Danny Rand ☯ the Immortal Iron Fist (iron_fist) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-11-12 01:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | iron fist |
Who: Danny Rand
Where: An abandoned warehouse in NYC
When: November 12th, 2012
What: Danny is hired to find a missing girl. Her kidnappers do not wish to release her, so he gets his Kung Fu on.
Rating: R
"Let the girl go."
"Ha, why the fuck would we do that?"
"Because... I know Kung Fu."
"Oh man, Zorro knows Kung Fu. Well shit, what am I to do?"
The man known as Iron Fist stared at the five men across from him. Every one of them dwarfed him in size. Their leader was himself over a head taller, and much more powerfully built. If it came down to a simple contest of strength, there would be no question of the victor. That would have been fortunate for these men. For then they would have had a chance of walking out of this warehouse. As it was, the Iron Fist was considering how best to go about not crippling them, while still doing enough damage to make them think twice about snatching girls out of the park again.
"I will give you one last chance", Iron Fist said. Everything about his expression and tone was stoic. Perfectly calm, perfectly ready. Completely resolute to follow through on saving the girl they were surrounding from a life on the street and worse. For even if he had not had a life time of martial arts training, he would have felt compelled to act in this scenario. His mastery of Kung Fu would just make this easier. For him, anyway.
"Fuck you, mother fucker." The leader went to the waist band of his pants for his gun, but Iron Fist closed on him before he could grab it with a speed that surprised the men to the extent that one of them gasped.
Golden Star Gouge.
In a flash, the Immortal Weapon of K'un-Lun shot his fist straight out into the tough talking gang leader. He heard bone crunch, and felt cartilage tear as the man made one yelp of pain before falling over backward as blood flowed freely from his nose. As he went down, a thug seized on the opportunity to rush Iron Fist from the right side, hoping to catch him off guard. But the Iron Fist was far too fast and aware of his surroundings to be flanked in such a fashion.
Sword Hand Blow.
To meet the oncoming man, the Iron Fist pivoted and swung his arm out. The entire motion, from his elbow, and through his forearm and the fingers he kept together with the palm facing out, was made to simulate the wide arc of a sword. And it did. The hand was no blade, but the nose of the man broke in the direction of the swing all the same, causing him to drop to the ground and hold his face as he whimpered like a little girl. There would be no further fight from him. The next man of them, however, rolled up his sleeves in defiance. Somehow he was still under the delusion that he stood a chance.
Burning Chi Thunderfoot.
In response, the Iron Fist turned side long to his opponent and parted his legs. The man pulled a knife, and it back and forth through the air a few times, while moving forward. The Iron Fist moved forward too, but in a flying side kick, one leg under his body while his torso turned away from his opponent for added momentum and power. The effect was devastating as the man reeled, unconscious before he hit the ground. The fourth man seemed uncertain, and may have turned tail if not for the misfortune of being within the striking distance of Iron Fist.
Drunken Wasp Sting.
Before the man could react to his immediate proximity, Iron Fist positioned his hand as though he meant to perform some sort of martial arts chop. Instead, he thrust his hand forward into the face of the man not unlike a spear. Once more, the sound of bones breaking along with cartilage. He too fell, in what had become a near line of broken men, and finally the last gang member had the good sense to run.
But he was not fast enough, either.
Burning Dove Chop:
Instead of allowing the man to escape to kidnap and terrorize another innocent girl, the Iron Fist attacked him as well when he turned his back to flee. Another chop was delivered, this one in a diagonal motion that resembled a slap across the back of the head. The face of the man would have been saved from being broken or scathed at all, had he not fallen on it.
The Iron Fist sighed, shook his head, and stepped over the fallen men. He casually kicked the one conscious gang member into another world as he went to where the girl was huddled in a corner of the warehouse, wide eyed and completely terrified. Which was understandable. Given the way that her clothes were torn, he had little doubt what would have occurred here without his intervention. For her to witness what he just did, even in saving her, only seemed to make it worse as she cowered away from his hand. Fearful that he might hurt her too.
"You don't have to be afraid." Iron Fist tried to sound reassuring. "Your mother hired me to look for you when the police refused to do anything. She's waiting in that old van of hers two blocks away. Why don't let you let me take you to her?"
The girl was fearful, but she rose none the less. Whether she actually trusted him or merely felt she had no choice, she took his hand and followed him all the same. Later, Iron Fist told himself that he would find a means through which to get her invited to his school for some self defense classes.
But for now he just made certain that she found her way back to her mother without anymore trouble.