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 Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 7:56 pm
 VS.
 Located in an open-roof stadium is the ring where the first round fights will be taking place. The sound of wild cheering from the many fans that have congregated here fill the arena in a loud uproar as cameras zoom in on the action to broadcast the fights all over the world. The floor of the arena is a glossy hard floor with the logo of GTB painted in purple and pink upon the white sheen. Field Measurements: The fighting area is a perfect circle with a 50 yard diameter. The walls that keep the fighters away from the spectators are raised up to ten feet. Ten Count Boundary: The ten count begins whenever the fighter is knocked out of the bounds of the fighting area, such as into the spectator seats. The flying count out is also in effect, which means, if you stay above ground by your own will for more than ten seconds, you will be DQ'd. Fight Ends: After 11:59 PM on Jun 16th. That means when it becomes Jun 17th, fights are over.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 10:46 am
And she had her audience.
Her small booth at the expo had only received moderate success so far with a few curious souls, but she wasn't yet fully satisfied with the results. But now wasn't that time to worry about that small little plot, Rosalyn had something a lot bigger to play around with. This was the primary reason for her to even be here after all. And the crowd, the oh so very loud crowd, they were just feeding her. There were those who were general enthusiasts for skilled and technical fighters, but those individuals were not her target audience. No, she fed off of the vast majority who were here to see blood. They craved nothing more than violence, they got their jollies off of blood staining a polished floor, and she loved it. Already with a murder during the tournament, this was bringing back fond memories of simpler days. There were children in attendance to watch the violence, much like children cheered alongside their parents when a man was lynched. Was there any better way to spend a beautiful afternoon as a family?
Of course not.
But perhaps the roar of the crowd was not as loud as it could be. Many men, young and old, could not help but to stare in awe at the succubus on center stage. She captured their attention and glazed their eyes over with her inhuman beauty. Her flawless skin, the ideal figure, Rosalyn's appeal had brought some of the better men to their knees in the past.
While her tight curves may have been enough to make most men look, the costume she donned definitely enticed them to keep their hungry gaze fixed on her. It was the costume of court dancers, it was the bedlah. Much of her tanned flesh was exposed, and that which wasn't was visible as a silhouette behind the sheer fabric. From her ankles to her hips flowed a red skirt of many frills and layers. Up the sides of the skirt were long slits that tapered to her round hips where the skirt just sat oh so perfectly. And her torso was left mostly exposed, the definition of her abdomen in clear view. The same was true for her bare shoulders and arms, save for the bracelets and bangles. Her breasts were covered by a skimpy and strapless bra that managed to hold and support her bust.
Even more mesmerizing than her human figure and the provocative costume were the exotic demonic features she had no intention of hiding. Her spaded tail whipped back and forth in a hypnotic rhythm, and the tiny bat-like wings on her back fluttered at random intervals. And then there was the body language. Her relaxed pose revealed just how she felt about this. Many fighters, even some of the more seasoned ones still may had been a bit nervous stepping in front of such a large crowd. That uneasy feeling gave some performers an edge. Or there were those who had a face of pure focus, mentally preparing themselves for the oncoming battle. But Rosalyn was noticeable calm, if not a little offensive to those seeking a technical battle by her nonchalant demeanor. Her right hand was set on her jutted up, feeling the smooth braids of the quality whip coiled around her. The left hand hung lazily as she waited.
She hated waiting. Those close enough might be able to see a slightly irritated expression, a twitching brow, despite the otherwise indifferent pose her body was in. While she loved having the audience to witness her destroying the first pitiful man to challenge her, the fact that she had to wait for him to arrive bored her. And she was becoming bored quite fast. But her opponent was guaranteed to get his just desserts for the time wasted. The crowd was going to get just what they wanted
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 1:23 pm
Making their way to the arena on the late foot-
Came a certain six foot purple fleshed dark haired figure, of course accompanied by the contender he was escorting. Sho was shrouded in red as was his usual. A simple loose fitted red feudal top with a deep red hakama to match. Not that any of this crowd would recognize the near royalty that decided to grace the stands for this particular fight. The purple skinned man was none other then Kokosho Merceriel. The Marukage of the Iddimu village. Apparently the one who'd been working with Haku in training as of late. Which could speak worlds of horror for the other competitors.
How many of them were training with Shinigami? At any rate he'd split off from the fighter eventually, making his way to the stands to find a seat.
The slouched white haired figure who had came at the Kage's side was none other then Hakujou. When the party split up; the contender would make his way to the arena floor. His body might be described best as that of a swimmers. Stalky and broad, yet lean. White bangs shifted about over the mask the man wore. Cold dead brown pupils staring out from the eye slits of said face protector. As for attire he was wearing the usual dark loose feudal top, almost bell-bottom dimensioned black slacks, with his usual [man-skirt], and favorite straw sandals.
For a first time competitor Hakujou would appear simply far too calm. This was natural for him. This wasn't even an event in his eyes. This was a test-nay; a crucible. This would have to be the testament to his mortal glory and all that he'd trained to achieve in the peak of his prime. Hakujou wasn't getting any younger at this point. On top of that his own mortality was all but far too real and certain. This meant that he wasn't going to grow in power over the years.
Mortals just get weaker till they die.
But I digress; armed with not but his 'ninja-bracers', and 'utility belt', Hakujou would push out into the arena from one of the gated entrances. [Presuming they exist, if not ignore that. xp] The crowd doesn't so much roar in excitement for him; as they do for the sheer fact and appearance of a competitor. Not because anyone gives a rat a** about hakujou; but because they know factually that the fight is about to start. The disgustingly focused eyes are all caught up either between; sizing up Hakujou as he makes his way toward the center of the arena, or sizing up his female opponent's cup size.
Hakujou himself could be noted as strolling toward the center mass of the arena. Arms hanging relaxed at his sides as he carefully gauges his opponent. Realistically emotionless eyes taking in her appearance and build without a single stray dirty thought that any other male might suffer.
This is because Hakujou already knows.
There's not going to be any winners in this arena here today. Just a loser and a man who can't enjoy his victory.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 3:04 pm
The crowd suddenly erupting in cheers was the sign that the fight was to soon begin. Though, Rosalyn knew this well in advance. She could see her opponent approaching the arena with a guest. He had finally arrived, and now it was time to have a bit of fun. Her boredom suddenly vanished, the irritated expression on her face had faded into a confident smirk. She watched him as he came closer with each step, already sizing him up in the distance. He wasn't like some of the hulking giants that made up a good part of the tournament roster. In fact, she thought he was quite small. Rosalyn moistened her lips, she was going to eat this guy alive.
As Rosalyn's tail continued its rhythmic swaying the hand that was placed on her hip moved back to grasp the handle of her whip behind her. With a gentle tug the tight coil loosened, and with the arm dragging to the right side the whip fell to the ground. Her eyes focused forward, directly on her opponent as he stepped up on the platform and moved his way to the center. She aimed to gain direct eye contact with a piercing glare from her thin narrowed eyes. But she wasn't angry, no, her lips remained cracked on one side to maintain that smirk. She waited for him to finally halt his advance at the center, leaving a good twenty feet between the two, before speaking out to him,
"My my, what do we have here?"
She paused briefly before continuing on,
"I can't say I'll find much enjoyment in snapping a boy in half."
Her tail whipped sporadically to the other side before curling into a hook with the spade pointed out towards the crowd. Her tone was meant to be insulting, she wanted the young man to parley with her. All the while she kept her eyes on his with out blinking. Was she trying to intimidate him? It would be great if he did feel intimidated, but most fighters were pretty good at brushing off the psychological jabs such taunting was meant to deliver. If anything, the cocky attitude could work as a motivational tool for the opponent to really put forth a commendable effort. But Rosalyn had nothing to worry about. He should have forfeited once the brackets were announced.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 8:34 pm
She seemed too petite... Almost fragile in a sense. This had to be a mistake? But no. Even as the soft pit pat of his sandals guided the six foot figure toward his opponent; he was in sheer disbelief that this was to be his foe for the first round.
At any rate Hakujou was Hakujou. Emotionless eyes eventually found themselves planted on her hips. Not for any other reason then to examine the weapon she un-coiled. Which by now had drew his eyes noticeably with it's movement; causing the male a 'glitch' or slight pause like stifle in his stroll before he smoothed the movement.
Still; with the bump of doubt in the sea of his mind passed he'd find himself paused finally, and facing down that gap between him and this aesthetically lovely female. Not that he appreciated beauty.Lollipop Fiend
"My my, what do we have here?"
If this was allowed to transpire he'd deliver a sharp hook with his left to her chin. The key note here being 'If allowed'. If she reacted to his advancement in a manner that warranted defensive action; he'd do so by all means. He wasn't dumb at any rate. Nor had he forgotten about that whip. This man already had a secondary route to victory planned if worse came to worse and he had to pull a rabbit out of a hat. Though Through it all; if she was paying close enough attention; she'd note that the 'Heartless Swordsmen' held no feelings in those stabbing light brown eyes.
Nothing but cold steady discerning focus from those tiny black beads in the centers.
You know; one of those gazes that pierced the very being of whatever they fell upon from sheer determination and lack of humanity.
Like any good warrior Hakujou had already won in his mind. He had but to manifest then realize this now within reality as well.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 10:21 pm
Wasn't he a serious one? Her opponent didn't even take the time to grunt a response, let alone let her finish.
This warrior might make claims that he was emotionless, but Rosalyn could read his face like a picture book. While he may not have spoken a word to her, she could read that very brief message he displayed before he broke off into a dash. The eyes, the brows, the face as a whole painted a very clear image of what he was feeling. Perhaps involuntary, maybe he didn't even realize the twitch that created his glare. But this warrior had slipped even before that reaction to her taunting. The sudden but brief pause in his stride when Rosalyn uncoiled her whip from around her hips made it clear that something had startled him. Perhaps he was not expecting such a weapon to be used and did not know how to approach it, or maybe he simply had bad memories, but Rosalyn could smell fear, and knowing he was already taken aback fueled her confidence even more..
But that shift in his face was like flipping an on switch for Rosalyn. He might not have the skill to feel it, but those who could would notice the sudden explosion of Ku within the succubus. An ominous aura, the energy circulated freely through her system. Flowing from her center to her appendages, including her whip, like rivers flowing down the mountains to the low lying seas. It was a complicated but efficient network and it made her feel alive.Those who were especially adept at sensing spiritual energies might find it interesting that while Ku flowed all throughout, a much larger portion of the energy from the center was being directed and stored at the left hand, though there was no physical appearance of this fact. But even if her opponent could feel out her growing aura, it probably would not have been enough to stop him from advancing. She had to utilize other defensive options that have more of an immediate effect on her opponent's psychology.
Just like the narrowed eyes flipped the spiritual on switch for Rosalyn, that instant also triggered a physical response as well. Her whole body moved fluidly, the right arm lifting and commanding the whip just like if it were an extension of her body. It moved quickly like a snake striking out, the end of the popper aimed to cut her opponent's face as he charged for her. The timing was tight, but this was very basic execution for the succubus. At the point where the whip was aimed to connect, the energy that traveled through it finally reached its apex, producing its loud crack that thundered off of the walls of the stadium.
If the whip did make contact with the flesh the cut would probably be quite shallow, unless her opponent somehow managed to get hit in the eye. Damage was not Rosalyn's primary goal at this point, she was more interested in establishing a dominant position by instilling fear in her opponent. She wanted to him to panic, to feel hopelessness, then she would begin picking him apart limb by limb at a leisure pace. But she needed to take the dominant position early on, especially after her opponent demonstrated that he can be quite aggressive.
Another advantageous aspect to throwing out this crack was that Rosalyn was now in a position where she had a variety of options for follow through. What her target was and how she might approach attacking it was her choice with near unlimited possibilities. Her arm pulling the moving whip above her head from where it was cracked was the perfect position to display the versatility of the weapon, and all she had to do was wait for his reaction. It had started, She had already begun the process of creating a physical and mental wall.
[Hot Touch Degree - 1]
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 12:07 am
-TINK!~-
A more perceptive fighter would have noted the mask he wore. Granted one could see his eyes and possibly his brow. His face was quite protected by a fine hardly thin sheet of folded, flattened, then ultimately bent and shaped steel. The mask could be noted as being strapped under his hair and to the back of the curve of his skull. Very durable, very stable, very high melting point. The slight blow wouldn't even phase the fighter as he moved in and re-positioned his trajectory at his same speed of 15 mph.
Easily enough he'd aim his left fist to follow through with the desired trajectory. Speed, skill, and power all merged suddenly with the very familiar sound of finely placed building material up heaving as shattered debris. This was the arena floor rising up as it broke and cratered under the force he generated in that final step. The male would aim to land on his right foot foremost, left foot slamming a second crater as it proved to hold up at a slightly rear position. This was the anchor used to control the rather large bundle of kinetic energy that he had generated and was currently carrying through his body; all of which was of course aimed into a single sharp left hook. Hopefully planted into the jaw like intended; as he wasn't aiming to kill her with a temple or throat shot. If landed, he'd follow through. Being that if it did in fact land it would be a heavy damage blow.
So with his right foot landing first, left following along his with his left fist converging on her position with a harsh jerk of his body; 'The Heartless Swordsmen' would twist his body at the counter-point of circular motion to reverse entirely and aim to follow up the blow. What this would do would be simple. If she was still within range a moment or so after the delivery of the left she would be receiving a added combo shot in the form of a hook to her exposed left side.(The idea being that the jaw check creates the opening) This second surprise blow was aimed for placement upon her floating(or short) ribs. Basically performed in order to press inwardly against them, and then upward into her bodies mass to create the most internal damage by breaking them off inside her organs.
Of course this is alota action based on alota speculation and forethought.
Let's see what actually goes down.
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 10:08 am
Rosalyn hadn't thought that her opponent was wearing a mask. She had mistakenly assumed the face was just deformed and scarred in some way. So while nobody else besides her opponent could probably hear the whip glancing off of the metal mask, she took note watching it get pushed aside as he continued to charge forward. That small mistake she made was going to be punished, but just how much her opponent was going to take advantage of the situation was still in question. Rosalyn could assume for the time that she could withstand, but later in the match when he might draw some kind of weapon the circumstances might be far less forgiving.
In the short period of time that most of this occurred, Rosalyn was able to make a few observations. While she wasn't able to actually tell the speed he had charged in at, it was definitely not the fastest that she had seen. What was a bit impressive was his ability to accelerate as fast as he did in what appeared to be almost instantly. But there was something about his deceleration that was a bit off. Instead of slowing down, he expended large amounts of energy to stop himself on point. Or at least that's how she perceived things to have happened with the craters forming underneath his feet when he did stop himself. And then there was the punch.
With all of that momentum behind it, it was set up to be a pretty powerful attack. Rosalyn could have dealt with it in a more favorable way under better circumstances, but at this point she just needed to mitigate the damage. She took the heavy blow to her face and she moved her body with the direction of the hook instead of against it. On connection she had moved back a bit trying to escape the range of his reach knowing that it was likely he was going to try and keep the offensive up, and she managed this with a bit of success. Was she still in the range of his reach? Most likely, but she was easily out of the effective range to receive another blow like the one he had just delivered where he currently stood.
Just like Rosalyn had made an erroneous assumption, so would her opponent if he really thought she was so fragile. Despite the fact that she may have looked like a small figurine that would break easily, the reality was almost entirely the opposite. You could say it was common sense, but one had to be able to take a bit of punishment to survive not just in this realm but in the abyss as well. And not just with years, but centuries of taking heavy hits, Rosalyn's already inhuman body had adapted to being smashed. So she was indeed a lot tougher than what her pretty face might let off. Not to say she didn't feel her opponent's punch, or if a few more might actually wear her down, but this might not have been exactly what the masked fighter had expected for a result.
As her face was pushed by his fist, Rosalyn felt a rush through out her body. The throbbing of her jaw was a pleasurable sensation. If she wasn't going to rip this man apart she might had just stood there and asked him for another. The punch caused a small cut on her lip and a thin trail of blood flowed down the side of her jaw. But that very small scratch was already in the process of healing. A camera close up would reveal just what was going on with her face. While the crowd might be expecting a dazed if not unconscious woman falling, they would get to see her open eyes and a wide grin. The same expression she had formed once seeing her opponent enter the arena.
Rosalyn had decided to take advantage of the time it would take the fighter to recover and to follow through with another attack. She took another small step back just after the first, effectively placing her out of the reach of another punch, and then she hopped back creating a distance of about ten feet between the two of them. On landing Rosalyn would let the whip move behind her before quickly moving her arm forward and snapping her wrist up. Once again a loud crack would thunder in the stadium, but now she was engaging in her standard defensive position.
Another crack, and another boom, they were happening before the previous ones could completely finish. The whip moved high and low, left to right, in no particular pattern. Wherever it may have been Rosalyn seemed to be able to direct it in any way she willed. But for most spectators, following the whip would prove to be a real draining mental chore. The speed, the control, it was quite a show to watch. Her right arm appeared as if she were performing large strokes with the brush like an artist, but the whip, it twist and snapped in a blur.
Assuming that the warrior didn't try to just rush in again, Rosalyn could keep this up all day. Once she had controlled the space around her, she was in her comfort zone. She was able to engage the mind games she loved so much. While it may had just been quicker to stay in and rip apart her opponent's body with her bare hands, it certainly was not nearly as fun. And this was definitely fun for her as she chuckled underneath the booming song she was creating.
[Hot Touch Degree - 1]
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Posted: Tue Jun 08, 2010 3:12 pm
His movements were precise and controlled, craters only formed due to the masses of energy that were drawn up through the ground and legs with that blow. One may have called it satisfaction; feeling cheek under knuckles as the target's body shifted; be it voluntary or involuntary. Though being the emotionally inept fighter that he was; Hakujou felt nothing for this small foot hold. It was insanely hard to generate speeds like he did on the whim of a fart like that. Yet; it was still his bread and butter as far as combat actually went. Most fighter's have what's called 'a comfort zone'. This is a bubble or radius that a fighter generally won't allow their opponent to be within. This is due to the fact that said fighter usually (via speculation) doesn't have the skill to face off in Cqc[Close quarter combat]. Hakujou exploited this frequently in his opponents; being that pain and fear weren't even factors for him.
However; it seemed his prey would fall back as he swung that wild uppercut, missing anything but air as he locked his body mid-delivery. This would allow him to halt all movements, those eyes piercing down into the femme's being as if attempting to physically draw out her thoughts with focus. But no; What was really happening was far more subtle. Even before the first sonic boom would sound with the crack of that whip; something would happen behind the veil of reality. The only signal of this happening within reality; would be a simple blink.
Within the spectrum of the metaphysical; outside of reality entirely to a certain degree
We see Hakujou standing on a mesa. Though oddly enough said mesa isn't real. It's white, where as the sky is black. And upon this mesa sits nothing but the lone six foot figure, and what appears to be a white glowing soft ball that floats in front of his body. This realm is Hakujou's mind. Warped and desolate. Dry and colorless. It's hard to say if this man is even human. It's safe to say he doesn't dream in color at the very least.
but I digress; this quick trip outside of time and space into the recesses of hakujou's mind is brought to you by something special. Within this realm hakujou take's a deep breath, and roughly; with both hands; he snags the ball in front of him. The reaction to this within his mind is a explosion of all encompassing light. The entire colorless scene goes white as the man is swallowed in the blast.
Back within reality; not even a moment after the male closed his eyes to blink just a fraction of a millisecond ago
Those cold brown eyes snap open. Along with that a sudden spike in 'Ki energy' that can be noted in a small immediate radius emanating from his body. Very few fans have the ability to sense or read power levels; so they see nothing notable happening at all. However; Hakujou's entire surface was now coated in a fine outward blasting veil of clear energy. His Ki-field had been erected and was slowly yet surely stabilizing and growing. Yep; this meant that Haku had decided to release his real weapon in this tournament.
Which was 'Dbz style no jutsu'.[xp]
Even as the whip raced to and fro through the air, a spike in power level of near 500 would be more then enough to 'super charge' 'the Heartless Swordsmen'. At 20 mph he'd aim to make another dash into his foe's defense, carving right through whatever maelstrom of whip blows she might have in store. A crater would form with each flurried step; the male himself closing the gap insanely fast for a mortal; Ki or not. A large trail of up-heaved debris would even be left floating in his wake.
While running though, a focal point would be placed on the chakra located in the left palm. Allowing Ki to flow to more heavily then permeate within this spot. All in all some of the fan's cheered. Some of them boo'ed for striking such a lovely lady as he had. Over all it didn't matter. No cheers nor heckling could effect what the light haired male was intent on doing.
Still Hakujou merely kept focus on his vessel and his foe's placement as well as stance. Something he had trained very hard to have the mental faculties to accomplish.
I won't lose here..
How many nights of draining his body of ki to near death would be wasted if he fell here? How many trees would he have chopped down for no reason. How many mountains would wear permanent scars from his blade for nothing?
D=<
He didn't actually wear that face. That was just the best way to describe his vibrational output at the moment. <******** Determined.
[1 charge]
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 6:34 am
While Rosalyn might not had been able to read power levels, she could most definitely feel power. It'd be an understatement to say that she was excited feeling the surge of power explode from her opponent. She was ecstatic. There was simply nothing more thrilling than letting a man achieve a higher level of strength only to squash him like an insect with one swift and decisive blow. Rosalyn could only hope that with the great power her opponent had demonstrated also came a great amount of stupidity. Unlike many fighters, she didn't care so much for a challenge. She didn't even really care so much about fighting. If her opponent was going to make it easy for her to destroy him, she had no problem with it. That just meant less energy spent enjoying herself.
From what her opponent had displayed just moments earlier and the success he had with that attack, Rosalyn figured he might be dumb enough to try it again. Even with her whip dancing in the air to its own song, he probably figured that he could get pass it unharmed. That was part of the mindset of individuals utilizing great speed that she had encountered over the years. She initially thought they would utilize strategy when using their gift, but for the most part, they were far worse than giant muscleheads. So of course she had something prepared just for the situation. While it was just a guess, she had learned to think like them, and more often than not she was pretty successful at predicting their next move.
In reality, a very short period of time had passed since her opponent had exploded with his energy, but in the mind, time and motion were moving at a much slower speed. At the moment the crowd was filtered from her senses, her attention was solely placed on the man before her. She was waiting for him, waiting for when she thought he would once again try to charge in at her. She didn't have to wait for long, she had guessed right, her opponent was going to try and foolishly rush right into the danger zone.
Rosalyn had actually jumped the gun a bit, but this was necessary if she wanted to catch her speedy opponents in her trap. If she had simply waited and tried to react to his movements, especially at this close of a range, then he most likely would have bypassed the popper of her whip or just had deflected it somehow with out noticing whatever cut he might had received. But by acting just barely before he did, it almost guaranteed that he would run right into the attack she had planned. The whip had produced another loud boom, but then there was a silence letting that boom mostly fade away before the next one in the sequence came. Mind you there wasn't anything so special about this, the timing of the cracks were varied already to be unpredictable.
That stroke of her arm brought the whip in and across, leveled at her opponent's thighs from his standing position. Her ku traveled from the popper of the whip outside, tracing the energy in a thin blade on a horizontal plane. And when the whip was cracked again, simultaneously to when he charged for her, the invisible blade of energy was shot forward. The phantom slice, one of Rosalyn's favorite abilities. The blade of energy had the cutting ability of some of the finest blades produced by man, but what made it especially dangerous was the speed it traveled. While man was capable of throwing balls at much higher speeds than this blade traveled, about sixty miles per hour, it was still fast enough to be very damaging. The only downside to the ability was how quickly it lost its strength the further it had to travel, but right now that wasn't an issue. The target was running right into it.
One could question the motive of a person who willingly used such an ability on an opponent. Were they aiming for murder? In Rosalyn's case, that would have taken away from the fun she sought. Targeting the thighs had several benefits instead of just aiming to cut the man clean in half. Immediate death was far too easy of an escape. Rosalyn didn't find satisfaction in just killing an individual, she received much more pleasure by torturing them. In her mind, there was no better way to torture him than maiming him and cleaving his legs off. Not only would it effectively immobilize him, it would probably be destroying his whole life's work. Suicide was always preferred over murder. You could think of Rosalyn like the bully who pinned down a fly and ripped off its wings before placing it underneath a magnifying glass under the summer sun.
[Hot Touch Degree - 1]
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 2:38 pm
Fan's may not have seen what was about to happen. However Kokosho did. This was a entity with 'extra-dimensional sensory', so by all means he noted that blade as it almost surely aimed to turn Haku into a paraplegic. A few of the other 'in-human' fans noted it as well. Most of them were roaring, starving to see those pools of blood as the light haired male slammed onto his face.
Sadly enough this wouldn't happen. Dumb luck would strike in the form of positioning+targeting+motion.
Hakujou's determination wouldn't waver. It couldn't. Still dashing at that incredible speed meant he had one sole advantage in the exchange that he wasn't about to see. A man running at 20 mph was impossible to target and strike effectively. Even as her invisible blade sliced through reality, it would be hard for either fighter to keep up with the actual exchange and technicality that was about to occur. An anomaly within reality one might note.
Rather then seeing hakujou lose his legs and falter; the crowd see's a massive spray of sparks shooting up and left off to the side of Haku's face, more notably blasting Through, or byond the back of the thick metal surface of the man's 'ninja bracer' [though how this makes sense is still under duress and beyond me; if not just broken in general =/]. This was the invisible blade slamming into and breaking off the thick sheet of metal in motion. With the way the male was running, his center of gravity was lower then low. Aimed to keep his bodies mass as small as possible during the dash. Within this motion, the arms actually pull up in front of the body rhythmically to aid in the continuous momentum. [just like in normal running]
Nothing but pure and sheer coincidence that Haku's right hand had slammed the back of his knuckles up and into the under side of the blade before it could cross the thresh hold of motion. Damn near woulda fractured his knuckles at that if not for the thick fabric padding to rock hard trained flesh and bone underneath. Not that damage didn't happen. Being that this was an accident and not a defense; the damage wasn't going to stop Hakujou ultimately. Two pieces of the 'energy blade' soared off on their previous un-disturbed trajectories [all be it against the laws of physics with no mechanics to support why they cut physically yet have this property(Yea I get what you're saying but light doesn't cut people unless focused enough, at which point it can be stopped with physical mass, or at least obstruct such)], either piece cleanly slicing down with significantly reduced force into either of the thighs of the light haired male. You have to re-call he is in motion, there is energy pouring off his surface in the form of Ki- not to mention pumping rock hard muscles and a body trained for punishment. Blood would still slowly but surely pool there at his upper thighs near the joint. Sooner then later he was going to die from blood lose if allowed to continue to fight. At that, he was also going to have soaked tabi if kept pushing himself. Good thing his sandals were calcified like rocks from ages of abuse and periodic soaks in various abnormal creatures blood. He could retain little footing, possibly if he kept out of the puddles once they began forming...
Either way the crowd roared, loving the sparks. Very few of them actually noted the reality and saw the blow. Most of those who did note it were either wearing one of two pairs of shoes. {A} was a nice pair of loafers for the kind man; who was thinking to himself 'That's one lucky sunofabitch'. Pair {B} are the combat boots; obviously for the blood thirsty; those who muttered about dumb luck, and not enough action. Still; Haku noted this spray and the slight pressure in his arm and legs that meant his brain was blocking out pain there. In the legs it was notable that the pressure was building. Insanely fast at that. Hakujou knew this meant his thresh hold was being pushed. If it broke he'd actually have to suffer and work through the pain from the damage. Where as right now it was just a mild distraction. Powerful in it's own right; though not necessarily debilitating. The blow would stifle his movement to a large degree, slowing him down by 10 mph ultimately. Which wasn't very well relevant, considering by now he was already in front of her, using his stumbling footing as a spring board to say <******** it' and 'go all in'. This would be done by springing upward off his back most foot, which would allow 'the heartless swordsmen' to aim a beautiful flying Ki-driven left knee [which opened his wounds even more I might add]. Targeted and hopefully landed dead on into the femme's nose at near 10 mph as he rose up into the air. Not that speed was relevant at this distance, considering how fast Hakujou could close a ten foot gap at 20 mph. but still; heavy damage blow is heavy, from both parties. She proved to be able to shrug off a pretty blow earlier. Let's see how she deals with the full 180 pounds placed behind two sharp stone like balls of bone interlocked together and driven into the heart of her face's nervous system. Side affects include blurred if any vision, leaking nose, and possible loss of front teeth. Not to mention nearly all loss of the sense of smell, and trouble 'thinking gooder' if not straight of 'Seeing stars with not but the ability to 'ask for your mommy'.
The crowd would probably go crazy if he landed that knee
-and if he did, he'd make sure to plant his hands into her shoulders upon contact as to get a sturdy grip on her small frame so he could fall right into a clench before she could recover. Yep. Even with a slightly bruised fist, bleeding legs, and slowly but surely building 'buzzing' pressure, it seemed like the ronin wasn't about to halt his onslaught of 'DBZ FURY PUMMEL'. Though arguably... If he knew that his foe could produce invisible blades on a whim- he might not have been so quick to 'GETSUM!~'
However- At this point Hakujou was slowly losing and he wasn't even aware of the extent of the damage.
Bleeding mortal is dying faster then usual. Bleeding mortal still does not accept limits.
[1 charge]
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 5:24 pm
"O~ho!"
Members of the audience would have been hard pressed to have been more thrilled about what was going than Rosalyn. Her loud cackle was overpowered by the thundering crack of her whip, but perhaps her opponent could still hear it underneath the roaring crowd and the the fading boom. If he hadn't figured it out from the slicing attack he just received, then that laugh should had been the clue that he was pitted against somebody with total disregard for the norms, the laws, and most importantly, his life. While his determination may had been what was driving him, instinct should had been signaling for him to seek safety, or at least to attend to his wounds.
But instead he ignored the cries from his brain, he continued on. Though there was a very noticeable and quick decrease in speed from her opponent. Besides the sparks and the pools of blood that were to soon form, that was the confirmation that her attack had hit. Rosalyn was expecting to see his upper body separated from his legs, but she wouldn't get that kind of satisfaction. Maybe he was wearing some kind of armor on his legs that protected them like his wrists. While not the result she had hoped for, this still would give her an opportunity to inflict more damage. Apparently as her opponent had gotten himself in range he was stumbling forward trying to regain his balance.Evilgenetics Which wasn't very well relevant, considering by now he was already in front of her, using his stumbling footing as a
Rosalyn reacted immediately noticing this opening. As he stumbled forward, she stepped out with her left foot and reached out with her left hand. He made her job easy by moving in. Her fingers aimed to grasp his long white hair from the crown of his head. At this point, he probably would not have been able to feel the heat generated by the left hand., it wasn't enough to burn the hair just yet. From there, Rosalyn would attempt to quickly take control of his body by yanking his hair.
This should have been a fairly simple task to complete, her opponent was off his balance already while stumbling. By being able to grab his hair and drag her arm down, back, and away from her, she figured she should had been able to easily bring him down to the ground on his belly. The ground wasn't exactly where her opponent would want to be either. Rosalyn could stand over him then and inflict all the punishment she wanted.
[Hot Touch Degree - 1]
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Posted: Thu Jun 10, 2010 7:08 pm
So she was a time bender eh? Able to perform attacks and do other thing simultaneously without care to Real Time. what was the spell again? Haste. Oh yea; that doesn't fly here. Ok. That had to be it. Hakujou wasn't exactly the best at fighting magic users. Then again he also wasn't used to people stepping into flying knees.
When she took that step forward; she probably didn't realize that hakujou was already air born, so he imagined if that was her 'counter measure'-
”Flying knee eh? I'll counter with FACE TO KNEE STYLE- HOW'DCHA LIKE IT?”-
very sad for her. Though her uplifted arm would definitely stifle the impact, or be snapped backwards. Who knows at this point what may or may not happen. Not that a flying 10 mph Ki-driven knee is anything to scoff at yaknow? I digress though; With her attempting to reach higher then she physically could; she might have had a good chance at grabbing his throat? And thus when she attempted to slam; rather when she got kneed in the face and somehow micro-managed her way into layering attacks+positioning movements- Hakujou got slammed down harshly to the cratered ground beneath him.
Fecking ouch
Not to mention a mighty good Dack if I do say so myself. Between the exchange; the crowd was wild and roaring at this point. There was blood visible on 'the Heartless Swordsman', though not an ounce of emotion.
Hakujou felt the impact ring through out his body, making sure to lift his head as to not see stars. Falling six plus feet flat on his back with opened wounds on his front that would ultimately open wider because of this; not a good verdict. Yet; as he lay there; he could feel that burning suffering as it poured through into his thighs and groin from those large gashes. It wasn't terrible, though a far cry from comfort. It'd been a while since anyone had damaged him bad enough to feel pain. It was a damn good reminder that he was still alive. By no means was he out of this fight yet, though there was a point at which he would die from blood loss inevitably if reached. This was apparent to him if his threshold had been breached. Too bad something else took hold in the face of all this meticulous seemingly light speed panicked thought as it raced through his mind.
I'm dying...
This thought pinged off the surface of the pool of his mind as he felt such envelope him. Like water suddenly rising up and devouring all senses except sight.
The man would barely settle fully from impact upon the broken arena tile before his eyes went wide. It was strange though; because there wasn't fear, or any sort of suffering that was visible. Just blatant surprise. As if something was happening beyond his control. Behind the male's mask, the four pronged seal on his fore head would twist clock wise [to his perspective], the prongs themselves extending outward and growing in jet black design as the seal opened. Still; this wasn't something that could be very well noted. It was a physical anomaly in his body realistically, one that he apparently hid for a damn good reason. But the way he just lay there; staring. Before hand; such a lively and aggressive combatant, now almost seeming like he was all but finished.
Outside of reality; within the first shift of the spinning curse mark
We return to Hakujou's Mesa. His inner world. It's a different scene now. The light is blinding, yet it appears as if the flow or integrity of the power itself is fading. Flickering almost as if static is brushing across your preferal. One can tell very plainly by the depiction that this man is growing weak in Ki. Which is very much accurately the same as losing spirit, or the will to fight, or even to live if you wana get down into it. Even so; without his mask on in this form; we can see what's happening to him analogously. Outside of time and space, where physics and the real take a back seat to the metaphysical; his spirit is being possessed. Blotted out with the black glyphs that only a highly skilled shinobi who'd seen many dialects from many a village could ever hope to decipher.
The ground beneath him is cracking now. His mesa; his world; is splitting, flames rising up like hell itself is incarnating within his mind. Even as it does so; he does not fall. Merely the ground craters down ward and he hovers over the decay like destruction as the flames lick up his feet and begin to set his 'spiritual body' a blaze. The flames are tainted and pure red. Maybe even a violet in the core. However it sure enough is cracking the mesa even more, and expanding the hole within the 'analogous representation of his body' on this plain. Rapidly his spectral body is consumed by flames and glyphs.
Eventually the spiritual entity that is left standing there in analogous yet quite aesthetically literal hell; was not but a black and charred being. Maybe even just a cocoon like husk of flesh.[or ectoplasm or whatever is representing skin in this case] Arms burst forth from this, black, glistening. The body not the same. It's larger now; more defined as a dominant and primal deity whatever it is. The burn husk that isn't even recognizable as Hakujou's own spiritual being is torn off. Revealing a red eyed dagger toothed seven foot hulking monster. This is the demon that Hakujou houses in the hole where his heart should be. Roughly on rank with a soul par to Akuma; Hakujou Wan was nothing but a heartless monster.
A shell of a boy, now trapped as a man. Blood stained hands and a erased path home. With all that finite mortality it was hard to say what exactly Haku was. He was human; but to what degree?
Back within reality; where time hasn't passed at all
Hakujou would still be down and staring. Dust and debris that was small enough floating around his body and creating an odd filtration of the sun's light for his vision. Even so it was clear there was a moment there where he should have blinked- but didn't- and within that single moment, Hakujou was in space, for lack of a better term. This was the Real Time spent within his mind just now. The entirety of whatever humanity he had striven to retain was devoured in not but the absence of a blink of an eye. Not even a second and the man would explode with a sudden spike in energy.A spectator Unable to contain it anymore- a lone fan flew up from his seat at the sight of his. Apparently this young lad was a rather adept Ki user himself. Enough so to read power levels from a distance. "IT'S OVER 1000!?!"Enki [or your own preferred 'god'] bless his soul for his sudden out burst. The rest of the crowd roared with him as he pumped a fist and rooted for the fighter he identified most with. It wasn't long before he got hit in the back of the head with a stray empty beer bottle by one of Rosalyn's fans. Still; the crowd was really going now.
So yea; Rosalyn may have had a few moments of a stunned opponent. But she was ultimately worse off in the exchange unbeknown to the downed ronin. Or so anyone could estimate having taken a knee to the face?
[1 Ki charge]
[Curse seal Status: Active* {*one post of readying}- Functional on my next turn{post}.]
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 8:58 am
While Rosalyn reached out to grab her opponent's hair as he stumbled, she was met with a surprise. Did the warrior feign his imbalance to draw her in closer knowing that she would attempt to capitalize on it? Whether it were intentional or not, it worked, her opponent had managed to get Rosalyn in with her guard down. With his quick movements and determination, he was able to propel his knee up, pushing her arm out of its path to collide with her chin. The crowd roared at the unexpected strike to Rosalyn's face, and at that instant it looked like that this fight had evened out. But as time quickly passed, it became apparent who was actually in a more favorable position after that exchange.
On contact Rosalyn's head snapped back, her eyes closed and she took a step back before regaining her balance. It was a heavy and hard hitting blow, but there were several factors that prevented it from being as damaging as it could had been. Because Rosalyn had altered the way she stood while going for the grab, her opponent wasn't able to effectively grasp her to drag her down into the strike. Also, her extended arm helped by being in the path of the knee. While very minor of a detail, it did work as an obstacle to slow him down. And then there were the less than ideal circumstances he managed to throw the knee out from. Still Rosalyn was momentarily stunned by the blow. Her left hand moved to hold her jaw as she hunched over after taking the step back. Her opponent had managed to stun her, but it appeared as if he was unable to follow through on the opening he had created.
After a very short moment, Rosalyn opened her eyes. Earlier in the fight, even just seconds ago, she had displayed nothing but a cocky grin. But her expression was notably different now. Her eyes narrowed to form a piercing glare. She looked at her opponent who was falling on his back. He had managed to get the succubus pretty upset. She was vain, and this was the second attack of his that was directed for and had connected with her face. While in reality any deformation he could have caused would probably have healed shortly after, it was still something she would not forgive. Her anger so great, it worked as a trigger to apportion more of her ku to the left hand.
Shortly after her opponent had landed on the ground, Rosalyn had regained her composure and stepped off for him. While making that short walk to his legs, she reversed the whip in her right hand, turning it so that the heavy lead shot at the end of the whip was now in front of her and the tapered end with the popper dragged behind her. She didn't bother to check to see if her opponent was unconscious, she didn't really care. All she knew was that he was lying there motionless, just begging to be taken advantage of.
She took a knee between his legs, the left hand reaching to push apart and hold his left thigh in place. Depending on the thickness of the fabric of his slacks, he may be able to feel the uncomfortable heat that radiated from her hand. On bare flesh, it would be a sensation similar to placing the hand on a steering wheel after it had been sitting in the summer heat for an extended period. After setting up this position, Rosalyn would lift her right hand above her head. Her eyes had found their target and locked on.
Rosalyn quickly brought the heavy ball down, swinging it like a hammer to her opponent's testes. And if the connection was successful, it should be since her opponent was off in la la land, she would do it again, and again, and again. The crowd wasn't cheering, they weren't even booing, a silence had actually formed through out the stadium. Each crushing blow to the testes with the heavy lead shot probably twisted the stomachs of boys and men in attendance, and most likely had those watching from home leave their chairs. Some of the more delicate women turned their heads away from the gruesome act while shielding the eyes of their young daughters.
There was no cackle from Rosalyn, she worked with one thing in mind. After each blow the next seemed to come out faster and harder. This was a fair compromise she thought. If he thought it was a good idea to try and damage her face, why not crush what was probably the favorite part of his body?
[Hot Touch Degree - 2]
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 1:35 pm
{When I said “Go for a nut shot if worse comes to worse”- I meant if he was charging you down again, or if you were in cqc. XD Still; that was a good lol this morning.
I was all; “Is she gona break his legs? D=”.Only to read that. XD}
Oh it wasn't exactly sudden silence. It happened over the course of a few moments. At first fans thought to themselves; 'Alright!; 'FINISH HIM!~'. Then she began wailing on his nut sack, like that's appropriate in a fight to do to a downed fighter. All the spectators wearing the combat boots from earlier no longer approved of Rosalyn. All of the Goody too shoes Loafer wearing nice folks looked away.
Only man truly kept his focus on the combatants in a light that wasn't judgmental. His real question was- Was Hakujou's body able to withstand something like that?
Meanwhile; On the ground; In Fem-Dom Hell.
To say that Haku was already suffering was an understatement. A human being can't imagine what it feels like to have their brain forcibly re-hard-wired within the span of a few seconds. It feels like open surgery with no anesthetic for lack of a better analogy. Not to mention what was already unnaturally stacked in damage and being 'blown open' from Ki flow. Yep- the unleashed extra force in his power levels were definitely not helping in stopping the flow of his bleeding.
At the very least his muscles were working over time at the moment. Convulsing and being infused with extra deposits of Ki. Basically under duress from this on a very direct level. What she was doing was just icing on the 'pain cake'. The first blow was arguably the kindest one. It came in the form of heavy pressure expanding out from his groin area- which already existed arguably; what with the burning of his thigh wounds leaking over the entire lower body. Here is where he realized that he was in trouble; or woulda realized it if his 'inner demon' hadn't woken up and devoured his humanity and cares to live.
The crowd had gone silent by now.
The devil inside of Hakujou snapped those light brown glaring optics up at his aggressor. Even managing to do so as she landed strike two to his groin. The first one had permanently damaged the 'pene'. If she thought this was a blow to Haku's sex life; she'd probably just laugh if she found out he was a virgin. Most would. Not that he hadn't killed more people then most had ******** in their entire lives; which to him was arguably better then sex. It didn't bother him, to put it lightly. Well- a crushed peney did; but as far as targeting the area went he was a male. And maybe she felt cornered? Not that Haku was thinking this. He was thinking to himself <******** devil would have roared if Hakujou's voice box worked at the moment. His body would have puked involuntarily had his stomach muscles not been clenched into the tightest knot imaginable. The only positive side to this entire ordeal was that his testicles were finally receding into his body. By the time her third blow landed it could only graze the pene; which was all but microscopic at this point. This graphic close up inside of my character's pants is brought to you by my opponent. [xD]. So three blows to the crotch- and it apparently proved to be nothing in the way of pain compared to 'quick style cursed brain surgery coupled with defunct nervous system to bad-hard-wiring'. By the fourth shot she delivered; every time that the demon would pull on his arms and body; he could feel the muscles adapting to his control over Hakujou. Still within that same spectrum of time and pain soaked up via nut shot; the rage was so great within this cursed deity that it would begin to 'see red'. The mixture of anger, hatred, and determination to make this woman suffer, were helping him to partially block out the pain and work through the rest that was coursing through the the physical body currently. One might question why this man hasn't passed out yet- the only reason being that he couldn't pass out. Literally. His body didn't have the function of turning off his brain at the moment because of the 'nervous system scrambling'. However- we have to re-call that Rosalyn is intent on doing this. Rather she's going to be attempting to deliver nut shots, even as the inner demon 'awakens control fully'. Whether she realizes it in time, or not.
It was only about five shots in that her plans would find themselves being interrupted mid-action; well- four shots if anyone wants to play semantics. Considering she was targeting, sitting on flowing energy that was blasting into her face, delivering blows into such, and focusing through rage; this narrator imagines that one wouldn't see a movement if it was quick and sudden enough. At least that was the monster's theory as her fifth blow was initiated and put into motion. Even as she brought what would be the fifth blow up, dropping it nigh instantly, it was intercepted. Right and left arm would snap upward like lightning, crossing over each other in process to go for different targets. The right went for the whip; where as the left went for her face. The male would sit up in process of this, basically just jerking upward with sudden and spontaneous new found strength. The idea was that; before she would realize what was happening; 'The Heartless One' would aim to catch her whip hand in a 'Kung Fu' grip at the wrist. Where as his left hand would shoot forward and on a slightly higher trajectory, going as far as to slam the palm into her mouth violently in this process of multiple yet synced movement.
But this wasn't done to send her backwards, or get a simple blow in; this was done so that that left hand could be planted over her mouth. Fingers and thumbs would apply sickening force for leverage upon a successful connection*[energy attack is moot if she somehow gets out of this]. phalanges would dig down into her cheeks. Possibly damaging her gums via pressure and forcing her to open her jaws on natural reaction. Regardless of what happened- within that instant; within those few blinks she would own of 'Wtf?!?!'- she would notice there was energy charged in that hand already. That palm that was directed down her throat basically at this point, was already beyond dangerous, charged, and ready to deliver an attack. Not only that; but she was damned if she thought 'The Heartless One' wasn't going to release an attack into her mouth. If she didn't open she'd just lose teeth; so realistically the plan would work to some degree- whatever the actual outcome is if it doesn't involve her mysteriously 'aborting plans to counter an action that she was already trapped within'.Ability sheet Happa-Yuuen: (Translation: Grand explosive blast) One post charge time. Ki energy is focused and compressed into a laser attack of sorts. The beam travels at something like eighty mph. The attack itself can be gathered and charged into a few different areas pending on the intended application. In the hands (One or two), or the head. (Leaving application to be used with the eye or mouth area) (also- Psi is relative to charges expended)
It seemed that even in this position the monster version of this male didn't care. She'd be hard pressed to get away from him with this proximity in her current positioning. However she did make more lead way then she probably noted with the 'crotchel assault'. Within Hakujou's mind; one can only see fire engulfing the entirety of the image. It's hard to say whether or not the physical body will hold up to the monster's whims. One could even say that this being we're seeing is actually all of Hakujou's negative emotions incarnated and given nothing but primal will for instincts. The only issue with this is that as soon as Haku realizes the pain he's suffering- As soon as the curse-seal closes; he's probably just gona pass out from a combination of pain and blood loss.
Blood was still pouring down the demons legs notably; puddles already managing to form and spread outward from where he was sitting. Over all at this point- the fans didn't know what to do. Half pumped fists, half of them stared awe struck. A good majority of people in the stands even went so far as to throw trash into the arena.
This wasn't what they wanted to see.
They wanted to see fists and legs flying. Bones breaking. Blood flowing out of mouths and noses from direct effect of physical blows. Technique and superior hand to hand combat. All of this they'd only see in stifled doses. Thus why a good portion of the crowd was so riled up.
[no charges]
[Curse seal: Active/Functional- For [3] more turns{posts}]
{Not that I expect him to hold out for much longer as far as not losing consciousness.}
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