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Post by Zucceta on Jan 19, 2014 22:36:55 GMT
Would Ryoshi 'the Unborn' please step into the ring, versus Kashu the 'Red Lion' of his race!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2014 0:37:15 GMT
On a cloudless day, the sun's light shone well from the sky down to Earth. Concrete barriers separated the crowd from a ring of grass, which surrounded a concrete platform. This was the place where fights took place in the Tenkaichi Budokai tournament, and is where Kenshi found himself.
Although the swordsman knew he was here, he was not quite sure how he had got here. The last week or two seemed a jumbled mess, events running together, and some just being un-recollecatable. He remembered seeing an advertisement, and training for this event. However, he didn't feel any stronger than he did when he returned to the human world. Maybe he just hadn't trained hard enough...
Thoughts aside, Kenshi allowed himself to take in his surroundings. The shouting audience's cacophony slowly made its way to his brain, near deafening. Certain voices stuck out, voices that belonged to salespeople. Hotdogs, corndogs, popcorn, all sorts of bits and bobbles, people didn't care, they just wanted food, souvenirs, and a fight. Preferably all at the same time, although for the moment only two of the three were being provided. The smells, much like the sounds, melded into each other, providing a punch to his nose.
His eyes turned up towards the sky, opposite from the sun. The hue of turquoise was so brilliant that it seemed almost unreal, as if the sky wasn't actually there. It seemed as if, if Kenshi reached up high enough, he'd be able to grab a piece of the sky, pull it back down...A thought that wasn't his flew across the eyes of his mind.
'I wonder what it would taste like.'
Kenshi had grown accustomed to the thoughts of the two demons that inhabited his body. It still unnerved him, hearing three voices in his head. Actually, it was quite a bother, but as far as he could tell there was nothing to do. And, after all, he was an expert swordsman thanks to one, and alive in the human world thanks to the other. He thought to them to shut up, to which angry retorts were made. He blocked these out.
On his arms, he felt a slight breeze, blowing North-North-East. It made the surrounding grass wave, and rustled his hair, as well as his goatee. His cape was hardly moved.
As the ageless human waited, a voice was heard over the crowd, booming, obviously from some sort of amplifier.
"Would Zilo like to step into the ring to face 'the Unborn'!"
Kenshi's nickname still struck a wrong chord to his ear. It was unusual, to be called unborn. True, in this age, with no record to indicate he'd ever lived before, he had essentially never been birthed. But the rate at which gossip spread was uncanny. He must have told two, no, maybe three reporters about it, and this ungodly nickname had sprung out of nowhere.
Zilo...now what kind of person might this be? Kenshi looked about him, not knowing what to expect.
"Let's get on with this." He muttered under his breath.
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Post by Kashū on Feb 16, 2014 4:23:32 GMT
Kashū has grown accustomed to the deafening din of jeers and cheers in his long tenure as a front-line soldier in the army of the Saiyan Solar Empire. Every battlefield he entered was quickly overwhelmed by the shouting and fighting of the clashing sides, some expressing agony while others voiced their rage. It was strange, then, to be there on Earth and hear so much glee in the tone of the cries of the crowd. Arms folded and face frozen in a cold scowl, he looked around to examine the spectators. They seemed rather enamored by the entire spectacle, perhaps relishing in an opportunity to watch first hand the kind of combat that they would never themselves enjoy. It was sad, really; the physical similarities between Earthlings and Saiyans suggested a common ancestry, but the Red Lion noted on every encounter that the two species could not be more different.
He heard his name and his title called out along with that of another, turning his head slightly to look over his shoulder in the direction of the ring. "Not Zasho," he muttered to himself, furrowing his brow further at the thought of his cousin. It had not been very long since he had arrived at the tournament grounds himself, but he still expected that he might have seen the would-be king by now. It was shameful that the whelp hadn't made an appearance by this point, and a grand one at that; how would the other governments look upon the SSE now? If any talk of the Saiyans growing week or complacent reached Kashū's ears, he would be sure to take the time to educate the offending speaker on just how foolish such sentiments were. He would do so with double the vitriol, spurred by the knowledge that the king should be the one to dole out such lessons. And, if the king did not present himself...
...Well, there was more than one way to ascend the throne.
Kashū shook the thought aside. His opponent was not the one he wanted, but it was an opponent nonetheless, and he would not fail to meet the challenge. Confidently, slowly, he stepped toward the arena, never letting his arms fall to his sides and never letting his harsh countenance falter even slightly. He could see already that his opponent had already shown up, proving immediately that he was more punctual than Zasho. Kashū wasted no time in sizing the man up. He was tall and not wholly unimpressive in physique, his brilliant red hair and scraggly mustache lending themselves to an ultimately masculine image. Exactly how powerful he truly was was anyone's guess; Kashū had neither a scouter nor the ability to glean the measure of a man through his sixth sense, so he would have to learn where his opponent stood through trial and error.
He smirked. Trial and error was always fun.
"So, you are to be my opponent, hm?" spoke the Red Lion. "You have the great honor of facing the rightful heir to the throne of the Saiyan Solar Empire. Try not to look so dejected." Perhaps the man knew the circumstances and was simply not looking forward to the beating he was about to receive? That was fair, Kashū thought, if somewhat indicative of the grave deficiency of mankind; always afraid of a fight. He carefully slid into his preferred stance, with his right hand drawn back, fingers curled, while his left held the same configuration in front of his chest. He widened his feet to maximize his balance. "Anything to declare before we begin? I realize that I am not allowed to kill you, but you may be challenged to speak when we have finished here."
Was he overconfident? Almost certainly. Even so, the battle began when the opponents locked eyes, and the first offensive was a strike against the mind. If his enemy gave way, the battle was already lost to him. If he held strong, then perhaps Kashū's boast truly was premature. Either way, his blood was pumping fast, his eagerness for a worthy fight forcing his smirk to widen uncomfortably. He gave his opponent time to reply, but he was not going to offer much more time than that.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 2:01:05 GMT
A last second change had been made to the listings, and the voice re-announced the competitors. Using his last name instead of his first, he was introduced as Ryoshi 'the Unborn'. There was that name again...and his new opponent, Kashu, 'The Red Lion'. The man who stepped out was well muscled, had a much darker hair than Kenshi, and a monkey's tail. This was odd to Kenshi, being unused to the sight of Saiyans.
"Saiyan Solar Empire?"
In truth, Kenshi had not paid any attention to other planets and races, after his demise, and descension to H.F.I.L. He knew some goings-on of Earth, but nothing more. The rightful heir...so he was fighting royalty. This would not change his strategy in the slightest. Hell, he didn't even have a strategy. He still wasn't sure what he was doing here, other than the obvious answer of fighting in a tournament. Kenshi also didn't think he looked dejected.
"Anything to declare before we begin? I realize that I am not allowed to kill you, but you may be challenged to speak when we have finished here."
Clearly this was a ploy to get Kenshi to make eye contact, or to hesitate before Kashu rushed him. Kenshi kept his wits about him, his left arm rippling ever so slightly underneath his cloth. He clenched the muscle, making sure the arm did not act out of its own conscious. He realised he didn't know a thing about this man, and felt something that he had grown used to in his death: fear. Stretching out his senses, he felt for the power that was in the opposing man. He was unable to tell an exact number, but knew that there was a significant gap in strength between the two. The best element would be surprise.
Subtly, Kenshi applied a light ki barrier over his body, underneath his clothing, strengthening it specifically over his abdomen. He had to be careful if he wished to win this fight, and advance to the next round. Still keeping his head down, he carefully placed his feet in an optimum position, left foot forward, right in the back, toe pointed out, making a right angle. His knees bent, sixty percent of his weight on his right foot, forty on his left. Moving his left hand towards his right hip, he touched the hilt, quickly raised his head, and met eyes with the opponent.
He would not make a move yet, rather letting Kashu make the first move. Any melee attack that the Saiyan made, Kenshi would attempt to block with the flat of his sword, wielded in his left hand, and braced with the palm of his right. However, given a ki based, non-melee attack, Kenshi would be forced to dodge or take the hit.
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Post by Kashū on Feb 18, 2014 4:41:05 GMT
The Saiyan quirked a brow, but let it settle, pushing aside the pang of indignation he felt at the notion that this man was not familiar with the glorious empire of the Saiyan race. He hadn't imagined that anyone so ignorant of the intergalactic political landscape would be allowed to participate in a tournament that was ostensibly for the promotion of peace between governments, but perhaps he'd given the Humans too much credit. Just as well; the more reasons they gave him to believe that they were wholly inept and weak, the more justification he'd have when he spoke out against their kind before his brethren.
He let those thoughts go and focused on the moment, calmly stepping in a circular pattern. No response. Nothing to declare. It seemed they would get straight to business, which would surely please the spectators. Kashū recognized the danger posed by the weapon his opponent carried (and was surprised, frankly, that weapons were allowed at all; Earthlings needed any advantage they could muster, he reckoned), but did not let that stifle the boldness that had carried him to victory on one battlefield after another.
Quite suddenly, he pushed forward, decreasing the separation between himself and his opponent with quick cross between a hop and a very large step. Several feet parted them still, but closed the distance with a second leap, drawing his left fist back and launching it at the spot where Ryoshi's shoulder met his neck. He took advantage of the downward momentum to maximize the force of his attack, confident that he could easily leave his opponent winded and injured if the blow succeeded in making a full connection.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2014 5:52:40 GMT
With great energy, Kenshi's opponent propelled himself forward. With a whole ring between them, it only took two steps for the Saiyan to close the gap. Kenshi watched each move, noting how the muscles contracted and pushed out, the strength abundantly clear. This would not be a simple fight, rather, a struggle for the swordsman. Luckily, Kenshi enjoyed a challenge.
Arm pulled back, with the power level difference between the two, had Kenshi not already been prepared for an attack, he would have been hit. The punch lashed out, aimed for in between his neck and shoulder. Kenshi's blade was pulled out of its sheath, his body starting to turn towards his own left (the opponent's right). Kenshi caught between Kashu's fist and elbow with the flat of his blade, using his right hand to push on the other side. Utilising the momentum of his body turn, Kenshi pushed, the contact jarring both arms, the sword making a meaty smack.
This would hopefully cause a rotating effect in Kashu, as he had attacked with his left hand, and was being caught on the outside of his arm. With all said and done, Kashu should be turned back from Kenshi, allowing for a hard kick to the spine. The swordsman would attempt this, hoping for his intended effect. Should Kashu have some way of fixing his dilemma, this would leave Kenshi open for an attack.
The human knew that he would not be able to defend himself with his sword the same way he had. With as much downward force as his opponent had used, he had weakened himself considerably. The sword wasn't of much use either, as it had been dulled for the tournament, not allowing for any lethal blows.
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Post by Kashū on Feb 23, 2014 20:06:28 GMT
Flesh collided with steel, and Kashū's features suddenly twisted such that it was uncertain whether he was grinning or grimacing. His opponent's quick reaction, completed during the brief moment he spent hanging in mid-air, made it difficult to resist the force of the twist, and he received a kick in the back for his trouble, and it pushed him a short distance away. The countermeasure proved to him that his opponent was at least as strong as he looked, and a capable warrior to boot. Of course, anyone's capabilities might be enhanced if they had a weapon in their hand. The Saiyan was surprised to find that any form of weaponry was even allowed, and it made him wonder briefly where it would end. Were blades the extent of it? What about blasters? Poisons? Bombs?
All of the above, he hoped.
He couldn't stop himself from being knocked away, but rather than letting the counter stagger him, he chose to press the assault on his opponent, leaving the swordsman little time to catch a breather. He flipped forward and caught himself on his hands, bent at the elbows, then launched himself backwards, his feet flat to maximize the area of the impact that would strike his opponent in the chest should he fail to evade. A direct block or counterstrike would not likely serve him as well here; against Kashū's superior strength and the force of his launch, such efforts might crumble unless the man was particularly clever. Still, Kashū hoped he would try, for he felt confident that he could establish an early advantage.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2014 4:40:33 GMT
To Kenshi's joy, the man he was battling had not allowed being blocked to unsettle him. Rather, without being staggered, he managed to flip forward, land on his hands, and then reverse the force, aiming a two footed slam at his chest. With the force that pushed Kashu back, coupled with the strength of catapulting himself back forward, blocking would demand a more power than Kenshi cared to dole out at the moment. Dodging didn't appear to be an option either, as the time it took for Kashu to perform was slim. Kenshi only had time to move his ki shield into the area of impact, and cross his arms, sword held upside down, flat of the blade parallel to his side. The attack caused him to slide backward. He smirked behind his arms.
The swordsman dismissed his ki barrier, and flung his weapon out of the ring. There would be no need for it in this fight, given that with each swing, his opponent would be able to slide in two punches. This would rely on martial arts, of which Kenshi was not a master. A challenge was put forth before him. He was ready to have fun.
Kenshi's legs crouched, and he jumped, activating his bukujutsu. An aerial assault seemed like the best strategy at the moment, though not in close quarters. If he got too close, Kashu could easily knock him out of the air. Instead, he readied his hands with ki, and kept his muscles tight and ready to move, as he released five ki blasts at his opponent. All were aimed for Kashu's chest.
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Post by Kashū on Mar 12, 2014 21:40:46 GMT
He felt his feet connect with something, but when his momentum was stopped, he pushed himself off. A forward roll and a quick spin put him in a position to survey the damage, and he experienced a mixture of disappointment and curiosity to see that there did not appear to be any at all. He had hit his opponent, that was for sure, but the man's stance--and the faint shine that surrounded him--suggested that he had raised a defense capable of dispersing the force. It was an impressive countermeasure, Kashū decided, and one that he would have to remain conscious of going forward. Every defense had a breaking point, and if he happened to end up facing that one again, he would just hammer away at it until he'd pushed it far enough. Then, he'd hammer away at Ryoshi until he, too, was broken.
He lunged forward again, but stopped short as his enemy lifted into the air. "So, a flyer," he muttered discontentedly after Ryoshi slipped through his fingers. It seemed that too many warriors had taken up the art these days. Kashū preferred to do his fighting on the ground, where wars began and where conflicts were decided, rather than hovering up into the aether to seek an advantage. Surely enough, it was an advantage ill-conceived; the distance between them left him ample time to easily deflect the short barrage of ki blasts that were sent his way, for each carried power he found quite insignificant next to his own. The usual strategy for dealing with airborne opponents presented himself in his mind, but he did not execute right away. The chance of a ring-out was too high, and the Saiyan had no desire to claim victory that way.
"This battle will prove quite boring should you choose to remain on high," Kashū called. "Return to the Earth and face me, or I will be forced to bring you down." He didn't want to win that way, but he wouldn't refuse to if that proved his own recourse. After all, there were other opponents to be fought. There was no need for him to place all of his hopes into this single battle.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2014 2:43:33 GMT
The glint of midday sun shined over Kenshi's shoulder as he looked down at Kashu. His opponent had been able to easily deflect the ki blasts, given their substantially low power. A breeze rustled his dark red hair, and he crossed his arms in front of his chest. Kashu called out to him.
"This battle will prove quite boring should you choose to remain on high. Return to the Earth and face me, or I will be forced to bring you down."
So, the monkey man couldn't fly himself. An intriguing fact, but not one Kenshi was willing to flaunt to his face. He merely shrugged, before his eye twitched. He had planned on flying even higher, well out of Kashu's reach, but instead, something was taking over his body. His arm flailed violently, and he crashed to the ground, now under the control of a different psyche.
"If this is how you wish to fight, then so be it. But I warn you." His voice was taking on deep overtones, sounding as if multiple people were talking at once. The swordsman began drawing in ki, powerlevel raising, skin of his left arm rippling. An aura only marginally darker than his hair, but just as red, flared around him. "You will wish you'd already grounded me." His arm flesh ripped, erupting forth a black arm, shiny and slimy, laced with muscle. Ryoshi Kenshi grinned evilly, teeth now pointed, hair sticking up and back. His irises turned a dull golden color.
"Let's see how you handle this!" With a roar, the Unborn rocketed towards Kashu, both fists pulled back, ki building up around his knuckles. The first ki-empowered punch, given by the demon arm, would be aimed at his enemies stomach, which would be followed by a hook from the right to Kashu's head.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Aug 13, 2014 14:08:40 GMT
The work load begins... And you two need to return already! Now to the grading:
Ryoshi Kenshi: 1326
Kashuu: 1163
Unfortunately, due to the chaos, there was no winner declared this match. The warriors split when they had a chance.
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