[Kenkuroi Mithania]

Well, Kenkuroi had tried to capitalize on the greed of those money mugging scum with his money throwing act, hoping it would have served as a good distraction to throw them of their feet for just a few seconds, enough to buy him time to land all his juvenile frustration at the man who was the cause of this..... this mess that will cost him his crowns and ultimately, his tobacco supply. Yup, and a good way to prevent his loaded pockets from being emptied by those goons was to throw the crowns at them, smart smart....

It was evident from the lad’s desperate fighting act and even in the way he moved, the flow of the punch he was about to execute on Tony, that the half elf was an untrained fighter though he had the initiative to still attack even when he was clearly outnumbered, ‘out-equipped’ and ‘out-skilled’ so to speak. Honorably brave or just recklessly foolish? Whatever it was, despite his useless appearance and attitude, he sure had one hell of a fighting spirit and tons of it too. Perhaps that explained what drove his instincts to do whatever he just did, which might just be a good thing..... maybe.

He might have failed to land a hit at Tony but at least he had been successful with his other intention; forcing Tony to release Sakura.

The man, also seemingly displaying desperate defensive measures had fling Sakura free onto him hoping to prevent the punch from ever landing. Ken stumbled as his momentum collide against Sakura’s and he tried to catch her, to hold both him and her steady, something he failed to do as he was rudely jerked back by someone grabbing his other arm, the one that held the still burning cigarette.

Whatever happened next, happened so fast, Kenkuroi was unable to make out the events until the point where Sakura and Tony could be seen circling each other, weapons drawn, both injured on the arm. Something Tony, who was the obvious ringleader, had said made the man who held his arm let go of his grasp though not without a price as both men then proceed to draw out their daggers and spit out their taunts, their intention very clear and not pretty at all. Yanking his arm away from the vile touch of the stinking mugger, Ken tried his best to not show any fear or insecurity as he casually returned the cigarette back to his mouth and drew out his own dagger. The taste of tobacco was soothing but the weapon in his hand felt foreign.

Truth be told, Kenkuroi wasn’t exactly a stranger to combat thanks to his hot temper often landing him into trouble as well as indirect encouragement from his warrior-like mother, but most of his fights were brawls with other children his age, and playful (but still painful) fist fights with his own mom who was often the instigator whenever they argued, which was quite often. But despite having a katana master for a mom, he had never touched a katana, was never given any proper, official training in any combat skills. The dagger was given to him only when he was about to depart to his father’s home, "to cut your father’s balls off if he tries to molest you", she had said in jest, and all he had done with the weapon was create pockmarks on wooden surfaces. Wielding it now in a combat situation, Ken had absolutely no idea what to do with it despite having seen how his mom wielded the katana and had observed her during practice. Wielding a 20ish inch blade was very, very different indeed compared to some small 5 inch thing.

However, before Ken decided to do anything stupid, a male voice shouting out the name "Sakura," seemingly pierced through the chaos. Instinctively turning towards the source, he saw another man holding a war hammer joining the scene, one that he hadn’t notice before or could he be a newcomer? And from the looks of it or more like the sound of it, this man was on their side..... hopefully....