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 Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 4:33 pm
Suddenly.. He appeared.
There was a blur, and a small 'whistle' from the wind being distorted slightly.... Now, Kuuri lay crouched low to the ground, his legs open to mimic a 'spider-man' pose... His arms swung between the gap in his bent legs, hanging limp-like.... Kuuri's face, overall, was blank but in a bored sort of fashion.... He wasn't here for the reasons others might be here for.. In fact, he didn't even know what the 'prize' or 'point' was for this fight.. so he made his own 'Point' to it all, just to bring his drive to full force...
"I'm gonna prove.. My existence." He spoke sternly to the empty area, before rolling back in a swift blurring motion.. the wind whistled with every move he made, signaling his visible, but still immense speed... He, within a second or so, had rolled backwards to his back, curled, then popped up acrobatically to his feet, standing idly... His eyes dropped, and grew heavy as he pursed his lips, awaiting his opponents....
[TIME TO PROVE I EXIST.. LETS FINALLY SHOW OFF THOSE FLYING 782,000 MPH FIST O:<]
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2009 7:51 pm
Yuhng sauntered lazily into the arena, whistling a cheery tune as he stuffed his hands into his jean pockets, digging around for a mint. It had been a lovely day so far - not a cloud in the sky, not a customer in his pastry shop, and not a person to spend Valentine's Day with. Not that he was bitter about the whole situation. In fact, he had been looking forwards to the fight more than anything. So far his interactions with shinigami had been limited, so this "Kuuri," regardless of whether he was unranked, seated, or crew, would be an interesting fighter. As for "Ky," Yuhng had heard a few of the other quincy back at headquarters discussing the Bount. There was notoriety about Ky, no doubt, and Yuhng was more than interested in watching the prowess he would display.
Finding the mint, Yuhng popped it into his mouth, at the same time spotting the first opponent, swinging his arms in the arena. More carefree than cautious, yet not aggressive, Yuhng approached the person, trying to discern if it was Kuuri or Ky. Since he seemed to lack any apparent dolls, Yuhng was going to assume it was Kuuri. However, assuming was never good, so Yuhng stuck out a hand to the man instead, starting the introductions, "Hey, I'm Yuhng, the quincy. What's your name? Who're we still waitin' on?"
Waiting for a reply, Yuhng tried to assess the attire of the other contestant. Regardless of the flamboyance of the clothes, it made Yuhng feel far too casual. He was wearing a basic pair of flip-flops with braided thongs, faded jeans, a loose t-shirt, and a half buttoned-up, blue striped shirt over. If anything, he seemed dressed for a day off rather than a fight. Even his short black hair was raked messily up into uneven spikes with no sense of direction. The only semblance of seriousness on him was the silver cross that hung from a thick, plaited chain over his t-shirt, sparkling in the light.
(( INTRO ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 6:25 am
((Intro))
As the two fighters awaited the last entry of the third, a tall, shadowy figure formed in the darkness. If one were to look closely, the figure looked somewhat like a large, heavily armored humanoid thing as it carried a smaller, more human-sized figure atop its left shoulder. The hard, noisy clunk of metal hitting against randomly scattered pieces of rock and dense soil grew louder and louder until finally the noise stopped. The moon shining above them illuminated the figures' identities as both of them stepped onto the concrete ring.
The tall figure was, indeed, a heavily armored humanoid thing, standing at about seven to eight feet tall while the more human sized one atop its left shoulder was a man wearing a weird hat and a monocle. He had long, silver hair which the wind gently caressed as strands of his hair danced with the direction of the wind. He wore clothes which hinted that he was from the elite class, starting from his French-designed long-sleeved shirt with a white couffeur cravat around his neck, raven-black leather trench coat, which shined as the moon's light reflected off it to the red and white, fitted leather pants, which showed off his toned leg muscles, hardened after countless years of training under the world's best, to his blood-red, gothic-looking shoes.
Crossing his legs and then resting his right elbow on top of the armored humanoid figure's helmet, he rested his cheek on his fist and closed his eyes as he gave out an audible sigh. He didn't say a word nor even tried anything aggressive whatsoever towards the other two people there as the high level of reiatsu he possessed already told the other two there what he wanted to say. In fact, he didn't even care that there were two people there, waiting for him at all. All he knew was that he was just going to fight two people whom he had never met nor fought with, an easy enough task when you're leader of the Bounts.
Although this blatant display of such confidence about the fight was more than enough for the other two there to consider it as an act of sheer arrogance, he had more than enough power to back it up. He's fought with and against the best of the best the world had to offer, and each and every time he grew stronger from them. This fight is merely one of those fights in which Ky expected to gain something in return in the form of experience. He just hoped that the other two there would prove to be more of a challenge than what he perceived them to be. Of course, he didn't need to introduce himself to them since he knew that one of them already knew his name since he was a Quincy, based from his unique spiritual signature, while he felt no need to tell the other one of his name since he was planning on making this quick anyway.
The stance he and the armored figure took was casual. They neither looked as if they were on guard or they were about to attack as they just remained in the same position, unmoving and adamant. All he had to do now was wait, wait for the two of them to make their moves and expose their weaknesses, leaving them wide open. Quickly growing a bit bored, he yawned and waited for the other two's move.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 5:11 pm
Kuuri gave a smile, looking up at one of the combatants... He didn't shake his hand, but it wasn't on purpose... he simply nodded to him, and awaited the third combatant.... Within a short while... 'They' appeared.... A set he'd seen as strange.... Some large creature of a man, carrying some rich-looking 'Analytical' types... The man's appearance was smart, and gave Kuuri the thought of him being a 'thinker' or 'strategist'... At the same time, he kept eye on the large 'Thing'.... He shook his head at its size, as it was literally almost three times his size!!
He, self consciously, walked towards it and looked up.... Further accusations said it was in fact, exactly twice his height... "Henh... I should hate being short the most at this moment.." [Hitsugaya Sized Literally..xD]
He nodded at the armored creature, acknowledging it more then the man for a reason.... His smile had faded, and now.. his eyes drooped once more.... He was a small, harmless looking boy with seemingly no chance at winning against a fly.... He looked up at the monster and sighed once more.. "We're supposed to get started, and your closest so... I say we get going..Aye...?" His head dropped, and he laughed to himself beneath the messy spiked hair...
He... Disappeared!?!
Suddenly, Kuuri was seen in mid-air, just to the left of the large 'thing'.... His entire body was a complete blur, frigid and moving about at a super-sonic speed..... He now let out a flurry of impossibly speedy blows in mid-air... It seemed a 'heavy' presence radiated from his body, and now his fist held a heavy super-human strength behind them.... His 'Pressure Point' was automatically activated, and now he seemed much more...Formidable.
Now, the blurring four foot tall shinigami unleashed his flurry of impossible blows, heading for the large creatures torso, ribs, and left shoulder.... His fist, mid-fighting grew in speed partway... His right arm suddenly grew heavier, and was slightly slower then the other [Still blurring though].. but its blows were seven times stronger... The left was truly a blur, goingback and forth with no possible rythim to follow, and a pointed edge enough to slice things in half...
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 7:10 pm
Yuhng noticed the new form enter the ring, bathed almost eerily in the iridescent moonlight. No doubt it was the Bount - exactly as others as described him. With his aristocratic clothes and pompous monocle, the Bount was instantly associated with the Renaissance to "Victorian" French in Yuhng's mind. No doubt he was as ageless. At least, he was far older than Yuhng's scant years of life. The bored, almost listless gestures of the man convinced Yuhng that he was a leader in the Bount society, accustomed to having things bent to his will, and ready to toss out a nasty temper when he didn't get his way. However, that was all speculation, although Yuhng highly doubted that he was far off the mark.
A blurring shift in front of Yuhng caused him to drop his arms, tracing the "disappearance" of the shinigami. While he was fast, his speed was no where near attaining the level of shunpo or sonido, both of which Yuhng had witnessed in the old scuffles that he had partaken in. Watching the shinigami, slight of stature, approach the hulking humanoid shape, Yuhng studied the movements, noticing that he did not draw a zanpaku~to of any form. Rather, he used his small build to move more fluidly, throwing speedy punches at the Bount. If anything, he was probably one of a few hand-to-hand specialists in Soul Society. For the Sereitei to have existed for so long, Yuhng could not deny the existence of specialties in separate spheres of combat - he just wondered how many people actually possessed powers beyond their zanpaku~tos and a small number of spiritual energy based attacks.
Snapping his mind free of that thought, Yuhng did some quick calculations, noting how the shinigami executed over five punches, never pulling out a zanpaku~to. His style of consecutive punches also suggested that he was a close-range fighter, accustomed to getting in as many hits as he could before he had to retreat and then charge again. The reliance on the fists was far too concentrated.
Wrapping his fingers around the cross that rested on his chest, Yuhng brought it up and kissed it before touching a Buddha pendant tucked under his t-shirt. His left hand summoned up a bow, a simple one that was pointed at the tips and thick at the center. There was no definitive definition to it - it crackled with reishi instead, the shape constantly shifting in itself. About five feet high, the bow was still shy of Yuhng's overall height, so he could hold it out in front of him, his left elbow extended and locked to keep a firm aim, without the tip touching the ground. Bringing his right arm up to the grip section of the boy, Yuhng summoned a spirit energy arrow and nocked it, aiming for the shinigami. As fast as those fists were, they could not attain the speed of a flying arrow in order to block one, and since the shinigami had appeared in mid-air, there was less control for him to escape the sharp arrowhead.
Letting loose the arrow to fly true towards its destination, giving off a high-pitched whistle as it split the air, Yuhng did not wait to see if it struck before skittering backwards. Since he had just made it obvious that he fought as a traditional Quincy would, the other two would know some of his style and attacks. He did not want to be too close if they figured out a way to fight him back. At least further away, if they trained a ranged attack he would have more time to respond. Even if they had to close in on him to pull their next punches, he would still be far enough back to do some quick calculations.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 4:52 am
"Predictable...," thought Ky as Kuuri, the shinigami boy, disappeared in front of him and reappeared just a split-second later. How many times did Ky see that "magic disappearing trick" that his opponents were so fond of using? Even his feeble attempts of taunting him came up empty. Ky was used to even harsher forms of insults to his person from his enemies, both human and non-human, than simply ignoring him and acknowledging Geheimnis, his Doll, instead. To Ky, that was no more than a childish way of trying to aggregate someone of his stature who was above and beyond such childish antics and always kept a cool and analyzing mind in lieu of the usual brash and arrogant display of sheer, yet empty, confidence in their skills that other people around him were so keen on doing.
When the shinigami, Kuuri, was about to launch his attacks, Ky touched Geheimnis' body, and using alchemy, altered the very atomic structure of his Doll into something less hard as its orihalcum frame, transforming it into a gel-like substance which had the same color as its armor alloy, but was more flexible and able to withstand even the most punishing of blows. Another lucky break for him was that the shinigami boy was only focused on Geheimnis itself and not with Ky, only jumping off its left shoulder when Ky saw that one of Kuuri's punches came his way. Kuuri was so head-strong and overly-cocky that he just attacked Geheimnis blatantly while its body was transmuted into that gel form.
With each strike Kuuri made, Ky knew that he had enough power behind his punches to even break a large boulder. However, with all that force he was using also came at a heavy price. Due to the sheer force Kuuri exerted on every punch he made, all of his strength went to every part of his arm from his shoulders to his fists. The power he exerted was enough to break almost anything, but the drawback came when he wasn't able to break anything. Due to the power his body exerts with his punch, the stress on his bones and muscles would also increase. If Kuuri's attack met something which could, not only break, but channel his own force back to him, just like a gel or a padded spring, it was enough to sprain his muscles, or even snap his shoulder bones off, at best, since the power he exerted as well as the sheer speed of his attacks at Geheimnis' now-gel-like body, whether he felt it or not, was being channeled back to his arms and would lead Kuuri to seriously injure himself with all the punches he made.
Even if his joints were somehow reinforced to a super-human level, since the forces of his punch were also super-human, would also lead to the same effect. There was also the possibility of him breaking all of his fingers as Ky somewhat noticed Kuuri attacked by pointing his fingers like a blade. In addition, even if Kuuri stopped now, all the attacks he made previously would have already strained his muscles to beyond its exertion limit and would give out sooner or later. It was just a simple case of using an opponent's power against himself, made so much easier that Kuuri was someone who would just attack without so much as a plan, depending only on his training to get him through every fight.
As Ky stood by and watched Kuuri go berserk on Geheimnis, he noticed the Quincy by the name of Yuhng stringing his reishi bolt on his spirit bow, aimed at Kuuri and an unmoving Geheimnis. It looked as if Kuuri was so focused on just displaying his physical combat skills that he didn't notice neither Yuhng, stringing his bow or Ky, moving away from the two of them to safety with a bored expression on his face. When he saw Yuhng was about to let go of his reishi bolt and let it fly towards Geheimnis and Kuuri, he snapped his fingers. When Kuuri made his last punch at Geheimnis, the Doll broke down into a snake-like liquid form and slithered away as quick as it could from Yuhng's line of fire. The intentional breaking down of Geheimnis' structure was a plan to make Kuuri fall into a false sense of victory, thinking that he had successfully destroyed Geheimnis and thus halve Ky's combat ability, but in truth, it was Kuuri who fell into his trap when Yuhng finally let go of his reishi bolt as it fired straight and true towards its single target, Kuuri. Yet again Kuuri was betrayed by his desire to cause as much damage as possible and grandstand. However, Ky also had Yuhng to thank. If he didn't fire that reishi bolt when he did, Ky would have done something about Kuuri himself. Therefore, feeling somewhat grateful, he didn't attack Yuhng.
As the liquid gathered in front of Ky, he slowly knelt down and transmuted it back into Geheimnis' original form. Jumping back up to its left shoulder, Ky took up the same position he did a while ago and yawned, bored at the display the two were putting up. "I'm so bored...," sighed Ky, resting his cheek on his fist once again. Ky didn't even have to attack. He just used his head and thought up of a simple strategy to use his opponent's strengths against them.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 5:15 pm
Kuuri's destructive onslaught was faulted surely, but that was expected... The man he'd chosen to attack was a strategist, so he did the right thing, and attacked his plan... the man was far too dangerous himself to confront... So he'd attempted to take down his creation.... His onslaught lasted a good while, and his body slowly emitted the 'Pressure Points' true effect as he onslaught.....
For a moment, through his attacking, Kuuri noticed that his 'Opponent', the monsterish creature, had suddenly become 'different' and its feeling was that of a gel-like substance.... Kuuri wasn't all that smart, but he was in the 12th division long enough to learn things... Spending time alone, and away from all other obstacles gave him time to learn and think... Of course, he knew his weaknesses, and his opponents 'Would Be' mindset against his seemingly mind-less form of attacking.... Fighting an Analyst would be considered a fault, and his greatest downfall...
That's Why He Became His Own Type Of Analyst...
Kuuri knew his body's limits, and training them to an untold level was not nearly enough to protect himself from the strain a person, no matter who it was, would get..... He, for this reason, knew how to thwart the efforts of others to use his own abilities against himself..... This was where the 'Logic' behind his 'Pressure Point' ability came into play....
His pressure point was simply an attack he'd created to amp himself up to an untold level... He didn't know himself that its overall function served not only as a destructive tool to unleash.... but as an invisible buffer of pure 'Spiritual Pressure'..... Once he'd activated this single attack, and continued and started his onslaught of deadly strikes and attacks to go along with his unique 'Fighting Style'.... He'd ensured his own savior in such situations.
Now, as his attack went on, what was thought to go on.. Was halted. His 'Pressure Point' created an untold amount of strength by covering and buffering his outer body to different extents.... Layering... Thin layering that expanded once his reistu was transferred and formed into spiritual pressure.... From inches, to centimeters, to feet... His different spiritual pressure waves were everywhere on him!! With every attack, his body was buffered from physical damage both ways around.... He noticed, over time while not performing this move, that he'd wound himself... that his skin couldn't take going blow for blow... With the 'Pressure Point' enabled, it was all up to his stamina and ability to outlast his opponents, and then some... His ability to fight, and regain only the natural energy, and not reistu, meaning speedier recoveries.... Back into the fight now, he dealt blows ignoring all else..... He didn't feel his blows not doing damage, but didn't care.... Once the 'thing' slithered off into a puddle of some sort, he stayed in mid-air, a small smirk on his face....
He heard the sound of 'Whizzing' and slowly closed his eyes... Beneath him was a little puddle, slithering away... Such a snakish behavior from a snakish person... He'd, somehow, lost respect for the monster he'd just tried to kill... Such a thing being forced to slime away from danger... Danger!?! Behind Kuuri, the whizzing noise closed in... No doubt, it was another sneaky attack from one of his opponents... this one attacked him in mid-air from behind, knowing that 'Someone Like Him' couldn't possibly dodge the ongoing attack in such a situation... Accusations were made from all points of view on this small shinigami.... Proving them wrong was his reason for being here...
Suddenly, he turned in mid-air with a corkscrew, pivoting his right leg's ankle to a more scythe-like form... He smiled as his body turned and defied gravity, staying in mid-air as he actually was flying.... The flight was another trait he'd gained from the inner 'spirit' of his zanpaktou.. this trait followed him, and was actually pretty useful.... In his spin, Kuuri's body pivoted in a focused screw, turning and dodging the attack at a steady, yet speedy rate making for a perfect twisted maneuver, only the greatest of acrobats could accomplish..... As if his perfect spin wasn't enough... He decided to actually counter the move mid-spin, turning at the angle as he slightly hovered down a few feet.... He slowed down his helicopter spin at the exact moment the arrow came into close-range.... His upside down, diagonal, sideways axe kick... Got a direct hit!!
He smashed his spinning heel into the arrow with a blunt 'force'.... The friction between the 'spiritual pressure' in his immediate area and the reishi hovering around the arrows shape and body combined with his speed and attack.... He'd slowed down the attack to his exact lengths and measured an estimate to go along with his height...
In the end.. the Image was of him spinning fluently, and elegantly, then performing an impossible helicopter kick, in an unorthodox manner with uninterrupted.. Perfection.... Within the few seconds this all occurred, Kuuri kept his blunt expression, but cracked a smile sarcastically, mimicking someone thought to be cocky.... He now lay crouched on the ground, looking up at the array of spiritual particles that hovered amongst him, before evaporating and dying within his invisible field of pure pressure..... He rolled down to his back, and performed a hand-stand back-flip close to the ground, doing this maneuver from a backwards stealth roll... He stood now, in his patented 'L' stance, and his hands in two different forms.... His right in the 'Fang' formation.. his left in the 'Talon' .... He stood within a crater though.... The second he stepped down, his spiritual pressure 'broke' the arena floor, send a short shockwave around his position...
"Ok... That was a fun start on my end, but you guy are a bit boring in the 'movement' department.... I suggest ya' stop thinking of plans and charge in... Fights aren't fun when your watching them.... You gotta really put yourself in there.. You gotta burst through events with more then just a plan to get through them... Embrace... And THEN destroy... whats in your path.... A bow that does the work for ya', and a juggernaut that follows a strategist really isn't too much of an event... Do somethin'..?" He laughed slightly, actually feeling a bit happy.. "I see we're in a pattern, and eliminating me with single maneuvers don't work in my book... Lets get back into the flow... Allow me to start the trail.... I'm more then sure our short fight can afford to get heated for the bit it goes on..Aye...?" A sly smirk grew on his face as, for the first time in the fight.... Kuuri's Reitsu signature was sensible...
Throughout this all, his reistu finally came into play, and it was.. visible. It was 'potent' and 'dense' like dried blood, hovering about him lazily, but in elegant trails, as if wispy scarfs or veils.... Overall, it was a beautiful color, with glimmering bright 'pieces' of glitter amongst it... Kuuri's body became outlined, like a transparent sheet, with the energy... His blows would now be powerful, and explosive.... Getting hit with one of his fist didn't just mean getting hit with impossible force... But it meant a deadly compressed explosion of reistu... His style of fighting and speed together made him, at this moment... A 'Threat'... "That's all.. you can go next... I've shown what I've wanted too as of yet..."
[2]
[Check, and... MATE SUCKAH!! O:<]
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Posted: Fri Feb 20, 2009 5:53 pm
Yuhng watched in disbelief at the complete stupidity of the shinigami. Even if he thought he was fine, it was impossible for the shinigami to have escaped unscathed. Kicking a reishi arrow was not as simple as blocking a hado at about level ten. Also, while some people considered it the same, a quincy's reishi and a shinigami's reiatsu had slightly different make-ups, causing the arrow to create more damage than Kuuri obviously realized. The shinigami's assumption of his own invincibility made Yuhng shake his head in disgust. He was so blind to not have even noticed the explosion that had ensued after he had attempted to kick the arrow out of the way.
Because of his blind arrogance, Yuhng decided to concentrate more of his attacks on the shinigami - he seemed to possess no understanding of his own level, so there was a higher chance that he was over-estimating his own potential. The Bount, on the other hand, had proven himself to be able to hold his own rank, making him a more formidable foe without due thought and planning. Yuhng knew that he would have to attack the Bount sometime, but he was not planning on doing it brashly. He would have time to concoct a plan of offense for the Bount while aiming for the shinigami. Of course, that meant that the Bount would also have time to observe his moves, but even without that advantage, Yuhng knew that his chances of winning against the Bount was limited.
Standing in the same position, Yuhng swiftly nocked another reishi arrow before letting it fly at the shinigami. With quick steps, faster than the shinigami had ever moved, Yuhng hopped onto the low wall and jumped off, shooting down three arrows in the same bow pull, all aimed to fly diagonally down at the shinigami's body - one for the head, one for the torso, and one for the abdomen. With those three shots, Yuhng poured in more reishi, causing the arrows to fly impossibly fast, propelled not only by the force of the string springing back to the bow, but also by the force of gravity, sucking down the energy.
As he came down, Yuhng executed a flip in mid-air, holding his bow out towards the ground in his extended left arm. With his right hand, Yuhng grabbed the cross from around his neck and pulled it over his head, swiftly smacking the cross into the palm of the glove on his right hand. Although he had not yet attained his Steele Schneider, using the cross to reinforce his arrows would put his powers equal to about an upper-seat shinigami. Channeling his reishi through the cross this time, Yuhng strung in two more bows, slamming the bottom tip of the cross into the ground as he fell. He used his downward falling motion body to aim both of the arrows in different directions, making it harder for the shinigami to dodge. He jammed two fingers between the arrows, causing one to point at the shinigami's knees, and the other to aim above the head, in case the shinigami decided to jump. Loosing the arrows, Yuhng fell on his stomach, rolling to the side, away from the Bount, to loosen his bow before scrambling back up to on his feet.
It had taken a lot, but Yuhng was agile and flexible, so while his left arm reverberated from the shock, he would regain feeling again soon enough. It was one of his hardy resilience that he had picked up from doing so much martial arts. Many of his friends had encouraged him to take up break-dancing also, but he had yet to find the time, especially with running his pastry shop. Beyond that, Yuhng's flexibility contributed nothing to this coordination. It seemed odd, but even though he was flexible and extremely skilled with his bow and arrow, he lacked physical prowess, used in break-dance moves, and he had no affinity for coordination in dancing in general.
Dashing in the opposite direction from where the Bount stood, Yuhng aimed two more arrows at the shinigami, this time attacking from the side, yet still keeping his distance. He shot them in the same manner that he had released the three from his previous aerial shot. Waiting on the last one, not releasing it at the same pace at the others, Yuhng decided to use the show that he was shooting the shinigami again to flip his arm quickly and loose the last one at the Bount.
The last arrow was the one that would have gone for the shinigami's head, but that one Yuhng had decided to aim at the Bount. It served him dual purposes - for one, since it looked so similar to a shot he had done earlier, and his strong concentration on attacking the shinigami was evident, it might catch the Bount off-guard. The second reason for shooting the head-level arrow at the Bount was because of the distance. Since it was harder to gauge height at such a distance, since Yuhng had shot the highest possible arrow, even with gravity pulling it down, it would not skitter off on the ground before reaching the Bount's position. Unlike the shinigami, Yuhng kept some knowledge about his opponent with him - he had aimed for the silver-haired aristocrat, not for the silent, hulking monster. It was possible the Bount would be able to use the doll to protect him, especially since it could mutate into many different forms, but it was always a good idea to aim for the puppet-master and take the blows of the puppet while he still could. Even destroying the Bount would not mean success, especially since the wily brain of the controller still worked. However, taking out the person who pulled the strings almost guaranteed that the puppet would go still, unable to think or move on its own.
(( Sorry for the wait. My internet is spasmodic at best. ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 6:55 am
((I apologize for my late reply. I've been busy with other things.))
Ky only sat on Geheimnis' left shoulder, silently, with the same dull expression on his face which looked rather uninterested as the young shinigami named Kuuri blathered off about "how they should fight" and that they should do this and that. It was true that fighting is a spontaneous thing that occurs at any time at any place as long as the conditions have been met, but as to what experience has taught him, like individuals, there was no "true" way of fighting, but rather, a style which fit the attitude of a fighter. Kuuri's fighting style, although somewhat extravagant and overly flashy, was unique and amusing to watch. Each and every movement was aimed specifically for creating a wondrous display of power and proficiency which fit the young shinigami's personality and penchant for grandstanding, no matter how inefficient it was at conserving energy. It was amusing and would certainly get the attention of most people who watched it, but in terms of conservation, it was just a waste of both energy and reiatsu. A total waste.
Opening his eyes for a bit, Ky examined the two once again. After his display of power, Kuuri stood in the middle of a small crater in the middle of the ring while his other opponent, Yuhng, watched on from the side. Seeing as though nobody yet was willing to make the first move, Ky decided to react on Kuuris statements a bit earlier. "You say that our lack of unnecessary movements makes us boring? On the contrary, it makes us efficient, wasting as little energy as possible to get the job done. What is the aesthetic value of something when it is useless in the job you're going to put it through? Efficiency isn't something that is supposed to be beautiful, but in the end, beauty often needs to be sacrificed for it to be efficient. In the end, it's all about results," said Ky, jumping off Geheimnis' shoulder.
"In a fight, plans, no matter how little, can decide the outcome of a match. A weak man with a strategic mind can overcome a strong man without one, as one philosopher had put it. Going in head-strong doesn't really make you any stronger or braver. In fact, rushing into battle without so much as a clue as to what you are doing would guarantee you certain death. Sure, statistically, you may win 90 percent of battles through power and skill alone, but one cannot disregard the 10 percent in which still exists the possibility of someone outwitting you and possibly defeat you. Therefore, a plan is necessary no matter what you do."
Raising his right hand, Ky then began to move it, gently, in a controlled and steady form, following a circular, S-curve motion as with the symbol of Yin and Yang. While he did this, he continued explaining. "Let's put it in the context of fighting. Just punching out with all the power you have doesn't make you a great fighter, it only means you can hit hard. In the same sense, you can't just swing a sword and call it a sword. Rather, it would be more like a sharpened club rather than a sword. The only way that a punch and a sword can truly be considered as a punch and a sword is if the one who wields it has control. Control is basically just another form of planning. Planning, or controlling, the way your energy moves is vital. When you plan the course of your energy, you're building a path for your energy to travel along so that, no matter how little energy you exert, the force it can generate would be equivalent to even a powerful, yet unplanned, strike.
At once, Ky swiftly sliced his hand in the air, his mere swipe generating a powerful gust of wind which blew the surrounding piles of dead leaves away. "I'm sure you can do the same thing with your power, although I am also sure that it would take you more power compared to the amount of power I exerted in order to do that. You may be strong, but you lack control, planning. Your strikes are strong, yet you solely rely on strength to topple your opponents down. You are like the rays of the sun. Powerful, plentiful, radiant, and magnificent, but no matter how powerful it is, it is so unfocused that cannot break through a steel wall. A laser on the other hand, although smaller when compared to the sun's rays, is able to penetrate a steel wall because it is only focused on a single point. It was planned to focus on just that one point which was why it was able to do something which the sun's rays, although powerful, could not. Therefore, why should we follow your advice? We should just "burst in"? "Put ourselves in there"? Oh please, that's a formula for defeat. An army, regardless of size or power, that rushes into a well-planned ambush, will undoubtedly fall."
Smiling after his speech, Ky looked to his side and saw that the quincy was also tired of the shinigami's incessant blathering as he attacked him with a barrage of powerful arrows before firing the last shot at Ky himself. It seemed as though Ky wouldn't catch on to his plan of making Ky think into a false sense of security only to attack him a while later with his guard down. However, Ky had already planned for such an event, along with two other possible scenarios, but Ky was somewhat glad that he had planned ahead somewhat. Since Yuhng went to all the trouble of planning this devious attack for him, the least Ky could do was get hit by it. It was the least he could do after Yuhng was seemingly fighting Ky's battle for him leaving Ky to simply watch as the events unfolded before him, exerting as little effort as he could in the battle as he saw it as just another fight in order to gather some data.
Extending his left hand to meet the fast-moving arrow, Ky used his own advice just so the two youngsters could see how to properly "plan" a good defense. Ky focused his reiatsu at the palm of his hand, although a minimal amount was all that he needed to make it work. Ky already had a plan and had told his body what to do in order for them ti successfully defend itself. Of course, Ky could just use Geheimnis to easily shield him, but he had also planned on proving a point to both Kuuri and Yuhng and that was planning was everything. If his plan goes awry and his body would deviate from what he planned to do, the arrow could blow his left hand easily. But if it worked and all went according to plan, he would have proven his point to the quincy and shinigami.
As the arrow made contact with his palm, Ky began spinning his hand around and around in a circular motion. Surprisingly, the arrow, being attracted to the reiatsu particles gathered on his palm, followed Ky's hand faithfully. After numerous circular movements, the arrow grew weak enough for Ky to safely absorb the reishi particles into his hand. When he was finished, his left hand was smoking and it was apparent that he had burned himself although it wasn't serious now as the burn slowly healed itself, thanks to the quincy energy he had absorbed. Luckily, there was enough energy left in the weakened reishi arrow to heal the burn it caused. Showing his smoking hand to both Kuuri and Yuhng, but mostly to Kuuri, he smirked. "It's all part of the plan," said Ky before he followed up with another remark, this time, repeating thw words Kuuri let out before. "That's all, you can go next. I've shown what I've wanted too as of yet."
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 10:49 am
These people were smart, no doubt.... One, obviously was a Genius, and that was to be put on record... His words may be helpful, but after every loss he'd had in his career as a Shinigami.. everyone was 'Smart' to say those same words.... He was unfocused... Power couldn't get him through everything, but it could bring him to a point where he could trade off and fight with his other form... His moves were thought to be too 'Pretty'.. 'Extravagant'.. and 'Wasteful'..... His last fight against Thanatoz, similar words were uttered... He needed focus....
Before he could respond to anything, another flurry of arrows came... He felt obligated to speak, but didn't... He never could utter an answer to match his peers words.. If he needed both focus and strength then that was the truth... "Fang is my strength.." He smirked, quickly performing a fury-filled spin... Mimicking a true Tornado, and creating the appearance slightly due to the Elegant dense ribbons of reistu that entangled him
Fang
He abruptly stopped, facing the arrows as they came... he stood within an after-image of himself, a simple dense reistu trail he left when his reistu fluctuated to this height... It was the signal of his self conscious ability.. 'Essence Of The Beast'... That raw form of reistu that came from his 'Zanpaktou'.. the same one he neglected to bring at all with him... The same one he'd long forgotten.. His 'L' stance grew in mid-spin, and through his stop he was ready to face the attacks..... His pronged hands flung out, appearing to be numerous fist ....
His reistu concentrated around the immediate area, and he uttered the words he'd yet to throw out as of yet.... They always said saying the 'Chant' of the technique would increase its use, and without it... the move was weak.... Kuuri recognized this rule, and took it in stride, perfecting and mastering his own technique so he could use it without strain and without the words at what would seem full strength.... He'd yet to actually come to saying the move's name in front of the others but this time seemed right to do so... The Quincy had stepped up his game, so It was time to return his favor..
"PRESURE POINT!!"
The left hand grew the pronged shape to match the 'Fang' style, but wasn't nearly as open as the other.... He used the two fist in unison to perform a chain-saw combo of fist... the blurring combination seemed to force pure pressure and air before the arrow could come in for actual contact... The arrow was slowed to an extent, and came with a more natural speed.... He performed a low pivot, before rising with an uppercut spinning to gain momentum for the actual hit..
The flurrying fist went in three angles, the dense blurs following them... He spread the mid-air crouch out, and turned another 90 degrees to face the oncoming attacks even more... As the single arrow came to meet the 'Fang' fist, the attacks full extent was finally used.. His spiritual pressure 'Compressed' amongst the flurrying hand, and grasped the dense trail.... The arrow met the arms, completely shrouded in the invisible pressure, similar to that a spiritual being would use for intimidation and throwing off the enemy..
Exploding as it made contact... The arrow let off a re-coil effect, and burst into a shrouded cloud.. Kuuri's hand showed slight burn marks as he winced, and finished his back-flip to continue into a spinning rampage... The spin backwards was like a yo-yo's physics... It could continue to spin in all directions and angles.. Kuuri was small enough to fit the description as the actual 'Yo-Yo'...
His opponent continued to let out arrows now, seemingly trying to move and act like he said... Arrows came from different angles, and the attacks were very speedy, matching his blurs... "Fang' is fast, even for a heavy based attack... I'd be an idiot to rely on it only though.... There won't be as much time left in this bout, so I believe I should stay smart enough with these guys correct assumptions..." His wincing face stopped, and became serious as his spin flew back some more.... Arrows came towards his spinning mid-process, exploding as one made contact with the rapid 'Yo-Yo', and recoiling him once more backwards, but still curling forwards.. He broke his own momentum-filled defensive maneuver to face two other arrows... He suddenly burst forth another type of hand formation..
Talon..
The speed-based precision style was what he needed to face the arrows, not his opponents... There attacks could be physically broken down surely, but the actual 'Fighters' were the targets.. wasting heavy attacks on there attacks was bad... All he needed were a few heavy hits, and blood would start pouring.. Talon hits were less lethal, but still deadly.... There speed made them the most flexible daggers one could ask for... They could c**k and turn directions in seconds, along with his arms..
Now, Kuuri allowed the remaining diagonal traveling arrows to come towards him... He left opening for one to get through his odd dodging-type defense, and go for his torso... His body pivoted though, spinning mid-air due to his flying ability..... The slight turn it allowed gave him force to dodge one arrow, letting it skim and burn through his shirt... He let the single arm sticking out hit once more.... "Precision.. PRESSURE POINT!!" The focused out-stretched arm now burst forth with reiatsu before letting it subside in milliseconds... Brute force was pumped and fueled naturally to the limb as it now went to face the last of the tree oncoming arrows... Kuuri held his arm out straight and blunt-like, but outstretched with a stiff nature...
His compressed, beam-shaped pressure knife sliced the arrow in half, allowing the re-coil to explode and cover his body in smoke... That arm lay unwounded, as his torso clothing was ripped... His skin on the torso was burned across like a star, and his face was slightly 'Dirtied' by so many re-coils... he ended up landing in the small shroud of the only attack he'd dodged... he stood in the area, ripping off his top clothing...
Whizzz...
Kuuri suddenly grunted, his upper layer of clothing being caught in two more arrows... He jumped to a very 'small' height, hovering horizontally, while turning and maneuvering... His eyes closed, and his mouth seemed to gape open for a second, and mutter.... Two more arrows came down, both aimed relatively low due to his height.... Overall, he'd managed to dodge them, taking the 'stray' spiritual particles speed and air friction that burned his torso and put holes in his clothing just by being near them....
There was an explosion and Kuuri was seen shrouded in smoke... The attacks' aftermaths exploded together as the wind carried one down to the other... They exploded relatively large-like, but didn't re-coil the unbalanced Kuuri... They instead gave him a free cover from the rest of the attacks!! Within the dust, the arrows whizzed, and explosions signaled some sort of contact the second they entered the large mass, spreading the mist of darkened black smoke to cover twice its last large radius... its rim reached out to the front of the 'Bount' just barely, shrouding the arrow that came towards him....
Suddenly, there was a familiar blur... flying from the mist acrobatically, and flipping... Kuuri landed in a crooked crouch, staring at the 'Bount' from his left side... His eyes dragged down, as a smile again crept on his face... blood-ran down the front of his face, from his hair-line down to the his eye, and then downwards some more.... His old wound re-opened, and this was a familiar 'soft' spot.. that area that always opened in explosions... That part just above his temple, on the right side, at the hair-line... He nodded as the blood-dripped, giving the Quincy his props... He'd remembered seeing this man before in action.. That was the day he helped a group of quincy combat strange hollows... He now snapped wearily, noticing who it was and how the arrows moved..
"Being Intricate is helpful for me.... Your bow's capabilities match my body's, but your arrows don't each have a mind of there own... They can't turn and twist, or change and gauge there targets strength... I admit, there damaging and hard to dodge, and combat but... There not independent, or varied enough to actually kill a person... I'll say.. Like me..?" He raised the left eye-brow, forcing another small smirk... He turned slightly to Ky having been 'Busy' with the Quincy. "I noticed you two... You've shown close to none of your abilities... It seems the fight has been directed all towards me for some 'Odd' reason... All damage has been brought towards the underdog while you got to lazily sit by and give advice.... I respect your words, but they thwart my path as a fighter... Giving a 'pep talk' is different from 'Style Tutoring'... Let me fall alone if I can put it that way... Now... Lets bring the pattern around again... Neither of you have suffered a scratch, and the quincy hasn't been hit or targeted once... I've been hit with enough for this battle... I need to repay you both.... My last strike will be saved for you...."
He suddenly became the speeding, visible blur and ran at a low crouch towards his other opponent... His fist raised through the low stalking form, as he now came towards Yunhg.... He suddenly regained the dense aura, allowing it sink into his body as if soaking onto a sponge... His body grew a heavy, visible aura amongst it as he now was to attack close range.... He now went for his more 'Planned' base attacks, involving a combo.. a close range blurring combo involving both his 'Fang' and 'Talon' in unison... The bloodied and bruised Kuuri now growled before rolling forward for an up close and personal place to crouch.. His plan was to get inches in range, so he wouldn't be touching Yunhg at all...
He now sprung upwards [SHORYUKEN!! O:<] and flung himself high up in a cork-screw turn, his talon formation being the dominant leader.. This was what he called a 'Saved' combo, depending on the entrance to the attack, the outcome would be the same no matter what was to be done..... Kuuri's uppercut was corkscrewed for momentum and mobility, meaning whether he made it or not, he could twirl and twist for an axe-kick... His plan initially was to get Yunhg in the air close, then perform a front-flip crescent slam downwards... His strength was a sure 'Cracked' limb (Or jaw), and it was a variation of both styles...
The rising strike was a 'Talon Form', giving it optimal speed... The oncoming crescent kick-slam afterwards was meant to be a finishing 'Fang Oriented' attack due to its strength.... The destructive slicing downward motion could be enough to knock out either opponent the second contact was made... His on-coming combo was meant to break bones, and disable the target.... He figured Yunhg was most vulnerable close range, and Ky was to be saved.. He'd get one fatal strike to get rid of both the creature and the puppet-master...
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 6:25 pm
(( Dude, that's ridiculous. Even Tagg with her Arcane [almost?] never creates eleven clones at once. A Vice-Captain couldn't do that with his/her reiatsu. ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 6:29 pm
HengYuhngGun (( Dude, that's ridiculous. Even Tagg with her Arcane [almost?] never creates eleven clones at once. A Vice-Captain couldn't do that with his/her reiatsu. )) [There not Actual clones of myself... there frigid dense reistu made blurs.. There like after-images, filled with dense reiatsu to look like my outlining.. They don't even 'classify' as clones... Its me moving fast enough to create after-images, then covering the out-line of my after-images with reistu and performing the moves at the same time (filling them with the dense visible reistu)... NOT REAL CLONES.. :3]
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 3:21 am
((Wow, I log on after a tiring day and this is what I get? Damn it.
Let me get the facts straight. You're meaning to tell us that the eleven copies of yourself you made, all of which are as "powerful" as the actual Kuuri, are just solidified after-images that all have a seemingly independent mind and each doing different things at the same time? Well, I think that would be somewhat impossible to do for you. Not only would Kuuri have to constantly appear at all places at the same time to create super-fast after image like that, Kuuri would have had to perform different move sets, all done within nanoseconds, if not, tetra nanoseconds, of a gap between each other, in order to do make the illusion of seemingly independent things like that. I somewhat doubt that Kuuri, or even anyone in the Sereitei aside from a few people I know, whom have trained themselves extra hard to get to where they are now, would even have a chance of accomplishing that kind of speed. What's more, you think Kuuri has enough skill and experience to not only to move at that impossibly fast speed, near the speed of light, and still have time to do those things like perform move sets AND reinforce them with reiatsu AT THE SAME, TIME? Like I said, moving that fast is a great accomplishment in itself, but doing those things while at that speed? Why, that's plane stupid. Not only that, your so-called "afterimages" are as powerful as the real Kuuri and they also "explode when you hit them" and you don't even consider them as "real" clones yet? Have you learned nothing from Ky's "lesson" in the last post!?
Honestly, I think that your moves are a load of bullshit and are only made to make yourself look more powerful than you really are. I bet you think you can use moves you haven't even properly trained for in a fight like this? Damn, you must think of us as slack-jawed fools who would willingly stand at awe and say "wow, he's so awesome" and willingly surrender to your "greatness", huh?
Well, whatever. The last few posts you made are on borderline godmodding, in my opinion, but this last post takes the cake. This may not be considered as godmodding, but it sure as hell looks like it to me. Fine, do whatever you want, pull out some sick move or something, I don't care. We still have one post left, so I suggest you make something that would save your a** for what I have in store when I post. May I suggest a fist strike with enough power of a nuclear bomb or maybe a helicopter kick so strong that it can create a hurricane that can tear the arena in half, I don't give a damn ******** what it is. I'm going to show you how a person can still perform kick-a** moves while still staying within the bounds of reality. I know that this is RP and all, but we still have to keep to real-world level, even just a little bit. Not everyone is like Son Goku, damn it. By the way, Kuuri's not even using your zanpakuto, are you? What, you think we're too weak to handle your "awesomeness" if Kuuri use his zanpakuto?))
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 3:53 am
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If you feel that way.. I'll edit the post change it completely.. No need to get bent into a knot... I didn't multiply my power or anything... There all just 'After-Images, covered in reistu to get an outlining of Kuuri to actually attack and act as an afterimage and follow the attack... He's 'making' and 'controlling' the move but..enh.. I thought people would have a problem with me using it.. (Even though I did once before.. Its actually not a nuclear omega attack..its easy to dodge... its just multiple normal strikes..explode after was an add-on..)..
Kuuri does not USE a Zanpaktou.. he's 'different'.. BUT.. His annoyed spirit still fluctuates that 'blood-red aura' self consciously around his body, giving him a 'slight' boost...
[Another Explanation: His body got covered in reistu... Then 'Jittered' at a speedy enough rate to create after-images... the after-images were densed and soaked with the reistu.. then they shot out, being controlled by the maker of the after-images, piloted by the reiatsu that now covered them... Obviously, unstable reiastu would implode when hit... They all should hold Kuuri's speed, as after-images.. the only reason they match Kuuri's power is because the reiastu covering them is so dense, and that's what Kuuri's been using to fight the entire match..]
Sorry... Yet again.. Sorry..
You guys seem to have a 'right' to be angry, so be angry... I'm gonna change it when I get home from school... And Ky.. I didn't need the sarcastic comments.. everything else was a let-down enough after making 'that' up there... No need to get personal about my characters abilities, or traits or whatever the hell you were trying to get at... Absolutely unnecessary to make me feel bad..
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 5:01 am
((I'm not getting all personal, by the way, I'm just trying to tell you that your post was bullshit and makes you overpowered. God, why does everyone think that I'm always insulting them and get all personal and s**t? Like I mentioned in some of my posts, don't take most of my comments personally, although I have to admit, I kind of went out of control back there. I was just lashing out since I'm tired. When I'm tired, I get grumpy. The same goes when I didn't have lunch or just woke up.
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Well, it's my fault, I guess, for posting my thoughts in a way that would look personal. It was supposed to be a simple analysis on your post, but one thing led to another and then we got to that morale-degrading post. I don't sugarcoat my words when I want to express what I feel, especially after I just had a relatively tiring day and log on on to Gaia so that I could relax and flex my literary skills only to see someone go all semi-godmod on me/us, although I sometimes lose control and end up with a post similar or worse than the one above. Oh, and don't bother changing your post, Kuuri, I already have something in store for it. If I hurt your feelings, I'm sorry. You didn't do anything, aside from post something semi-godmod, but I think, in my case, I have no right to lash out at anyone. Again, I apologize.
By the way, I hope you don't send me hate-mail for a week. A recent incident had made me realize that making people cry through Gaia is actually possible and how annoying it is to have 15 or more PMs, all containing useless, immature, and grammatically incorrect messages like "u suk" or "go 2 hell, f@g". It's so annoying to delete those kinds of messages every single day for an entire week before the guy finally stopped annoying me.))
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