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He stood there, watching her, watching her movements...actually quite focused on her, or so it seemed. "Yeah, Yusake Akimoto, good and all to know your name Alef, but one way or another it don't matter to me." Solumone sighed after hearing Yusake speak, shaking his head with a chuckle. "Doesn't...it doesn't bother you." Yusake gave a glare sideways toward Solumone, growling a bit. "Shut up old man." and only succeeded in making the older man chuckle more. "Right, anyway, let's go!" he wasted no time, making a mad dash toward Alef. It didn't take long for the young man to clear the distance gap between them, sidestepping barely to the left before sending a right kick to the side of her stomach.

Yusake smiled broadly as he saw her falling back, feeling this to be an excellent beginning to the match. However, deeper in his mind there was also the sense of woe coming from what would appear as an easy victory. But then again, perhaps that is why Alef not telling Yusake about her illusional ability is a good thing,a s the punch easily connects with his face. The man prefers a challange, after all...and he never expected the fist which now planted into his cheek. Both eyes glanced sideways to Alef as her fist connected, narrowing on her. He didn't reel back, he wasn't knocked down, and he certainly wasn't stopped by the single punch, demonstrated by his widening smile. Suddenly his own fist came to her stomach, his right fist which was aimed straight for her gut. It was under his cloak and directly in front of her, now that she was very close to him, or would have to be to land such a punch. So not only would she probably not see his fist, but probably wouldn't be able to stop it. Should it hit, she would feel a terrible amount of pain, a true sense of injury, possibly internal bleeding which would cause her to cough up blood. Something about this singular punch was incredible, a sheer amount of overpowering force which, because of the cloak and the close positions of the two, would probably remain unknown as of yet.

He didn't wait, not for any kind of attack, and not for her recovery. He immediately leaped, flipping forward as he did so. Yusake leaped toward where he saw her move, back and toward the left as he turned toward her direction. A kick was aimed as he came down, then swiftly landed with the kick connecting into...the ground?! The floor cracked and a small hole was left where his foot hit, and he blinked in surprise. "What...? Uh...oh I get it!" he grinned again, having turned and seen she was not where she appeared. "Mind tricks is it? Weeeellll that's just fine and dandy. Heh, but that hit you took seemed pretty bad, you sure you don't wanna just quit now? I've got lots more fight left in me, and you sadly don't." he was still grinning, a high level of conifdence built into his mind by this point.

Solumone was watching the entire time, dutifully at that. His smile never faded, head tilting a little one side, then to the other. Thoughts about the fight moved throughout his head, and he considered what Alef's next move would be, hoping it would provide a challange or at least give Yusake a bit of a run for his money, so at least to humble him slightly.

He almost seemed to shift to the left to avoid the fireball, blinking as it came for him. He moved in close when she kicked, bringing his arm in the way of the kick to take the blunt of the attack. His teeth grit a little to her, a slight irritation shown in his face. "Ack, you almost burned my cloak you crazy b***h." he quickly leaped back, stopping five feet away from her before making a second leap back to make a full ten feet of distance between them. "But it seems playtime is over, now you really want to make things serious. It's all good and fine with me, I was getting tired of babying you anyway. You want things to go up a level? You got just that." a bright gleam shined from where the opening in his cloak was moments before the ragged, worn piece of clothing was thrown to the side. As it raised into the air, his arm remained up and at his right, his body clearly visible now. He wore a brown, cloth made vest on his body and a simple pair of black pants followed by tall black boots.

But his attire was hardly anything to be stunned by, not so much as what else was finally revealed. Glistening in the few rays of light was his arm, from shoulder to finger tips, nothing but pure metal. The joints at the fingers were golden, while the fingers and hands were bright silver. The entire arm almost was a silver hue, save for the elbow joint and smaller design points, which were gold. The same metal substance appeared as a portion of his right shoulder, as well as a plate at his lower abdoman on the left, another slightly to the right and above that. As someo f the hair in front of his head lifted, even there was a piece of metal revealed. A small, strip shaped plate where hair covers, silver with a gold bant down the center. "You can call me Yusake all you want, but I think you should also know that to some, I'm known as Artificial Devil." sparks of white began to run up his arm as he spoke, then crackled and flashed, vanishing as quickly as they appeared. "So...you still ready?" who knew just where else his flesh had been replaced by the silver and gold...

"Damn right..." he said with a wide grin. He held his clenched, metal fist in front of his face as the gentle haze of white began to surround it. It was the appearance of flame trails, though pristine and pure, perhaps divine even. "Let's see just how well you stand up to the pressure." his fist tightened and began to shake. His grin remained as he slightly lowered his stance, readying for the next attack. Small compartments in a few places on the metal arm opened and shifted around the arm, which was then held back. The white flames seemed to spiral more elaborately around Yusake's arm, until finally he made his move. His arm thrust slightly behind him, and his feet pushed off the ground. He sped at Alef with a truly intense speed, more quickly then he had in his first attack. Barely any time passed before he was in front of her, sending the fist straight toward her. "Buster...! he shouted, the flames almost completely vanishing from around the arm as it punched forward. "SHOT!!!" his fist shot forward indeed. The mere force of the attack was quite effective, with the direct hit being far greater.

A direct strike from the punch which was aimed straight for her chest would literally send her flying into the wall further off. Traces of the white flame lept from his arm in streams, these white hot streams of flame would cut Alef's body. This was the other effect of the direct hit, the flame streams would cut at her clothing, her body, and though they were light cuts they would all leave a painful sting and draw blood. If she merely avoided the attack was was still in front of Yusake, either his front right or front left, then she would be struck by the resulting force from the hit. This force caused a large amount of cracks to form against the ground in front of him, as well as distort the air briefly. This force impact was in the form of a cone of sorts, and would also hit Alef as the punch would. However, instead of sending her to the wall, it would merely be able to knock her back a few feet, most likely on her back or in a sitting position, with the resulting debris and streams of fire still possibly making light cuts.

[And, so you understand the attack a bit better, a crappy diagram of said attack. >>;;]



[I hope that helps with any questions you may have.]

Yusake laughed after she spoke her words of defeat, happily in fact as he turned to Solumone. "You see that old man? Training! I don't need that crap, I'm clearly awesome already!" he felt a great deal of triumph from victory, and was obviously pleased. "Huh? My attack?" he lifted his metal arm in front of himself again, placing his hand around it. "Well yeah, it's easy, I just concentrate on my power...and like...punch and it explodes!" he said, bringing his arms to his sides with a delighted laugh. "Ah...certainly and entirely wrong. Allow me..." Solumone passed Yusake, opening his hand out to Alef so he could help her stand again. "You see my dear, as Yusake has undoubtly mentioned, his power is that of Light. When this perticular power is channeled and gathered, it exerts a kind of force very similar to that of telekinesis. This telekinetic force of sorts simply releases into the air and disperses, much like the distortion of the air that appears above an open flame. However...Yusake's arm changes that." Yusake listened as Solumone spoke, obviously miffed by the look on his face.

"You may have noticed the chambers which opened on his arm. Those chambers draw in this pure force and store it within the arm before the attack is made. The force gathers, much as if you were to block an open pipe. As the force builds and becomes heavier, the result when it is finally released is quite impressive. When he releases the punch from this build up of force, the waves force the white flames of his own power to disperse and seperate, hence why it streams into such a random series of cutting strikes. This is also why it creates such a heavy, wide area of impact, which also gives the direct hit an immense blunt strike." Yusake scratched his head, sighing. "Eh...yeah...what he says. But I didn't learn it really, I just taught myself, one of the perks to having this thing." he patted his arm, nodding to his own statement. "Ah yes, a 'thing' I created." Yusake laughed, patting Solumone on the back. "Yeah, and your cool 'cause of it too! No worries there old man!" Solumone merely chuckled and shook his head, still with his arm out to be taken.

[Urr yeah...you might wanna look back a few posts. >.>;;]