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[Hiryu Tsurugi]

Kizu Pantera

Lowering his leg slowly as Kizu made an escape up the stairs, Hiryu would just tuck his hands into the pockets of his jacket slowly before a nearby frying pan would catch his eye. "Well ********. I didn't plan on him evading my kick like that and going up the stairs." The man's deep and masculine voice would echo out from the midst of the smoke cloud. Stepping out of the kitchen with a cast iron pan held firmly within the grasp of his right hand, Hiryu would ascend the stairs. Just as Kizu finished getting those last words out of his mouth, he would find a frying pan being slung at his person like a ******** Great Value version of Thor's hammer. The assailant's full appearance was now revealed. He easily stood six foot tall and was a mountain of muscle weighing in at one-hundred and ninety pounds. The man looked Caucasian with Japanese features. He had shaggy dark brown hair that covered his right eye, was sporting a black muscle shirt under his jacket, black jeans, and black skate style shoes. His hands would also be noticeably wrapped in a white sports wrap. His one revealed orb was a piercing blue eye that had a very lazy look within its gaze. His black hood was popped over his head gently, but his sharp chin and jawline could easily be discerned. "Out of the pan and into the fryer." Hiryu commented.

♦Passive Abilities♦
1. Enhanced Strength/Speed
2.Enhanced Durability/Stamina
3. Enhanced Reflexes/Senses

[Kleine Krahe]

Light stayed low where the smoke didn't accumulate as much, looking around for somewhere else to go. After boots clomped to the kitchen and the back to the stairs she quickly scuttled over to the shelter of a bar stool, crouched low and wings slightly stretched to keep her balance and for all intents and purposes...looked like a feathery turtle. Now in her newest temporary shelter, she bobbed her head this way and that to get a new picture of her surroundings before the smoke roused a weird little cawing sneeze out of her.

[Kizu Pantera]

Hiryu Tsurugi

-Whoever this stranger is, had it out for someone. From dealing with that one odd fellow who randomly appeared within the bar, to this arrogant individual who busted into the establishment like a S.W.A.T team. Quickly he found out that he drew the straw of bullshit to be targeted out of the group, by being greeted with--a flying frying pan. Being hurled up the stairs in his range of vision, he quickly pushed off the wall into a cross block in which a sudden audible "BONK" filled the main room and corridor as it made contact with those dark brawny limbs of his. Fully regaining his senses and glancing at the person ascending the stairs, he took a couple of steps back as the burning ember died down from the lack of puffing away at it. He got a good look at the assailant and could already tell he came here with a purpose and was trained for it, along with some cheesy puns. "Hmm.." The strangers gaze would meet Kizus calm gaze as his bladed tail swayed to and fro inches above the flooring like a pendulum.-

[Hiryu Tsurugi]

Kizu Pantera

Hiryu peeled his jacket from his torso, allowing it to fall to the floor behind of his person. Rolling his shoulders gently, before popping his fingers and neck. Throwing his arms up and taking a boxer's stance, he would charge at Kizu, moving around as if he were on ice or a cloud. He almost appeared weightless with each finesse step, opening up with a southpaw jab, followed by a right jab; Each jab getting quicker and more powerful, seemingly heavier. the air would stir around each thrown jab as he began machine gunning forward punches like a well oiled machine. Should the blows make any contact, Kizu would find that they would hit with ferocity and almost feel like getting hit by a truck. Hiryu's blows were aimed at Kizu's body and forearms with intent to bruise, batter, and wear down his opponent.

♦Passive Abilities♦
1. Enhanced Strength/Speed
2.Enhanced Durability/Stamina
3. Enhanced Reflexes/Senses

[Kizu Pantera]

Hiryu Tsurugi

Combat mode: Engaged
Combat passive/offense: Frost touch
Combat passive/Defense: Rolling Avalanche
Blood well: On E
Frenzy: Dormant

-Eyeing the removal of his jacket and scanning over the individual that's now his opponent for the time being, he took in a deep breath through the nose and exhaled through his icy maw as the double colored irises increased in illumination from the dim glow it held previously. Tilting his cranium left to right in releasing audible pops to loosen up even more, Kizu eased into a loose southpaw hitman boxing stance while his target took up a vintage boxers stance before making the first move towards the frigid fighter. Any lateral movement this guy would attempt during the approach, Kizu would fluidly follow until he was caught within Kizus proper strike range. With the rapid response for a possible strike, the body shifted weight along the rear left leg as the right foot shot forth at blinding speeds in taking aim to strike towards the right obliques with a foot jab to stop him short. If he made any physical contact towards the body or limbs, there would be a lingering chill from the area struck.-

"Passive descriptions"

~Rolling Avalanche{Passive}- From the cooling of the air around the user, the body starts a gradual build up of ice into the form of dragon-like scales that layers along the surface of his flesh. This temporarily protects him from piercing attacks.{Hard hits= -20% from structural integrity, -35% from Heavy hits, -50% from powerful hits}(3 posts to regenerate, +1 post per hit to certain areas)

~Frost touch{passive}- Upon physical contact with flesh, Kizu begins to rapidly draw out the heat of the targeted area that would lead into the first stage of frostbite. there is itching and pain, and then the skin develops white, red, and yellow patches and becomes numb. The area affected by frostnip usually does not become permanently damaged as only the skin's top layers are affected. Long-term insensitivity to both heat and cold can sometimes happen after suffering from frost n**. Prolonged exposure towards the targeted areas, the skin may freeze and harden, but the deep tissues are not affected and remain soft and normal. The blisters may become hard and blackened, but usually appear worse than they are.

Once it reaches maximum exposure or struck in the same area three times, deep frostbite occurs and the muscles, tendons, blood vessels, and nerves all freeze. The skin is hard, feels waxy, and use of the area is lost temporarily, and in severe cases, permanently(depending on the target). The deep frostbite results in areas of purplish blisters which turn black and which are generally blood-filled. Nerve damage in the area can result in a loss of feeling. It would swiftly undergo a brittle crystallization that'll result in cellular disintegration.

[II Tsusaka II]

[II Tsusaka II]

In the middle of the dying patch of woods behind of the Zackro stood a lone figure, the new guest whom had recently shown up. He was a tall and lean figure, standing at six foot even and weighing in around one hundred and eighty pounds soaking wet. His attire was a simple pair of black trousers with a black leather belt, and a black button up long sleeve that was unbuttoned to the bottom and last button which seemed to allow the fabric to hug the bottom of his torso, his shoes were black leather sneakers. His spade tipped tail flickered not unlike a nervous cats. Leaning down slowly a set of pale fingers from a right hand would extend and pet the ground and a hole where something had once been stabbed into the Earth, obviously it was what had poisoned this section of the forest, Deep purple orbs gazed around the area slowly. Pursed lips would show a lot of dismay and confusion.

[Kurai`Haruko]

Seir Lucifuge

Lounging on a branch in tree at the edge of the bare zone, a white cloaked being stared out,watching the man. From cloak to glove,she wore all white. She had been on her way out for supplies when she caught his scent among the snow dampened air, and scaled the tree. For safety or just to have an advantage,
she wasnt sure. The snow made it a bit of a slick climb. Which reminded her...she had forgotten to change the spells for the season
She pulled the hood tighter around her face,crimson eyes trained on the being, fingers anxiously rubbing the fabric. Something tingled in the back of her mind. He looked familiar.
The gloved fingers ceased rubbing the hoods fabric. Why was this man here? This was a dangerous site to pause at. She didn't even like the thought of a animal pausing here for too long. So...Who was he?

[II Tsusaka II]

He chose to ignore the eavesdropping Kurai for now, Seir was focused on testing a theory. Standing back up to his full height and extending his right arm, smoke would begin to materialize around his hand, before the massive six and a half foot long claymore would form. The vibe and atmosphere of the surrounding area would totally change, and the black sword would begin emitting a mist from its blade. It was none other than the Unholy Claymore that Saka himself used to wield. Seir would stab the sword into the hole. "Hmmm... Perfect fit..." His eyes narrowed at the sword and the area in general, turning around the face Kurai finally and tuck his hands into his pockets slowly the sword would seemingly wipe itself from existence in a cloud of smoke. "You can come out now, fox girl." He said in a rather deep and stern tone. The kinda firmness that would make one's daughter refer to him as daddy.

[Kurai`Haruko]

The mistrustful eyes continued to watch the man,her fangs bared in a silent snarl. What the ******** was this man doing? Who did he think he was? He was going to wake the beast!

At the sight of the sword,a cold sweat broke beaded on her skin,her breathing quickening and labored. The color draining from her skin. Her desire to run from trouble fought against the many a** kickings she had taken. That ******** sword. The sorrow and pain. The destruction.
Carelessly Stepping away from the treet trunk and into plain sight on the branch, she would push the hood back from her face, voice strained,' Where did you steal His sword from"

[II Tsusaka II]

He paused for a minute as she asked him where he had gotten the sword, it was apparent she knew one of its previous owners, or at least the ones from this domain. "I was born with it, it is as much a part of me as I am of it." He responded with a slight shrug. "I woke up to a lifeless, cold world. Then I took a really long nap between time and space itself." Sounded like the kinda chatter another demon often spoke of, said demon in question's name started with an L and ended with an O. "Something or somebody here had caught my attention, drew me in... The sword also resonates with this place." This man had arrived not long after Saka's revival and breaking free from his permaice tomb ironically.

[Kurai`Haruko]

"That sword brought much pain and sorrow here. The monster...The ground..." a shudder swept over her body, eyes momentarily clouded with memory. What seemed like a life time ago,when things were both happier, and not.
Ever so slowly did she blink, bringing her back to the present, where things were not often very happy for her, " You should not be in this area. No one should. You need to leave the bare area now. Please." She added,as an after thought.

[Tobuketsu]

dramallama

[Asami Kagome]

Silence. Not even a breath was heard as a shadow formed within throwing range of the tavern doors. This shadow was cold and seemed more the absences of matter than a fog or a cloud. A hole of nothingness that grew until it seemed to take shape into that of a woman, its final whips wrapping around her frame into the barest of garments. The somber feeling that poured from this woman was intoxicating in all of the ways one didn't want to be.
Finally; a sound. The smallest of intakes as if she had taken her first breath of life. Dark eyes opened, allowing her to scan her surroundings. A glum expression changed, agony overtaking her. "Why... why now?" Her eyes met the tavern before her. At least there would be alcohol. She straightened herself, cleared the grim appearance from her flawless face and headed towards the door, not even sure if it was open but determined she'd break the door down if it meant a drink.

[Tobuketsu]

[ Sure, make me look like an a** for my OOC post. ]