Zanza walked down the dark alley it was night and Zanza was ready for a fight. Approaching the lone door in the empty alley. Zanza knocked on the door 2 times and waited. A slot in the door slid open "Whos there?" a raspy voice said. "Zanza u moron." Zanza snapped back, the slot slammed shut and the door creaked open slightly. And eye poked out from behind it. "Hmmm so it is you the gr-" Zanza cut the man off with a quick kick to the door. The door flew open and Zanza could see the room. The man lay sprawled on the floor kocked out from the kick to his imeadet right was the bar with a large amount of bottels on the wall behind it. A man's bald head could be seen with just his eyes over the top of the bar. In the very back of the room was a spiral staircase leading down stairs. there was on small path to get to in just past the bar on the right the entire left side of the room didnt exsit except a 5 foot area behind the door. Men were gathered around the balcony looking over the edge to the floor below. A large man stuck his head out from behind the door only to imeaditly pull back seeing who it was. Zanza hefted his Zanbato onto his shoulder it had been sitting by the door were he placed it befor he knocked on the door. Stepping inside Zanza headed stright for the stairs and walked down them. Arriveing in the room below it wasnt all that diffrent from the one above the area above that was a stright drop was blocked off by a railing as the brawling area. In the corner where the bar would be was another much smaller ring for pracitce. Since both were currently full Zanza marched to the back corner oppisite the stairs. Due to the excitment in the room no one realy noticed him. Zanza rarely got noticed befor he was in the ring at which point everyone came to realize who he was instantly.
After about an hour of schedaled matches for ranks and money it became free bet time. This was the time most ameturs challenged pros and got there ass whooped. Zanza watched a few matches as in to study fight patterns. After 3 or 4 matches a person in a dark cloak approched Zanza. Zanza knew who it was instantly. "Your late" Zanza said with a grin the hooded man simply nodded this was the person that got into the ring and managed to get the comitors for Zanza because most of the people who would step up wouldnt if Zanza issued the challenge. The hooded figure spoke in soft seductive voice almost as if they were antious for a fight. "You ready?" Zanza just smiled back. The hooded figure walked over to the center of the side of the ring. As soon as a match was over the figure stepped into the ring. Moving to the far side of the ring the figure removed the cloak to reveal her features Rain was the name she went by alothogh Zanza didnt know her real name. Stepping into the middle of the ring her black hair swayed down her back past her ass. As she spun Zanza could see that all she was wearing were purple high heals with a tight top and an even tighter pair of booty shorts. Zanza couldnt help but stare. After a minute of danceing Rain moved back over to her cloak. "The first guy who can get past my man get me for the night." She spoke with a flirty smile. Instantly most of the men in the room lept into the ring. A few of the pros did as well. The room got fairly quite all the conversation became a whisper when rain removed her cloak but now even those had gone silent. A man who was standing on the railing leaning against the post spoke up first. "So wheres your man?" He said way to loud as he almost fell of the railing drunk. At this question it was Zanza's turn. Standing Zanza grabbed his Zanbato and stepped towards the group turning the blade sideways Zanza threw the massive sword straight over everyones head and into the far wall right near rain. By this point it had lowered slightly so now it was half way down the wall. As it stuck out Rain sat on the blade back against the wall with legs outstreched on the blade. "He is." She said with a soft smile. All the men instantly spun to see Zanza crouched in the corner. A few began to laugh Zanza himself was in a baggy cloak so most of his muscles couldnt be seen. Riseing to his feet and dropping the cloak. Zanza walked towards the mass of men. One of the closest men who had been laughing a minute befor had gotten very quite. "Those who dislike visiting a doctor leave now" Zanza spoke in a very low tone. As he spoke most of the men went rushing out. All that was left was those who were to drunk to be imtimidated and those who were confident. totaling in 20 men. Zanza walked up to the closest Zanza reconized him as on of the professionals of the higher ranks. The man swung at Zanza. Zanza watched the swing come towards him only to dodge with a quick jab to the armpit the man collapsed to the ground gasping for air. At this display most of the remaining men ran out. no one was on the bottom floor except him rain and the colapsed man. Looking up to where the remaining men were they all ran out as well. Zanza walked over to his cloak and grabbed it then over to rain and grabbed hers as well. rolling them into a ball Zanza handed the to her. Pulling the sword out of the wall and placeing it on his shoulder as to keep it level. Leaping to the floor above through the opening even the bartender had ran out from here. With Rain still relaxing on his blade Zanza walked out of the brawl ring and into the alley. "Such a shame" Rain said Zanza knew what she meant they were looking for someone to help train with them Rain was a speed demon but because Zanza was mostly strength the two coudlnt spar because of the difffrences so they were looking for someone to match either one of there skills. "Are there any others in town?" Zanza asked. Rain spun on the blade so her head was next to Zanza's "Nope sorry" Zanza just kept walking.
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