Talent Scouting #1 (Gilgamesh)

Dawn was nearing, and Gilgamesh's night was winding down. His normal haunt was the docks where he had made it a habit to terrorize the night life. The violent bottom of the barrel. Not because these gangs were technically competition to Pandemonium and the rackets that they ran. He cared very little for any of that. He did it for the thrill. Facing off against multiple opponents, often times armed opponents sent a thrill through his spine. And hearing the cries of pain, feeling the snapping of bone, and the warmth of blood splattering made him feel more alive than anything else this city had to offer.

Well, almost anything. On a good night one of those so called Supers found their way to his neck of the woods and would try to put a stop to him. The reasons varied, but the hope of finding a worthy challenger kept him from giving up his search. Despite disappointing night after disappointing night. Tonight was shaping up to be another in his long string of disappointments as he stood on the dock surrounded by the broken and battered bodies of Widowmakers. Unlucky bastards who had been absent when he had taken out their old leader. But it was no matter, he was nothing if not giving. And he had spent plenty of time giving them his full attention so that they would not feel left out.

"Not even a scratch.... Such a shame."

"I accept all comers."

He said without turning to face the voice. Another hero? A random person off the street? It mattered very little. Because if he was going to keep up with this lecture than Gilgamesh would silence him. And if thought he could do better than this gang of trash, well he would welcome the chance to have a proper challenge.

He'd whip around to face the voice at the question. His hood obscuring his face in shadows so nothing but his jaw showed. However between the small splatter of gang banger's blood speckling his chin there was a distinct smirk. One of pride and superiority. One of someone free of doubts about the path that he was on.

"If you can prove yourself worthy you will have your answer."

Gilgamesh would slip his right leg back and extend his arms out into a Muay Thai stance. He didn't have time to explain himself to every passerby on the street. And with dawn quickly approaching he'd like to either finish the night with a pleasant surprise or be done with this before more of his time was wasted.

It seemed like instead of rushing for him like the last few people had done this fighter was waiting for him to make the first move. Very well, he could do that as well. Though he wasn't planning to go for a punch, not this time. He wanted to see if this guy was even worth his time, so he was going to start off with something that has a bit more impact.

He'd burst toward the challenger with mind blowing speed, coming in low before propelling himself upward with his legs, driving his right knee forward for a flying knee strike aimed right at the challenger's solar plexus.

The knee had barely had a chance to glance the challenger before his leg was violently thrown down by... something. The guy hadn't done a move, which meant that he was one of those gifted assholes. Well, that wasn't about to stop Gilgamesh. There was always a way to beat these prodigies. It wouldn't be the first time, and it wouldn't be the last time.

Gilgamesh's knee slammed down hard into the pavement, his hands catching himself before his head did the same as he felt his body being pushed downward. He'd attempt to push his body up with his hands and bring his lower torso swinging around for the challenger's ankles to sweep him off his feet. The plan for now was to keep him guessing while he figured out his best move.

Khan avoids the sweep attack as he moves out of Gilgamesh's range leaving him with no option but to recover his footing. Though it would seem that the moment he is able to do that the dumpster would sideswipe him as they both crashed into the nearest warehouse's outer wall.

If he had been any normal person the force of the dumpster would have taken him out and pinned him to the wall. As it was his body aches from the impact, but he was unwilling to just be beaten like that. Ranged fighters always thought they had the advantage.

Well he was used to having a handicap. It just made things more interesting. From his position between the dumpster and the wall he really only had one good move, and that was to shove the dumpster back at the challenger with all the force he could muster. Best case it took him by surprise and nailed him. Worst case is it took him by surprise and ended the fight early.

Gilgamesh was ready for the inevitable counter. Though he had expected him to just send the dumpster back at him. So when he saw the masked fighter flying at him instead with a Superman punch. Gilgamesh would leap forward with great force toward the masked fighter, rotating his body mid air to try and make the blow whoosh right past him as he brought a hook down toward the back of his head. Even if the guy could repel him somewhat with whatever power he had, he was still certain that the masked fighter would still go flying toward the ground.