BroFist [Kyle]

[Kyle Shibata]

Kyle could feel Vice did not appreciate the fact that his stride could keep him where Vice didn't want him. Kyle's understanding of a fight was... crude was one for it; he didn't have training, just experiences in too many scraps to speak of and a lot of force to put behind whatever he did.

However, he did catch on to things. That was a perk he'd developed along the way. He noticed the shift in Vice's stance, his own punch faltering and Vice's motion switch to something different - and something clicked.

He almost didn't think about dodging, he swung his torso back and the kick didn't connect - but he did manage to snatch Vice's foot with his hands and, again without thinking, twisted it and redirected the momentum of the attack to the side, almost as if he was throwing Vice.

[Vice Ysal]

The spin couldn't have gone low enough, and Vice suddenly felt his leg getting held into some kind of swing. It was almost reactive by this point, logic just being morphed into an instant reaction that should probably fit the situation given their current circumstances.

So it was already happening before Vice even noticed his remaining unconstrained foot pushed itself from the floor with his hands already reaching for the taller male's head. He may be thrown out or something like that, but he sure as hell wasn't going to let this guy snatch a victory that easily. His hands were big, and his arms pretty long. In the short space between them, it was child's play for Vice to reach out and grab onto his enemy's locks before trying to knee his face, primarily the nose, for some decisive damage.

[Kyle Shibata]

Kyle grunted softly when Vice grabbed him by the hair and in a flash he saw Vice's knee coming for his face.

His hand shot up to shield his face and he managed to slow the impact enough to ensure that he wasn't knocked out or his nose was broken. He did still take a hit, the back of his hand slamming into his face, catching both his nose and mouth - but more to the side and with a lot less force than Vice would've wanted. His nose burst and he was pretty sure he'd cut his lip on his own tooth, but Kyle just kept on going despite the ringing in his head.

In the same motion that he pushed Vice's knee aside, he reached out and grabbed Vice by the scruff of the shirt (still holding on to his leg!), pulled him in and headbutted him straight in the face, while blood trickled down his face; combined with the small snarl etched on his face, Kyle looked like an angry dog that'd just bitten someone hard enough to draw blood.

[Vice Ysal]

The sudden rush, from experience, pretty much told Vice what was going to happen next. Lowering his head to avoid getting his nose busted by the incoming forehead, the biker caught the attack with his own skull. The rattling in his head, though not immediately dispersing, wasn't enough to throw him out of the fight.

The sudden banging of the warehouse gates though, along with the blaring alarms and megaphone enhanced voices from outside, did more than enough to have Vice just abandon the fight. Gruffly holding onto Kyle for support, the young man threw himself back and away from his fellow fighter when the shouts finally began starting.

"Get everyone out! And fucking security, who the hell left their goddamned post?! Get all the injured out, and if you bloody hell get caught, remember the first rule!" Looking back to his partner in battle, Vice just gave a nod that told Kyle everything he needed to do. Unfortunately, abandoning the fight had to be a priority and he certainly didn't feel like getting his ass thrown in jail.

"Everyone move!"

[Kyle Shibata]

Oh yeah, that was about right. Ringing bells and seeing stars. That's the result of a damn good (or bad, depending on your standpoint on these things) headbutt. Kyle almost laughed and pulled back, just to hear the sirens and shouting and crash of a door slamming open. Without even needing to be told, he knew exactly what was going on. They were getting - as his uncle was fond of calling this - shanghai'd.

"Heh, busted," he chuckled and spat a little blood on the floor. "C'mon, let's get the hell outta dodge before the coppers sniff us out."

He slung Vice's arm over his shoulder, just until he was sure Vice could run without an issue, and hurried them both to a window he'd spotted earlier as a good secondary escape route. He assumed the warehouse had enough other exits but right now those would get stupidly crowded and could possibly be stalked by more cops. So a window it was. He shoved the rusty panel open hard and it yielded under his push before the glass broke. He helped Vice through it first since he was taller and then climbed out of it himself.

All the while, he was grinning almost foolishly. This was exactly the kind of rush he'd signed up for. 

[Vice Ysal]

"Dude g-let me down, I can bloody run."

Vice snorted as he felt himself getting his ass thrown over the window. Not that it was really a problem for him. He was a lot tougher than that, and he was used to jumped off heights like that with his parkour training. Still, he couldn't really complain much from there on, the sounds of the megaphone voice being all threatening and such along with the warehouse doors actually getting busted pretty much dictated what he needed to do.

Waiting for Kyle to land next to him, Vice gave the guy a nod before making sure that there weren't any police men in this particular area of the warehouse. The shouts of the inside was also getting louder, so that was a good enough distraction for the duo to make their great escape.

"C'mon. I barked my bike inside of the containers here. Hid it real well to avoid getting my little baby stolen." ANother look around, and Vice began leading the way towards their destination. "God bloody damn the security though. Just what the hell were they doing?"

[Kyle Shibata]

Kyle cackled at Vice's statement, following as stealthily as he could and wiping some blood off his face on the bandages wrapped around his arms, then tearing a bit off to staunch the bleeding better. He'd have to get rid of those and think of some good excuse for his face tomorrow.

"Hahaha, somehow I want to think it might've been the sight of big bad Vice not wiping the floor in two blows, with a certain tall bastard that walked in today," he chuckled quietly. "Probably couldn't believe their eyes."

Then he sobered up a little. "Too bad about the joint though... wonder when it'll be safe to come back, if it ever is. God damn you hit like a hammer," he added with a cringe as he touched the side of his mouth, still raw from the blow.

[Vice Ysal]

"The fight wasn't that impressive. Doesn't merit them being lax with the security." Vice gruffed out as he took a turn to the left. There weren't a lot of guards in the area, so the chances of them actually getting caught was minimal. Even if they were, Vice doubted he'd have much trouble taking them down. With or without the element of surprise.

"And we've got another area set up. Turn the address backwards on the card I gave you, and you'll be able to find it." Vice shook his head as he rubbed some of the spots that took quite a beating from his adversary. "They're normals, I can't really expect much of a challenge in a straight up fight. You on the other hand, well, you learned under me. Of course my strikes won't hurt as much."

[Kyle Shibata]

"Hey, no need to sell yourself short - and me," Kyle snorted. Then he sniffled a bit and spat another glob of blood and saliva into the rags of bandage. "You've been doing this longer than me, but still, how the hell you set this up, I have no idea," he sighed and threw a wad of bloody bandage behind a crate.

In the distance they heard some guards shouting and the hard footfall of a short-lived chase, then the impact of bodies slamming on the ground. Kyle shook his head. Should they get cornered, he and Vice were probably going to get out fighting, but that probably wasn't such a great idea.

"I'll be sure to look out for the new place," he added with a smirk. "I haven't had this much fun in ages."

[Vice Ysal]

"I can give you a run down of it next time."

Vice offered with a grin as they turned another corner…that had a single flash light suddenly pointed at them.The biker acted without thinking and lunged forward as if he was going against a shadow. His body moved faster than it did during the fight he was in with Kyle and the officer, someone who had been caught off guard by suddenly seeing two giants appear out of bloody no where, couldn't keep up with the unexpected attack.

The clattering of the flash light was enough to cause the thing to black out while the unconscious officer on the ground started drooling. Dusting himself off from the mess, Vice gave a curt nod towards Kyle's direction before putting on a new burst of speed. Yeah, now was no longer the time to dilly dally if the guards were already here. Another turn, the last one this time, Vice carefully moved open one of the slightly ajar doors and winced at the rusty sound emanating from it being opened.

And viola, his baby was just there waiting to get started.

[Kyle Shibata]

Kyle almost laughed out loud when Vice took down that officer with the efficiency of Phoebe's sledgehammer. Not bad at all. He could've helped or taken the guy down himself, but Vice took charge and that was fine with him. He stepped over the guy's unconscious body and followed him.

Seeing Vice's bike, he whistled a bit. "Sweet ride. Alright, we'd better part ways here. I'm gonna cut across the other side here, all the goons have headed back to sweep the warehouse again so I should have a clear run to the station. From there I can just toddle on back to my uncle's."

[Vice Ysal]

"Ayt. I'll try and see if I can make a good enough distraction to help you out."

Vice offered as the engine finally started to run again. It was also louder than anything else he's ever heard so that was sure to attract quite the attention from the cops. Getting on his vehicle, roaring up the engine again and taking off the stand so that he could zip away at a moment's notice, Vice gave Kyle one last smug look.

"Try not to get your ass caught. You still owe me a drink."

With a cheeky grin that would most likely burn itself in Kyle's memory because of the sheer smugness radiating off of it, Vice then blasted through the parked area and zipped through the mental map he had made for himself. Turning sharp curves, whooping as loud as he can, Vice was pretty damn happy on the adrenaline high he was getting right now. This made him feel alive, almost as much as it did fighting shadows, and he was quite the happy biker right now.

And for now? He was gonna string up a couple of cars for a good ol' chase. Been a while since he's rounded up the other bikers for something like this too.