Aurorean Feather

He moved without fear. Each step cutting off the available space for his opponent to take. He conquered the ring step by step. Inch by inch. His low eyes locked on his massive enemy. A man twice his size and of double the muscle. Hell, this fight shouldn't have been sanctioned by the local community. But he knew fight clubs chose to ignore weight classes when it came to foreigners. How dare this black dog challenge an honorable Japanese fighter?! And he mocks them wearing the name of the samurai who served Oda Nobunaga himself. Yasuke. But whether or not the fighter did it intentionally was unknown. He simply chose two different...

Oosh!

The loud exhale was accompanied by a massive cross, followed by a lead hook. The black fighter slipped outside the straight right and weaved beneath the oncoming hook. He pushed forward. Double jab to blind the beast before him and a alter of levels. Ending with a direct cross into his opponent's stomach. He buckled over. The black dog possessed a different level of strength. One often thought inhuman. Impossible to obtain. Which is considerable considering the fact Yasuke had only been fighting for two years. But two years before, he realized that fighting was naturally in his blood. Perhaps his only talent...And the only time he felt alive.

The crowd booed. It took several seconds but the massive fighter stood up once more. "You wanna keep on?!" Yasuke teased. "Alright. I need a good sparring partner."

Sparring? Yasuke was taunted this behemoth. Of course this was a real fight. But Yasuke moved with a certain ease. A feather, floating about the ring on each foot. Not breaking the slightest sweat. Regardless, he welcomed the onslaught with narrow evasion. Choosing to waste opportunities to counter. He moved like his favorite. Arms low and body dancing around the enemy.

The crowd's booing exploded. Such a dishonorable show...or perhaps it was just the fact that this black mutt could stand against a Japanese wolf.