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There were only so many aces in a deck. Blade had been trying to kill him or knock him out cold for the last five minutes straight with move after move, so if Blade still had trump cards, it either meant that he was the combative equivalent of a casino or that he just plain couldn't count.

"Let's lay it all out on the table--no more bullshit," Mooo said as he stopped his jog a good four feet away from Blade, lowering his stance a bit as he extended his right arm outward, elbow bent slightly, palm down but his hand still curled into a loose fist, his left hand tucked close to his body, fist near his chin. His stance was wider, and it was also turned with his right side toward Blade--this was a stance designed to fight at long range, to keep his options open.

"This's gone on long enough. One exchange, winner take all. You game?" He could take at least one more really big hit from Blade. He'd seen what Blade to offer--and he knew that the one place Blade didn't want him was in the four inches of space Mooo needed to fire off big shots. Could Blade take a hit from somebody who not only hit hard, but hit properly? With how he forced the distance, Mooo had no reason to believe he could.

Mooo could already feel the hum of the sword, greater than whatever energy the whip contained. Funny how during frenzied fighting he'd generated it to that much strength, but with just a few waves of his arm this far into the match it had become even stronger than before. Then again, Blade was one of those cool-calm-and-collected types. He hadn't batted an eyelash when Mooo threw huge chunks of ground at him, and didn't show the slightest bit of surprise or perturbment when Mooo had negated the force of a massive explosion with a punch.

It seemed Blade was ready for anything Mooo could throw at him--unfortunately, that meant the only thing he wasn't ready for was losing, which meant that he hadn't considered the possibility, and would be all the more likely to walk into something horribly painful for it.

The energy emanating off that sword was insane--Mooo could feel it from where he was. It would take him less than a quarter of a second to close distance, but he didn't trust Blade to come in with one or two attacks--this guy didn't fight head-on, he liked keeping things in his back pocket to pull out whenever he was in trouble.

Mooo maintained the same range, shuffling his frontset right foot a little to close distance just a tiny bit and pressure Blade into moving. Neither one of them needed to move first--Mooo was watching Blade's shoulders, as the swords were the only things he really had to worry about in close combat, and even then, Blade had shown that all he did were excessively flashy kicks, which required range to perform effectively. Blade's shoulders would tell him all he needed to know, and since Mooo was approaching him with his good hand forward, he'd be able to react faster and more accurately to anything Blade threw.

Blade's right sword came in at a sharp upwards angle, however it was to Mooo's backset side, which meant that Mooo could defend that side better because it was tucked in tighter, in addition to the fact that Mooo stepping in--which he did at Blade's movement, digging in with his big toe and shoving off with his back leg, this smooth movement occurring the instant Blade's right shoulder cocked back for the swing, putting Mooo directly in front of Blade, his right foot planting and his right hand tucking up closer to his chin in the event Blade decided to use the extra-powerful weapon in his left hand.

With Blade's attention on a broad swing going upwards, it meant that his arm would be positioned either straight or near-straight, aiming to use the sharpest part of the sword--the last six to eight inches of the blade--but with Mooo in this close, using a sword became a massive liability, as demonstrated: when Mooo stepped in, he had already cut off the sword's effectiveness by the time Blade's weapon had made its way in front of him, and with how much force he was putting into the weapon, his arm dully thumped against Mooo, who barely felt it at all, and the sudden jerk might force Blade to drop his weapon--again. In any case, from this close-in, a sword was useless, and Blade was open to a very painful counterattack as Mooo's planted stance was prepared for.

Having planted his right foot upon stepping in and neutralizing Blade's sword swipe, Mooo had already lowered his left hand a bit and set his shoulder, tilting his left foot up onto his tiptoes as he turned sharply on his right foot, a clean twist going from his ankle to his knee to his hips to his shoulder, the punch sinking in low and aimed for the side of Blade's torso, Mooo's left fist clenched tight with his shoulder bracing his elbow and wrist. The obvious target would be the liver, on the lower right side of Blade's rib cage. If Blade was as skilled in close-quarters fighting as he thought he was, he'd do well do protect this area.

However, that wasn't Mooo's target. It was a much softer area, one that couldn't be tensed up, and one that nobody ever expected to be attacked in. Putting all the torque he could into his waist, Mooo's punch tilted upwards slightly and shot towards Blade's right armpit, aiming to dislocate Blade's arm and send a powerful shock through Blade's clavicle and rib cage at the same time. With his right arm out swinging the sword and his left arm babysitting the other weapon, even if Blade covered his entire right side with his aura, did he have enough energy to spare to halt the punch entirely? It didn't take a lot of force to really hurt somebody hitting them in the armpit, and just a little more to dislocate their arm. Blade would most likely have to concentrate his entire aura in that one spot for it to truly nullify the attack--in which case Mooo would still have his good hand free less than a few inches from Blade's face with which to finish the job. Blade's left hand held a sword--a midrange weapon--in an ultra-close-range fight. This was like bringing a banana to a gunfight.

Mooo's stance was tight, astride, and perfectly balanced from his foot positioning, to his knees and up to his hips. His posture was good as well--even as his left hand dipped down to attack, he was still maintaining good balance throughout his body and wouldn't be moved by anything short of a very, very hard push.

Now, while Blade's attack to his own aura carried a lot of voltage--a lot of flash--it carried no pressure.





Even as the electricity forced its way through Blade's aura and shattered it, the explosion it carried wouldn't be powered by anything, nor would it have any electrical charge behind it. Even in a superconducted state, electricity only carried any real power when it had a current behind it--electrified water only had a kick to it when there was an active circuit in said water. As Blade's sword touched his aura, the electricity would work its way down the aura as Mooo's fist approached Blade's body in extreme slow motion--electrons moved far, far faster than even a superhuman body like Mooo's could hope to achieve, and as the electrical energy broke apart the aura and sent its meager backwash outward, its force hit the ground--this is of course noting that Blade's feet had been touching the ground the entire time--and fizzled out. It seems that the "theory of elementalists" or whatever that this guy subscribed to had a major weakness: the laws of physics.

With not only the thoroughly unpowered electrical energy and the equally-unpowered force of Blade's aura exploding, there was now nothing left between Mooo's fist and Blade's armpit. The sick popping crunch of Blade's right arm being dislocated from its socket was met with another grotesque series of cracks and tearing noises as Mooo's fist drove deep into Blade's right armpit, one of the key areas on the human body that could not be tensed up. Blade's clavicle cracked--it was only a hairline fracture, but that kind of pain didn't go easy, especially since the clavicle supported the weight of the head. Unless Blade's head fell off, the excruciating pain would subside until he splinted the bone.

Of course, "punches in bunches" is the strategy of any infighter, and Mooo was no exception. Even after feeling the satisfying weight of the first clean impact on his opponent's body this match, Mooo's right shoulder dipped back a tiny bit as his left fist retracted, his right hand shooting around in a tight, clean short hook, aiming to catch Blade in his temple as he turned his hips sharply to the left with this strike, keeping his feet planted. A southpaw's right hook moved faster than an orthodox left jab, as it had less distance to travel--and since it was able to use the turning momentum of the body, it was a much more powerful technique. Couple this with the fact that Mooo was right-handed, and Blade would be taking an incredibly powerful shot that would cause his brain to swim around inside his head, probably affording him multiple concussions for the price of one, and maybe a cracked skull for free.

Look--fuses for electric livestock fences are one amp. It takes less than that to kill the average human being, like I've said before.

How is the aura conductive? For that matter, the way you describe it, it's a superconductor. How does it work? Yes, you're not trying to hit Mooo with another explosion, but a lot of volts going through something does not mean it's going to force it to explode or even break unless it has the pressure to push it through with the required force.

AMPS are the actual force that kill a person, as they're the pressure driving the electrical current through.

No amps = no pressure = no flying. Volts are the charge, the zap. There's no push behind them, though, so that means, again, no flying.

Okay, so let's look at Neji's simple explanation of Hakkeshou Kaiten: forcing chakra out of his chakra points while turning (and utilizing Juuken at the same time) is what allows him to perform the move. Blade is just standing there.

No spinny = no Kaiten = no forceful backlash. Also, let's look at my post-before-last:


In order for the sword to touch Mooo, blade would have to turn his wrist backwards--that's of course assuming that it didn't fly out of his hand, as Mooo struck the pendulum (as it were) at the base, effectively stopping movement from it, and in this case so suddenly that it might in fact cause Blade to drop the sword. There is no physiological reason short of him being ******** Dhalsim that he's able to touch the sword back to Mooo after getting it stopped like that.

Once again, you raise a stink when you're about to get hit. All this fight, I've been give-give-give and I've put up with your bullshit. This time, I am showing you which of us hits the ******** books instead of using Naruto as a scientific reference. Half the fun of RF is getting hit, but seriously, you just don't know how that works. You're so obsessed with making Blade look cool that you don't give a second thought to how the science you're attempting to work in even works. If you're gonna solely base something in fantasy, by all means go ahead, but be prepared to face the music when something just doesn't work.

He broke free from the web--but that's a ******** spider web. He didn't blow anything away while doing so. Once again, Naruto is a very, very bad scientific reference.

On the other hand, CRICHTON is a very good scientific reference, as he actually does his research before putting pen to paper, which brings me to my next point:

You can have an electrical current at 0.05 to 0.10 amps, dude. Do your ******** homework. xd

Like I was saying about Crichton, the human body can accept a charge upwards of two million volts in the 0.10 to 0.25 amperage, which will simply freeze the person in place and then cause them to slump over as the current leaves their body, meaning that you'd need some significant pressure to slam somebody with 37,000 volts and force them to fly backwards.

Y'know what Mooo controls? His body. Y'know, that thing that you have, or at least I'm assuming you have if you haven't completely sold yourself on your "theory of elementalists" (I still can't believe you tried to pawn that s**t off on me). Mooo is throwing a punch for an open target (which was left open by your character, mind you) that will cause severe damage, as it's actually hit already. You raised a stink because once again you're in the red here. I've been giving and giving this entire fight, and if anybody else has any questions about what kind of crap I've had to deal with from this schmuck, I can post some of his "science" for all of you to see. It's time for you to put your ******** teeth together and learn when you've been beat, Blade.

Boy, you are missing a lot (it's two words). So after doing big move after big move after big move after big move, Blade still has enough energy to fine-tune something like that, when his opponent's right in his face? Yeah, you're gonna feed me that crap about "how much thought do I put into breathing." Lemme tell you something: hand-to-hand combat is muscle memory. Hours piled upon hours of the body being forced into movement that is concurrently forced onto the mind, creating what's called REFLEX, or MUSCLE MEMORY. This is how Mooo's able to do a seemingly complex combination of armpit-to-right hook from a southpaw stance, because he's practiced it, and I've inferred as much in my posts. Where's the scientific explanation for how your character is able to have such a limitless amount of energy control?

As another moderator said, your move is less Neji and more Blanka. However, Blade isn't generating electricity with pressure, as Blanka learned to generate electricity from his body from electric eels (which still doesn't make any sense)--you never described that, therefore making it a moot point. Cover your tracks with descriptive posts in order to create back doors like what you're making now. xd

Once again, no pressure = no hit. You have never described once in any of your posts the amperage of your attack, therefore leaving me to describe it--and I gave little to no amperage for the attack, therefore making it useless due to your carelessness in writing.

Yeah, like what, reverse grip? Your character fights like he's in a ******** anime, I can't trust him to hold his sword correctly--which you also didn't describe--because I haven't seen anything in your writing that shows me that you understand the physiology of fighting. C'mon, reverse grip and heavy emphasis on kicks? What kinda retarded fighting style is that, something you learned from Dudikoff? xd

Here's something I learned while practicing kenjutsu: you don't hit with the sword. You flick it--it's a sliding cut. There's also a reason you hold the sword with both ******** hands: holding it with one hand doesn't give you the balanced, strong grip you'd have just swinging it around in one hand like a club. Christ, I'd hope you would at least do some looking-into of things before diving right in. xd