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 Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 7:03 pm
This is where the sparing and idea development shall take place. Current Setting: First round of the GTB III Description: Unlike last year, the stone platform has been removed, making the entire ring nothing but a sandy ground. A twenty foot wall surrounds the ring to protect the audience in this open ceiling stadium. Field Measurements: Ring: 70 yard diameter Ten Count Boundary: As soon as a fighter enters the bleachers, the count begins.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 7:38 pm
The sun shone brightly over head and Vash was in an exceedingly good mood. Today was the first day of boot camp, training camp, whatever one wish to call it for the Heaven or Hell tournament. Although a new entrant into the prestigious tournament, he had already done well at proving his worth in the Gaian Tenkaichi Budokai, his debut as his siblings liked to call it. "THIS IS GREAT!" he exclaimed as he stretched his hands above his head, turning his eyes towards the sky to take a look at the weather. "Tck, will there be rain?" he questioned to himself before dropping his arms. Today he wore his white stiff necked jacket that always exposed his chest. Upon his lower body were jeans and sneakers, simple lightweight clothing to match his profession. His weapons consisted of gauntlets upon either arm, both black in color with a blade upon his back and a small pouch upon his waist. Taking a look around the field where a battle was about to go down he sighed deeply. "Now I just gotta wait eh?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 7:53 pm
Orish laid there under the sun looking up at it. Once again he received word that he was invited to the Heaven or Hell tournament, but this time was different for Orish was going to participate. With this in mind he knew he would have to be a part of a team, and he knew he would have to practice with this team. So, he lay there looking at the sun awaiting his partners to show. Just as Orish was about to catch a bit of shut eye he felt the presence of a fighter nearby. Turning his head slightly, while squinting his eyes, he would see the fellow they called Vash.
Orish had changed through his years of combat, and no longer felt the need to be insane. Instead he had a great grasp of himself now, allowing his mind to focus more on techniques. “ Are you the one they call Vash?” These words escaped Orish’s lips as he lay there looking at the young man. Age had caught up to Orish, and you could see it for he now looked like a middle aged man. Bits and pieces of his long black hair were turning grey, and his purple eyes no longer as brilliant as they once were. Armor was no longer his thing anymore, it hindered his movements now, but instead he wore black silk pants and a matching shirt.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 8:09 pm
"Eh?" So his teammate was already here. It seemed that he was so caught up in the excitement of being able to participate in yet another tournament that he hadn't even noticed Orish's arrival, if he wasn't already there before Vash had shown up. "Yeah, that would be me." Vash replied as he quickly dropped a gym bag size jug that was upon his back onto the sand beside him. "I'm going to go ahead and be an a** and say that your Orish." He stated this bluntly and without question or concern if he had caught the small pun he had included in his statement. After his participating in the GTB he had a decent knowledge of not only the caliber of the fighters that could possibly attend the tournament but also the knowledge that they were merely a stepping pebble in the road compared to those they would find in the HoH.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 6:55 pm
Orish stood to his feet and looked at his partner. For the first time ever he actually saw someone as a partner, and not an opponent. Shadows of clouds moved across the ground as they moved in front of the sun, small echoes were heard from orish shuffling around as he stood, and silk clothing softly danced across his body as the wind blew. “ I am Orish. How long have you been in this game?”
Orish spoke as he closed the distance between Vash and Himself. He was trying to be formal and wanted to shake this man’s hand. Feet turned into inches as he closed the distance, and soon extended his arm out for a handshake. This would tell him what kind of person he would be working with, and as far as Orish was concerned he just wanted to read his partners personality. THis could possibly tell him his partners fighting style.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:15 pm
Vash cocked his head to the side as he pondered what to most would seem as a very easy, straight forward question. To Vash it was more of a trick question. "If by game, you mean the game of life and death, then I have been a part of that since the day I was born." He responded with a sly smile as he reached out his hand. Rather than shaking it, however, he "dapped" Orish up, interlocking his thumb with Orish's to raise his hand at an angle close to ninety degree's before sliding his palm quickly across the other connecting hand, finishing with a snap right after. Although he was quite certain that his partner wasn't all that skittish, he refrianed from showing off the normal light show that progressed when he and James went through their normal ritual of initial meetings that held many sparks and bursts of pretty colors. "If, by chance you mean tournaments...," he paused as he took a few steps back from Orish, the man who was soon to be his temporary enemy, "then this would be my second go at it."
As he spoke his hands balled into a fist, raising upwards to assume the boxers guard he loved to start out with. "Whenever your ready my friend."
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:38 pm
“wow, ready to get started all ready? Very well” Orish said as he watched his partner move back into his stance. Taking two steps back allowed Orish the spacing he needed to feel comfortable with the start of combat. He watched his opponent move his hands up to a boxer ready position, and with that he moved his body into a fight ready stance. With his left foot forward, feet slightly more than shoulder width apart, weight on his right leg, right hand forward and ready with palm open, left hand pulled back closer to his chest with the palm open, and his back slightly bent forward with a slight turn in his torso to face his opponent.. This position looked awkward to be in, but to the trained eye you would now its purpose.
The clouds moved over head as Orish stood there waiting for his opponent to make his move. Orish wasn’t going to start this fight unless he had to, because he wanted to see if his opponent was an Offensive person, or a defensive person. This would be good to know for the tournament, because it would allow him the knowledge to know what kind of fighter he would need to be. Two partners fighting defensive will get nothing done, and two fighters fighting completely offensive would get destroyed in the end.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 7:49 pm
"Tck..." With little notice Vash closed the distance between the two, shuffling forward quickly through the sand. First left, then right, the left again then right, followed again as his legs moved in rythmic pattern. Now within range Vash extended his right fist, jabbing quickly towards his opponents face in a well centered, body foward stance, his feet shoulder width apart with the right foot slightly more forward than the left. The silent whirr of his gauntlets and blade, inaudiable to most, was present within his mind as they began to generate power for him to use on the major offensive later in their little match up. For now he just needed to get things started.
Charge lvl .5
Gauntlets: 7,500Volts
Blade: 8,750 Volts
Electrode Mines: 25
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:09 pm
The man moved quickly, but Orish had seen quicker. He had hoped that this wasn’t all that his opponent had to offer, and assumed that it wasn’t. Orish, with ease, would see the jab coming in towards his face, and with his left hand, move up to grab the fist. His hand would grab the fist and pull upwards and back towards his opponent. This would force the elbow to bend, or force the opponent to turn to the left if he kept the arm locked. Either way, Orish had a very simple plan of action once this happened.
Now, if the arm was bent at the elbow, Orish would use his right hand to “frog” his opponent’s Offensive bicep and then use the elbow to strike at the throat of the man. Now, with his elbow buried in the throat, he would let go of the man’s hand and grip the shoulder of that same offensive arm, and shove the top of his head into the face of his opponent. The head butt would do two things, be a strike, and be a defensive against the man’s elbow. With all of this Orish would shift his weight back with his opponent’s momentum, allowing his right leg to buckle, and twist throwing the opponent over him and onto the ground.
Now, if the arm was locked he would simply twist his opponent around to face the other direction, letting go of the arm, and sending a high axe kick to back of the opponents head with the left leg that sat ready for use. Once the axe kick had landed he would move the leg back into the same position and wait for his opponent’s next move.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 9:23 pm
Normally fights began with a test, a small movement or display in order to draw a certain reaction or to observe how one reaction to a reaction. Vash was doing both at this point strickly because of his experience in the first round of the GTB where he had his arm snapped at the elbow. Now here is where the surpise would come into play. A jab was a quick strike that held very little weight behind unlike that of a straight punch or a hook. The main purpose of a jab was to catch an opponent off guard and possibly throw them off balance just enough to catch them with a more powerful strike. Under normal circumstances the jab, due to the principles of motion would have to follow through until being caught or stopped by an opposing force, but Vash was not a normal human.Quote: Unlocked mind: This is a characteristic keen to elementals of his birth home. Each elementalist spends days on end becoming in sync with their element, therefore unlocking their “mind” to the barriers one would normally face when using its abilities. This unlocked state allows for a quicker reaction time as well as better perception of extreme speeds as well. It also allows the person the ability to sense with the natural element as if it were a part of them. With this, it becomes extremely difficult to be attacked through means of any kind of mental attack for where his humanly senses kick out, his elemental traits kick in further.
It would be at this moment that Vash would push himself back, jerking his right hand from the grasp of OrishH hopefully the sensation in his hand from the electrical shock would keep him from putting up a decent fight. As he executed what seemed to be a retreat, his left hand would reappear from the pouch, three orbs in hand and lift forward and up. As his left arm came just above parrallel to the ground, he opened it, releasing the orbs to send them on a crash course with Orish's body. Of course there would be no way to tell where they would hit exactly since they werent aimed, but hopefully, due to how close they were when thrown, at least one would hit successfully. Upon a successful hit to any location upon the body, Orish would be faced with a second, more devastating shock. The orbs were in a sense mini tasers that were set off upon contact with a specific heat source, or a large source of heat. Orish best pray an orb didnt hit his chest.
Charge lvl .5 (varying)
Gauntlet R: 0 Volts
Gauntlet L: 7,500Volts
Blade: 8,750 Volts
Electrode Mines: 25-3 in use
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 10:28 pm
Just as Orish began his attack on his opponent he was pulled into his opponent’s defense. The defense was very quick, but not evasive for it was only a shock to Orish’s body. Now, with the shock Orish would let go of the males’ hand, and jerk away quickly. This is what his opponent wanted, and so he would continue on with his next several movements. He felt his left hand going numb from the shock, and slowly his arm following the hand. Orish winced in pain as he remembered the pain of the shock.
Orish pushed the pain to the back of his head as he looked up at his opponent who seemed to be tossing three orbs towards him. This man seemed to be using energy, possibly lightning, but instead of continuing to find out Orish to the next step to bring his opponent down a level. Orish then activated his Death AuraQuote: Death Aura: This is an Aura created from the Core of Orish eliminating all energy used within a 10 foot area of his body, and energy that is created inside of Orish. When Orish died and came back as a Shinigami he learned the affect of death and its energy. Death energy has the ability to take all energy of any element, life force, and life source and tear it apart at its core with in milliseconds. Any energy contained in a shell, such as a body, would have a very slow similar affect. The effect of which, energy becoming nonexistent within the small area of death, and thus life is destroyed. With the knowledge of this energy Orish has learned how to activate the affects of this energy from his Shinigami presence, and slowly destroy all life around him. The effects of Death Aura are painful entrances to the 10 foot area, slow life drain, and nonexistence of energy due to the rapid destruction of its existence. Quote: Shinigami Shell: Released from hell Orish has been living upon the earth for years looking for his body, but through these years he has had times where he has had to defend himself. During his time searching he was forced to fight Spirit hunters, and even those who could see spirits. This allowed his Death Energy to grow, and he eventually grew to the point where he no longer needed his old physical body, due to his spirit energy being strong enough to form a physical shell. The Shell is extremely cold to the touch, and consist of no body organs; just death energy.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 9:07 pm
....."Oh my, so this is what I was sensing." Curious words escaped into the air as a new figure appeared in the bleachers. This person sat alone, in the middle row of the bleachers, making sure to have a good view of the current on going fight. The figure spoke again, "It would seem these are the faces that I'm gonna need to familiarize myself with," as he finished, he held up a small note to his face, "After all, these are my new comrades." He immediately tucked the paper back away within his pocket. As it was stashed away, the outside of the note could be seen, with the words reading "Team Eclipse."
.....The figure then stood to his feet and made his way down the bleachers to the guard rails, to get as close as possible to the fight. As he slowly made his way down, it had become considerably easier to make out the figure. It was none other then Kaze, a simple laid back teen, with a half demon heritage. The boy had a certain atmosphere about him, one that had changed over the years. He now had a full sense of control and calmness added to him. His self confidence had grown significantly, along with his appearance. Kaze was no longer the small, boy faced kid he once was. He had become a bit taller, standing at 5'7, instead of his dwarf days, along with growing into a slightly older appearance. His face didn't appear as boyish as it once was. It now appeared thinner, with slight facial hair trying to make it's way to the surface of the boys skin. The halfbreed's hair had turned to a darker shade of brown, once being dirty blonde. The pair of fox ears on the boys head remained the same, being dark red in color. The only difference seemed to be as if he had grown into his ears, causing them to appear smaller. The young warrior was not at all dressed for combat it would seem. On his upper body, all he wore was a plain white dress shirt, loosely fitted. Down to his lower body, he had on a pair of matching white pants. He walked bare footed, only having bandage wrap cover his feet.
.....Kaze leaned forward on the guard rail, allowing the railing to support his body by folding his arms over the bars. He watched the fight with much admiration, he had always enjoyed watching new people go at it, especially when he doesn't know what to expect from either side. It was all one big surprise to him. His tail swished around as the beast child grew eager to start a match of his own.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 9:18 pm
"The hell?" Vash questioned aloud as he jumped back a few more steps. It was odd for his orb not to set off upon touch and it took a moment of thinking before he could make an educated guess. The soft whine of his generators began to grow as the electrical charge continued to build within them. Due to his retreat he was outside of the range of his opponents aura, leaving him clueless to its presence. Rather than waiting again for his opponent to start an attack, he darted forward again, running directly towards his opponent with his hands lifted into his traditional boxers guard again. Once again his right hand led out in a jab towards his opponents face, however this was a feint. His right foot was slightly in front of his right as his fist launched forward merely for his flow of motion to change as his waist turned to send his left shin towards the back of his opponents calf. The aim was the soft spot between the muscle and bone to weaken his opponents base with a powerful strike. Being that it was a low kick that was meant to connect at an area outside the line of sight chances were high that it would hit, however, he had learned to expected the unexpected.
Charge lvl 1 (varying)
Gauntlet R: 7,500 Volts
Gauntlet L: 15,00Volts
Blade: 17,500 Volts
Electrode Mines: 25-3 in use
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 9:31 pm
The soft sliding of metal leaving is place whispered into the air. "Sasu Shirutetsuki! (Shine Silver Moon)" A loud voice rang out above the beast child as a shadow quickly enlarged upon the ground mere feet behind him. The wondrous gleam of beautiful steel relflect upon the ground mere moments before the blade would slice through the child below him. The air grew heavy within the area of release of his blade as per custom that accompanied the sudden flare of enraged abilities. Akiyo, however, was not there to play games. No, standing at a height of six feet three inches, Akiyo was there to train the boy into what he needed to be in order to survive the Heaven or Hell tournament. He wasnt dressed formally, no, he had no need to do so for such a setting. His normal shinigami gotei uniform was replaced by leight weight black jeans with a matching T-shirt. He did however chose to wear his traditional sandles. They were too comfortable to give up.
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 10:05 pm
.....The fight was picking up heat as it went on, each moment drew more and more of Kaze's attention. He was watching the fight, imagining what he himself would do in such situations. 'Ah! If it was me I'd give a-' The boy's thoughts were soon cut off. The intention to fight flooded the creature's body. As sudden movements shifted throughout the air, the boy's natural instincts forced him to jerk around. He whirled around with little time to process what was going on, or even what was before him. The first thing that grabbed Kaze's attention was the shine of a blade coming down over him. The young warrior moved his right arm across his body to the left side of his waste. This was done by muscle memory, as a trained action to take when he was about to enter a duel. His right hand clasped over his sword -WHA!' To his dismay, he hadn't transformed into his battle for quite yet, and to be honest, he was humiliated to be caught at such a moment. It was almost as if he was caught with his pants down. There was now no time to transform and his options had become limited. The young lad just felt like screaming his head off at the moment. 'Ha!' and that's when it came to him. With nothing less then a second to spare, Kaze let out a tremendous,
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEERRRR!!!"
His sudden roar allowed a strong guest of wind to escape from the boys lungs and straight towards his current assaulter. It wasn't harmful in any way, other then it may have a bit of a smell to it, and it held the possibility of pushing the figure into the bleachers. On the other side of the attack, Kaze himself was pushed back quite a bit, allowing himself to mangle up a few seats. He was lying on his back, stuck in a small pile of debris.
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