Sakagami Kenzo
After a tough scuffle, Kenzo was now recovering peacefully, sleeping like a baby. But alas blinding white light interrupted Kenzo's peaceful slumber. Groaning, Kenzo squinted and tried to cover his eyes, but it was no use. Moving was a bother.
Maybe I should just try to fall back to sleep. Sleep is good.
But suddenly, a horrid smell found his way into the demon's nostrils. It was rusty, unpleasant. Blinking, he opened his eyes weakly and looked around sheepishly.
Blinking once, blinking twice, his eyes finally widened in horror at the realization. A pristine white room was now trapping him, trapping him while he was strapped down to a bed and about to be cooked alive!
About ten men in ominous white chef uniforms surrounded him, armed with really sharp knives and other scary sharp things. This was danger! Blood was everywhere, his blood! If he didn't wake up right now, he would've been a goner, a fancy third class dish on some fancy dinner party! No, he wouldn't have it, he would never allow to be eaten like this!
"EEEEEEEEEK! HALP, HALP ME!!" He cried out, the adrenaline and horror kicking in almost as fast as his actual kick to the big scary machine.
While his wounds were mostly healed, his bones and internal organs were not. However, that didn't stop him from backflipping above the evil cannibal ruffians and landing to safety. But the door... it didn't open. No matter how hard he pushed, it would not budge.
To make things worse, when he reached for his sword, he realized to his horror it wasn't there. Quickly, he threw himself to a nearby metal staff thing with a weird transparent water bag thing and held it against them, swinging it around in an attempt to keep them away.
"YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!!", Kenzo roared in defiance, unwilling to end this way.