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| Unnamed |
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 Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 5:19 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 9:49 pm
His blank eyes looked across the sand filled arena once he had entered the southern gate. The fighter, however clad in a black cloak, held himself firm and hid his bronze appearance from his opponent. Humbra awaited the first words to be spoke by his said opponent, whom the speaker declared was some 'Unnamed' person. For the next few seconds he waited.
The metal on his belt jingled slightly from an incoming breeze--letting a small chinking sound to flow from himself. Shadows loomed over his appearance, mostly forming a shadow behind himself, where his normal stature of 5'7 let fall.
Eventually he'd just look out into the crowd, thinking about how large the field was. It was three-hundred yards across with startlingly tall walls around him. He estimated the walls to be somewhere in the range of a hundred to a hundred and three feet high. Whilst looking back from the sky down to his opponent he noted that the fight was actually taking place 300 meters below the ground.
He awaited his opponent's move.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 2:54 pm
=The unnamed walks with that same left-leg limp he always displayed. His two-toned eyes wander over his new opponent. There's something about him. Something he can sense. Humbra? That's his name. The announcer had given it. What has his life seen? What kind of powers would he display. The unnamed lets out a breath as he changes posture into a defensive stance. His blue eye watches the human spectrum. His platinum eye reaches deeper. Now...he simply watches his opponent. His eyes will not wander. His sight will not wane.=
=To be precise, the unnamed angles his left shoulder and, thusly, arm towards Humbra. The heavy chains that wrap that arm seem meant for shielding. They weigh down his body, though. Obviously, they weigh more than any normal human could handle. What would not be seen is that they actually weigh far more than the one carrying them. He cannot remove them. Nobody can. Still, he has no reason to remove them. He has no want. His right arm is angled away from Humbra. He almost seems to be reaching for something, but the audience that can see the unnamed's right hand can see that it does not reach for the card he has hidden=
=He keeps his legs distanced from one another and bent. He's ready to move. The tip of the chains, so tightly wrapping his left arm, begins to move and sway. He keeps his gaze upon Humbra. That, for one, does not sway, nor will it. He almost appears to have a dull expression on that face of his.=
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 6:33 pm
Humbra remained silent, for the moment, seeking to view the two toned eyes of his opponent. And, once he found them, he saw the eyes that would belong to someone self-actualized. It was.. Interesting for the man to view such a being in front of himself. He had only seen such coldness--yet warmth--only in the scriptures of his home village.
So he opened his mouth to begin speaking. A nearly mechanical and very firm voice came from his throat, speaking to the unnamed being," I am Humbra. May I ask why you carry such a large chain?" The words that came from his lips also seemed harrowed, as if he had been parched of speach for many years.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 7:02 pm
=Though his pupils remain focused on Humbra, his head tilts slightly. This is evidenced by the slight shift in his unkempt, blue hair. His periphoral, momentarily, takes in the heavy chains. He has no idea why he was given them. He simply came into being with them. Still. He has come to learn that no being can read his mind, so he knows that polite etiquette requires him to answer. Aloud. His full vision returns to Humbra as his lips part for speech. The tonal quality that comes from those lips, however, might sound dull. There is an underlaying 'three-fold' quality.=
I have no name to give you. Do forgive me if this seems rude, but I speak only the truth.
=He pauses, just long enough for Humbra to take that in.=
You may ask whatever you wish, but that is also something to which I have no answer. It was simply 'there' when I came into existance. If you ask why I conitnue to carry it, the answer is simple. I cannot remove it. Nobody can.
=So far, Humbra is turning out to be an opponent he shouldn't have to severly harm or deliver a fatal blow to. That doesn't stop Lion's Cry from preparing. The tip of that chain now 'springs' to life. If one were to look at it and compare its posturing to anything, it would be to a predator ready to strike. The slimness of chains, of course, brings the image of a snake. The unnamed remains where he is, watching and waiting.=
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 9:43 pm
"Ahh... And I'm guessing your chain is made of metal--created by the being that set you upon the world herself?" His cloak still kept his features hidden, and kept his eyes far away from the unnamed fellow's oddly passive gaze. He remained still, though, staring at his opponent from beneath his blackened hood.
Humbra evaluated the distance between them. It was a long stretch of dirt and rock, measuring to roughly 280 meters between them. This match would probably be more challenging than the last. Hopefully.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 1:49 pm
=His left brow lifts, slightly, as he feels something. Had his opponent just measured the distance between them? Adjusting his right leg a slightly farther back, the unnamed prepares his body for fluidic movement. He may not know how he comes to know certain things, but he has come to accept them as ways of preparing himself. His expression returns to normal as he gives a slight nod to his opponent. So slight it might only be evident by the shift in his unkempt blue hair. However, the unnamed has no intention of leaving no words as an answer.=
I believe they are metal, yes. I, however, do not know if the being that...
=He pauses for a moment. Would the next wording actually be correct?=
...'set' me upon this world also created these chains.
=He hears it. He hears it once more. Lion's Cry barks in his mind. It's not blood-thirsty. That's a good sign. It's telling him to prepare Aces. Keeping his head about him, however, he simply knows it is not yet time to use that. Meanwhile, Staff of Paradox is silent. That's good. He really doesn't want that thing to awaken. At the moment, it's barely a notch of wood strapped to his back, unnoticable. The unnamed keeps his gaze locked upon Humbra. Perhaps this opponent would try to trick his human eye, the blue one, only to find that his other eye, the platinum one, is not so easily fooled.=
=For now, it would be best to wait and see what Humbra's powers are. The unnamed is prepared in his defensive stance, and he is well able to move into the fluidic movement of Blossoming Path.=
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 9:43 pm
He smiled, but the face of Humbra remained unbenknowsnt to his opponent. He looked forth at the unnamed one, though, from beneath the shadowy cloak. The cloaked man then began to walk forward. His light steps let small imprints fall behind him marking where he had just walked from.
His shadow moved slowly, as well, as the gap closed between the angel and the man. A thin rasping sound, outside earshot and eye sight of the chained down being, began to whisp from beneath Humbra's clothing. His cloak clinged to him as he continued to walk, too, and continued to hide the nigh impossible to hear sound.
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2006 10:01 pm
=The unnamed watches, but he is fully ready to act. He focuses his thoughts on strategems. That cloak Humbra wears is a means to an end. Regardless of training, the man could not hide the duplicitous act. Short, the unnamed need not hear or see to know that there is something hidden ready to strike. While he has Humbra focused on the chains of his left arm, his right hand is ready for defensive or offensive action, or to draw upon Aces. His eyes remain on his opponent. The opening strike is nigh.=
=The unnamed is neither unnerved nor superficially cautious. Lion's Cry snakes a little further along. The movement is insignificant enough that a human eye could easily miss it. It is preparing for Blossoming Path. To coil, wrap, and ensnare its prey. Meanwhile, the unnamed is already beckoning Light to him. He forgoes Soul, for the moment. He wants to see what Humbra is capable of, first.=
=The unnamed is calm. Ready.=
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 4:30 pm
At roughly 5 meters away from the angelic being, Humbra halted his advance. He stood loosely, with his hands folded within the overlapping layers of his dark cloak. Aloof in every sense, Humbra stared at the even stance that the unnamed one continued to hold.
His olive green eyes, as he stood there silently, would shine from the darkness beneath Humbra's cloak. Both eyes sparked with calculations, flurrying with tremendous intelligence that spurred motion from every idea. The eyes of a pained scholar that learned the truth of existance, if anyone cared--or dared?--to compare.
And, behind his scholarly eyes, what seriously mystified Humbra was the fact that the no-named fighter had not let out a single angry howl, or even a violent-hinting movement. Nothing. After a moment of thought the green eyed fighter focused upon the unnamed one's face.
"You're not here to fight, are you?" the man asked, rather plainly, of the two toned eyed fellow. "It doesn't seem you have the fighter's 'urge' that most of the people here have. No anger, or a rush, to kill me or any other.. Are you sure you wish to continue in this endeavor? You will be forced to adopt a fighting 'behaviour' to win." A pause soon followed, and Humbra spoke after the said pause," You will be forced to. Either by me, or another if you are lucky enough to win this match without doing so."
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 4:50 pm
=Those two-toned eyes remain level. Though he is in his 'human' form now, the pale glow of his energies would soon become apparent even to those without the Heavenly senses. Interesting for Humbra to ask a question of violence with such a calm exterior. Then again, the most cunning individuals are calculating and manipulative. Not even a smirk appears on the unnamed's face. He adjusts his right foot to be more perpendicular to his left. His knees are cocked and every joint ready. A very low growl, however, might be heard coming from the chains. It could be a trick of the wind, rustling past those metal bindings and through the crevices of the chain-links. That sound, however, is easily muted by the dull, and seemingly three-toned, speach that comes from the unnamed's lips.=
There are other 'urges' and 'behaviours' to a fighter than violence and malevolence. I shall continue this endeavor...
=...until I feel I am done. His tone is even, no malintent. It would appear that the unnamed is fighting for something, or some one, other than himself. He's fighting for something of such importance that he's risking life and limb to do so in a tournement that has, likely, brought together the toughest fighters out there. At least, that is what his eyes might tell.=
=Five meters? Interesting pacing. Perhaps long-distance fighting is Humbra's game. Then again, he may be seeking that thought pattern only to use a burst of speed to get into close-range combat. Either way... The unnamed is ready.=
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 8:24 pm
"You must have the terms guardian and fighter confused..." Humbra sighed, and brought up two scarred hands from his cloak to pull back his hood. He closed his eyes, thinking, as the above sun met his face.
Once shadowed, his facial features were revealed to the glowing being. Scars aligned themselves along his all-too-human visage, showing the pains of his travels to get to where he was at that very moment. A small tear seemed to fall from his right eye, flowing down the right side of his mountainous cheek.
He sighed, and spoke to his opponent," The lands where I come from, Karthanum in the english language, there are books about glowing angels who protected man in ages past... Some of them wore chains around them, like you do now." A small glint of wire appeared at the base of his neck, where shadows still remained to guard the secrets beneath his black cloak. "Just thought you should know that."
Another pause came from him, which was broken moments later," You may give up at any moment. I will not be going easy on you." When he finished speaking his right hand blurred from the sight of both Humbra's vision and the unnamed one's. The hand went to the belt that Humbra had strapped around his waist to take out a metal throwing hammer.
His right arm blurred as he sent the weapon flying at his opponent's head. The bludgeoning weapon twisted in the air, spinning at it rapidly sped toward the very close glowing male. As his hammer flew in front of him, Humbra also began to close the distance between the two beings with a blurring pace unmatched by most beings, angel and demon alike.
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Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 8:52 pm
=Angels? Humbra hasn't yet gazed upon the winged, Angel 'form' of the unnamed. Were the chains that much of a give-away? Perhaps it was the light energy. There isn't much chance to respond, however, as there is, quickly, a hammer and a human darting towards him. His eyes widen as his pupils dilate. It's not surprise. It's simply bringing his throughs to bear. The first thing to deal with would be that hammer. Humbra would find out soon enough what those chains are truely capable of. =
=Focusing all the Light he's gathered into his right hand, the unnamed sends that fist screaming towards the hammer. To any earthen materials, the force combined with the energies would be enough to shatter. If the unnamed is right, however, this hammer will merely be deflected. The punch, in simple terms, moves from behind his body and arches up and around the ball-and-socket joint. It would be a downward trajectory to impact the hammer. At the speed of the four perspectives (the unnamed and his fist and Humbra and his hammer), this blow would be certain. The most likely deflection trajectory for the spinning hammer would be a fifty degree angle above the unnamed's head. The Light not only serves to increase the punch's capacity, but to 'armor' his fist.=
=On the matter of Humba's charge, that had not gone unseen. As the unnamed's right fist arches across his body, the chains wrapping his left arm pulse with energy. The tip snakes its way, rapidly, under the right fist's trajectory and, at a blinding speed, towards Humbra's chest, specifically where his heart should be. The direct implication is that the razor-sharp tip is aiming to impale. Regardless. Blossoming Path has just barely begun, and the unnamed is ready to spring to the most effective point-of-attack.=
=His eyes do not leave his opponent for a second. Of final note, the unnamed would be feeling a slight numbness reverberating in his right fist and wrist for a moment, but he shows no outward signs of pain.=
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 5:48 pm
As the hammer shattered, sparks and metal splinters sent themselves upon both of the two fighters. A wild amount of thin strips of manufactured metal flew mostly into/at the fist that took the brunt of the thrown weapon, probably letting several shining pieces of metal enter the unnamed's right hand. When the flew splinters strayed toward Humbra, their previous master, they instantly changed direction and flew at the unnamed one's chest. Reclaimed, they would charge forward through the small gap between them and the unnamed warrior.
The angel's weapon hit something metal, and sent out a small spark from the minor collision. The lone spark revealed what had been 'rasping' and weaving beneath the man's cloak the in the previous posts. Several overlapping wires had enmeshed themselves so that they made a thick protective cuirass, protecting the fighter from attacks aimed at his torso and midriff.
And, as the spark died out, anyone looking into the darkness of the cloak would find that the wires were trembling in a pond-like 'ripple effect'. From the epicentre, where the angel's attack had hit, a few long and drawn out waves moved outwards along the metal hauberk; distributing the attack over a larger area of the human's chest.
Then, not allowing any delay, Humbra's olive eyes stared forward with a vibrating intensity at his opponent. Be it a zipper, a weapon, or even some random pieces of coinage, the unnamed fighter would find that all metal objects on his person ripping from him. Every metal item flew behind the glowing figure, or brought him along for the kinesis-driven 'push'.
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2006 6:21 pm
=With exception of Humbra's shattered hammer and the chains tightly wrapping the unnamed, there are no further pieces of metal for the man to manipulate. This, however, gives great insite into the man's powers. Metalkenesis. There isn't, exactly, a Momiji to unlock from this display of power. Fire and Earth, maybe, but the keys for those do not move.=
=The metalic splinters of the hammer do not find flesh to embed in the unnamed's right fist. It is enveloped in the energies that protected it as armor, in the first place. The remaining shards, redirected his way, impale themselves into the very light armor he wears. It's more like leather, absorbing the small impacts and not allowing them to go any further. Of course, that is until Humbra calls all metal back to him, behind him. It is in that instant of kenesis that Soul floods the unnamed's body. He is not caught offguard. In fact, the hammer shattering was more than enough instance to tell what might be coming.=
=Upon hitting Humbra's chest, the chain begins to immediately snake its way over his shoulder. It is caught in the kenesis push for a mere instant before Soul floods it. This energy, for the moment, is only enough to keep out out of any kenesis control. These instances of control Humbra is exhibiting are of interest, so the unnamed sends his right hand back behind him to grasp a simple enough looking card, an Ace of Spades, and he begins pushing more Soul and Light to that same hand.=
=Humbra had increased the distance between them once again, but he hadn't left himself open to an attack. A counter would have to wait, for the moment. For now, let him charge more and use his energy. The numb feeling the unnamed had felt is now gone, and the metal shards hadn't impaled anywhere, at a fast enough speed anyway, to penetrate flesh. So far...things are going well.=
=His eyes still watch his oppenent. This time, however, his blue eye settles to watch the chain, as if cautioning it. Its his platinum eye that remains focused on Humbra. It would feel as if he's penetrating to his very soul, watching and observing his powers. Metalkenesis? Curious.=
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