Scenario:Randall - Shared Credos
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Randall reluctantly agrees to train with Soriz after witnessing the power of the veteran's fists. When Soriz later deflects a bullet with his bare hands, Randall is shown how one's own body can become the ultimate weapon.
(Captain) and company have docked at a town to take a breather.
While everyone goes off on their own, Randall secludes himself on a nearby mountain to hone his martial arts.
Randall: Raaah!
Randall: Humph. Am I good enough?
Randall is a crew member
Randall: No. I'm definitely not there yet if it's that guy we're talking about!
Randall: That punk... Talk with our fists, he said... What a freaking joke!
Randall: Yeah, you polish up those dukes you're so proud of. We'll settle things the next time we meet!
???: And when we meet again, you'll have to fight me!
???: Well, off I go! Catch ya in the future!
Randall: Yeah, you polish up those dukes you're so proud of. We'll settle things the next time we meet!
Randall continues to focus on his task, when what sounds like an explosion shakes the ground.
Randall: It came from over there!
Randall follows the sound to find an elderly man of muscular physique surrounded by broken shards of rock.
Any version of Soriz is a crew member
Soriz: Ho there! Did I startle you?
Randall: Tch. Well, look who it is.
No version of Soriz in crew
???: Huh? Who are you?
Randall: Name's Randall. Wait, that's not the point!
Randall: Did you do this? Pulverized a boulder into little pieces?
Soriz: Sure did! With these awesome fists of mine!
Randall: You punched it?
Soriz: What's so mind-blowing about that? Boulders like these can be crushed all day long with the right training.
Randall: I don't believe it! You really think anyone can pick it up, just like that?
Soriz: Hah hah hah! I can see why you'd think that. If you're interested, I wouldn't mind showin' you how it's done.
Any version of Soriz is a crew member
Soriz laughs heartily and launches into a tale of his personal life.
No version of Soriz in crew
The man named Soriz laughs heartily and launches into a tale of his personal life.
Soriz: I used to be a weapons merchant way back when. I've handled so many weapons that I became good at judging their quality.
Soriz: But there came a day when I realized something.
Soriz: My own flesh and bone are adaptable—a body capable of evolving into the ultimate weapon.
Soriz: Ever since then I trained every waking hour to surpass the limits of what mere muscles can do.
Soriz: That is my spark. My ultimate weapon isn't going to lose to some puny rocks.
Randall: Ugh, you pugilists are all brawls, brawn, and no brains! You remind me of that irritating idiot!
Soriz: Hmm... Is this idiot your rival or something?
Randall: My rival? Hah! That's a stupid question. I always come out on top.
Randall: A leg is always longer than an arm.
Randall: In other words fists will never beat legs!
Soriz: I see. So he's your spark. That's a fixation I have no problems with.
Soriz: Tell me something. You're like a stick for all the drills you do. Do you even lift?
Randall: Huh?
Soriz: All right, I've got an idea. How about giving my training program a whirl?
Randall: Nah, I'm fine training on my own—
Soriz: Oh, come on. You're in good hands with me! I'm going to pump you up! I'll squeeze out the dormant power that's inside you!
Randall isn't exactly convinced by Soriz's hard sell, but he reluctantly goes along with the muscle man anyway.
Randall: Tch, fine! I'll do it!
Randall: But I'd better come out of this stronger than before!
Soriz: Yes! That's what I want to hear!
With lingering doubts, Randall begins Soriz's training program.
The two men walk to an open area where they have more room to maneuver.
Randall: So what should I do?
Soriz: Let's see now... First let's get one rule straight.
Randall: Huh? What rule?
Soriz: It's super simple! No legs allowed! That is all!
Randall: What!
Randall: No, hold on. Did you not hear a single word I said?
Soriz: You had my fullest attention.
Randall: Then why are you making a rule like that? Did you trick me?
Soriz: If that's what you think, then let's have a little test.
Soriz launches his foot at Randall's face without warning.
Randall dodges reflexively and immediately counters.
Randall: The hell was that for? Too bad I don't lose when it comes to these legs!
Kick-started by Soriz's sudden attack, Randall unleashes an impenetrable wall of kicks.
Soriz doesn't back down from the leg-locking challenge, but he's unable to block every hit.
Soriz: Oho... So these are the legs you're so proud of!
Soriz: Then I'm gonna punch it up a level and bring my bad boys to the party!
The old man shifts his stance and lets loose a barrage of jabs and hooks.
Soriz doesn't land a punch, however, and it becomes evident that Randall has a reach advantage.
Randall: See what I mean? Fists can't compete with legs!
Randall: Leg training is all I—
Soriz: Heh! You think I'm tapped out?
Randall: Wha—
Soriz flashes a cocky smile, slipping through an opening between Randall's kicks to close the gap and throw a punch.
Randall: Guh!
The kick specialist isn't ready for the counter, and he takes a fierce body blow.
Soriz follows up with a kick that would've been fatal if he hadn't stopped it just short of Randall's face.
Soriz: Haha! Good thing this wasn't a real fight. Otherwise you'd be dead right now.
Randall: Tch!
Soriz: As you can see, my footwork isn't that great. Still, you couldn't stop that last kick.
Soriz: Don't you get it? The point is hand and foot work together. You're so hung up on your legs that you're holding back your own potential.
Soriz: Come on, son... If you had just pulled your pride from your butt, you could've blocked my fists.
Randall: I hate to say it, but there's no getting around that I couldn't stop your fists.
Randall: I'll play by your rule this time, but you'd better be ready for what comes next!
Soriz: Hah hah hah! Bring it on!
Randall's fighting spirit is laid bare, and he's eager to start the training program.
Soriz: Good! Now show me your best punches.
Randall: Humph, I'm not breaking a sweat.
Soriz: You sure about that? Let's see how you feel about it after we're done.
The hours fly by.
Randall: Huff... Huff...
Randall: Hey! How long am I supposed to be doing this for?
Soriz: Hm? You outta gas already?
Randall: Says who! I got plenty of gas to spare!
Soriz: Good! Moving on. We don't have time for breaks.
Randall: Damn right!
Soriz: We're going to do some wood chopping. I'm going to send logs down the waterfall, and I want you to split them using only your fists.
Randall: Practical application of what I just practiced, huh? Yeah, I'll show you. Just stay up there and watch!
Randall is psyched as he punches log after log.
But the powerful flow of the waterfall erases any bite to his strikes, and it prevents him from hitting each log squarely.
Randall: Son of a... This damn water flow...
Soriz: Hah hah hah! I knew you'd have trouble with this one! Don't give up now!
Soriz looks down from the top of the waterfall, his gaze flickering from Randall's bitter face to the trees around him.
Soriz: ...
The training continues for several days.
Soriz: All right. I got a little something to take care of, so you've got the day to yourself. You're not going to slack off, are you?
Randall: You got some nerve.
Randall: What do you take me for? I don't need you reminding me not to slack!
After Soriz leaves, Randall drills hard, cursing his trainer every step of the way.
At some point during his training, he feels a pair of eyes on him.
Randall: Whoever's out there, you can stop hiding! Show yourself!
Ruffian: Tch. When'd you figure me out?
Randall: Even a dimwit can tell when they're being targeted with such hostility. What do you want with me?
Ruffian: Just shut up! You're gonna come quietly and be my hostage!
The unknown man suddenly attacks Randall.
Randall prepares to fight back, but remembering Soriz's rule against using his legs, he hesitates.
Ruffian: Yahaha! Did your bravado run away?
Randall: Damn it...
Cornered into a handicapped fight, Randall accepts the challenge to use only his fists.
But then he hears Soriz's voice calling out not too far away.
Soriz: Hey! Legs are okay!
Randall: When did you—
Soriz: Sorry, I was just spectating. Now forget about me and focus on finishing this!
With Soriz's permission, Randall releases the imaginary shackles on his legs.
Ruffian: Urgh!
Randall: Humph. You bit off more than you could chew!
After Randall boots the assailant, he calms down and realizes something about himself.
Randall: My legs feel... lighter...
Soriz: Hah hah hah! That's what you get when you follow the program!
Soriz: You neglected your upper body in favor of your lower body.
Soriz: But by forging the top, it improves the balance of your entire being. And as a result, your leg technique's gotten an upgrade!
Randall: That's all there was to it? What a roundabout way of going about it.
Soriz: You weren't being honest with yourself. Would you have listened to me if I hadn't banned you from using your legs?
Randall: I'll listen to your lectures later! First I want to know who this guy that attacked me is!
Ruffian: …
Soriz: Are you the new hire from the land-grabber I just paid a visit to? You out for revenge against me?
Soriz: But beating me fair and square would be impossible, so that's why you attacked my pal here.
Randall: You needed a hostage...
Randall: Hah! Everyone's dunking on me today!
Ruffian: If this is how it's gonna be...
Cornered and out of options, the man whips out a gun and unloads.
None of the bullets strike a vital point, but one does graze Randall's arm, drawing blood.
Randall: Son of a!
Ruffian: Gwahaha! Don't matter how fast your legs are, you can't touch me! Now whatcha gonna do?
Soriz sees that Randall is cautiously waiting for an opening and decides to step in.
Soriz: Tag out. I'll handle this.
Randall: Hold up! You saying I can't beat this guy?
Soriz: Nah, I know how tough you are, but this guy's stubbornness pisses me off!
Soriz: I noticed you days ago. I was gonna let you go if you'd just left quietly on your own.
Soriz: But it looks like I'm gonna have to teach you another lesson before you learn!
Ruffian: Uh, hello? Who's the one with the gun here? You think your fists can reach me? The instant you move, I'm pullin' the trigger!
Soriz: Heh, thanks for the warning. Makes things more interesting!
Soriz takes a step toward the armed man with no sense of fear.
Ruffian: You're full of yourself!
The man's shout is almost drowned out by the firing of the gun. The bullet flies at Soriz, square and true, but he deflects it with his fist.
Soriz: Hey now... Is that it?
Ruffian: Urk!
Soriz: That's right. Weapons don't work like they normally would against me. Why don't you try using your own fists against me this time?
Ruffian: Damn it... You'll pay for this!
Soriz: Pfft, what a sorry loser. Randall, say something, would you? Wait, that guy's already gone!
The brawny man gives a hearty laugh, but Randall is completely serious, as if he's trying to find the right words.
Randall: How can I do what you just did?
Soriz: Do what? Smack the bullet away? It's pretty simple.
Soriz: I believe in myself—believe in my training! My body is the ultimate weapon! I can fight as long as my heart keeps beating!
Soriz: Haha! Didn't I already tell you that?
Randall: You're saying the body reflects one's convictions.
Randall: Ugh, you pugilists are nothing but a buncha knuckleheads.
Randall laments his amateurishness while respecting Soriz's credo.
In his heart, he secretly vows to mold his body into the ultimate form, capable of withstanding any weapon.