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 Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 4:06 pm
Let's keep it simple. The same rings from the tournament, adamantium and 100 meters across. It's midday in Autumn, so it's not too hot and a nice breeze is blowing about. The trees surrounding the ring all have dazzling yellows, oranges, and reds, though it's too early in the season to have many leaves on the ground.
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 4:22 pm
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The tournament that had been staged here was long over. The overall look of the place was more than a witness to that. Trash blew about the grassy area, and that grass had grown a few inches since he'd been there last. The tower was dark, but even from here he could see that the window he'd broken hadn't been replaced. It made him wonder if the Vita-Chamber was up and running, not that he'd planned on making use of it today. This was more of a friendly fight than anything too serious, but he still intended to bring the full scope of his skills to bear on his opponent. He'd sent a hell butterfly with the invitation to have a sparring match to one Demon Kazeka, someone who had been looking forward to fighting him in that tournament but hadn't been able to because of the brackets. It'd be far more interesting than most of the foes he'd known for many years because he knew literally nothing about the man or the extent of his skills. It was fair to say he was no slouch, though, being a captain from one of the foreign branches of Soul Society.
Fefnir, sporting his usual fireproof uniform minus the haori he'd been given with the job of Captain Commander, stood idly in the center of the arena, empty red eyes scanning the horizon slowly as he waited for his partner for the day's events to appear. It wasn't a terrible day out today, but he'd have to be careful not to catch the surrounding foliage on fire with his techniques. The only downside was with him getting on a bit in years, and with so much strain on his legs, even the small amount of cold from the wind was starting to make them ache. It wasn't bad, though, but over time, it would get to be a real annoyance, so he'd preemptively taken a mild painkiller before he arrived. Nothing too powerful, of course, but just enough to take the edge off a bit. As soon as Demon showed himself, they could get started, and that's when the fun would begin.X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
Whoever writes in BLOOD,
_____Does not want to be READ
____________But LEARNED by HEART...
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 4:42 pm
As he came around and finally entered the stadium Demon took notice of Fefinir standing there and gave him a polite grin. Seems like his opponent was already waiting for him. Well, he was always fashionably late so this situation didn't matter much...at least in his book. Finally he reached the platform floor, holding his same smile as before. As he walked up the steps his Haori came fluttering off, hitting the ground behind him with a slight yet soft thud. "Hello Fefnir-Senpai. I've heard and read much about you. I'm glad to be able to fight such an esteemed warrior." The polite smile seemed to change into one of challenge. The opportunity to face this man shook Demon to the very core. The only other time he'd been this anxious to fight anyone was when Krin came back from his mission and had some type of new power up his sleeve. Demons outfit was that of the second division, modified for men of course. The air was now intense with friction as the wind blew back Demons golden locks. Who would make the first move here?
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 5:33 pm
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The red man returned the smile he was given from the seemingly much younger shinigami gracefully. He seemed a bit wiry, and the man's face was closer to that of one of those models than that of a soldier, but hey, some folks get the breaks, huh? Compared the the haggard face of the Squad 1 captain, scarred with combat and age, he was downright beautiful, and as luck would have it, he had normal colored hair and eyes, too. Were he a lesser man, Fefnir would have been jealous. Demon looked like the type of guy who could walk into a bar and just pick whatever woman he wanted, which put him on the 'Never to be Introduced to my Daughter' list immediately. Not that the looks were too important when it came to fighting, but they kind of stood out on this guy.
But really, the part that had Fef interested in him was the fact that he was rumored to be incredibly fast, and that he was a Squad 2 captain. Not that it really mattered how fast this guy was, since Fefnir had overtaken the fastest of the fast, the goddess of flash Yukimaru, and he hadn't even been at top speed at the time. On top of that, he had his Shukuchi, which no one had ever overtaken. Maybe he'd be a bit more of a challenge than the rest of the folks he worked with? He'd have to wait and see.
Demon greeted him formally, which was weird, because he generally made it a policy to ask everyone to just call him Fefnir, but it was kind of a nice change. What was weirder was that the guy had read about him. Now, he knew that there was a newspaper for the Sereitei, and assumed that was where he'd gotten it, but the idea that someone may have gone so far as to write a book about him was a bit staggering. And hell, if someone was writing books, then maybe he would be the subject of someone's essays or book reports someday. The mind reeled at the possibles with that, so he just stopped thinking about it. "Well hi there!" Fef said back informally, "Ya don' hafta use the whole senpai bit. Jus' call me Fefnir. Heard some stories about ya recently, thought I'd call ya out here an' see what all the hype's about. They say yer pretty quick there, Demon, so this'll get interestin'. Ya ready ta start?"X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
Whoever writes in BLOOD,
_____Does not want to be READ
____________But LEARNED by HEART...
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 6:01 pm
"No senpai? Good. Honestly I was just giving respect because you were an elder to me. Ya know? Respect your elders and all that good jazz. Glad to see your a bit more laid back then I'd thought of you." Goes to show you can't judge a book by it's cover. Even in situations when the book is a powerful old shinigami. Demons eyes widened a tad bit. So Fefnir had heard about him? Well well, it seemed his reputation was starting to precede him. "Hha! Quick? I guess you could say I'm pretty light on my feet. Though the same could go for you Fef. I've heard your quite the trail blazer yourself." They were swapping compliments and stuff. Kinda showed how one could be open with himself. Take yourself down from your all mighty pedestal instead of lazily making commands on a throne. That's kinda what captains did most of the time.
Was Demon ready? HELL YEAH! He had been rearing to go ever since he entered the arena. The only issue was figuring out exactly how to start this off. This guy was experienced so he'd expect an attack from the front or back. So there was no real opening to attack. Guess he'd start off with a show of Zanjutsu! After his conclusion was made Demon moved instantly and even these steps were extremely quick. Whilst he headed over to Fefnir he began to draw his Zanpaktou and in about an instant he was in front of him, blade out, slashing towards the mans chest. An open attack which gave way to an open counter-attack. as he attack was thrown his leg was ready to shift itself at any moment in order to perform Shunpo. Or Demons more advanced version of Shunpo, which Fefnir himself might be able to see if Demon was pushed hard enough.
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2010 6:51 pm
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Fefnir gave a bit of a smirk and a slight shrug as some piece of realization seemed to dawn on the younger man. Yeah, he might be old and he might be powerful, but he was just as much a person as anyone else around. It was kind of exciting to go into a situation without having a huge pool of knowledge of basically everything the opponent had ever done at his disposal. It gave it a sense of mystery that he hadn't felt since he was a much younger man in Squad 2 himself, way back at the beginning of his time as a shinigami, what one would colloquially call the 'good old days'. The legends played when he was just beginning, and they all passed from the public memory before his very eyes. They were some big shoes to fill, and even now, Fef wasn't very sure he could stack up against many of the people he'd idolized, but every day was a little victory, and every day he seemed to find just one more reason to call himself the best around when he looked at the ones he knew. There's a time to be humble, and there's a time to be meek, and this wasn't it. This was part education and part vacation for the red man, and he wasn't gonna let Demon off with an easy fight.
His opponent took a moment to decide on his course of action, and it was pretty visible when he arrived on just what to do because he was pretty quick but clearly not at shunpo speeds when he moved. It was fairly direct, but Fefnir just kept waiting for the feint as Demon moved toward him in a straight line. The simplicity was deceptive; years of having direct attacks be lead-ins to complex combination had made it a bit harder to detect just when someone was going to bring a straight assault in. The red captain quickly began to move away from the younger shinigami, treading backward a bit more slowly than the assault was moving, but it wasn't to escape, but to give him a little more time to search for potential traps of kidou by reaching out with his senses all around his opponent. If there was a spell brewing, he'd be able to feel it on Demon's person, but there really wasn't anything unusual at all, so he let the man get within range to try and get him to shift into his next move.
Needless to say, it didn't actually come. It was a regular old attack right in front of him, and as the horizontal slash was launched, Fefnir felt his muscle memory take over for just a moment, pulling his torso back just enough to miss the tip of the zanpokuto. With his weight backward, it was a little more difficult to shift into an attack, but he managed it all the same. You don't get to be a captain by taking a ton of time to recover, now do you? Now, notably, the older shinigami hadn't pulled his zanpokuto yet, so he didn't really have to worry about taking a comparatively slow sword swing in retaliation, but he didn't have the range he normally would have liked in this situation. Still, many years of agility and speed based manuevers had made it easy to transition his momentum, and he used it to great effect to move himself into the rather large gap left behind the swing. A simple straight punch to the jaw would be sufficient and equal payment for the attack, so he brought his left fist around quickly to catch Demon off guard.X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
Whoever writes in BLOOD,
_____Does not want to be READ
____________But LEARNED by HEART...
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