waist, maneuvering him to safety like a puppet on strings.
Following Tetsu's lead, the other three had also unleashed their power, aiming for the attacker, which forced him to move rapidly in several directions.
Haruhisa, with his immense physical strenght, threw a barrage of punches, destroying the room's furniture, wood splinters of varying sizes flying everywhere.
Soji left scorched marked holes on the floor as his hammer, coated in lightning, repeatedly smashed down, aiming for the intruder.
It seemed that the mobster team was steadily gaining the advantage and overwhelming their opponent.
Mere moments in this life and death confrontation, though, all the combatants quickly noticed a peculiarity.
Joey, proggresively nauseous and actively trying not to throw up, had been getting dragged around irregularly, hitting tables and couches and weaving through the battle zone, simple bruises were the least of his worries, as sooner or later he was bound to break something, worsen his already injured back, or most likely get hit by a stray.
Such a sight was sure to break anyone's concentration.
"KID, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, GET OUT OF THE WAY, YOU HAVE A DEATHWISH?"
"I'M NOOOOOOOO—"
Joey's scream was interupted as the ninja, seemingly unfazed, jumped backwards, Rojiya, wanting to seize the opportunity for a perfect throw at an airborne target, shifted his weight to his right leg, pivoting and swinging the manhole cover to build momentum, his hips stayed centered and grounded while his chest faced right, showing his back.
Then he turned, his whole arm glowed, emmiting purple sparks, ready to cleave the assassin in two with a single, powerful strike.
However, his opponent had different plans in mind, as he pulled back his mask in midair, showing his mouth, then...
"wooooooooowowoww—"
It finally happened, Joey, head first, flew in a straight line towards the ninja, currently in midair, before colliding with his mask, breaking the flow of the fight and temporarily blinding him.
"argh." Joey let out a painful grunt as he bled from his forehead and onto the assassin.
Time slowed, for the assassin that tiny delay, created unwillingly by Joey's entrance, cost him, as Rojiya, at long last, unleashed his attack, a heavy metallic manhole cover, spinning with crazy velocity and force, was coming for his head, at the same time Tetsu fired another one of his lazar beams, Soji moved in, planning to catch his fall, while Haruhisa retreated a few steps, grabbing a couch effortlessly, lifting it over his shoulders, ready to throw.
"raaaghhh!" The ninja let out a primal scream filled with rage, his movements quickened to the limit as he unsheathed his katana, licking Joey's blood that had spilled on his mask and face, his tounge unusually elongated and bumpy.
!!
A weird sensation enveloped Joey, it was a lot similar to before when he had just been flooded with all his new memories, losing control, unable to do anything but remain stuck in your own body.
It was a terryfying experience very few would want to live through again, and Joey certainly wasn't one of them.
Soon, Joey got his wish, a snapping sound promptly filled his eardrums, followed by ringing, his core, more specifically his abdomen, immediatly felt lighter, it was like finishing a workout, finally able to rest in your bed and let your muscles relax.
Afterwards, Joey's world went dark, losing his senses, completely enveloped by sweet and pleasant dreams.
clang
The manhole reached him first, as he deflected it to the right with great effort, the vibrations from the impact numbing his whole arm. The recoil catapulting him down on the ground, with the kid's unconsious body following closely above him.
Its previous agility and nimbness gone with the wind.
He tried to perform a flip and stick the landing as best he could, unfortunately for him, Tetsu's blast was already upon him by the time he touched the ground.
Boom
He had managed to block most of the blast, remaining mostly unharmed in his most vital areas, which wasn't the case for his left arm. The armored pads were burned to a crisp, with them, four bloody band-aids the assassin had been carrying around all but disintegrated.
!!
He had no time to react in any way as the next strike was already on him, and this one hit it's mark with perfect precision. Soji's heavy hammer landed directly on his face, and if not for the fact that he had only used his right hand, his left one occupied with catching the falling kid, the teeth currently dislodged from his mouth and fractured nose would have been the least of his concerns.
Still, the attack wasn't over, numerous seams of blue lightning spread throughout his whole skeleton, electrocuting him hurtfully and continiously.
Then Soji weirdly stopped, ducking out of the way calmly.
If not for being disoriented by the unhealthy amount of volts forcefuly coursing through him, the ninja assassin would have, with ease, figured out the meaning behind this uncharacteristic retreat and dashed away using his inhuman reflexes.
A looming shadow blocked the room's light source as a whole couch moved through the air like a newborn chick unfolding it's fragile wings for the first time, similar to that situation the couch met the ground harshly.
Taking Tetsu's gang's nightly assailant with it.
crack
It was unknown which one made the horrible cracking sound, the wall, which the couch ultimately crashed into, or the assailant's skull, stomped between them.
"Guys?!"
"Boss!"
Three more people burst in the room.
Two men and a single woman.
"Boss, what happened?!!" A man with black paint around his eyes spoke up, he had long black hair and a short stubble, his left arm had taken a metallic tint.
"Some luny cosplayer, thought he could mess with The Abegawa Tenchu Kai, go deal with his body, it's over there." Tetsu sighed and pointed to the window where the couch had crashed under.
Slowly, pieces of his armour started dissapearing.
"Soji, what's going on with that kid, he dead?"
"No, he's out, he..."
Tetsu and Soji conversed amongst each other, Rojiya, having retrieved his shield, was now carefuly cleaning it with a cloth, while Haruhisa had sat down on the remaining couch, back in his more human form, smokin his cigar.
The two other additions stood guard by the door, while the long-haired man followed the order given to him.
He approached the bloody couch, the assailant's right hand was the only part of his body not obstructed by the piece of furniture on top of him. His sword dropped right next to it.
'oof, the bosses did a number on this guy.' he crouched down, attempting to move the couch.
"Let's get you ou—"
slash
!!
The couch suddenly rolled to the side with great force, the long-haired suboardinate barely had any time to react as he jumped back, bringing his metallic hand in front of his chest in order to protect himself, to no avail, as the ninja was faster.
A huge gash opened up across his painted face, introducing a new colour, red!
"I AM JUDGMENT... I AM STEDHAL!!" Stedhal didn't even bother to finish the job as he sprinted across the room with madness, the crazed bloodthirsty expression on his face now out for everybody to admire.
His hair had come undone, falling freely on his face, getting in his mouth, pieces of glass, wood, and copious amount of blood oozing from his cracked head only added more menace to his new appearence.
His upper left arm was rotated inwards, indicating a broken shoulder, while his forearm was bent, the white bone portuding out in a sickening manner, a horrendous injury that only added more fuel to his fire and greatly enhanced his fiendish look.
He stayed low, licking the blood of his katana, his eyes settled on his next target with murderous glee and identical intent.
The Abegawa's gang was known because all of its executives wielded incredibly powerful abilities, but according to firsthand eyewitnesses, that wasn't what made them stand out as one of the most truly fearsome crime organizations, but rather it was their instincts for violence, allowing them to instantaneously transition into combat.
Taking the lead was Rojiya,
"NUCKY?!!"
"NOOOOO!!"
Both of his hands glowed with purple energy as he performed a bull rush, his beloved manhole vibrating, mirroring his rageful mourning about his best friend Nucky, the summer merchant.
The others followed suit, bringing out their full power. As a second round of fighting started, Joey was blissfully sleeping on the ground where Soji had left him earlier.