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 Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 11:40 pm
Vahn's left foot slid back as he spit out his cigarette. He could read it all over the guy, he wanted a fight- and there would be no persuading him otherwise than with his fists. Alright then... I'll kick your a**! Vahn stood as though he were sitting on the corner of a large box with one foot slightly in front of the other. His arms were crossed at the wrist with the arm in front matching the foot that was in front. His hands were closed with the thumbs extended. He faced in the direction of the leading arm and foot with his upper body only, eyes narrowing behind his glasses. Reshuuken!
He continued observing, noticing the almost peculiar way his clothing seemed to slightly lift and waver, as if someone were blowing on it- or a gust of wind had passed through. But he hadn't felt nay such wind... Vahn wasn't going to wat around all day. In his mind's eye, he saw it. Reshuuken! Divination Wheel! He was already calculating the entire circumfrence area of the Reshuukens reach, and the binding rings upon where his attacks would be most effective.
The cigarette fell to the ground, skittering across.
He broke into a clean run, both fore-arms flailing behind him as he ducked low to the ground. ! He took notice of the slightly off body motion the man gave, wondering if it was some form of Judo. What really set him off, was the fact that the mists in front of him were no tearing apart, something forcing them asunder... But he saw nothing approaching! Must be some trick... Vahn, skidded, still hugging the ground low as he saw the man then leap. Still skidding, his boots dug in deep, and he bounded off in the new direction picking up the pace- his eye on where the mists parted.
He had no idea how wide or how tall this 'invisible' attacks were, and therefore could only roughly guestimate, and even then it would be tough. His right palm hit the floor, as he threw wide both legs into a mid-air split, waching as one 'spirit stream' passed by, practically swerving to turn in mid-flight. He had used the gap of his legs to do a faux-measuring, and decided that whatever these attacks were, were not meant to be large and cubersome- but thin and streamlined, for speed and manuevaribility.
There's a thought... Swerving, and going from hand stand, to hopping leap, lto even careful splits and handsprings, he played a game of simple tag with these unseen 'streams'. He continued purposelly boxing himself in, narrowly aoiding being struck by either of them, again and again- working purely on eyesight and the funny feeling he got as the 'spirit streams' entered his geneal AoE, or area of effect. Vahn's body temperature wasn't like normal humans, and constantly about him was a field, or area of increased heat and temprature. You could call it a sort of 'alarm system'. This was how he was able to utilize Reshuuken so flawlessly, in 'anticipating' enemy movement and properly countering.
He kept this acrobatic feat up for a bit, until he was sure of himself. By the looks of it, and the pattern he had just forced- both streams should now be heading back towards him- one on each opposite side. What happened next was simple, and classic. Performing a quick leg split at the last possible second, both 'spirit streams' connected with each other...and would most likely cancel one another out.
Wether that worked or not, Vahn would be juking to the side now, his feet thudding down as he picked up the pace, and then pushed his body in a number of hand springs and stands, slowly building up the revolutions, spinning about wildly- until he came crashing down upon his opponent's area, in a whirling flurry of kicks. Reshuuken! Violent Spinning Wind!
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2005 12:10 am
Sil Mei watched the acrobatics and instantly knew this was going to take more than just Soul Moves to beat this warrior, and it would take a combination of Physical And Spiritual. He watched the man perform his plan perectly and when the Spirt Thrusts collided it was like two missiles colliding, but without the explosion. It was simply like powerful punches without a fist.
Sil Mei was already moving again into a roll and once his feet touched grass again after he ducked and rolled he launched himself upwards knowing the warrior was above him after a hand spring, because he could sense the man's fighting spirit. With his enhanced muscles he shot up with the force of 1500 Newtons just inches to the right of the man. With blinding speed Sil Mei spun in mid-air with his right hand open. The man was about to kick when Sil latched onto the man's right ankle and then would overcome the force of gravity and the mans weight by using his already upward force and strengthened arms to try and use the warrior's centrifugal force to change his trajecty slightly. So he continued turning and extended his right arm and began the downward throw over his right shoulder in mid-air if uninterrupted.
While he did this with his right hand he began to power up a close range Soul Synthesis technique that would hopefully worj if his throw did not. It was a rather complex technique. It requires the usere's bones to be able to with stand a considerable amount of stress as a large amount of energy is channeled through either arm. Then the soul energy would be stored in the palm and finertips of the user. A SOul Synthesis technique can not be used like a projectil, but rather a extra force added to a physical attack. Sil would use the Five Finger Sybthesis Soul Smash. A supercharged palm thrust that would have the power of a semi.
Sil Mei also channeled part of his Soul Energy into his chest storing it there for a Soul Burst for desperate measures. A Soul Burst is much like a Homing Double Soul Strike, except it is a bubble blasting outwards from the chest pushing back opponents. It would be like a brickwall slamming into a foe at 30 meters per second.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2005 5:43 pm
Quote: With his enhanced muscles he shot up with the force of 1500 Newtons just inches to the right of the man. With blinding speed Sil Mei spun in mid-air with his right hand open.
Have you ever taken a carrot, and stuck it into a blender? Maybe a stick, and thrown it into a motor boat's propellors? Tried sticking a finger into a fans whirling blades? The object is often times pushed back, by the mere centrifugal force of the spinning blades of either object. Worst case scenario, the object becomes battered aside, and/or broken to bits.
No matter how much the mass, how dense the matter, an object in motion, stays in motion. His sailing right arm would be like trying to toss a wrench into the propellors of a submarine. Mince meat. As he jutted his arm up and forward, he would find just that- his arm would simply be battered, by the flurry of kicks- Vahn was never doing one solid motion- more like several motions all at once.
True, due to whatever special techniques the man was employing, his arm would most likely not snap off at the elbow, but severely bruised if anything else. And it was the persitence, of being able to withstand that pain that would win this man, his goal. To try and gauge where Vahn's leg would be at just the right moment of turns, to snare it.
Quote: The man was about to kick when Sil latched onto the man's right ankle and then would overcome the force of gravity and the mans weight by using his already upward force and strengthened arms to try and use the warrior's centrifugal force to change his trajecty slightly. So he continued turning and extended his right arm and began the downward throw over his right shoulder in mid-air if uninterrupted.
"Tch!" Finding himself changing directions, Vahn spread out both arms, and flowed with the move. He wasn't planning to land on the floor in a heap. With his body still whirling from the Spinning Wind, he continued rotating his body, like a horizontal top- adding more and more revolutions to his spins, his arms now jutting out as if they were blades. Reshuuken! Heavenly Spin!
At the exact moment Vahn's ankle had been grasped, and recieved the re-directing throw he had expelled a large amount of 'hot air' from all the pores on his body. Raising his body's temprature even higher than what was normal for him, he heated up the surrounding air about him, affecting that 'AoE'. With that heated air, he was capable of stopping the attack of an opponent and making his body spin like a top, he could then push them back with equal force. It was very difficult as it is to control the heated air expelled from the pores on his skin but Vahn, who has mastered Rehuuken, is able to expel enough heat from his whole body to charge the air about him, giving him enough lift to turn his body and spin so many times. The move has been known to defeat a physical attack with that alone.
Vahn had entered his body into that high tension state, prepared it for high-speed combat, and now the full glory of Reshuuken could begin. To normal humans, Reshuuken in their use was very limited indeed..but to Vahn- he had broken the molding, and discovered its true purpose... High Speed Combos!
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2005 8:11 pm
The strain on Sil Mei's arm was enormous and sending pain shooting through his triceps, biceps, and shoulder. His Soul Enhancement had allowed him to withstand the immense forces at work. Plus the warior had scored many hits up and down his arms, but that was a minor nuisance as of now because the air was substantially heating up too an uncomfortable level around this new opponent, but bearable.
Sil Mei was now spinnig parallel top the ground at a high rate with a new trajectory actually in the general direction of his throw that was now nullified by his opponents method of offense turned defense. Sil had too stop his spin so he could completely focus. So he let his spin extend his left arm a small bit so that he could ready himself for his Five Finger Synthesis Soul Smash. He then timed it so his force would be directly against his body so that he would stop his rotation facing the ground. Since he was spinning right shoulder first and in a forwards direction, he fell in sync with the spin and used his enhancement ability to make his right pec as hard as stone and rib cage to be like steel.
He then punched his pectoral in time wth the spin, with his left arm and released the pent-up energy directly into the hardened muscle and bones.
His body accepted the immense force, but it still hurt a good bit. He calcualted the amount of energy needed and then had stopped his spin and was now facing the ground. He kicked his feet out and landed on the ground about four or fivemeters away from the man.
He turned aorund and faced Vahn with a smile. Sil Mei moved his right arm in a circle working out some stiffness. He then relaxed a bit enjoying this fight already, but now it was time to get serious, because the warrior was now powering up for some suprise that was in store for Sil, but Sil Mei also had a suprise of his own, The First of the Five Soul Methods.
I see you actually want to get started now, alright let's begin then.
It was true that Sil Mei would not be able to beat Vahn in his present state. So, to stand a chance, he would unleash the first stage of his five method technique. He thrust his hands out in a similiar fashion to the Locking Double Soul Strike, but then made to symbols in the air with his fingers, and an immense amount of Soul power was unleashed in Sil's body, he let out a painfull yell as the process began. He fell into his Soul Jutsiken Stance and tapped into his power of the jewels.
SOUL METHOD NUMBER 1!!
His 4'8" stature began to change his bones grew and his muscles lengthened and bulked. His body hardened and became a much more formidable being. He used his Soul Spirit Power to transform his body into a walking and breathing tank. He now stood about 6 foot 4, his muscles had ripped and then healed causing them to become much bigger and stronger, his soul power could now be used much more efficiently and with much more effect because he now had a powerful body too withstand the enormous forces. His organs had been strengthened to be able to keep up with his body, and his reflexes and speed where increased too a much higher level than before. His eyes glowed a fierce white.
This transformation took about 7 seconds to finish, and he now was ready to truly start the fight. It would take not just multiple hits, but now great power to beat Sil Mei in this form. He could only hold this form for thirty minutes though.
Waves of power rolled out from the Sudo-Sil Mei as his specialized sheath popped open down it's length and fell off the sowrd, as he grasped the hilt of his rune sword and released the pin on the sheath. He held the heavy rune sword with his right hand like it weighed nothing and leaped at the warrior directly from the front closing the gap in an intake of breaths time thanks to his no form. His sword was held behind him at angle so that he could perform a horizontal slash with great force, and his left arm was across his chest for defense, but would move when the slash started.
HERE I COME.
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2005 10:47 pm
Vahn had come to a complete halt, landing upon the ground. His right arm was out, the palm of his hand grasping the floor. He turned his horizontal spinning, to a vertical position slowly, achieving a corck-screw effect, before slowing enough to land in a one-handed hand-stand. Vahn's head craned back slightly, so he could see just barely with the top of his eyes, watching his opponent.
Tch. This could take longer than 5 minutes. Maybe 7. Lowering his body, until it seemed as if he were gonna break out into one-handed push ups, Vahn then straightened himself back up. Dusting the knees of his pants, he remained calm as ever, letting out a deep huff of breath. A hand lowering, it scrounged about his jeans pockets- before finally digging out an unlit cigarette. Lighting one end with a flick of his lighter, he held it tightly between his lips. "I already told you I don't have time for this...!"
Vahn broke into a sprint forward, not willing to just stand around with his hands down his pants or something. Yellowed eyes narrowed as he watched the swordsman do some more funky hand movements. What he saw reminded him disturbingly of Tommorow. The sudden increase of mass in th swordsman was odd to say the least, as the guy was obviously pulling in a surge of power from somewhere. Already going for the transforming bit? Geez... What'd I do to deserve this... He watched as the now transformed 'hulk', for lack of a better term, leapt towards him unstrapping and bringing out out his huge sword, which didn't seem to be all that big to the guy now.
Vahn skidded hard, his boots digging into the ground, as he adjusted for the ground shuddering, as the behemoth would land. He watched as the swordsman let loose with a fierce side slash, the blade searing through the air. He wasn't about to find out what a single hit from the thing could do, as he suddenly leapt upwards, tucking himself into a mid-air roll, spinning like a mini-pinball.
At the crux of his leaping roll, Vahn would suddenly unfold with a double kick to the lug's face. Steel-toed boots were nothing to laugh about, especially thick soled fire proof ones.
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Posted: Thu Jan 13, 2005 5:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 12:31 am
*The monstrous tree towered above the lands that stretched far beneath its shadow, bearing massive branches that supernaturally supports great platforms that seemingly bear no weight upon it. Upon the starred-set night, a faint blue light flicked upon one of the platforms, just hovering a few inches from the solid stone ground.*
*Out of the darkness the light grew... the flames spread and burned, and yet... the ground remained as it were... untouched or even charred... As if a vacuum was thrown into the unspoilt churning of the blue fires, it exploded within itself and quickly disappated as a solemn figure leaped out, to land softly upon terra-firma...*
*Dusting herself... Spearfrost gazed at the new attachments she was never supposed to wear... Of the purist silver and celestial steel, she felt the gautlets pulsed deeply at it core. With fingers out-stretched her ice blue eyes fell upon the liquid blue embedded into the crest of her hand... there was no smile to that look... only a deepening concern... that no one should care what the hell this is...*
"Hmmm...?" *Taking a deep-breath veiw of her surroundings...*
"How the hell did I end up here...? How off was I...? Well... it doesn't matter... there's something's... you just can't run away from..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 12:53 am
::Here he was. The nightmare and demon for so many. This place; this place of oddity and mystery. He stood there, his gaze fixed outward towards the emptiness as if he were actually out there in it. To him...it was home, that emptiness. That void of being and space was he birth right, and yet here he was standing on this living platform trying to understand his purpose being there.
He felt the energies, he heard the implosion of fire behind him, as well as the source and outcome of their purpose. He didn't turn to face her. His concern with her was minimal to his wonder in how he was attained at that moment to be here. Many forces moved, but very few were ever capable of moving him outside of his own will. She hadn't noticed him yet. Maybe now he should change that.
"If I have to fight her...defeat her, then I will."
He wispered to himself as not to allow her to first hear it, but instead his image came before her and those wonderfully piercing ice blue eyes that he now held his own blaze of crimson within his. He was there, not two inches from her face, as he looked down into her very stolen soul unblinking and unwavering.
"You are my reason for being in this place, puppet of angels, and it's through you that whatever twisted will that was able to subjugate me here will be undone."
He knew full well what this false creature ment to Tagard, but his own being and his own spirit outdemanded that of his so called 'brother'. He was a being of purpose, and there was no purpose for him to be here in this place.::
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 1:20 am
*Her fierce eyes narrowed... her slowed breathing... shallow... so this was what her intuition was acting up for... "he" of all... people was here. Matching his gaze with her own, Spearfrost took into account everthing that moves or even breathes near or around him... if this was the test of wills... she better damned well have gotten a prize for this... To feel this much tension was just enough to chill any nearby heated arguments.... Her voice remained unwavered, yet cool...*
"You and Tagard... may have once shared a bond that pulls such deeper ties from the fibers of each of your being... and though it is true that you both are different... it is because of those ties that you feel the opposite to your brother's love for me..."
*Slightly baring her fangs... her words more pronounced so he would not miss a beat in her voice...*
"That festering hate that feeds you, is what Tagard rejects. I may be off by a margin, but everytime I feel your presense near me, I cannot help but feel the desire to just.... take.. your.. head..."
*Clenching her fists just a bit tighter... she holds her ground and mind her emotion. Taking a step back... her expressionless stare returned and her eyes holding on to every movement he makes...*
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 1:51 am
::Such an arrogant little piece of work she was. Her predicessor could clearly be seen in her spirit, the same damned determination and spirit that b***h had carried. His list was growing by the minute as to how high a degree he was so severly being pissed off. Ever rarely has Daemon sought to feed off the bare emotion of his spirit, but he tore it open and let it bleed inside of him, the fire of his spirit rising as she took her step back. His gaze was nearly a pure fire ready light her ablaze at that very moment...but he wanted to savor this moment and opportunity.
"For so long I had hoped and waited for a chance to punish your predicessor, you false puppet, and it seems I'll have what I want here and now through you!"
His voice was very much ablaze itself, his voice like a roaring flame of deep hatred and passion as it cut through the still air around them. If she didn't shake from fear, the sheer force of his voice would rattle her just a bit. His right hand clenched fast and hard, a charge of crimson energy pulsing through the immediate air around his fist, slowly creeping up his arm to disappear underneath his large cloak.
His left hand flew up, the silver chain detaching from the right side of the cape as he grabbed the garment and threw it off from his right and off to the left. The cape itself dragged through the floor of the large platform, the simple weight of it causing a divet into the ground along its path. His entire body was exposed, the armor in the same vital areas as Tagard's, only it seemed to gleem with an altered appearence, somehow darkened.
His chest pulsed with vibrate, crimson energy as he stood open to Spearfrost's gaze, his chest heaving up and down as for the entirety of this time his gaze refused to leave hers. Seconds following, his entire body flooded over with crimson energy that spread from the top of his hair all the way down to his feet. His very body flexed invoulentarily as the energy poured over him, his eyes filling with a blaze of energy that poured out from the limits of his eyes, shocking the nearby air.
"You...are mine!"
Daemon's formed faded from view, the pure speed of his body slicing the ground beneath his feet as the energy trailed behind him creating a close afterimage made of pure energy. In less than a split second's time, Daemon's closed and charged fist was aimed directly towards Spearfrost's gut, his metal covered knuckles adding only a bitter sweet addage to the attack. Armor, celestial or not, would be of little help in his frenzy.::
((Short note: We'll be continuing this tomorrow. Sorry to any interested...))
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 7:46 am
Sil Mei A Blue beam with some red streaks throughout shot from the sword towards Vahn at near Speed of Light. The Beam itself was about three feet in diameter, but because Sil's aim was slightly off the center of the beam would pass about 5 inches to the right of his body. The sheer force of the recoil pushed the Soul Charged form of Sil Mei back about a meter or so and caused him to dig his feet in to the ground and rip up dirt and grass. He had to adjust his aim by having the blade's point lower, as his distance from the warrior changed. His faced showed strain to hold the sword steady and his arms shook slightly, but if this beam didn't work at least he was out of range of the double kick. He would be somewhat defenseless for about half a second after the beam stopped.
"!" All he felt was the searing heat, and watched as the flash increased, and soon flashed towards him. Speed of light- well damn. He wasn't that fast... "Son of a..." The beam passed by Vahn's right side, forcing its way and moving on along like nobody's business. Of course, even that slight passing, caused enough lapse in Vahn's descent that his legs never met the swordsman's face. His form of descent had changed, whereas he had been going feet first- the beam had actually turned Vahn's body slightly, now making him go head first. Vahn's left hand gripped his right side tightly, shreds of fabric from his shirt seen flapping- his right arm pulled back tightly.
"Let me return the favour!" Yellowed eyes narrowed intensely as Vahn sailed downwards still, the shere struggle the swordsman was having not having gone unoticed by the devil. His right fist cocked back, he launched it forward now- in a straight hook, aiming to smash it right into the big guy's face, even as he fell forward. Only half a second, it was all the time in the world.
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 7:29 pm
Sil Mei knew he was in trouble, because his beam had only glanced his target, and now that target was indeed a threat. Granted not a steel toed one, but this fist might be more destructive than before, and now he only had a half of a second to do something about. In that time there was only one thing to do, and give yourself into your fighters instinct. Sil felt his stored energy from when he had attempted the throw. He had stored the Soul Burst for desperate measures, but this was pretty damn desperate according to his instincts. So with his half a second left Sil began to unleash the pent up energy of the Soul Burst, and considering the man was in the air coming right towards him there would be no way to didge the Soul Burst at this distance.
The wave began from inside his chest and then forced it's way out ward like a an explosion. Sil's ody was had already spent a massive amount of energy, but the Energy Beam did not touch stored energy, and he had plenty stored to last him the duration of this fight. The wave pulsated out wards like a brick wall going thirty meters per second until the energy runs out. It was still effective at about thirty five meters out, but then it became a weak push, like a breeze. That was why it was called the burst. It was short, but extremely effective at getting people out of the direct vicinity.
The enrgy bubble shot outwards tearing up grass and dirt, and it seemed like an eternity for that half of a second to be up. Whoever came out of this particular part of the fight still in control of their body somewhat would have a slgiht upperhand, only because they could then have time to relax for about a second. And to a seasoned warrior a second was like a life-time, it gavbe you endless choices to choose.
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 7:55 pm
"Nnnghhh...!" The ground parted, ripping up as his feet dug deep trenches, his enitre body being forced backwards. If there was one thing about Vahn that anyone would be better off learning quickly- was that he never backed off. Backing off was not something he was going to start doing now! "BRING IT ON!"
Vahn's body contiuned travelling backwards, his right arm still straight and pointing forwards, his clenched fist dead center with the unseen energy sphere. It wasn't like he had been counting on punching this thing- he was hoping to get a shot to the face in, when something slammed into him and started forcing him backwards. Aw, hell no! I know you did not just wuss out on me! He kept his strength on that sole arm, his left hand pressed tightly to his side, as the arm wavered, but never broke off from the sphere. Small streams of blood leaked from his gloved hand, spurting about his arm.
That was when it started: contact with the air, release from his body- the Black Flame. Yellowed eyes narrowed tightly, as eachs tream of blood spun, entertwining and spinneretting about itself, slowly bursting into thick dark ropes, before sparking..and becoming aflame. His entire right arm was wreathed in a mess of ribboned flames, as he dug in his heels tightly now, slowing his backwards push little by little. Vahn's right fist pushed forward more, his right shoulder muscles straining.... What was a brick wall to a man who was known to dig into solid granite with his bare fingers?
At this rate, if it was even possible- Vahn would be sending this sphere of energy back towards its original owner or at the very least veering off and away in the oppositie direction through sheer force, and the boost from his flames.
Half a second-- might as well have been half a life-time.
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 8:29 pm
Sil Mei acted fast, blindingly fast, He burst out in a full tilt run, dropping his sword seeing it would not be effective in this coming events. It seemed it took forever to the sword to drop, as Sil began to coil his muscles. The tip started the downfall and Sil Mei sprang forward. The sword fell and then hit the dirt sending up a cloud of dust. Then the hilt hit sending up more dust, but Sil was already gone.
He had fell into his warrior state. One where the only thing that would stop him would be death. This fight was about to get huge to say the least. Sil was running at about 32 meters per second now at a 60 degree angle with origin to where he was standing. His eyes glowed with the intensety of a 20 watt bulb now. His hands glowed a bright red because he was now tapping into the true potential of the soul energy. As he rocketed to the right of Vahn his hands erupted with energy.
The energy ound it's way up the beasts arm in small cherry blossom like energy pulses. They encompassed his body creating a beautiful aura of Cherry Blossom like energies, but it was not meant for beauty. It was meant for war. This was in fact Soul Method 2, these tiny energy blossoms emitted a calming energy that seeped into Sil's body letting him fall into a completely focused state, and allowing him to channel his energy in any way he pleased. Now that he had used Soul Method 2 his Soul moves became much more destructive and explosive.
Sil ripped through his Soul Burst about 16 some meters(don't want to do the trig involved) from Vahn, and slammed his hand into the ground using it as a pivot. He did not feel the strain, Sil only saw the now struggling Vahn that had just forced back the Soul Burst. Sil Mei was no longer in the bubble of distraction. That indeed what it had been, allowing him to gain some ground, basic military strategy, war was an art to Sil Mei and he was going to paint his master piece. He tore through the ground as his feet dug into the soft earth, shredding anything under them. He lifted his right hand up to about ear level as he flew towards Vahn.
His fist ripped the air and mist asunder as he through a monumental punch at the now aflame Vahn, and this is when the conflict of two warriors would truly start. The fist was moving at a now usually unmatched speed of 42 meters per second, because he was moving thirty and then flung his fist forward increasing it's velocity. It would now be up to Vahn to decide what to do in the, milliseconds he had left, and Sil knew that was enough to do a pretty considerable counter-attack for this man.
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Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2005 9:18 pm
"Do you take me for an idiot?" The words were soft, even as Vahn's right arm lowered, individual fingers flexing. The right side of his body would be all that the swordsman could see, and thus the widening eye would also be plain to see to the onrushing frieght train of a lug. Something inside the raven haired fighter began to stir...not a rush of power, or a rush of need to win. No... it was something more vain. The need to repair a wounded pride. In his mind, he saw Tommorow... the very man who had nearly broken his pride. Vahn's teeth gritted, his right hand clencthed in a tight fist, so tight that blood ran anew from the raw skin. In order words... this guy was going to get his a** seriously handed to him. Vahn had wanted a rematch with the supposed 'thunder god' for a very long time... too bad, this swordsman reminded him so much of the asgardian.
There was one thing lacking in his opponents mind... speed. He thought he knew 'fast'? He had no idea... nor could he ever hope to know, with such a body weighing him down. The muscle mass was ludricous to begin with... It was better suited to perhaps fighting Godzilla. Vahn dug in his heels, exhaling out, second by second ticking by, slowly being cut into 'milliseconds'. His right arm was drawn up in front of him, smoke still seen rising off his fist, as he brought back his left, curling the fingers. His left arm would slam downwards, the black flame gathered there, smothering against the floor, before cracking and crumcling the ground slightly, the flames spanning out, fumes spreading outwards rapidly. You can't hit what you can't see.
Sil Mei His fist ripped the air and mist asunder as he through a monumental punch at the now aflame Vahn, and this is when the conflict of two warriors would truly start. The fist was moving at a now usually unmatched speed of 42 meters per second, because he was moving thirty and then flung his fist forward increasing it's velocity.
Vahn had created a small flame in his left hand, using the blood from his right and then kneeled down rapidly, whipping his hand downward. When it struck the ground it blanketed the AoE about him with blinding, choking smoke mixed with the fumes of his black flame. The visibility of the swordsman, needless to say would be immediately reduced to striking distance. He had been aiming to strike at Vahn's head, well- take your best shot, at where his head was now. I guarantee you, it wasn't in the same spot. Vahn exceled greatly at close-range combat. He had no equal.
Reshuuken! Divination Wheel! The circular circumfrence area that overlapped with the exact area the swordsman now occupied, also was the same 'field' and range that his Reshuuken could be used up to. As it was, the swordsman was bulls-eye in that range. As long as the opponent was within the Divination Wheel, a Reshuuken based attack could be made possible on him.
The behemoth's fist would either come to a grinding halt as the owner realized there was nothing but air there, or impact fully against the ground. However, at that moment Vahn would have already swerved and leapt to the behemoth's side, easily side-hopping such a unguided heavy hit. His opponent would mroe than likely be succumbing to gravity now, the rest of his body turning- in that moment,, Vahn would quarter circle turn- his right leg sweeping in a slight roundhouse fashion, but oddly angled and curved- his aim was for his opponent's mid-section. The leg would sweep in- and strike hard.
And as the swordsman prepared to block, or parry or even counter the kick- the leg itself would simply fade away, as if split into two.
A short burst of black flames would confirm it.
It had been nothing but a 'after-image' of Vahn, a technique that creates one or more illusionary copies of oneself, using the wavering heat of his own flames. These clones could not attack since they were not physical beings at all, just mere mirages, if you will.
However, even that wasn't entirely true. Vahn's natural speed also had a hand in the matter, which enabled him to completely move himself to another position in tandem with the timing. The 'image' was there for confusion purposes.
Suddenly, Vahn appeared directly on the swordsman's left side now, with a graceful- long extended fast kick, extended far up then sent downwards in a slash with a ribbon of flames streaking from it.
And yet again, as the man attempted to block, parry, or counter it- it would prove to be yet another fake.
Suddenly, it would seem as if Vahn had appeared litteraly in front of him. However, that wasn't the case, he had stayed crouched low the entire duration, under cover of the Miasma his fist had created. Now-- Vahn rose- his right leg extending upwards in a sharp kick.
This time- the blow was very real.
The true meaning to Reshuuken was that of a means to destroy the bone structure on the opponent. What specializes the Reshuuken techniques is that distance is created by moving along with the attack, then moving forward with a strike and then moving quickly out to a safe distance again. This is done to come in with a strike at exactly 90 degrees against the bone structure of the attacker to do the most damage.
Vahn had already started this, by weaking his opponent's right arm, and now aimed to practically shatter his opponent's lower jaw, with the rising foot, ribbons of flames trailing, as he would aim to catch him perfectly under the big man's chin, the blow if solid, lifting him up off the ground, and sending him bounding backwards...
Vahn's right arm was outstretched...
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