Budo Zen Dojo: Standing Strike Tournament Announced!

Retire the South School?

Yes	15.4%	[ 2 ]
No	84.6%	[ 11 ]
Total Votes:			[ 13 ]

[Trexasle]

Name: Trexasle
Status: Skidded and cut, but mostly allright
Location: The Dojo; Entrance Outdoors

So he miscalculated a bit, he could see the man waiting for him to grab, when his foot was grab and brought to the main's armbit. He panicked and went for a Donkey Kick, however he wanted to add a bit of spice to it, by taking his foot instead of just. He would use his fire ability to create an explosion with his foot, sort of like a Rocket blasting off. This would blow him away from his opposition luckily avoiding any submission holds that the male would've probably came up with.

However this came at a price, because he was literally launching himself away from his opposition, he needed to eat a bit of pavement, his face skidded on the concrete and rocks of the dojo's entrance. He would lift himself up, and smile getting a taste of his own blood that came from the skidding of his face on the pavement, it'll be some rough road rash, but nothing that wouldn't heal over time. He went back into stance, and decided to be patient, he was going to make this man pay for what he did.

[Rhayven Blade]

Name: Rhiven

Status:Irritated but maintaining exquisite control.

Location: The courtyard out front.

Rhiven had just enough time to see the fire wrap around the kick to defend, but it meant dropping his opponents other leg. Like flowing water his arms snapped into a cross guard, seconds later the explosive kick struck that cross guard sending the swordsman spinning back at an angle. At the end of his momentum he rolled back to his knees his clothing was cut and smoldering and he had a few minor scratches and bruises but he had gotten lucky.

Next to his right hand his sword was laying just waiting for him to pick it back up. Pick it up the sword master did and with a swiveling gesture he brought his hands together revealing the secret of his sword. The weapon was actually two swords the hilts designed to screw together until the blades formed a single whole. At this point he separated them spinning each one individually in its respective hand. each broadsword had an extra long half a handle letting him hold it without needing the other half a handle.

Seeing his opponent come up bloody the swordsman smiled before kicking off the ground. So far he had displayed no elemental power at all and as he rushed his opponent his foot work slipped into a serpentine waver that would make it nearly impossible to read his approach. Like this he would rush across the square towards his opponent.

Trexasle

[Trexasle]

Name: Trexasle
Status: Skidded and cut, but mostly allright
Location: The Dojo; Entrance Outdoors

He smiled after tasting his own blood, Wow even his blood tasted like chocolate! God he was suddenly lucky about that. he wiped some of the blood away from his face and went, into a different stance. His feet was now perfectly panted to the ground, and his fist were now covered onto his face, in a perfect peek a boo stance. Sometimes it always helped to go back to basic, do what you know the most, and if what he knew best was boxing, then there is NO problem with him doing so, instead of rushing in this time however he waited.

He never focused on his opposition's feet, it'll just make them look faster than they already are, instead he focused on the torso, the inertia of most movement and pivots. Mostly to detect any swaying from his opposition. He was shocked to see him unscrew his sword into two separate ones, it would of course make getting in closer even harder, but he would actually bother to use some of that fire ability to help him out.

[Rhayven Blade]

Name: Rhiven

Status:Irritated but maintaining exquisite control.

Location: The courtyard out front.

Rhiven let his body rotate forward as one last step carried him into striking distance of his opponent. When you wield a weapon like a sword innertia is your friend. To illustrate this all of the weaving back forth in the natural flow of his charge had left him just enough innitial torque to turn all of his forward speed into rotational energy. If his opponent wasnt watching his feet then he would miss the way the first foot planted, the second foot snapping over it into a spinning stance.

The swordsmans back foot was under so much rotational strain that it actually rotated all the way out and around before coming back to be his forward foot. At the same time right hand blade would dip through that rotation and come out the back over his head and swirling down to hammer into his opponents shoulder. His second blade would carry less of the momentum swirling out like a gust of wind between him and his opponent to strike at the mans ribs once again with cutting precision.

This time though the swordsman would turn his whole body into these two attacks leaving himself vulnerable to a counter attack but only if his opponent came right through those two cleaving blades.

Trexasle

[Trexasle]

Name: Trexasle
Status: Skidded and cut, but mostly allright
Location: The Dojo; Entrance Outdoors

Why would you honestly spin like that and risk an opening? Granted it made your attack less predictable, but only if your opponent was slow and stupid. He would sway to the right making his way to dodge the blade coming for his left shoulder, But Instead of ducking the other one immediately, he would assume that he had time to strike within the half a second Left, which was easily quick enough to quickly jump away, he needed to build a sort of defense, until he could find a way to completely stop the males spinning strike.

He would jump away from the man and hold his hand out summon a short burst of fire, hoping to clear the distance between them, and giving him an idea to stop the male's inertia. Which wouldn't be a problem, the man just needed to make one wrong move.

[Epic Myth]

Shackled Servant

Rhiven Knight

Trexasle

arrow Dojo Court Yard

The memory of Joe’s last fight in GTB had faded away like a distant dream, carried off towards the horizon to be seen again at another time if reflected on. With the sun high in the sky, the surrounding flora and fauna blossoming and moving with nature’s integrity interlaced into all her work, one man walked up a road. Rubber sneakers crunched on gravel. Confident but slow strides carried him forward at a peaceful pace, enjoying the environment and the atmosphere rather than focused on his destination. The journey up the mountain was not a difficult task for one who was prepared, healthy, and used to walking or traveling long distances. Joe’mante Avaraje was making his way towards the Dojo a friend had recommended him to visit. He had thought about it for a long time now and it seemed to make sense to do so, it would help with his abilities and his element. Though, the moment he had stepped onto sacred grounds, he could feel the spiritual energy converging upon his force, treating Chi as if it was foreign invader. Joe’mante was taken aback by this some miles down the road, but the energy did not strip him completely. They recognized him to be an elemental manipulator and that his spirituality was in dept and strong. After passing through the initial screening, Joe’s powers were only reduced to the bare minimal.

He could live with that.

Joe’mante Avaraje, one of the well loved contenders in Face-Off and a fighter and participant of GTB made his way forward toward Budo Zen Dojo. He was quite eager as all young men should be. The chocolate skinned fighter has been training and practicing his art of fighting for some time now after Face Off had ended. Though, he might be slightly strange to others in these foreign lands, he was born American after all and had spent an influential time there for his first twelve years, learning different sort of martial art styles. It all came to a monumental point when he had visited China and one of the Shaolin Monasteries. He was never born with these abilities. He just had the spiritual and enlightened nature to gain them.

Now was a good enough time to go to this Dojo and better his abilities. So on the last stretch, the young man sped forward in his steps as excitement filled him. Entering the court yard, the 5’8 feet tall, African American young male cast his brown serene eyes on a fight occurring. “Oh?”

Joe’mante was dressed in only white, orange-tiger stripes shorts. A white tank top covered his well tone torso and on his feet were running shoes with the same coloration and design of his shorts. As of lately, Joe had gained a few sponsors. One company inspired off the theme of the Tiger that Joe expresses through-out his fights. On his back was a traveling bag. Slipped into the back of his shorts was his fan and in his left hand was his bamboo staff.

A true traveling warrior indeed, yes, but Joe’s focus was mostly on what was around him and that would be the two gentlemen fighting. “Heh, Chonan wasn’t kidding about this place. Looks good.” It wasn’t enough to just be a fighter and brawl and compete where ever he could. Part of fighting was being a fan of it too, and Joe was a big fan of the fight game in all of its forms. It was easy for him to get integrated with the fight in spite of being a spectator. Joe just loved the beauty of a good mono to mono match up.

As of now, he had seen the swordsmen spin around to attack his foe and the fire user (Joe had noticed the flames in his hand) had backed away.

“No, don’t back away! Sweep kick!” Joe yelled out, but he wasn’t in the fight. If he was, that would be his approach to stopping those spins. With footwork like that, it was integral, well designed, and desired a sure foot and ability to balance. Getting dizzy wasn’t the problem. Staying balance was and required a low center of gravity. The problem lies in the fact that the swordsman had duel weapons, sure, balancing him quite well, but if he was very focus on striking the torso with both blades. Then the fighter could slip underneath for a simple sweep kick and easily roll out of the way, while the spinning opponent hurls himself into the ground from his own momentum.

As he thought it, Joe could feel his body jerk to respond. “Ugh, I love watching but man I want to be in it.” This was like high School Football all over again. Joe hated warming the bench. Fortunately, he was too good of a play to stay on it for long.

It was then, that Joe finally noticed a woman beside him. He might have missed her when scuffle of a fight registered to his ears first and his eyes searched to watch it. The moment he noticed her, his attention focused entirely on this girl. For one, she looked weak, pale, and she was exasperating. Her tapered feet were blistered and she looked to have suffered through a long journey. What Joe saw was a person in need, not for attention just because of her looks per say but because she was a tired and weary traveler like any other. So, leaving the fight to the two who were actually in it, Joe’mante approached her tentatively. “Excuse me miss, need any assistance?”

Genuine, concern, and kind. That was Joe’mante Average.


(I'm pulling Azima out and putting Joe'mante in. There, another fighter for the tournament.)

[Admiral Naoko Akira]

Tobikau

To Flutter Unhindered By Wind

Location: Inside Dojo/Entrance

Panting heavily the young man burst into the Dojo only to have his feet slip on the finished wood floor. Completely loosing his balance the boy falls face first into the floor, skidding across the surface with little resistance. Slowly coming to a stop, the boy rested flat against the wood planks, a low groan rumbling from his lips. Palms pressed against the cold wood, fingers curled as the boy pulled his face off the floor. His eye pinched tightly shut as blood run down from his nostrils, his voice to soft to be heard. "Ouch..."

Crawling across the floor Tobi's fingers reached out for the mats in hopes for comfort. But has his body fell upon the main area of the dojo his hopes were scattered. Like resting on hard sand, the mats were far from comfortable for the young boy who rolled across them, until finally outstretched in the dead center of the room. Resting on his back and staring straight up towards the ceiling the injured Tobi let out a heavy yawn and let his eyes fall shut as blood slowly ran down his cheek.

His mind wandering within a state of alertness that was neither completely awake nor asleep. His lips muttering words of unrealized dream and incomplete thoughts.

"dat a**..." he grumbled between sleepy grunts and snorts.


Skipping across a golden path surrounded by trees bearing chocolate apples, and rivers flowing of coca cola, Tobi rested in a state of near perfect inner peace.

[Shackled Servant]

Epic Myth

As he thought it, Joe could feel his body jerk to respond. “Ugh, I love watching but man I want to be in it.” This was like high School Football all over again. Joe hated warming the bench. Fortunately, he was too good of a play to stay on it for long.

It was then, that Joe finally noticed a woman beside him. He might have missed her when scuffle of a fight registered to his ears first and his eyes searched to watch it. The moment he noticed her, his attention focused entirely on this girl. For one, she looked weak, pale, and she was exasperating. Her tapered feet were blistered and she looked to have suffered through a long journey. What Joe saw was a person in need, not for attention just because of her looks per say but because she was a tired and weary traveler like any other. So, leaving the fight to the two who were actually in it, Joe’mante approached her tentatively. “Excuse me miss, need any assistance?”

Genuine, concern, and kind. That was Joe’mante Average.

It took a few moments for Rou to process that she was being spoken to, wearily turning her head to the side at Joe. She was so drawn to the fight that it had stalled her in her efforts to find a place to rest and keep her own body from collapsing again. The cold water of the stream had only rejuvenated her so much.

He was dressed in training gear, and Rou guessed that he must've been a student at the dojo. She gently bowed to him, thanking him respectfully for his kind concern. "I need somewhere to rest and heal these wounds," Rou answered, Joe towering a head over the 5'4" young Asian woman, "... and some food and clean water. If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to spend the night before departing." A night would do, it would be enough to regain her strength and recover her health.

"Is there a Shī Fu whom I can ask for permission?" she asked, trying to be as polite as possible. Not even a year ago, the brash, brazen young woman would've just walked on past a place like this-- picky beyond compare, and taking the best when she felt it fit. But things had changed, greatly.

She yawned loudly, not meaning to be inconsiderate, but because she couldn't help it. Her eyelids heavily tugged themselves downwards, as the lack of sleep began to set in. She wobbled a bit on her feet before catching herself against the tall bamboo stalk in the courtyard. Rou, although a developed young woman, looked like a drowsy child, unable to keep themselves from nodding off to sleep.

[Epic Myth]

Shackled Servant

"Is there a Shī Fu whom I can ask for permission?"

“Well, I’m not a student of the Dojo. I’m here to request the same as you had.” Joe chuckled somewhat, rubbing the back of his head with one free hand when her request came flying in so readily. He returned her bow to her with his own, polite and pleasantries were the name of the game and Joe had that with manners on lock. Looking back at the fight that had seemed to grab both of their attentions, he pulled away from the event and focused on the tired and weary woman. She looked about ready to fall over and sleep on the floor. Even though Joe had no idea of where and who was the master of the Dojo, he was willing to risk venturing inside to help the woman.

“Well, how about we find the Shī Fu together?” Joe came closer and with a gentleman’s flair, he offered his right arm for the woman to hold. There was no tricks or plans behind it, he was just being a nice guy and trying to help a person in need. At the very least, he could get her across the courtyard and towards the Dojo so they could find a refuge to rest. “I’m Joe’mante Avaraje by the way. Another traveler looking for training and honing my fighting art.” He smiled lightly with a confident glow that surrounded him. It was sort of his young optimistic thing, most people disliked it, others admire it. To Joe, it was whatever.

“And, if you rather prefer to help yourself. Could I offer my staff instead? I know some hold pride against this but…nothing’s wrong with accepting aid.” If she accepted his arm, he would merrily help her along the way. If she accepted his staff, again, he would walk with her towards the Dojo to look for the master or any of the actual students. If she accepted neither, then Joe would continue forward around the fight with her anyway. They were looking for the same thing after all, so either option would leave them together for the mean time.

[Elliterate]

Jun also bowed her head to the departing student, her attention however was given over wholly to Chōnan and his reply. She smiled, it may be that he had not yet attained the clarity of mind necessary to accept the teachings of Budo Zen, but at least he still had his determination.

The Vansin

"We should spar sometime soon. I have never fought you."

Once more the young man's words caused Jun to shake her head softly.

"I am not yet ready to face an opponent." She said in that quiet, humble manner. "I apologise, I am sure you would be a worthy opponent. I look forward to the day when I too can count myself as such." She balled her left hand into a fist and placed it against the flat of her right palm, moving them in front of her chest and bowing. It was an honorific gesture, one Chōnan himself no doubt knew well. As to whether or not Jun's claims of not being ready were true, the fire bender himself could not truly judge. He had never seen her fight an opponent... but she carried herself with poise and grace that belied a warriors training. Her reasons for her hesitation were as mysterious as everything else about her.

"Please, if you seek a physical test, do not tarry here with me, I am certain there are many in the dojo above who would be glad of the challenge you would present them with."

[Shackled Servant]

Epic Myth

“Well, how about we find the Shī Fu together?”

It seemed like this place was a crossroads for many people, as Rou found a bit of comfort in having someone to go with her. She was used to doing things on her own, not wanting to drag anyone into her solemn business in the past, but having someone to join her was... nice.

"I would enjoy that," she answered, managing a soft smile up at him. Rou chuckled, almost painfully, when he spoke of pride. "And an arm is fine," the young woman said, taking hold of the one he'd offered. Looping her forearm around the crook of his, she was reminded of a chance fond memory of the past.

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"A woman who leads instead of following... now that's cliche," he jabbed at Rou, speaking with her at the Heaven or Hell Ball.

Without looking back he firmly took her hand and stormed onto the dance floor, pulling her around in a circle until her waist fit itself in the hook of his opposite arm.

"Excuse me, may I have this dance?" he said, "And may I also be the one to lead it? Let me know if I'm asking too much here."

Rou gently touched the sore fingertips of her free hand to the pendant around her neck, once again stroking the smooth surface of it with no mind toward her actions. Funny, how just after that encounter, she'd tried to pick his pocket-- and yet received another arm to hold, despite her actions.

She missed him, often.

Taking a sidelong glance upward at Joe as she tread, albeit slowly, beside him, she took the time to introduce herself in turn. "My name is Rou... Rou Ji," she said. If he was at all an expert with swords, perhaps he might've heard the Ji name in passing before-- a line of great weapon-makers and blacksmiths in Gaia. "I've traveled far... but I didn't imagine coming here to hone my skills, specifically. It just happened by chance, I suppose."

Making her way into the Dojo, with Joe's help, she cautiously stepped onto the raised floor, not wishing to trip or disturb anyone inside. She glanced back at Joe to admire his physique for a moment, feeling slightly ashamed that she was out of fighting shape. "What do you train so hard for?" she couldn't help asking. When all she could think about was her lack of purpose, she tried in the hopes of finding some illumination.

[Rhayven Blade]

Name: Rhiven

Status:Irritated but maintaining exquisite control.

Location: The courtyard out front.

Rhiven watched his opponent slip aside and back off leaping backward and raising a six foot wall of fire. Rhiven let his spin continue with the next step forward swinging lower changing his center of gravity and axis of rotation. All of this was done so that as his now leading foot made contact with the ground it could bend coiling like a spring before extending hard sending him up into a laid out roll his rotation carrying him through the top of the wall of flames, his rotation would protect him from the actual fire still his skin would be burned mildly by the pure heat of the mans fire. As he crossed the fire he was already lashing out with one arm the blade in that hand would come down fast with only the slightest hint of warning.

The slash was like a whip given its terrible strength by the rotation of the swordsman. His opponent should not have expected the swordsman to come through the flames after him but its still possible for him to react in time to stumble backwards. As his rotation came down and around he caught his footing spinning out and around with a hacking slash at the midsection. Thee swordsmans momentum just kept building like a crashing wave as he pressed the attack.

Trexasle

[Trexasle]

Name: Trexasle
Status: Skidded and cut, but mostly allright
Location: The Dojo; Entrance Outdoors

He stumbled mostly because of the way he had to react to the fire, but this was pretty much crucial. However, instead of stumbling straight down, he decided to shift the momentum of his body and shift the momentum to his right side. Only narrowly dodging the blade off of pure luck, however he had time JUST as Rhiven landed. his legs were spread apart at shoulder length, so they were just close enough for what would be an obvious desperate attack.

While the second attack was to strike to his midsection, he was already falling on his a**. This would give Trexasle just enough time to hook both of Rhiven's legs onto the edge of both ankles and twist his own (Being Trexasle's) body to the right. This would hopefully cause the man to fall flat on his face from the rather unorthodox, and obviously desperate modified leg sweep.

[Rhayven Blade]

Name: Rhiven

Status:Irritated but maintaining exquisite control.

Location: The courtyard out front.

Rhiven spun as he collapsed down he would pin his opponents underneath his weight, at the same time he snaked his right hand out guiding the blade towards his opponents throat. It was an almost inevitable situation but he was going for the point where he ended the fight. His opponent had hooked his legs and torqued his body in an attempt to bring him down, as his opponent twisted applying pressure he collapsed his weight intentionally so that rather than falling forward he would come straight down. This would have two effects the first would be to make his opponents legs immobile and the twist of his upper body would bring both his blades to bear in a scissors like position.

All Rhiven had to do to end his opponents life was slam his hands together there by chopping his opponents head off. Rhiven didnt do so, this was the end of the match, he was forcing his opponent to resign on principle. Rhiven would let his crystal clear blue eyes dig into his opponents his sunglasses discarded previously so his eyes were uncovered. Weather or not his opponent chose to acknowledge his defeat the swordsman would fluidly reassemble his blade and slight it into his sheathe on his lower leg before untangling himself from the man.

He would stand fluidly and reach down offering the man his gloved hand to help him stand back up. It had been a good map and his opponent had used his fire bending in innovative ways to get himself out of some tight spots. So the swordsman could respect the man for the fight, for now he was sporting fire burns on his arms and heat burns under his clothing.

Trexasle

[Trexasle]

Name: Trexasle
Status: Alive, at least
Location: The Dojo; Entrance Outdoors

Well, ********.

Okay he hated losing, or being even remotely close to losing, but there was one thing his father always ragged him on. Losing with respect for the opposition, that and making sure you actually stay alive to live another day. So with the man's blade slightly closed down onto his neck, he easily realized that it was a lost cause. He sighed and wait for the ending strike. Strangely however it did not come, instead a hand being held out to him instead.

He took the hand mostly because he could barely feel his legs from all of his movement and the man's weight landing on him. He lifted himself up and sighed. "Well okay you're not bad with your blades." He said taking a breath or two, that was...strangely energizing, he wished he could go at it again, however he knew his body was beat, and unless Rhiven was somehow unable to get burned, so was he. Proof coming from the fact he could see the skin that was burned on the male and the close literally burned onto his skin.