Kosho finished his ramen as quickly as he started it. It really was good, and he felt pretty satisfied after eating it. The man next to him had nothing but kind words to say to the chef, and Kosho had nothing to say but to nod in agreement. Everything the man in the black hoodie said was factual. Wait a minute. A thought suddenly occurred to Kosho after observing the person next to him. He'd just put down money for another bowl, but he was wearing a black hoodie. Not only that, but the Saiyan could feel Ki coming from him. Suddenly, his eyes widened. I remember now! I came in here looking for him. How could I get sidetracked so easily by food?! Whatever, I should question him at the very least. Kosho stood up and looked at the white haired man, addressing him.
"Hey, you mind if I sit next to you?"

Kosho would walk forward, towards the white haired man. He wouldn't sit down next to him unless he was allowed to. He examined the man. Yup, sure enough, he's probably on the same level as I am. I wonder...Can he sense my Ki? And if he can, why didn't he say anything before hand? Maybe he's just as distracted as me? Kosho wanted to get something off his mental to this stranger. He remembers observing him walking here.
"You're pretty strong, aren't you? I can feel your Ki. Why was everyone outside trying to avoid you out there? Are you sick or something? They scared of you?"
Kosho paused for a moment, giving him a chance to respond. He didn't think this guy was all bad or anything, on account to how nicely he's treating this chef. Not to mention, if he really was a horrible person, he could probably try and start a fight wherever he went. Regardless, Kosho needed to investigate, both for his job, and for himself.

Excited for food. This wasn’t a sensation that he hadn’t felt in some time. Since he had arrived in West City he had made it a purpose to spread his influence and had succeeded in taking down any serious criminal threat to him. Since then he had been able to get whatever he wanted for the most part. Although getting the sort of food he wanted didn’t mean that it was always the best tasting food. Now he’d definitely have to come here at least three, no maybe four times a week at minimum. This ramen was better than pretty much anything he had tasted since his mother’s cooking.

The image of his mother sparked into the forefront of his mind for the first time in several months. His facial expression of excitement morphed into sorrow for a moment. He wondered how she was doing. He wouldn’t admit it, but he loved his mother and if he had been able would have stayed with her. Then the image of his father popped in his mind and any display of sorrow vanished. That weak old man was pathetic and Asmoskon left knowing that if he stayed with his parents he’d turn out the same way. He wasn’t going to live his life taking shit from others. He wasn’t going to be a dog of society, constantly shackled in chains keeping him from living a life truly free.

“Hey, you mind if I sit next to you?"

Asmoskon turned his head and so could see this man was a Saiyan based on his attire not to mention the bowl already on the counter. Strange. If he already had eaten a bowl to himself why was he now coming over here to sit next to him. “You’re free to sit where you wish. Just not into any guy on guy shit so ya know.” Asmoskon was sure that there was a possibility that this was some sort of law enforcement and he’d start attacking him. He really hoped that wasn’t the case though, he wanted to relax and enjoy the ramen.

Still seemed the ramen shop was getting a decent amount of traffic at the moment as another individual walked into the shop. This one was definitely a head turner. An awesome suit of plate armor with an awesome helmet. Asmoskon for sure thought this suit was something amazing. Although that was short lived as he felt the aura of the situation shift and knew this was something problematic beginning.

His feeling was answered by the event that took place a moment afterwards. As if the sight of armor and a sword wasn’t enough then a dumbass rushes in trying to attack her only to get his ass kicked easily. City is filled with morons. Whatever wasn’t his problem. All he wanted was to eat. If they were here to cause issues then for once everyone might see that he wasn’t the cause of bad shit happening. . . All the time at least.

The atmosphere within the little ramen shop had become tense. Understandably so, considering the violence that had occurred both outside and inside the establishment. Then of course, the stare down that was going on between three people with powers unimaginable for the average Human. Atsuko was already assessing the two as they spoke. The one in the armor didn't seem to be an organized criminal of any type... The other one, though? Harder to say. He certainly spoke in a rough manner as those thugs did.

But that didn't necessarily mean he had any affiliation with the rumors that had spread, either. However... Kosho would proceed towards the middle of the shop, and then show off his full power. It was something that got Atsuko's attention right away, as she calmly turns towards him while remaining in her seat. She simply watched as he said what he felt that he needed to say.

"I see."

She gives a concise response at first.

"If it helps at all. I'm here looking for the one that has driven this city to such a sorry state. The people are afraid and criminals are emboldened. I'm told it's related to the actions of a certain individual..."

The Knight elaborates further. She then falls silent as she considers his proposal for a fair fight. No blood spilled, just to see how strong each of them were. That was an interesting prospect... And often times you could gauge someone's true worth by the actions they would take in battle. Her Saiyan blood began to pump in response to the idea of a battle against strong people, too.

Though she suppressed that urge. It still didn't sound like a bad idea.

"I can't speak for him. But your challenge interests me. I might be able to get a good warm-up out of this..."

Having said that, she turns her gaze to Asmoskon, wondering what he might think of all this.

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Asmoskon Kosho

Kosho was more than pleased to see that the knight had agreed to the fight. He was one step closer to having an amazing fight with two people very close to his caliber. He honestly couldn't believe this was happening. However, there was something that the knight said that concerned Kosho a little bit. They said something about criminals running amok lately. This concern made Kosho reflect on his actions, making him wonder if this really was the right idea. That kinda stuff has been happening here lately? I never even knew. Fortunately for him, the knight complied on the basis that this would help them get a good warmup out of it. Unable to contain his excitement completely, a smile crept up on Kosho's face as he looked over to the white haired man. I'll pretend to not hear that comment about being weird, black hooded man. However, the Saiyan was even more pleased to hear that the white haired man also accepted. Sweeeeet! Of course, the fight wasn't going to be held there. Kosho was not going to object to that.
"Oh yeah, of course not. I wouldn't wanna trash this shop; it'd be a waste. I'm definitely coming back here in the future."

With that, the white haired man got his ramen and started eating it while walking there. Kosho let him lead the way, as he didn't exactly know the park he was talking about. Again, this Saiyan is still pretty new to this planet, and he's still trying to know what is right and what is wrong. Kosho assumed the knight was following close to them, as well. Even though Kosho was suspicious of this man with white hair at first, he had a feeling this guy wasn't really all that bad. He would know for sure from fighting, but he still had this feeling. At least, he was hoping on it. When it came to the knight, there was no doubt in his mind they were righteous. Why? This guy literally beat up a buncha thugs outside. How could they possibly be bad? Also, who exactly is under that armor? Oh, there was one thing the Saiyan on patrol almost forgot. He spoke up again to the other two accompanying him, his excitement still plain to see on his face.
"Oh, by the way, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Kosho."

Walking across the cement sidewalk was something anyone in this city did essentially everyday multiple times a day and possibly dozens if not more than a hundred times when one looked at an entire week. Living in the city had been so weird when he had first come here yet now he couldn’t think about not being able to find a food source within a few short minutes. As he began to devour the seafood style ramen in the plastic Tupperware container Asmoskon couldn’t help himself from smiling widely and humming joyfully at the delicious taste. “Definitely my favorite spot in the city now.”

He had to think of what he could do to help out that chef though. He had seen while inside that there were several pictures up throughout the cooking station. That man was struggling despite how good his food was. The state of his stall wasn’t the greatest and that was probably turning away customers who couldn’t look past the first page. The idea of that man’s talent going to waste was incredibly frustrating. Asmoskon wasn’t the nicest of people in fact most of the city was scared of him and for some good reasons, but he wasn’t one to overlook the value that others may possess. For that reason he wouldn’t let that man suffer and definitely wouldn’t let his stall close. He didn’t care if he’d have to be his only customer, he could eat this ramen for the rest of his life and die satisfied in that regard at least.

The park wasn’t far just like he had told the Saiyan’s although it took about three perhaps four minutes of steady movement as they all walked at the pace of a standard human. Thankfully though that meant that Asmoskon had enough time to scarf down the ramen. “Certain in victory? Hmm not sure that’s right. I’m confident, but probably just happy that I’ve got a fight worth happening now.” Asmoskon took a large bite out of some lobster flesh as Kosho introduced himself then followed up by the knight who gave the name Atsuko.

“Female? Makes sense small enough. Although if that’s the case disappointing that she’s likely one with a ruler shoved up her ass.” Asmoskon kept these thoughts to himself knowing they may provoke Atsuko before they got to the park. He was excited to fight, but the fact someone that likely had an enjoyable figure wouldn’t be one to just have some intimate fun. Either way though they reached the park and Asmoskon set the now empty Tupperware at the ground by the gate. He’d have to return the container to the chef after this was all over.

He’d lead them roughly another hundred feet into the park to a clearing free of trees and ponds and benches. Nothing was in the way as he now stood near the center of the clearing of deep emerald grass. “Alright well whenever you’re both ready we have the clearing to ourselves. No one else in the city is likely to interrupt so don’t worry about restraining yourself.” Asmoskon had already shifted into one of his stances. His legs apart bent slightly at the knees with his arms up. The stance was similar to boxing yet mixed with karate and something else as well. Either way he was ready a human against two Saiyan’s, how the fighters of old would have laughed at such a prospect.

Power Level: 70

The Knight thought over what Asmoskon said. It's possible that he was excited for the fight.... But there was still the way he had worded things to that Chef. "I see. What you said to the Chef tells a different story, however.", she admits. But doesn't seem to linger on the point for any longer than that. But she did wonder just how good of a fighter he was, now... That kind of confidence doesn't come lightly, neither did that kind of power.

Kosho then expresses his surprise over Atsuko being a woman, and then asks how she's able to wear the armor for so long. That prompts a soft chuckle out of her in response. "A Knight's Training is a very grueling task. Few have the stomach for such a demanding regime. It's never truly finished, either."

She pauses for a moment. "I got used to it a long time ago. Now I consider it a mark of honor."

Finally, they arrived in the park. Asmoskon explained that no one would be interrupting their battle, so they were free to go all out. Sure enough, no one was here right now... Plenty of space to work with, too. Yeah, she had no complaints about this. Although ideally she would prefer it to take place outside of the city period. But, if it had to take place anywhere inside... This was perfect.

Kosho is the first one to kick things off, firing crescent shaped Ki blasts at both Atsuko and Asmoskon. The Knight remained still, almost as if she were a statue. In fact, the blast collided with her as a result. She didn't even move to dodge or block... Just took the brunt of it.

It wasn't that the attack didn't affect her; it certainly did. Though her injuries were very minor. One might wonder why she hadn't bothered to move. Well, Asmoskon might miss the hint here, but Kosho could probably feel the rising power. Atsuko's energy was being built up, concentrated into a powerful attack. But whereas one might have expected her to fire it, she instead remained still.

Outwardly, her aura wasn't flaring. But the flow of Ki was unmistakable for those that could sense it... She had been through a lot of training to get it to this degree of control. That much was certain.

The only question was, what would these two do now?

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Kosho Asmoskon

Actions:
Free - Took the full damage from Uraeus Fang, 7 damage
3 Actions - Charging Tier 2 Sword of Light. Charge goes from 10% to 30%

HP: 113/120
Ki: 100/100

Notes:
Atsuko's Aura isn't exploding outward. The only visual change is that the sword at her side is starting to glow while still inside it's sheath.
Continuing to Charge.