Ace walked the crowded streets of New York. Like his howmtown of Toronto, These streets were crowded with punks, crooks, and pimps. However, The punks of New York were into organized crime rather than showing off. He really didn’t belong here. He noticed a couple of gangsters rushing at him.
“Hey kid,” One of them said. “Gimmie your money… I promise I won’t knife ya too much!”
Ace just gave the punks a hard stare.
“Boys,” One of them said. “Looks like this guy’d rather kill himself!”
“Damn straight…” He said, looking pretty pissed.
The punks tried to rob him. He leaped over one of them and punched his spine. The poor victim’s vertabrae shattered on impact. The next 3 were ready to take him on. He slid beneath the second victim. Just as the punk reacted, closing his legs, Ace lifted him and served him a closeline. The last two standing tried to rush him at once. His red eyes began to glow.
“Quit playin’ around and get serious!” He taunted impatiently.
He then struck one of them in the face. The punk fell to the floor with his entire face shattered and bleeding. The last punk stanging grabbed him by the neck. The only reaction he gave was a hard glare.
This was taught to him by his sensei, who happened to be one of the only three students of Ryu. He uppercutted the opponent the first time. The poor, misguided underling bled at the mouth. He punched a second time. Blood continued to run. This time even faster. He then pulled off a shoryuken, Leaving a mark upside his face.
“What have I done…” He said feeling slightly shocked.
The punks who recieved the chokeslam got back up for Ace’s next beating. He punched him in a speeding flurry. Ace easily parried every one of them. The punk then launched his fist at him. He dodged up behind him.
“You guys shouldn’t be trying to rob people!” He said.
He then kicked his assailant right in the chest. There was no getting up for a long while for the punk. Ace put almost nothing into it. He then realized that an entire army of thugs were watching him. With looks of bloodlust, They went in for Ace.
“Will this ever end?” He whined with a shrug.
He managed to take on all the thugs before he was finally attacked by a really wierd looking jamaican breakdancer or what ever. He looked at him more carefully. He looked more like a kickboxer.
“Kid, Yo tink ya can backle meh?” He said. “Deh call meh Deejay!”
“You’re going down!” Ace replied.