16776/Everyone gets hungry.. for a fight.

Everyone gets hungry.. for a fight.
Date of Scene:	04 January 2024
Location:	Royal Dragon Restaurant
Synopsis:	Dinner interuptus. Oh well, got to get into a fight at least.
Cast of Characters:	Nikolas Kamarov, Ben Grimm, Caleb Dykstra

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Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
Late evening. The day has been one of those cold and wet days. The rain didn't fall down in droves, but was a constant stream of rain. Not cold enough to snow, but cold enough that even if wearing a heavy jacket it chilled you to the bone.

No one wants to cook in that sort of weather. Why Chinese was chosen by those who are apart of this scene, doesn't matter, it was. It is a large and open space. Decorated in traditional Chinese motifs. A large arch with heavy wooden doors graces the far wall and two men sit in chairs outside of it.

One of the few patrons is a Silver haired older man. His suit jacket taken off and hung at the back of his chair. His dress shirt covered by a red (russian!) vest. His food nearly half eaten as he sips a cup of that delicious free tea.

Ben Grimm has posed:
Ben Grimm has a recommendation on this place from a feind. But to be honest, he is super nervous about anything he hasnt chosen himself after the epic pranking from the Yancy gang. Those tykes had upped the anti to an epic level and he hadnt even begun to figure out an appropriate counter pranking. It would take some time but he would figure it out. When he came to the head of the entrance, he waited to be seated, wearing his normal guise and gear. Food smelled good at least.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
Caleb also had heard some good things about this restaurant, and he felt it was time to try it out; if it happens to be good, then sometime soon he'll bring his family here. He's known to do what you'd call, 'getting a feel of the waters', examining the ground before you step on it. After all, Hell's Kitchen is not unlike Gotham City...

He's sitting at a table, studying the menu. What to choose, what to choose...

Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
A small elderly Chinese woman greats Ben with a nervous sort of smile. She is dwarfed by The Thing after all. More then a foot and a half smaller. She glances at the restaurant and then back at The Thing. "You break my chairs.(?)" Her tone makes it a statement, but her raised brow suggests she is absolutely worried about that. Little does she know.

Caleb is served tea, and just as the waitress is about to come over a loud crash is head. Not like a dish falling to the ground but almost like someone was thrown against a wall and smashed the fine China. Shouting is heard both in Chinese and Russian(if you know it). A second later there is gun fire and the guards at the door are standing reaching for something in there jackets.

In a blink the large doors are thrown open knocking the two men off balance and bullets start to fly as three sharped dress anglo looking men back track from the room returning fire.

Bullets spray everywhere. The waitress gets clipped in the arm. It's only a flesh wound. But the Silver Haired man takes what looks like several bullets straight to the chest and he slumps forward with a thunk.

Ben Grimm has posed:
Ben Grimm looks at the Waitress and frowns, "Hold that thought missy" and walks towards the bullets utterly without fear. Indeed, his biggest concern was not doing too much damage to a small busienss like this. To him, this was the lifeblood of New York the way it was, and he wanted to keep that in, and the chains out. "Who is stupid enough to go shootin up a building at the worst time they could imagine?" There are worse and stupider people to start a fight around, but few of them as well known as that voice. "Cut it out or you are gonna be sorry...." He heads towards the nearest of the shooters, about to turn their gun into a former gun.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
Caleb has worked for the Gotham mob, and this has meant deals with the other factions, like the Triads, the Yakuza, or the Bratva on occasion. Now, he may not know a lot of words, but he knows enough to know when trouble is brewing. And this gets him on the high alert.

"Oh, fuck me...!"

So, as soon as the men with the guns come bursting in, he's kicking the table over to make himself some cover. That's step one.

Step two comes in the form of a number of throwing knives of his own making, small, but sharp and well-balanced - throwing knives wich he throws at the men shooting, going for arms, legs, wherever.

"Never a dull day, is it, Caleb? Just try the restaurant, Caleb - what could go wrong, Caleb?", he gripes. "Well happy fucking new year, Caleb! First fight of the year!"

Which... it really is.

Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
The three men are large. But not The Thing large. Hearing the words they turn and start to stalking rock beast with bullets. Silly Russians. The look of fear is palpable when that large mit of Ben's reaches up and crushes the gun in one hand. The second tries to scramble backwards but his feet gets tangled with one of the Chinese guards. A pained expression filling his face as he lands flat on his ass. The third, well he raises his gun and is about to foolishly blast rounds at The Thing but instead gets a knife to the hand. And to the thigh. A blood curling scream is heard from the man. It hurts to get poked.

Sadly that wasn't the only shooter. The bullets still fly but are contained to the room, almost like they are firing between two points. Shouts are heard between the two groups. Angry. Hateful. You can use your imagination.

The Silverhaired stirs and looks down at his chest and the several holes that are in the suit. His skin unblemished and scowls. He rises and in burst of speed and athleticsm, he's bounding from table to table. He leaps and flips grabbing one of the Chinese guards by the head and with momentum and strength flips the guard and sends him sailing into the room. Loud crash is heard. More fine china broken.

Ben Grimm has posed:
Ben Grimm sighs at the collateral damage, and will have the foundation help clear it up with the appropriate contract. It hasnt QUITE reached the point where he is doing damage to whatever he pleases, but he is pretty close. He turns around towards the other source of the bullets and his voice booming, "There are civilian casualties out here....if you hurt any of em, I'm gonna send you to the moon....or worse....much worse." With the three stooges out of the action...ish, he is going for the idiots who are doing the most damage to the place or most wanton destruction. That isnt Nikolas yet, since he got shot, but he has his eye on anyone making life difficult for the restauranteers.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
Well, shooting is bad - effective, but bad in this case. If Caleb were to start shooting, there would be two super-powered people after him.

Time for the next approach.

Deciding not to stay in the cover of the same place - a table can only hold so many bullets -, Caleb jumps out of cover into behind the counter, all the while throwing mid-air a couple shurikens at whatever faction is firing. Then, behind the counter, he slides away from the spot, drawing his katana...

Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
You want collateral damage? When Ben enters into the large banquet hall with a two long tables made of black oak and a large raised table perpendicular at the far end, he sees bodies. Apparently the contingent that was exited out the doors was only a small portion of the Russians who were in the restaurant. At least 10 bodies lay dead or dying. At least that much opposite Chinese. Bullet holes riddle the wall. Broken artwork fills the floor. Shelves demolished. But not all are dead. Up at the front on that raised table is a Chinese man sitting peacefully flanked by two men just standing there with there arms crossed. The opposite side behind a couch. Is a singular man. A small Russian. Cowering.

Caleb notices the other Chinese guard finally able to pull out his gun and aim it at the Silver haired man. Shurikens bite into the guards hand and stick out comically from it. He turns and fires wildly at Caleb, before the pain is too much and he drops the gun to rush Caleb. His eyes widen when the sword is drawn and picking up a chair he rushes foolishly at the him Chinese curses abound.

The Silver Haired man steps in after The Thing. He knows the proper use of a large meat shield. "What in.." He doesn't get to it out when suddenly the two Chinese protectors are bounding at a speed not reserved for humans. One taking on The Thing the other the Silver Haired man.

Ben Grimm has posed:
Ben Grimm is not about to get involved in a gang war but even mooks deserve a right to live. He has sene a few of them finally get on the straight and narrow. He's no Superman or Batman...he can kill but its a last resot. He is about to start administrering first aid, but then the guy comes running up to him. Ben has been at this a long time, and just because the guy is probably just a normie with a wish for a hefty dental bill, doesnt mean he might not have flashpowder or pepper or the like. He is an experienced fighter, and despite his potent abilities and relative confidence that no one here can do anything doesnt mean he takes that for granted; so he gets into a defensive crouch and grabs a large soup ladel and pot lid as a shield nearby. Its entirely undeeed but its more sporting than just grabbing the guy and chucking him through a wall.

Caleb Dykstra has posed:
The chinese rushes at Caleb, and Caleb makes to shorten the distance - swinging a chair is effective only when you got distance, after all - and stabby stab the guy with a forward slash as he keeps low to the ground.

They picked the wrong day to mess with him, that's for sure.

Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
The Thing couldn't be more wrong. The pot lid and ladle are certainly necessary. The closer his assailant comes bounding like he's in that movie Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, he becomes larger. Not Hulk large or The Thing large, but his smaller statue suddenly fills out. Muscles rippling. Clothes tearing. And just as the make shift shield comes up, a bunch is landed that is entirely too strong for just a normal human. Anyone else it would send them flying but for The Thing it just pushes him back like 2 feet. With that strength though, comes an added level of speed. Not wasting anything the roided out man continues his attack.

The that attacks the Silver Haired man is does not roid out. Still agile quick, bounding over the table, he suddenly blinks in and out of existance. One moment there. The next nothing. Only to reappear a few feet away. This catches Silver Haired guy off guard and gets a stiff upper cut that lifts him off the ground. Flipping mid air and landing on his feet, he grins at his opponent. "This will be fun," he says in a Russian accent.

The chair shatters leaving the guard with two heavy wooden clubs instead of a large bulky chair. With a grin he suddenly launches an attack against the sword wielder. Using both as his own makeshift swords. The thickness and denseness of the wood doesn't chip when blade his it. And while the guard may have picked the wrong day to mess with Caleb, he's going to make the most of it. Makeshift sword Fight COMMENCE.

Ben Grimm has posed:
Ben Grimm chuckles and smiles, cracking his knuckles. "Well, well well....surirpse...." he moves as if to dare him to try for another match, as if readying to receive an attack but at the last minute he sends the pot lid flying like a discus, followed by the label and any kitchen accountryments...condident that this guy would dodge them all...and then there is an immediate shift where he grabs the entire work station, likely weighing 400 counds on wheels and lifted without any effort whatsoever and sent flying at rapid speed hopefully while his nibmle opponent was in mid air.

Nikolas Kamarov has posed:
Ben does indeed catch him in mid air. But first, how did he get there. Blow after blow strikes the Thing always popping away. Finally his assailant jumps back and in a move that was from the Matrix dodges the thrown objects before he pops back up and leaps into the air with a roar. His fist rears back and in even being the Thing, if it connected would do a world of hurt. But, the heavy bar cart is lifted like a toy and thrown into him. Smashing right into his body and momentum being what it is, causes both to careen back into the far wall. More China broken.

Silver haired and his assailant are locked into what can only be described as a fluid dance of attacks and counter attacks. Blows never quite reaches the other, forcing both to be otherworldly athletic. It seems like it's a stalemate until the Silver haired man finds a pattern in the attack and stepping into the blow counterstrikes sending the blinking man to the back wall to crash into it almost at the same time as Ben's. Comics are great for that sort of coincidences.

The fight between Caleb and his guard was real cool. Promise.

The old man at the seat of the table stands and in his long robes turns and barks an order at the pair. He presses on the wall and right before everyones eyes a portion opens up allowing him and his two henchmen through. No amount of speed can get to them. The cowardly Russian? Totally exited during the Chaos.

The Silverhaired man turns to Ben. "Nikolas." And in a blink, he turns and with a super human speed is bounding out of the room and past Caleb and out the door.