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 Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 10:32 pm
As a self-defense mechanism, the sword would break from the man's grasp, and make a complete vertical rotation at a rapid space, to keep whatever took it, away from it. It would then seem to disappear. There's always Mael's energy around his sword, and he controls his energy.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 10:34 pm
Trei watches as the blade whiffs away and sighs.
It was a nice sword, too...
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 6:08 am
Sweat beaded down Snow's temple and body as he huffed and puffed, swinging away his sword outside the stadium walls. Within the lush bound scenery of the forest, his cloak was stashed nearby ontop of a branch while he trained to get better, whirling and hacking at the leaves falling down from above.
He danced and swayed, whirling to and fro from each move he made. The blades appeared to be an extension of his hand, while he continues to slash and stab towards the soft, immaculate leaves.
A cross image of Vercellius and Jean fleeted through his mind, and in anger, Snow broke his blade during a slash, the tree decapitating itself from the result of his broken blade....
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 12:20 pm
Demonic spiritual energy, in the shape of swirling black and red ectoplasm, formed together in the middle of the gaian stadium. The demonic energy configured into a humanoid shape, and began to take color. After a minute of "colorization" (lol), a tall and muscular man was visible. He wore an orange cloak, thick, sturdy, and in all rough. Underneath the Kerashii cloak was a normal Yukata, soft with normal yellow fabrics.
Kuro looked around the arena, scanning every area with a pair of dull, emotionless eyes. It would take just a few seconds over a minute to study the surroundings of the fairly large stadium. Kuro Tsuwamono grinned, and closed his eyes, deeply concentrating...
An aura of blue spiritual energy, or ki, began to form around Kuro, slowly becoming more violent by every second. It thickened from transparency, to a shade of brighter blue covering more of his body, untill nothing was visible from his body expect his face. Through the ki Kuro's emotionless face opened up with a small smirk...
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 12:31 pm
In that familiar scene, an additional black pod dropped from the heavens. This seemed to move far speedier than any other.
No sooner had it hit the ground had the hatch suddenly bend outward. An obtrusions of something attempting to escape. Finally, the now convex hatch broke free of it's seals and released a torrent of clear liquid which spread out into the sand around the impact site.
A being stepped forward. Merely six and a half feet tall and completely black. A simple, ceramic, humanoid doll. So dark no detail could be told, where there was a head, there was only a blank face. No features, simply black.
In his or her right hand sat a rifle. Short in length and fitted with a large multichamber cylinder. If anyone could tell by looking at the barrel, it used really big bullets. A handle could be seen off of the back of the armor.
Slowly at first, and then one heaving sudden movement the form raised it's arms upwards. Gazing up into the ether in holy benediction.
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 12:40 pm
It was time for the battle. Or at least, spar.
Kuro, now charged with a fair amount of energy, took out his soul keris. The keris, composed of sixteen inches of pure black steel, was similar to a knife, yet with full zig-zaged edges, called luks. Instead of a slash, the keris would have to impale with its sharp end. However, that was not its primary use.
The keris glowed a whitish blue tint, and look-alike of Kuro, namely an astral projection composed of spiritual energies and magic, forrmed to his left. They were connected by an ethereal silver cord, which is very hard to break.
Kuro began to focus magic around him in order to cast a quick spell later...
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 12:46 pm
The being's head snapped straight forward at Kuro. It could smell magic.
While gazing into the ether, the mind's eye had openned. Visible were the rivers of power that were all around and easily reached by mancers of this caliber. With arms high, a fist tangled around a flowing knot of power.
From black to burning white. A pulse struck the armor and flooded from the left hand down to the entire body. The circuit was completed. This one was not drawing of the power, it was part of the power.
A long, sigh of near sexual satisfaction escaped from the armor. Air shimmered around the now white body in a heat-like mirage. Paradoxically; further from the armor a mist formed from the crystillzation of moisture. Frost, floating freely through the air.
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 12:51 pm
Hmph. Almost forgot.
The astral projection began to glow with demonic energy, and disapeared into the plane of shadows, to be summoned once more: later. With the keris partly weakned Kuro sheathed it, and took out his oni ittou: the darkness tachi. It glowed with redish-black demonic energy, which would be transfered into the arena as soon as Kuro would implane it. Such was done after the unsheathing.
It was only a matter of time before the first strike.
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 12:54 pm
With autonomous movement, the raised fist swung down and levelled with Kuro in the distance. The hand openned, and sent a spiralliing wind of fog towards him. Not particularly thick, but the initial effect would be like a light, cool breeze.
Initial effect, sure. Shortly after the temperature would slowly begin to drop.
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 1:03 pm
((Meh, you confused me with the fist. I'm assuming you punched me with it, now?))
Kuro disapeared in a flash of alter images. No more time for games.
As dark ice began to form by the oni ittou, Kuro appeared in front of his opponent with speed. His right leg was positioned in front, bent, and with the left leg behind him. From out of Kuro's cloak came a carbon katana, unsheathing from it's scabbard in what's called an "unsheath-slash", directed at his opponent's midsection...
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Posted: Sun Jun 18, 2006 1:11 pm
Nope. No punch, barely any physical movement of any kind. An attack ,if any, was a simple move to lower the temperature. Which was still dropping all over the arena grounds.
Magic, the smell, the taste, the color. No, this armored being is not on LSD.
The katana would strike across the back of this figure, and likely collide with the handle of great, curving hammer.
Curved blades. A curve to increase the overall area of the blade surface. Far easier to cleave flash than any straight blade. This armor was not flesh. Swords, curved or not, do not cut armor. Saws of varying kinds are specialized for such a task, this katana wasn't even serated like a saw. Boron carbide wasn't even easy sport for a super industrial saw.
((Carbon katana? We talking like... Graphite here?))
Turning at the contact, the armored being would drop into a clockwise reverse leg sweep and lead up with the stubby rifle; to gain a bead on the target's chest.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 8:31 am
A battle being fought..sometimes never should have begone at all.
Especially if the consequences are said to be dire, and so dire they shall be..
The words were echoed throughout the area..in a deep whisper of one thousand voices. The souls would began to moan quietly, moans of pain escaping their corporeal frame of existence. It seemed to be comming from 20 ft in the air, as a dark glow would illuminate from that area. The hidden consciousness would manipulate the shape of it's form, as the black mist would slowly haze into view. In the darkness, two blue optics would be seen shining, a malovent smile would ease upon the lips of the puppeteer..
One who was both at the moment here and gone.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 8:44 am
Again Snow stood leaning against a nearby trunk, resting his head against the hard, immobile surface. Having spent hours - days really - training and tuning his skills better, he still felt like crap from the recent defeats. With literally no victory at all, he was again having doubts about his own abilities....and skills.
That would imply the reason behind the harsher trainings, as well as the bandages and bruised hand from exorting too much energy to hone his skills.
He bit on his lips softly, gnawing at the lower fleshy part. With everyone attuned to their own fights and battles, the eyes were giving a disappointed look, mildly surprised that there is no one available to fight with....
He blinked. The attire for today is still regular and void -- after Jean burning some holes through it, Snow had it sewed and refitted back to its original content, and his twin katanas were still refined as ever.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 8:57 am
Thus it would began.
The verdict was simple and clear.
"Denied.."
From the center of the black mist, a hand would be constructed , using the input of the previous kinectic energy that was being expanded from earlier, the transfer rate would increase, and thus the time it would usually take would be cut down by half. The symetrical parallel, and perpendicular lines, would meet in with their designated points, before forming the hand, and it's color pigment would soon follow, which revealed it as a black gloved hand. The rest of it's digits were close however, the index finger would be pointed towards mist in front of it.
The hand would slowly circle around , as the black mist would ball itself in a small ball, and moving itself from the mist, to take the appearence of a smog. This smog would take on the form of a 5ft humanoid, with black demonic wings, in shape however, and not by form. The creature would allow a hiss to escape it's lips before flinging itself at the ones below, presently the man in average attire.
It right hand was poised behind it, it's sharp fingers would show that it meant to claw.
A laugh would echo..
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 9:07 am
((Sorry I left, family matters...>.<. And carbon like the carbon that composes..diamond..))
As this man turned, Kuro focused into the demonic energy embedded into the stadium to shift the floor. The floor just below the opponent would move clockwise ((assuming you were going counterclockwise)) to move the man offbalance.
Just after focusing, Kuro would leap in front of the man (over his leg, since you are turning) his aura behind to explode with ki and magic to his side. The ki would potentially burn the opponent, while the magic had another purpose.
Now, Kuro should have been stabbed by the knife. However, with the massive amount of energy flowing through him, he had become much more durable, causing shapened weapons to bounce off of him. Without harm.
Apun the knife boucning off of Kuro, the opponent should be further knocked off course. Kuro took the opportunity to jumo back, and focus into the magic...
The magic would summon spirit fire, which feeds off of ethereal spirit energy instead of oxygen. Meaning, it would burn the man spiritualy, and possibly psysicly (including that you have armour)...
Now Kuro would form his type of soul reaver energy into both his hands, seven feet away from his opponent...
((Lawl, I'm assuming my opponent is gone. I guess I'm free to kill you now, Mr. I'm high and mighty enough to destroy a tournament stadium for no ******** reason.))
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