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 Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 1:42 pm
So, the kid apparently had pretty good resistance to blows that would've staggered a larger man.
Nothing to worry. Akechi kicked it into high gear as he suddenly spat into the kid's eyes. He'd be needing severe medical treatment after this match to avoid losing the arms, but they would work well enough under sheer force of will for the next few minutes.
"RARGHHH!!!"
If there was one move that Akechi could pull that was definately match-ending at this point, well, he head-butted the kid a third time immediately after he spat into his face.
And he kneed the boy in the crotch. Yeah, not going to see that one coming again. Bony joint would meet what was probably one of the most delicate organs of the body in what was the most amazingly brutal attack Akechi performed in his entire life (except for maybe that time he jammed his flashlight down the throat of a Nazi, but thats another story). The boy had probably never been nut-checked like this before, but he was about to learn how much it hurt. He'd be singin' soprano for a long, long time. Any plans or thoughts he had would likely just fly out the window and be forgotten, replaced with nothing but sheer agony.
Akechi would attempt to wrest his arms back out from the kid's grasp, and he'd boot him in the gut to knock him back and over the the edge of the stone ring.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 2:12 pm
That b***h did not just try to kick him in the nuts. Of all the low down dirty things to attempt to do. Luckly, that wasnt the first kick the man had done and Kaine was expecting another blow from his opponents legs. By this time he had, in a figurative sense, gotten used to the bashing of skulls together despite the annoyance it gave him. At the very least it wasnt hitting him on target. The moment the man attempted to spit into the eyes of Kaine, the exact moment he pursed his lips, he brought his head lower, the wad of wet gunk hitting his forehead moreso than his eyes. Kaine wouldnt even attempt to take the time as to where he could find the moisture to create a wad of liquid in his mouth to spit on him in such temperatures. There he saw it, with one eye open of course, the lifted knee. Oh how dare he.... "Clunk." The knee struck the now visible force of his aura. Oh how Kaine was pissed and what normally happened when a fire user got pissed off.... Well, lets just say it isnt normally pretty. The grip of his left hand tightened around the wrist that it held, its heat growing like crazy while the right hand, despite letting go followed suit.
-Heat Cannon-
It was akward from a standing position to send a punch into the body of a much taller opponent but he wasnt looking to have his punch connect. Almost immediately after letting go with his right hand he thrusted it forward into the chest of his opponent, stepping forward at the same moment. Doing so his opponents arm was now past his body and its target leaving his forearm crashing into his shoulder. Painful? Very since the large man had been putting a good amount of strength into pushing down, but it was better than having a knife in him. Despite its angle the possibly had it would glide by any portion of his body with maybe a rather disturbing scratch of a close call if it managed to slip inside his mythril shirt. His opponents own forward momentum was not his downfall. Of course he didnt have much room to send a full powered punch to his chest cavity specifically closer to the colarbone but there was something there that would be enough... Heat and energy. Even before connecting Kaine released the heat he had gathered into a centered forward burst into the chest of his opponent that was not only scorching hot but filled with enough energy to possible cause some major damage to the mans chest besides burns. Granted wasnt enough to shatter anything in that area but it would be enough to cause a good deal of pain in an important area. Now because Kaine didnt let go his opponent didnt have the ability to stagger back. No, his opponent wanted close range, he would get close range and learn to regret it. With heat that was going to leave some serious burns upon the mans now dried body and energy that had enough power to leave some good brusing. He wondered if his opponent was going to try to move out of his range..... Nope, he was going to force him to submit or at least go for the knock out. There was no water here now to keep his heat from doing the most it could without killing the man. The heat, upon hitting the mans body would disperse around them into the air and be able to instanly be recycled and used again. There was also the problem that Kaines left hand continued to heat up and he doubted that his opponent could keep it in the back of his mind. His left hand lit on fire...
Aura-79%
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 6:40 pm
Edit OOC: After a talk with each other, Infer and I both agreed to edit our past posts to get past a misunderstanding. The corrections end with this post of mine here.
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Low, down, and dirty?
For a little kid using super-strength, speed, some sort of invisible shield, with the ability to generate heat hot enough to melt metal, on a mere human, that was a lot of horseshit nerve. A psionic human, no doubt, but Akechi had already used half of his energy just sending the molten droplets back at the kid.
Except that the boy-furnace just gave Akechi another boost. As the hammer dropped from his now useless right arm, becoming nearly entirely crippled, it was only well that Akechi had tapped into the berserker underlying his basic brawling abilities, and the cauterizing nature of extreme heat, that it had actually helped him.
Probably would still need extensive surgery.Quote: while the right hand, despite letting go followed suit.
Stop.
There were a number of problems involved with letting go of a hand.
Especially if that hand carried a knife, and was also violently pressing down on the thing that had been holding it in place. Akechi had been applying force, now with the obstacle gone, his knife-hand slipped further to the inside, and straight into its goal, which was the child's collarbone. Chainmail or not, the links would probably be split apart by all of that force, and it'd go in deep.
However, due to Akechi's instincts automatically forcing him to shift to his right to avoid the incoming punch, as awkward as it was, the knife missed, instead it'd graze upon the boy's armor with a series of metallic sounds. Akechi's reflexes also saved him from the majority of the heat wave from the fist too. He could feel the blast of power as it grazed his neck, and face and his upper left shoulder. A devastating hit, barely dodged. In surprise, his knife-arm curled back as if to guard his neck.
Then he regained his senses back, attempted to forcibly pull out his right hand from the kid's grasp (no matter how tight the boy's grip was, a small hand didn't hold onto thick things very well), and he'd give him a Akechi-style one-two.
A cross with the left to the face (may also slash across the face due to the knife). And then a gut-punch with what was left of his right hand. The small remainder of psionic powers now kicked into full gear, aiding him berserker rush, cutting off pain signals and generally added as a supplement to his body's supply of adrenaline, which were rapidly being used up in the man's offensive.
He'd continue to press the offensive immediately with another knee to the gut, intent on overwhelming the boy with sheer strength and a flurry of blows.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 7:42 pm
The arm was torn from his grasp, forcing him to stumble forward only to have a fist sent into his face. This was not a plesant thing for Kaine and it did hurt like hell. The second punch, however, was guarded by the movement of his aura. Of course it wasnt focused enough to completely nullify the damage but it would be weaker and not knock the wind out of him. Kaine's face now bleeding from where the knife had just managed to leave its mark, he shifted his body, moving himself to his left while gritting his teeth, rotating around the outside of his opponents body as his opponents hand slid off his aura not even a moment after the punch. His left arm waved through the air with its fingers extended as he moved, cutting across the air where his opponents right tricep was.
Heat Blade-
There was a reason Kaine didnt use the heat he had gathered in his left hand. He needed it for his steps in disabling his opponent. As his hand moved quickly through the air, the gathered heat compacted and extended into a blade of heat. This blade wasnt too long due to the fact he didnt have time to extend it to its full lenght, but that didnt matter. It was a foot in length past his extended fingers and due to their closeness it worked just fine if it were to hit its mark. Its mark was to cut through the muscle. There would be no bleeding from the manuver since the heat would instantly stop it but the damage to the muscle would be done and probbaly leave his arm useless despite his beserker state.
Tantrum-
Kaine had come into the match in a foul mood and his opponent wasnt making it any better. Slowly he was slipping into his own "beserker" state. The flame tendril flickered behind his opponent, moving in what seemed to be the churning air. What did it mean.
Aura- 70%
Tantrum lvl 1
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 5:14 am
And in the time it took for Kaine to manifest his blade of pure heat and cut off Akechi's right forearm (also cauterizing it, thus helping numb the pain (slightly) and prevent bleeding out), Akechi would've struck him in the gut with another winding knee.
So Akechi lost an arm. Big deal. It wasn't spurting blood everywhere, it wasn't making the mercenary's blood pressure drop to make him lose conciousness. Plus, that arm had been burnt even more badly, so the loss of the burnt and torched areas actually helped Akechi. Unforseen consequences.
Akechi immediately punched at Kaine's face again with his remaining hand in another cross. And then he suddenly shoved his entire weight forward.
Body check.
He'd probably knock the kid staggering back with his weight and over the edge of the ring.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 8:16 pm
It hurt, that was a given from the expresion upon Kaines face as the knee collided with him followed by the fist. Oh yeah it didnt feel too good... Then it hit him. The mans body rammed into his smaller one, knocking him over the side of the platform they were fighting on. He landed with a thud upon the coals, throwing his feet over his head as his back touched to perform a small sault that brought him back to his feet if his opponent were to follow him. Thankfully the coals were not a ring out, no rather they were going to help him greatly. Reaching into his pouch with both of his hands he finnaly pulled out the last of his kunai surprises, the heat blade reverting back to simply heat that encompased his forearm instead of his hand. Pulling out five kunais in each hand, each with a blue string attached to their ends, his hands began to flame. Through all of this he watched his opponent so that if he were to make a move he would be ready for it. Now, with some distance finnaly acheived, he was in fighting order. Fighting head on with a much taller guy wasnt the best idea he ever had but what could he do now that the damage was done. At least he had managed to remove his opponent of the use of one arm. Holding up his hands in a boxers guard infront of his face with the kunais pointing upwards. He was ready for the next fase if his opponent was daring enough to step down on the coals that were... cooling. Silently and invisibly, the hot coals under Kaines feet were going from a blazing red to a cool black.
Aura- 70%
Tantrum lvl 1
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 8:45 pm
Sorry, shorty wouldn't be able to see him. Akechi had backed off a bit, out of sight, after he tackled the kid over the edge, forcibly suppresing the berserker in the brawler. He closed his eyes, and hunched over a bit, obviously exhausted and tired. His remaining hand dropped the knife and unslung his heavy maglite flashlight. His psionics now flickered about him audibly as he poured the last of his reserves into his zone of psychic presence. Knowledge was half the battle, and he knew exactly where the kid was. Boy was preparing something. The child's own undisguised rage was easy to detect, even for a relatively unskilled psionic.
"Alright.. what are you up to" he thought softly to himself. He flexed himself. The match would be decided here.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 6:46 am
He stepped back with the assumption that Kaine wouldnt be able to see him. Well in all technical sense he couldnt but he didnt need to. He had left something behind that his opponent had so graciously stepped back into. Kaine wasnt the tallest person but his opponent was quite tall compared to him and being on a higher platform ment he had to take several steps back to go out of his sight. That was the problem. Kaine had left his green burner with the flame tendril attached to it on the top of the fighting platform. His opponent walked right into it. One motion was all it took for the flame tendril, upon Kaines command, to wrap around the leg of his opponent. How did he know where his opponent was? It was quite simple. He "looked" through the flame, he could feel his opponents movements with the flame that was left on the fighting platform. Taking this, he managed to acuratly place his attack. One motion, the time it took for his opponent to forcefully surpress himself, the flame had already taken the time to sucure itself around his leg. "Got him finnaly" he thought to himself as he ran around the arena platform. He threw down a kunai into the hot coals, a string of fire attached to it as means to moderate its heat build up trailing from his hands as he kept moving. Eventually he surrounded the fighting platform equally with the kunais while his string that had now become an orb around his oponnents leg waited for the trigger.
Aura 70%
Tantrum lvl 1
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 8:23 am
Didn't people tend to think irrationaly while being in a berserker state? Kid was pretty lucid making all those plans and stuff, thought he was slipping into one.
Besides, if he seriously thought Akechi would be meditating while something snaked around his leg he had another thing coming. <********> he spat to himself slightly. It had coiled around his ankle, but Akechi was smart. He freed himself by pulling his foot out of the boot, leaving the kid with nothing but a decoy, although he wouldn't know that. Filled with sweat, it was easy for the merc to free himself.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 6:56 pm
Normally this was true for people who went into a berserker state but Kaine was a bit different. He didnt automatically drop into a state where his rational thinking was thrown away.Quote: Kaine had come into the match in a foul mood and his opponent wasnt making it any better. Slowly he was slipping into his own "beserker" state. The flame tendril flickered behind his opponent, moving in what seemed to be the churning air. What did it mean.
His opponent moved. Oh how better it would have been for him to stay still and wait for Kaine to move. Maybe things would have went smoother for him if he stayed in place but that was not the reality. As his opponent placed his foot down, wherever he decided to lay it since it was rather akward to balance on one foot while waiting for an opponent, the tendrils lashed out again. At this moment Kaine stopped in place, the forth kunai set, as he focused for a brief moment on his tendril. Chances that his opponent would get caught again were quite high since the thought probbaly was that once attached it could no longer move. Hell, it was fire and fire was controled easily by Kaine. Once again it lashed out to catch his opponents ankle and since he did not move far chances were still quite high. After it took hold he would continue his endeavors.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 9:48 pm
Well ******** ******** you"
Akechi just punted the boot with his other foot, managing to dodge the tendrils as they lashed out again. No way he was getting caught another time.
Already anchored to the boot, well, that threat would be removed as Akechi continued to recover strength.
Whew. Crazy battle so far. But Akechi had things under control.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 9:52 pm
So the boot went flying and Kaine continued to move around the arena, planting his kunais as he went. Rather than putting down all ten, he would now work on only puting down nine, equally distant from one another. His opponent could recover what he liked, Kaine was already feeling quite well from being around the heat and was actually enjoying it. Only three more to go.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 10:23 pm
Akechi simply tracked the boy's movement, following at a slow pace while making sure the boy couldn't see him.
"God damn its hot" he thought irritatedly, barring the burns, and the cut arm and a bit of a sore forehead, Akechi was actually in pretty good shape. Kicking the a** out of mini-pheonix-superboy.
"'Cmon ya p***y. Get up here and fight" he called out.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 7:12 am
Irritating. That man was quite sure of himself and the match wasnt even over yet. Two.... he called out in his head as he continued his movement around the arena. A little more time passed before he placed the final one around the fighting platform. Clasping his hands together, removing them shortly afterwards, he transfered all the tendrils to his right hand while a flame in his left hand still remained present. Jumping up like he had dont at the begining of the match, he caught a hold of the arena edge and pulled himself in, a single kunai left. "Well im here you a**." he said with a bit of a snarl. The flame in his left hand merely sat there, growing larger with each passing moment and much hotter as he held the last kunai in his right hand, moderating the heat so that its effect woulding activate. Walking slowly towards his opponent a smile was upon his face. Two more flames erupted beneath his feet and began to grow like the fist in his left hand. He waited for his opponent.
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