- WindFall- Special event:"The Circuit" Fighters tournament

[Uchiha Xavier]

~With the rising of the walls and his feeling not wanting to be stuck like a rat in her maze, X quickly jumped up and back as the walls came up. Hoping to land atop of the wall closest to him and to gain a better advantage and also a means to pick up on the target a lot sooner to see who or what it was exactly~

[Makero]

Makero took this oppertunity to catch her breath, her smoothly rounded chest heaving despite the short amount of activity which she had recently carried out. Turning to face one of the many diamond walls, her reflection would ricochet across the maze's entriety to present her figure in all directions. A method of confusion, for it would be extremely difficult to keep track of her agility consumed fae form.
"What is your perpose here?"
Makero would tranquilly whisp through the full of her lips in a soothing tone, despite her violent intentions.

Raising Discretion once more to rest over her right shoulder, she seemed to scan the area, assuming despite her confident nature that he most likely avoided being consumed by the walls.

[Uchiha Xavier]

Am I not allowed to be? I'm a member of Windfall if ya don't mind.

~Still X stood atop the wall and watched down below but couldn't tell which one was the real one and whatnot from all of the reflections so he still maintained his post. He had seen this woman around a few times before in the old village and even twice since they moved from the village to the isles of windfall, though as to why she attacked him now he wasn't quite sure of since he was the one who desgined the windfall cloaks for the members~

[Makero]

"From a distance, your looks have decieved you, friend...although...due to your tone of voice I may be convinced otherwise. Please forgive me for the abruptness of my actions, for I am guardian of this place and the ones that care for me as I do them."
She stalled for a moment, proceeding through the maze as her keen sense of hearing had pin-pointed his position out to her.
"I do not deny you trust, though despite that, perhaps viewing you from a more...personal angle I might be willing to ease this tension. I despise it, brother as you do- for this is my very weakness, you see..."
Toeing delicately along her path, Makero would gradually raise with a silent glide to view from above, the glowing of her winter's gaze minding the proximity.

[Uchiha Xavier]

~Still his hand did not leave the hilt of his sword as he watched the woman rise to eye level. He wasn't sure if her hostile actions would still continue but still he'd stand there holding his sword incase she did make a move until then he would simply hear her out and reply when necessary~

[Makero]

Finally finding an appropriate stone to perch upon, Makero softly lowered herself to sit at a distance of two yards from his very own position, relieving her discomforts toward the unknown.
"Without this-..."
Discretion still dangled from the thin structure of her right hand, leaving the smooth curves of her left to raise to the pendant adorning her torso.
"I could die instantly."
Pause. Makero would briefly part the full of her lips before she would steadily continue.
"I tell you this to lighten your heart. If I even so much as swipe at you, I endanger myself by my own accord."
Smiling warmly, the soft winds would sway at her shadowed locks of silk-like hair as she would lean forward to pull her knees to her chest.

[Artix Frois]

::Arriving towards the center Isle known as Windfall the same way he first got here, his form would slow from a jog and then continue forth in the form of a march as he wore his training gear. He was rather bored of wearing pants so a pair of shorts will make things a little more breezier. Wearing a faded blue muscle shirt that hugged every inch and detail of his strapping body, the silky azure and platinum locks would gracefully flow towards the rear when caught onto the gentle currents.

Artix had one eye visible due to the band adjust at a slant along his mohogany visage. What was out of the ordinary was the right arm havind a dim glow nearly hidden by the use of the pale fight tape that surrounded the limbs from the end of the knuckles, to the mid section along the forearm. Arriving to this place once more was for something he would consider to be party... If it turns out that way.::

[Shinobi Tenma]

The man had been quietly followed by means which would never be discovered. Crimson whisps of thick smoke would slowly roll out in front of him about twenty face paces to be precise. It would converge in a spot where it would swiftly spiral upward. Amidst the smoke a slender figure would manifest with electric sparks of chakra jumping off of it.

When the smoke disapated a familiar man would be standing in full erect stance. Dante's attire was as always. A worn pare of tight black jeans, a loosely worn formal shirt, and his normal shinobi gear. His long black tail danced rhymically behind him.

" Well, hello again. It's been quite a while since we had our last bout."

[Artix Frois]

::Seeing such an entrance being made, he would then realize that it was dante and he simply raised an eyebrow for a second as the air flow caused the knuckle busters and his sword to slightly rattle within their sheaths. At the sound of his voice greeting the arctic wonder and reminding him about the last bout they've had, he simply gave him a smirk and nodded as his cyan and white tail swyaed low in the form of a pendulum."So..Want to get the party started?" was playfully uttered towards Dante as the left foot slid forwards to settle inches from the right foot.::

[Shinobi Tenma]

Dante nodded his head causing his long locks of red hair to shift in his face.
" I've got a second round of a tournament to prepare for..So I want you to give me a run for my money..Bruise me up good," he said the last bit a bit coldly and almost demanding.

Dante turned his body sideways and kept his feet parallel. He turned his head to face his opponent over his left shoulder with his arm extending outwards him at a downward slant; his hand was up in a flat palm. He did the exact opposite with his right limp. It was pointed away and at an upward angle. With a bend of his knees and a slight forward lean he would be in the stance known well as the Jyuuken. His chakra would begin to pulsate through his body with perfect flux. He was ready for anything.

[Artix Frois]

::With his stance now being more of his signature stance, he set the upper body to be fourty-five degrees towards the right as the right hand being loosely open was settled inches from the center of his chest. The bicep of the left arm was completely vertical so the arm would make the angle more obtuse, where the left hand was aligned with his waist line. Keeping his face directed towards dante, both of his dark sinewy limbs would stay in place as he would close the distance by nearly shuffling his way towards him. Within each step the left foot made, the right heel would close in on the left as they remained to be along the balls of their toes.

Once the distance was close enough to three feet and both legs were spreaded to be parallel with his broad shoulders, the left hand formed into a fist as the forearm swiveled it into a backfist towards the stomach of Dante as the hollow cerulean optic remained set upon his form. He kept his energy hidden until the time was right and the arctic wonder kept a little smirk along his icy lips.::

[Shinobi Tenma]

Dante's bloody pools of red hues watched the man's moves to every little detail. He kept his composure as his enemy approached. He would come to the ball of his right foot as the man was about halfway through his stide. Quickly he would turn counter clockwise by bringin his right foot forward a bit so that his body was facing directly at Artix insted of being sideways. As he was doing this small minuver, his left arm would bend at the elbow to bring his forearm on the inside path of the incoming punch. With perfect speed, his forearm would push the enemy's forearm causing the punch to be blocked in a way of redirecting it to the side. This action could also cause a man to come off balance, thus leaving his mid section more vulnerable.

He was always quick with the cut.

The whole purpose of turning clockwise was so that his body would be symetrical enough for the balance of a counter attack. With his left arm bent at the elbow over his abdominals now, he would bring it forward. The open palm would fly forward swiftly under his left aimed for the man's left ribs. The left side was directed because of the fact that it would be much harder to get to with his defending right hand. As his hand moved through the air it would gain a bright red aura due to chakra channeling. The chakra would flow directly to his palm to be a strong burning form just a step below solidification. The chakra helped to increase power and heat to his punch. So, insted of just breaking a few ribs, the punch was capable of breaking ribs and cindering his clothing and causing sever burns to the skin.

[Artix Frois]

::Using the peripherals to aid Artix in the perception, he would see the that Dantes forearm parried his and as it was then sent back into recovery rather quickly by swiveling back into position, he figured there had to be something extra from the way the attmept was blocked. Simultaneoulsy having the left side of his body rotate counter clockwise, the right hand soared towards his left to push it at a downwards angle at a great acceleration to where he already had a follow up prepared. It was a simple headbutt towards the bridge of his nose, being capable of cracking the bone when moving at a fast rate.

The way, he parried would end up having both combatants almost shoulder to shoulder for at least a second. The right hand would immediately retract into recovery the moment the hand made contact of parrying Dantes strike. Artix have now positioned himself in an opposite stance from his original, which would make the right foot become the leading foot .::

[Shinobi Tenma]

Ah, how lucky for him.
It was a rather wise move on Artix's part and for a normal person it may have really taken some toll on him. His eyes were always keen, and most would know them for being rather quick and very good at analyzing detail. He would catch the movement just in time to move his head down slightly enough so that their forheads would colide insted of his forehead against Dante's nose.

Now, due to the fact that Dante felt absolutely nothing, Artix would be sent in a form of recoil from the strong pain in his forehead. Dante, on the other hand, was exactly the same as he was before. Knowing that Artix's reaction time would be slower, he would act now. He lifted his right leg quickly to strike down at his enemy's left knee. This quick strike would hopefully bring his enemy down to his knees if not put him off balance for another quick strike. The same red aura that engulfed his hand had engulfed his right foot. The kick wasn't quite hard enough to break the knee but enough to make him fall and burn the cloth and skin.

[Artix Frois]

::The speed of his head motion being different from Dante, he only made it so Artixs hit wouldn't phase him as much. That type of act had little recoil to occur, and he would then alternate the stance back to the original in which his right leg was used to pivot. The left knee would raise up towards the chest to parry his right leg to an upwards angle with the use of the heel, a little before the rotation occured . Such action would only have the frigid individual to plant the foot down hard along the balls of his toes as the right fist moved into a diagonal hook towards the left side of his mandible.

The release took a couple of miliseconds to have the motion to be in affect with no shoulder being added for rotation.If the hook manage to hit, his head would end up turning towards the side to allow more than enough time for the left forearm perform the same attempt like last time but towards the center of the chest with something new added. The follow up would have the fist scrap along the chest into a heavy upper cut, where the right hand would already be set into defensive position. The burning along the heel of his shoe wasn't much to deal with because of his body temperature.::