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| Vahn Kyonuske |
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70% |
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| Viper |
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29% |
[ 10 ] |
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| Total Votes : 34 |
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 Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 10:46 am
Vahn Kyonuske vs. Viper
FIGHT!
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 9:55 pm
Feet first.
It's what he was always told to do as a kid.
Go in feet first, and deal with the consequences later.
His greaved boots thudded along the ground even as he pushed forward from the entry way, heading right for the ring. "....."
His right hand ran right through his hair, even as yellowed eyes narrowed. He could feel the vibe of the crowd, feel the tension in the air-- let alone get annoyed by the amount of stifling "hot" heat in the air.
It was literally rippling, as if his blood was just anxious as hell to get out.
The side of his jacket flapped suddenly, even as he placed one foot onto the ring, both hands stuffing into the pockets of his jeans.
Feet first.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 12:10 am
He was irritated, to say the least.
Not visibly so of course, outside his demeanor of detached arrogance was the same as always. But his aura, usually ranging from a steady burn or a wildfire, was popping and crackling like a log in the grill.
If things continued on as they were, this fight was likely to get hot. Not just in the figurative sense either, the air around Viper was already distorted by the waves of heat emanating from his being.
He wanted something more, not just another win. A fight would be good for once.
Viper surveys the arena as he enters, flexing his gauntleted hand and stretching out the joints one finger at a time. Whoever this opponent was, he had better be ready.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 8:01 am
"You aren't going to start doing some groin stretches or something are you?" There was a slight pause towards the end of the sentence, as a hand was raised to cup the budding flame of a matchstick-- a single cigarette being lit between his lips.
Yellowed eyes were lowered, towards the lit butt, apparently ignoring anything in front of him.
"It's a shame.. but the only reason for me being here just got disqualified. I hope you don't mind if I beat you in a half-assed manner."
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 4:10 pm
On the lowest balcony overlooking the broad arena floor, Kazuma stands. From his perspective, Vahn is on the right, Viper the left. His posture is poor as he slouches against the railing with his chin resting in his gloved right hand, shoes crossed over one another, looking pretty bummed out considering he hadn't gotten to finish his bout with Flamo. One "what if...?" after another went through his mind...the intense fights...the money...the glory...but there was no turning back time now; that was Kazuma's problem, and Flamo deserved to win that match. Such was life, and it was someone's position to lose in this tournament. There'd be more chances.
His mouth slowly spreads into a grin at Vahn's words, spoken in a low tone but not so much that Kazuma couldn't pick it up.
"Vahn."
If only the guy could read his thoughts right now....
He straightens up a little, clenching his right hand into a fist as the fabric of his glove audibly tightens.
"Keep fighting, Vahn. If not for yourself...then for the others who give a s**t. For the people like me."
He doubts Vahn will be able to hear his words, but Kazuma had meant to speak them just to himself. These were two of the main guys Kazuma had been gunning for. He can already feel the blasting waves of heat, even all the way from up here, and the tension, the anticipation, the suspense....
Palpable.
This whole fight will be, or so he hopes. Just seeing them in the same arena was worth it. Yusuke was still in this, too, and there was always room for exhibitions....
"Vahn...!" he shouts before the whole thing gets underway, letting him know someone was here, cheering him on....
"...Beat his a**!"
And then he stands back, noticeably grinning, and lets the fireworks go off.
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 10:02 pm
-,- Great. He really needed to get out more.
Not bothering to speak, Viper flicks his hands up and creates a salvo of ten pinpoints on his fingertips. They trail down the backs of those fingers and begin a lazy orbit around the digits.
Quick as a wink, Viper closes the gap. Crossing the space didn't even take him half a second, and neither did the follow up sword strike.
Observers would note that the red glass-like blade that was Viper's main weapon extended from his left sleeve apparently on its own accord.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 8:32 am
Flame-yellow eyes were still down cast towards the cigarette, even as his would be opponent began moving forward.
However, there were other ways of seeing without having to truly 'see'. Hardly before the smoke from his nostrils completely left-- Viper would be on Vahn and Vahn would have already been in his own motion of movement.
Spinning off his right heel, and continuing the spin with his left heel, he'd simply swerve to the outside of Viper as he charged forward, avoiding any frontal assault he had planned out.
By the time all was said and then, Vahn would be standing to the left of Viper, a bit behind him, and steam rising from his greaves. The soles of his boots were smoking and the arena gound's sand had turned to smooth glass, showing the small trail he took.
All this, and of course both thumbs had been hooked into his pants.
"Scary fast, aren't you."
He didn't know honestly if he could have even been bothered to track that kind of movement with eyesight alone-- but luckily enough for him, his opponent was bleeding heat like a sieve.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 1:43 am
Flame-yellow are calmly met by ash-white. Vahn may be moving fast, but Viper followed him without much trouble.
At this distance, with Viper standing in front of Vahn, it wouldn't be too hard for either man to reach out and punch someone standing behind the other.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 8:28 am
True, it wouldn't be too hard in execution, but following through with it was another story.
To be quite honest, if he couldn't see that punch coming-- then he really didn't deserve to be in the ring right now.
Viper would lash out, and Vahn would slip in, to the outside of the offending arm-- his right hand leaving his hip at the same moment -- and come right under Viper's exposed side, aiming to smash in a hard right straight to where the liver would be located.
The blow would come from below Viper'sline of vision, and hurt like ********--- but then again Vahn had no idea Viper wasn't even human.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 8:13 pm
He reclined high up in the stands, having no problem seeing the action on the screen of the little panel set before every seat, but it was only a matter of time before technology failed to pick up and relay the movement of two experienced fighters and you had to use other methods.
He was sweating already, that kind of cool, excited sweat...the kind you get when two fire users go head-to-head in a confined area. These were two of the people he was a big fan of, secretly having been betting on one of them winning the tournament, and seeing them come out of the woodworks to even fight in this thing and then get paired up was a dream come true. He kind of wanted to be down there tangoing with them.
This match, no doubt, had the potential to be a final bout. His eyes shifted a few centimeters on the panel, to the part that displayed the polls.
Tied, at the current moment...and he had yet to vote.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 10:56 pm
Streams of dust floated through the air, tinted emerald and orange, obscuring the vision of this one Clash Kiddick. The rustle of hand wrappings being removed accompanied a sigh of relief as Tac moved to sit next to Clash. He was disappointed that his match had ended in forfeit against one of the many beings tied into his own Threads. He gave a nod to Clash, his reasons for chosing this seat among the probable millions present not clear. The fact that was clear, however, is that he looked forward to seeing this match though, hoping he might get the chance to fight Viper in a later round. It was something he had been looking forward to, something his self that replaced him in this timeline stole from him.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 2:00 am
Of course it was rather easy for Viper to dodge the kidney shot, having not actually thrown a punch or made any other offensive movement. He flashes away from Vahn, and then begins to circle him at high speeds. Watching the other fighter at all times, it was unlikely anything would surprise Viper as he increased his temperature output.
Using the rotation created by his movement in the air, and the arena's barrier as a space limiter, Viper begins to raise the temperature inside the arena. In a matter of moments it would break 100 degrees. The wind was also picking up.
((EDIT: Lol, good point. Fahrenheit is my measurement of choice, simply for the reason that I'm more used to thinking in it and this is just met to be hot, not dangerously so.))
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 5:55 pm
Rynn had been seated a while back when the fight had begun, in the section in the general front-ish-ness direction of Tac and Clash. He had heard this would be a good fight. Rynn's eyes flared neon blue once and only once. His head then tilted slightly to the side.
He then thought aloud...
"I wonder what scale he goes by....or if he does.....I prefer Celsius...it sounds........colder..than....Fahrenheit....."
Somewhere, someone's eyes looked shifty.
It seemed the words came to Rynn one at a time and he only spoke them once they had registered in his mind. Rynn's head realigned itself and he resumed watching the fight. He silently pleaded to a higher being somewhere that he would be able to fight a fire user somewhere in this tournament.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 10:01 pm
So enamored in the mood of the fight, he was already seeing things.
Ah well.
Quick as a rabbit, Viper was already gone from Vahn's fist-- despite the close proximity -- and doing the classic 'I run in circles to confuse you in vain' trick.
Or technique.
Or what have you.
Feeling nothing upon contact besides air, the fist would already have been retracted by the time Viper was dashing about. The temperature was rising and Vahn was aware of it, to say the least. Saves me the trouble...
Already settling into stance, Vahn's lead foot would be planted firmly on the ground, as he began to draw in the heat so generously provided by Viper. His right arm was held back and in the shape of an L, as he began to focus the raw power of the heat.
Something that had not been seen since HoH.
All the while, flame-yellow eyes stared calmly, keeping track of Viper as he slowly began to become acustomed to the superior speed he was displaying. But even if I can see it... can my body catch up to it? Fun, fun...
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 11:21 pm
The moment Vahn would "taste" even the slightest bit of the heat Viper was putting out, he'd notice something right away.
It was... odd, not natural as you would know it, but strangely enough it seemed more natural instead of less. Whatever it is, the energy definately has a signature on it. As if any of the power put out by Viper still had a little bit of him in it.
What that could mean, who knows.
Regardless of what Vahn did, Viper continues to move in circles and increase his heat output. The wind was really picking up now, and despite the other man's efforts the temperature would raise to almost 200 degrees Fahrenheit.
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