The Vacuum Filled (Vicente/Isamu.)

CHINA

There was a hiss of smoke that began to conceal the hallway, soldiers shifting to encircle their V.I.P’s only for Isamu to slide between the haze, acting like a shade as men barely got the chance to let out their final cries before their bodies fell onto the ground beneath. A pooling of vermillion began to stain shoes, as this Monk seemingly exhaled, operating on some thought of expectation that this may have been a trap all along. Yet? He would do his duty. As the smoke finally began to clear, among orange drapes came a small symbol on the left breast, indicating some form of rank?

Uncertain.

Yet his digits curled infront, right leg moving out in a crouched movement whilst eyes focused on Hagane. Pray Mantis of Kung Fu, a skilled practitioner without a doubt but the humorous nature of his would be killer did not crack any foundation, only a muttering of distaste.

“You are before a Captain of the Reiotai intruder, for the crime of murder, furthering foreign interests and terrorism. I shall hereby sentence you to a quicker death than deserved.” As quickly as those words left his mouth, each mantis like arm darted forward, sending quick yet focused bursts of air that fired like bullets toward Isamu! Following this a twist of the body saw his leg rise, aiming for a curve of reiyroku infused air to be flung toward him!

CHINA

Fast. Quicker than most.

The Captain of the Reiotai shifted himself at an angle, noticing these bursts of air did little to impede the charging tank of a man. He didn’t react visually, Isamu coming down at impeccable speed, closing that distance quicker than a wolf to an easy kill, though it was a style chosen specifically for this reason. As Isamu’s blade came carving toward the shoulder, a rotation followed on the backfoot, body bent backwards as the blade cleaved through clothing and managed to embed itself a bit in flesh.

Momentum was key.

This twist of the body surged with his own surgical nature allowed the Captain to respond in kind, twisting the right palm in a growl of frustrated for an intended open palm strike into Isamu’s solar plexus, followed by a bust of air firing from the soul of his foot for a knee to his jaw!