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| Kazuma Torisuna |
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| Michael Noire |
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| Total Votes : 4 |
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 Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2017 11:10 am
Kazuma Torisuna stood in a six sided cage suspended above a concrete floor by a steel rigging suspension hook.
He weighed in at one hundred and thirty-nine pounds and stood five feet eight inches tall.
Scar tissue ran over his right eye, which he kept closed.
He grimaced and quivered in pain as he climbed the stairs leading up to, and in-to, the cage.
Using his left hand, he grabbed a-hold of his right arm, which would not stop spasming as he waited for Michael Noire.
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2017 4:31 pm
Cage match. Interesting. This means if I wore a kilt everyone would be looking where underwear should be, but wasn't. Terrifying.
The healthiest version of Michael Noire in 20 years walks up the stair case in what looks like short socks. They must be extra fluffy cotton because they aren't making a sound. ninja
He looks to the left, and listens, then to the right, and inhales deeply, drawing in the musk, circulating rust and galvanized metal, tasting the air and all its components, remembering the material world, comprehending the present as a fixed floating moment, rather than some eternal experience in ultimate reality. The molecules of his being whirl in step with the cosmic heart beat of his will, manifesting avatar, culminating into the here, the now.
Glistening drops of fresh shower water drip from the tips of his A-line cut, the light bending between tanzanite and amethyst hues. The rich black shadows of his hair are like crow feathers, a patterned darkness offsetting bright alabaster skin and even set eyes the color of ripe pomegranates, light catching like freshly chipped corundum.
His hakama looks like a white silk, heavy weave, with lotus patterns distributed in an uneven but balanced spiral. In his left hand, what appears to be a shirasaya or bokken of some sort of white pine, native to an island of the rising sun.
He steps before his partner and bows gently, a mild breeze carrying a simple fragrance of almond and vanilla.
"You may begin whenever you are ready" He says, finishing in a smile.
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2017 5:24 pm
His right arm kept spasming.
Galvanized metal groaned and rust motes moved and collected about the Alter user, spiraling around his right arm, only to plaster them-selves to both the spasming appendage and the right side of his torso.
Three curved black fins materialized from Kazuma's right shoulder-blade.
The bottom fin exploded in a burst of green Alter energy, disintegrating from the bottom up, only to propel him to-ward Michael.
"Shocking first bullet!" he cried, throwing a right Super-man punch directly at Noire's face.
Kazuma was brash and powerful enough to do almost any-thing for money, smart enough not to take any-one, let alone Michael Noire, lightly, but with gold at stake, he would let no one stand between him and his pay, especially with his Alter at his disposal.
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2017 11:43 pm
Three curved black fins materialized from Kazuma's right shoulder-blade.
The bottom fin exploded in a burst of green Alter energy, disintegrating from the bottom up, only to propel him to-ward Michael, who considered all that potential energy as a blessing.
"Shocking first bullet!" he cried, throwing a right Super-man punch directly at where Noire's face once was.
Noire stepped forward and pivoted 180 degrees sinking to the earth into a shikko position, reaching upward and wielding Kazuma's high speed fist like a drawn sword, Kazuma's fist the pommel, Kazuma's wrist the handle, his momentum adding to the battoujutsu. Sadly, so low to the ground, and with such terrible momentum behind such a heavy blade, his improvised Kazuma-Ken would have to be released directly into the cage wall.
"Indeed, you are quite powerful." Michael says, bowing respectfully.
Somewhere, in the distance, a hichiriki flute whistles.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 4:55 am
"Annihilating second bullet!" shouted Kazuma.
The second fin of what had been a total of three protruding from his back disintegrated from the bottom up, releasing another green burst of Alter energy, which sent his partially-armored body ratcheting for-ward.
In-stead of propelling him-self directly at Michael, or, rather, the cage wall, Kazuma used his for-ward momentum in an attempt to drive his right knee in-to Michael's behind.
Mean-while, Kazuma threw all of his weight at Michael, feigning a pronated left fist in an attempt to grab the slightly larger gentle-man by the left wrist; put his head in the area where Michael's left triceps met his arm-pit; use his right hand to capture Noire's right foot; and drive in-to him using the knee in the butt in an attempt to break him down and flatten him out by falling on him.
Kazuma's right eye peeped open.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 5:50 pm
"Annihilating sec..!" began shouting Kazuma.
Michael could see the writing on the wall. Cut scenes for power ups were the best time to put down showboats.
He could have done something dramatic, like powering up as a supersaiyajin, screaming KANEDA!!! While turning into a pile of junkyard tentacles, or spun around with a magical wand drawing upon the power of some zodiac planet to the tune of fighting evil by moonlight..., but no, Michael knew something his acceleration prone opponent didn't.
He stepped out of the way and let momentum take its course, in a cage far, far too tiny to accommodate an ever increasingly fast cannonball opponent.
A moment later a knee flew at where he once stood, stepping out of the way a second time. A third time, he was forced to take two steps, almost 90 degrees to his opponent, who seemed desperate to hold hands.
"I wonder if you get disqualified for leaving the cage? Or for destroying the cage?" He muses aloud.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2017 5:20 am
Michael side-stepped the Treasoner's knee, taking two steps almost ninety degrees out of the way.
"Exterminating last bullet," said the Treasoner.
The third and final fin on Kazuma's back burst in an explosion of green energy.
He ran up the cage wall, pushed off using his legs, did a back lay-out and landed in a crouch, facing in Michael's direction.
He stood up.
His armor alloy snaked up the right side of his neck, reinforcing the right side of his face.
He winced, spasming in pain as, in another burst of green energy, his right arm disintegrated from the bottom up, being replaced by the alloy fusion Alter.
Three small fins came out near his right eye.
A golden propeller blade replaced the fins on his back.
"Shell Bullet Burst," said Kazuma. The propeller blade spun, rocketing him at Noire at the cost of his right arm.
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2017 10:01 am
Michael side-stepped the Treasoner's knee, taking two steps almost ninety degrees out of the way.
"Exter...." began the treasoner.
Michael Decided this was getting absurd, like Russian Matryoshka dolls painted to look like super friends.
Michael watched the third and final fin on Kazuma's back burst in an explosion of green energy, completing his analysis of his opponent's anatomy.
While Michael watched him run up the cage wall, pushed off using his legs, doing a back lay-out and landing in a crouch, facing in Michael's direction, he set the first link.
While Michael watched him stand up, he connected the conduit.
While Michael watched armor alloy snake up the right side of his opponent's neck, reinforcing the right side of his face, he set up a second link.
As his opponent winced, spasming in pain as, in another burst of green energy, Michael connected the second conduit to the first, the pin p***k entry way ready to open, a floating 0 dimensional fixed point waiting for an opening.
When his opponent's right arm disintegrated from the bottom up, being replaced by the alloy fusion Alter, Michael locked the inertial frame of the floating point to synchronize with the space where Kazuma's arm connected to his alloy fusion device.
When Three small fins came out near his opponent's right eye, and a golden propeller blade replaced the fins on his opponent's back, Michael opened the mouth of the first wormhole to the bottom of the Marianas trench.
As his opponent yelled "Shell Bullet Burst," he opened the other end of the faucet, at the floating point connecting Kazuma's body to his Alter Energy arm device.
"Burst indeed"
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Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2017 1:37 pm
Kazuma's right shoulder exploded in a gout of blood as Mister Noire opened a worm-hole to the Marianas Trench at the point where Kazuma's right arm connected to his body.
Blood slowly mixed with a torrent of salty ocean water, fountaining to-ward Heaven to the cadence of Kazuma's beating heart.
Kazuma was blown to the left, in the direction opposite his right arm.
He teetered, tottered, spun, leaned and staggered, but did not fall, despite being in the worst pain in his life.
He grunted, biting back both the pain and a yell as he closed his left arm over his gaping wound.
Blood pumped through the cracks between the fingers of his left hand in tiny spurts.
"Ah . . . ah . . . you," he said, going down to his right knee.
"Please," he begged, "don't kill me. I'm not giving up."
It was his turn to respond in kind. The propeller on his back spun, sending him a-long to-ward Michael Noire. Despite the fact that he was blacking out from the pain, he pointed his left elbow at Mister Noire's chin, floating in with little to no regard for his own safety.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2017 9:50 pm
Kazuma's right shoulder exploded in a gout of blood as Mister Noire opened a worm-hole to the Marianas Trench at the point where Kazuma's right arm connected to his body.
When the Blood mixed with a torrent of salty ocean water, fountaining to-ward Heaven to the cadence of Kazuma's beating heart, Michael started moving quickly and clumsily out of the way of the impending doom of a 2" pipe channeling 18,000 PSI of ice cold water like a water jet.
He knew it wasn't quite fast enough to cut through the steel cage, but wood, concrete, and more importantly, flesh, wouldn't fare so well. He also became concerned with the volume of water rapidly filling the area, and
while Kazuma was blown to the left, in the direction opposite his right arm, teetering, tottering, and spinning in the worst pain in his life, Michael closed the wormhole links, abruptly.
"Please," Kazuma begged, "don't kill me. I'm not giving up." To which Michael grimaced, having anticipated poorly, a fisticuffs match, rather than a wholesale conflict between dimensional beings.
It was Kazuma's turn to respond in kind. The propeller on his back spun, sending him a-long to-ward Michael Noire. Despite the fact that he was blacking out from the pain, he pointed his left elbow at Mister Noire's chin, floating in with little to no regard for his own safety.
Michael, still off balance and askew on the wobbling wet cage, lifted his left hand between the incoming elbow Braced himself for an impulse break, but didn't account for how slippery the floor had become...
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