It was a bright, Saturday afternoon in downtown Tokyo. People had adapted to the new Tokyo, after what happened during that awful gang war a few months ago. The bloodstains had been cleaned up, the shops repaired, the screws had been filed down and, let's be honest, the trees growing everywhere looked quite nice. Life was good, here in Japan.
It was interrupted, however, by a red-headed samurai jumping out of an alley-way and landing in the middle of the road, covered in blood. Cars swerved out of his way as he looked over himself, his wounds closing before everyone's eyes, but he looked up and raised his katana over his head as the earth shook from the guttural roar of primal fury that reverberated through the street.
With a horrendous clang, a massive man wielding an even larger sword had appeared. He was a giant of a man, well over seven feet tall and all muscle, and his broadsword was almost double that. He pressed down on his opponent, a shorter a man just over five feet in height, but they seemed evenly matched.
The samurai stepped aside, letting the massive weapon fall and smash into the road, sending tarmac and cement flying like shrapnel from a grenade. The Samurai blurred as he stepped forward, slamming the butt of his sword into the giant's chin, only to get knocked aside as the bigger man swept his blade to the side, swatting the smaller man, three other people and a car aside like they were dust.
The samurai, Naoto Kensei, looked around, healing injuries before charging forward, locking blades with the Slayer, the Son of Ogres, before falling low to sweep for the giant's legs. Slayer jumped, hopping over the man's attack and over his head, but Naoto rolled out of the way before he got crushed by Slayer's landing. Rolling to his feet, Naoto dashed in for a flurry of sword blows which Slayer met, stroke for stroke, until the first gunshot was fired.
"THIS IS THE POLICE!" The captain said from behind the wall of squad cars that had surrounded the duelling duo, officers aiming their guns with their fingers on the trigger. "YOU ARE UNDER ARREST! DROP YOUR WEAPONS."
Naoto was not having this. His Katana had been his loyal ally during countless battles, and it was the symbol of his pride as a warrior of the revolution, a revolution these modern Nihonese seemed to have forgotten.
Slayer was not having this. No puny human dared challenge the might of an ogre. A display like this was an insult to his noble family.
The two swordsmen glanced at each other, then nodded.
They both charged, Naoto predicting where the police guns would shoot and dodging the bullets, something he'd had to do multiple times during the revolution.
Using his greatsword as a shield, Slayer stampeded towards the wall of metal and oil, roaring as he swung his blade through the squad cars, sending tonnes of metal into the air as the policemen fled, screaming in terror.
The men facing Naoto fared no greater. All were knocked unconscious with multiple injuries. He was just too fast for their guns to keep up with once he was at close range.
The two swordsmen looked at each other, then grinned.
More were coming.
And these two monsters would fight the heroes.
Lowering his blade, Slayer roared, singing a song of the Ogres in preparation for the oncoming brawl. The humans wouldn't understand the words he said, but they would grasp the meaning of the warcry.
"I see trouble coming man,
Well I’m coming to a fork,
Sliding down a road,
Gonna lick ‘em on down,
We’re gonna run right out,
I’m a fighting fool,
And I’m hungry for you,
Well I’m living on a line,
I’m protecting my life,
Rock with me, come on come on,
SPOILIN' FER A FIGHT!"