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 Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 2:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 17, 2006 4:45 pm
Walking into the arena where she was to fight, her soft brown earth colored eyes would scan over the place so she could get a feel for the area. Moving across the arena towards the far end her every move was filled with grace and perfect balance, her footsteps were light and silent across the ground beneath them. After shortly reaching the location she desired, she would spin around on her right heel to face the entrance and have the rest of the arena area in her sight.
Gazing over the arena she would ponder for abit before letting her mind become clear and focused, letting the energy within her build up so she would be set for the fight ahead. She would stand with her arms down by her sides pressed against her toned thighs as she stood waiting for her opponent to show up, her senses would be sweeping out over the arena as she stood and waited.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 12:39 pm
In strode a tan-skinned man with dark hair pulled away from the face, tied into a crude ponytail high upon the head. He wore a simple yukata with missing sleeves, open to his muscular and scarred chest, the legs tucked into his boots. On his right shoulder was a hexagonal tattoo in light ink, a red number four in the center. In his right hand was a katana two and one-half feet long, pointed toward the sand, and the only other hint of external weaponry was the two canisters looped through his obi, dangling at his right side.
He continued moving forward, wide pantlegs shuffling as he did so, narrow, dark eyes peering forward at the woman he was to face.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 3:02 pm
Leanne could sense her opponent approaching the arena in which she was waiting, her soft brown earth colored eyes would then see him walking in. She would scan over his frame taking notes, her eyes would see the katana and the two canisters, Shifting her soft gaze back up to his face she would smile softly with an innocent look about her.
She would be dressed in a skin tight white strappy top which would reveal her perfect clevage and a soft pale neckline, the top would cling around her bust and her slim curved figure. She also had on a tight pair of black hotpants with black knee high tough boots which had lightweight metal plates in them, black fighting gloves which reached up to just below her elbows that had lightweight metal plates running down the front of both of them to protect her arms. Her long brown hair would be neatly tied back in a bun with a few strands flowing free down the right side of her pale skinned attractive face, her slim curved figure would stand at 5ft6 and one black tattoo could be seen on the top of left shoulder.
She had her normal weapons strapped to her figure as normal, a hilt rising up from each shoulder could be seen. These were her katana blades, a dagger strapped on each toned thigh could be seen but no other weapons could be seen by her opponent. Her energy would continue to build as her eyes would gaze forward taking in the man she was to fight.
Leanne would move her right foot back across the ground with her right foot just slightly facing out while she would bend her back knee just slightly, not reaching a 90 degree bend. Her left foot would be positioned to be facing forwards, she would twist her body from the hips she was facing towards her opponent. Both her hands would come up in guard position, her left at chin height and the right just abit higher at cheek height. Looking forwards still her mind would be clear and focused as she would watch her opponent, her body would hold a perfect balance to it as she would give a light bounce getting herself ready of course with the bounce her breasts would bounce slightly up and down.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 6:38 pm
Itto's expression was one of pure concentration, for just as his opponent took in his appearance and weapons, he took in hers. The plated gloves may prove a slight problem in interfering with his usual techniques, but this appeared to be the only armor upon her form that would make any difference.
He continued striding forward, reaching a distance of roughly four feet from her. His right leg led slightly, and the katana remained down at his side. The hand wielding it turned slightly outward so that the flat of the blade faced the woman, flashing in the sun, and the sharp edge ran the length of his leg. The fingers of his left hand, which also rested at his side, extended into the basic knife-hand formation. Strangely enough, the edge of his palm seemed to glint like the edge of a blade might, although it was not visible to her.
He threw the consideration of exchanging words out the window the moment that notion arose; this was all business now, and he had his own reasons for participating in this tournament. He was here to win, at all costs. The moment he had stepped foot into this arena, combat had begun.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 7:04 pm
Lenne would watch her opponent stride towards her, as he did this she would smoothly and quickly shuffle herself back making sure to keep her eyes locked on him and not cross her feet as she shuffled. So that she would keep a distance of about 8ft away from him not 4, while she shuffled her left hand would rise up to grab the hilt of her katana in a smooth quick motion. Unsheathing it she would bring it down across her body and stop to have it's tip pointing up but off slightly to the left so that her blade would cross most of her upper body at about a 45 degree angle, the blade itself would be just under 3ft in length. It's silver blade would be razor sharp and the metal would be folded to make the blade alot stronger, the hilt would be black tough material with a gold silk ribbon intwinned into it's fabric.
The man did not seem one of many words, but this was a tournament and the reason for being here was to fight. Anyway she would say something, even if he did not care for her words. Her voice would be smooth and silky in tone as she spoke to him, her eyes never leaving him.
"Lets get this started....shall we.."
The energy would keep building with every second that passed by, abit of energy would flow down her right arm as it ran through her body. Her mind would be clear and focused, as she stood ready.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 10:28 pm
'Would be', 'would be', 'would be', or was?
"How do you hope to use a blade at that distance?" he spoke for the first time. His voice was soft, the tone not flat but emotionless just the same, and the question was poised in a quizzical manner. His cheeks moved naught and his brows did not arch in the slightest, maintaining their sharp, downward slant toward his thin nose. Those eyes remained narrowed, almost to the point of being shut.
He broke into a sprint after her, easily breaching thirty-five miles-per-hour with his blade still kept at his side. If she swerved and attempted to strafe him, he displayed his reflexive prowess and pivoted either way to cut her off, an eight foot distance providing plenty of leeway to do so until he either forced her back against the arena wall or she stood and engaged him. He was mindful of the blade she held forward in her left hand, and although he had seen energy formation the likes of which was beginning to course down her right arm, it remained an oddity to him in this particular situation as he monitored it closely.
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Posted: Fri Jul 21, 2006 4:21 pm
Hearing what the man had to say a slight grin would appear on her sliky lips she would quickly speak before he made his next move.
"There are always ways.."
Keeping her eyes on him she would see his body shift somewhat as he was about to sprint, now she would be able to match his speed and reflexes with ease as this come naturally to her. As he had just began to sprint a dark sphere would appear in her right hand which was produced as a result of the energy that had run down her right arm, with a smooth quick motion her arm would raise up to just over waist level and with a flick and slight twist of the wrist the sphere would shoot off towards her opponent which was approaching her fast. The movement would be so smooth that it rolled into one quick movement, the sphere which was abit bigger than a tennis ball in size would travel with a speed of about 50mph or slightly quicker and would have a force to be able to cause him to most probably be stopped but if not stopped slowed down dramatically while causing some pain if hit. This was not ment to seriously damage him but just enough to cause his movements to come to a stop or slow him down and cause abit of pain which might hinder his movements, although she liked how he was prepared to fight with weapons and the body which she liked to do.
Now at the same time that the sphere had just left her, her right hand would move shiftly up to pull the other katana out and bring it down by her side in one sharp movement while the other katana in her left hand would remain in it's position to guard her. Now as she pulled the katana out she would move at the same time, if the sphere had stopped him she would move towards him and step to right also she would turn her body to make sure she was facing him well it would be either his side or his back while bringing her katana across in a quick slash to his mid section on his left side of his torso. So the blade would either if hit would cut across his left arm just above his elbow or if his arm was out of the way leaving his torso exposed, the blade would cut him at the left side of his ribcage area. The cut would not cut too deep to cause really bad damage but would be enough to cause him some pain and hinder his movements, now if he had just slowed down she would do the same sort of thing but the sidestep would let her get out of his way while he would keep going and the slash would be aimed across his back with the same amount of damage.
Now the sphere would probably cause him to focus on that as most people normally would, so he could probably not see her attack coming for him but if he did her right katana and rest of her body would be ready to react and defend as needed, her mind would remain clear and focused the whole time.
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Posted: Sat Sep 02, 2006 12:39 am
Time out!
Leanne wins and advances.
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