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 Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 8:17 pm
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Located in an open-roof stadium is the ring where the first round fights will be taking place. The sound of wild cheering from the many fans that have congregated here fill the arena in a loud uproar as cameras zoom in on the action to broadcast the fights all over the world. The floor of the arena is a glossy hard floor with the logo of GTB painted in purple and pink upon the white sheen. Field Measurements: The fighting area is a perfect circle with a 50 yard diameter. The walls that keep the fighters away from the spectators are raised up to ten feet. Ten Count Boundary: The ten count begins whenever the fighter is knocked out of the bounds of the fighting area, such as into the spectator seats. The flying count out is also in effect, which means, if you stay above ground by your own will for more than ten seconds, you will be DQ'd. Fight Ends: After 11:59 PM on Jun 16th. That means when it becomes Jun 17th, fights are over.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 8:09 am
The crowd cheering... the roaring din made his skin flush with anticipation and excitement, and and his head throb, with the blood coursing through his body. The feeling was rather addicting, he could see why politicians and celebrities loved the limelight. It made them feel... elevated, over the common man and woman.
James had no illusions as to his part, he was indeed different. But because of that difference, it was his job to protect the common man and woman. His normal desire for battle was haunted by the raging screams of another hundred thousand lost souls, and now... it was for them, that James would go through the tournament, and mark those who deserve to pay for the reckoning.
Of course, that was just a matter of business, honor, and duty.
Eliminating this moron he was facing now was a favor to the ********' world.
And so, James stood tall, waiting for his opponent in the center of the ring while his old theme filtered down from the crowd around the arena.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 2:52 pm
The sight of the roaring crowd, the taste of stand hotdogs from the distributors in the stands, the sound of the deaf bursting noise from the crowd and the smell of fresh air filling the stadium; all these oncoming sensations occupied Cyrus's senses as he entered the combat arena for the first time in a while.
He took a moment to stretch on the way in his arms and neck as he felt minor cracks and pops of his joints and the mild inflammation that followed. Though these days it was deemed silly to do so, popping his joints before a fight made him feel more comfortable for some reason or another. He stretched his hands and made sure his Cestuses were snuggly on and that the brass was in good shape.
All was in check as he walked in to find his opponent ready as well. It was the a*****e from before and he smirked silently as he put a hand through his hair. His theme of choice began to play in the background on his half of the stadium. The two conflicting songs would ring out together till they both stopped and silence would enter the arena as the dictation for the start of the match.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 3:44 pm
Goodbye Esaka pretty much drowned out Arashi no Saxophone however. James was a much more well-known adversary then his opponent was, and if the response the majority of the excited crowd was anything to go by, they far favored the fiery daemon-hunter over that guy who needed several bouncers to save his patsy a**.
And he was still smirking James noted, his eyes studying Cyrus for a moment under his dark shades. Vaguely, he wondered why he was smirking. Wasn't like the idiot had anything to smile about. And then James saw something that ignited the fire of hatred in his blood anew.
That amulet Cyrus possessed. It belonged to Canaan. The dumbass wouldn't be able to see James's eyes narrow, but he'd be able to feel the shift in the atmosphere as James's intentions became more pronounced and intense, filled with anger.
"So you are also a thief then..." he said softly, to himself more then his opponent. He adjusted his outfit once, reinforced gloves, comfortable, and large leatherish-looking jacket, dark slacks, and steel-toed boots, and nosed up his sunglasses.
"Nobody to save you this time" the slayer snarled as he began to walk (or, more accurately, stalk) toward Cyrus as if he was prey, flames blossoming into existence him as he began tapping into his ki under the mentality of the Path of Violence.
Mode: Path of Dou
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:19 pm
Cyrus continued to smirk as he saw the anger in James's eyes and began to laugh gently under his breath. He held up Tygris's pendant up to the light and let it shine for a moment in it's brilliance as he then hid it under his vestments as usual. And as for clothing disculding weaponry, Cyrus wore nothing more than a blue-black men’s tank top and some flexible military Cameo-Dockers with Russian issue steel-toe military boots.
He then took a moment to wipe off his shirt, and then he cleared his throat as he responded to James's words which he could rather easily overhear now that the crowd's noise and music were fading.
"I'm no thief you idiot, the pupil of the deceased Canaan held on to this pendant before he died himself and handed it on to me"
Cyrus then stood there and didn't move an inch forward. Rather he began setting his right foot back and assuming a soft bow position with the front left foot in a solid stance while the right was with the heel off the ground to give the idea he was throwing a kick. He also kept his hands in a position similar to this with the hands covering the chest and body while keeping shoulder width apart.
Little did anyone know or see that he was also preparing massive amount of electricity in both his arms at the same time he was getting into stance. There actually was no way of telling that he was prepping electricity in his arms since there was no visual cue or movement of 'Ki' since it wasn't the source of this attack, and with that his plan of fooling James that his electricity would be flamboyant and obvious would now pay off. He let James come to him on this one so that he could find his little surprise first hand.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 4:34 pm
A small but determined group of hardcore fans were holding up a bunch of cardboard signs over their head. The camera-men did a slow pan over the crowd and stopped on that group, zooming a little on the things they were holding over their head. It seemed to be a picture of James' head among stylized and improbably-colored flames.
At a silent cue, these fans all flipped over their cards.
" CYRUS!", it read, in bright red font.
There was the sound of at least fifty feet stomping the bleachers underfoot, and they started to let out a chant as their hero burst into flames.
"JAMES, *stomping noise* JAMES, *stomping noise* JAMES, *stomping noise* JAMES *stomping noise*...!"
It wasn't spreading very quickly, but these were loud and proud fans.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 6:24 pm
"And if Canaan had a pupil, you would be able to name him" a voice spat right back in the depths of his mind. Even his concious treated Cyrus with so much disdain, this man, no, this lying sack of s**t, hardly registered as "human".
After all, demons weren't the only things in the world that qualified as evil.
From roughly six feet away, James started to lift up his his left arm. In the second after that, James's right fist threatened to split open Cyrus's guard and strike him square in the throat.
Instant replays of the action would reveal James suddenly closing the distance between them what looked like one, giant step. Some would liken it to a tiger pouncing, others, to a form of "flash-stepping". The truth was that it was merely pure physical technique, in the way James moved.. The charging step. The martial artist pushed off on his left leg, twisting his body to the left to punch forth with his right hand, and hitting the apex of the strike just as he landed with that distinct Ccrack! of ground breaking under his leading, right foot, generating immense explosive power behind the straight punch.
Mode: Path of Dou
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 7:15 pm
Cyrus began to chuckle calmly as he watched James pounce towards him and he watched as he launched himself. The moment he entered hitting distance and began out raising his right fist to hit him, Cyrus would immediately and with incredible agility drop into a right foot lead kneeling stance through a 'ducking' motion he would use to dodge the punch. He would drop his body and enter a kneeling like stance while keeping his left heel off the ground in a 'spring loaded' style. His arms would tuck parallel to the sides of his hips and were both loaded to punch or launch in a moment's notice.
As he did all this with astounding quickness, he would speak to James in a dead calm voice that held no lies.
"If you're curious of the name of the disciple of Tygris, his name was Xerxes, or as many know him as..."
Cyrus let his face scowl as he would then immediately upon feeling both his knees hit the ground for his kneeling duck, launch himself up on his right foot as he used his left to spring forward into James's open guard in a simultaneous motion. His right foot would lead in the form of a tucked in knee with the right side of his body as he would lunge forward slightly towards the left in an arc, though the arc was very subtle due to the somewhat short distance between the fighters. All the while he would tuck in his left hand towards his face for cover as his right fist would rocket itself from Cyrus's lower waist to it's destination which was James's jaw judging from the trajectory from the punch and body motion. His entire body would swing into the motion as he would throw a rising uppercut to James's jaw from the ground.
And as he did so Cyrus would yell at James to finish his sentence as electric aura would explode in Cyrus's right fist.
"ACROPILIS!!"
And from there, Cyrus would follow through with his equivalent of a crouching electric shoryuken with facial guard and attempt to nail James in the jaw.
-MP: 4/5- -Electricity in right hand lasts till physical contact-
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 7:51 pm
Out in the stands, the lucky b***h who'd snatched a front row seat leaned forward. Her face was partially hidden behind a small camcorder, but her grin gave away the delighted laughter otherwise lost in the roaring. She wasn't too far away from the rowdy hardcores and found their antics wonderful. Almost like a high school girls' volleyball team or something, with their mismatched cheering.
She brushed a chunk of hair behind her ear and peered back at the LED screen of her small handheld camera. Dark eyes flitted up and down, trying to spend as little focus on the screen when the real thing was there. Once she had a good shot, she joined in with the same fervor and cupped a hand next to her mouth to yell.
'Come on, less talk!' Mii had expected it from that Cyrus kid, but not James. Hey. Part of the crowd; she wanted a show and enjoyed heckling.
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 8:12 pm
Acropilis
Cyrus began to chuckle calmly as he watched James pounce towards him and he watched as he launched himself. The moment he entered hitting distance and began out raising his right fist to hit him, Cyrus would immediately and with incredible agility drop into a right foot lead kneeling stance through a 'ducking' motion he would use to dodge the punch. He would drop his body and enter a kneeling like stance while keeping his left heel off the ground in a 'spring loaded' style. His arms would tuck parallel to the sides of his hips and were both loaded to punch or launch in a moment's notice.
As he did all this with astounding quickness, he would speak to James in a dead calm voice that held no lies.
"If you're curious of the name of the disciple of Tygris, his name was Xer-"/
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And even if he did, it would be a garbled mess that made no sense. Even more unfortuanately, this was real life. There were no invincibility frames, and James had the advantage of momentum and initative on his side.
So the martial artist simply shoulder-checked Cyrus in the face. The man was already unbalanced from just preparing for a rising uppercut, all James did was draw in his right arm and tuck his chin down into his right shoulder as that side of the body slammed into the dumbass. The uppercut would miss completely, it was hard to hit something that just wasn't there anymore, and James's body being sideways for the slam meant that he got the most force he could out of it, and it also presented a smaller target.
Cyrus would likely be knocked back a good few feet despite the deceptively simple attack. Technique that was already honed with years of precision and backed by strength was further empowered by increase of physical ability from being on the Path of Violence.
Mode: Path of Dou
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 8:58 pm
For someone Cyrus's size, which was 6 foot and 3 inches, a shoulder check from a man who was 30 pounds under him was nothing, even with the momentum. That helped ease the pain, since there wasn't much, as he was knocked back a few feet from James thanks to his momentum alone. Weight nor strength would have aided James in this since Cyrus was very little fat and almost all muscle and 20-25 pounds of extra muscle is a large difference in strength. That’s why they have weight classes in sports.
Cyrus was knocked on his back. He immediately off his shoulder and got on his feet while making a little more distance between the two fighters. Electric energy flowed in his right hand openly as Cyrus took two deep breathes and calmed himself. He would close his eyes for a moment and breathe twice more as he would center himself. This would take literally a second as he would immediately open his eyes with a dead serious look on his face and would charge back at James full force.
He would charge at him with both fists parallel to each other and covering the face. He would keep his back and body all-together low as he would race towards James with great agility and solid yet ravenous strides. He would close the gap between them again except he had the advantage of weight, strength, and momentum here. His strides would make a stable zigzag pattern as he would keep his body straight but his running not so.
When he was in range (which would be sooner for Cyrus since he had reach) while moving, he would deliberately c**k his right hand back for a punch while zigzagging towards the left and force it to flow with electricity flamboyantly. Then he would then transfer the energy introvertly (in the time it would take for a heartbeat) to his left hand where he would throw a solid left cross to the chest and continue with the running all the while.
-MP: 4/5-
-Electricity transferred but still is contained in one arm and no excess energy expended, still lasts till physical contact-
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 10:05 pm
Of course, Cyrus definately had the weight advantage and probably the strength advantage. The fact that he was being manhandled so easily by James so far, so early on only proved one of two things to the watching crowd.
1. James was either just that good.
2. Cyrus just sucked that badly.
Of course, there was also the possibility that it was both. There would be more manhandling to come, and James wasn't even yet using his fire.
As Cyrus backed up. James advanced.
As Cyrus steadied himself, James still advanced. The slayer was, at times, the goddamn implacable man.
As Cyrus charged, guess what? James was still ******** advancing! He lifted his right arm into the air and the crowd went WILD at the signal that he was about to lay down the pain! Suddenly, the martial artist one-upped Cyrus's reach by just slamming a foot forward into the dumbass's oncoming belly with a simple front kick.
Legs were longer then arms. James was also wearing steel-toed shoes. To say that this would hurt was an understatement.
And with the way Cyrus was moving, not only did he lack the time to react, but he also screwed himself over by what is roughly the equivalent of running onto a steel bar, and adding to the force of James's strike.
Mode: Path of Dou
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 10:26 pm
Cyrus was moving in a zigzag pattern, meaning he could bob-weave, dodge and react with ease since the zigzagging not only gained speed but allowed for such reactions due to the halts in the change in direction. As he would charge at James, he would also release more energy into his left arm. The moment James kicked his foot out, all Cyrus had to do was veer left a little harder and follow his zigzagging pattern and rush right into the out-extended foot as he would grab it with both hands at the knee and unleash two fully electrified arms worth of electricity up his leg into his pelvis. This would not only burn through his pants, paralyze his leg, and make him limp the entire fight it would also fry his genitalia to the point he was sterile. Plus it didn't help that one arm's worth of energy could disable his leg for the rest of this fight and do genitle damage, this is bordering on ermanent nerve damage in the legs.
This time it would take to do this, seconds. The fight was as good as done unless he could fight with literally no balls and one foot. And NO, fire resistance would NOT help when dealing with raw electric energy, and his balls would STILL get deep fried due to the energy NOT THEM CATCHING ON FIRE. This is a DIRECT and massive electric shock to balls and nerves, so even if his balls don't fry, the d**k's nerve tissue will die and he can't EVER have a boner again. Same applied to his leg's since the nerve tissue would also die meaning he'll have problems later in life walking....
-MP:3-
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 11:04 pm
It was to James's general knowledge, and the laws of physics that, changing direction slowed s**t down, not gain speed and that it was harder to react at higher speeds.
Besides, fry a fire user? Not likely at all. Considering the miracle it was for Cyrus to avoid getting countered at all by the stealthy front-kick, it was an even greater miracle at how he suddenly had two arms of electricity when he had just one a second earlier.
In Dou form, James ran on pain anyway, and if Cyrus thought that his thunder could quench James's fire, he sadly underestimated the slayer's durability. Sure, the nerves were screaming like a ********, and it wasn't going to be moving much, but James maintained more then enough sheer force of will to force his leg down before the dumbass could finish unloading all of his electricity.
And latch onto Cyrus by the head with both of his hands. His guard was down, playing grabass with his leg, there was no stopping it. A bestial grin graced James's features despite the pain he was in as his thumbs gouged into Cyrus's eyes, and then unleashed his fury.
"God's Dust!" he snarled. Cyrus's face was now ground-zero to not one, but two explosions of fire, each one emanating from a palm. In many ways, it was pretty similiar to what he just tried to do on his leg.
In other ways, it was also much, more effective, applied to the head, possessing an overblast of pressure at point-blank, and inflicting horrific burns.
Mode: Path of Dou
Activated: (Dou) God's Dust (Two-Handed)
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Posted: Mon Jun 07, 2010 11:33 pm
Too bad the complete energy transfer would take mere seconds since electricity moved rather quick as said by physics and science in general, and thus James's leg would be completely in disuse. Sure he managed to run on pain, but that wouldn't help the fact he couldn't move his freakin leg to begin with since the nerves are done in.
Regardless, the moment that James would force his leg down with what little nerve function he had left, Cyrus would let go of the leg himself and jump to then backwards and once again prep his left arm full of radiant energy. There would be no head grabbing of any sort since Cyrus would move the moment he felt the shift in weight downward since it would be the only way to get it down; plus the fact that if Cyrus even slides his grip back slightly he could easily get out of James’s rather short gripping range.
From the distance Cyrus would continue moving away as he would charge his right arm and both his legs full of energy and he would stand at the other end of the arena shaking his a** and spanking it. He was taunting the hell out of James and laughing all the while in his British accent.
“What’s the matter ‘demon slayer’? Got you’re panties in a bunch? Come on, you’re flames make my a** itch; you’re sensei must’ve worked at Taco Bell or something...”
Cyrus was begging for it and he had a plan....
-MP:0/5-
-All Mana used up, electricity lasts till physical contact-
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