Akibahara
Ready for the Shit Show, Shaka Brah
The Crossed Chains grinned, dropping his rifle with a 'CLANK!', "Dallaaaaas~ always a fuck-up! Ha! HAAAAA~ couldn't save Hoxton!" A fist charged forward at extreme speeds, attempting to plow Dallas' face right in, hell, if he wore the mask, it's make a nice, lovely dent in it. It wasn't long before Chains charged toward Dallas, whether the hit connected or not, attempting to shove him into the ground, knees aiming to entrap his arms.Dallas said:*I got back on my feet, and stood up straight. My vision cleared...and I saw the one man I would have never expected... Chains. I dropped my M4 on the ground, and my knife. I removed my mask, and set it down next to my equipment. "You always said that you wanted to brawl with me Chains, I always heard you talking about behind my back in the safe house. Well, now's that chance. Come on you big fuck, fight me... Fists only..." I said, while readying my fists.*