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 Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 3:33 pm
"Damn it, I knew we'd have to fight him. Hopefully we can adapt to each other and effectively attack him..." Aizakku sighed as he watched for a moment, Katsurou Taichou with his sarashi, the other one using it to wrap himself up as well. Aizakku didn't actually have anything to do something like that with, as far as hand-to-hand combat went, Aizakku expected training in that a little later.
But then, he suddenly got the urge to punch his 'partner' in the head. "Don't tempt him." Aizakku whispered to Lephisto. The last thing the pair needed was for Bullene to get angry and kill them both. He had been tying a complicated knot on his zanpakuto to keep his blade from flying out of its sheath. "Try and keep up, eh?" Aizakku whispered again.
In this particular fight, Aizakku and Lephisto would need every advantage they could get. Aizakku suddenly whipped his arm out and threw his zanpakuto at Katsurou Taichou, with the knot it was guaranteed that the blade would stay put. Aizakku ran after it, it would serve as an excellent distraction, or at least make Bullene defend up top while Aizakku attacked below. Lephisto would have to work from there. Aizakku had a slide tackle ready, prepared to grab at the Captain's ankles should he jump or something similar to avoid him. Or even just for Aizakku just needed to defend himself.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 3:46 pm
'THUNK' Went the sound of a sheath upon the ground. Bullene had caught the flying zanpakuto. Gripping just below the tsuba (guard) on the saya (sheath), Bullene shoved the end of the zanpakuto into the ground just in front of him. He had placed it perfectly. The foolhardy shinigami who had attempted to make a ruse slid straight at the stuck blade. The blade shot right between the shinigami's legs, though he did not stop sliding. Bullene stuck out his right heel, keeping his left leg in line with the zanpakuto. He had set it up so that simultaneously, the captain's foot would collide with his chin while the zanpakuto would collide with Aizakku's privates. Ignoring any cry of pain from the Shinigami, Bullene reprimanded him. "F**k around like that on the battlefield and that isn't the only thing that will hurt. Now stop with the stupid tricks and actually use common sense!" Squad 7 Captain
Bullene Katsurou
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 4:26 pm
Rokera studied the scroll intently, deeply intrigued by it's contents. "Kenpo Karate." Rokera said to himself. The first page of the scroll held a golden code, embellished and underlined, that was read as the following:
"I come to you with only Karate, my empty hands. I have no weapons, but should I be forced to defend myself, my principles or my honor; should it be a matter of life or death, of right or wrong; then here are my weapons, Karate, my empty hands."
Dutifully memorizing the contents, Rokera's mind reeled with concepts, motion, stances, and this one sentence: "The art itself is tailored so that it may be adjusted to ones strengths." Deep in thought, Rokera walked off to find his own space, and settled into what the scroll called an "attention stance", with knees shoulder width apart and slightly bent, arms cocked at the sides.
Okay, rapid fire movements, and energy manipulation. Rokera closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He exhaled slowly, in order to get his chi flowing, according to the scroll. A steady stream of reiatsu began to creep into his limbs, making them tingle. Rokera fired his left fist outwards, a blur of motion. Then, he fired his right. He alternated hands, the air whipping around his robes from the speed and force of the blows. Now add in different strikes! Rokera, at this time, had fallen back into a fighting horse stance, which was simply a standard battle stance, right foot back, left in front, staggered to give stability.
Chops and backhands began to fly as well. His foot whipped up and around in a crescent kick, while the other used the outward motion on the other side to fly upwards into a wheel kick to the invisible enemy's face. The scroll had also held a chart with the human body on it, covered with red dots, which stood for vital points on the body. Imagine them there. Strike them, hard, and fast! Needle fingers struck out like flying daggers, a barrage of deadly blows. Finishing with one final vertical punch to that invisible man's solar plexus, Rokera stopped, his chest heaving. Sweat poured off of him.
The concept...now it makes sense. I don't need to fight with my weapon, for I am the weapon. And if I am good with a real weapon, then I must make my body become the sharpened steel of my blade! Deadly, and unyielding. His eyes scanned the large expanse of dirt, finally honing in on a boulder nearby. Rokera smiled. Knives are sharpened on whetstones, correct? He jumped across the grounds until he reached the boulder. With a roar, he punched the boulder with full force, cracking it. His arm went numb, but he followed right around with his other good hand. The boulder rocked with the force, stone chips flying into the air. Rokera gasped, pulling both of his throbbing hands out of the rock. "Better hit fast, not hard..don't have time to break my hands on this." So, he began his routine again, this time hitting the boulder. He was slower this time, but he emphasized on perfect form, each strike tailored for maximum speed and power.
Rokera felt the energy flow through him. Each strike resounded firmly in his nervous system, giving him feelings. A battle flow, of sorts.
Weave like the wind itself! Rokera pretended to dodge a powerful kick. Like a wisp of air, he floated away from the attack. The wind itself seemed to dance around him as he became it, the power from the imaginary kick floating past him.
Flow like the waters of the sea! His opponent threw a straight punch at him. Rokera's hand simply guided it past his head, parrying the energy past him, while using the motion to flow forwards.
Be as solid as the earth! His feet pushed into the earth, as his muscles hardened, standing strong. The earth cracked with his force as he anchored himself.
Now, explode, as fire! His fists blurred as he rained down a hail of blows, shattering pieces of the rock in front of him. He cocked his right fist over his head, and threw all of his force into a hammer fist. The rock practically exploded, turning into dust and pebbles.
Rokera sighed, rubbing his sore muscles. This Kenpo takes tons of energy out of you. My muscles are pretty much dead. Just shows how much harder I need to train! Rokera settled into a fighting horse stance, and began his form and speed routine again. Can't stop until Bull-taicho says I must. Even if he gives me the option to, I will continue unless it is an order.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 5:04 pm
(Really? You went there? Jerk! Anyway, just for reference, generally a slide tackle is done on a person's side with the other leg pulled up a bit to avoid such contact. Just sayin'...)
Aizakku blinked and grasped himself. There was now a possibility that if he ever wanted children, those hopes would be destroyed. "Holy flying anything for that all that is good!" Aizakku was furious, and in just as much pain. Much less his chin though, he barely even felt that. "b*****d..." Aizakku thought as he thought about his next move for a moment.
Katsurou Taichou was still standing above him, potentially good for Aizakku, or it could just be worse for him. "Gotta fight through the pain! Now if only the other guy would try something!"
Starting from his side, Aizakku kicked out with both feet. One for Bullene's ankle, the other for Bullene's own groin. The way he kicked scissored Kutswa, pinning it safely between his legs and to the side.
(Length blah...)
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 5:27 pm
((I imagined it almost like an open 4 stretch... I know what a slide tackle is. Also, that is a good lesson. Be specific. If I happen to say only "Hand" without having referred to it before with any specific side, you can take advantage of that. This is also a strategy lesson. If you leave simple openings, you won't))
Bull pivoted off his left foot. Rotating 90 degrees. His thighs locked around Aizakku's upward-bound foot. "Revenge will not lead you to righteousness." He said, reminding him of what had just occurred. Though, catching his ankle wasn't all Bull had done. In the process of his pivot, Bull's own foot caught the back of Aizakku's ankle-bound knee. Manipulating the joint with his foot, Bull caused the leg to bend at the knee, even though the hip still rotated, causing Aizakku's foot to miss, along with his knee.
"Manipulation of the joints is key while using Jujitsu." Bull said, disappearing for a moment, releasing Aizakku's limbs. He reappeared only a few feet away. "Get up off the ground." He said. "You are more vulnerable to attacks while there." He gestured upward. "You are a mess." He said, not only indicating the state of his outfit, now covered with dirt, but his form. He didn't think any of his attacks through. He may not have noticed, but Bullene hadn't actually made an attempt at an attack at Aizakku yet. Though, it was clear that Bullene was dominating this encounter. Even though Bull wasn't trying, he still wanted a challenge. "Why don't you try using your arms and hands a little more? Fighting with your legs is far too messy for a beginner."Squad 7 Captain
Bullene Katsurou
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 5:37 pm
She took her criticism as gracefully as she would any criticism, though words from her captain carried infinite more weight than any from another being. If he claimed she was too messy, then-- despite her own feelings on the matter-- she was too messy. Her expression was unsuprised as he picked away at what she could do; it was only natural for him to expect the best out of anyone. In fact, if she had cared to take the time to examine herself thoroughly (or at all), she would perhaps realize that she was somewhat ashamed that she couldn't yet measure up to his standards. Even so, if he saw the possibility of improvement within her, she had no choice but to fufill the promise.
It was with this in mind that she accepted the scroll offered to her with the slightest nod of her head, acknowledging her failure to meet his expectations with silent agreement. While she did not believe cleanliness in battle to be of any particular importance, it was clear to her that it had better become important. Her current, honed fighting style was meant for mass-slaughter, not precision accuracy.
She clutched the information in her hand and simply strode to her own little corner of the training grounds. She unrolled the scroll, clear eyes disseminating information the moment it was read. She licked her lips and tilted her head preaditorily as Snake Kung Fu unfolded before her eyes. She couldn't decide if she was impressed or not with the material she was being instructed to learn. It was an ancient style, which lent it credibility, but its age also gave it the distinct disadvantage of being familiar to anyone well-read in martial arts. She pursed her lips.
If she wished, she could analyze the scroll all day and night, but such an approach was unappealing and dry. She simply sat on the hard soil and read through the presentation, never looking particularly interested or disinterested, one way or another. Instead her gaze was one of placid duty, as if she didn't have a strong opinion one way or another. (There's always the chance that this was the truth.)
Without putting down her scroll or taking her eyes off the words before her... without even uncrossing her legs, Svetlana whipped her right hand outwards, a small knife dangling between her fingers. The movement sent ripples through the surrounding foliage. Again, with the same puppet-like action, keeping her trunk immobile and her limbs sinewy, her left arm replaced her right in a snapping motion. This time, the loosely-held knife was tucked in her palm and planted itself three quarters of the way around a thick nearby trunk.
It was moments like these that Svetlana was most grateful for the flexibility of the body. The way she could manipulate joints and loosen muscles was nothing more than an extreme asset to her, and the more she made small applications to the kung fu styling, the more she viewed it as an asset. There were certainly ways to integrate this style in close combat, and she was growing pleased at the idea of taking a strong enemy by suprise, using armor chinks to her full advantage.
Advantages were one of the few things Svetlana actually liked. She would be pleased to utilize this in training, against a dummy or animate sparring parnter. This style would allow her to partly move away from the ripping of flesh she currently utilized and would force her to move towards tactical stabbing. She would have to kiss brute force goodbye.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 3:55 am
"I'm not looking for righteousness." Aizakku thought. Aizakku used the moment he had built up to basically spin up to his feet after Bullene moved away. Catching his zanpakuto from the air he set it back down on the ground and slid it off to the side. He would likely never toss his zanpakuto to the side like a discarded toy. He loved his sword and would never intentionally harm it. The part where he threw it at Katsurou Taichou was because he had expected him to catch it, though not the thing he did afterward.
As Aizakku straightened himself up, he took a deep breath. Taking his hands and motioning with his diaphragm he started to get into a defensive stance. His feet were aligned, pointed at Bullene, and his hands were as well. His right hand faced the left and was above his left, that was facing the right. The style he was using was meant to redirect the opponent and go with the flow from there. He'd seen it in one of those awesome Kung Fu movies, or read in a manga somewhere. He couldn't really remember too well. It's wasn't like he could think straight anyway. "It's harder to manipulate your joints if we're attacking you. So..." Aizakku trailed off. He hoped Lephisto would help him sooner rather than later.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 3:57 pm
((*Headdesk* You really don't listen, do you? I'll wait for Lephisto.))
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 2:32 am
Lephisto changed his stance into attack stance instantly as he saw Aizakku form into his defensive stance. "Here goes nothing! I guess we can't beat you just defending Taichou, the best defense is offense!", shouted Lephisto. Scared of his Captain, shaking heavily; he dash furiously towards him. What? Where did he go?, he thought. His anger clouded his judgement, he couln't sense his Captain's presence. Lephisto went flying across the glimmering sky into the ground.
The poor lad got up and angrily yelled "Damit!". He got back up on his two feet and straightened himself up. Out of breath, Lephisto tried to grab onto his Captain's leg but failed miserably; he got kicked in the face multiple times. The anger rushed into his veins igniting the adrenaline within him, the young man starting to maneuver his hands around. What he was actually planning was try make reiatsu flow into him so he could gain enough strength to catch his captain so Aizakku could deliver some blows onto him. "Hurry Aizakku, We must do something now!", shouted Lephisto. The man knew they had to work together if they wanted to atleast deliver one blow to their captain.
{(Sorry, I thought it was Godmod but I got confused :s)}
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 12:40 pm
Lephisto Lephisto changed his stance into attack instantly as he saw Aizakku form into his defensive stance. "Here goes nothing! I guess we can't beat you just defending Taichou, the best defense is offense!", shouted Lephisto. Scared of his Captain, shaking heavily; he dash furiously towards him. What? Where did he go?, he thought. His Captain suddenly disappeared, as he turned his head upwards he saw his Captain diving down towards him, it was too late. Lephisto went flying across the glimmering sky into the ground.
The poor lad got up and angrily yelled "Damit!". He got back up on his two feet and straightened himself up. Out of breath, Lephisto tried to grab onto his Captain's leg but failed miserably; he got kicked the face multiple times. The anger rushed into his veins igniting the adrenaline within him, the young man starting to maneuver his hands around. What he was actually doing was trying make reiatsu flow into him so he could gain enough strength to catch his captain so Aizakku could deliver some blows onto him. The man ran towards his Captain with a smirk on his face and punched him in the face, he quickly pivoted behind his captain and grabbed him from the behind holding him in place. "Hurry Aizakku, this is the time!", he was certain for sure that his Captain would lose....
You literally just FAILED at RPing.
3 Words for you: Go. Edit. Now.))Squad 7 Captain
Bullene Katsurou
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 1:23 pm
Sorry for that, I edited my post
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 6:59 pm
((Just taking out the parts that you did incorrectly doesn't work. You literally have to REWRITE your post.))Squad 7 Captain
Bullene Katsurou
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 1:30 am
((Wow Bull, seems as if you are having fun...^^))
Hopefully I'll be able to get something accomplished... Kanda thought as he slowly ambled towards where he felt the reiatsu of a few other shinigami along with his Captain. His left hand was resting comfortably on the hilt of his zanpakutou as he spotted the shinigami in the distance and made his way over. Kanda stopped just about ten meters or so from them after realizing that they were currently sparring. "I guess it would be best if I did not disturb their training session," he thought will walking just a few feet closer from where he was before. With a sigh, he took a seat on the hard ground and began to examine the fighting styles of the four shinigami, making note to pay special attention to his Captain's. This information could become useful in the future, or I could just be a bit too cautious about things... he thought to himself while beginning to disregard the fight. Kanda laid back onto dirt ridden ground, gazing deeply into the seemingly endless blue sky. "It's such a nice day. I wish father could have seen it," he said with a smile on his face. Kanda began to think about all of the memorable times him and his father had together. "Do you remember what you said to me that day?" the shinigami asked as he closed his eyes. Kanda gripped the necklace that his father gave to him the final time they spoke before continuing. "You told me to always keep my ideals above all else and to keep my chin up." His grip on the charm increased as he became teary eyed. Kanda opened his eyes again and blinked once, sending a single tear drop rolling down the side of his face. With a deep breath, he wiped his eyes and regained his composure. Thank you father... he thought to himself while standing up to brush all of the dirt from his kimono. "I guess I should get closer," Kanda said while walking to where he was only about twenty feet or so from the fight. To his left, he noticed a conveniently located rock which he soon took a seat on in order to watch the training progress.
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 7:17 am
(( After seeing Kanda post something like this, I thought I might aswell, just because I was itching to do some RPing. ))
Kaisho watched as the seated members of Squad 7 trained rigorously, inspired by his first formal meeting with the Captain of 7th Squad, Bullene Kutsurou. Seeing his adept fighting skill and sense of pride towards his position, Kaisho realised that in enrolling to Squad 7, he had made a good first choice. As a new and unseated member, he watched the training progress, astounded at how even some of the slower members of the seated group were almost untraceable by his eyes. Their hand-to-hand combat, though stated by the Captain as rather sloppy and inflexible, naturally far exceeded his.
“So that is what shunpo and real hand-to-hand skill looks like…” Kaisho murmured in wonder, understanding the level of complexity and speed as something he had never experienced, or even seen before for that matter. The speed and combat skills he attained in life, though quite impressive as far as humans go, would ultimately amount to nothing unless he scrapped them, for the most part at least. Kaisho edged further, gauging a safe distance as he did so, deducing that a rock not so far in front of him was the safest place to watch. He walked over to it, noticing that another new member had also been watching. He coughed slightly to give the man a sign of his presence, to which the man turned around.
Thankfully, he recognised the person sitting down as Kanda, whom he had a brief conversation with prior to enrolling. They had talked about their feelings about being a Shinigami, and parted ways soon after that, neither realising that they would meet again in the same squad.
“Oh um, hello Kanda-san. May I sit with you?” Kaisho asked politely, a calm smile forming on his lips.
(( By the way, is my RPing fine? I've been considered as a very good RPer by people on another forum, but obviously you guys may think otherwise. ))
NOTE to Kyground: Attacking is easier when it comes to manipulating your joints. You can manipulate numerous joints in order to chain attacks together without having to stop and think in between, thus needing to think of more than one point to aim for before you actually go into offence.
Defensively, you have to acknowledge what attack is coming, a way to defend against it, and then an appropriate counter given your body's current position. You can't read your opponents mind, so the defender has to rely on being able to react quickly or anticipating attacks elswhere, meaning that if you aren't anticipating a second attack, chances are you won't react quickly enough to it to be able to manipulate your joints in order to block or evade it.
I mean, ahem... Sorry Bullene... it just bugged me that he couldn't grasp you meaning. Saying that, I probably haven't either...
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