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 Posted: Sun Sep 14, 2008 6:01 pm
There was little in the way of tugging as the tail was released from its target shortly after completing its task. Rolling to his feet the sage slid to his soles watching as the masked man skittered towards him in suit.
It was clear that his usual psychic broadcasts would prove unless in communicating during the match. While a foot was rocket towards his midsection the kitsune decided to alleviate two issues.
The loose dust and debris of the crater rocket forth as the Kitsune unleashed a sonic broadcast in the form of a radiating shockwave.
"EVER THE PERSISTENT ONE ARE YOU?"
Though not considerably painful the reverberating force had enough power to send a body back about 20 feet.
(12)
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 5:14 pm
“Ever the persistent one are you?” The telepathic message hit him with such force that it burrowed into his dense mind. Unfortunately it became incorporated with other thoughts in the river of his mind and lost within them before he could realize that the thought was not his own. The shockwave itself blasted him away. Tumbling thought the air, he passed the edge of the crater. Shifting his weight as he flew, his body twisted and turned and landed him firmly on his feet, albeit in a fairly low stance.
He was back at the edge of his own crater. Most of the debris that had been launched into the air had fallen back to the ground by now but the dust still lurked about them. Given the depth of the crater, it wasn’t unlikely that lava would soon start to leak into it and make them a little lake of lava in the middle of their floating island.
X began to walk around the edge of the crater. The dust was thin enough to see through, though little more then a silhouetted image could be seen of either fighter. He kept his eye on Keno, watching to see what he’d do next.
((13))
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 7:04 pm
Parting the dust cloud like the beastman he was, the Kistune exploded forth his silhouetted form giving way to flesh and blood. Rising into a leaping upper cut the snow fox attempted to land a crushing against his masked opponents chin.
Whether or not the powerful blow struck, the sage was already twisting his torso into a spinning whirlwind of a kick.
Though clearly not as focused as the prior sonic wave, the sound of a battle cry could be heard emanating around the fox man's body as if being heard from a distance or through water.
Regardless the resulting effect seemed to add weight to the already dense air. It would seem the old fox was upping the ante.
(14)
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 7:43 pm
The sudden return to action caught X by surprise, usually when his opponents rose from a crater it took them a while to realize what had happened to create it, but not this man. He probably didn’t care, all he wanted was to win this fight, and he didn’t waste any time continuing it. His silhouette took shade then color in no time flat, and though X was sure he would mount an attack as soon as he emerged from the field of dust, the exact attack was anyone’s guess.
The uppercut came from out of nowhere, while his body still appeared to be coming forth, the fist flew up. Cutting short the breath he’d been drawing, his abdomen twitched and pulled his upper body back. The fist barely missed his chin but clipped the bottom of his mask, pulling it up over his face and throwing it high in the air. As the knuckles passed his newly revealed nose, a small droplet of sweat jumped ship grabbed a ride on the super-sonic strike.
When the fist passed his eyes, the un-masked fighter noticed that it seemed to be rotating. It didn’t take long for him to realize that the mans body would soon follow suit. Just as his arm rose to guard, the foot planted firmly into his shoulder and seemed to send him head over heals to his side.
As his feet traveled over his head, gravity lowered him closer to the ground. As the end of the first revolution came to a close, it was obvious that his circular trajectory wasn’t what it was supposed to be. His feet planted down at an angle, and by slowing his momentum he returned to his former standing position only ten or so feet away.
Almost like nothing had happened, the now obviously young man charged back at his opponent, his arm drawn back to strike. Closing the distance in only a few steps, his right foot was drawn back as well, at the back of his stride. As he started to thrust forward, his leg returned toward the ground. Instead of stopping at the ground and adding force to his punch, the punch angled off target and the knee of his leg came up to strike.
His mask was off, and his young eyes were certainly not those of a novice.
((15))
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 8:59 pm
The boy could take a hit. That was good. Most feared taking any damage these days, which made them weak in his mind. Landing with force the ground creaked and buckled under his weight light fissures appearing in the volcanic rock surrounding his feet.
Shuffling his feet as to have his left leg slight raised at the toes, he shifted into a kali inspired muy thai stance to await the approaching retaliation that was soon to come.
The now unmasked boy did not fail to impress. Already on his feet he appeared to already be launching a punch. Readying himself to shift his footing and step to the side of the incoming blow, a shift in his opponents movement at last moment revealed his true intentions.
Having already readied himself to shift his footing, the Kitsune flattened his left foot snapping a low arching kick, swinging forward his right leg. Clashing shins at an angle to diffuse the force, he once more impeded his opponents knee similar to how he had earlier in the fight.
Pushing off his planted foot he proceeded to increase the already forward momentum and possibly throw his opponent off balance. Having already shifted his weight to the right he once more planted the right foot regardless of what occurred and followed with another quick roundhouse from the left.
It had been awhile since the old fox had had this much fun
(16)
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 5:35 pm
“More bloody Muay Thai…” Cain thought to himself. His attack was blocked, but he would not fall for the same hit again. As the roundhouse kick came around, his left arm shot up to block. His opponents shin hit his wrist, and just as it landed, Cains arm twisted around and grabbed firmly onto it. Throwing his other arm forward, he yanked the fox down and into his punch; though the strike was not aimed for his body. With his knuckles perked up for another devastating blow, like the one that had cratered the ring, and sped toward the side of Kendos knee. A non-vital system like the knee was a target he wouldn’t think twice about shattering, but could easily turn the fight in his favor.
This fight was turning out much like his first had, but now that his mask was off, his face was free to the world. It was likely that many of the viewers would know him, not that it mattered now. The fox didn’t know him, nor did he know the fox, so it would neither help nor hinder the rest of this fight.
((17))
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 8:06 pm
The roundhouse was blocked as was expected. Truthfully it had been wishful thinking that the same attack would connect twice, but hesitation was almost as bad as doing nothing at all.
Sadly being decisive did not always have the results one always wished for. In this case he had mainly succeed in getting his leg snagged . Smirking he simply switched his tactics.
Kicking off the ground with is planted footed he aimed to strike his opponent as the base of his jaw. Twisting his torso as he performed this maneuver he would simultaneously torque free his leg from his enemies fingers.
Though unintentional his kick inadvertently would likely strike aside the incoming blow aimed for his suspended knee.
[18]
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 6:53 pm
The heat of battle, truly a warmth that made Cain feel at home. Thoughts had no value, every motion and action was based solely on reflex and instinct. As Kendos other leg rose up, his body moved to comply. As the torque built up in his hand, he simply released his grip, though his hand stayed in contact with the leg. As the kick rose to greet his jaw, he bent down, lowering his head beneath the swing of the kick. His strike had been halted long before when the kick first passed toward it, but another was soon to come.
When the slicing foot passed over his head, he grabbed back on to the other with his readied hand and held on tight. The hand that had first been throwing a punch returned to this action. Now aiming at the back of his opponents calf, he made sure to stay low enough on the leg that the fox’s tail wouldn’t be able to help him; and timed the strike that it would hit just before the Kendos free foot landed back on the ground. All of this happening so fast, Cain didn’t have time to think; he didn’t need time to think, just time to act.
((19))
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 11:15 pm
Throwing out his arms into a handplant the sage proceeded to continue his spin by trading arms and moving around and out of his opponents direct vicinity. Lashing his tail like a whip he hoped to keep the warrior from advancing.
Still moving out of range he proceeded to perform a cartwheel to return his feet.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 12:50 pm
It seemed a definite strike would not be possible at the moment. His knuckled had opened up and latched on to the whipping tail. With a swift tug he hoped to hold the foxes feet off from the ground, though he knew it would leave him open to a free kick or two. Just as his hand grasped, his front foot lifted and thrust down at his opponents hand; he didn't plan on letting him get too far out of range.
((21))
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 3:19 pm
To attempt to grasp a kistune's tail was a fool hardy proposition. The raw movement should have been considered a deterrent in itself, but considering the excellent reflexes of those who fought in this tournament, such a thing was hard to ignore.
Unlike most limbs, the tail was never static in form. When the boys fingers reached out to grab, tail at once relaxed losing all rigidity and pulled easily through the grip with the rest of sage's body.
Almost as if activating a trap of sorts the sage dropped his legs to the splits increasing his hand switching speed. In the next moment his long legs would lash out like the blades of a helicopter.
Were the boy to continue to advance he would likely be battered by the flailing limbs.
((22))
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 3:38 pm
The first kick of the helicopter spin connected straight on Cains cheek. With a little help from the plant of his foot, the force sent him spinning in place. Dropping down to the ground, he extended a leg to sweep out the fox’s arms. His attempt was one he was sure would be futile considering the lightning reflexes that had been displayed up to this point, so he took the strike to the next level.
Soon after the blow would have swept his arms, the rest of Cains body rotated on its side. As the tip of his foot planted into the ground it dug in, creating a cratered foothold in the post-molten floor. The rotating motion was transferred to the rest of his body, lifting him slightly from the ground and with a quick extension of the leg he’d been rotating on he thrust a foot out at the tripped or dodging fox.
((23))
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 8:34 am
What in the hell was going on? The difference between fights he had been in the last few hours was absolutely mind boggling.
Clipping the boy with a blow, he knew by now to expect a par for par retaliation. Once again he was right.
Having been switching arms in time with the twisting of his torso, the jarring of a handplant had disrupted his timing causing him to fall slightly to his left. Without thinking he rolled his neck and proceeded to roll across his shoulders and continue his spin like a top.
Straightening his legs as to not disrupt his spin, he caught sight of his opponents next attempt. Nearing the end of his revolution he once more thrust out his palm and rocketed him himself off the ground rising airborne at an angle away from his opponent. Shifting his weight he proceed to right himself. Spending that much time upside down was enough.
((24))
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 5:03 pm
Even after his final kick, he still had considerable centripetal momentum. Thrusting his palm down at the obsidian floor, he pushed himself up to his feet. Finally slowing down on the flat of his foot, he ended his spin facing his airborne opponent. Humorously enough, his jaw was still cocked to the side and his eyes zoned and dazed.
As he seemed to shift back into a normal state of mind, his eyes started to blink. His head bent left, then right, the crack echoing in the arena. Raising his arms to the bottom of his face, he straightened his jaw with another echoing crack. With his body parts back where they were supposed to be, he continued rolling his head and blinking his eyes. The short confrontation had left him more dazed that he’d really expected it to. It was fun having a decent opponent for once.
Finally, as he seemed to be getting his bearings once more, his jaw started to wiggle. After a moment of seemingly random activity, a wad of crimson mucus shot out of his mouth. The kick to his jaw had left a good mark on his gum line, though he cheek seemed to be fine.
Still acting as if he was dazed, he looked to the fox man, chuckling.
“Well, pretty ********’ nice break dancin’, man.”
((25))
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 11:33 pm
Landing some good 15 feet away form his opponent, the fox sage slide to a stop on the soles of his boots. Grinning broadly beneath his myriad of scarves he rolled his shoulders, the vertebrae cracking with a audible pop. Following suit with his neck he widened his stance eying his opponent from afar.
Releasing another low level sonic broadcast it reverberated through the air with no considerable effect save for transmission.
"I suppose I'll take that as a compliment. Capoeira isn't my strong point, but I suppose it sufficed for the situation. The lack of rhythm weakens its fluidity."
Taking a deep breath the kitsune took a deep breath windmilling his arms forward, crossing them overhead. Exhaling he immediately dropped them to his sides, the volcanic rock cratering beneath his feet.
Shifting into a wushu inspired stance he began to slowly windmill his arms once again. The electric buzz of his sonic broadcast permeated the air.
"Shall we continue?"
In an abrupt explosion of movement the snow fox advanced on his opponent, attacking with a open palmed strike to his opponents abdomen.
((26))
((Would have posted earlier, but I didn't notice Gaia had eaten my post.))
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