Mistaken Identities

The masked man merely shifted his head slightly backwards to avoid the haymaker thrown by the titanic man standing in front of him. The masked man was tall, but much smaller in both build and height than his opponent—a burly, very dark skinned bald man who looked like he could chew a crocodile in half, with muscles the size of Brussels bulging and tensing as each of the attacks thrown by his thick arms barely touched the man in the mask. The bald bulldozer simply failed to realise that he was facing an enemy several decades beyond his own skill; as a noted hero of Konohagakure lay behind the mask—Densetsu. The missed haymaker failed to deter the big buffoon, as his brawn clearly clouded his brains. He lumbered forward, tossing shockingly quick, but clumsy punches forward which could no doubt smash Densetsu's facial bones to a pulp if they landed. If they landed. As he launched another punch, the Uchiha finally made his move, darting forward in a flash with incredible momentum; ducking under those sickening arms and burying his foot into the knee of the enormous man, before quickly twisting and delivering a brutal back-kick to the man's groin. While his manhood screamed out to him in agony, the hulking behemoth dropped to his knees with his hands desperately fumbling at his private region as he futilely attempted to soothe the intense pain surging up his body; reminiscent to a child attempting to hold its' bladder in.

In a blink of an eye or less Densetsu drove a knee into his gaping mouth in the briefest instant, knocking out several teeth and sending the seemingly monstrous being sprawling backwards to the ground, unconscious. The three other surrounding men who had been behind their large comrade, banking on him to easily bash away the masked twerp who had suddenly shown up in front of their gang's building uninvited. The smiles on their faces had been wiped out now, as Densetsu stepped over their unconscious bouncer gingerly, unsheathing his katana with menacing determination. Nobody had ever made their bulky enforcer look like a mere child. Behind his mask Densetsu grinned as the eyeslits of the mask blazed in a terrifying red glow.

He sensed another powerful presence inside the building these lowlives were guarding, but he decided to teach this lot a lesson first. He hated drug pushers, and he wanted these junkies to know that. To remember it, if they ever decided to slip powder in kids' pockets. "Now then, I'd expect you junkies to be tough...don't disappoint me." He mused ominously at his tense, wide eyed opponents before he surged forward, blade angled to attack.