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 Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:11 am
A small, pink demon sat outside the coliseum, sipping on a bottle of water as he squinted his eyes from the sun.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:33 am
A man in a brown traveling cloak walks onto the stadium, a black keris in his hands. He eyed his opponent, the apparent pink demon, and waited...
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:40 am
Now standing in the arena after going through the mumbo-jumbo that precedes a fight challenge, he looked at the traveler at the other end and grinned. The demon, Beru, wore some pretty simple clothing that entailed black shorts, black socks, yellow shoes, some wristbands, and a scarf tied around his neck that looked more like a cape on his four-foot form. His hair was spiky and red, and a small tail flickered about behind him. He unswiveled the cap to the water bottle in his hand and took another sip, then instead of shouting across the arena, he spoke directly into the mind of the guy across from him. "Do you wanna start this off or should I?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:47 am
Kuro began to glow with ethereal (meaning spiritual, that can't be touched with psysical objects) "soul reaver" energy. Soul reaver was self-regulating, and any soul that it touches will be absorbed and converted apun contact. and insta-kill.
Kuro just needed to test this, and his new attack...
He then began to focus magic into the soul reaver, and after it became powerful enough, would be aptly used..
Come, fellow demon..., spoke a voice from inside Beru's head.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 11:26 am
Trei_Shouri
The young man grins, straightening up and spinning both his blades with ease. The man's words, though, seem to have fallen on deaf ears. "Take it seriously? Where's the fun in that?"
The young man's eye flashes as he resumes his stance, a strange, seemingly off-balance position with both feet close together, his weigh on the balls of his feet. "Swordplay is a game, my friend...I dun' think I can take it "serious"...but, I CAN give you everything i've got..." With that, he suddenly seems to fall forward, his body practically flinging itself forward to give him a quick, darting run straight into the man, Left-hand blade held just under his chin, right hand blade whipping behind him like a deadly tail..." Well alright then... "
He grins as his opponent makes his dash at him. He takes small steps backwards as he raises his nodachi in his right hand over his left shoulder. Just as Trei came in range, he brought the blade down viciously diagonally to the right, stopping the blade before it'd hit the ground.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 12:53 pm
Airiza bowed once more, a formal bow as she always did in a spar. Now..For her real opponents in the tournament, she would never bow, as there was no need since she would have every intention of slaying them. She began forming a stance. She brought her right hand up in a loose gesture. Her fingers were curved slightly, though her fist was nowhere close to being closed. Her fist was directly across from her chin, and her fingers that were loosely extended shadowed her face. Her other hand was positioned across from her stomach, the fingers in the same position as her other hand. She slowly dragged her right foot back across the dirt, and turned it at a 90 degree angle to the right.
Her stance was odd and certainly didn't look like she could really be balanced well.
Her eyes were focused, the sad look now vanishing and being replaced by a more serious and focused look. Though she may look hostile, there was a hint of kindness in her eyes as she certainly had no intentions of taking this battle 'too' seriously.
Her long black hair flowed to the side as the wind hit her slim looking figure. Her grey eyes were fixated upon her new opponent, absorbing every detail about him.
Without a word or warning, she bolted straight towards him. Her agility was astonishing, and she didn't falter in her step once. As she neared him, her body crouched slightly, both knees bending ever so slightly. Her loose hand gesture was gone now and had been replaced by a fist. Her wrist was straight, and her fingers locked tightly to her palm. She turned her fist around, the palm area would be now facing her. Without so much as a pause, she had suddenly brought her body back up from its crouched position, bringing her fist up with it. The right fist was brought up with tremendous power, something one wouldn't assume this women would have. The uppercut was heading straight for the underside of his jaw.
While she was performing all of this, she quickly placed her other hand behind her back, just letting it rest behind her back as though she were having a one-armed battle.
This was all performed in one fluid motion, and it would hopefully be successful.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 12:54 pm
A man, adorned in a pair of simple white slacks, an overcoat, and a black, wide brimmed hat entered the arena, clutching a his belt as his black wrinkled black T-shirt lifted just above his waist, revealing two holsters of some kinds... quickly, he yanked his shirt back over the aparent weapons. His eyes examined the fighters as he made his way towards the stadium seats, looking for some sort of fight.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 2:08 pm
Omi watched Airiza bow once more, and bowed his head slightly to show respect - although, his eyes never left her. Standing straight again, he merely stood there; never moving, never tensing even a one part of his body. Not a lurch, or a nervous twitch escaped him; his pupils merely analyzed her with unrelenting detail.
She began forming an unusual stance - one he was admittedly not familiar with. It was interesting.. "Perhaps, there's more to this girl than my eyes can tell? Neh, I'll find out in a moment." And that, was when it began.
Airiza made her way towards him with an astonishing speed; even at his size, Omi was considerably agile. But it was apparent, he couldn't use that as an advantage in this spar. Even with her oncoming dash, such flawless steps carrying her towards him - he did not move. His eyes did not leave her.
Her body changed position too quickly for him to've struck - and to be truthful, he didn't intend to launch an initial offensive. His teeth merely gritted together in his mouth, as he saw her right fist rise up with tremendous power. Somehow, Omi assumed this girl was stronger than she let on; after all, she wielded such a weighty blade with ease. But even before the fist could connect, he.. well, heard the air swarm over it. This blow would hurt him.
Yet, in all abnormalness, Omi let the fist connect to his chin. He didn't so much as attempt to stop it - rather, the mercenary welcomed it. As it connected, his head reared back - pain swelled over the spot, jaw gnashing against his upper layer of his teeth. But, as her fist plummeted into his chin.. the rest of his body suddenly sprung to action. It was a "trap", of sorts. She was now well in his arm and leg span.
Quickly, his arms rose up with astounding flexibility, hands grasping at the wrist of the hand that'd struck at him. The pain he'd received was greater than he'd initially planned, but something he ignored forcefully - as his right foot suddenly lost it's place, plummeting upward with a slight bend of his knee, the tip of his boot coming towards her gut in an extremely sharp angle.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 2:23 pm
Airiza hadn't actually expected she'd make contact with his chin, so it shocked her ever so slightly to find her fist aching with the excitement of battle. She somewhat felt bad she'd used so much power, but she quickly shrugged it off as soon as he began an immediate counter-attack.
As he reached out and grabbed her wrist, she had already thought of something. Her left hand shot out from behind her back, palm facing forward as his odd kick came forth. His kick would make contact with her left palm, cutting it slightly, but nothing serious. After his kick had made contact with her palm, she brought her hand up without hesitance and punched straight for his right eye with her left fist, while twisting her right fist in an abrubt circle to the right to attempt to break the grip he had on her.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 2:30 pm
Her other hand. He'd assumed she'd do something with it, but Omi hadn't thought her able to get it in front of his kick in time. Cursing for but the slightest moment, the mercenary completely changed how he acted in the situation. Airiza had stopped his foot in mid-air.. raising her left hand to strike at his eye. Forcing his right foot back onto the ground.
But not even a moment later, as her left hand struck at his right eye - Omi grounded his right foot, and did the exact same thing as before with his left boot - this time, with considerably more force, cutting through the air sharply towards her right waist. His left hand held onto her right fist with uneasiness, barely managing the hold it had - any moment, he'd have to let go due to how she shifted it.
His right hand, however, abruptly let go, forming a fist and arching over towards Airiza's own, left hand - attempting to meet it at the side and disrupt the blow she was sending towards his eye. Right leg grounded sturnly.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 2:42 pm
Airiza suddenly pulled back on her punch.
It was a feint ...Instead, she smiled, knowing that his kick was coming for her, and she wouldn't really be able to dodge it very easily, but he'd at least get an injury with her. Instead of punching towards his face, she abrubtly brought her left hand down a bit, and with a large amount of force applied, she palm-thrusted him straight in the chest, probably knocking him back if it made contact. At the same time, she thought she'd at least need to do something to block that kick. She abrubtly brought her right leg up, turning it slightly so her shin somewhat akwardly faced the oncoming kick. She's rather take a bloody shin than an injured waist. Finally, she broke free of his grip with her other hand, as she'd been squirming with it for this entire time. As it broke free, in less than a second she had brought it down to her waist, once again turning it so the palm was facing the kick. She could tell this kick had more power, and it would hurt. A lot.
Though, if her palm thrust happened to knock him on his back, she really woudn't have a need to worry about that kick. Though, time will tell what would happen.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 2:56 pm
Her punch was pulled back. Not something he'd counted on at all; Omi was admittedly shocked, as his eyes widened. He was at a disadvantage now, having so counted on Airiza's own fist striking him. A feint. "Damn.. she's very good.." Noting how she rose her right leg up, her shin facing his oncoming blow.. Omi's expression turned a tad sheepish for a moment - comically so. If he had a personality quirk, it was.. well, perversion.
The palm thrust made contact due to his moment of weakness - both his hands elsewhere than where they needed to be. Fortunately, he had a patent for pain - but.. this was extremely powerful. The mercenary felt his chest be struck with it, then, be knocked back - a bit of air escaping his lips from the blow, legs coming with him.
Undeniably, his chest pained him. Yet.. as he fell backwards, hands rushing to cushion his head, now that his left hand was free thanks to her breaking his own grip - Omi flashed Airiza a grin. And with that, both of his palms met the ground. Once again, despite the pain it was giving him, he'd taken a blow that was at least possible to lessen in impact, or perhaps, even dodge all-together.
Palms flattening against the ground, pressure ammounting against his wrists - both Omi's feet outstretched at Airiza, as he mounted forward. It was such an odd movement - he'd pushed himself with great force directly back towards his adversary, lunging foot-forward at a diagonal direction. But this time, his feet were rushing forward - a two legged kick that was flowing towards her face with great force. At the moment, Airiza's right hand was down at her shin - her other hand still rose forward from the palm thrust. It'd be difficult for her to stop both his feet from making contact with her.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 4:17 pm
A lonely figure cloaked in a black akatsuki robe would walk into the stadium,Moving into one of the stadiums,He stood there.His face hidden in a black mask,His ninja headband with the symbol of the village hidden in the mist adorned on it's metal plate,Which covered his neck.
"Come"
A dark voice would loom over the arena,As the cloacked figure stood there,hands at his sides as he awaited his opponent.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 4:23 pm
DJ.crossflare A lonely figure cloaked in a black akatsuki robe would walk into the stadium,Moving into one of the stadiums,He stood there.His face hidden in a black mask,His ninja headband with the symbol of the village hidden in the mist adorned on it's metal plate,Which covered his neck. "Come" A dark voice would loom over the arena,As the cloacked figure stood there,hands at his sides as he awaited his opponent. Seth was at the shops when he heard someones voice. Seth walked towards the heart of the Colosseum and enters the arena. "I am here." Seth walked towards the center of the arena and bows. A light surounds Seth and he is now using earth and water.
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