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 Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 1:05 pm
His eyes widened sharply - managing just by a bit to force his left hand off course, at the cost of any kind of blow to occur. It shifted along the outer-left edge of his ankle; no pain inflicted, but all the same.. Omi had to commend his opponent, for using his own assault against him. Little time for such an act, however, as the mercenary faced a new problem: Balance. It was bad enough, him being on one leg as it were; now, with a rather dexterous set of motions, Arcanine had freed his weapon from the mercenary's dead-lock.
It seemed like this spar would spell an unfortunate end for the dark-clad swordsman, for the staff whirled about against his backside. The mercenary couldn't evade such a motion. And he well knew it, too. So, at the last moment or two before contact, one counter-action was performed.
In a motion which inspired the saying "An eye for an eye..", he hopped. Lifting his right foot off the ground, using his opponent's temporary grip of the left leg to keep himself from falling outright- and immediately slammed the booted foot down on a new surface, which kept him from being swept outright. Arcanine's unsifted, unprotected right foot. The thrusted-down boot dug in, feeling the powerful admantium metal clash against him; if it weren't for the mesh Omi wore beneath his cotton clothing, a rather sharp pain would have ensued in the rear-anklet - though, it still stung a tad to feel metal strike metal.
Irregardless, the mercenary now moved to end the match. Arcanine was skillful, Omi would readily admit. In fact, in terms of motion & flexibility, perhaps, Arc surpassed the mercenary - though, that would be a matter of opinion. However, there was something the mercenary did have over Arcanine: He never missed an opportunity, however slight. And one, he most certainly had. Perhaps enthralled by the punch heading his way & the seemingly sure-win of sending Omi's legs out from beneath him, the man had forgotten.. this was not a purely melee match. They did, in fact, have weapons - and the staff, powerful in impact and range though it were, did not have a keen edge like the mercenary's own tool.
Simply sliding along the shoulder it had been at earlier, with truely nothing to resist it now - Caladbolg, radiating in it's brilliance, moved along Arc's shoulder-blade rather swiftly- before stopping about an inch or so prior to the neckline, now more carefully coming to the neck. Not quite touching, but the edge was just a hair or so off from pressing against Arcanine's throat.
Meanwhile, the averted hand from earlier - the left fist of Omi, it's homeward punch dashed to dust - had it's revenge, as it merely came over the foot it had so narrowly avoided striking without intention, and planted it's fingertips - all save the thumb - against Arcanine's opposite shoulder. Suggesting that, if Arcanine were to try and shift away from the blade and continue his assault, he would be pressed against the cutting edge in futility.
Exhaling to the side, he gave a casual set of words: "Very good. However, I don't suggest we continue from here; it would seem, I'm victorious in this situation, neh? Trying to persist may cause an accidental injury or so. Care to have another spar, perhaps?" Chuckling jovially but once, the mercenary held the position taut; if Arcanine did try to prolong the current struggle.. well, the situation could, by no intention, prove dire. And he most certainly doubted either of the combatants desired that.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 6:53 pm
Dante entered the dojo in a normal fashion. His attire was as always casual. A pair of black jeans and a loosely worn formal shirt of a crimson hue. They may have seemed to be hardly helpful in battle, but the clothing worked well for him as a shinobi. He had a katana sitting on his back among a few other things that stuck out. His ears and tail were evidence that he wasn't a mere human.
His hands were tucked into the tight pockets of his jeans as he stood waiting for his opponent. A cigarette sat limp on his lips as he watched the doors.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 7:00 pm
What the hell.....
He had nothing better to do while waiting for the third round of the tournament to begin. Dressed only in a pair of black shorts with silver trim, hand and feet wraps, Arian was prepared for a street fight.
Looking over at Dante, he would smirk. "You ready?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 1:54 pm
Dante's eyes glimmered with blood lust as he witnessed his newest prey. His furry black ears twitched upon catching the vibrations of the man's voice snapping from his malicious daze. His facial expression sat monotone leaving his eyes to give off the normal cold look that peered deep into his opponents.
He slipped his hand behind his back to pull a mask from the leather bag that was attached to the back of his hip. The mask depicted a wolf with all of it's normal features. Extended snout, sharp fangs, pointy ears..the works. It was covered in a white base paint with red strokes for whiskers and to line the hand crafted eyes. Although it may have seemed to have been made of a plaster material, it was actually a metal similar to steel on the hardness scale.
A wolfish grin manifest on his pale lips hidden behind the mask which oddly hugged his face tightly with absolutely no space between his skin and the mask. How this was done was unknown to everyone but him.
" Of course," he said as he linked his fingers and extended his arms to pop his fingers.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 2:02 pm
His hands would snap out and slam together as his fingers intertwined until they touched the back of his knuckles. His steel grey eyes closed as the energy begin to pulse from his body in waves. Was it a display of power?
No. Simply put he was releasing heat from his body so the fact that his body tempature would drop to tempatures that would be dangerous for most indivduals. But having spent most of his gaia career around an ice indvidual (setto_lucid) who loved to lower the tempatures around the person body during a battle, this was quite normal to him. With each passing second that Dante allowed him to stand there and release the said heat, it would prove to be dangerous for him later on.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 2:23 pm
Dante stood completely still as he watched the man. This energy that released from his body was observed by Dante through the use of his secondary visual skills. He wasn't disturbed much by this releasing of energy. It was common for a fighter with physical energy or spirtual energy based techniques to do. It would merely put him on a slight alert that the man was planning something.
His own chakra began to fluxuate from his body from all 360 tenketsu, or chakra pores. A 35% output of chakra that pulsed in an even beat to his heart. If one could see this manifestation of energies from his body they would look as though long thin tendrils were sqwirming about from his body looking for something to feed off of.
He had no intentions of having any staring matches. His hand slipped back behind him once more as he bent low. When his hand came back around something would be consealed inside. There was about a twenty yard gap between the two combatants at the time. He would sprint forward at a mild speed in a jagged pattern of unorthadox shifts and turns. When he was about 10 yards away his right hand would come forward to release a barrage of 5 small black orbs. Upon hitting the ground around the man they would quickly explode with a burst of a pinkish colored gas. The gas had a strong thickness to it so vision past a foot in front of you would be extremely difficult. It had some toxic like qualities to it. It irratated the eyes and seemed to cause a slight burning feeling in the skin. When inhaled it would tickle at the membranes of the nose to cause sneezing and, when into the lungs, coughing spasms. Later effects of the gas would arise upon inhaling. The gas would cover a radius of about 20 yards.
As Dante moved into the smoke, a filtering fan in his mask would keep the toxic gas from getting into his lungs. His skin and eyes were protected from the irratation with the help of his outlying chakra. A thin film of chakra that resided just on the top of the epidermis would eat away at any of the toxins trying to touch his skin. He was consealed by the smoke and silence came naturally to him. He was virtually invisible to the average human. Silently, he removed a kunai from his thigh hollster and moved around in the smoke in still odd patterns. He would make no sound.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 2:48 pm
He would continue to drop his tempature for the entire time it would take for Dante to stop moving. Dropping his hands down to his waist as the man started to move, Arian would wait patiently to see what Dante would be doing. When he released the bombs towards Arian, he would find that Arian was no longer standing there in his same spot.
The releasing of heat from his body was in fact an indication that he was in fact planing something. He would push off at about the 12 yard mark with his eyes closed.... he never used his eyes when moving quickly. Increasing his speed to the point where it seemed as if he had moved instantly, Dante would find the reason why Arian had lowered his body heat. When one moves at high rates of speed, their body creates more friction and thus ups their tempature to the point they could combust. During his time with Setto he had managed to learn how to lower his body tempature to keep himself from killing himself. The speed at which Arian moved was equal to that to shunpo, or flash step.
But enough of the story, back to the action. His movement would place him right on Dante just as he released the tiny bombs, Arian's body tempature shooting back up to 99 degreez. His right hand coming up while his body was still in motion as he aimmed a open palm strike to the bottom of the man's chin in attempts to knock his head back rather painfully. If the blow would land, Arian would drop his weight down as the force of the strike would surely knock Dante off his feet and into the air. Dropping his weight to the ground would in essence push Dante down to the ground with enough force to knock him out cold.
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 3:28 pm
The mask that covered Dante's entire face, including 90% chin, would seem to be the key defensive factor in this attack. Dante's eyes were not that of human descent. He could produce images at a much faster rate than the norm. So, as Arian began to move, he would notice immediately. Yes, reaction time was limited, but he would not be as surprised as the man would have thought.
He tilted his head ever so slightly to the left and held it in place to keep it from having any chances of snapping his neck. In changing the position a bit he could stop the straight strike from moving him along with the aid of a backed up leg to help resistance. The hard matieral of the mask that hugged his skin as though it had been there at birth protected him from any form of damage. For Arian it would be a tad bit different. If the open palmed attack had enough power in it to knock Dante into the air then it would obviously have enough force to break his wrist upon hitting something with high density and resistance.
He would have dropped the orbs about half way through Arian's stride, letting them explode around him. About the time that the attack would be finished the gas would be rasing into the air quickly. He wasted no time with this. He held the element of surpise as he had to take no pain caused draw backs. The numbness of his body allowed him to spring forth from the strike that would merely turn his head a bit to come back around with a left armed strike. He wasn't the only man here with a large amount of speed. His arm motion was said to be similar to that of a snake's. It was very sudden and so swift that it caught most off guard. With Arian caught of guard from being swung at only an instant after hittting him, Dante had a strong chance of success. It was a rather straight strike of an open palm towards the man's right upper abdominals. His hand had a confligration like red aura from a high concentration of chakra. This would add force and extreme heat to the open palm strike. It had enough force to break some ribs and enough heat to burn his clothing as well as his skin.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 4:11 pm
A breath.
A soft caress.
Lo and behold, a man makes his way into the Gym with a laid back pace, raising his hand to stifle his yawn a bit.
So....a new opponent?
Who would it be?
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 5:35 pm
She stood in the shadows of the Gym, awaiting the man who had pleasantly accepted her invitation for a duel. As he entered in his casual manner, her lips curved into an eager smile.
She stood at 5'8, built with a petite figure that looked rather harmless. Her hair was jet black, and parted in the front. It was chin-length. Her eyes were a light blue colour, almost grey-ish and very wide. She was very, very pale. She wasn't dressed in combat clothing at all, but instead it was casual clothing. She wore a cottony turtle-neck sweater, and regular baggy black pants with a lot of pockets. Her hands were shoved deeply into the pockets of her pants at the moment.
Everything about her had an air of nobility.
The few other things she had with her, were two Wakizashis that were crisscrossed on her lower back. Her main weapon didn't seem to be currently with her, since it'd be a little too hard to swing a 5'4 blade in close quarters.
She walked towards the man, nodding towards him as she approached. She simply blinked.
"You are the one I am to fight, I presume?
Any special rules you would like to set for this battle?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 6:11 pm
Kicking the narrator out of the gym who was too lazy to give an appropriate description about him, the man cleared his throat, pulling back his cloaked hood to reveal a set of crimson red hairs, and strange yet soft red pupils that were his eyes. Taking in a deep breath, he smiled warmly, giving a polite bow to the opponent that he will fight today.
Standing just approximately 6' 1'', most of his garments were hidden by view due to the black cloak he wore over himself - a perfect means for nomadic travels from time to time. It is obvious that there were torn areas near the underlyings of the cloak, but all in all it gave an impression of experience, as this man seems to be quite young to wander so much.
Two katanas were found dangling at each side of his hips, though it seems to be quite longer than a normal one, as the hilt is extended by at least two palms, hinting of multiple uses for a mere weapon such as his.
Giving a shrug, the man addressed the girl politely;
"Free for all if you wish. However, how about...."not to the death" type battle? No killing the opponent. A few maims here and there should be fine...
But no taking the life of the opponent."
He paused.
"What about you? Any special rules you want for this fight?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 6:36 pm
She shook her head slowly, not being able to think of any rules. Free for all was the way she liked it, and she didn't want to die much either. It had only been two days since her last battle, but her injuries weren't serious enough that they needed much healing. She felt like she was in good condition.
"Free for all will do just fine. Abilities, weaponry, or Hand-to-Hand are all things I have trained in. Though, my most advanced style seems to be Hand-to-Hand.
Well, let's begin, shall we?
Although....I don't believe you've told me your name yet?
I'm Raine, and I'm sure it'll be a pleasure fighting you."
She gave a deep bow to the man in front of her, showing respect towards him. She normally was polite to anyone, unless they angered her or she was having a bad day. Also, she could be a little mean in battle as well...but she was getting better at keeping it in check.
She simply waited for a reply from the man, hoping that after a proper introduction they could begin whacking each other around the Gym.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 6:51 pm
Tilting his head, the man gave a soft look at her face. Giving a light shrug, the man adjusted his weapons on his hips before bowing back. "If it's hand to hand combat you're best at, then I shall see how good you are when we fight, ne?"
He looked up with a sheepish smile now. "The name is Avan Doleres Snow....Yoruyuki as some may call it..."
He paused a bit, adjusting his sleeves as he took a few steps back to give the two distance - say, approximately two meters.
"But Snow will be fine." He finished, lowering his body so that his left leg is shifted back, right leg facing the opponent. The torso is aimed so that the right arm is facing towards Raine, while the weight was centered right between his footings, giving him mobility to move about and shift in position....
A common kendo stance.
With his abilities more apt with his personal katanas, Snow merely had his hands held to his hip, his right hand more aimed towards Raine's position as if offering a hand.
He waited.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 7:20 pm
Her hands dangled at her side loosely, her entire being seemed completely relaxed. She watched him closely, analyzing his entire stance. It seemed she would have to advance first.
She was cautious, since she never underestimated an opponent.
Her right foot slid back against the floor behind her left foot, turning 90 degrees to the right. Her left foot was still facing him. She slowly brought her right hand up in front of her face in a loose manner, so as it wasn't quite in a fist and it wasn't completely open. Her left hand remained at her side in a fist, 'cept it was raised slightly.
She took a deep breath.
Suddenly, she moved, pressing her right foot against the floor and launching herself towards him. She obviously was using a speed that wasn't normal. Her speed was greatly advanced, though it wasn't so fast that the human eye could not comprehend it.
It wasn't very far to run, so it wasn't long before she reached him. As she did so, she abrubtly crouched low, twisting around slightly and bracing both of her hands against the floor. She pivoted to her right so that her stomach was now facing the floor. Kind of like a push-up stance. Except, instead of doing push-ups (cause that might be weird in battle), her left leg shot high into the air in an almost backwards kick towards his chin, with the help of her arms boosting her body up.
She fought with weird styles that required a lot of flexibility, so she was used to these sort of moves.
This all happened within just a couple of seconds, so he wouldn't have a lot of time to react. If this kick should make contact, it might knock him backwards a bit or stun him, but nothing too serious. She hadn't really thrown much power into it, since she was merely testing him so that she could see what sort of power he had.
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