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The Female of the Species
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 Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 5:31 pm
Sokoya, getting the dress under control, would continue to lounge about, almost as lazy as her author.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:05 pm
Sokoya Ramak Sokoya, getting the dress under control, would continue to lounge about, almost as lazy as her author. him too
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:41 am
 "Well. It would seem there is at least one soul with some kind of vigor. Yes.. I can even feel your battler's spirit emanate from your flesh! But tell me, boy: what backs those fists of yours? Do you have what it takes.."
 [ STURM UND DRANG]  The second wave, spinning in place madly as the upturned wind blew the scenery to& suddenly, the branch Bruder spun upon snapped in half. Mid-descent, Schwartz suddenly reached out and grabbed both halves of the felled tree arm, each chunk roughly 5' long each with a 2' diameter, and chucked them outward mid-spin with horrifying acceleration behind them; the first screaming towards the black-dressed girl standing idly by, the second directly above the head of the aforementioned stranger as it whistled by. Lurching back, Bruder caught the tree - and.. seemingly a second camouflaged sheet. Ripping it apart without even looking, he thrust an exact duplicate of his original coat upon himself, securing it with eerie ease, before eying the opposition fiercely.   " .. to stand as a warrior? Well?" Eying the tanned warrior with impatience in his voice, the ninja called: "Attack. Now."
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:05 am
Well....Sokoya had a black dress on. That meant the log was heading for her, right? Maybe the guy had some sort of eye problem. Who was she to judge. Besides, there were more important things to worry about. Like a giant log flying right for her face. Thankfully, Sokoya'd already been paying attention to the man. Hard not to when he was being as loud and hyper as he was.
She would push off from the tree, doing a short sprint away from it, as there were no doubt going to be splinters and general impromptu frag from the impact. She'd very much rather avoid such things. The burst took her about 10 feet away from where she was leaning, the dodge started the moment she noticed the projectile headed for her.
And she was right. When the log hit the tree, there was a nice crack, some crashing, bits of wood flying this way and that putting Hollywood movies to shame. Sokoya was just thankfully outside of the blast radius, now staring at the human top with renewed interest. Arms across her chest. "It's not that I'm afraid, far from it, it's just that I've got this thing about death... It's not me!" She called out to him, shrugging her delicate shoulders as she did so.
As such, she had yet to make an attack on the man. Still....she seemed more alert than before.
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The Female of the Species
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:11 am
Haelstrom Fist
".. to stand as a warrior? Well?" Eying the tanned warrior with impatience in his voice, the ninja called:
"Attack. Now." "Your Schwartz is no match for mine!" *Charges, attacking his face.*
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:12 am
 "Hmph. You managed to dodge a telephoned assault. Impressive." Uttering that last word with all of the drenched-on sarcasm in the world, Bruder shook his head with a slightly enthused laugh, before muttering the next words with great care:
"Both of you have potential. However, whether you see it or not, you are still rather upstart. Therefore." Sliding down the bark of that majestic oak tree, before striking the soil ahead, satisfied the trap-bearer from earlier was preoccupied - Bruder suddenly crashed his procured, sheathed blade into the dirt.
"..Come at me, the both of you, at once. Whenever you wish."
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:16 am
Lord Cameron "Your Schwartz is no match for mine!" *Charges, attacking his face.*  "HYAHGGGGGG!!!"
The random man would find himself being upchucked over Bruder's shoulders, likely impaling himself upon that unusual, glowing sword of his. The mistake of a fool going straight for a vital region of the body no soldier worth their salt would leave unattended.
"..And you lack capabilities!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:29 am
Haelstrom Fist
"..And you lack capabilities!"The random man indeed died, but only to have his ranks filled by an even greater adversary. “I see your Schwartz is as big as mine, now lets see how well you use it.” The new challenger attacked, this time with greater speed, swinging madly at the mans chest.
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The Female of the Species
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:31 am
Considering she wasn't really active, she was able to continue playing at spectator for the going ons of the 'fight'. Such as the man in the leather jacket with a imitator lightsaber charging the man. Charging him and getting tossed up, aside, or somewhere. Well that was almost silly. Oh well, time to turn her attention back to nazi ninja gundam fighter guy.
"Uh....how does next week sound?" She offered, smirking at the man. She was toying with him, it was obvious in the tone of her voice. Either she held little respect for the guy, or she honestly just didn't care about the fight too much. Either way, she would bring her arms up now, elbows sticking out and hands on the back of her neck. Fingers laced together. A casual walk started, approaching the guy who was so hyper and eager to fight.
She didn't get far when another energy sword wielding fool attacked the man. Arching an eyebrow, she would pause in her stride, watching this all happen. Perhaps he'd make a mistake and get cut up. Then she wouldn't have the deal with the man. Knowing her luck, though, it was doubtful. Oh well, lets watch and see what happens.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:33 am
The issue with the new challenger was two-fold. The former problem being, rather than attack Bruder's back, he went for the chest. The second being, said challenger was very, very small.
 " HYAHHGGGGGG! GN!"
Crashing that World War II-era right boot directly into the little man's face, the dark clad being would go flying along with that shining blade quite a number of feet, similar to that of a deadly soccer ball.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:39 am
"Hmph. Next week, is it?" Shaking his head, back turned to the woman entirely - the tri-colored ninja responded disapprovingly: "I have no interest in half-enthused, lofty fighters with no determination or motivation. Either learn what it means to be a fighter.."
Turning about-face in an instant, ripping the sword from the ground, Bruder glared with pools of intimidation garroting the dress-clad fighter's eyes.
"..Or I'll tear you apart myself. I suggest you get serious, I wouldn't want to fell you to the ground without even getting struck back!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:41 am
His kick would bounce off the small mans helmet with double the force he put in. “Haha, your no match for me.”
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:48 am
Haelstrom Fist The second wave, spinning in place madly as the upturned wind blew the scenery to& suddenly, the branch Bruder spun upon snapped in half. Mid-descent, Schwartz suddenly reached out and grabbed both halves of the felled tree arm, each chunk roughly 5' long each with a 2' diameter, and chucked them outward mid-spin with horrifying acceleration behind them; the first screaming towards the black-dressed girl standing idly by, the second directly above the head of the aforementioned stranger as it whistled by. Lurching back, Bruder caught the tree - and.. seemingly a second camouflaged sheet. Ripping it apart without even looking, he thrust an exact duplicate of his original coat upon himself, securing it with eerie ease, before eying the opposition fiercely.
So as Bruder eventually hit the ground ((in another post I'm too lazy to quote)) the tanned stranger would be a few feet away, still in his mad dash to victory.Haelstrom Fist ..Come at me, the both of..."
"You've got more than enough to contend with as it stands. Face the power of attorney!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:59 am
Good spirit! The unfortunate truth the brazen young man would have to realize was: Bruder was not just making these claims to sprout some kind of deluded arrogance unto others; there was a sufficient background grounding those claims of superiority, steeped in the defeat of countless fighters, military platoons, and even small armies. A bull-rush of Schwartz was a commendable, impressive take to the situation..
.. and also the one that would be most fool-hardy to utilize.
Nimbly hopping above the first, horrifically telephoned right leg swing - Schwartz did not behave as one would casually expect an enemy to react to such an offensive. Instead, the ninja abruptly landed right on that outstretched right leg - "running" up it just far enough to crash the brunt force of his entire left leg directly towards the poor young man's unshielded face, via the sole of that fearsome black boot.
" If there were five of you, perhaps!! Greenhorn boy!" 
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 10:33 am
Objection!Though the man was indeed in full swing and all that good jazz, it didn't give Bruder free reign to go face smashing, at least not yet. So at the point the blow was being conducted it was given strong momentum, thus the reason for the left side turning to the ground and the left hand anchoring in. Sure it was telephoned up the wazoo, but it was necessary to gain the power to actually ground somebody, rather than to perform some pansy attempt at footsies at the park. So as Bruder came down on the foot it would continue its motion simply because of the strong offensive force on it, probably slipping out beneath the man's weight unless he was somehow light as a feather or otherwise capable of running up a moving leg. Even then he couldn't continue his short run when the leg came beneath the body. So one of two things would happen.
Bruder would either come up the leg and attempt to face smash where the tanned man would lean his head to the side to dodge the blow as the angle would make it difficult for an actual head blow since the man was on his side and already low to the ground or he'd be conducting this while still grounded where the warrior would shift his body slightly to the left to dodge, as he'd be on one knee and able to do such maneuvering.
So from here this takes two paths.
If Bruder chose to somehow run up the leg, the warrior would simply do a roll to knock the man off. Seeing that the man was light enough to actually walk up a leg it wouldn't be hard to perform, unless he somehow knew how to manipulate the laws of physics. That said he'd turn this roll into a sort of spin, planting his left hand down into the ground once his body was facing down where he'd then begin shifting his weight around to throw his legs out. He'd then use his left and right hands as alternating platforms to perform this sort of spin kick, much like a sort of street dancer trying to show off. From here he'd bring the circulation upwards until he was performing a sort of helicopter motion with his legs, using his hands as a stable base to carry on the spinning motion.
To simply things... He was pulling an Eddy/Christie from Tekken.
This would give him a sort of defense in case the crazy neo ninja decided on another assault.
Now option two!
If he decided to throw the leg in and the warrior dodged by shifting his weight, the man would simply come up with his shoulder to land it against Bruder's groin, using this stable platform he had on one knee to heft the ninja up and throw him over his shoulder and to his back. Obviously what the ninja did from this point was out of the man's control, but the man was going to feel some pain from that groin shot unless he had balls of steel.
So afterwords he'd spin around, pivoting on the ball of his forward (right) foot to face the crazy ninja again to carry on his assault.
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