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*Sidestepped the thrown bokken with seeming ease, a most basic evasive manoeuvre that caused him to dance flawlessly to the side while his penetrating azure gaze never once left his opponent. Flickers of lightning danced across the shimmering expanse of his eyes, as with an audible thunk the Azuran would imbed itself into the ground to his left, some ten feet distant. It was then that he did something truly strange, as he turned and walked a further ten feet from his opponent's weapon, before standing and facing fully in Azrael's direction, his stance returning to that which it had been at the beginning of battle.*

still smiling, he motioned with his head towards the bokken standing diagonally in the hardened soil. "Pick up your weapon, Azrael," he said in a friendly tone. "It isn't proper for me to touch your bokken."

*Nodded slightly as his opponent grasped the weapon stuck in the ground, his eyes shimmering brightly beneath the shadowy curtain of his bangs. Slowly his right hand curled around the white-bound hilt resting at his hip, his fingers caressing the smooth bindings as his gauntleted grasp tightened. Pulling gently, his left thumb pushed upon the tsuka, a loud click emitting from the scabbard as the elegantly curved blade rasped forth. Glimmering in the sunlight, the cold steel seemed almost alive in his hands, glowing with the pale radiance of a thousand stars trapped within. In measured pace, he shifted his stance so that his left hand joined his right upon the hilt, holding the katana before him in the first stance of his unique style of kenjutsu. Right foot forwards and angled away, left bent more dramatically and coiled behind to give extra balance and support, he watched without emotion as the hand of a zephyr collided with his solid structure, setting the folds of his kimono to ruslting musically around his moderate frame. With his fabled sword, the Tenbatsu, now in his grasp and poised for combat, he felt the surging cry of his samurai spirit welling in his chest, his azure gaze suffused beneath a storm of cerulean lightning.*

*Smiled softly as he narrowed his blazing eyes dangerously, as ghosts of the past danced beneath the crystal surface. Instantly he transformed his stationary position into one of frightful speed, plumes of dust erupting in his wake as swiftly his sandaled feet carried him across the terrain towards his opponant. Because his adversary was lowered to the ground on all for extremities he changed his inteded attack pattern, keeping his sword in a guarded position ready to counter any intended attack from the man crouched low over the earthen soil, as with his left leg he immediately uncoiled the tensed muscles to send the top of his foot soaring upwards to land with a gut-wrenching crunch upon the formation of Azrael's chin, bone and flesh distorting as the impact sent mighty waves of distortion rippling through his opponent's body. Due to the shear force unleashed in that vertical direction, Azrael was knocked high into the air.*

*Having kept his sword between his opponent and himself, it was only a matter of slightly altering the angle at which his katana was kept aloft, the glimmering edge sweeping through the air as he blocked the strike directed at his midsection with unparalleled grace. By very nature of his samurai spirit, the blade in his hands was infused with enough latent energy to send great waves of vibration racing down the bokken still held by Azrael. Shedding the attack to his left, an opening would have to be forced into the guard of his adversary, as he redirected all the weight of Azrael's charge to the side and at the same time stiffened his grip and bringing the grim silver sword in his hands around to connect brutally with his friend's right shoulder, the sword sinking deep and cleaving cleaning through flesh and bone alike, severing the appendage in a splurt of crimson fluid.*

*Chuckled softly as at the same time he twisted his form around, so that instead of his neck the claws of Azrael would bite only into his left shoulder. This, however, would only cause minor injury to the wandering samurai, but would thusly give him the opening he needed to finish the battle. Because his opponent had only one arm remaining, he grasped the hilt of his sword solely in his right hand which was yet uninjured, and swiftly brought the shimmering point of the katana to bear, driving the elongated silver blade between the ribs of Azrael to slice cleanly through the muscular construction of the man's heart. A shiver of vibration raced down the cold steel as Azrael's heart beat a final time, blood bubbling up around the wound. Allowing the momentum of his actions to carry him to completion, he spun swiftly, holding tight to his sword as the blade ripped itself free, allowing Azrael to fall to the ground in a lifeless heap.*

Captains Edit: you seem to have forgotten the rule about killing. only when given permission by me or the vice captain may killing take place in the field of honor thread. this is to insure no one comes back upset that they didn't have a chance at winning the battle, because they were killed while offline. i'm sorry, but this post is against the rules, (#5) it will be striked out & the rp will continue.

with all respect, my lord, i have not grown tired yet sir. i am still ready to fight .

*azrael reached his leg around his opponents and kicked hard, throwing him to the ground. he released his grip and grabbed his opponent's throught again, slicing into his opponent deeply, but still keeping him alive.