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 Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 9:40 pm
As he slashed, he took quick note of his opponent's clever retaliation, and then took quick notice that he could turn it against him. Instead of stopping the blade, he let the force just carry it, slamming into the dirt. And upon the swords contact, he crouched slightly, and leapt off to the right into a backflip. At the end of the backflip, if calculated correctly, he would kick his foot out, and slam it into Trei's head, go into another back flip and land into a crouched position, without ever letting go of his sword. Upon landing, he'd pull his blade free from the Earth and prepare for whatever assault was thrown at him.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 9:58 pm
Alright. the man was goin' acrobat...still, Trei had the forward motion to his advantage.
His blade whiffs air due to the man's dodge, 'tis true. However, his opponent's attack would be no more successful...all Trei does is thrust his extended arm up, catching the kick on his sinewy forearm. Following this, it is simply a matter of keep pushing forward and go for a follow-up swing with his right hand blade, sending it arcing left-to-right in a horizontal slash.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:03 pm
I_Am_GK Julius was amazed at the sheer integrety of Snow. Not many people in the world would step up to fight the ever so dangerous Rebel God or his spawn. He had to do something... Never taking his eyes off of the injured fighter, he pulled out a solitary piece of parchment. The name "Kronos" was written on it in Greek. "Give..him back...his time..." Upon these words, a bubble would appear around the warrior. Slowly, Snow would start to hear the tick of a grandfather clock. At it would go faster and faster and louder and louder, a miracle would happen. Snow's arm would rebuild itself! His cuts, scrapes, bruises, and other injuries he had gained from his various travels would be gone! It would be as if he had never tgotten hurt; this was the power of the Elder God. Once fully healed, the bubble would dissapear and the ticking would stop. Julius would turn to face Jean, who was still in shock at what had happened. Mr. Benedict would clench his fist, causing tentacles of fire to come out of the ground and prevent Jean from moving. Bowing his head in silence, he would turn around and start to walk back. "Do what you wish to that...thing," he said to Snow. He didn't have the heart to tell him that he would have to bring Jean back. Julius didn't want another god on his tail, after all..
I don't need your help....Already bitter that the fight was interrupted, Snow flexed his newly re-established arm a couple of times, turning about to walk away. He had lost this fight - yet again to those that he despises. Fools that were given with immortality, the unconstituted strength that overwhelms the mortal infants... With an angry wave at the sidelines, his blades shot towards his hips as it resheathed themselves back into their rightful scabbards, pulling his hood down as to shroud his face again from the spectator's laughs and humiliation....
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 10:49 pm
Just as he feels Trei's hand connect with his foot, all he does is use that to propel his body further backwards, the blade just slashing open the backs of each hakama leg, narrowly avoiding his legs. To do this maneuver, he had to release his nodachi, but he could get that some other time in the fight...
He landed in a crouched position, both arms at his side. Simultaneously, he extended both of the other weapons at his disposal. Right hand, the katar, also launchable. On the left, his black gauntlet with the two protractable claw-like blades (Like Wolverine's =D), roughly 10 inches long each, oh yeah, and the blade's on the.. Uh, upper side, so if I backhanded you, it'd cut your face wide open.
He immediately leapt from the ground, but only about a foot from the ground. He easily cleared the space between them, and recklessly slashed from his chest out, at Trei's right handed blade, hopefully moving it out of the way. His right hand would then move in to slash right along Trei's right side, and Mael would just continue on by.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 11:03 pm
The man's first swipe, towards Trei's on-hand blade, would be worthless...the arc of Trei's own slash moved the blade on it's own. This means, however, that the blade is still very much in Trei's control.
This also means that his body is twisting...so, our hero simply pulls a matador, twisting his body around and bending to dodge the man's slash, allowing it to swish across the surface of his stomach...then recoils, sending a bladed clothesline right into the man's path. That is to say, Trei's right hand blade twists so that the edge is once more facing his opponent...and then, with his body's recoil, the blade is sent hurtling towards the man's throat. Hopefully, the man would stop himself or dodge before Trei severed his head...
In the meantime, Trei's off hand blade turns, blade pointed straight at the man's kidneys.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 12:34 pm
The woman didn't really know what he was intending to do, but she knew it wouldn't be difficult to dodge. When he lunged at her, she had already had an advantage. Her right leg was still raised in the air, giving her all she needed to quickly get away from this akward attack. As he lunged, she merely applied pressure to the ground with her left leg and sprung that part of her body up, throwing herself to the right side and landing on her right leg. The man would go right past her..
She backed off a few steps, deciding she'd wait for him to attack next.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 12:44 pm
Leaning his head to the right, Omi spoke quickly with that same grin, "Gotchya". Planting his feet back down quickly, the mercenary'd landed in an extremely akward pose; on the ground, supported by the palms of his hands and the soles of his boots. He was upside down. Waist and torso pushing up, almost like a reverse push-up. But, he'd managed to stop himself almost directly to the left of Airiza - and lurched back onto his feet, his upper body coming erect, before his right arm spiralled in an arc.
His hand had formed a fist, flowing towards the back of her head. The movements he had made weren't.. comfortable, by any means. In fact, his wrists hurt a tad from the sudden stop, since his hands had to reach down and clamp the hard, stone floor with as much force as possible. But, he wasn't complaining now.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 12:59 pm
To avoid being decapitated, he had to use the power of physics and the matrix to his advantage.
He stopped.
And at the same time, bent over backwards. The loose dirt, would allow him to slide on by. And to avoid falling over onto his back, upon the limbo/matrix slide, he added a twist, he lifted one foot from the ground and twisted his body to the right, so he'd not fall over, and now be facing Trei. Should this all be accomplished, he would say...
"... That was weird. "
He'd be standing normally, both arms at his sides, both feet together, only about 10 or so feet from his opponent.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 3:37 pm
Air was violently eschewed from the boy's body, along with it, imperceptible droplets of spittle, and some of the dust in his throat. This was accomplished by rapid contraction of the boy's lungs. He coughed a couple times, sniffed, and stood upright. Brushing himself off, trying to appear presentable.
Stupid sensei, 'Go train! Fight some guy! It's be good practice!'. He's right, but I'm fukken tired.
The boy, called Mir, was standing straight, his hands interlocked behind him, raised over his head as he leaned forward, in a rediculous stretch. A few satisfying pops exhuded from his body.
"Ahhh..."
Around his neck was strung a white orb, apparently he had many identical, but different colored orbs hidden around his person. He held out an arm, perpendicular to his body. Licking a finger, he tapped a spot on his inner arm. Invisible seams in his skin parted, to reveal a snall hatch, leading into his inner arm, which was a shiny chrome color. A grey capsule was inserted inside, and the hatch closed. The capsule had a single vertical black line drawn on it. The same was one for his opposite, left arm. Into which was inserted a red capsule, with three vertical black lines upon it.
"Now, where is my opponent?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 3:40 pm
A small group of shadows, namely demonic spiritual energy, swarmed together in the stadium. Linked to the plane of shadows (which is a plane of existance composed of shadows. Dont worry, im not gonna use planar psionics on you), the shadows formed into Kuro Tsuwamono. (Look in my journal for profile and looks).
While the demonic energy still swarmed around him, Kuro took out his black soul keris from its sheathed position on his belt, and held it in his right hand. As it glowed yellow, ethereal spirit energy began to circle around Kuro...
"Your turn..." Kuro spoke, with a horase voice. He appeared to be slightly fatigied..
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 3:44 pm
"Wooooww! You're hella dark, aren't you? Holy s**t!""
Mir was enthralled, he'd only seen enterances like that in cartoons. In the cartoons, the guys who were made of shadow were hard to hit, but assuming this guy is made of mass, and not energy, physics should apply. If not, he'd pull some flashy s**t.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 3:52 pm
Julius, after leaving Snow, would be walking around, trying to forget what he had saw earlier. Dammit, Jean! Why did you have to disobey already?! As he thought, he would come across Kuro, who had somehow ended up...there. He was about to raise his hand, as if to say hello. However, he saw that Kuro was facing someone else. As Julius had figured that Kuro was fighting, he'd mearly wave at himself, causing him to camoflauge with the environment...
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 3:54 pm
Kuro was made up of both. He was filled with corporal and ethereal energies, both which made him a formidable foe. With so much energy rushing through him, swords are to no bane...
But enough of that, it was time to begin the fight. Kuro began to focus into his soul keris. The spiritual energy surrounding Kuro swirld to his left and right sides. With a mixture of ki, mana, demonic energy, and mana, he had made full fledged energy copies of himself, also known as asdtral projections, to his sides. Two in total, each astral projection was connected by a "silver cord".
the astral projection to his left disapeared, and so did the right taking suit afterwards. the disapearance was instantanious, without even a sound. Kuro then walked over to mir, forming an orb of psysical spiritual energy, or ki, in his hand. when about six feet away, and the orb charged to about three feet in perfect circumfernce, he threw it at Mir, and would explode and strike him within two feet of him...
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 4:04 pm
In all his vast knowledge, his sensei had tried to teach Mir the idea of Astral Projection. It never was appealing to Mir, because it leaves the actual body itself, in a meditative state. He reckognized it right away in his enemy.
He grasped his left arm, bracing with his right. Inside the inner workings of his wrist, a large amount of raw, white energy was worked through the strange technologies of Mir, projecting out his extended index finger, on a path colliding with the body of Kuro.
"BOOM HEADSHOT!"
Kuro, having made not one but two projections, had left his body physically and spiritually. If he could react fast enough to dodge this, then these projections must be jokes.
Either way, after this shot he follows it up quickly, running forward as the projections dissapear, loading another capsule. As he runs, a pair of dice dangle from his wrist.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 4:17 pm
One thing Mir did not count on was that Kuro would have made the astral projection's with his soul keris. Now, the soul keris, created from various spiritual energies, both ethereal and corporal, was Kuro's loophole to making astral projections.
(You would have seen that if you read my profile. wink )
Now, Kuro had to deal with this energy. Instead of dealing with it indirectly, he took the hit of the raw energy. any energy that wouldn't be stopped by the strong material's of his Kerashii cloak would literaly be absorbed into his body. From there, various energies within his body would eat away at the raw energy, untill it was nothing but fire, which would surround Kuro in a barrier...
This was possible because Kuro's body is a creation of biotechnology. Embedded into his muscles are magnetic carbon nanotubes, which literaly supercondict energy thoughout his body. With Kuro's high tolerance to energy, along with the high amounts of energy in his body, such an attack would not hurt him.
Now, glowing with the fire, Kuro would walk fowards as planned. The astral projections, wandering around the arena with speed, would appear any second ay Kuro's will. When reaching Mir, Kuro would sidestep at the last minute and trip Mir....
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