"From how Mamoru reacted, it's best if we left Mamoru's pet alone. We'll have to avoid the traps." Zanko told Leo as he walked forward carefully, looking at the grounds and walls to make sure there was no pressure plates or wires for them to step or trip on. "Keep your eyes peeled everyone."
Level: 1 Ki: 350/350 Sub Style: Wrestling Equipment: Fingerless Cloth Gloves, Hardwood Katana, and Torch §__° _°_ °__§
"Home....it needs me!!!" The High-flying fighter
Posted: Sat Mar 16, 2013 11:16 am
(L)udus's(I)ncorrigibly(W)icked(M)ercenary "Kindnessis the beginning of Cruelty" ~}:Leonardo S. Tensatsu:{~
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}: --- ~{x}: ---
What do you despise?
Immediately upon the decline of his suggestion Leo would fish in his pocket for the lengths of cheap metal guitar strings he'd managed from the weapons store. Attempting to intently tie the four larger bass strings together which he'd grip between his index finger and thumb of his left hand. Using his right thumb to dig into the wound he'd inflicted on his left palm earlier which would usher forth a controlled stream of blood in the 'Crimson Cutter' technique. Incorporating the guitar strings into the equation in an odd sling shot wire idea that had hit him with the nostalgia of past adventures.
"I've got the trip wires."
Stepping forward ahead of everyone a moment, judging the distance further down into the next chamber or passage. If they could disable any trip wires that would leave only pressure plates, and any other trap imaginable for them to navigate. Planning on using the guitar string as more of a spine for the skill than to add any potential lethality since the tendril of blood would bleed from the wire if it contacted anything stronger than decently thick rope or vine. Whirling the blood in a whip like swirls above his hand he'd flick his wrist to send the crimson arc vertically than horizontally as far down the passage as he could in an explosion of released arrows and projectile snakes far enough a head to adequately served the purpose of springing them.
"I'll lead than I suppose."
With baseball bat torch in his right hand extended out, and a swirling mass of slightly reinforced blood occasionally lashing out in an effort to discern or alert them of any further traps littered just beyond the globe of light embodied by their make shift torches. Leo wouldn't advance briskly however, mindful of his footing with the mass number of snake's diving off the edges and slithering about the path. Steel toed travel worn leather boots protection for his foot, more willing to kick or slide the serpents aside than to simply attempt to walk right over them. Curious if snake's bodies offered more resilience than typical non-metal bondage's the threaded scarlet fluid obeyed the impulse with the sporadic sweeping of the ground to decapitate or slice any lingering reptile's that hovered their heads up off from the ground.
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 shakes his head as he continues to witness the horrible death of the night gaunt, causing him to holds his head. He looks the two people with him, while he watches Leo inflict a bleeding wound upon himself. He whispers,"We need to be carefully; the creature I summoned was crushed by a boulder" as he rubs his head. He follows slowly behind them as he puffs lightly on his cigar, while blows out a ring of smoke.
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 5:56 pm
Zanko Nerro The Great Flying Swordsman
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"Okay then." Zanko nodded to both as they walked on ahead. The two torches provided lighting to at least a few yards ahead of them. At most, it was covering a radius of 25 ft around them. Zanko kept his Hardwood Katana drawn.
Level: 1 Ki: 350/350 Sub Style: Wrestling Equipment: Fingerless Cloth Gloves & Hardwood Katana §__° _°_ °__§
Caution: Post's may contain explicit content, language, nudity, blood, or violence.
Equipment ~{x}: Wooden Baseball bat | ~{x}: Stone Shuriken x 2 | Stashed in left pant pocket | ~{x}: ~~~ | ~~~
Technique(s) Utilized ~{x}: Boxing | Punish | Rank D ~{x}: Boxing | Shuffle | Rank E ~{x}: ---
Technique Training ~{x}: General | Violent Fists | 6/7 ~{x}: Boxing | Bone Crumbler | 4/5 ~{x}: ---
What do you despise?
"Boulders might not be our only problem."
Thrusting the torch lit baseball bat forward Leo would squint both his hypnotically illuminated scarlet eyes. Not very distinct, though his gut was telling him that wasn't a natural flicker in the distant random patches of light filtering in from above. Unable to sense things in the dark all three initiates would quickly find themselves surrounded though evenly matched. Mamoru, with his Chi sense would most likely be alerted before the other two if the death of his pet didn't numb the ability. From the walls to either side of them still suspended a good distance up along the vines out of the normal eye level view. With Leo leading he'd focus directly in front of him before half turning to toss the flaming baseball bat back at Zanko. Leo's aim proving well enough to loft it so it stayed vertical with the handle leaning forward for his fellow student to grab if he was quick enough. Drawing his previous blood skill back to overlay his left palm passively which responded by making a fist to match the devilishly confident smile shot back at Zanko, and Mamoru.
"I'll be able to see better with the light behind me."
HssssSSssssssss
Hardily registering the sound before turning back forward he'd manage to adjust his sight just in time to make out a blob of shadow rush his stance in a solid beam of light from above. Year's of similar tactics breeding a sense of instinct to react when logic couldn't dictate the body quick enough, muscle reflexes set on cue's to commit in certain situations. Leading the way into a darkly lit underground swampy marsh dungeon would qualify as such a time, executing his 'Shuffle' Rank E skill to transition his previous even stance in a quick hop jolt back so his right was placed behind him to support his weight as his upper body dips back to the left. What slithered like a scaled bolt into the light would most likely not surprise anyone as rather than a giant snake of some manner the creature resembled an ancient race of 'Naga', or half humanoid half serpent bodied mythological creature's. This one yellow, gold, and red hued even on the exposed portions of flesh with a keen likeness to a well proportioned female.
As this occurs, the almost beautiful monster coiling its serpent's length back end about Leo's waist the other two aforementioned female appearing Naga's would descend to a section of ground right along the wall before advancing towards Zanko and Mamoru who if they didn't get caught up in watching Leo's dilemma would be able to anticipate their own assailants. Leonardo however would have to improvise, and fortunate for him this particular Femme Fatal had chosen to constrict just around his lower mid section which left his arms wide and free. Not striking immediately, the Naga would suspend her upper humanoid body directly in front of him. Her hauntingly pleased, disgusted, and hungry expression causing the notorious brawler to actually lean forward towards her.
"It's a shame you're so cute, sweetheart."
Would Leo by the type to strike a women?!? Surely not a human one, and he'd use fists on one that attacked him. Otherwise, Leo was the guy making a show out of beating up the guy who enjoyed hitting women. A tasteless cowardly act, much as hitting a small child. Killing someone was completely different from abuse, though considered more heinous. In either respect, immediately after his words, and a playful scarlet wink he'd machine gun rip his arms in another attempt at the Rank C 'Violent Fists' technique with no success. The power it was dishing out just wasn't right, so he'd improvise once more as the upper body draws closer to defend its lower that reacts with constriction.
Rank D | Punish
Can we go over that skill one more time? "A powerful uppercut. The skill itself may look simple, but it has enough force to stagger all but the strongest foes. If this skill connects with the enemy's chin, it sends them flying with the force of a C-Rank attack."
"WHHAAAAOOOOOO"
C Rank force would no doubt launch them 'back' which in all the rest of their case's was 'forward' a solid distance just past a narrow archway that marked a doorless passage into a slightly larger laid out room or chamber. The path ending shortly past the entrance as the ground lines along the room walls with extremely hazardous appearing smaller paths bridging across the center of the room which had appeared to of mostly caved into the marsh below quite some very long time ago. Sliding to a stand still right before the 15 or 20 foot drop into the stagnate waters below Leo oriented himself quickly with no real injuries to himself before noticing that in spite of the upper body being K.Oed the serpent portion was still attempting to constrict around his body. Running out of time he'd vaguely recall in the heat of the moment about a boxing skill that involved smashing a downed opponent.
Focusing the Ki into his right hand he'd try to leverage his constricted legs to gain a measure of a stance over the naked upper torso of the Naga's body. Glimpsing the edge he'd panic a moment as his legs went began to go numb, smashing his right hand down once as hard as he could on the side of the Naga's head. With no immediate effect he'd focus while raising his hand for another attempt before pulverising the fist down a second time. Still no effect. Gasping he'd raise his arm once more gripping his consciousness from his body into his fist with a third attempt aimed between her beautifully sculpted breasts. Feeling his hip joints grind with a sensation of fire and tension he'd raise his hand once more a bit longer than before as if to build up a bit better before lunging forward as hard as he could in the tight grip to smash once more across her head with two audible cracks. One from the edge of the drop they were splayed out across while the other brained the Naga open on the ground.
This didn't register for Leo right away, quickly raising his fist for what he thought was his last ditch effort with the Ki building more than it had before either from furthering his focus or a measure of panic. Just like that however, the Naga would instantly release and slowly slither backwards down off the edge into the water below with Leo positioned with his fist still upraised collecting power which would gradually diminish as he stood up and immediately attempted to work out the kink in his hips with some odd number of stretches. Turning around he'd instinctively start running back in the direction of the other two only to pause at the entry way and attempt to pierce his gaze through the gloom to see if they were still ok or needed some assistance.
"Go for the nipples!! They love that s**t!"
Wrong timing?
By this are you truly known
Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 9:21 am
Zanko Nerro The Great Flying Swordsman
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When they were quickly ambushed by the Naga's, something changed in the personality of Zanko. He looked, cold and serious as he grabbed the burning baseball bat. He ran at one of the Naga's and jammed the baseball bat into it's mouth, making sure it forced one's jaw to be unhinged and their teeth stuck into the bat. With that, Zanko slashed at it's belly a few times with the hardwood katana before he spun around and went with a vertical slash as hard as he could towards the crown skull of the Naga's head, breaking the skull open while it's jaw was forced to break on the hard bat.
Zanko grabbed the bat from the Dead Naga's mouth as he soon spoke, "Naga's weapons....Mouth and tail.....weakness....the human part and skull." He seemed to be like a machine as he jammed the flame part of the bat straight into another Naga's mouth at an angle to keep it from using the mouth. "Best course of action.... debilitate a weapon and attack it." Zanko continued as he slashed straight at the temple of the Naga's skull hard enough to break through it. The flames from the baseball bat inside the Naga's mouth were quick to set it aflame. The remaining Naga saw what was going on and were quick to end the ambush and retreat for a little while.
Zanko's eyes returned to normal and he shook his head, "What happened?"
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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The dark voice inside his head quietly suggests,"I would jump back kid, if I was you as the dark voice inside his head uses Mamoru's senses to detect the attackers. He jumps backwards away from the shadowy figure lashing out at him causing him to grow in annoyance. He raises an eyebrow as he notices the figure slither away from them with a bunch of other creatures of its kind. He rubs his eyes as he activates hi chi sense once more, since they had been attacked causing his eyes to glow red.[1/4]
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Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 1:45 am
(L)udus's(I)ncorrigibly(W)icked(M)ercenary "Kindnessis the beginning of Cruelty" ~}:Leonardo S. Tensatsu:{~
Technique Training ~{x}: General | Violent Fists | 6/7 ~{x}: Boxing | Bone Crumbler | 4/5 ~{x}: ---
What do you despise?
With the Naga women retreating once they realized they had bitten off far more than they could chew. This particularly true in Zanko's case as Leo had a good vantage point to witness the boy very efficiently dispatch the ambush that had caught them while he'd been sent flying further a head. Leisurely carrying his still bruised hips Leo would eye about all around him for any potential traps as he glides his booted feet on the crumbled portions of stone rather than the whole pieces that could mark a pressure trap. Once half way between the room he'd walked from and the other two guys positions Leo's own eyes would illuminate their dark scarlet to match Mamoru's own. If Mamoru's eyes could do more than Leo's own at the moment the flare of Ki that illuminated his hues served more to prepare the blood on his left hand should anything else attempt to strike them.
"We should pick up our pace before they return with some more of their friends, or worse. The males."
Gesturing with his hand for them to follow him with haste he'd allow Zanko to hold on to the flaming baseball bat. It would probably serve him better than Leo at the moment whose fists could do more potential damage than swinging a wooden bat. Turning around Leo would dash with careful footing back where he'd dispatched the Naga female that had attacked him. With the only ground in the room ringed along the inner walls spanning out only 6 to 8 feet in some places with the majority of the middle of the room an open pit into the murky waters below whose surface seemed to occasionally be disturbed by various sized fish or worse. Some littered boulders and half rubble bridges appearing to overlay a means to cross on unstable footing should they have too over the waters below. The drop was only 15 feet or so, with some of the giant chunks of rock protruding further up out of the water in some places than their current ground position. Leo would wait at the entrance for the others to travel the moderate distance over to him through the bodies and boulders littered between.
Zanko heard leo and nodded as they continued on ahead into the Temple. Once he had caught up to Leo, he looked out towards the room. "We're gonna need a way across."
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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Mamoru silently follows after the other two with his eyes glowing a crimson red as his chi sense stays activate for the time being. He stumbles to a stop as he leans over the edge of the drop before his voice whispers,"So boy have you decide on killing them yet?" as he stands next to Leo and Zanko. He rubs holds his porcelain mask as he debThey are of use to me still as he hears that they need away across the ravine. He begins to gather dark swirling energy round himself as he enacts his dark pact with the old ones of the fifth dimension. He sends the dark matter outward to open a rift before himself, causing a night gaunt to appear before him. He climbs onto the night gaunt as it carries him across to the otherside, while he and his night gaunt look around before spying a rope bridge suspended in the air. Mamoru pulls a rope releasing the rope bridge low enough for the others to cross over.
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"Thanks Mamoru." Zanko replied as he got onto the rope bridge first, it was quite rickety and hard to cross as Zanko proceeded carefully. The rope was strong enough for one person at a time.
Level: 1 Ki: 350/350 Sub Style: Wrestling Equipment: Fingerless Cloth Gloves & Hardwood Katana §__° _°_ °__§
"Home....it needs me!!!" The High-flying fighter
Posted: Fri Mar 22, 2013 8:00 am
(L)udus's(I)ncorrigibly(W)icked(M)ercenary "Kindnessis the beginning of Cruelty" ~}:Leonardo S. Tensatsu:{~
Technique Training ~{x}: General | Violent Fists | 6/7 ~{x}: Boxing | Bone Crumbler | 4/5 ~{x}: ---
What do you despise?
Standing behind Zanko as he braved the almost completely decrepit rope bridge Leo would absently Nudge him with his right hand brandishing a strong yet playful force that wouldn't completely uproot his companion so long as he didn't start flailing about immediately. Leo's own eye's once more igniting mischievous crimson flash's to dance from once red iris to the other as his attention shifts out towards Mamoru.
"Hey Mamoru! What's it looking like over there? Any other passages leading to something that looks like a giant monster would live in? "
Carrying his confident manner of casual speech off towards the more sketchy of his current entourage. So long as he retained that flying creature or the ability to summon another he'd retain the MVP for dungeon crawling since neither Zanko or Leo could fly. Which meant keeping him alive was priority unless he felt like literally climbing up out of the stink hole they'd got themselves into it.
Once the few adventurers trekked just a few feet beyond the center of the perilous, rope bridge... it would snap! -sending them hurdling down to the watery depths below. From there, they would be drawn away by one of the many powerful whirlpools. Fight as they may, though just as they thought their end would come, the students would be flushed out of the waters and into a large chamber littered with foreign boulders dipped in shallow, marshland waters with very short stalks of lush green grass littered in dense patches, all around. One of the boulders nearby them seemed to groan... as if it were moving... alive. Nothing about it, however, seemed to differentiate all too much from its stony friends -other than some strange carvings upon its body and its shape, oval-like, as an egg. [ Click upon the image to view what this 'boulder' will soon appear to be. ]
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's eyes widen in shock as the rope snaps taking his two counterparts down with them before the sound of water splashes reach his hears. His dark voice cascades throughout his mind,"Just leave them and keep going" as Mamoru leans over the edge. Mamoru shakes his head as he stands up before turning around and comes face to face with a dead end wall, which causes him to groan and mutter,"I can't do that...seems I have to follow after them" as he climbs onto the Night Gaunt's back. The face-less being screeches as it dives down the gaping hole. The creature glides over the rough water, while Mamoru spots the two of his companions disappearing down a ragging whirlpool. He whistles lightly as he tries to grab the two men with the night gaunt's clawed feet, but the whirlpool's power is too strong dragging all four of them into the new area. The night gaunt begins to thrash as it submerges under the water; the mamoru and the night gaunt burst out of the watery portal after letting go of the two men. Mamoru coughs lightly as his eyes glow red allowing him to notice a large amount of ki in the strange rock. He looks around for the other two as he mutters,"I don't think we are alone in here guys" as his being and himself fly up into the air lightly off the ground. His shadowy fox friend muttering,"Be careful Mamoru or you might displease the old ones" as it appears on his shoulder.
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Zanko was dazed for the most part after the whole event of the whirlpools. When it was all said and done, he slowly woke up to a monster beginning to form. His eyes glowed slightly as he stood up and got the Hardwood Katana ready. "Be careful guys...." He told them as he knew just what they were about to fight. He saw a Golem appear, ready for combat before Zanko's eyes slowly grayed out as he dashed towards the beast that fully formed. He jumped up towards it's left arm and slashed at a connection point.
Level: 1 Ki: 350/350 Sub Style: Wrestling Equipment: Fingerless Cloth Gloves & Hardwood Katana §__° _°_ °__§
