Karate Bastard avait été prématuré en se félicitant lui-même. Lorsque le directeur a renversé et qu'il a été frappé à fond, il a supposé que le combat était terminé. Il lui a donné le temps de reprendre son souffle (bien que bien sûr un homme dur comme lui n'était pas du tout hors de souffle), faire le bilan des autres et faire pour la sortie.
Puis le robot s'était remis en marche et lui avait donné un bon coup sanglant, le frappant plus fort qu'il ne voulait l'admettre. Assez pour lui faire souffler le vent. C'est bon pour ça. Il ne l'admettait jamais, mais il avait été lent à se relever, même au moment critique alors que le directeur était toujours en état de choc. Penser au prochain mouvement, peut-être. Les robots avaient besoin de réfléchir, n'est-ce pas? En tout cas, il semblait diriger moins de tirs de son armement sur lui alors qu'il luttait pour se lever. Le Drongo ne l'a probablement plus enregistré comme une menace après les coups qu'il lui a donnés.
Une voix sonnait dans sa tête, lui disant d'attraper les fouets. Il secoua la tête, encore groggy, encore lent à réagir. Mais KB a été galvanisé en action quand il a vu le béhémoth démoniaque et le géant à la peau blanche saisir les fouets tournants. L'odeur de l'ozone a rempli l'air comme les deux se sont soumis au courant électrique crépitant. Brave. KB a été forcé d'admettre en privé que c'était courageux.
Il a saisi le nunchaku dans sa main, les a jetés à la taille de la guêpe du robot imposant. L'attache en tissu enveloppé snoblement autour de l'axe, j'espère brouillage quel que soit le mécanisme lui a permis de continuer à tourner autour. Si son prochain déménagement n'a pas payé, le fait que le directeur ne tourne plus autour pourrait au moins gagner un certain temps aux autres pour réagir. Il se précipita vers l'avant, préparant déjà mentalement son attaque.
Il y a une théorie selon laquelle chaque être humain porte une certaine quantité d'énergie dans son corps. Appelez-le, appelez-le qi, appelez-le comme vous voulez, mais un praticien qualifié peut exploiter cette énergie, la concentrer dans une certaine zone, dépenser tout en une seule attaque. KB n'était pas sûr s'il croyait en qi, si ces frappes puissantes étaient mieux attribuées à l'exercice diligent et au contrôle musculaire.
Quoi qu'il en soit, Karate Bastard croyait au pouvoir de la grève qu'il était sur le point de lancer. Il était interdit au sein de la communauté tai chi pour son pouvoir effrayant et mortel, donc naturellement il l'a utilisé toutes les chances qu'il pouvait. Il l'avait utilisé pour diviser des blocs, renverser des voitures, envoyer des hommes blessant vingt verges pendant que leur cœur explosait dans leur poitrine. Il était convaincu que cette frappe permettrait au moins de libérer le revêtement d'armure sur la poitrine du directeur et de laisser le noyau de puissance exposé.
"LE PALME DE BUDDHA!" Karate Bastard a crié au moyen d'un kiai alors qu'il a livré la grève de la paume peur directement dans la plaque du directeur. Toute sa force, physique et spirituelle, est entrée dans ce seul coup puissant. Temporairement dépensé, il s'est jeté à genoux, transpirant de son corps et réellement hors d'haleine pour le moment.
Name: Keith Blackwell
Alias: Karate Bastard
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Personality: Keith is massively, incredibly arrogant- there's a reason they call him Karate Bastard. He firmly believes that he is the best martial artist in the world, questioning or denying that will drive him into a blind rage. Keith despises the very notion of weakness and will never admit to making a mistake. Not a man who has or wants any friends, though he will make alliances if it suits him.
History: Keith was born into New Zealand's famous and wealthy Blackwell family, known worldwide for their fine wine. Ensconced in an Auckland penthouse, Keith grew up wanting for nothing and continually having his ego fed. His parents, hoping for a well-rounded child, enrolled him in karate classes at age 15. There was nothing special about it to them, it was the same as the piano lessons, cooking classes, and reading program.
But Keith Blackwell quickly discovered he had an innate talent- a genius, really- for fighting. He understood and mastered the techniques intuitively, surpassing the teachers at his local school in a matter of months. Keith begged his parents to use their money to send him to Okinawa, the birthplace of karate, for a real education in the art. And so, at the tender age of sixteen, Keith Blackwell was put on a plane to Naha.
The training was brutal and merciless, but Keith took naturally to it. His ego grew even further as he became capable of even more outrageous feats, sharpening his body to extremes. He learned meditation, traditional medicine, the use of weapons. But the biggest thrill came after two years of study, when an argument with a drunken local escalated into a full-on brawl. Keith killed the man, breaking his neck with a single blow. It was as he was hiding the body that Keith Blackwell experienced a moment of blinding, glorious clarity- he was destined to be the strongest fighter who ever lived. Anyone who died in his quest to achieve that was merely a mark of his quality, a measure of how he had fulfilled his purpose. The vintage on his family's grapes was counted in years, his destiny was counted in the number of skilled opponents he defeated.
Any pity or compassion that was in him was crushed. After the day's rigors at the dojo, he would quietly slip into the red-light district of Naha and participate in underground fights sponsored by the local Yakuza family. When his actions were discovered by the sensei of the dojo, Keith was immediately expelled. He took the expulsion with a surprising amount of grace- he felt limited by karate.
From there, he traveled the world on his parents' money, learning as much as he could about fighting. Wing chun in Hong Kong, vovinam in Vietnam, fencing in Italy, capoeira in Brazil, dambe in Nigeria, hapkido in South Korea, knife combat in the Philippines, lucha libre in Mexico, savate in France- just a small sample of the eighteen years of intensive training in virtually every martial art he could find an instructor for. When Keith felt he had learned what he wanted to, he would typically challenge (and kill) his teacher and their top students. After all, their deaths were the mark of his success. Lately, he has started seeking out fighters specifically to fight them, for the rush of testing his skills.
WGUF-What Got You Famous: Keith's probably endless quest has just brought him to the United States. The idea of fighting superheroes interests him. As a warmup, though, he decided to take on several of the West Coast's better fighters. A boxer in Los Angeles was decapitated by an uppercut from Keith, a dojo owner in San Francisco had his eyes gouged out. Finally, Keith stormed into the ring during a title MMA match in Lochwell and bloodily murdered both fighters- and the referee, and the security guards who tried to stop him, and a guy with an annoying voice. He didn't resist arrest by ARGO- Keith has heard American prisons are pretty tough, there might be a good fight or two in there before he decides to leave.
Equipment: Karate Bastard will use traditional martial arts weapons on occasion, but does not possess any at the moment- ARGO took them all.
Powers/Abilities/Skills/Talents: Keith Blackwell has an innate ability to understand and master martial arts in short order. Twenty years of study in the discipline has given him tremendous skill at fighting. His intensive training has pushed his body well past what would normally be considered human limits- it is possible that he possesses genuine superpowers but that has never been investigated.
In particular, his speed and reflexes are at the peak of human potential. His strength is such that he can lift half a ton without exertion, and his knowledge of striking technique means that he is able to easily ram his bare fist through a brick wall. In addition, he is far more resistant to pain or injury than the average person and heals much more quickly.
Weakness: Due to his tremendous arrogance, KB will rush into things without any kind of plan whatsoever, without considering the odds against him. As he has done little with his life outside of study martial arts, he is socially backwards and has little understanding of modern technology or society. He has no real ability for ranged combat. Despite his increased ability to withstand injury, he is not impervious to it. Bullets, bombs, poison- it might take more of it than usual, but these things can indeed kill him.
Secret Hideout: None- KB only recently arrived in the country.
Relationships: None.