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 Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 10:54 am
(Setting - somewhere deep within the training ground, open terrain, mainly dirt covered, dry/hot day around late afternoon)
The sky was on the edge of night and day, colouring the land in a rich orange as the sun dropped away in the distance, the wind blew gently giving a refreshing tip to the air as it was as close to a perfect dusk as Kuma had seen. Taking a long breathe he smelt the air, the hint of fire in the distance, heaven. Lowering his hat down over his eyes as always Kuma walked slowly through the area taking in the calm surroundings. Remembering the time he spent in the academy, the friends he had yet knew nothing about anymore, yet he was exactly the same. His friends always called him 'The Blind Drunk' for a simple reason, his obsession with covering his eyes with his hat, and his love of alcohol. No matter what happened he always kept these characteristics. Right on queue Kuma took out his bottle and swigged some whiskey as he looked up into the sky. "What a great day"
Putting his bottle away again Kuma took out his zanpakto and began to admire it, he had not yet had the chance to use his zanpakto to his full potential, but just having it by his side made he feel that little bit safer. The wooden sheath was just as the blade, an extension of his body. Although he was not that experienced in acttual fights he had worked relentessly to gain some form of his own fight style, picking bits and pieces he liked, yet he was not skilled enough to master any particular martial art yet. He had a passion for hand to hand combat and thought of how this was the perfect setting for a fight.
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 1:07 pm
 The sun beat down upon his broad tattooed back. Today Mikhail was feeling a bit more free, his jacket that he normally wore and his sandals seeming to have been forgotten. It'd been a very long time since the former VC had had the opportunity to spar or even fight since his occupation of Lieutenant rank in the 4th Division. This saddened him deeply but the prospect of being able to get back to what he did best seemed a nice one. In fact, the familiar feelings of anxiety and anticipation brought one of the rarest of sights to his face. A smile.
Mikhail took his time getting himself to the training grounds. For one, he wasn't one to rush or make haste but in part he had forgotten where they were. Eventually though the instincts kicked in and Mikhail found himself along. Arriving to the training grounds the experienced Shinigami could tell that the light was fading slowly. Not but a few meters from him Mikhail could sense another presence, his partner for this late even's duel. Resting his hand on the hilt of his small battle knife Mikhail cleared his throat quietly and acknowledged his opponent. "Are you just going to stand there and admire the scenery or are we going to get started?" There was only a hint of sarcasm in his voice eluding to the dark and dryness of his general humor.
Mikhail, even as a Vice Captain, had been very removed from everyone else. He had never really commanded with an iron fist and seemed to be much more carefree. It was one of the few likeable aspects of him, the fact that he didn't sweat the small things. Everything else about him oozed "a*****e" or read troubled but in truth that was not Mikhail. He was cold, that is unmistakable, but Mikhail didn't care enough to ever be an a** to someone. As with the fact that he didn't sweat the small things, he was not a troubled individual. He was simply despondent and seperate from all others. While he enjoyed the smaller things in life he cared not to over indulge of indulge much for that matter.
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Posted: Thu Mar 11, 2010 9:44 pm
Kuma glanced over to the figure nearby. Glancing over him he noticed how relaxed the figure was in the warm air, the wind blowing slightly. Lifting his zanpakto, still sheathed, he nodded. "I'm ready whenever you are, feel free to call me Kuma by the way" He said with a grin, his hat leaving a shade over his face, making his eyes completely hidden. He held his zanpakto horizontally, his hand on the sheath an inch down from the hilt, holding onto the cloth part, it rested around chest height with a tense grip filling all the way through his arm, however his stance was relaxed. Quickly with his free hand he reached again for his bottle, popped the lid off with his thumb and took a long drink, filling his mouth. After swallowing deeply he shifted the bottle to catch the lid as it fell back down before he put it away again. "Would you like a drink? Most refuse, but you never know" Kuma smiled again.
Putting his zanpakto behind him he attached it to his clothes ready for later, he would start with his hands and see how long he could last before needing his zanpakto. Tightening the wraps around each fist and leading up his forearms Kuma dropped his head to the left until he heard a welcoming click, and then to the right. "Shall we begin? Feel free to make the first move, let's say out of respect for your experience and willingness to train with me" Kuma laughed slightly as he shifted into a fight stance. His legs sat shoulders length apart, bent slightly, sidewards from Mikhail's view having Kuma's left leg forward. His left hand resting down the side of his body with his right hand hovering around his chest to his chin. This stance was openly based on the stance of freestyle kickboxers as it left as little area as possible for the opponent to target.
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Posted: Fri Mar 12, 2010 1:07 pm
Mikhail, as far as he was from Kuma could smell the alcohol on his breath. "No thanks. I'm not a whiskey man. More of a Rum or Vodker guy myself." In truth the former Lieutenant had been known to love his alcohol. He was a connoisseur by hobby and loved most everything he got his hands on. Whiskey and Sake were two of a few acceptions. While he wouldn't necessarily not drink the stuff he prefered other varients of his "fix". So now as Mikhail passed up a free drink one couldn't help but truely think that the man had honestly and fullheartedly turned over a new leaf.
Not one to waste a single second Chekhov, as he was often called jokingly, wanted to demonstrate to this kid the true potential of a real Shinigami. First things first, analysis. Begining to walk about his opponent in a circle Mikhail, using his vibration ability, began to analyze and scan Kuma and his stance. It was a fairly basic and loose fighting stance, simple enough to break and even easier to over power. Ceasing his tracking of prey Mikhail took in a deep breath just as the wind picked up and then Shunpo'd off center to the back of Kuma. Amidst his movements he reared up his long strong left leg and threw most of everything he had into it. It was a simple and basic reverse spin kick and should it land on its target, being the back of Kuma's right ribcage, he would undoubtly cause significant damage.
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 3:54 am
Kuma was starting to think he was the only drinker around here after he had been rejected so many times, but that simply meant more for him, and after all he knew whiskey wasn't loved by most. As Kuma watched his opponent he knew one of two things were coming, either an all out frontal attack, or some form of surprise shot to check his reaction - it was the latter. As soon as Mikhail vanished from sight Kuma knew he was about to get a shot from nowhere, a flash of panic filled him for only a moment, he knew he had to do something. He had heard about this before yet never seen it, shunpo, it was faster than he imagined. Not waiting to see where his opponent would shunpo too he leapt forward into a roll covering a metre roughly, whilst in the air Kuma could feel the strength from the kick as it had only just missed him. 'That had some power in it' he thought to himself. Gettin to his feet from the roll Kuma decided a combo would be the best comeback. He was still slightly shaken by the all out shot as an opener, Mikhail really seemed to be going for a highlight finish, this was one of those times Kuma wished he had a deeper understanding of martial arts than basics.
Shifting his left foot forward into a light kick for distraction alone he aimed for the knee of Mikhail, as he pulled the kick to a halt he pushed up with his right foot lifting him into the air as he was quite a bit shorter than Mikhail, twisting his body in the air he mimicked the attack from Mikhail, sending his left foot through the air aiming for the chest with hopefully enough power to knock him backwards. Kuma had not yet learnt a martial art and so his executation was not particularly up to scratch, and most skilled fighters could easily avoid most of Kuma's kicks. His power was in his fist's, Kuma really loved fist fights and that was where he took advantage of his fight style. Kuma was planning ahead of himself as he always did, what would he do if he was successful in landing his attack, what counter is most and least likely, what would he do and so on.
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 1:44 pm
He had to admit to himself that the boys nimble nature was quite up to par but his attacks were slow and too preplanned. Mikhail's attacked had missed but he'd ended up in a well anchored stanced upon landing. The small opponent Kuma was smart to follow up with a kick of his own as to close the distance without getting into actual arm reach of Mikhail which would have been devastating. "You're a thinker eh?" Smiling blindly the former Lieutenant mentally mapped out his opponents movements. Using his vibrations ability he was able to see everything with accuracy and precision.
Tracking all of Kuma's movements Mikhail was able to target the boys next strike as the first one or so had been a fluke. As the powerful kick came around towards Mikhail's sternum he place his hands in an open "catchers" position. The kick came in stong and slid nearly perfectly into Mikhail's massive awaiting hands. Grasping the foot tightly he could feel the pressure against his chest and his feet slid against the ground from the force. Raising his left leg up in the air with speed and abrupt strength he flung it over Kuma's body and slammed it down towards his midsection. The contact of the foot to his abdomine would force his breath to escape him and the force would be violent and painful and could quit possible fracture or bruise the ribs. "You're kinda cute under that hat." Mikhail was partly teasing but he could in fact make out the facial features of Kuma through his "ecolocation" ability.
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Posted: Sat Mar 13, 2010 10:42 pm
"Haha, I try" Kuma laughed to his opponent, feeling the grip on his foot he twisted his standing foot and forced with all his sttrength against the grip, pushing toward Mikhail. This was an attempt to push him back further and if lucky take him down, after all he had waited until Mikhail had just lifted his leg for a kick, hopefully catching him off balance. To add to this he moved himself up into the air after the push to bring his fist forward in an attempt to shift Mikhails hands and give him time to move back and analyse what had happened so far and how to continue. The basic jab was followed by a cross just for good measure with an average ammount of strength as they were simply a fake Kuma did not wish to waste his energy. Smirking at the comment Kuma replied "The alcohol helps" The fact he had shifted into another attack moved the kick slightly past his midsection sliding along the side of his body slightly but leaving a stinging sensation down his left side of his torso. Kuma may not have been trained specifically yet but he had determination to give it his best would not give in, not for as long as he could still move atleast.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 11:10 am
A large toothy grin crossed Mikhail's face as he taste the slight coppery taste of blood in his mouth. With his hands on Kuma's foot and his own foot trying to land a hit he'd put himself in an awkward position and had been caught up in his opponent's movements. With his balance put off he had not been expecting the hook concealed by the predictable jab. The powerful fist had caught his jaw and the 6'7" Russian appreciated the contact. "Good. Now we're getting somewhere." Releasing the grip on Kuma's foot Mikhail recoiled doing two quick, successive back hand springs putting a sizeable gap between the two. Whiping the blood from his lip the 238 pound combatant took a moment to loosen up, something he had forgotten to do prior to initiating the fight. "Now we can really get things moving."
Fully prepared now Mikhail made a firm wide stance and closed his sightless eyes. "Ye lord! Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws. Hadou #33, Sokatsui!" A bright stream of blue fire tore out from Mikhail's prepared left and right palms blazing through the air and tearing at the Earth and ready to engulf the young Shinigami, setting him ablaze. 'Lets see how he deals with this.'
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 11:30 am
Smirking Kuma could still feel the slight sting across his side, he had landed a hit and didn't take much damage for it, this would indeed be an interesting fight. The size difference meant nothing to Kuma, he may have been alot shorter, but he was a strongly built figure with similarity to a bear. Seeing his foot being released he pulled it back to the ground, holding his stance as Mikhail shifted back. 'What're you planning now' Kuma's eyes shot wide open, Kidou, the only thing he actually considered his weakness, and that was saying something as he was the confident type. As the words were leaving Mikhails mouth Kuma needed to think of something, he didn't have time to counter it with another kidou, and besides his would be far inferior.
Pushing his foot deep against the ground he bent his knees and pushed off giving everything in his leap. Covering a few metres distance he crashed to the ground, his legs tingling badly from the offspring of the shot. It was clear that Kuma hadn't experience much kidou and was simply reacting by instinct. Converting the crash into a roll he managed to get to his feet and push forward. Charging toward Mikhail he pulled his left fist back faking another shot, tilting his body to the left he dropped his body low and swept his foot across in an attempt to trip Mikhail's right leg, he knew that he propably would not win in a simple all out stand up, he needed to test Mikhail mentally aswell and spice things up. Following the swing for the legs he stopped his body, rotating the momentum and bringing it back with his arm outstretch across Mikhail's chest to a move similar to that of a clothes line from wrestling, yet standing on the spot. "I'm starting to think you're enjoying this as much as I am" Kuma said laughing slightly as he kept his mind on the fight.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 11:55 am
A roar of laughter came from Mikhail. "Maybe its just that I enjoy the company of another man?" His eyes raised at the proposition but soon lowered back to their serious position. All joking aside Mikhail did like the idea of a full contact between himself and another man. This type of combat was rare for him and long past due. It'd been ages since he'd faught someone with his bare hands, no Shikai or Bankai. The thrill of each tade of blows made his heart jump and thump ever stronger. "You get me excited young man." Teasing again Mikhail was trying to force his homosexuality to throw off the psychi of his young opponent. In many ways he hoped the boy wouldn't mind but then again he hoped it'd make him twinge and think twice before getting too close. Either way it mattered not. Today was a good day and the thrill of battle was enough enjoyment for today.
Tracking Kuma's movements like any good combatant he caught the leg sweep directed towards his right leg. Like a kickboxing he took a half step back, rotating his hips and withdrawing the foot from the forefront. As a left handed dominant Mikhail's right leg was almost always forward. With the limb now back he'd be forced to wait and change it up in order to place his power where it belonged. Still tracking the Shinigami the former Lieutenant watched mentally as the outstretched limb came forth with decent speed. Reacting with his own burst of speed the giant Russian lunged forth, his elbow directed into the armpit of the arm. His other hand groped at the wrist making sure Kuma would not retract his arm inward. If the elbow made contact with Kuma's armpit then the fist accompanied by that elbow would flick its knuckles into the elbow joint of the opponent. A defensive systema based move that utilized one of the greatest strengths Mikhail had to offer, joint and pressure point manipulation.
// Alot in that post. If you need clarity then simply PM me. //
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 3:33 pm
Kuma found Mikhail to be quite commical with his homosexual references and just took that as complements, since it was hard to provoke him anyway. Watching as he moved he noticed the attack coming forward and had hoped for a move similar to this. Twisting his body around Mikhail yet leaving his arm in the same general spot he folded it around him, going for a grip around his throat known as a rear neck choke, however, with no intension of dirty boxing Kuma released his grip almost instantly. Mikhails elbow lifted and forced up against Kuma's arm in which his armpit would have been, but was now mid way up his tricep. The blow not only hurt the rear of his arm but knocked it up leaving Mikhail under no grip what so ever. 'Damnit I could have handled that better' He said to himself as he briefly tightened his fist from the pain in his arm. He leapt back refusing to give Mikhail any more easy openings. Taking a deep breath Kuma closed his eyes for only a second as he regained his thoughts.
He lowered his hat over his face a little more than usual as he tried to remember the pattern of fight so far, he definately wanted to win but it would be near impossible at this point if he didn't start trying with everything he had. Taking out his bottle of whiskey he took a quick sip of it, the taste comforted him, the warm sensation in his throat was just what he needed, he alwayss felt complete after a taste of alcohol. Looking up to Mikhail he smiled and returned to his earlier kick boxing stance, beckoning Mikhail. "Show me whatcha got" Kuma couldn't help his excitement now, things were really gonna shift up a gear now. 'Let's go down swinging' He always told himself, he didn't mind losing aslong as he went down swinging, fighting til the very end was his style, he woud rather drink but when he started to get serious in a fight he wouldn't quit. He was definately respectful of his opponent, he was a good fighter and had spirit, someone Kuma could be proud to fight.
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Posted: Sun Mar 14, 2010 6:44 pm
This fight had Mikhail quite content. After a long time of no action he'd been happy to return and proudly own up to his former title. Nodding in conceit with Kuma, Mikhail would show most of what he had. "I'll show you part of what I've got. Bankai would be overkill so for now I'll entertain you with my Shikai." Bringing his feet together now the Russian combatant stood erect and proud as ever. Reaching to the sheath just above his left knee. Drawing his Zanpakuto Mikhail branished the ceremonial looking knife and then with the blade held in reverse he slammed it hilt into the palm of his other hand. At that point a massive rush of Reiatsu surged through him. "Mobilize, Buriki Shokunin." In that single instant the flare of Reiatsu erupted into an all our explosion of power. The one knife was now liquified and crawled up both his hands until the globs each reached his knuckles. Solidifying the former Lieutenant now beamed with pride. Instantly he stepped into a Long Spide Kung Fu stance and his knewly found Brass Knuckles flashed in the sunlight. "Buronzu no Kobushi."
Taking a long moment to collect himself Mikhail felt for a second that he was overpowered by his own weapon. It'd been so long since he'd used his Shikai and its enormous power but it wasn't long until he rediscovered himself and his weapon. "I hope I don't disappoint." A sneer crept across Mikhail's face before his form became a blur. With his strength and speed now doubled the Shinigami set aside battle formalities in order to get things down efficiently and as quick as possible.
Dashing forward in a run the amethyst reiatsu began to cloud around his right fist and in a standard motion Mikhail jabbed with his right coming up several feet short of Kuma. However due to his Kinetic Supplement ability Mikhail's punch received a 15% boost and continued on like a Shakkaho tearing across the Earth like a speeding bullet. 'I hope he doesn't take this lightly.'
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Posted: Mon Mar 15, 2010 3:39 am
Kuma wasn't quite expecting shikai as he had never seen one being released before, but this was great, he loved the challenge. Watching as the weapon shifted into brass knuckles Kuma knew there was going to be some form of kick in it. "Don't worry Mikhail, you couldn't dissappoint me" Kuma laughed, but that was short lived as he saw Mikhail move forward, he was fast that was certain but this wasn't shunpo, Kuma wondered what he did before he realised, his shikai obviously improved his speed and that meant probably his strength too, minimum. Mikhail moved for a bog standard jab, but with a hell of alot oof power behind it, this could be devastating for Kuma and he knew it, if he got hit even once more and it had this power behind it he would be near as damn it done for. Kuma wasn't the type to run or play long distance in a fight and he refused to start now. His only idea was to go head on and just keep ontop of things the best he could.
Moving forward he dropped his body into a low to the grouund earth stance and shifted right keeping him away from the jab which was coming from Mikhails right/Kumas left. After narrowly avoiding the power of the shot alone Kuma refused to acknowledge how it wanted to push him from the shockwave, his stance was the only thing keeping him still standing, but he needed to shift his right leg back to get more support, with this he pushed forward as the felt the power lessening and knowing the worst was over with that jab he came in from Mikhails left side with a hook punch, followed by and uppercut to the body, both with alot of force behind them, he knew the fight was at its final blows and would have to give every shhot all he had. Yet he still refused to use his zanpakto. Folowing the uppercut from the left hand almost instantly he pulled his right arm across bending his fist into his chest and slamming his forearm/elbow across at Mikhails head yet again and finished by leaping up with a knee to the mid section. Every shot was indeed packed with power and he simply hoped he moved fast enough as that was the quickest he could move, which just happened to be great for a guy his size, but Mikhail won the speed game overall with his advanced speed in shikai.
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Posted: Tue Mar 16, 2010 5:21 pm
[Sorry for the delay :'D ]Mikhail knew that in order to land a sizeable direct hit he'd have to take many. Hand-to-hand combat was a give and a take. You took in order to get behind someones line of defence in order to give. It was a simple enough structure that some simply ignored. Kuma and Mikhail here obviously understood it well enough. "I'm surprised, pleasantly in fact. Had been a step closer you'd of surely felt the full effects of that jab." Smiling sincerely the large man stood still as the young Shinigami came in for another exchange of blows. The first volley were all direct hits. The uppercut into the body, the hook to his left ribcage, it all hit with great force. Mikhail felt the air squeesed from his lungs and made every attempt not to immediately gasp for the impact would only increase.
"Swift little b*****d!" Taking in a strong deep breath of air Mikhail laughed softly before grasping the smaller fist of Kuma as it came straight towards his chest. Placing an open palm before the strike he grappled and squeesed, forcing his wrist to bend back slightly. With his other hand Mikhail grasped Kuma's elbow and whispered softly, "Gotcha." With Kuma in an awkward and unbalanced position the former Lieutenant was able to perform a simple, straight forward yet incredibly well thought out front bend kick. The heel of his foot was aimed directly at the space between either ribcage. It came lighting fast and carried the immense strength of a Vice Captain behind it. "Huh, maybe I wasn't away for all that long." Teasing slightly a bright toothy smile was visible on his face. Mikhail was thoroughly enjoying himself.
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Posted: Wed Mar 17, 2010 6:04 am
Kuma smiled at his remark and was himself proud that he evaded the attack, seeing his hits land cleanly he knew something was coming, but he didn't know what it was. "Swift little b*****d!" These words made Kuma laugh to himself, he knew that although he was going his fastest that Mikhail could easily wipe the floor with him in speed. Feeling the grip on his hand his heart sank a little, this is what he was waiting for, as soon as Mikhail whispered that was it, he had no escape.
As the foot came forward with devastating power Kuma quickly thought of something, lifting his free hand he murmered "Hadou #1" pointing his hand at Mikhail he finished with a stern "Sho!" He realised that since he had to take the blow atleast this would push back some of the force lessening the blow. As the foot connected Kuma felt his ribcage moving slightly, it would have easily been broke if not for the kidou. Letting out a cough blood spilt from his mouth and onto the ground. He could feel the damage it had also effecting his arm as it was yanked from Mikhails grip. Landed back from him around a metre Kuma gripped his chest and laughed, "Finally we are getting somewhere"
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