05-06 TOA R1: BelleOfTheNight v. Samurai Kenji I

[LocoColt04]

And so it begins.

Standard tournament rules apply, yada yada, etc. Be sure to glance over the Tournament Information and Standings thread one last time before beginning the fight.


First come, first serve. I'm curious to see what kind of environments you create.


THIS ROUND ENDS ON THURSDAY, 02 SEPTEMBER 2005.

[Bryan]

As Patient 520 is escorted by the asylum guards to the holodeck, a strong sense of panic and fear begins to overwhelm him. He begins to struggle violently, trying to escape. Normally, he would be sedated upon reaching this condition, however, this time, it he was better left unsedated for the task he was about to perform. As the guards tightened the straps and began to wire him into the holodeck, he took a deep breath and realized that he needed to be as sane as possible in order to reach his ultimate goal....freedom. After all was hooked up and ready to go, he looked over at the holodeck operator and began laughing hysterically.

Somewhere in the middle of this laughter, Patient 520 was initiated into the cyber realm. In what seemed like a flash, he saw a room which must have been tucked deep into his subconscious mind. The room was built of what appeared to be old, mold covered brick. The walls were damp and the ceiling was dripping. The floor was splattered with blood and judging by the looks of it, it had been there for a very long time.

The room was very dark and somewhat difficult to see in. The only thing keeping it from being complete darkness was the exposed and swinging, flickering light bulb, hanging by a chain in the middle of the room. Then there was that dreaded sound...the awful sound of what could only be described as a rusty, metal against concrete sound. Clearly, it was a machine of some sort. When the light swayed, it showed the object behind the horrible sounds.

Spinning in the darkness was a large saw blade, rusty and though not very sharp, it was at the same time not very welcoming. The sound alone was enough to make anyone walk quickly in the opposite direction. On the other side of the room, there was a thick log chain hanging from the ceiling...on the end was a large hook, which was not rusty in the least bit. Seeing that the hook was not worn meant one of two things....it was never used, or it was used often....and recently. Something appeared in the shadows then.

At a towering 6'11", stood the frightening "Unknown"...lurking in the shadows. As the light swayed, it showed him there...looking about the room, emotionless. With that stomach turning outfit...the surgeon's mask...the scrubs...the apron...all splattered with various shades of blood and torn by who knows what, he looked as though he belonged in that unspeakable chamber. As he slowly made his was around the edge of the room, blanketed by the shadows, one could hear the sound of his hand running against those cold, moist bricks. After several minutes, the sound stopped and "Unknown" began to walk towards the center of the room.

As he approached, another horrible sound could be heard...far worse than the saw blade in the corner of the chamber. As he walked closer to the light, the source became clear. It was a drill. Centered in his chest plate, spinning violently with those rusty shards of metal becoming a blur from the rotation speeds. The man stopped and looked down at it with his horrifying, pure white eyes.

It seemed Patient 520 was equipping him with the set known as The Deranged. The drill came to a hault as the terror focused on the Unknown's face. As it came completely clear, it was truely a dreaded sight to be seen. Made of blackened metal decorated with rust, was the clamping jaw-like device, which was open. The Unknown touched the device, examining it with his hands.

He felt the sharp, rusty, and jagged metal shards which represented teeth of some kind and removed his hand from the device. The jaw then slammed closed and violently jerked back and forth in a grinding motion. When this gruesome display of function stopped, the Unknown tilted his head to the side, cracking his neck to become used to the weight of the object now on his face. Something was appearing in his right hand now and as it came to surface, it was clear what it was and quite possibly the most terrifying thing in his current possession. It was a large, blood splattered chainsaw, which was already running in his hand...the idle sound was enough to turn anyone's blood to ice just by hearing it.

This chainsaw was attached to a chain, which was attached to the Unknown's wrist. Obviously, this saw could be thrown at an opponent while running, though not a very accurate attack, it could be potentially deadly if it were to come in contact with it's target. Now completely equipped, the Unknown walked up to the light and was exposed completely. He tilted his head down and closed his eyes. For several moments, all that could be heard was the sound of the saw blade and the idle of the chainsaw in his right hand.

In a burst of complete insanity, the Unknown flung his head back, exposing those chilling white eyes. In one brutal and quick motion, he let out a terrifying scream. The drill on his stomach spun at mind numbing speeds, the jaw jerking violently back and forth. He gave the chainsaw full throttle and began swinging it about on the chain. The chamber was now filled with the terrible noise of the chainsaw and the God-awful sight of the lunatic in the center of the room, mindlessly swinging the chainsaw about in a rage.

The Unknown was ready to do what he has always done...fullfill yet another one of his director's desires by what he was sure to be a violent and guesome ending...

[Akira]

He opened his tired eyes and peered around the small, yet cozy room which had just accompanied him for the last three hours. His eyes kept following the wall to the nearest corner, which he eventually started to follow to the ground. Halfway down, he saw a middle sized, colored paper hanging on the wall. It was the poster he had brought of his favorite Japanese model in a Hawaiian themed bikini with a thong.

'There’s my Keiko. How are you doin'? Man I wish I could end up in your arms every night baby. Hope Ill get famous through this tournament and meet you some day' he thought to himself in his solitude.

Again it was silent and the young man started to contemplate his stay here some more. Who would he be fighting in this tournament? Would he be able to advance to the next round? He quickly changed the thought to a more enjoyable one.

'Hmmm...Wonder if they have some beer around here? Hope I can get a swig of some good Kirin Beer before I have to fight. I’m sure nobody will mind me having a little drink before the tournament. Hehehe' he contemplated with an evil, yet childish smirk on his stern face.

He shot up from his small bed and started to stray back and forth in the small red room. His stomach started to growl and it almost felt like it was about to turn over. He quickly threw his sight to his small anime covered bag he had brought. He noticed three small brown beings scurrying back and forth with small bites of chips in their mouth.

"What the hell!!! Damn little buggers are getting away with my snack, GOD DAMN IT!!!!" he shouted and immediately hurried to stomp the little thieving cockroaches. Then he greedily opened his bags to devour the rest of the chips, the creatures had left behind. He felt a little better but wasn’t yet satiated with food.

'Man some sushi would sure be nice right about now to go along with that beer.' he pondered to himself when suddenly his stomach started to growl again, almost like a fierce lion. Almost instinctively he made his way to the white door that impeded his way to food paradise. He ran down the hall and eventually made it to a gigantic soup dispenser. He could barely see the buttons due to hunger, but eventually made his choice. Slowly a small bowl could be heard being filled with hot steaming water. Then a slight pinging sound was heard signifying the soup was ready. He slurped up the Ramen almost inhaling them. Now he was full...but then again that beer. He scurried around like drug junkie but to no avail.

'Damn it, no beer. Well guess Ill go back to the room and wait till the staff come and get me for the fight.'

Just as he had finished this thought, he could hear a dark, strong voice behind him "Mister Kenji Matsura, please follow the man on my right to your appointed fight." He shuddered at the massive scene that was standing there. A gigantic beast of a man, dressed in a long black suit stood before him who would have scared any man into wetting his pants...but Kenji resisted with all his might to not leave behind a puddle of his own urine.

"Of course I’m ready" he roared and stomped his foot on the ground. The man just looked at him blankly, not impressed at all at the small worm that stood next to the dispenser. After a small duration of uncomfortable silence Kenji said "Lead the way doc."

They proceeded down a small corridor, passing by many doors on the way. Kenji peered inside one of the doors and observed many machines and screens. This was no doubt one of the rooms that they controlled the virtual world in. They continued directly to the farthest door down the hall. "Please enter mister Matsura" the small professor looking man that had accompanied the other said. "Hell yeah, time to kick some ass baby!!!" he shouted and immediately jumped into the awaiting seat. There were wires everywhere and a small screen next to the seat, most likely to check the vital signs of the contestants or something to that extent. He threw his sight across the room to get a look at his opponent. It was quite dark, excluding the neon blue lights around, him yet they did not offer enough light to make the man fully visible. Slowly his eyes adjusted to the small, dark room and he was able to make out a white jacket of some sort. Looking even closer he was able to make out that it was a straightjacket. "What the hell, is that guy a psycho?!?! You can’t tell me, I have to seriously fight a crazy guy." he said with a most confusing sight on his face. Just as he had said this he felt the professor tighten the belt on his arm and legs. 'Oh man, here it goes' he thought nervously.

All of a sudden he was put into some sort of trance and closed his eyes. When he opened them, it was as if he had not done so at all. Everything was black and it was almost impossible to see anything. Then he felt his own personality drift away until he was in a sort of stand by phase. His alter ego had taken over.

He looked up again, and this time, noticed a small light flying back and forth many feet ahead of him. Was it a fire fly or maybe something else? Then he could only here a very discrete yet extremely disturbing sound. It was as if someone was dying, but when listening closer he could tell it was some sort of metal screeching on the ground. He put his arms out to his side blindly, not knowing what was there. He felt something hinder his hands from going any further. It felt very cold and moist in this dark and strange place. He listened again and could here drops of water accompany the screeching of the blade. What was this place?

He started to make his way forward, yet cautiously and always ready to strike. Again he could make out another eerie sound, that of a drilling mechanism, and yet another sound made its way to his ear. This one sounded the most threatening and it was the easiest to recognize. It was a hellish sound that could be heard from far way and any common man would have recognized it as being a chainsaw.

He started to continue his way, to find the source of these many freakish sounds. Eventually the swinging light source in the middle made itself known as a light bulb hanging from a moldy rusted chain. It also was able to give away the maker, of one of the sounds. He saw the massive blade that swung back and forth. Most likely not used in awhile or maybe it had been. Maybe this was a sick room of torture where any old tool could still be used to inflict massive amounts of pain. Was this hell?

The light eventually revealed the look of the mighty warrior who had aimlessly been wandering through the darkness like a blind man. His strong white armor seemed to catch the light of the swinging bulb and store it. This armor set was his renowned "Of the Brute" which he had worn in many battles and had been victorious with every time. He felt to his, side to make sure his only true friend was still there as well. Feeling the handle made of ivory he looked at his blade, which then also provided a small light source as well. The blade had a very strange writing on it, almost mystical it seemed. The engraving was glowing erratically and provided a strong contrast to the black blade that accompanied it. Still this putrid black blade had something majestic about it. He held it in front of him to act as a small guide and show him the way.

He got closer and closer to the frightening sound that was coming from the chainsaw yet he could still not pinpoint the direction fully. All of a sudden he noticed a small yet unnatural movement in the swinging of the light bulb. Had someone just passed by or was it maybe just his imagination playing tricks on him?

Then he noticed a scream, one that was so sadistic and freak like, that it added the final note to the hellish orchestra that he had heard this whole time. Even for the massive berserker, who had seen many battles and bloodshed and was known to crush the heads of men with his mere hands, shuddered at the scream. He decided to sheath his sword as to not give away his position, had the being not seen him already. He lurked in the shadows completely blending in until he could here definite foot steps. The he stepped out from his confines, to stand before his awaiting enemy, which would have no doubt scared even the bravest warrior but the being stayed un-phased to the huge swordsman that now stood before him.

He was able to start to make out the body, which was encased inside a metal shell with a drill as the centerpiece. Also the head was a disgusting sight, for the beast that stood before him wore a sort of mouth cover. This mouth cover however was an exception to the typical one since it did not stop the being from biting but rather promoted it. Then he threw his gaze onto the source of the most deafening item of all. It was a huge rusted chainsaw that was attached to a chain. This was no doubt, so the mangled creature could throw it any would-be enemy. The thing that made the warrior gasp the most though was the clothing attire of the freak. He wore some sort of apron covered by many blood stains. This was no doctor but rather a sadist that would use any chance he could, to take down his foes. This would not be such an easy task though, for the "Giroan Berserker" had never been defeated before and was not intent on doing so on this day in such a wretched place.

He again unsheathed his sword, immediately showing his form of diplomacy, and yelled to the deformity "So you must be the enemy of the mighty Giroan Berserker, who has seen many battles, defeated the empire of Washiru single handedly, taken the souls of thousands of man, and drunken the blood of the defeated. I have seen hell and shall accompany you, you disgusting thing, to the gates of damnation and doom. Are you ready for your judgement?"

Without even awaiting for a reply, the mighty samurai leaped forward onto the freak and jilted his katana towards the direction of the gruesome demon.

[Bryan]

As the Unknown continued to swing his chainsaw about, he sensed another being in this chamber with him. Relying on fear tactics, he swung the chainsaw about faster and with much more aggression. He was spinning in circles now, blindly waving the chainsaw about on the chain. At a point in his dreadful dance, he thought he heard a voice, though it was not clear what was said due to the noise of the saw. As he spun around, he saw the fearsome samurai lunging in his direction.

In a quick glance, he saw the shimmering of what appeared to be a katana, though it was not certain that it was what the eye had caught due to the darkness of the room. Nonetheless, there was someone there....someone posing a threat. The Unknown spun in a circle again, though the enemy was fast approaching....so close now that he could almost feel the samurai's breath on the back of his neck. As the samurai was within striking distance, the Unknown, full alert now, spun around to the left, moving just out of the way of the now clear katana and it's holder. He flung his head with a brutal quickness at the samurai's biscep, the jaw mechanism opening in the motion, ready to latch on to it's target.

As the he swung his head in to latch onto his foe with the horrible jaw mechanism, the Uknown swung the saw around in a motion, attempting to wrap up the samurai with the heavy chain.

[Akira]

Just as he had lunged, the demention had turned around to face his foe. The mighty warrior knew he would not be able to hit him now, although he had had the element of surprise to aid him. None the less, he would not let the freak turn this failed hit to its advantage. Just barely missing the body of the ferocious looking being, the berserker seemed to have gotten his arm placed right between the jaw looking device of his foe. Right before the beast could grab a hold of his arm, the warrior moved it out of harms way. Yet all wasnt saved yet.

Just as he had saved his arm from certain pain, he saw the massive chain swinging around to provide a follow up attack to the jaw. His reflexes were fast but still not as fast as the light that swung overhead. He was able to just barely escape the fastly approaching chainsaw but still seemed to have come in contact with it. He felt a massive rattling on his armor and then jumped to the side. He observed his armor and saw that their had been no major damage to it. Still, another attack like that and he might not be so lucky. Now he would again increase the offensive and attack the deplorable, wretched being.

He took this time to first observe the being before making his next movement. He noticed that the back of the neck area was completely open and not protected by any from of armor or bracing. He also observed the waist which also offered a small opening to attack, yet one that would be quite difficult to hit. He decided to first try to kill the beast by giving him the honor of a beheading. Were this not to work he would quickly try to counter the failed attack by coming around for the attack on the waist, however difficult it may be.

He then began to increase his momentum again and started towards the grotesque monster. Running, he decided to run and jump off the wall, as to get right behind the beast and catch him by surprise. He continued and quickly brought his sword up for the finisher but would it hit...

[Bryan]

As the chainsaw came swinging back, missing it's target, the Unknown caught it with his right hand. By the time he noticed the samurai was no longer in front of him, it was a moment too late. He turned around quickly only to see his foe in mid swing with his sword. Unable to move fast enough to get completely out of harm's way, he ducked back, however, and noticed the blade swung in a motion as though it's intent was to behead him. The end of the blade swung just right to go in between the jaw mechanism, cutting him across the mouth, sending him staggering back.

Patient 520 screamed in agonizing pain, enough to make him arch his back in the seat he was strapped into. He began to flail violently and breathe heavily in short, fast breaths.

The Unknown staggered backwards into a wall, stopping him. He froze for a moment as the blood began to pour from the opening in the jaw mechanism. It was a slow, but constant flow of blood, showing that this fresh wound was a critical hit. He closed his eyes and stood still for just a moment and began to give out a sadistic, maniacal laugh, which eventually turned into a violent yell. He dropped his chainsaw to the ground and slowly began to walk towards the samurai, dragging it along with him.

As he came within about 5' of his opponent, the Unknown slowly looked down at the drill on his stomach as it began to spin violently. He flung his head back, sending his hair back behind his head, exposing his face. He looked in the direction of the samurai at that point, the blood still slowly flowing from his mouth, for what seemed like an eternity, which was in reality only a few minutes. This was the advantage of those pure white eyes. As the creature stood there, appearing to be staring at the samurai, he was actually observing his surroundings.

In front of him stood the samurai, to the not so far off right corner was that awful saw...spinning crazily in the dark corner. Had the samurai seen the saw yet? Now was the time to find out. Now looking at the samurai, the Unknown slowly pulled the chainsaw to his left hand and gave it full throttle. He then began walking towards the samurai, the drill on his stomach still spinning.

The creature held the chainsaw in his left hand straight out in front of him, the edge of the chainsaw turned, pointing in the samurai's direction. The samurai was in a difficult position at this point, that is, if he was unaware of the saw blade in the ground to the right. Though the Unknown's plan was not flawless, it would take a quick and rational decision for the samurai to escape, for he was now faced with three threats. The chainsaw roaring to his left, the saw blade in the right hand corner and the drill spinning on the creature's stomach in front of him. The creature walked slowly towards him, away from the light and into the dreaded darkness of the chamber....would there soon be the fresh blood of this samurai to accompany the old that was splattered about this room?

[Akira]

The mighty berserker watched as he slashed at the deformity, hoping he would land a direct hit with the neck ending the fight quite prematurely. Unfortunately, the attack didn't hit right on but still had some serious conclusions. It seemed, the freak had moved out of the way to stop himself from getting beheaded but had put his mouth in harms way, which was then severely cut by the sharp Katana of the Samurai. The blood started to stream yet the beast still stood.

All of a sudden there was another hellish sound, like the Giroan Berserker had heard earlier, which then culminated to a sadistic laugh, that almost seemed as if the creature were possessed by a demon. The monstrosity then looked at the warrior and started to make his way towards him. Eventually he picked up his chainsaw and continued in the direction of the samurai. If the warrior were not to move, he would surely be cut up by the approaching chain saw. But the creatures attack couldn’t truly be this simple could it? There had to be something else that the creature was thinking at this moment. The samurai had only a short moment to think and make a decision. He had not been able to get too comfortable with his surroundings as of yet, but had still studied some of the key points in this small dark labyrinth. As the creature continued its march towards the warrior, he decided to slowly move backwards as to avoid the chainsaw. Just as he was doing this he remembered the perverted tools of torture that were all over the small tunnel. Just as this thought hit him, he felt a small piercing in the side of his leg.

'Damn it, I should have watched out for that saw blade.' he thought with a deep remorse for his mistake. Then he grabbed the saw and held it in his hands. Could he maybe stop the oncoming creature’s weapon somehow using this. It was much harder for him to concentrate with his wound. He felt his leg again. It felt very warm, which started to give way to a small river of blood. He continued to stagger backwards, throwing the occasional glimpse behind him, as to avoid any further gadgets that could inflict him with pain and possibly his death.

He viewed the old chain on the saw blade. It was extremely old and rusted. He decided to sever it with the help of his Katana, which sliced through the chain like butter. He now held two weapons in his hand. He threw the saw blade at the beast in a tomahawk motion and then proceeded by running towards him. Now the gruesome wretch may not fare so lucky, as it now has a saw blade coming towards it and a raging Samurai, armed with his strong blade, who has no other will then to kill him coldly and without mercy.

[Bryan]

What seemed to be a fool proof plan had turned into a similar situation for the Unknown. Now it was he who was in a position calling for a fast decision. The samurai had discovered the saw blade in the corner, using it to his advantage by throwing at the creature. In a quick movement, he stepped back as the blade and samurai were coming towards him. Stepping behind the light, the beast raised his chainsaw as the blade came at him.

He made a quick motion to his left as though he was moving just before the saw hit the chain and dodging the samurai just as the light was destroyed, sending it to the floor where it shattered. It was completely black now and what had happened before the saw hit the light would be to the Unknown's advantage if he did not see it clearly.

To slow things down, as the saw came at the Unknown, it cut the light, leaving it dark seconds before it hit the creature, who was stepping to the left, chainsaw raised. The saw blade had cut the chain attaching it to his wrist and in a quick moment, the creature gave the saw full throttle and tossed it into the corner.

Back up to speed, the saw was now serving as a distraction in the corner, roaring angrily. For the purpose of this move was for the samurai to think the creature was in the corner with his chainsaw, for it was completely black now. There were only sounds to give away positions. As the saw screamed to the Unknown's left, he quietly stepped to his right. And basing his knowledge of where the samurai stood last, he snuck grimly through the dark, waiting for the feel of the drill on his stomach to touch something...anything, for when it did, it would spin violently, leaving him all alone in the dark and nothing but the sounds of his chainsaw and opponents gasps would be heard....it was just a matter of finding him through the thick darkness or until the decoy was discovered.

The thought of the samurai not aware of the Unknown's location brought a sadistic grin to his slashed and bleeding face from under that horrid jaw mechanism. From this point foward, the samurai and the Unknown both would be playing on an entirely different level...with that thought in mind, he continued to walk slowly and quietly through the dark, waiting for the slightest pressure against the drill...

[Akira]

Just as the Samurai thought he had thought of a way to finish this battle, the Unknown had dodged the chainsaw, severing the chain on its hand with it and had broken the lightbulb, setting the laberynth into complete and utter darkness. Just as the Berserker stopped, he could hear that the chainsaw sound was now not coming from the direction where the creature had last stood but rather in a nearby corner. The darkening of the hall was no doubt a trick that would put both fighters to a disadvantage yet it seemed that the monstrosity had planned this all along.

The Giroan stopped for a second to contemplate the situation and form his next battle plan. It seemed the creature was lying in wait in the corner holding the chainsaw and was ready to slash at anything that passed by. The Samurai at this point knelt to the floor, almost hugging it, trying to hear or fell any vibrations. The only things he could feel were the chainsaw, roaring loudly, and the other hellish sounds from before. On closer inspection however, something seemed to stick out.

Remembering back on his arrival here, he had seen that the creature had three weapons that could potentially give away his postion. They were, first and foremost the chainsaw, secondly the drill on the freak's chest, and the jaw which may give off minor sounds. He had been in many night battles before and knew how valuable the element of surprise was. He was not about to just run into the corner, where the beast waited to saw his body in a massive bloody rage. If the beast were truly there, he would test it, but how?

He started to creep on the floor, being as silent as was possible, and lurking ever closer to the corner where the beast waited. The rage of the chainsaw got more frequent, or so it seemed, and the vibrations could be felt eve more clearly now. The Berserker was only a few yards away now and felt slight anxioty kick in, though as it had come, it was already gone again. He had to be as sharp and concentrated as ever, as to not fall victim to his enemies chainsaw, which continued to let out its mighty roar. As he continued to make his way towards the sound, still creeping silently as to not alarm the beast of his position, he felt something wierd. Something was really out of place. Suddenly he stopped and only listened to the sounds around him. He could hear the mighty chainsaw but that was the problem. Only the chainsaw and nothing else? Where had the drilling sound from before gone?!?!

Immediately, he stopped in his tracks and turned around, to mkae his way towards another place of solitude, where he could once again make up a strategy. Apparently the freak was not so stupid as it seemed at first glance. The trap had been expertly layed, nevertheless it was still not good enough for one of the assasin masters. As he was approaching his destination, he heard another sound. It was quite faint and very hard to pick out from the other plethora of sounds, yet it was still present. He could not be sure but it sounded exactly like the drilling sound that he had heard when he had arrived. Now he had devised a new strategy to lock the monster out and hopefully finish the fight.

He pointed his guantlet at a wall, or at least what he thought was a wall, only meters in front of the drilling sound. The sound of the bouncing off needles would hopefully expose the creature and have it turned around, so that the Samurai could make another attempt to end the deformities life.

He slowly raised his arm, which had never fealt as heavy as it did now, and readied himself for the shot. Just as he heard the sound of the repelling needles, he waited for any sound of movement or vibrations that would give away the postion of his enemy. Once he heard one of these triggers, he would unsheath his sword and attack the awaiting being in a single, elogant dance of a brave and mighty warrior...

[Bryan]

The Unknown slowly continued through the darkness, in search of the samurai. He thought to himself in a very primative way that something was not right. He should have found the samurai by now if he was still distracted by the chainsaw. Eventually, he found himself back at the chainsaw, which was still roaring on the ground wildly. His impatients began to get the best of him as he kneeled down and picked up the chainsaw.

He now knew that brute force and his surroundings would be his only means of victory. Unlike the rest of the Unknown's kills, this samurai was putting up a fight. Anyone else would have been dead long ago, but this opponent was slowly getting under the creature's skin. He was finished playing and it was time to end this game...and this opponent would pay dearly. Feeling through the darkness, the creature made his way to the middle of the room.

Once there, he felt where the chain had dropped onto the ground from the saw blade cutting in earlier in the fight. He picked it up with his left hand. What a find, he thought, but of course in a more primative manor. The chain that once held the bulb was now a fairly long chain with the broken remains of a light bulb on the end. This could be used to his advantage, but he had to work fast.

It was obvious now that the samurai knew of his last trap and was most definitely waiting for him with the same idea in mind. Without a second's more thought, the Unknown took the gas cap off of the saw and poured just enough to make a circle around himself, then he reapplied the cap. Before the gas could have a chance to dry up and waste, he began to swing the chain with the broken light bulb on the end vertically at his side. He gave the chainsaw throttle