Sin with a Grin[Isamu, Kurai]

"Maybe I will, but I guess we'll see, won't we?"

Maintaining that nonchalant air, his body positioned in a defensive stance - left leg positioned before the right, his arms positioned in a defensive guard - Isamu simply bided his time until the large man approached him first.

The moment the bulbous fist set into motion, Isamu drew his body backward with his right foot, shifting his body to its dominant side, his fist shooting forward like a bullet at high velocity, targeting the man's liver. He mightily preferred the blade over his fists, having trained with the weapon his entire life, but that hardly made him any less of a threat in unarmed combat.

There were several techniques he cultivated and adopted throughout his life that he could easily fall back on no matter what. This technique, resembling one of the many attacks a boxer could employ to end a match - the liver shot - was but only one sequence of his martial prowess. In a thunderous flash of superhuman prowess, he roared from Bull's right side to the lift, executing a brutal hammer strike with his fists to the other ribcage, aiming to shatter bone and flesh.

"Look at you, big guy. Proud of yourself for taking a few hits~?"

Unfazed by the initial attack proving fruitless, Isamu didn't immediately move when the man launched a counterattack at the side of his head. For what it was worth, it did cause his head to shoot backward, but that was the extent of it. Slow as the brute was, he could have certainly evaded his strikes. The hulking frame didn't provide much in the way of speed. That much was certain. No, if anything, Isamu wanted to toy with him, work at his pride, tire him out. If he couldn't take any damage in full condition, he would simply wear him out by evading when necessary, and pretending that the strikes did connect, were wearing away at his body. Mocking him with a lopsided grin, Isamu wiped away the blood on his nose.

"Is that really the best you got? Guess the people you fought before were probably amateurs."

"A little blood'll make me look cool in front of the lady rootin' for me in the crowd. No hard feelings, though."

Bold bravado aside, Bull was pretty strong. But he wasn't exactly the spitting image of intelligence. Speed wasn't his forte either, a trait that made his job far more easy. The moment he shifted his body forward to grab him, Isamu shifted his body backward, dropping onto the ground hands first to kick the front of his toes straight into his eye. Just because his muscles were impeccable, the human body still had its fair share of soft spots no matter who you were.

Unless he was sporting some high-level durability, Isamu would exploit those weak spots every chance he got. If that strike to his eyes proved successful, he'd go in to repeat the same method as he did before, resorting to liver shots and brutal knees to the midsection, except this time, each strike was exerted with greater strength, doubling the impact of his blows with physical enhancement.

"Of course I did. How else am I going to take you down, big guy? Striking your body is provin' more of a hassle than I first expected."

The roundhouse kick that met his ribcage was pretty painful, but Isamu had seen enough combat throughout his life to appear relatively unfazed by the whole affair. If anything, with the adrenaline pumping in his veins as they were, he was excited. The possibility that he might lose was exhilarating. Before Bull could follow up with another kick and maintain a significant offense, Isamu contorted his body around to drop toward the ground and slide against the cage of the arena behind them.

Leaping upward, using the arena like a springboard, he'd dive toward striking at the man from above, an axe kick targeted right at the top of his head. As slow as he was - or at least based on what he'd appeared to be so far, Isamu was aiming to throw the man in a daze, using the momentum from his drop to land a blow that would impair his senses and rattle him a bit.

Excited about landing a good hit on the smaller man, Bull laughed as his other kick came around. When that did not hit, the spin that his second kick required didn’t allow him to come back around in time to see Isamu had pulled off some speed and agility. By the time he looked up, the man’s shadow being the indicator of his position, Isamu’s kick came down hard on his head and face. Bull yelled in pain, stumbling backwards holding his face, looking through his fingers with rage in his eyes. Unfortunately, his vision was blurring and he did not like pain.

"PUNY BASTARD!" Bull darted forward with all of his efforts, his large hulking body taking up a lot of space as he attempted to prove why he was called "Raging Bull." The large man went to tackle Isamu, using his hands to grab onto the male at the same time. If this succeeded, he'd continue running and slam Isamu into the fighting cage and pin him there. "YOU'RE GONNA DIE! I WILL CRUSH YOU!!"

Kurai was impressed by the way Isamu moved. Outsmarting the Bull was easy, but the fact that Isamu was strong enough to make the beast stumble was impressive. However, when Bull became rageful, he had a habit of crushing his opponent within the next thirty seconds, so this next bit would likely be the end for Isamu.

The end? Nah, Isamu remain relatively poised as this large bastard encompassed half of the space in his charge. Perhaps it was his nature as a man, or maybe even the fact he was fighting in front of an attractive woman, but losing wasn't an option here. The moment he charged him like a bull, Isamu resorted to the speed he prided himself on as an assassin, springing off of his feet a second time to allow the mad bastard to hit the cage, landing atop his back to draw his fingers around his face and ruthlessly puncture his eyes if he was able.

Assuming that first attack landed, he continued to assault the spot on his head he struck earlier, assaulting the back of his head with a flurry of brutal strikes to the head, using his knuckles to exert enough force to draw blood and bust his head wide open. He would not stop until this man laid on the ground. If it meant resorting to his more brutal and efficient tactics? Then so be it. Bull certainly didn't mind brutalizing anyone who entered this arena. Why not give him a taste of his own medicine, eh?