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OoC:

Not a lot of fans cheering, though I'm sure the lurkers are ---& emotion_dowant

My philosophy has always been to roll with the flow. As far as I'm concerned, there's no such thing as auto hitting since depending on the time frame of the post transition the majority of the post is an assumption available to counter should both people agree it flows. Auto hitters are people that auto hit, and ignore everything hence after.

An absorption technique would of worked admirably on any of Leo's other future incarnates like this samurai. Yomi however has the most potential out of the 4, and uniquely immune to absorption. Though I'm thinking of using the chakra system for my brawler human character, and force him to train like a nin. Good times... lol

I aim to entertain and inspire, so if you've ever a question regarding something IC you're welcome to call me out here or in a PM. And once more... Sorry about the length. ninja


IC~

A curious sort of events would blossom before the two oppositions, as each seemed to underestimate the other on equal terms. Not a boastful, or careless mistake, as neither had ever encountered an opponent quite like the other. Yomi's usual targets tended towards the skyscraper size, or highly regenerative qualified. In this circumstance, the psionic samurai had to think quick on the spur of the moment. Instinct, honed skill through centuries of similar split second opportunities or realizations of weakness before some epic conclusion. With first reaction, before the shinobi could utilize his absorption technique the ground beneath their feet would erupt up to consume Yomi's current stance up to the shin encased in stone molecularly transitioned up to ground his form. For once, it seemed the Samurai would be favored by the 7 deities of good fortune. A fraction of his mind paying them heed in respect, far off in the back corner as a good chunk of Yomi's current psionic ability was held in the higher functional aspects of his very physical organic brain. The Infernal Oni's physical form having undergone a metamorphosis of sorts to define themselves with their own psionic signature that linked their essence to that which they manipulated. Yomi, a title, in his younger centuries under went the ceremony that transformed him into the jet black daimon he appeared as now, horned, two tailed, with a measure of bulk to his larger adult sized structure.

Worshipped, damned, and excommunicated Yomi represented the very physical incarnation or vessel of 'Yomi-No-Kuni'. A mythical dimensional underworld that spanned into an endless darkness, and absence of perception rather than any manner of true emptiness. Within Yomi, the Samurai, resided Yomi-No-Kuni the dimension, where resided the souls of multiple feudal societies along with the unique 'fruit of death' that sustained their shadowy existences and trapped them forever. This manner of passive planar trait veiled the Samurai from most manners of energetic absorption, infiltration, or anyone that would be reckless enough to attempt any sort of mind link or reading as the act alone held the potential to drag the conscious mind into Yomi no kuni from which there would be no escape should any food be consumed there. This unique quality of course only protected the Oni from the physical flesh inward, as upon an attempt to pierce the flesh with most any manner of energetic absorption it would absently be phased into the Yomi dimension to be engulfed within darkness and trapped to diminish or wander about. Yomi himself, within his own dimension, harbored power far exceeding his current apparent limit as he governed that particular dreary underworld. With this history lesson in mind, the original adhesion would of introduced its self as an energetic to achieve its original purpose, molecular adhesion, or in lamest terms phasing the physical molecular structure of the shinobi's shin in with his own hip as the portion of connected black flesh to the shin appears to visibly react by preparing to detach the section of epidermis with a new thin regenerative layer beneath. Before this is completed however, Yomi would assume the textile and compositional strength of his unique flesh would at least match his opponent forcing one or the other to lose a pound of flesh.

With the Shinobi passing his hand over the shin before leaning in to it, the fine threads of condensed kinetic psionic admission would be absorbed from anchoring or crushing Jinbei's foot any longer. Any external psionic energies would be susceptible to absorption, depending on the strength of the threads connection to Yomi, and the process between absorption and conversion. This playing the largest role the moment Jinbei had lifted one hand in an attempt to absorb the energetic sword, or rather stop its kinetic momentum. While Yomi didn't seem to seethe any manifested Recondite energetic like the whole he represented a single portion of, he did however harbor far more influence over the unique energetic substance than his own psionic abilities. For this reason, upon the initial absorption within the hand the entire sword would phase in a transitional sold liquid that would abruptly latch onto the shinobi's entire hand half way up the forearm like some manner of growing black crystal. The intended affect was easily enough interpreted, as any attempt to eat the physical substance would be forced to struggle with Yomi's own adamant will over it. So long as even a portion of the energetic sword was consumed it would act as a stalagmite of struggling energetics fighting any manner of conversion to aid in the lapse of dark crystal that would apply enough force per square inch to break every bone in a mortals hand while stressing both the Radius and Ulna with no intent to pierce down further or expand further up the hand. With both his hands free now, the daimonic Samurai would latch his left vice like grip onto Jinbei's attached leg just below the knee cap as the previous stone that had enveloped his stance would violently begin to spin like some manner of super generator as a cylinder portion some length straight down would aid in the building momentum that spun at roughly 60 rpm to start as it gradually picked up speed. Utilizing his one free hand to snatch at the arm thrusting in to explode some manner of absorbed kinetic force at his armored chest, the force of an explosion providing far more blunt trauma than any measure of piercing force. For this reason, Yomi would succeed at better aiding in providing his durable epidermis with less friction to the explosion which would serve its own purpose.

With one leg in toll, and an arm, preferably grasped at the wrist or forearm depending on how quick he could draw back upon detonation once they started spinning if he didn't commit himself to it altogether as he would of absorbed the psionic threads at the least to lead on that with enough effort there was something to be had at the Oni. Regardless of this, should either grasp succeed the air immediately surrounding them would grow heavy with a flare of the Oni's Infernal scarlet oculars. The gestureless manipulation, and alteration of the very air about them, condensing the pre existing elements with minor molecular scale changes that would essentially initiate a very violent ozone layer about the two of them. The thick air upon contact with any measure of kinetic force igniting violently, burning in proportion of the kinetic energy introduced. With the combination of the shinobi's weight, and the exponential rate of their rotations per second would leave a sight worth beholding as the palm explosion technique angled at his reduced friction chest would actually add to their violent rotation given Yomi's anchors stance and firm hold on the source of the exerted force. Creating a swirling pillar inferno expanded around his current anchored position acting as the center vortex, the flame's licking out to only miss just above the knee cap of the nin while Yomi, as an Oni, had a natural resilience to heat even without his unique passive trait. With roughly 20 rotations within the first few seconds the Samurai would aim to detach his opponent in a simple technical throw that would send him piercing through the air over the side of the mountain a good distance before the momentum started to trail off finally. The previous Recondite hand trap would remain as tight as possible to deter further use and act as a solid 20 pound hinderance. Should his entire agenda crumble, Yomi was prepared to use the free hand that he'd used to grasp the explosion technique at his chest to defend or feint should the situation be flipped from his intended objective. Yomi wasn't sure how long his opponent could last within the flame's, so he wouldn't push the move into the extreme and allow the portion of cauterized armored flesh to break away with the Shinobi if he didn't struggle immediately and rip his own flesh out of the daimons.

Phase together physically, roughly less than an inch into either's flesh, before grasping the left and incoming arm to start a spinning igniting inferno before tossing his opponent off like some manner of flaming cannon ball.

Whould the cool fire tornado move succeed? Tune in next time~
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Unless Samayou gave up the grapple the moment Cavnir's turned, he'd find a sharp triangle of qi travelling towards his body from the right at a high speed with his own right arm lowered.


Samayou "The Mountain" Tamashii
Location: Arena 2
Status: Fighting

[ Battle Post ]


Just as Sama was about to move in to grab the kid spun, his agility working in his favor as he brought that tiny triangle of energy towards him. Sama had no time to try and grapple he had to defend or that thing would do who knows what! Sama would lift his right forearm up, blocking Cavnir's with the same knife fight techniques he taught at the school. Sama's right forearm would collide just below Cavnir's right elbow, just above the tricep. This would effectively stop the swing mid height and keep the tiny energy charge a good foot away from Sama's body. Cavnir' was now half turned towards Sama but the Devil was now in close and had an advantage still.

Before Cavnir could pull the arm back Sama pushed his chest right up against Cavnir's right shoulder. His left hand reaching up and around Cavnir's head to wrap it up, so in the end Sama would still get in close but instead of being directly behind Cavnir's he had him perpendicular to him. This was fine because Sama would slip his right arm forward to grab his left hand, then pull and clinch. This was known as a tactical side choke, similar to a Thai clinch but from the side.

The advantage Sama now had was that Cavnir's right arm and shoulder would be pinned between Cavnir's right side, and Sama's torso with limited movement. Sama was also pulling in close and tight, this would cause his left forearm to dig into the left side of Cavnir's neck, thus causing his neck to bend down into his shoulder and pressing the right side of his neck into his own shoulder. Both carotid arteries now had massive pressure on them, sealing them off and effectively choking Cavnir.

The down side to this style of choke is that it did not fully immobilize your foe who could move his feet, it became a contest of strength. Since Sama was larger he still dominated this playing field but it left Cavnir space to react which Sama did not want....
Samayou Tamashii


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The Nameless Warrior -- Location: Arena 2 -- Mood: Pressed and far too close to his opponent

When Samayou blocked Cavnir's arm he knew he was in for it, being this close the giant wouldn't let him go. Cavnir simply hoped that the giant knew that grappling with somebody who was effectively holding two knives was a very bad idea. In order to protect his neck Cavnir lifted his right shoulder and tucked his head against it, doing this lessened the pressure on his right carotid artery.

He would have also lifted his left shoulder to try and protect his neck as best as possible but such an act would leave him with little room to counter. Instead, as Samayou's left arm wrapped around his neck and locked with his right, Cavnir attacked. His left hand shot across his chest, the tip of it aimed at Samayou's right lung. With his palm facing down he aimed to cut right between the rips so he could push his entire hand in to Samayou's chest. He would however refrain from pushing in his entire hand and only cut a quarter of an inch deep. If he could cut that deep, Cavnir held little doubt he could have cut deeper. The question was, would he be able to cut the giant? If he could not, he'd admit defeat and let Samayou choke him until he lost consciousness.
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....


Samayou "The Mountain" Tamashii
Location: Arena 2
Status: Fighting

[ Battle Post ]


Rule One of a knife fight...you WILL get cut, the trick is to ensure the cut you take is as ineffective as possible.

This mentality is what made Samayou such a fierce combatant. He was ok with pain, he barely noticed it when it occurred. Sama got the hold and immediately tightened and lifted. His adversaries right arm was pinned but the lad tried with the left as any logical fighter would with a dangerous item. However there was also another rule in grappling one had to consider at all times.

Position before submission.

It would have been better for the lad to protect his head and try to escape for a man of Sama's size and skill could have already snapped his neck or dislocated his right shoulder. the numerous (and most of them fatal) techniques he could have employed would have ended this lads fighting career or his life. This was what Sama was after, he was after finding what skill the lad possessed.

The thing that saved Sama however was the style of the choke, it called for the elbows to be down and body tucked, meaning between Sama's lung and that pointy little bit of energy was an entire flexed right arm. So the struggle would cause the pointy edge to dig into the meat of his arm, some of it cutting his torso. The blade sliced through his muscle, there was resistance due to his density, but all the same the object did it's job. The cuts however never got to any vital organs or nerves and it only forced Sama to grip tighter. Those blank black eyes staring like a machine, un-nerved by the now half-inch cuts in his arm and side. No pain registered on his face nor any concern for his well being. The lad was in his hold and it was apparent there was almost nothing that could force Sama to release him.

In a display of strength he lifted the lad up by standing up right and began to twist his torso back and forth. This would cause Cavnir to swing back and forth like a rag doll making the choke that much more effective. It would also strain the boy's neck since he was now being swung around by it, this done enough times had the same sensation as being hung.

4 seconds had passed...4 more...and he should be out.
Samayou Tamashii


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The Nameless Warrior -- Location: Bar -- Mood: Interested

As the qi blade struck Sama's arm it didn't cut deeper then a quarter of an inch, when Samayou did not give up his choke hold Cavnir knew he shouldn't hold back. It was however not in his nature to cut up people in a spar, instead he patted Samayou on the arm, three times, to signal that he was giving up. It didn't feel to Cavnir as a defeat, more a difference in opinion on how far a friendly spar should go. That things got heated was no more then normal, but scarring and cutting people was not in it for Cavnir. He'd use those technique's only to kill when it was an actual death match, but not now.
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ooc: um..is someone joining you~? If so,your arena will be the newly fixed arena one. It is a mix of new and old Tokyo.. with android people about it.
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ooc: um..is someone joining you~? If so,your arena will be the newly fixed arena one. It is a mix of new and old Tokyo.. with android people about it.


Yes I was told to post here.
Ooc;awesome. enjoy the arena ^_^
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Taylor slowly navigated through the new-aged Arena, trying his best to ignore all the in-your-face electronics that seemed to have been installed recently. He did not appear threatening, standing at a mere 5 feet 3 inches, he could easily be passed off as a small child or teenager. The fur-lined hood of his coat was wrapped lightly over the small frame of his shoulders, and in his hand he held onto a large text book of some sort.

He could see his opponent already waiting in the center ring, and had to squint to make out his face behind the soft glow of a cigarette he had tucked in his mouth. Taylor scrunched his face at that, distorting his cute features in an expression that didn't seem to suit him. Eventually he reached the center ring, and hopped into the air with a sort of innate grace, twisting mid-leap as to face his opponent before landing in a crouching position with a resounding thump.

A golden blade flashed against a shaft of light that was facing the center of the arena but quickly vanished behind the length of his coat as he stood up. "I'm glad you could make it." He managed with a smile, while tilting his head slightly.
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(oc: And now he's not on. Stupid writer's block.)
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Samayou felt the gentle tap on his arm and nodded, releasing his hold gently and setting the lad down. He took a step back to give the lad space to breathe as he lifted his right arm and examined the laceration. It was a good half an inch or so deep and the one on his torso was pretty good to. He knew of the technique design, using energy in a solid form to create a vibrating edge that would slice through metal. It was an effective concept against things like armor or tough skinned bastards like him.

It also consumed high amounts of energy if you wanted to create a powerful and effective blade and then maintain that weapon. He would grip some snow in hand and begin to apply it to the wounds which now possessed a good portion of his attention, but not all.
"Not bad, some flaws in your style but otherwise you can handle yourself."
Having been properly healed for awhile now, Lekron had decided to remain out of sight for awhile. Still not sure why he chose to be so impulsive in the fight, but it surely lead to his downfall. Closest he could figure was that he was so reliant on his scourge side that he would end up falling into the sacrificial tactics they used to gain power for others of their kind. If Lekron where to ever become a worthwhile fighter, he was going to conquer that sort of mindset.

With his social interactions remaining ever abysmal, Lekron choose to remain sitting on the roof in the dreadful weather that Kurai seemed to be for whatever reason fond of. Thinking over things but not sure what to really do about them, Lekron could only let his mind wander in search of whatever might come. It was only once he began to think freely that he felt something odd, it was like power built up but he didn't feel any particular person that it belonged to, was this just the build up from the land around them? Sticking around for a bit longer, he would see if he could get a better fix on the source or figure out what was going on a bit better.
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Working in the lab as usual, things seemed like the daily grind to the resident genius, but he seemed to be experiencing an abnormality with his tests. With a strong concept of how power being both supernatural and natural usually worked despite not having the supernatural sense that most the people that came around these parts obtained, he relied on his instruments to assess what he was not able to observe on his own. When the abnormality started he just dismissed it as a result from the recent rise in battles around the place, but the fighters had ended their string of battles and moved on to other fights, yet the power climbing in the area seemed to continue.

Viktor knew Kurai had some extent of control of the environment of the local area, so he just figured he would ask her about it next time he saw her if things kept going the way they where, but until that time he was going to have to figure a way to do his tests while coping with the strange power rise to the best of his abilities.

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