A man has to do, what a man has to do.

These were words this particular Modified Soul lived by. He had saved countless, countless lives (maybe two) and thwarted the plans of a many evil-doer via a cart of cabbages (four at the most). He had even caused his good for nothing other half to flee in terror and hide himself away from everyone.

Hammer had not seen hide, hair or even a puddle of his nemesis Horrible for some time. He was unsure if this was a good thing or a bad thing as he could be off either licking his wounds, or creating some diabolical new gadget to bring terror to the masses.

Or he could be learning to make some cake. Hammer liked cakes.

However, right now was not the time to consider cake eating, or Horrible. Nay nay! No, there was a fiend spreading terror throughout the Rukongai and Hammer was there to stop it! He didn't have much to go on mind you, just a strange looking man who looked like he was up to no good.

And rumors were always true! And Hammers fists of glory and undoing of evilnessisity would ruin this scoundrel's day!

AU-004 was traversing the streets of Seireitei, using his newfound 'freedom', or at least, wakefulness, to explore and update his maps. Sadly, he had not yet had a chance to test his combat abilities extensively. His first attempt at doing so had led only to the consumption of candy, which, while taxing, had not been overly difficult. As such, he still needed to work out the kinks of his several decade long hibernation. While passing by a training area, he noted another Mod-Soul, one not in typical Shinigami garb, standing about looking for something. Normally, he would not have been interested enough to stop, but given that this was a training area...


"Are you attending this training area?" The Mod-Soul questioned. He recalled Mod-Souls being used for sparring practice by Shinigami before. Usually they were treated as little more than punching bags, but, whatever.

His search in the Rukongai ended in failure, this odd looking fellow was a master of avoidance, he could tell. Though he had learned a few additional things about him, well one really but don't be nit picky. He wore faded, if not just grey, Shinigami robes. Surely such a man would turn up again and when he did JUSTICE WOULD FIND HIM!!!!

Justice in this case being Hammer, but I'm sure you knew that.

He returned to Seireitei, deciding he needed to blow off some steam and what better way to do that then to beat the crap out of wooden manikins? Exactly, there is no better way! Oh yes, Hammer's fists o'justice would give those manikins the beating of a lifetime, that'd learn'em to be so stiff around company!

Waltzing into a designated sparring area, Hammer spotted his first victim and began to lay one hell of a beating upon it. He had reduced it to a pile of splinters in no time at all!! Well, no not really but he did manage to behead it... Well no not really, but he would imagine otherwise!

After a good hour of so of this tiresome workout, 3-4 minutes tops, Hammer now bored, ceased his pummeling of wood and stood in the very center of the area, posing with his fists pressed against his hips, his hair blowing in the breeze as he looked this way and that.

And then, he was spoken to!

His head turned, his eyes widened, his jaw dropped. THE FIEND WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM! Oh what luck! "Aha! I have found you at last you fiend, prepare to meet your maker!

"Well no not your maker, my maker!

"Well not my maker, but my fists!"

And with that, he charged.

AU-004 stared blankly at the approaching Mod-Soul, who was now ranting about... Something? He really had no idea what the other fellow was talking about, but he supposed it didn't really matter. It was a training area, and he had come to fight so... Why not? They seemed to be of a relatively similar level, so it would be a good chance to practice again. Also, the other Mod-Soul seemed to be charging directly at him, so it appeared his decision had been made for him. Shifting his stance, he prepared himself wordlessly.

When his attacker drew closer, 004 predicted (judging from the fist talk) that his opponent would open with, obviously, his fist. Most people were right handed, so it was fairly safe to assume, he decided, that his opponent would lead with his right. As such, 004 snapped his left arm up to deflect a potential incoming blow while taking a swift half-step forward, jabbing low with his right in a quick punch to knock his opponent off balance.

His fist, it was intercepted by an arm! What villainy was this?! No one had ever stopped his fist of manly manliness before?! Something foul and rotten was at work here, oh yes! But what? Only time would answer that nearly, nay clearly impossible question.

The impact of the blow would leave his grey clad opponent feeling the iron like knuckles of Hammer's fist, would no doubt would smart. But not nearly as much as what would happen next. Poor Hammer, knocked off balance would stagger and fall to his right side as the vile villain knocked him for a small loop. Landing with a thud the Mod-soul cried out with an "Aha!" and followed suit with a vicious kick of his left leg, aiming to take his grey clad adversary right in the groin.

What? Heroes fight dirty too. No really the do, seriously. Karate Kid II, watch it you'll see.

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