Matter of Principal (Shoga)

Shoga wandered the streets of Yahhoy Port idly, wishing for a way to kill some time. He had intended to move on from this place earlier, but he'd been forced to stay a little longer after all the injuries he sustained in his first "encounter" in town. Even just at a glance, it was obvious that Shoga had been in a fight not too long ago. His body was covered in bandaged scrapes and deep purple bruises, and his right hand was in a cast. He definitely wasn't doing any traveling until he had healed up a bit. He was just about to give up on finding something to do when a familiar sound reached Shoga's ears: The sound of a fight. It's about damn time! he thought, as a grin spread across his face. Even injured, Shoga couldn't resist the urge to go have a look. Especially when he was this bored! He took off at a run towards the sound, forgetting his doctor's orders to rest entirely.

Rounding a corner, Shoga was treated to the sight of a bunch of thugs beating on somebody with bats. Clicking his tongue in disappointment, he raised his voice a bit to announce his presence. "Aw man, you went and got my hopes up." Shoga shook his head sadly before continuing, "Here I thought there was a real fight goin' on over here, but it was just a buncha losers who can't fight on their own." he said, without even a hint of sarcasm in his voice. By all appearances, his disappointment was genuine. As he began to walk towards the group, Shoga took stock of the men in front of him. He couldn't sense a single real fighter amongst the group, but something was off about the guy in the fancy clothes. His ki wasn't anything special, but Shoga's instincts were telling him that this guy was dangerous, somehow. And he was weirdly familiar, now that Shoga got a good look at him. He couldn't quite place it.

"Why don't you clear off? Yer blocking the sidewalk."

Shoga chuckled to himself when the apparent leader of the group stepped up to the plate and told him to be on his way. "Associated? Who, that guy? Nah, I got no clue who that is." he said dismissively, not even sparing a glance for the poor guy. That wasn't why he was here. "But see, ya caught me in a bad mood." Shoga waved his injured arm, leaving no question as to why he was in such a mood. "And I been cooped up in the hospital for so long, I was hopin' for a little entertainment. But this sorry buncha peons obviously can't hack it. You're some kinda local tough guy, right? Why don'tcha be a pal and help me shake the rust off?"

Shoga took up a fighting stance, letting his ki erupt from his body in a fiery blue aura. Shoga had no intention of taking no for an answer. He was already pissed after that poor performance that got his hand all messed up, and he needed somebody to vent his frustrations on. This lowlife would do. "I can't smell any strength on ya, but somethin' tells me you've got tricks up your sleeve. Call it instincts." Shoga put his arms out to his sides, as if welcoming the gangster to take the first shot. "So c'mon, show me somethin'. I ain't leaving until I'm satisfied."