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`As the foot came up to him, his hands moved from his chest and gripped the ankle softly, letting out a little oomph as it hit his hands. He was willing to accept a few blows.. Especially since, as he just snapped into realizing, that he had been fighting almost entirely without thought up to this point. Which left him with one question, the best way to get down. He thought simple enough, grab leg, push off, push off shoulders... not so simple. Boot toe cought behind shoulders Banpaia fall into leg like wailing idiot and tumble clumsily unto his back, with his head only a few inches in front of the fighters falling foot-length range.`
Ohh, well, I never was meant for travel.
`He looked up lazily, his eyes closed, already sore on the first competitor, how he was ever to accomplish any more than this without causing damage or getting in a cheap shot was beyond him.... almost.... HE quickly tried to stumble away and to his feet, getting to the other side of the arena and standing up. A course of action that would begin with rolling to the side, then raising to a knee-on-floor push up position, then slinging back to stand up, and stepping back. How far in that he would get he really could not tell, unable to see the enemies eyes. By the time he rolled over, he would have dropped the cigarette on the floor, but that didn't matter, it had more use there.`

`He would sigh, looking down at the cigarette, then over at the fighter, then over to the crowd.`
Man, thats what I was saying, you dont have to be so... drone-ish!
`His voice was that of a complaint, the "I" was annunciated. HE smiled lightly, his eyes dragging back up to look the enemy in the whites of his eye, Avoiding direct eye contact only slimly. His hands rose up to a fighting stance, his back foot sliding back to a full-stance.`
Dun worry bitches, I'm just getting started, You guys might wanna, pack your bags.
`Hew knew alot of the people, probably all but one or two of the people that bet on him, probably not personally, but he's met them before. His eyes once again focused on the enemies eye-whites.`
Your move.
`He offered a friendly reminder, as though they where playing a game, and the other was loosing, maybe not paying attention. His hand raising to his head, gripping it and pulling it to the side, creating a loud, audible "crack" noise, then his other hand did the same in the other direction.`

☼Andrew smiled at Tasuki, glad that he could do that. When Link put in his two cents, he decided to call Link's bluff (it was actually one cent).☼

"Actually, I wasn't kidding - to be honest. I don't know how good you are with your fire yet, so until I have an accurate account of it, I'll just have to trust you to know what you can and can't do, Tasuki."

☼He looked sincere, and he was trying to be so too, 'cause he never wanted people to think a false reason for his actions, despite what the truth might do. At least he could be counted on to provide an honest reason when asked.

He'd had to think about his answer a bit though.

He was kind of glad that he'd be being called something different by both of them. Felt good for some reason.

He addressed Link next, not giving an apology for having doubts about Tasuki's control.☼

"And thanks - I like to think so too, Link."

☼After stating this, he looked to where the old man(?) was starting to point, not quite seeing it, but caring more about the reason than the person he was associated with; although he was sure the information could end up coming in handy someday. So he tried to pick one of them that looked captain-ish. What looked captain-ish anyway? He didn't know - he could only assume. Surely he didn't look too captain-ish, did he?☼

"And okay, I see, thanks."

☼He couldn't help but enjoy the contact from the man a little. Physical contact was always a plus for him, pretty much. When Link gave his reasons, he was both relieved, and a little worried.☼

"I suppose that means you could be my second in command if I ever need some rest for sure. That'd be nice. You also might be able to help with anything related to repairs seeing as you know how things operate, so you could oversee mechanical operations. How's that sound?"

☼He explained his reasoning quickly and with a smile, not giving any hand motions this time; although it probably would've been more entertaining had he dones so, but his voice was far from ever boring, so that was a good thing. Or so he hoped.

He wasn't too much about to explain any reasoning on any worries he might have; although it didn't even much show up on his face. If it did at all, it was slight, and it was in his eyebrows.☼

She stood up quickly from her couching position and peeked out from behind the large bush that had become her hiding place. She looked back and forth, scanning the road for her father.

Hmm, I wonder if he will try to stop me like the last time..

About a month before she had tried to get away from the home she had lived in her whole life. She wanted to see more than just this small town. She had dreams, big dreams that wouldn't be fulfilled where she was.
She had told her father this and he had become furious at her, forbidding her from leaving the town. She had finally had enough and decided to just leave. She had left a note as a way to say goodbye and she was starting to worry that he had read the note by now and was coming to find her.

She pulled herself back behind the bush and pulled the hood of her cloak over her head. She picked up her bag and sighed nervously as she stepped out into the open.

She almost expected something horrendous to happen, but all was as it was everyday, nothing ever seemed to change here.

Now all I have to do is find a way out of here..

She glanced towards the roads leading out of town.

Not far enough..

She glanced over to the docks and smiled to herself as she held her cloak firmly, as if it was her shield against failure.

Perfect..

‼¢A faint look of skepticism crossed Salem's face as he looked toward Banpai as he gave his reason. Atsui couldn't help but wonder if that was just an excuse - and a false one, at that. He thought about it for a moment, now standing stalk still, and answered, giving an extra answer just 'cause he wanted to.¢‼

"I'll start going on the assault if you force me to. Only then will you experience it. My name means 'peace.'"

‼¢His eyes seemed to be drilling a hole through Banpai. A paranoid person (or person with anxiety) might wonder whether or not it was a technique of some sort. Maybe even a doujutusu ((lol)). Getsu contemplated on what it was Banpai was doing, but just kept his focus. It seemed apparent that he was using some sort of technique, so he'd just have to use a technique of his own to compensate, even if it didn't help at all depending on the situation that was being forced, if any at all.

The crowd was mostly silent; although there were a few among them sobbing, whining, or something else about losing money. The others were as silent as though it were a chess match, waiting for the next move.

Atsui's focus split in two, and no longer would it seem as though he were trying to drill a hole through Banpai's head with his eyes. Or, at least, not as much anymore. And it definitely wouldn't be as unnerving.¢‼

"This is why I am called 'heat.'"

‼¢Anybody with infra-red vision would notice the searing red starting to congregate at his hands, as though they were on fire, without actually being so, and as though heat were just being created from thin air. Under normal circumstances, this miraculous(?) heat could heal injuries and diseases after a period of time. But it would be meant to injure and protect under these circumstances. At the least, wherever it touched, it would cause first degree burns. Depending on who it was used on.

Atsui was still working on this particular technique.

The guy was like some kind of super monk (without the super).¢‼
"How about we continue?"

((Lol. X) ))

Mendokusai

`He could not see, as the Third Eye did not offer sight, but he could diffidently tell that heat was building up, his this was diffidently a pain, the second fire element today, he hated the heat. His hand shook a little bit, opening, a thin green membrane skin linked his fingers together, webbing, but it was too small and concentrated near the tips of his fingers and base to have any use. This was when he finally got energy to create a large cracking noise, the staff would -seemingly- fly from nowhere. Its origins unable to be traced, as it left no mark. As the staff flew from afar, twords him, his hand would return from normal. Pale white skin covering the thick membrane that was there before, his staff getting closer every moment. At the time that the enemies eyes would focus, suffocatingly on his, his pupils would shrink. It was that moment, that they shared a mind, that Salem would set loose. In the sudden blight, the drugs would kick in, Smoke that was previously clouding the air, would cloud Salem's mind. Concentration was lost, thought was lost, time was lost, and Salem would probably begin to get dizzy, or light headed. He could see everything in the others mind, from find to foe, past present and future, and the flame, the spark that kept him going, tainted with the blood of his allies. It was in that second, as if in slow motion, the staff would come sliding into his hand, the symbol for metal glowed and two 1.5 feet long blades, like little scythes, would bust out of the wood, at the tip, facing opposite each other. His pupils enlarged, no longer focused on this man, and as this man was unable to concentrate, hardly able to give thought, he would smile. His staff raising to defense.`

I think this counts as forcing you to.