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 Posted: Tue Aug 03, 2010 11:05 pm
Dark Tournament style FTW
Basic coliseum setup, a round arena raised off of the ground made of solid Adamantium, which spans a good hundred meters in diameter. Surrounding said indestructible platform is open ground, starting with simple grass and expanding to the surrounding trees until reaching, at near a half mile distance, upward climbing sheer cliffs.
Rules are as follows;
- First off, the rules that are already posted in the main sub forum.
- Any character who touches the ground outside of the ring for more then a ten second count, or equivalent three posts (real loose on the ten count ain't it?), will be disqualified from the match. This is literal Dark Tournament style fighting. So, be aware of where you're at, judges have the right to say your character was out of bounds for to long.
- Have fun, don't godmod, not complaining and leave me the heck alone until your match is finished.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 4:57 am
With a quick twitch of his hand, Kiisho focused his reiatsu into a small glowing ball, then allowed that ball to expand to the size of a small bed, drawing on his knowledge of Enkousen and Tozanshou to focus the kidou-esque technique, until a throne-shaped barrier had formed beneath his fingers. It was not glamorous by any means, and resembled more of a holographic chair than some fancy kidou barrier, but it would get his a** off of the cold metal, and onto something that felt warm and familiar. Within seconds after the barrier formed, he was sitting in a lotus position, keeping his feet off of the ground, while simultaneously allowing for some brief meditation before his fight. The thing about Kiisho, is that Kiisho likes Kiisho's meditation time. If he wasn't allowed to meditate, or if he didn't have time to meditate, he was bound to become very, very cross. And when Kiisho is very, very cross, things tend to get messy. Mostly structures, landscape, buildings, walls, anything that stuck up out of the ground, or was under the ground, or even near the ground. Even though this was a battle, he figured that it would be best to have a calm mind.
For his mantra, he chose a section from the Art of War, chapter five, page one-fifty-four in his version, one of his favorite reads, and recited it over and over again in his mind, focusing on the particulars of the topic, and scope of the text, while also applying those particulars to battle situations in order to better understand what it was supposed to mean.Art of War The rush of water, to the point of tossing rocks about. This is shih
The strike of a hawk, at the killing snap. This is the node.
Therefore, one skilled at battle –
His shih is steep.
His node is short.
Shih is like drawing the crossbow.
The node is like pulling the trigger.
Shih is the power inherent in a configuration. It does not rely solely on powerful components. As Lao Tzu says, water is the softest thing in the world, yet here it tosses rocks about. This water is powerful because it has come together in a particular conformation, cascading through the ravine.
The node is that small juncture between the sections of bamboo. It indicates the abrupt moment at which something occurs – the present, between past and future. It must be short: its target is always in motion.
The power of shih comes from combining these two elements. When you pull the trigger of a crossbow, its gradually accumulated energy is released all at once, in one spot.
"Create the Shih, release the Node." The phrase was short, but concise and to the point. Not only that, but it was far easier to focus on than an entire section, especially since Kiisho's mind tended to wander during such times. "Create the Shih, release the Node."
An abrupt moment when something happens.. that was the key. In another section from the Art of War, Sun Tzu muses that deception is the heart and soul of war, and combat, and that wherever there is one of those things, deceit is thriving. Therein lay the key to the destruction of these new-found enemies, and therein lay the heart of what he would do. His opponents strength would play a part in this, true. But the heart of the matter was simple, do the unexpected, prepare as if you were fighting an army, and let slip the dogs of war, (to quote one of his favorite plays).
His eyes snapped open, his meditation complete. He could sense his enemy nearing, and he knew that the battle would begin soon. In anticipation, his reiatsu flared up, crackling with vicious strength and the desire to devour all things before it. This would truly be a battle for the ages. He only prayed that the stadium could support his wrath.[1]
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 3:01 pm
((Okay, slight edit to my character for this tournament. He usually has a permanent release, but I will make him unreleased for now, it seems.))
A fight to satisfy boredom. That was all this would ever turn out to be. The man in the arrancar uniform had the usual mess that he called a "hairstyle" and looked ready to... well, he looked ready to go to sleep. Yet, he was ready to fight, in his own sense, but by the looks of it, it would take a while for him to get fully prepared for what was coming. "Cold in here," he grumbled as he turned, left and right like what a drunk might do after a "few" drinks. He raised his hands, and let them fall into his hair, yawning as he slowly dragged them back out. Even though he was a fighter, Rin did not like to fight, though many would say that does not make sense. He actually loved to fight, it was just the fact that in the beginning, it seemed rather useless to him until he did get into it, and in the situation, he was not into it. The dirty looking drunk did not know the man he was fighting, he had never studied him, he had never drank with him. In all truth, he saw no point in why he was fighting.
He looked forward to see his "opponent" if one could call it that. In the eyes of Rin, he was a simple, useless shinigami that could not stand to "The Might of Rin." The usual conceited attitude also existed in him at the moment, which was another reason he was not happy to be fighting the man in front of him. "Pitiful, pitiful, pitiful," he said as he walked towards he who had become so angry with his reaitsu. The flare from the man in front of him also reminded Rin that he would need to keep his own reaitsu in check and keep it from flowing. Finally, after he shook of his overall indifference, he looked around to examine the field. He had nothing to use to create sand well, except things he could only convert, but they were all towards the bottom, and it did not seem like a good place to go. He had reached the center of the field when he concluded what he was going to do.
Cold... Cold... God, I hate the cold. The most I can do here is give him frozen blood, which seems quite a funny thing to do... Um... Okay... I will definitely be using one sword or staff as it will be, focusing on my wind... Extra sharp, extra fast... he thought as he walked to the center. I don't know what he has... this could be interesting... Okay, I shall mainly focus on wind. Extra cold wind will do with how cold it is now... Cold enough to make the hairs on his back stand up... Best I can think of now, he finished. Kuroisuna Nikaze responded to him with a cold tone, matching what he would mainly focus on, telling him that all would be fine. He simply had to beat the opponent, and to Rin... that would be easy.
At the center, he drew his left blade and laughed a bit as a cool breeze flowed around him as the reaitsu started to flare slightly around him. He would win. That was all there was to it. He had to, and he would. "Okay, whoever you are, would you like to fight me now?" His tone was serious when he asked the question. It was on. Kiisho would die.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 3:53 pm
Patience..
His heart pounded, heralding another screaming boost in his reiatsu, and causing the throne beneath him to shatter, dispersing it into the wind like broken chafe. His feet touched down on the cold metal, head hung low, and eyes closed, with his right hand resting on the hilt of Raikotsu. He was losing his mind, of this he was certain. He could not fully understand or explain the bloodlust and rage that now filled his heart and soul, but that didn't matter. The air here was rich with power, power that would soon turn this battlefield into a blood nightmare.
Patience Kiisho...
Slowly, he brought his now bloodshot eyes to face the man before him. He was clearly a captain, or at least, an ex-captain. The man's reiatsu alone was enough to determine that. That meant nothing to him now though, for he knew one thing that would separate himself from the figure by a chasm so great that not even the Spirit King could hope to cross alone. Another drumbeat sounded within his breast, and his hand shot up to his left side, clutching his ribcage, eyes bulged slightly, and a trickle of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Patience boy...
The voice in his mind was nearly screaming now, but it was a silent scream. He had no doubt as to who it was, for it was the very reason he was losing his mind. Raikotsu. The demon Marten represented all that was death in Kiisho, and that was enough to shatter his calm, and remove all pretenses of strategy. That was completely unacceptable.
"Fight you?" Kiisho's left hand brushed the blood from his chin and flung it to the ground, his face sneering at his opponent, and his voice as cold as ice. "This is not something that I would call a fight. Children like you should stay home, and not bother to come to play with the big boys. You might get hurt." His back straightened, and he released his hold on his side, using it as an opportunity to undo the ties on the top part of his uniform, and cast it aside so that he was wearing only his hakama and waraji, a strange figure to be sure, especially in this cold environment. "So I will not fight you, little bug." He raised a finger, aimed straight for the man's heart. "But I will play with you."
In a flash his blade was in his hand, held backwards in a reversed grip, with the blade dipped so that it barely scraped against the metal floor, causing a light spark to leap across the air. He traced the blade in a half-circle, drawing a line of sparks from the ground, and flipped it into a forward grip, spreading his left hand out to the side so that it mirrored the position of his right.
"Ryuu no odori, Ichiban, Mane."
Instantly, a sword appeared in his left hand, sparking with bright blue reiatsu and seeming to flicker violently in the light. Both hands opened, so that the palms were held outwards fingers reaching towards the sky, and a flickering blade hovering in front of each palm. The trick was a fun one, especially for Kiisho, as it gave him a modicum of amusement, as well as a 'second' blade with which to fight, not that he would need it. His body shifted to the left, flickering slightly, then to the right, flickering yet again, but moving a mere fraction of an inch. His feet began to glow brightly with reiatsu, and his eyes soon followed suit, flashing dangerously in the light and bringing a vicious, bloodthirsty grin onto his once-serious features. A third flicker, this time a third to the right in a half-flash step. A fourth, the same, but to the left, a fifth, to the front, and a sixth, to the back. That was enough. The tips of his blades knocked together in front of him, causing an enormous shower of sparks and crackling energy to shoot down his arms, and along each blade. It was time.
"Ye lord! Mask of flesh and bone, all creation, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of man!" A ball of swirling tri-colored fire appeared at the tip of his swords, flickering violently as if trying to split in two. "Truth and temperance, inferno and pandemonium, the sea barrier surges, upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws!" The ball expanded, glowing so bright that it caused a layer of steam to form along the surface of the metal beneath it, "March to the south!" The ball roared into full force, becoming the size of a human head, and shaking with such violent energy that even Kiisho's 'swords' rattled in time to the beat,
Hadō number thirty-two, Ōkasen!" Silence. The swirling ball of blue, red, and golden flames did nothing but spin, curling outwards with brutal heat, and drawing a drop of sweat from Kiisho's brow. Still silent, still waiting. Now!
A whoosh of air, and a blast of heat strong enough to sear the hair from the back of a wart hog. Kiisho appeared a fraction of a second later directly above his opponent, wildfire in his eyes and a disturbingly sun-like ball of rainbow flames at the tip of his 'twin' blades, which still roared with blue reiatsu.
"GŌKANIJI!!"
Down slashed his blades, and the sun-ball split in two before exploding down and outwards with scorching heat, roaring into twin waves of tri-colored fire which seemed to transform everything beneath him, and out for thirty yards, into a maelstrom of heat and flashing colors.
Silence. The cold was no more, and color had returned to Kiisho's face. His chest heaved with the violence of his attack, and his eyes still shone with a bright red haze, but from within the confines of his mind, he was calm, the eye of a hurricane.[2]
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 2:33 pm
"Using fire was a bad idea," Rin muttered as he heard the incantation start. The swords did not bother him however, as he could counter those in shikai soon if they came into use again, but with many more swords. The thing was, however, he could only block the incoming attack with an equal kidou, he thought as Kiisho started his chant. Though, Rin was never truly a kidou person, and he couldn't later a shield with his shikai yet.
"Ye lord! Mask of flesh and bone, all creation," Kiisho said before Rin started his chant.
"Scattered beast bones, Spire, Crimson Crystal," he started, raising his hands. His feet were moving backwards as the spirals started to swirl in front of his enemy. Apparently, his opponent was stronger than Rin thought he was and the battle would turn out to be quite fun. In his subconscious, "I have to win" was running throughout his head.
"ye who bears the name of man!" Kiishi yelled, giving Rin more time to continue his chant.
"Steel wheels!" Rin continued. "The wind if it moves," and the flames where Kiishi was were growing more violent. He had to continue his chant, but the power of the kidou that was being launched was worrying him. There were six
"Truth and temperance, inferno and pandemonium," Kiisho continued. Now was the time to be worried.
"The sky as it stops, the tone of the spear striking fills the lonely castle," he muttered, lightning now flaring up in both hands. This was where he excelled in kidou. He could launch more than one, though it took quite a bit out of him. Rin flared his reaitsu, pressing large amounts into his two balls of lightning like energy, bringing them to a larger size. "Hadō Number Sixty-three, "Raikōhō!" he yelled, the lightning flaring up. He had one last thing to say with it. "Can I get a Kamehameha!?" he screamed as he smashed the balls together, blasting them outward like, well, a Kamehameha. Rin had liked the show when he bought it from an antique anime shop in the downtown area of Karakura so long ago.
"GŌKANIJI!!" Kiishi had yelled. This was about to be one good looking attack.
As the flames came toward him, the blast of his Raikōhō shot forward, cutting through the flames towards Kiishi. It had created a hole in the fire that would soon come over him, seeming as if it engulfed him. Then, he realized why the attack was so weird. Kiishi had layered three spells. Before the flame formed back together from the hole he cut through the center over him, he screamed, as he threw his hands outward and moved them around like he was creating half a sphere, "Sho!" It was the most simplistic of kido, though it's effects would work against fire. It could not handle all of what was left though. He clothes were still seared, and his hair had been lit temporarily, but he survived, so far. Shikai will be fun, he thought to himself.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 5:45 pm
"Dog piss"
A familiar voice rippled through his mind, and a smile split Kiisho's face. His spirit had completed the thought for him. He laughed, baring fang-like eye-teeth. His eyes sparked brightly with blue light, sending out a pulsation of energy that caused the hair on his neck and head to briefly stand on end. It seemed that Raikotsu did not appreciate the manner in which his opponent decided to fight him. This did not matter, even this would come to and end in due time.
Rather than dodge the kidou, Kiisho allowed the twin remnants of the blast to strike him in the chest, driving him into the ground and rolling him across the cold steel, literally throwing his body a full twenty meters away from his enemy. It hurt, of that there was no doubt. The blast had burnt his skin in several places, and smoke rose from his entire upper torso. Spasms shot rocked his form as the lightning's after-effects took precedence, a full ten seconds passing before they abated. His teeth clenched violently, bracing himself against the pain and drawing a thin trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth once more.
"Clever, for an insect!" His voice split the temporary lull caused by the colliding shockwaves, calling out to his opponent. "But it seems that my blast was more than enough to weaken your own. It might help next time to pick something a bit more fitting!"
Slowly, Kiisho rose from the ground, his shoulders hunched, and above the rest of his body, which still smoked like an ominous beacon of pain. He arched his back, causing several 'pops' to echo across the field, and rolled his neck in a circle, working out the tension caused by direct contact with lightning. This man was no kidou master, not by a long shot. And that would be his downfall. This man would burn.
He bent slowly at the waist, simultaneously stretching out his back and retrieving his zanpakutou from the ground, ensuring to draw it along the floor to cause a fresh trail of sparks. This was the moment that would turn the tide of the battle, the moment in which his opponent would learn of his mistake, and cower before him. It was this moment when he would show this insect why he should have run while he had the chance.
His left hand moved behind his waist and closed around the smooth black saya of his weapon, removing it from his belt with a swift arc, and holding it in a backwards grip, so that the length of the wood was pressed against the skin of his forearm. His right hand mimicked the posture, but with the actual weapon, making sure that the edge was facing away from his body.
"Yes"
The voice ripped through his mind, powerful and foreboding, and bearing behind it all of the pain and suffering that was to come. His weapon was not without cost, something that he had learned the hard way whilst fighting against his Captain. Using even the most basic of his powers while under the leering watch of his zanpakutou caused him excruciating pain. A pain that he had learned to deal with, a pain that was now a part of his world.
"Call my name"
The voice sounded again, this time with a soothing draw that rumbled like the snores of a sleeping dragon, causing the muscles on his shoulders to ripple with a literal shockwave of tension. In truth, Kiisho dreaded this moment, from within the recesses of his mind, he feared the words that would spill from his mouth, feared the feral roar that would consume his mind, and the pain it would cause him to hold back his rage. The floor turned to ice beneath his feet, and his reiatsu roared into the sky, taking the shape of a tiger-like jaw, with fangs bared wide, ready to destroy all enemies.
"CALL ME NOW"
This time the voice hurt. A lot. It rippled through every inch of Kiisho's form and drove him to one knee, his blade and saya knocking against the steel plate with an audible clash. It seemed that Raikotsu would wait no longer. So be it. Laughter rippled out from his mouth, and he closed his eyes, turning them towards the ground.
"You will learn, Rin." His voice was deeper now, darker, and as his enemies name left his lips, he spat, his spittle turning into a pile of steam moments after leaving his mouth. "You will learn of your mistake, and my pain will be nothing compared to the calamity I am about to unleash upon you." He pushed himself off of the ground with his saya, grunting slightly, and raising his blade to point at the distant enemy. "Make your move now, while you can. Release your sword, come at me will of your power. You will not survive if you do anything less. The ashes from your bones will be as dust on the winds, and not even the historians will be able to tell what became of you."
Kiisho raised his right hand out at a ninety degree angle to his hips, perfectly aligned with the rest of his body. His hand curled into a fist, and his lips began to form the words that would free him from the roar within his mind.
"Raimei kotogotoku waga migete to nare!" Instantly, the blade on his zanpakutou vanished, dispersing into the air with a crackle of blue lightning, wrapping itself around his hand, wrist, and forearm, and solidifying as a glowing mass of pure white energy in the shape of a clawed gauntlet. His left hand flung skyward now, stopping at the same ninety degree angle and spreading the fingers on his palm wide, like the grasping claw of a hawk. "Inaduma kotogotoku waga hidarite to nare!" It was his saya and tsuka's turn to evaporate, mirroring the reaction that occurred with his right hand, and swirling about his forearm until both halves of the shape were formed, and his arms were coated in the same glowing power. "RAIKOTSU!" The roar of his voice was followed by an explosion of pressure. Pressure so great that the smoke and stench from the previous kidou blasts was blown from the battlefield, strong enough that for a moment it seemed as if a hurricane force wind had suddenly ripped from Kiisho's mouth.
The glowing gauntlets on his hands solidified, turning to silver and blue steel, and connecting to each clawed finger-portion via a bright silver chain, leaving a gap of exposed flesh between the main portion of the bracer, which stretched nearly to his elbow, and wrapped all the way around his forearm, leaving only a single protrusion extended out onto the back of his hand, where it joined with the aforementioned chains. Lightning rippled across the surface of the colorful metal, lashing out at the air around them and marking small trails of black on his skin, each line stinging like the kiss of a firebrand. His chest rose and fell several times, each breath echoing out across the air around him like the roar of a sleeping beast. His eyes were open now, each glowing like a brilliant star, hinting at the chaos within. Each finger rolled back and forth, knocking against each other with a sound halfway between a thunderbolt and a sword-strike. Deep, rumbling laughter rippled out from Kiisho's mouth, trickling and leaping about the metal beneath his feet like the sound of a waterfall.
"Curse the gods who formed this disc, fool." His voice came out as a hiss, like the warning of a vicious predatory cat. "It is a deathtrap for those stupid enough to remain on the ground."
Kiisho dropped to one knee, slamming his right palm against the adamantium, causing a crashing roar that rivaled many thunderclaps. Immediately, a rolling wave of electricity rippled across the surface of the metal pond, crashing and sparking with such violence that the entire arena seemed to be made of dancing lights. This was not a true attack, however, as the lightning released from such a bust was so minuscule that it would only sting at best. No, this was not the attack. But the attack was soon to follow.
"HADOU NUMBER EIGHTY-EIGHT, HIRYUUGEKIZOKUSHINTENRAIHOU!!"
It was the most powerful kidou in Kiisho's arsenal, and was made of lightning to boot, but that was not what made it truly dangerous. What made this particular attack dangerous, is that it did nothing. Nothing, was never a good thing. A smile crossed Kiisho's face, and he closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath and allowing the sensations of the calmness to echo around his mind. They would end soon enough.
"DENKI TAIHOU!!"
This roar far outmatched any that he had uttered before. This was not due to the strength or force of his own voice, but because there was no restraint of his power, no holding back, no delay. An explosion of white and blue light burst outwards from beneath his palm, and he was thrown into the sky, the force of the blast flinging his body nearly a hundred meters above the ring of now glowing metal. Rather than causing a single shockwave of power, the blast of kidou rippled through the entire metal field before roaring skyward. Transforming the battlefield into a pillar of burning light, a pillar so searing that the skin on Kiisho's body turned a momentary bright red, and the tips of his hakama began to char and smoke.
Kiisho's body came to rest slowly, then fell a full ten meters before he was able to focus hard enough to solidify the air beneath his feet, fully stopping his descent and giving him a full view of the smoking metal below.[3]
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 6:42 pm
"Now, you die!" Rin screamed in a hysterical laughter, mocking Kiishi's insanity. He pulled both blades from the sheaths quickly, a burst of reaitsu flaring into what seemed to be the sky. Lightning, it is no match for me, he thought while the patient from the loony bin started to transform. The black and red reaitsu started to swirl when Rin lifted both blades into the air, his muscles flexing. In unison with Kiishi's release, he muttered the beginning of a phrase, the phrase that would release what he had been waiting for. He has no chance now, he thought. It was going to be fun. "Kouro tame amanohara," he started, screaming it to the sky.
Thank god. I've been waiting for a good fight for a long time, Rin. This better deliver, boy, his zanpakuto told him. The voice of Kuroisuna Nikaze pleased Rin, for her voice was now that of a killer. Exactly how he met her, before things became lazy. His reaitsu flared up, bursting high like wind, his element. And then, below him, the ground turned into sand. KILL THE b***h! Kuroisuna screamed from inside him. "You threaten me, boy!? Respect your elders, and learn your ******** manners!" He yelled, laughing now, along with that inside him. Kuroisuna Nikaze was enjoying the reaitsu flow throughout the room. "...Kuroisuna Nikaze!" hef inished after yelling at Kiisho.
Rin flung both swords outward in a diagonal swing, gripping both tightly.The right sword turned black, and the left turned red. At any given moment, he could turn the black sword into a black staff. When he snapped the swords, like a whip, he screamed "BOOM!" Sand from under his burst around him as he flew skyward, almost singing the word, "Furai!" forming wind around him, allowing the ability of shinigami flight to be much easier. He did what seemed like a backflip, bringing sand to a compact shield in front of him when he landed on the ground again, starting the conversion process of the sand beneath him. H cannot win, Rin thought to himself, his eyes twitching. The slam of electricty came across the field, stopping around his sand, turning the outer layer into a glass like substance.
Lightning? Oh, hell yes. Kuroisuna started laughing, like a hyena at points, causing Rin to laugh a bit.
"HADOU NUMBER EIGHTY-EIGHT, HIRYUUGEKIZOKUSHINTENRAIHOU!!" he heard Kiisho say. In a quick movement, he compacted the sand under him into the sand shield in front him, and did yet another back flip away from the shield and shot upward, watching as it was vaporized, completely. Not even any glass left, and he knew that he hardly escaped by the quick static that ran up his legs.
Then, "DENKI TAIHOU!" He had a second to react, and it would have to be a quick reaction. Up, he went, quickly as the blast came from under him. To a shinigami of Rin's speed, everything at that moment seemed slower. It was near his feet, and he stopped right as it was a foot under him. He was still going up at an amazing speed though, not knowing that it had stopped. Then, when he didn't feel the reaitsu under him, it was like the emergency break. He looked below, and there was Kiisho.
Even for you, I am worried. his spirit said. Rin heaved out a breath and then aimed both swords towards Kiisho, and in a quick movement, draining only a bit of reaitsu, he brought sand from the air, and sent it outward like a ball, filled with wind increasing the speed to what some would call a crazy amount. "I just need the sand on him," he whispered, talking to himself at this point. "And I can easily win..."
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 10:17 pm
There was a slight miscalculation by his opponent, however, and that miscalculation would prove to be the deciding factor. The ball was not much larger than a human head, albeit a large one. As that was the case, it was fairly easy to counter. He slashed towards the oncoming ball with his left gauntlet, shouting as he did.
"Haien!"
The name was hastily spoken, and the blast of purple fire came out viciously. Surprising enough, the kidou seemed to be slightly above the normal power range, hinting at some greater influence over the power of the spell. Kiisho's body flickered a split second after the kidou left his hand, moving him safely out of the way of any residual effects from the blast via a rapid shunpo. His opponent would need to try harder than that if he was to even touch him. Ignoring the previous comments in regards to respect, disrespect, and threatening, he ran an electrified hand through his hair, causing it to spike upwards, and sending a quick tingle across his scalp.
"That's kinda.. sad, really." His voice was tinged with laughter, and he glanced upwards at Rin. "That little ball is the best you can do? I went out of my way to give you everything I had, and you insult me by throwing a god-damned ball at me? This isn't that kind of game." Kiisho's body moved a second time, placing him on an equal level with Rin. Lightning continued to pulsate around his frame, and a smile that could only be described as confident was plastered on his face. "I hope you don't think that sand will be able to stop my electricity." He winked slyly at the man before him, showing his fang-like teeth once more. "Sand is not nearly as grounding as the earth itself, and since it lacks the magnetic core.. you're s**t outta luck."
Both of his hands shot upwards, forming into a double-palm posture similar to the meditation mantra known as 'giving and receiving', with the fingers of his right hand pointing upwards, the fingers of his left hand pointing towards the disc beneath him, and both palms extended, facing towards his opponent. His reiatsu swirled around his feet viciously, and his eyes glinted dangerously once more. several bolts of energy cracked between the two gauntlets, throwing all of Kiisho's features into a vicious contrast.
"I hope you came prepared to die, Rin." He whispered, closing his eyes and allowing his energy to build up in front of his hands. "For I do not plan on holding back like a little girl." His smile abruptly vanished, and he shot both hands forwards, pointing all four of the main fingers of each hand at the man before him, causing an arc of bright blue electricity between the tip of each claw. "Youzai." He whispered, on a register that his opponent would not be able to hear, followed by a much, much louder: "Byakurai!" Rather than firing a single beam of lightning, eight beams of pure, searing heat roared out from his hand, sharply resembling a 'full-spread' blast from a popular tv show on earth, Star Trek. Unlike normal blasts, these were slightly weaker than the usual, but held a dastardly tricky secret. Each beam was vibrating at a rate which accelerated the base speed of the molecules to such an extent that literally anything that touched them would be blasted out to the side, or sheared through like butter.
Directly after firing the attack, and utilizing the burst of light as a distraction, Kiisho vanished, reappearing beneath the captain, and pointing a hand straight towards the man's a**.
"Bakudou number twenty six, Kyokko." Strangely enough, Kiisho vanished a second time, immediately after his arrival. Although this time, he did not reappear.
Fortunately for Kiisho, his kidou enhancing abilities extended to bakudou, which was the truly diabolical aspect behind his weapon. Normally, it is extremely difficult for a person to move while under the effects of Kyokko, but for him, it was as simple as moving as usual. Provided he maintained focus, and did not travel a large distance. In this case, he had moved directly to the left of Rin, a mere two meters above his previous location. The effects of the kidou maintained in full effect throughout the movement, meaning that his reiatsu, and appearance would be entirely concealed.
"Sprinkled on the bones of the beast. Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring. Move and become the wind, stop and become the calm. The sound of warring spears fills the empty castle." His voice had been changed to the lowest of whispers, just strong enough to cause the incantation to come into effect, but low enough that a person would not be able to hear it unless they were directly next to him. "Hadou number eighty-eight, Hiryuugekizokushintenraihou." As before, his voice was quiet as the grave, and as before, nothing happened, yet. "Denki.." Both hands shot forwards, breaking the limits of his kidou, and thrusting him into the world. "TAIHOU!!"
For a moment, it seemed as if all sound around Kiisho halted. A bright flash of light roared into existence, maintaining the silent calm, at least, for a moment. A mere fraction of a second after the light flashed, a sound like a thousand horses inside of ten thousand trains that each held ten tons of dynamite, which exploded at the exact moment that all thousand horse stamped their feet, exploded across the field, blasting Kiisho backwards with an impact that was equivalent to him being struck by one of those trains, sending him with all four limbs extended, and stomach bent, with a rush of pressure.
Naturally, the area in front of him got the short end of the stick. The blast emitted from the dual-layer kidou was vast enough the the bottom edge of the beam scraped against the disc below them, turning literally everything before him into a maelstrom of searing heat and crushing blue and yellow electricity. Electricity that would cause massive explosions upon contact, and was roughly the temperature of the surface of the sun.[4]
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 4:29 pm
((My opponent Rin has informed me via skype that he will be unable to continue, and is thus forfeiting the match.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 22, 2010 9:46 pm
As Mirouni has stated, Rin has infact conceded the match.
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