<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><div style="text-align: center;">IKARI,THE FURY WITHOUT FEAR</div></span></span><br/><br/>Hell's Kitchen, New York<br/>An alleyway near West 50th Street.<br/><br/>The man who once went by Daredevil dodged another baseball bat, catching it in his kusarigama blade. He rotated his arm, sending the baseball bat up, before driving his blade down in a wide arc, slicing open the other man's stomach just before the beltline. The man sank to his knees, trying to hold in his falling intestines before Ikari's other Kusarigama blade sliced his throat open. The fury without fear turned to the other men, his radar sense showing him their positions. He cracked his neck and placed the collapsible Kama back in their sheaths, locking them in place. Fists only for these fools, but judging by how quickly he'd dispatched the other four of their friends, fists was little comfort to them.<br/><br/>The first one did the stupid thing and rushed him head on. Ikari heard the man's heartbeat speed up, and he reacted. Five precise, angry strikes to the midsection, followed by an elbow to the windpipe. Death was sure to follow, considering the sickening crack heard when elbow met trachea. The last two were a bit more hesitant, picking up a piece of pipe and one cocking the last remaining gun. The rack of the slide hits Ikari's ears like a fire alarm, and he reacts instantly, throwing his collapsed Kusarigama blade at the man like he would his old billy clubs. It bounces off of the wall behind and to the side of them, off of a rung on a fire escape, where the blade flicked open, and finally, embedded itself hilt deep in the man's spinal column, just where the spine meets the skull. Paralyzed, if not totally dead, the man dropped the gun and fell to the ground face first, while his buddy started swinging the pipe. Ikari catches it easily, and headbutts the other man.  Dazed, he is confused, and his guard is open, and Ikari takes advantage of it. He breaks the arm to the point that bone sticks out of the skin, and headbutts him again into unconsciousness. He leaves this one alive just to spread the word of one thing: Hell's Kitchen belongs to him. To the Fury without Fear.