[Closed] Years wrinkle the skin. Giving up wrinkles the soul.

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Who: Matt Murdock and Sato
What: Vigilante justice of some variety, probably!
Where: Streets at night
When: Now!
Warnings: Violence in general, specifics to be determined


Under the cover of darkness, Sato lightly pads up to the corner of one of Hadriel's numerous abandoned buildings, taking a quick peek around. It doesn't seem like the green-skinned fellow he's been following for the last twenty minutes or so has a clue he's there.

Sato would get a kick out of making his presence known, confronting Warrick head-on for maximum enjoyment again. But that just isn't ideal, and it certainly hasn't gotten him too far yet: some more experience dealing with that magic shield of Warrick's, and some possibilities for strategic options in the future, but nothing solid. There's been the fun of getting him in his sights, but no payoff.

He shouldn't even need his ghost, if he's going to murder him unannounced, Sato thinks. But the M1911 semi-auto pistol at his side goes unused tonight.

For one thing, he's out of bullets again. But it'd also have been loud, and he's still trying to keep things relatively quiet, in more than one sense of the word. At least, in a small stroke of good fortune, Warrick hasn't mentioned these little murdergames to anyone as far as he knows.

But he has a replacement machete for the one he'd lost in their last altercation, a couple knives, and a heavy spiked morning star he'd taken a shine to at the armory. Although he's not really a medieval weaponry kind of guy, he's been looking forward to seeing what something like this can do. Unclipping it from his belt, Sato hefts the heavy weapon in one hand, preparing to come around that last corner and make his final approach.

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Matt's not sure what he expected in going out tonight. He'd been in Hadriel for a few weeks now, and as far as he could tell it was peaceful... well, peaceful compared to New York, but no one seemed to get mugged or killed on a regular basis, so that's been kind of an improvement. Still, it never hurts to be vigilant and it's easy enough to fashion his old Man in Black costume out of the essentials the gods provide in Hadriel.

He's clad in all black, face covered and peering down from one of the tall spires of the 'city' when he hears and smells something, or someone that catches his attention. The smell of blood isn't usually enough to immediately ping his radar, but blood combined with the sound of weapons (really oldschool weapons?) is Worrisome, to say the least.

It's hard to say how much the shadows help him gain cover in a cave, but Matt stays quiet and closes the distance till he's just short of interrupting whoever was smart enough to carry a spike bludgeon through the street like they were about to really enjoy themselves. Sorry, Sato, Daredevil is here to rain on your parade.

"Hey," he says, voice deep and rough. He steps out of the shadows, showing no fear or hesitation. "Turn around. Go home."

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Turning around, Sato looks only mildly surprised at this interruption. He's starting to get a bit slipshod in his activities, it's true. Nothing about the City Guard seems very concerning, and there's so few of them in a city this big to cause much trouble. No security cameras, low population of bystanders... he'd say it was like playing on easy mode, if it wasn't for the magic and crazy powers of some residents. So his focus has been on those things, rather than the usual evasion of attention.

But it's a pleasant kind of surprise, really. Anyone dressed all in black, interrupting him at this exact point in time is just looking for trouble. And after weeks of relative boredom, that's exactly what Sato is looking for.

"Sorry, but I have some work to do tonight," he says pleasantly, swinging the morning star back and forth a little in his hand. It's better to get a little momentum going with these heavier weapons, he's finding. "I assume you're not just going to let me get on with it though, are you." It's not a question, it's a statement.

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Great, Sato might think it's a game but Matt is Absolutely No Fun when he's in Daredevil mode (unless he's winning, of course.) He's on high alert, especially with the way this man's breath and heart remain even. People who don't flinch at violence tend to be either evil or ninjas in his experience. Sometimes they're even evil ninjas.

"No. I won't." Matt gives no indication that he's watching him flail that thing around. He doesn't have to, that's just how his senses work. But don't think Matt will take it easy because Sato sounds old, either. Lord knows, Stick could kick his ass on a good day. "Go home. I won't say it again."

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It's hard to call it a feint exactly. Sato is well aware that the mace isn't exactly a fast weapon. He'd originally picked it up thinking of the more heavily armored monsters in the tunnels, and perhaps breaking off some of the wicked spikes for another project further down the line. Not for impromptu games with masked men of unknown capacity.

So when he moves, lunging forward and swinging it up towards the masked man's jaw, he doesn't really expect to make contact; the force isn't there for the follow-through. Instead, he'd rather follow through on the lunge forward itself, aiming to tackle Matt to the ground with his shoulder.

There's too many possibilities for what he could actually be up against, in this place. But Sato can only hope that it's something interesting.

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Sorry to say Matt's powers are also no fun. His reflexes are faster than they have any right to be, and he can read Satos' feint for what it is. Matt's a ninja. He backflips out of the way, turning the move into an aimed kick of his own. He can't tell what Sato's goal is here, but he can try to disarm him. Once they're on similar ground, the real fun can begin.

Righting himself whether his kick landed or not, Matt turns to face Sato with a smirk. He can try not to have fun all he wants, but after spending weeks uselessly trapped in a cave, this is exactly what he needs. All that anger's been building up for too long.

"You don't want this." Yes, he does.

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The mace goes flying out of his hand, landing a short distance away with a heavy 'clang', and Sato doesn't close the gap for that takedown considering his opponent just pulled off an absurdly flashy backflip.

He can definitely appreciate a bit of showy-ness, though.

And in Sato's opinion, this is why it's always good to have a few backups. There's the distinct sound of Sato drawing a weapon much more familiar to him -- medieval weaponry might not be his area of expertise, but the good old trusty machete takes him way back.

"Ha ha," he laughs a little and takes one step, then another to the side, circling. "Come on. What have you got? Magic? Psychic abilities? I'm curious."