9/2/2023 0 Comments Tekken 8 fanfiction![]() ![]() ![]() For example, main character Kazuya has over 60 moves by Tekken 7, and that's not even getting into characters like Yoshimitsu or Hwoarang, who have stances with their own dedicated movelists. Combos and special inputs are thus a bit more intuitive than other fighting games, making the series surprisingly accessible for newcomers.Ĭharacters also have massive movelists, often far exceeding almost every other fighting game series. If you press a button that uses the right arms, then the character will almost certainly strike with that arm. Punches and kicks are uniquely mapped to the four face buttons, with each one corresponding to a limb. If someone punches for example, you can just duck under it entirely. The game makes judicious use of extremely precise hitboxes for all of its characters and places heavy emphasis on frame data. Tekken is renowned for its fast paced and demanding gameplay. "Iron Fist") is one of Bandai Namco Entertainment's most popular franchises and the most successful 3D fighting game series of all time, such that it is a Trope Codifier for that subgenre. Take this job seriously.Welcome to the King of Iron Fist Tournament. "What the hell, you bastard? I'm on break!" She rubbed her behind as she yelled at the inexpressive man. Eye twitching, the male grabbed her leg, which was propped up on her desk, and yanked her to the floor. ![]() "Five more minutes." She slumped back into the chair, resting an opened book on her face. "Have you finished your work yet?" An impatient Jin Kazama made a face at his lounging cousin, who recently stirred from her nap on her office chair upon Jin's disturbance. ![]() "Continue," she pouted at him, "Asuka's next." He nodded and cleared his throat. While she gasped and scrubbed her skirt furiously with a cheap napkin, Jin looked on with a smirk, sipping his coffee in satisfaction. The only thing that made her die down was the spillage of her coffee, which stained her clothes. As expected, Jin was not a happy camper about this. His glare seemed comedic as she burst out laughing. "So you're annoyed by his constant demands for a fight?" Xiaoyu wanted to keep her composure, but couldn't have maintained a poker face for long. Sending him a final look over his shoulder, he left the biker boy sprawl ing in his own failure. And deal with these documents while you're at it." He dropped the files next to the motionless employee. "You're not getting paid to horseplay," The Devil gene-carrier spat at the face-planted Korean, "get back to work. Hwoarang was struck down to the floor, his employer rolling the files into a cone to utilize as a weapon. Using his finger to beckon his rival, he expected the raven-haired man to grumble as he prepared to clash with him. The red head stayed in that pose, eyes locking with Jin's, who held a portfolio full of files in his hand. "Kazama, fight me!" A wild Hwoarang appeared before him, positioned in his Flamingo stance. What has he done to upset you?" At her question, Kazama sipped his bitter coffee, just the way prefers it, narrowing his eyes at his rippling reflection. The names he listed were far from a surprise to Xiaoyu, as some of them came to her with complaints of their own. "The obvious: Asuka, Hwoarang, Lili, and Lee if he's around me." Jin did not hesitate to answer. "Yes," she smiled proudly, "so which members are troubling you in particular?" "What are you, a psychologist?" He deadpanned. His eyes held a mirth that Xiaoyu was able to master detecting ever since their high school days. "Tell me all about it." She added cream, stirring the coffee into a lighter color. Melting into a cushioned chair in the room, a cup of coffee of her own in her hands, the Chinese woman sent him a look that he did not read until she sighed at his occasional inability to take a hint. "The former."Ī giggle escaped her lips after hearing his simple response, to which he gave her a side-eye, silencing her instantly, but a smile still remained. The employer's lips curled in annoyance, a headache developing at the amount of bullshit he had to endure for the past week and a half. "So Jin, how's it going with the team? Are they a rowdy bunch of teenagers, or are they well-behaved?" The Zaibatsu's secretary poured some piping hot coffee into a cup and handed it to her grumpy boss, a mischievous glint in her eye. Pre A/N: This chapter is not connected to the storyline. ![]()
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