Also I find it highly unlikely that Darion could be that accurate when he can't even see the Medusa.
He saw a reflection, the forest is frozen remember? It's called using my environment against you. Plus this whole test was bullshit, you designed it for two people and Jwalker went inactive and you denied me a different test. So don't be mad that I'm clearing this myself.
@Dragonsquire, what part of the wrist? are you ******** kidding me? THE WRIST ITSELF! It isn't that big!
You should calm down man. Like right now.
There is no need to yell at me. To me the wrist is the area from the base of your hand to two to three inches of your arm. That's what the doctors always put in the cast when I broke my wrists as a kid. Then there are the wrist bones that come after the base of you hand and connect to those three inches of arm. And even if your wrist is pinned, you can still move your fingers and palm.
You're right and I'm sorry... But I think it's fairly simple that anyone would stab it in closest to the base of the hand...
It's okay. However you didn't put that thus, Fenrir has license to dictate where in the wrist he was hit since you didn't specify exactly.
Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2012 6:05 pm
Zelici DragonSquire
Darestrum
Zelici DragonSquire
Fenrir Graveheart
Darestrum
Fenrir Graveheart
Also I find it highly unlikely that Darion could be that accurate when he can't even see the Medusa.
He saw a reflection, the forest is frozen remember? It's called using my environment against you. Plus this whole test was bullshit, you designed it for two people and Jwalker went inactive and you denied me a different test. So don't be mad that I'm clearing this myself.
@Dragonsquire, what part of the wrist? are you ******** kidding me? THE WRIST ITSELF! It isn't that big!
You should calm down man. Like right now.
There is no need to yell at me. To me the wrist is the area from the base of your hand to two to three inches of your arm. That's what the doctors always put in the cast when I broke my wrists as a kid. Then there are the wrist bones that come after the base of you hand and connect to those three inches of arm. And even if your wrist is pinned, you can still move your fingers and palm.
You're right and I'm sorry... But I think it's fairly simple that anyone would stab it in closest to the base of the hand...
It's okay. However you didn't put that thus, Fenrir has license to dictate where in the wrist he was hit since you didn't specify exactly.
Fair enough but he just finally gave me the let go of this ******** area...thank god...
Mamoru slowly enters the serpent marsh as he glances around the dangerous place, while he tries to find the creature that had been assigned to him by the teacher. He activates his chi sense that causes his eyes to glow crimson red as he tries to locate a semi-safe area to practice or possible find the creature as he seems to only notice snakes or poisonous animals. He shakes his head as he sighs in annoyance before he slowly begins to move from fall tree to tree before he finds a medium patch of clearing to stop in. [1/4]
☩ There is no genius without a mixture of madness. ☩
Zanko had arrived at the Island and looked around. He saw Mamoru and patted his back slightly. "You alright Mamoru?" He asked as he never really saw what Mamoru was doing.
Level: 1 Ki: 350/350 Sub Style: Wrestling §__° _°_ °__§
"Home....it needs me!!!" The High-flying fighter
Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2013 9:57 pm
The waters tremble, sending immense shock waves even onto nearby areas, like the jungle. Soon enough, the long forgotten temple makes its timely appearance. From within the swampy, murky depths, somewhere near the center of this winding, twisting marsh. . . this temple-like structure resurfaces. So this was the location Nightmare had sent his students for their first trial. Anyone who may stumble upon these ruins will see an excavation of sorts where water filters in through a large, earthen crack. This ancient break in its structure appears to be the only entrance to within the Hidden Grove. Careful though, it is an enormous drop to the waters below, and you may or may not hit a few aged pillars on the way down. The waters -though crystal clear, unlike the marsh itself- have many a whirlpool within them; these opposing and strong currents threaten to tug any uninvited guests, bringing individuals to the very bottom of their depths -approximately one hundred feet. If one can weather the drop, the currents, and many venomous snakes that line eroded cracks alongside walls and obstacles, rickety wooden bridges and dark tunnels. . . they will then also face the merciless traps which grace this forbidden ruin. Finally, for those whom may survive, a certain danger lies deep within. Decimate it and complete your task. Oh, and welcome to the Hidden Grove. [ x ] Also, I know what a real grove is; just go with it, it is just a name.
ιнανєα¢σηѕтαηт[ F Σ Λ Я ]тнαтѕσмєтнιηg'ѕαℓωαуѕηєαя...
FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
. . .I have aｱんo乃ﾉﾑthat someone'sคlฬคץรthere.
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Mamoru jumps at the feeling of Zanko's hand on his shoulder and whips around staring at Zanko with his glowing red eyes peering through the slit on his mask,"I would advise you don't touch me without announcing your there" as he shrugs his shoulder before the red glow in his eyes brightens in the dark marshes. The dark voice resounds with in his mind,"Kill the boy, who dares to touch us in such a familiar way!", which causes him to growl darkly in annoyance at the voice coming from the depths of his mind created by the process of the Gene-x. He sticks his hands softly into his pockets as he glares at the shadow fox that had been following him since he had started using his style, while the fox grins insanely asking,'So you are you going to kill the kid or not?'
as it circles the Mamoru and Zanko, but is a warped visage created by his mind. He snaps at the fox saying,""I ain't gonna harm the kid you damn fox!" as he runs a hand through his hair with another sigh of annoyance. He flails around as he feels the shock waves from the Hidden Cove appear out of the deep muddy water of the marshes. He raises an tilts his head in the direction before turning to Zanko,"Shall we go explore the cause of those tremors?" as he glances at Zanko with the continuing glow of his red eyes as his chi sense continues to be active in-case someone would try to sneak up on them. [2/4]
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roninhope
Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 7:11 pm
Zanko Nerro The Great Flying Swordsman
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Zanko heard him argue with himself but shrugged before he soon said, "We should go and explore them....but be careful of holes in the ground...it is likely that something on the surface broke with the horrible ground shakes. So pay attention to fallen stuff." He told Mamoru while he unsheathed the hardwood katana while walking forward. "We should also get some training done."
Level: 1 Ki: 350/350 Sub Style: Wrestling Equipment: Fingerless Cloth Gloves & Hardwood Katana §__° _°_ °__§
ιнανєα¢σηѕтαηт[ F Σ Λ Я ]тнαтѕσмєтнιηg'ѕαℓωαуѕηєαя...
FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
. . .I have aｱんo乃ﾉﾑthat someone'sคlฬคץรthere.
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He tilts his head in recognition of Zanko's comment about going to be careful allowing with his warning, he quietly replies "I'm more worried about the creature we have to face and were our other companion is..." as he glances around with his glowing red eyes, not noticing any substantial chi signatures. The dark voice in his head mutters viciously,'Kill the kid for the old ones... Kill the kid for the old ones.... Kill the kid for the old ones...', which causes one of Mamoru's eyebrow to twitch in annoyance under his porcelain mask. The shadow fox silently stalks the Mamoru,'Yes kill the kid... you know you want to kill him and consume his flesh', which causes Mamoru to blink his red eyes as he mentally blanches at the thought of the fox's suggestion He shudders and shouts out at the shadow fox,'I will not do that you damn fox' as he glares at the fox before he starts to walk through the marshes.[3/4]
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 9:03 pm
Zanko Nerro The Great Flying Swordsman
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As Zanko and Mamoru traveled down the marsh to the tremor, Zanko took this time to think for a little while as they walked. "So what do you think the creature would be like?"
Level: 1 Ki: 350/350 Sub Style: Wrestling Equipment: Fingerless Cloth Gloves & Hardwood Katana §__° _°_ °__§
ιнανєα¢σηѕтαηт[ F Σ Λ Я ]тнαтѕσмєтнιηg'ѕαℓωαуѕηєαя...
FEAROF THEDARK,fearofthedark. . .
. . .I have aｱんo乃ﾉﾑthat someone'sคlฬคץรthere.
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He glances down at Zanko and shrugs his shoulders quietly as the glowing red from his eyes disappear saying,"I have no idea what the creature could be, but it would have to be some form of serpent or maybe a poisonous creature, so we should proceed with caution." The dark voice inside his head quietly whispers,"You should just leave the kid to his doom have him take the lead to avoid any dangers", which causes him to raise his eyebrow at the suggestion and thinks mentally,"That might not be a bad idea as he begins to forget about the Nurse's suggestion to follow his own will and heart.The shadow fox grins devilishly at the mental comment by Mamoru, while it replies cruelly,"That would be a wonderful idea to use the kid as bait for any dangers" as the fox hopes up onto Mamoru's shoulder. Mamoru looks at Zanko with his red eyes as he contemplates the suggestion made by both of his crazy visages made from a darker part of himself. He continues to walk through the forest until something lashes out at the two of them from the murky water below causing Mamoru to jump back onto a tree trunk.
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roninhope
Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 7:05 am
(T)he(I)nquisitive(M)alevolent(I)nfatuation "Kindnessis the beginning of Cruelty" ~}:Leonardo S. Tensatsu:{~
Technique Training ~{x}: General | Violent Fists | 4/7 Posts ~{x}: Boxing | Demon Fist | 3/5 Posts ~{x}: ---
What do you despise?
{Entrance}
~1/3 Posts to catch up to Zanko / Mamoru~
Sliding his foot under a clever red scaled snake coiled about the same red hued blossom of some kind of flower or bush to kick it off away, familiar with various types of wild life. Honestly, it reminded him of the time he'd been hiding out in Florida from the fed's. He'd spent almost a month soak in murky waters, sleeping in make shift hammocks, and surviving on a diet of fish, wild blueberries, and turtles when he could find them. What moderate knowledge he did harbor of swamps dictated from any number of movies that took place in deadly swamps he'd simply assume everything was poisonous. A reasonable assumption, shifting keen glistening scarlet iris's along his path to avoid any other unnecessary surprises.
"How nostalgic"
Trailing his eyes off down the marked path which quickly was consumed by the murky area he was just entering. Savoring a long drag from what was left of his cigarette, Leo would leave the vice between his lips before jabbing his arms in quick bursts in front of him. Deciding it was probably best to catch up with everyone else as quickly as possible he'd begin his high kneed jog. After the last short burst of four consecutive flurried punches which felt only slightly faster than before. Grinning at the thought he'd pause in front of an outcropping of over hanging foliage cascaded all over the path. Widening his stance while focusing what Ki he could into both his arms, rushing his left forward first which would blow through the limp branches with minimal influence that hardily made it all the way down the path. Following up with his right immediately after he'd manage to project the small bit of Ki even further.
"Good time's..."
Brandishing a stream of crimson blood from his left hand which he'd gesture in a swipe across the front of him to lash out and sever the habitat for potentially lethal creature's. Watching as the branches all shower down to the ground which ushered more darting critters than Leo would had anticipated realizing he'd traded the safety of the air for the ground. Assuming his high kneed jogging once more, he'd methodically navigate his footing through the fallen branches before clearing the distance to continue his not very hasty adventure further off into the great expansive unknown encompassed by the swampy environment.
Zanko jumped back as they were lashed at, mostly from Mamoru's moving. He drew out the Hardwood Katana and got ready to use it. It may not be strong, but it was something easier to work with when it came to places like this. (Imagine him holding it like Sora from Kingdom Hearts)
Level: 1 Ki: 350/350 Sub Style: Wrestling Equipment: Fingerless Cloth Gloves & Hardwood Katana §__° _°_ °__§
"Home....it needs me!!!" The High-flying fighter
Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 9:51 am
(T)he(I)nquisitive(M)alevolent(I)nfatuation "Kindnessis the beginning of Cruelty" ~}:Leonardo S. Tensatsu:{~
Technique Training ~{x}: General | Violent Fists | 5/7 Posts ~{x}: Boxing | Demon Fist | 4/5 Posts ~{x}: ---
What do you despise?
2/3 Posts Till reaching Zanko/Mamoru
After the numerous close encounters, and near death experience's Leo would muse at how ******** most people would be in such a hostile environment. Luckily he'd managed to traverse the distance thus far stepping in no more than shallow puddles of water or mud. The trick was in observing the vegetation, judging root strength, and not taking any unnecessary leaps without being ready to swim. Ducking under the canopy of some large leafed tree Leo would spot a rather large spider descending on its web in front of him. Showing no sense of surprise or shock beyond a quick devilish grin as he reared back in an exaggerated gesture towards the almost basket ball sized spider.
"Aren't you the fatal beauty..."
Speaking the words while cocking his right arm back with his right foot sliding with the stance, aware most anything could probably shoot venom as easily as inject it. With the back of the spider facing Leo in some grotesque orange and black furred design he'd unleash his right in another Demon Fist attempt, though feeling the Ki resisting enough that it wouldn't blow the spider away so much as swing it full arc forward before spinning about to swing back. Observing this as the perfect chance to attempt his faster striking combo, he'd wait for the spider to continue spinning as it swung back at neck level to be struck in two rapid chained punchs. An accomplishment, as the first strike was pulled back fast enough to allow the second strike to contact before the spider's appendages snapped in response to the impact sending it rocketing a short distance off.
As it disappeared into the foliage the loud sound of something hitting water was all that alerted Leo that it wasn't going to come back looking for more any time soon. Shouldering his way through the rest of the small patch of brush that marked ground stable enough to walk on he'd spot a decent uplifted path leading further off into the marsh. Striding confident well versed steps through the unstable footing before rushing up onto the small strand of somewhat dry ground. Kicking some of the mud off his well travel worn boots, fishing on of the last cigarette's he had out of his right pocket after checking the left first absently. Igniting the tip with an almost dead Bic lighter savoring the first long drag before casually traversing himself further down the path with an eye out a head to spot his intended company.
Caution: Post's may contain explicit content, language, nudity, blood, or violence.
Equipment ~{x}: Wooden Baseball bat | Strapped to his right belted side loosely | ~{x}: Stone Shuriken x 2 | Stashed in left pant pocket | ~{x}: ~~~ | ~~~
Technique Training ~{x}: General | Violent Fists | 5/7 ~{x}: Boxing | Demon Fist | 5/5 ~Complete~ ~{x}: ---
What do you despise?
Jogging up within visual range of his companions with the baseball bat swaying rythmically as the jogging quickly turns into dead sprinting as he leans his frame forward. Focusing an absent minded amount of Ki into his right arm, as if by reflex while dashing down the path towards the two as something lashed out of the water sporadically pooled about them. Not paying much attention to the hidden cove that had appeared previous to his arrival with one guy jumping off onto a tree trunk and the other stepping back with a wooden katana drawn.
Enter Leo
"Sorry I'm LATE~"
Cutting his words off, almost knee deep in the muck Leo would unleash a torrent of dark scarlet Ki directly into the water with a right jab. The result would be a gap exploding into the water to knock the larger creature's away before shuffling back high legged onto drier soil as everything collapsed in proportionate waves. Quickly checking his pockets to find the pack of smoke's still intact and not soaked enough to raise an alarm. Relinquishing an exaggerated sigh of relief the unearthly majestic appearing albeit obviously battle worn pale skinned brawler would visibly relax while lifting his hypnotic gaze to caress across his two fellow students. He'd reframe from judging them out right, offering his attempt at a pleasant smile on otherwise seductively malevolent features.
"Hope that wasn't the monster, otherwise it'll be back shortly."
A friendly word of caution as he himself swept his luminescent red oculars back over the surface of the calming waters. He wasn't sure how well versed these kids were in such situations or fatal settings. Venomous creatures were absolutely no joke, and counted for some of the worse possible ways anyone could spend their last minute's or hours alive. This igniting a brief curiosity at his own Main Style, which seemed to only manipulate his blood which seemed reasonable he would eventually study a method to resist poisons or venoms that travel through the blood to kill. A quick rumination he'd banish as his attention waits for the others to respond or something to lunge out of the water once more.
