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

[Shinobi Tenma]

Melee was Dante's forte, but it seemed that Artix had no problem keeping up with that. It would be a rougher proximity battle than he though, but that was a good thing.

With Dante's leg sweep blocked he would be put off balance. As his enemy's arm came around blocking really wasn't a choice at the moment nor was dodging due to the lack of movement coming from one leg with the other in the air.
Or so it would seem.
Insted of trying to regain his balance he would insted use it to his advantage a let his body fall to the right. Falling he would tuck his upper body to pull into a roll. He came to a crouched stop about five feet away. At that position he would begin to channel his chakra to his arms for a follow up attack.

[ Well, my lover must call. We can finish this up tomorrow I suppose.]

[Artix Frois]

((Sure thing))

::Artix would set the distance between them once more while he gracefully moved from front to back as he would elegantly move from the heels to the balls of his toes repeatedly in a rhythmic bounce along with the relaxing limbs. Hands and arms back in their positions, the left cerulean optic would shimmer into a dim glow as each tip along the digits would have an icy flare seeping from the surface. During the motion, he could feel the loose strands swaying front to back as the channeling of energy let little surface along the fingers and thumbs.

Observing his action, all he could is have smirk to remain present when playfully demanding but his voice slowly became in unicen with another from within.::"C'mon"

[Shinobi Tenma]

His wolven ears lowered as he heard the man. " Sure thing," he said quietly with a smirk. He held a single hand-seal in his right hand to help form chakra flow perfectly. Perfection was what was needed and perfection was what he always had in the feild of chakra manipulation.

Dante would move up onto the balls of his feet while in his crouched position. The brief moment of rest helped him to catch his composure after the intervals of quick attacks and counters. Without any warning, the demon would press off the ground with the balls of his feet to fly forward. The short five foot gap would almost instantly be closed with Dante's pouncing leap. He would pull his upper body forward to land on his left palm in a handstand. As he did, his hips would then twist as his legs extended in a wind mill type kick. He would turn his wrist and lift his hand so that first his right foot would fly at Artix's face and then almost instantly after be followed by his left foot coming at his enemy's chest. This rather quick and unorthadox movement would be harder to predict than a regular diving attack, but that would be the least of his worries.

A trump card was always helpful to surprise the enemy, and Dante always made sure to use that knowledge to the fullest extent. While Artix would be distracted by the swift wind mill combination, Dante would combine his Taijutsu with the more advanced skills of Ninjutsu. The stored chakra in his right hand would quickly release into the ground as he placed his palm down hard. The chakra would move into the earthen material and begin to manipulate it. From behind Artix, the ground would quickly raise up. A small pillar with a circumfrance of about a foot and a high of about four feet would arise. It would have a slight curve to it so that it could direct its aim for the man's lower back. If he had blocked Dante's kicks he would abruptly be struck in the spine with the pilliar. The strength of this hard earth could very possibly do damage to the spine, where it was directed, causing paralysis.

[Artix Frois]

::Having an insight of everymotion he made from the begining and up until this point, things were starting to come together and as the visible optic gradually narrows. At last when the combatants done what they needed to do for a short moment of downtime, Artix watched him make haste into a lunging motion. Immediately, the frigid fighter lowered himself into a three point stance and placed both hands along the surface of the earth. The motion left ten glowing streaks to trail behind the hand and as they set upon the cold hard ground, a feint grunt leaked from his icy mouth when releasing a burst of waving energy that showed a gradient value of blue in which the display would mezmorize the viewers as most would swirled about the personal perimeter and the rest seeping off the flesh.

Ascending from all about his form and the surface of his back, were the slicing winds that held it's icy features.Blending in with the blast are the transparent shards of ice that made the elegant display when the light was shining right through the sections as well as through the blast. Once Dante was in reach, all he would do is end up recieving multiple cuts from the visible energy and the shards that was hidden within them as the pressure would gradually slow a speedy individual and then blow them back seconds later. The other thing he had no problem worrying about was the stone pillar that was coming for his back. the blast and the pressure from it would gradually force it away and off towards the side, as the expression upon Artix face altered into a state of aggression and intensity that revelaed those razor sharp canines bearing down.::

[Shinobi Tenma]

It was about time he revealed what was up his sleeve.
Dante's wind mill attack was well parried and evaded. Although he wouldn't have been slowed down much due to the imense body heat he had, he would still be pushed away by the force of the energy. His high chakra output could make his body have temperatures of nearly 400 degrees Farheinhight. The only reason he didn't boil in his own flesh was due to his Demonic herritage. So while the fridged molecules slowed down around Artix, the air around Dante's moving limbs would only be slowed down a small amount. To a more regulated speed.

Dante's body would be thrown like a rag doll for about five or so yards do to his light stature and the awkward positioning. He would come to a rolling stop in a lying position. His legs would be filled with small cuts, and the denim that covered them would be tattered. He remained still to recooperate. Although he was trying to regain composure his chakra output was steadily rising.

While Artix would be in a state of bliss after witnessing Dante being thrown violently, he would suddenly find himself in an extreme amount of pain. Due to the fact that the pilliar was made of pure stone and was connected to the ground, it couldn't be redirected. To move the stone pilliar the energy would have had to rip up part of it's earthen base and move it with extreme force. If all it could do to Dante was scratch him up then throw him it definitely would not have been able to move the pillair. There may have been a very small amount of erosion to the end of the pillair due to the cutting wind but a very small bit. Slowing down the pillair would probably be the only factor that would keep him from become crippled. The stone would strike his spine causing minimal damage sending him onto his belly. If the pillair hit, mobility would be extremely painful due to the damage to the spine. If some how Artix was able to dodge an unoticable attack from a blindside while distracted and thought to be protected then it would be quite something amazing to see.

[Artix Frois]

::The moment he released that power, that aggressive expression remained there and the moment he saw Dante fly backwards from the force and when seeing his form roll along the ground as the crater was formed around him and a little further out. The moment he stopped, an odd whirring sound occured as the blast dissipated into a strong gust of wind spreading all about. The way Artix was in that stance during the strike, it was also a good way to take off into a sprint, and so he was off towards his opponent which had caused the very form of Artix to gradually fade into transparency while a violent flare of dust and debris would rapidly trail behind him.

Artix had traveled at a great velocity to get to Dante and the pillar itself haven't brought harm due to the two things that had made the pillar budge; the first blast, and the shockwave that occured after bringing the attack to a halt. Towering over Dante as the dark sinewy limbs and his strapping upper body would hardly tremble with rage that was released within the blast, he had to come back to his senses in which had brought him to his morals. Artix took a couple of steps back for a moment while that intense expression faded into a serious glance, all the while that glow remained there in that visible optic.

Artix is an individual thats fully aware of his surroundings by the smell, the sound, and the view of his battlefield. Though he was something different from a demon, the tail swaying from side to side was proof enough that he was far more than an ordinary being.::

[Artix Frois]

((I gotta go.. but I'll be back as soon as possible))

[Shinobi Tenma]

[ Although I really don't agree with how you stated that you moved my pillair even after I told you that it couldn't be done in that manor, I'll let it slide this time. ]

Dante pushed his arms against the ground to pull himself into a slouched stance. With his hands resting on his knees, his long red hair hung down in his face hiding his expressions with the aid of the shadows it brought. He grinned and licked a small trickle of blood away from his lower lip.

Seeing as his opponent had stopped, he would take the time to think insted of using the more berserker style attack. Composure kept him from becoming the fumbling type of combatant. He slipped his hand into the left pocket over his a**. He pulled a limp cigarette from the tight jeans and placed it on his lips. It instantly ignited from chakra manipulation in his lips. He did this rather quick incase his opponent wanted to make haste.

Smoke trailed from his cigarette as he slowly began to walk forward. His heart pumped at an alarming rate in order to keep up with some of his other organs used to make chakra. If one could see the energy it would be pouring from every single one of his Tenketsu. It had yet to take it's bright red form seen previously. This was normal chakra. Not quite as deadly, but there was such a high amount that his Kenrou Jyuuken technique would be quite easy to perform.

[Artix Frois]

((I meant to say, if it was loose enough.. I understand where ya coming from though))

::Watching the guy slowly get up to his feet, he entered back into his stance as the left eye remains to glow. Watching him smoke the cigarette, it reminded him about the uses of fire and this is where things would take it's course. The tail gradually swayed from side to side like a metronome and everytime it reaches it point where the momentum would cause it to swing towards the other side, a feint vapor trail of a sapphire tint would follow the motion. The only thing he would do now is wait for the fire to come his way in any shape or form.

The more time given to Artix the more he power he would recover and to make it evident, each finger slowly started to have an opaque stream seeping from the surface of the tips. Whatever Dante was planning, all he could do was hope that it wasn't fire.::

[Makero]

Uncertainty...

Mae, I promise you...
Forever...

Makero would stand against the current of the midnight breeze, the deepset nature of her crystalline gaze staring into the full of the moon. She seemed to quiver slightly, parting the full of her lips with a raspy inhale as the patterns of the tranquil winds would sway at her shadowed, silken locks. Though the back door of the rave would stand open, she would gaze as if it were closed upon her. Twisting slightly to view the entirety of the Rave's floor behind her, the casted, glowing silhouette of her being seemed to dim to a subtle white line, the depth of her shadow seemingly more alive than she herself seemed.

If only...

[Rinketsu Son of the Devil]

Entering quietly and solemenly He'd have enough of dealing with his father and his ways. He'd leave his father and turn his back on him. There was only one thing that tied him to his father. It was "her" and this was the only way that he could see in cutting all ties with his father. He carried a special gift that was given to him by his father. It would be a symbolic that this would be the weapon that would kill her. He approached her seeing her not saying anything to her. he didn't want to do this, but he had been giving no choice in the matter

[Makero]

Though the wind whispered its' own words of reassurance to her, Makero leaned unsteadily against the thin frame of the doorway, sensing the chill of an unknown energy. She would shift her gaze downward, listening intently to the tranquility of Windfall's entity. Her thoughts would turn to Hector, wondering with a certain anxiety as to where he resided, the length of his departure bringing fourth that of worry. Makero would pull her slender arms about her petite form, lightly trembling within herself.

[Rinketsu Son of the Devil]

Moving in Further into the rave he saw her standing against the door frame. His heart nearly skipping every other beat as he was about to do something that deep down he didnt want to do. His eyes heavy with the sorrow that he was feeling but he had to do it. There was no way out of it. he would have to sever the one last thing that kept him to his father. And the ending of her life would be the only way. Pulling the sharpened blade out of the sheath dropping the sheath to the ground he made his approach towards her. his heart he felt would explode at any minute as he moved into the striking range of the sword

[Makero]

The likes of Mae's pointed fae ears would sink to compensate for this sudden clanking to the Rave's floor, shifting in position to face this unknown being. The winter chill of her gaze seemed to dart around the area, the sparkling fuller of the blade quickening the uneven pace of her dropping heart.

"R-Rin?!?..."

[Rinketsu Son of the Devil]

Hearing her and her noticing that he was there. He couldn't stand it. he wanted to do it quick and quietly without her knowing it was him. But there wasn't that option anymore. "I'....M sorry Mae, This has to be done Father Has left me little choice" He was about two feet from her with a four foot blade as he flicked up his wrist flipping his body around driving the blade now backwards his back towards her as he plunged the cold sharpened steel towards her small torso