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 Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 3:06 pm
His fists were tracing the pattern which they'd done before; retracting, re-expanding, feet happily changing stance just at the end of one blow, to continue the next. Yet, strangely, Omi happened to not notice this person come up to him. At least, until she spoke - which, nearly caused him to fall over clumsily.
Turning to face the source of that soft voice, his pupils came across her - hearing her question, and nodding once with a sheepish smile. "Surely. A nice spar would do me well, I 'spose. Hand-to-hand, than?" Gesturing his head over to the pile of things which Omi had removed from his person; both of his boots, gauntlets, chain mesh, and sword sheath - the latter was the one which he'd motioned towards. "Afraid my weapon's broken, and I'm not much of one to handle a strange blade - or we could've had a friendly match with 'em. But, a spar's lovely as well."
"Polite girl. Though, something seems.. dead, in her voice? Nah, none of my business - I'm one to talk, dammit." Finishing reprimanding himself in his thoughts, the mercenary relaxed his tensed arms - a polite bit of warmth to his expression, though.. his eyes had such a piercing gaze to them. As though, every detail around was being watched for.. calm, merry - yet, so attentive to every little detail around? Regardless, a few steps were taken back, so a nice bit of space had been struck between them.
"My name is Omi, a pleasure to meet you. You may strike first."
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 3:22 pm
"Very well then, hand-to-hand indeed. My name is Raine. A pleasure to meet you as well. "
After these words were spoken, her left hand abrubtly reached down and flipped a small metal clip on the straps that held her Odachi on. As soon as she had flipped the small metal clip downwards, it released the straps around her shoulder and waist, allowing her sword to fall to the floor. The Odachi, still in its sheath, hit the floor with a loud clank, and with her right foot she kicked it out of the way.
She backed up a few steps.
Her body bent forward, her head downwards in a traditional Japanese bow.
Normally, one was to not take their eyes of their opponent while doing this, but since this was merely a spar, Raine allowed her eyes to trail to the floor.
Standing back up to normal posture, she nodded, showing she was ready and would advance.
Abrubtly, she did advance forward. She didn't have to go very far, since she was already standing close to him. She had assumed no stance.
When she reached him, she abrubtly shot her right fist out in an extremely powerful punch to his gut. This would most likely knock the wind out of him, or cause him to black out from the lack of air and from the pain it would cause.
Ironically, as powerful as this punch was, she had held back more than half her power.
Since..It was only a spar.
Her left hand remained at her side while she did this, and her feet were shoulder-length apart. Her expression remained neutral.
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 3:40 pm
Raine. Very well than, his opponent was Raine. Despite what distance seemed present in her wrods & posturing, Omi still felt as though she was rather polite - kind, though mysterious. Naturally, his thoughts began to ebb away - as his gaze fixed onto her. Watching the outer edges of her as a whole, to predict the direction of her movements as they came. The bow which he received, was more than unexpected; but, he quickly bowed his head in response, before returning it to a normal posture.
As usual, he stood upright. Arms stiff at his sides, feet spread but a foot apart. However, something was.. different, this time. Unlike previous spars he had participated in, his shoulders were positioned a tad more forward than usual. And - Raine began with a sudden rush towards him, little distance to cover. Quickly, his mind rushed over what he could, and couldn't do; his previous spar, had Omi rush into a blow in order to deaden it. But, the force coming towards him - it couldn't be done.. though, something was done to counter the strike. Thanks to his leant-forward shoulders, his arms were spread apart just a bit more towards the front of his body, than the sides; a moment or so before the impact of the blow would come, he turned, to his left. Right shoulder forward, almost pushing against the side of Raine's fist with his waist as his body re-positioned itself. His gut was safe; and, the direct path of the blow was ruined. Despite it's power, if a straight punch was forced to bend late in the strike - how much power it had would, obviously, be dwelled.
Furthermore, his left arm was still at it's side. At that moment, her right hand had gone to his right side, thanks to how he positioned his body; her right arm was crossed in front of her left, for a brief moment. If he was to strike early in this spar, it had to be now - as his own left arm bent up, fist now facing her - and, then, it shot forward. A blow that close shouldnt've held much force.. was it even a foot's distance? Yet, as the blow came towards her outstretched right arm, the air rushing over his knuckles would assure one whom could hear it: it was going to be a deadly blow, if not dealt with.
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 11:26 am
Raine was very flexible, which in this case was a very good thing. Her flexibility had saved her life in her official match more than once, as it would in this moment.
As soon as his body turned a bit to knock her fist off course, she reacted. Her upper body suddenly bent backwards. Farther than a normal human could go.
Matrix-style bending, her head and upper body went so far back it almost touched the floor, which would allow his fist to go straight above her. Her balance not once faltered while she was performing this.
But she knew that he still had the advantage in their current positions.
Abrubtly, she threw both of her arms back and touched the floor, now being in a 'bridge' position.
She simply, or rather not so simply..But for her it was nothing to throw her whole body weight backwards on her oddly positioned hands, throwing her feet back with the force of throwing her body weight, and kicking out into the air with both of them while balancing on her hand.
This kick was positioned for his gut once more, way more force put into it this time.
She was very flexible, as was mentioned before. Her agility was just as excellent as her flexibility, if not better.
This kick, with more power, would most definitely cause some internal errors within his body, unless he had a gut of steel..
Which, she was pretty sure he didn't..
But in this tournament, you never know.
((Huh..I guess it's working again.))
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 4:54 pm
The man sidesteps Trei's lunge, fast as always. There has to be a way around it...
For the moment, though, Trei has to figure out a way out of a rather compromising position... Unluckily for him, the man was in the process of grabbing and dragging Trei by the arm like a rag-doll. Well, rag doll Trei would be. When the man pulls down on Trei's arm, Trei allows all of the muscles in his legs to loosen almost to the point of limp-ness; so, rather than bending Trei's body forward, the man's yank causes the boy to fall to his knees.
From his rather...compromised... position, the young man tries yet again to mount a counter offensive. His left fist whips around in a powerful arc, a powerful strike aimed for the man's right thigh. In Trei's mind, though, this attack is a feint much like the previous one...
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 9:17 pm
An odd posture, Raine has assumed; both of her arms back on the floor, raising herself upward - weight shifted towards her wrists & palms. His left hand, springing towards where her shoulder had been but moments ago, was now recoiling with a bit of annoyance present in him. Perhaps, in normal circumstances, Omi would have noted just how far his opponent had bent backwards. As well as how unnatural the positioning was. This, of course, was not such a case. What truely bothered him, however, was the stinging feeling lining the side he had used to force Raine's strike off-track. For a moment, his mind faltered.
"She's strong. And even then, I feel as though she's holding back. People like this.. here, everyone is at such a high tier. And everyone is amazing - even divine. Could it be my place to compete-"
Gritting his jaw, the mercenary's amber eyes followed her movements - as his hands tried to assume a proper stance again, fists in front of his face and elbows bent upwards. But, he didn't expect her to launch an assault from that position; then again, he had done the same thing himself before. Still, his gut was unguarded. And, her bizarre kick wasn't just unexpected. It was admirably quick; and judging from her initial strike, would pack an incredible 'punch', so to speak.
Then, his eyes seemed to gain a focus. "No. I am just as great as they; whether they tote their bloodlines around and say mine is weak filth, whether they have experience over my head.. I have my own experiences, that they can never have themselves. One's strength, and the impact their blow can deliver are -not- the same thing. Even a giant could have his massive fist lose it's granduer, if dealt with correctly. This girl fights like me, to an extent; loose movements, quick reactions, but in her case, with a tremendous amount of power. Then.. I'll cut through her attacks like they were nothing!" His formed-fists tensed, as did his left leg - which slid in front of the right.
Immedietely, his left elbow forced itself downward, like he was getting ready to throw a punch - but at what? It was lower than her feet, even..
Though, it was low enough to come up at her lower legs. Raine had just put herself in a vulnerable position, by making such an attack at Omi's front. Had it been launched from the side, the back, or anywhere inbetween - it would have been much harder to deal with. But, straight from the front.. her advantage of the moment disappeared, replaced by a confident grin that came over his lips. His left hand roared back up with a fierce, fast movement - plenty of spring in the low uppercut, yet, with a grand amount of force. The air's swish over his hand only confirmed it's strength; his blow, basically, raising Raine's out-stretched legs above their original destination and at a diagonal direction towards himself. Both feet just above his forehead, or in that area. The kick, was ruined.
Raine's, at anyrate. For, because her hands were supporting her body - and her feet, now loftily in the air.. her entire backside was exposed in front of him. And, his feet were prepared just right, for a lovely "scissor kick" from his right foot; as it left the ground, reinforced by his left foot which dug into the ground; moving in a rising arc, the tip coming up towards her mid-back. Thanks to the position she was in, this would be a rather hard attack to avoid; and, another thing was present, in case her feet would try anything before her back twas struck. His right fist. Buckled at his side, and prepared to launch an assault of it's own.
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 7:40 pm
Her position at that current moment was one might call..Er..Uncomfortable. Her wrists bent oddly, her legs up in the air. It wasn't exactly a casual position..
She hadn't exactly expected her force-kick to be countered as it was. A normal opponent would have backed up, or side-stepped. He showed a great skill in simply standing his ground and counter-attacking. It took a fearless warrior to do that, or one that had overcome past fears of pain. Either way, that move from him had to earn slight respect from her. But..No time to think about that..
Her position wasn't exactly a good position, not by any means. He currently had the greatest advantage. Her arms were occupied, her legs unable to kick him in any way. Defenseless.
But, she wasn't a fool. She wouldn't merely sit there..Er..Rather hand-stand there and take a straight blow such as that.
So, if you can't dodge, can't attack and can't block properly, what do you do? Well..The only thing running through her mind would be to cushion the force of the blow by forcing her own body onto his kick. It would still hurt..But it wouldn't be nearly as bad if she smothered his kick in time.
So, she did just that.
Raine's head was tilted backwards while she was still doing the hand-stand/bridge. It was tilted back so far that she was able to see his foot coming towards her just in time. She knew that there were by no means any way to avoid this attack, so with adrenaline and reflexes, she did the only thing she could do. Abrubtly, she dropped her body weight down, allowing a slack in her wrists. Her legs would also drop, if he did not obstruct them in any way. Forcing her body weight down, she was no longer balancing on her palms.
Now, what she had done, was force her body weight down into his kick directly, pushing his foot back down to the ground and smothering it with her back. Her legs, if allowed, would also come down to help her lower body also smother what else of the kick may be left.
Now, this move may have cushioned the force of the kick a bit, but the force of it would most definitely hurt despite what she had done.
Raine winced as she felt a blow land hard at her mid-back, narrowly missing her spinal area. The kick, even when smothered, had a lot of force involved in it. She was glad she had cushioned it, thinking about what it'd have been like to be hit with a full out kick.
Cushioning it, would most likely push the foot back towards himself.
She now would be lying on her back on the floor. For a brief second, she lay there panting. This guy was by no means an easy opponent, despite the fact it was only a spar. But, good fighter or not, she had a determination that would not yield. She could fight just as well.
But, she remembered, she had to pace herself and not go full-out. This was only a spar after all.
Almost as soon as she had landed, she would then abrubtly roll to her right side very quickly, in just a few seconds getting out of range of his feet.
With the same speed as before, she stood up. Now facing him, standing, and panting from the force of his attack, she remained there, waiting for the warrior to advance towards her this time if he weren't doing so already. If there was anything she was good at, it was defensive maneuvers.
She once more assumed no stance, the blank expression on her face the same as always.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 12:11 am
Watching Raine position her back to smolder his foot, Omi felt his leg drop rapidly moments after striking her; the force was still there, though not near as much as what it would have been, had she not countered the blow. For a moment, the mercenary thought back to a previous spar with a bit of curiousity; he had done something extremely similiar to what Raine had just performed, only with his torso..
He had to shake the fierceness in his movements; this was only a spar. "Maybe I carried that a bit far?" Omi thought sheepishly. Still, as she finished panting and rolled to her side, he knew that it was fine. The spar was underway, regardless. Yet, as he shifted his right leg back from the ground, foot sliding along until it was comfortably back onto his sole - assuming the fighting stance from earlier once more, right fist raised in front of left, right leg following suit... another advantage was in play for the mercenary.
She was panting. Chances are, from his previous blow; Omi, on the other hand, since he truthfully hadn't moved much out of his current position, merely had a slightly quicker rate of breathing. A little addreniline running, but no real signs of being wary. His eyes had that clear-cut focus in them, pupils sliding this way and that as though he twere analyzing and factoring in her every movement. This time - the mercenary was on a side of melee that was less often taken. A pure offensive. From a defensive stance, he was fairly proficient in turning an enemy's offense into their own demise, as already shown; but, he was well aware, his opponent could do very much the same to him. Yet.. Omi realized something. Also like him, Raine had assumed no real fighting stance. She was waiting for him to come to her and strike; intending to reverse it, just as Omi had. Perhaps worse?
"Very well. With such a loose "stance", if I just came in trying to attack, she'd be fully prepared to take advantage of it. Than.." Just then, his feet suddenly shifted forward a tad; the mercenary's entire bodyweight was being focused on the front of his feet. And, he was alternating from foot to foot, not moving from that one spot; the sound of his feet touching then leaving the floor just faintly audible. And, his right fist was just in front of his face - left arm, meanwhile, in front of his waist & in a horizontal position. An offensive stance?
Then, Omi tore across the floor; because of that stance, mixed with his feet's positioning, the speed at which he came forward was astonishing; never missing even a bit of balance. He came up a good foot from Raine, already relatively close to her - shoulders forward.. and launched a right straight towards her chest. Right fist soaring forward at that slight distance. It was a powerful punch, but no doubt, would be countered, dodged, or blocked.
..If he was actually going through with it. His right fist stopped just before it would have extended all the way forward, instantly recoiling. It was a feint. No doubt, in Raine's defensive stance, she'd try to react to this punch first thing; which, would open her up to Omi's next act, the very moment his right arm began drawing back. His left arm swung from his waist, performing a very sharp arc-punch towards Raine's left shoulder. Once again, the force behind his blows was present; if it connected with her, perhaps even if the fist was blocked - it would be a difficult blow not to reel from.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 5:47 am
Good thing Raine had no intentions of blocking it then. From what she had observed, this guy wielded a lot of power within his attacks. Maybe it wasn't a giant amount that she had seen, but he still wielded power. It wouldn't be a good idea to try to block a large amount of force, especially when you havn't had time to build up any power yourself.
As he advanced, she noticed his footing being flighty. He had the footsteps of an agile race, also his attacks being just as agile.
This, she liked. A fast-paced action-packed spar. No stopping, the speed remaining the same. She smirked, wondering what kind of power this guy was actually hiding. After all, it was only a spar..So naturally both of them would be holding back. She'd love to fight this guy in a match sometime, but for now she'd have to be satisfied with a spar.
Since she was in this defensive stance, he had been quite correct that she would react to this feint. But not in the way he might like her to..
As his right fist shot out, Raine abrubtly side-stepped to her left, dodging the blow narrowly, she'd now be standing at his right side. What she hadn't known, was that this was a feint. She immediately figured that out when she saw his fist recoil suddenly. She smirked.
Right now, she would have the advantage, since he'd just about now be striking where she was just a second ago with his left hand. She was on the right side of him, so, in the speed she had demonstrated before, she began an attack of her own, launching it towards his right side.
She abrubtly reached forward with her left wrist, grabbing his right wrist that had recoiled back near his side. Grabbing the wrist, she would then harshly pull backwards with it, it now being pulled behind his back in an odd position. In the way she did this, she made sure when she pulled it back that his elbow would be locked in place..He'd be unable to unlock it from the position it was in.
She would then take her right hand, and very cruelly smack her palm down very hard on the back of his locked elbow. This..If successful, would completely break his arm, since elbows weren't meant to bend that way. A sickening crack would be heard, and this action would render his arm useless.
If this was successful, she would then immediately jerk back even farther with her left hand, pulling him backwards off his feet and onto the floor, where she was sure she would have the upper-hand then.
In case he found a way to counter her move, she positioned her right foot forward slightly, already plotting severl dodges, counter-attacks, and defensive moves she could perform against anything he tried to do. It was just the way her mind worked, analyzing every situation until she could see every possible outcome.
This action of breaking his arm was indeed cruel, but if one was to fight Raine than they'd better be prepared to deal with cruelty in the fullest. She may be nice at times, but in battle she was insane, not caring about the safety of anyone she fights. Her only focus, usually, is taking them down.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 1:49 pm
His tounge flickered across his lips, just to moisten them a tad; Omi felt his left hand meet air. Obviously, she read his feint; a poor outcome for him, to say the least. However, it grew much worse, as she grasped his right wrist; pulling it backwards.. the mercenary couldn't help but blink for a moment. "Just -what- is this girl planning on doing?", he wondered with apprehension.
But when he tried moving his arm, a sickening feeling at the pit of his stomach made him realize just what kind of situation he was in. He couldn't budge it at all; couldn't retrieve it, nor loosen it from her grip. For a moment, his eyes faltered once more. It dawned on him, as her right arm began to descend, just what was about to occur.. he couldn't foresee that his arm would be broken - but, he could tell, his arm would be rendered useless for the time being. Perhaps.. longer.
That, was unacceptable.
If he intended to continue in this tournament and do well, an injury due to a careless movement in a spar was something Omi absolutely refused to accept; his eyes glared down at Raine. And for a brief moment, one could swear, those amber brown eyes had glistened a different color..
His shoulders were still motioned forward; as were his feet. Combining that with Raine grasping his arm so firmly, and it made his next move all the more possible. "You want my arm?" His thoughts were becoming enblazed; his entire body tempo returning to a fast pace once more. "HAVE IT!" He thrusted his right arm forward, as though moving right along with her own arm; along with his entire body; almost as though Omi twere ramming into her. Even with the strength in which she held his arm - such a movement would force his own body forward, as well as move her own about. Letting his elbow relax just enough, a bone breaking was much less likely.
The mercenary thrusted his entire bodyweight into his right shoulder, turning just a bit to the side as it came thundering towards Raine's lower-face; the chin, the neck? It became apparent, this wasn't just an act of desperation to keep his arm from breaking. Between the speed he was moving, the spring his initial jump held, the density of his shoulder bones, and the angle he was coming in.. either, Raine would be forced to release his ensnared arm and foresake her attack to move out of the way - or, she may've suffered a rather unpleasent injury herself. After all, raw bone backed by muscle slamming into you at a high speed and short distance, is absolutely nothing to play around with. Even if she managed to block it - it was more than likely, she'd be knocked back, which obviously, would open her up for an even worse assault.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 5:02 pm
This was was one of the outcomes Raine thought this situation might have. But nevertheless, it was still somewhat unexpected. What was shocking was the force and anger he put behind his counter-attack.
She could see it in him. Such a determination and fierce attitude that came so suddenly.
His strike was led by these emotions, which would only make it way more powerful.
She definitely wouldn't want to try to block this.
Of course, who would want their arm to be brutally snapped? Especially in a spar.
But to Raine, battle was pure joy. Cuts and death were only minor draw-backs, but to her they were nothing. She didn't care about her life and she didn't care about anybody else's life. Pain didn't bother her, though she did feel it. But to her, it was a small price to pay for happiness in taking another's life away.
That was what made her so dangerous. The fact that she was so insane when it came to these things. Her mind was pure chaos when it came to battle. Her insanity..Leading her attacks with an unknown power.
Raine knew she had to back off. If he carried this out and she got knocked away, plus an injury that could affect her movements, she would be in a bad position. She didn't want to lose to this man..She wouldn't.
Abrubtly, she let go of his wrist and spun to her left while stepping, spinning out of the way of his shoulder coming for her with a great agility. He would merely go right past her...Which, she would then perform her attack.
As he would go past her, the momentum and force he put into attacking her would be carrying him forward right now. Especially since his target disappeared, he would have no obstruction in his path to slow him down. So naturally, his body's gonna go farther than he intended.
This was when Raine took her chance. As soon as he went past her, she took a step forward towards him. She'd now be standing right behind him.
The next thing she would do, would most likely be rather shocking if it worked.
Abrubtly, both of her hands shot out on either side of him and grabbed both of his wrists. Her right hand would have ahold of his own right, and her left would have ahold of his own left. Abrubtly, she would then lift her right leg, being as flexible as she was, and press the bottom of her boot against his middle-back.
Once again, being as cruel as she was, she harshly jerked back on both of his arms, pulling them both backwards really far while she held the rest of his body forward with her right foot applying pressure to his back.
She kept pulling, pulling harder and harder.
If this was successful, it would dislocate and temporarily render both of his arms useless. Perhaps even break them from the force of them being pulled back.
Either way, his arms would be completely useless if this action were successful.
If it worked, a sickening snap or series of snaps would be heard as the shoulders were dislocating and possibly the arms breaking. She would then use her right foot to apply more pressure to his back and let go of his arms, kicking him forward, which would most likely send him sprawling to the ground from the sudden force.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 6:36 pm
Omi grinned; his arm was released. Good, now he could turn the tables. At least.. so he thought. He loved the flow of battle. He loved the addreniline, the rush, the tenacity.. but, that was not his chief purpose in battle. Not at the least. And if it came down to harming others - mortal wounds, however few he had dealt due to keeping himself in check, made him feel disgusted with himself. Both because he felt true skill would allow defeat without murder, and becase of the moral issues lining a death.
However, as he rammed forward - the mercenary saw what she was doing ahead of time. Yet, as his teeth gnashed together, he also knew - not a thing could be done. Raine had him. His eyelids began to widen in surprise, as her hands grasped his wrists. With such force, he knew there would be no immediete escape from such a grip; and then, it got worse, as he grunted in pain whilst her right foot dug into his back.
A bit of paranoia began to unset upon him. He could feel more and more pressure being applied - the pain splitting across him, as his mouth began to open wide in silent pain. Now, he was being faced with far more than just the risk of a tournament-ruining injury.. if this attack succeeded, it was entirely possible his spine would crack. He could die.
The very thought of it - a "friendly spar" leading to his pending loss or even death - disgusted him fervently. Slowly, rage began to blind his eyes - building beneath his skin. "That Tavern - Shilon, Jigen.... Yuffie.. how unworthy of all of you could I be, to die so pitifully? How pitiful.." He could feel the horrific tension mounting in his shoulders; it wouldn't be long, before both of his arms would shatter. Yet, something bizarre was also occuring. Raine would probably feel it even; a low, rumbling growl beginning to emit from his throat, shaking violently through his flesh. His arms, despite being pulled with such force, were shaking regardless; his shoulder blades rolling back and jutting against his skin.
Then, Omi, again, ruined one of Raine's assaults. She had forgotten something important; his legs. Raine was quite flexible, which allowed her to place the bottom of her boot against his mid-back at a relatively close range. However, this meant less distance between her foot, and her body. And, adding onto that, the fact Omi was rather lanky in his build to begin with - and, the problem was evident. Raine was balanced on his back with one leg, and the floor with the other; only, one leg was upright.
Not for long, though.
His left leg suddenly left the ground, the sounds of pain emitting from Omi's throat completely silencing. The speed at which it left the ground was frightening - especially in that position. And, the foot twisted horizontally; a rather long foot, perhaps size fifteen? At the angle she was, mixed with the speed he was kicking at.. she'd almost be guranteed not to dodge. What was truely horrific, was the force. It was absolutely nothing like his earlier blows, despite how sharp they were. Either, Raine let go of his ever tensioning arms.. or, suffered having her entire realm of balance thrown off - which, would be even worse, as he could then mount a counter-attack. And, before, Omi was treating this as a friendly spar.
If he got a chance to strike back.. that might not hold true.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 7:31 pm
The thing was, Raine hadn't forgotten about his legs. In fact, she had expected it. Since, there would be absolutely no other way he could defend against an attack like this without using his legs. So naturally, those were the things she had expected to strike back.
The scary thing was, she hadn't expected his kick to consist of that much force within it. That, set her on edge. This guy..He obviously feared losing his life, or the use of his limbs. That in itself was all she needed to gain the upper-hand. She only grew stronger as her enemy's fear grew. She thrived off of their will to live..It only made her want to destroy them even more. Of course, even if her opponents cared nothing for their life, she was still a formidable foe. But her true strength came from what she enjoyed more than anything..
Obliterating the very soul and crushing the body of the soul until nothing but blissful oblivion dawned on them. She was obviously...Not alright. In many different ways.
Insanity was what she was best at. Which is why their 'friendly' spar had suddenly turned into a fight for their very lives. Though, her fight..Was only a fight to take away his life. To her, the only sad thing about dying is not being able to fight anymore..
But who knows? Maybe she'll be able to fight in the after-life. It was the only thing her whole being consisted of.
Destruction.
A grin had been upon her face as she had tried to brutally rip his arms out of their sockets. This grin was an emotion of pure enjoyment. It seemed she had forgotten that this was merely a spar.
Out of her peripheral vision, she caught his foot slightly starting to shift. She knew immediately what was about to happen.
But, she hadn't expected so much force and speed to be applied within that. Good thing she was in a position that would enable her to get away fast enough from him. Or rather, him away from her.
Since she was applying force forward on him with her right foot, and pulling backwards with his arms, if she let go, what would happen? He'd act as a catapult, shooting forward from the two forces pushing against each other.
But since his left leg was on the move, he'd rather..Fall forward, probably sprawling all over the ground when this happened. Either way, he'd be away from her.
So, that's what she did. Despite the speed of his leg moving, letting go would take less time. And, she did just that.
Abrubtly, she let go of his limbs, pushing forward slightly with her right foot to send him forward with even more force. With the force that she had shoved him and the fact that his left leg had been raised from the ground around that time, he'd almost certainly fall flat on the floor when she let go.
Since he'd be sprawled all over the ground, or hopefully he would be at least, she would then approach him from the side of him. If, he didn't suddenly pop up and strike her or something. Then she'd just have to counter-attack, dodge, block, or plain get hit. Either way, if he didn't do any of these actions she would approach him. Cruelly, she would smack her right foot down on his back, though not with all that much pressure. This wasn't an attack. It was more a taunt. She would rest her right foot upon his middle-back, and she would then say to him in a cruel, mocking voice.
"...Do you wish to die?
Death's not so bad..
I died once.."
With this she let out a short little laugh, as though she had told a very clever joke. Suddenly, her tone grew quite serious and extremely hostile.
" If you wish to defeat me..
You will be prepared to give up your very privilege of existing.
Despise me..And you have a chance of keeping your meaningless life.
Fear me..And you will die.
Push through the darkness and find your strength. If you can not manage this, then you are but a bother whom shall be eliminated immediately.."
With that, she would then let up off his back and step backwards a few steps. Her stance would be casual, waiting for her opponent to stand.
The words she spoke were indeed odd.
Cruel, mocking, hostile, yet...They were..Encouraging. In her own insane, cruel way, she had tried to encourage him to do better. To get him up and going faster..
Or else, he would have no chance of defeating her.
He would be obliterated if he could not find his own insanity buried inside of him.
Despite this being only a spar, she had every intention of fighting as more than a spar.
That's why, nobody ever sparred her twice in a row when she got like this. That is..If they even survived the first spar.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 7:46 pm
One of the rare light distortions with life would appear near the sparring partners, wielding the very light that existed inside their bodies and outside their bodies to feed its creation in this specific area, or rather just to open a portal to let it in. Simply, a rather strange light distortion would appear, but it would not be seen as one. It wouldn't appear as a light distortion to any eye, as Cziri himself was quite skilled with those eyes, and he had just brought a touch of a pre-programmed illusion spell in with the portal that they would not see. It would give the distortion enough time to manipulate the light, as in reflecting and refracting it to give it the shape and form of Cziri, the colors, and everything else. In whole, it would appear as a clone of Cziri, and Cziri to those who knew it was not a clone. The distortion was bored and had nothing to do, and just watched the fight.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 10:28 pm
His attack, at the least, got what he wished; her away from him. Though, thanks to her letting go of his arms & her foot kicking him away, little else had to be done. The mercenary fell to the ground, bangs overshadowing his eyes; Omi was now on the ground. Face gazing forward, palms ahead of him and upon the ground. For some odd reason, he didn't move. He felt a foot smack down upon his back, resting there comfortably.. and then, her words.
Those, tore his mind into a horrific rage. A frighteningly calculated sort - but, berserk rage none the less.
As he heard Raine step away, Omi finally began to push himself up. Elbows bending to allow himself up, feet slowly carrying him upstraight. The pain in his arms ebbed, though slowly fading into nothingness; besides, even if it did ring with agony, he didn't care. Slowly, he turned around; facing Raine once again, back no longer to her. Eyes still not visible at all, arms at his either side.
Something dull, yet fierce was tearing at his insides; and his lips began to spread apart - before he spoke in a casual tone, though lower than normal.
"It is true, I do not wish to die. Not out of fear of death itself, nor out of fear of you - of which, I have none. It is because, I've other things to accomplish in my life. Many, many more. My death, as much as I dislike it, would mean the damnation of others whom don't deserve early, eternal 'rest' theirselves. I cannot allow that." Rotating his right shoulder once, a bone popping - the mercenary continued in this low thrawl, "Originally, I held respect for you, as do I to all people I meet at first. Lest, they act in a way that should lose that respect. Which, you have. Our terms, were on the grounds of a friendly match. Which is why, we've both held back, as of yet. My question is.." Slowly, his head rared up. Neither one of his eyes held an amber hue anymore; they were both a sickening, swirling green - the pupils trembling out of pure rage, despite his calm voice. "Which of us, I wonder, has held back more?"
Slowly, a line of blood oozed down his right arm. Past the short, dark cotton sleeve of his shirt, dribbling along his bare arm. Yet, during the entire spar, not a single wound of the sort had been struck on him. Something seemed unnatural at that moment, to say the least, as crimson red drops of blood slowly accumilated upon the dojo floor. Drop, by drop..
"You're a fool. You view death as something that can be rationalized away by power, strength.. rank, "worth". You don't mind dying. Which means, you also don't mind taking other's lives - I'd almost be assured, you would do so without a second thought. In fact, I'm sure you've done the same thing you did to me, to other, less experienced fighters.. and slew them." Cocking his head to the right for a moment, he spat on the dojo floor. Then, his eyes barred onto her - this time, with an almost unsettling hatred. "People like you disgust me. There are others here besides us; I'd rather them not get caught up in this foolishness. Plus, you've completely disregarded the honorable nature of this spar. I would highly recommend, you leave this room. Right now."
Then, his lips barred back - teeth flashing, gnashing together. His entire body posture was inched forward, despite the casual stance itself. As though, at any moment, he would roar forward and.. not strike. That wasn't a proper term for him, now. More like: assault. And then, this time, something much more unsettling occured. He spoke as usual, but another, more sarcastic-toned voice at a different pitch spoke in unison with he; it came off as something demonic. Unnatural. "Make no mistake. I see no challenge in you. And, you no longer interest me as a fighter; now, you are a bother to me. An unhonorable wench whom couldn't abide by her own word; a pitiful disgrace. If we fight, I will not give you a 'challenge'. I will rip your head from your neck. We grow tired of you! Again: leave." His knuckles gripped together; resonating a soft sound of cracking, his teeth beginning to gnash together even harsher. If one's eyes were careful - precise, they could probably spot a strange, red 'light' beginning to pulsate down along his mid-right & left arms, at the very exterior so faintly. This time, his voice boomed, vocal cords resonating in a bellow & roar,
"Otherwise, I will kill you where you stand!"
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