Reclamation Facility

There was a soft crack of steel, as something made it's presence, and weight, known.

Stepping forth with a regal gait, and mantle that covered a towering form, the Judge took his position to the side.

The HoH Judges are the supreme enforcers of tournament law for the duration of each match. Each Judge wields extraordinary legal power in his or her own stage over fighters. In addition to functioning as "legal administrators", they are also charged with the task of guarding the spectators who may be around the stage.

Every Judge has archives on every participant on file, and can simulate the powers of a variety of them in order to target its opponent's weaknesses. This was due to the data collected via fighters, in which DNA samples, skin samples, tissue, blood, etc-- were all analyzed and broken down once a FIGHTER came into contact with the actual wearer.

With the appearance of the Judge, the match was slated to begin.

Waves of force would flow through the air around the Durem reclemation facility. The bass like wise would make all solid things its medium, with its rythmic thump. At first these audible sensations would be light, barely percievble through the keen sense but gradually with time the sounds would become more dynamic.

Once the rythm of the song reached its crescendo, it would sound off with the sudden touch down of the arrival of Sieg ecstuffuan. He would suddenly touch down on the metallic platform of the durem reclemation facility. His ebony muscular form was adorned in clothes made for combat and for aesthetic purposes as well. He would land in a crouching position absorbing the impact of his flight landing into his powerful knees. In his right hand was his I-pod who's earbuds not only produced music within Siegs ears but shared it with all who were around him.

Damn he looked good.

It seemed almost impossible that such small milky white buds could produce such high volume but gaia was a strange world with strange things. Slowly as Sieg would rise to a standing position he would analyze the scene with his desert yellow orbs. A confident smirk would slowly grow upon his hansom visage, showing off his gleaming pearly white teeth. He caught site of his partner, peppa, the jedi.

He would begin walking towards peppa saying, "Wassup partna! READY TO THROW DOWN". Sieg spoke with an enthusiastic tone of a football player getting hyped up for his game. Sieg payed little attention to the stern looks of the judge whom peppa seemed to be confronting at the time. As Sieg shouted his right hand would clinch in its bawled up position and he leaned forward slightly as if to bellow out his call.

It was strange. Just as matthew took his modest steps up to the reclemation facility platform the song 'thats that' by Snoop dog fet. R. Kelly would begin blasting out of SIegs I-pod. It wasnt like Sieg could hear matthew through this but through the minds eye he could feel him. Sieg could feel the brilliance of spiritual energy radiating from matthews being and Sieg looked out of the corner of his eye to his left. "Ooh Pretty"

After peppa would respond and he would respond back ofcourse. He would pivot on the balls of his feet lifting his right hand up and making a small wave like gesture with his index and middle finger extended towards matthew while saying," 'Sup Matthew! How you doin mayn?!", Sieg said with a smile. He had met matthew previously before this and Sieg thought he was a cool guy.

Amazing really. It was hard to find people who seemed as genuine as matthew these days. These days you always saw people who somewhat like Sieg and peppa seemed a bit on the abnormal side but matthew; didnt seem like he came out of some videogame like the rest of them. Cept for the whole, 'Carries katana's' things.

Sieg took a fient glance at the mans weapons and that made him wonder, 'where the heck is our katana wielding leader anyway'. Sieg then kind of looked around through his minds eye, there was no physical movement that came with this action; just like a sattelite scanning the world below. 'Damn, I dont see him...', Sieg wondered where the hell he was...

Anyway..

Matthew saw that Sieg had recognized him. Ah...that was most fortunate. Above all else, he wanted to enjoy this fight. No estrangement here. His smile returned, this time an obviously friendly one, as the young man in the yukata shot Sieg a thumbs up.

Sure, it wasn't the most in-style of gestures, but Matthew's upbringing was not the usual one for most humans. He had been raised up for half of his life at the Vatican and the rest in rural Japan, both in Shimabara and Kyoto. Although a "thumbs up" was somewhat hackneyed, it worked for him in expressing his respect for the fighters of Lu Bu, and how glad he was to be facing them. That was the meaning of honorable combat.

Matthew was not one to pry, but with his empathy he was able to feel that Sieg was thinking about something. Seeing the missing piece of the picture, it was obvious to Matthew who he was wondering about: Kichiro. This was only so apparent to Matthew because the anticipation of being able to fight someone he had worked alongside with in the past once. And it was right off the bat, too. With that set in his mind, all that was left would be the sweet satisfaction of a great battle.

He turned his head to the side as the bright light shone, revealing the somewhat adult form of his second teammate, Umbriel. He was glad to have someone as in tune with Matthew's superiors as he was himself. It helped fit with the theme of the tournament. Although she was visibly nervous, he knew she was a capable fighter. He had the fullest confidence in all of his teammates.

Speaking of which, he was still missing Kitsune, his third team member. Knowing her, however, she was bound to pop in soon enough. Matthew could never go anywhere without Kitsune following him like a lost puppy, which was rather endearing. She seemed to have some driving force pushing her onward for this tournament, too...as if something troubled her. Though he did not know what that was, perhaps she would tell him in time.

But for now, he'd have to wait for her. He nodded at Umbriel and then to Sieg and Peppa before lowering down on his left leg to the knee, following with the right afterwards as he rested on the back of the heels of his geta in seiza position. He laid his hands lightly onto his thighs, sitting in what looked to be a respectful and meditative stance, one that people would see the samurai of old sitting in when they were before honored guests.

"I didnt know you had a ki...ohh...nevermind.", Sieg said just as he saw the girl transform into an older form. Sieg turned his attention back towards mat who had given him a thumbs up, he returned a smile wider than the confident grin that was ever painted upon his hansom ebony visage. He would then look towards the girl again. His hands would drift towards the brims of his black invisibly armored pockets. She looked strong, it wasnt her size but she just had that mysterious look that in gaia always meant that there was more than what the eyes could behold. "Nice to meet you...

Hmph, So there you are", Sieg would turn his head as if something had just been whispered into his ear. His grin would become wider as he looked towards the crowd at no particular person. He would then after a while of stairing turn his whole body and just as he did kichiro would appear. "The entrance was alright. I give it an 8 out of 10.", Sieg said in a joking manner towards kichiro would wouldnt really respond but would simply go straight to business and say to matthew.

"How do you want to do this"

Siegs gaze would immediatly shift to matthew, waiting for the answer looking like a laughing hyena who was enjoying a good joke over his dead pray.

As soon as he heard Kichiro's steps followed by his voice, Matthew's smile once again returned to his face, and he began to stand up. Leading with his left leg first and following with his right, he slowly stood up, his geta clacking lightly and resounding against the steel floor as he stood erect. He was only 5'6"...not that impressive in height. But he was husky, in the sense one would see the physique of some Japanese mountain hermits or monks. Everything was coming into place now. All they needed now as Kitsune.

Meanwhile... Wrote:

The people in the crowd on the other side were starting to get a little curious about Matthew as well. His appearance didn't make him look like much. He almost looked as if he wasn't in the right condition to compete in this kind of a league. Two spectators spoke back and forth about this.

"He looks a bit too short for a samurai..."

"A bit on the heavy side, too. But that could be muscle, too."

"I dunno about height or size, though. Ever seen Karate Kid? Or Zatoichi?"

"Mehh...let's just watch..."

Matthew knew what Kichiro was thinking when he asked how he wanted to do this. Probably because he was thinking the same thing. It'd be too anti-climactic to have the leaders duke it out right off the bat without the building excitement of the other great team members making their honor known in combat before them. As such, Matthew would have this to say.

"I'm sure you know that your fight is with me, Kichiro," he said. "And I must say it's an honor to fight you and your team right off the bat. Your the kind of team I'd have expected to have to fight my way through other teams just to make it up to you. Instead, we have been honored by the first round's bracket. Win or lose, my team and I will have been able to accomplish what we came here to do. It's made the whole thing worth while, and I wouldn't have it any other way."

"As such, I'd prefer that we save our fight for the end and have our teammates fight first," he continued, "I already have an idea of who I would like to place against whom in this round, unless you'd like me to wait until my last teammate arrives."

"It is great to see you again, Kichiro," he added. Truly, a fight with a swordsman of his caliber would make the whole ordeal of getting here worth while. In his mind, this was as exciting as the final round.

Still...deep within his thoughts, he wondered how Yusuke was doing with his bracket. He wished his ally luck, hoping to encounter his team later on should his team advance.

Dark strands of hair would flow from Kichiro's shoulders and near the ground as he bowed, with both hands hidden on his knees in a bow. A traditional manner where Kichiro's head dipped just below Mathew's in respect.

"You honor me with your words too much, old friend."

Kichiro's right hand would slip from his overcoat behind him, towards Sieg with a thumb's up.

Crystal green eyes glinting with a bit of excitement, and a bit of Kichiro's typical michevious nature, he'd look back up to Mathew from the bow.

"I'm not as patient as I use to be though."

Standing and readjusting the top hat above him, Kichiro tilted his head and looked over Mathew's shoulder to Umbriel.

"She seems just as anxious as Seig, I say we let the two fight since their both active at present. We can them have the Jedi fight whoever you've got on the way, while we wait."

On the shoulder post. Wrote:

"Awesome, we might get to see a fight already Mom!"

Susy pulled at her mom's hair, sitting atop her shoulders and holding on tight with anticipation. Only in Gaia was the eight year old daughter a common audience member, and only in Gaia could her hearing pick up exactly every detail above a huge crowd.

Perhaps some angel/demon/vampire/wolf/bats were watching in the back drop.

"Well, how about it?"

Kichiro asked the ronin.

Umbriel found something inside her snap almost instantly. All of a sudden she was shivering even more then she was the first time she showed up. Except this time she didn't even look c lose to scared. An uncharacteristic smirk slipped softly across her lips. The look in her eyes became ferm and interest instantly exploaded inside of her crimson orbs like a gas bomb.

This guy looked powerful. Seriously so. She was starting to wonder if she was right being nervous before. But all of a sudden that part of her that wanted a peice of this guy instantly grew so strong that it devoured her heart and soul. All of sudden she had the greatest urge to fight she had ever had in her entire life.

The winds blew gently and Umbriel s lowly turned her body off to the side so that her right shoulder would be aimed directly for Seig. She'd slide her right foot foward and turned her front towards him halfway once again after slipping her right arm away from her body. Her forearm now aimed almost directly at him with her right hand halfway open.

Just as she felt her right leg bend forward slightly, her back leg bent down slightly further to give off a stronger support.

She had taken the stance of a right back stance, as some martial artists called it and it seemed she would complete her stance by leaning forward and holding her right hand just passed her left hip, in which her left hand rested as if she were holding a katana sheath.

She had instantly taken the stance as if she were about to draw a katana blade...But there was none in sight.

Strands of silver swayed over her excited crimson reds, " I suppose you are then, Sir." She'd reply gently though with alot more depth in her voice then before. Her excitement and interest in this man had spiked up considerably. It was obvious.

Since she had just taken the time to get into stance she decided she'd give him the right of the first move.

His stance didn't look defensive so...Why not? Right?

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Aisua Wrote:

Umbriel found something inside her snap almost instantly. All of a sudden she was shivering even more then she was the first time she showed up. Except this time she didn't even look c lose to scared. An uncharacteristic smirk slipped softly across her lips. The look in her eyes became ferm and interest instantly exploaded inside of her crimson orbs like a gas bomb.

This guy looked powerful. Seriously so. She was starting to wonder if she was right being nervous before. But all of a sudden that part of her that wanted a peice of this guy instantly grew so strong that it devoured her heart and soul. All of sudden she had the greatest urge to fight she had ever had in her entire life.

The winds blew gently and Umbriel s lowly turned her body off to the side so that her right shoulder would be aimed directly for Seig. She'd slide her right foot foward and turned her front towards him halfway once again after slipping her right arm away from her body. Her forearm now aimed almost directly at him with her right hand halfway open.

Just as she felt her right leg bend forward slightly, her back leg bent down slightly further to give off a stronger support.

She had taken the stance of a right back stance, as some martial artists called it and it seemed she would complete her stance by leaning forward and holding her right hand just passed her left hip, in which her left hand rested as if she were holding a katana sheath.

She had instantly taken the stance as if she were about to draw a katana blade...But there was none in sight.

Strands of silver swayed over her excited crimson reds, " I suppose you are then, Sir." She'd reply gently though with alot more depth in her voice then before. Her excitement and interest in this man had spiked up considerably. It was obvious.

Since she had just taken the time to get into stance she decided she'd give him the right of the first move.

His stance didn't look defensive so...Why not? Right?

There was no first move, It was no pattern, but more like the flow of water

Simoutaniously with the opponents position shift, Siegs extended right hand moved along with the rest of his body. In a single fluid motion Sieg would sink into his ready stance. Sieg had seen her stance before in iaido but other than that he physically saw nothing; though through his minds eye which flayed opened in that single instance he would percieve things unpercievable through physical perception.

All at once, he slides his left foot forward to the left putting his left foot in front of his right so that the upper tip of his right foot sole(toes) was aligned with the very bottom of his left foot sole(heel). His feet are spread medium width, so that he maintains good balance. His weight is distributed on his feet 50/50 for the most part. He stands on the balls of his feet keeping his heels slightly elevated. His knees are bents slightly only 170 to 160 degree. His left foot toes point forward while his right point forward at about 70 degree angle to the right.

His hands would simoutaniously move into position, his right hand would move in front of his chin which he had tucked down. His right elbow is alllowed to touch the body. His left hand is positioned a few inch's in front of his right hand at his rib level. His Left arm elbow is held about an inch away from his body. Siegs posture is erect, with his body facing forward though turned slightly to the right sence his left foot is forward. His hands are held loose, so that the fingers are curled instead of bawled into tight fist. The Teeth are clinched together. His shoulders are relaxed.

In this stance he begins to bounce up and down on the balls of his feet with his feet never actually leaving the ground. His hands bounce at the same frequency of his body, his left hands position shifts between its rib level and his shoulder level and occasionally extends out a few inch's. Simoutaniously, his tan tein would oustrech by 20%.

He would move forward, attempting to close the distance using the shuffle step. The shuffle step is done by first sliding his left foot forward by pushing on his right foot, and then he follows up by sliding his right foot forward to complete a single step. At no time in this shuffle do the feet cross or touch each other. The steps in this movement are rapid, making his advance fast.

Simoutaniously with his start in movement he would utter a silent prayer for him and his opponent. All the while the crowds fell silent, but one source of sound echoed out from the crowd soon; piercing the silence. A young boy who caught Siegs I-pod began to play "Bone Thugs N' Harmony - Playa hater"

((Keep track of your in-fight post count.))

So much for that idea.

In a matter of seconds she felt a sharp wind rush right by her right eye, just as she had barely made the spin with her hips going towards the right, and out of pure dumb luck, inclined her head backwards slightly. Instinct decided to kick in right when she saw the jab comming towards her eye. That was the best explaination she could ever give.

This feeling stung her right eye severely dispite no connection being made while the two were moving so quickly.

Due to this she'd instinctively slam the breaks down on left foot as he swung forward from it's half planted arc...And she'd swiftly release pressure on her right foot and caused it to slip off to the left while exstending further outwards towards the ground. This helped her hips swing faster towards the right and allowed her blurred right eye to catch slight movement near the peripherals.

In a swift struggle to move away from her opponent she'd use the traction gained from her left foot and pushed herself backwards to avoid an attack that she didn't manage to see completely but felt comming through the senses of nervousness from earlier.

slightly off the ground and going backwards she'd feel the wind from a second attack set up for her and landed in a kneal with her right hand floating now, alittle higher then her head and off to the side, while her left hand was forced to press down quickly on the ground so that she could stable herself after such frenzied actions.

Since the energies did not get the chance to sense this man's presense at all they had yet to see a reason to release, like planned from before. The dust of the ground around her left hand raised slightly and broke up around her hand. She'd flush alittle more energy into her palm and decided to use it for something more.

Since she had avoided using it at first the constant flow of energy would build up in her hand and give her more to work with when she decided to use that energy. The winds continued to whisp around her wrist...however since she lost consentration they were too weak to be very noticable.

The energies however were still present.

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Aisua Wrote:

So much for that idea.

In a matter of seconds she felt a sharp wind rush right by her right eye, just as she had barely made the spin with her hips going towards the right, and out of pure dumb luck, inclined her head backwards slightly. Instinct decided to kick in right when she saw the jab comming towards her eye. That was the best explaination she could ever give.

This feeling stung her right eye severely dispite no connection being made while the two were moving so quickly.

Due to this she'd instinctively slam the breaks down on left foot as he swung forward from it's half planted arc...And she'd swiftly release pressure on her right foot and caused it to slip off to the left while exstending further outwards towards the ground. This helped her hips swing faster towards the right and allowed her blurred right eye to catch slight movement near the peripherals.

In a swift struggle to move away from her opponent she'd use the traction gained from her left foot and pushed herself backwards to avoid an attack that she didn't manage to see completely but felt comming through the senses of nervousness from earlier.

slightly off the ground and...

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Be knocked right back to the ground...

Sieg having no reason to throw the shovel hook because the opponents own attack never was thrown. As she jumped back in retreat, Sieg would follow, not letting the distance reduce between them. By the time she jumped back Siegs left hand would already have been recovered back into its guard from the jab and as his opponent was in the air he would throw his next attack; not giving her any time to rest.

He would throw the lead low left round house towards the opponents right leg, this coupled wth Siegs doubled physical ability would knock the airborn opponents body sideways and onto her back on the steel plates of the facility floor. The lead low left roundhouse would be thrown with Siegs guard up and with perfect technique; which would easily floor the opponent.

The shin of the kick would also hit sensitive nerves within the leg, making it difficult to get up. This attack would be thrown without any telegraph, making his attack seem even more sudden and explosive.

Once She hit the ground Sieg would take mount and...

OOC: Uh Oh...

While she was in the middle of moving backwards she managed to notice that the attack she had managed to 'sense' didn't come. Noticing the lag and already freaking out due to being grazed so close by his very first move she quickly pulled her leg back in attempts to help her momentium raise abit higher so it wouldn't be hard for her to gain alittle more distance then she had first intended in attempts to try and escape any attempts of an interruption move.

Simoutaniously she'd release the stored energy in her palm, and cause the winds ringing around her wrist to grow much more powerful along with her movements.

Since she was moving backwards and the air was being forced to move along with her body it allowed the increase in wind strength to come somewhat easily as she swung her hand forward as if to smack Seig out of the way and unleashed a semi-powerful gust of wind that would only carry her higher into the air, unknowingly allowing her to sail over Kichiro's attempted attack.

If Seig continued forward now he'd be slapped by a pretty strong gust of wind.

Now higher in the air she'd come to see Kichiro's person rushing back for where he stood. Surprise shook her but she tried hard not to dwell on it. For now she'd use her higher placement as an advantage and summoned the wind to come towards her feet and create a hard wind for her to 'float/stand' on. She breathed hard for a moment and narrowed her eyes. This guy was pretty tough.

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Aisua Wrote:

While she was in the middle of moving backwards she managed to notice that the attack she had managed to 'sense' didn't come. Noticing the lag and already freaking out due to being grazed so close by his very first move she quickly pulled her leg back in attempts to help her momentium raise abit higher so it wouldn't be hard for her to gain alittle more distance then she had first intended in attempts to try and escape any attempts of an interruption move.

Simoutaniously she'd release the stored energy in her palm, and cause the winds ringing around her wrist to grow much more powerful along with her movements.

Since she was moving backwards and the air was being forced to move along with her body it allowed the increase in wind strength to come somewhat easily as she swung her hand forward as if to smack Seig out of the way and unleashed a semi-powerful gust of wind that would only carry her higher into the air, unknowingly allowing her to sail over Kichiro's attempted attack.

If Seig continued forward now he'd be slapped by a pretty strong gust of wind.

Now higher in the air she'd come to see Kichiro's person rushing back for where he stood. Surprise shook her but she tried hard not to dwell on it. For now she'd use her higher placement as an advantage and summoned the wind to come towards her feet and create a hard wind for her to 'float/stand' on. She breathed hard for a moment and narrowed her eyes. This guy was pretty tough.

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OOC: I do have a few concerns, not to mention what kichi said but for the sake of the battle...Ill just flow with it.

Psh...whatever...

As soon as somehow both of there attacks missed despite the fact that simply raising her legs wasnt going to increase her momentum but assuming she released the wind gust fast enough, Sieg would do this: The lead low left round house would cause Sieg to bend his right leg deeper in order to sink his weight into the kick. Sieg would immediatly as the kick missed and just as she released the gust of wind.

Sieg would push off his bent right leg, bursting into the air using his spiritual lightness ability. He wasnt just jumping, he was now flying. The range between them woudnt decrease and the power of Siegs sudden flight would blow through the gust of wind and Siegs strength made it so he barely felt the gust. Sieg would then throw another right low round house to the left side of her legs. Because this was with the right legs and was done in midair, the power of this kick would be tremendous. The force would damage nerves in the lower thigh and cause tremendous trauma to the leg joints.

She would be knocked sideways and would promptly begin to fall towards the ground, but Sieg wasnt going to stop there...

((This judge saw:

Sieg charging in with an attack

A striker aimed to hit at the same time as Sieg's attack, from behind

Umbriel quickly moves backwards to avoid the frontal attack...

Putting her closer to Kichiro and more likely to be struck

Umbriel is in the air, apparently, to avoid a Sieg's charge/attacks and not because she was about to get surprised from behind

Correct me where I'm wrong.))

(( When I pulled up my right leg I was using that body formation in order to make it easier for me to be pushed up higher into the air while I was performing that gust of wind attack.

the gust of wind which was done at the same time of raising my leg was all ment for escapeing the attempting attacks of Sieg..And since the volume of the wind that would be needed to push Umbriel up higher would have to be a least semi-medium in size it suddenly gushing away from her hand would naturally push her up higher into the air right?

Umbriel was entirely unaware of Kichiro's attack, she just went on instinct and figured that that if she was going to try and get away from Seig it may as well be in attemp to reach an area of which he can't reach without preperation.

))

OOC:

Its alright Umbriel. Just please, reply before I have to go to bed.

This was her team, 'though the alternate, she was still part of the team. So! The late Minute Springs would be spotted near the railing of the arena, sporting her team Lu-bu shirt ripped jeans with small patchworks and acsessories here and there, the blue goggles covering her face from clear view, though with a cute face like hers why would she hide it? Heh, her jeans slipped over her shoes, acting as a cover, sorta like in Aeon Flux, y'know the whole stocking over shoe type thing..ye' ye'. Anyway with the large grin spread cross her face, she'd place her knee somewhere-where it could be supported, pumping both her arms into the air as she cheered on her team like some fan girl would in the stadium.

The cyborg couldn't help but feel excited, watching, and parttakeing in HOH was just something that got her blood a'flowin'. With the left hand, she'd brush locks of silver hair from her face, her grin getting bigger and bigger with each second.

This was her team.

Those were her teammates out there.

Kicking a**.

Putting on a show, this was Lu-bu.

"******** YEA!"

Minute; without much try. Was obviously pumped.

Matthew looked upon the fight earnestly, watching closely as the battle went on. Sieg was very skilled with his martial arts and physical strength, and Umbriel was using her wind manipulation to balance it out, as it seemed. It was very exciting to see what both his teammate and the opposing team's teammates were capable of. Not only that, but another one of the Lu Bu members, their alternate, had arrived to cheer on her teammates. This was getting off to a rather interesting start. The anticipation of battle by watching others in combat was almost too great.

But he didn't want to shout out loud, or else he might distract Umbriel, who was still a bit on edge from the anticipation she had felt before. He'd calmly smile, watching the fight closely. He couldn't wait until it was his turn.

((Aghh...as much as I want to keep watching, I must sleep for now or else I'll not wake in time to get ready for work. x_X...Good luck, Umbriel and Sieg!))

She closed her eyes tightly and her mind was put in a total ******** for afew seconds, however she was able to bring herself back to reality the moment she felt his hand close around her head. Enough was enough...That was all she could think other then something that had suddenly reached her attention.

She was a luna seraph for one and being as she was basically created for battle, little things like damage couldn't so easily be measured for her kind.

Sure alot of his attacks hurt, but not nearly as much as it would for one who was just a plain old human. If anything she could take this beating...However that wasn't the plan for now. Right when she was pulled towards his chest ,and before he had moved fast enough to do his kneeing tactic, she decided she needed to take action and quick. She knew just the way.

In an instant her body would give off a bright glow as she forced all her inner energies to swiftly be compressed inside of her body. This bright glow would swiftly become blinding, and at the range Sieg's eyes were, they were bound to suffer some serious pain. In a matter of seconds she had returned to her little girl form, and took advantage of the small amount of time it would take for him to realize his hand wasn't so carefully pressed against her head anymore. She'd aim her arms upward as fast as she possibly could, and being as they were much smaller and attached to her body this took no time at all.

Simultaniously she'd allow herself to fall out of his hands quickly, since he didn't seem to try and keep close hand formation around her neck, and forced the rest of head through by causing the wind to rush out from under her and blast her directly towards the ground so that she'd slip directly under his momentium. Once her person had slipped out from under him and slipped into his jetstream she'd redirect her hands to break away from his movement's wind.

This of course would force her into a roll since she was still abit screwed over from what he had done to her head and now that she was rolling through the air with only her abilitly to take a massive beating as her sheild, assuming the escape was successful, If it was indeed she'd hit the catwalk once again and roll hard on the metal surface...Her small form could take it due to the reinforcment of her energies in her body and the mere fact that she wasn't human in the first place...However all the same she'd be scuffed up pretty badly and bruses would glore.

She'd look like she'd been through hell..which was about right at this point.

Since he was supposedly ether as blind as a bat or half blind, being as she was so close to his eyes, escapeing shouldn't be a problem...And also her attemptive grand escape and distraction would leave time for....

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As soon as the light began to shine, Matthew knew it was time that he performed his own striker action. He would be going on offensive, which would leave Kitsune to be defensive should she come in later on as a striker. But he would not waste any time. He hoped this would work.

Bringing his right hand in front of his face, the young ronin closed his eyes as he suddenly leapt into the air by focusing a swift burst of ki into his leg muscles. Once he was in the air, he opened his eyes, which had now changed their appearance. They went from normal brown irises to completely black irises with white pupils. The kanji for the phrase "kongou kengo" went around the iris clockwise. This was his Kongougan, a hereditary technique that had been given to him during his training by the mystical tengu. This "adamant eye" secured his gaze so that the intense glare would not obscure his target.

At the apex of the leap, which was coming in from the blinded front side of Sieg, he sommersaulted twice, bringing his legs in as he did, using focused ki to build up the potential energy in his muscles as if he was weighting his legs. He did this at just the right time in order to crest the jump so that it'd have himself aimed towards Sieg instead of over him, the weight from the focused ki changing the trajectory accordingly. The temporary blindness the light would give if successful would hopefully secure this attack, with Sieg's current momentum preventing evasion or upward aerial force exertion. Either way, Matthew planned not to completely oppose the momentum, but redirect it. He looked as if he was about to land on Sieg's shoulders in the air.

Right when Matthew was in normal leg's reach of the shoulders, he shot his legs downward and towards his back (Sieg's front) with all of their pent up weight and force from the sommersault, his geta digging into his shoulders with the impact. This was done right at the moment Sieg's flying force was about to pass under Umbriel's in her escape maneuver, causing a three way clash of force. As such, the sudden massive downward impact from the unnaturally hard Mt. Kurama forest wood of his geta combined with the focused ki and his own muscles would act along with the force of Sieg's flight, redirecting the force so that he would be sent flying at a high speed towards the edge of the facility above the water, which would be quite a massive impact, even for someone that was very well conditioned.

Matthew would bounce off of the striking landing and leap down to the catwalk, the impact from the fall causing a very light dent in the metal against his geta. He crouched deep into the landing, his two hands held in some Buddhist hand gesture as he slowly landed, his Kongougan fading. He knew that it was only a strike, but he hoped it would give Umbriel enough of an edge to stay in the game. With that, he would run off to the sidelines once more.

Aisua Wrote:

She closed her eyes tightly and her mind was put in a total ******** for afew seconds, however she was able to bring herself back to reality the moment she felt his hand close around her head. Enough was enough...That was all she could think other then something that had suddenly reached her attention.

She was a luna seraph for one and being as she was basically created for battle, little things like damage couldn't so easily be measured for her kind.

Sure alot of his attacks hurt, but not nearly as much as it would for one who was just a plain old human. If anything she could take this beating...However that wasn't the plan for now. Right when she was pulled towards his chest ,and before he had moved fast enough to do his kneeing tactic, she decided she needed to take action and quick. She knew just the way.

In an instant her body would give off a bright glow as she forced all her inner energies to swiftly be compressed inside of her body. This bright glow would swiftly become blinding, and at the range Sieg's eyes were, they were bound to suffer some serious pain. In a matter of seconds she had returned to her little girl form, and took advantage of the small amount of time it would take for him to realize his hand wasn't so carefully pressed against her head anymore. She'd aim her arms upward as fast as she possibly could, and being as they were much smaller and attached to her body this took no time at all.

Simultaniously she'd allow herself to fall out of his hands quickly, since he didn't seem to try and keep close hand formation around her neck, and forced the rest of head through by causing the wind to rush out from under her and blast her directly towards the ground so that she'd slip directly under his momentium. Once her person had slipped out from under him and slipped into his jetstream she'd redirect her hands to break away from his movement's wind.

This of course would force her into a roll since she was still abit screwed over from what he had done to her head and now that she was rolling through the air with only her abilitly to take a massive beating as her sheild, assuming the escape was successful, If it was indeed she'd hit the catwalk once again and roll hard on the metal surface...Her small form could take it due to the reinforcment of her energies in her body and the mere fact that she wasn't human in the first place...However all the same she'd be scuffed up pretty badly and bruses would glore.

She'd look like she'd been through hell..which was about right at this point.

Since he was supposedly ether as blind as a bat or half blind, being as she was so close to his eyes, escapeing shouldn't be a problem...And also her attemptive grand escape and distraction would leave time for....

6.

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Sieg should have known this was too easy, he was ofcourse fighting a seraphim a creature who held the closest connection to god himself and appearantly this seraphim was made for battle. Sieg being a believer in god respected this power tremendously. However the thing was, Sieg was a human and as such he was made not exactly beautifal like the angels or seraphim but mearly in gods image. He held infinite potential including the potential to break the human limits...

"Argghhhh...hah!", Suddenly as he initiated the beating with the knees he would be caught by suprise by the flash of light. This would cause Sieg not to let go but to mearly grasp even harder in fear. Perhaps because of her air manipulation her head would still slip from her grasp, but Sieg would catch a bundle of hair in his right hand. All the while he flew forward, suddenly as the girl would fall she would feel her hair go taught like a streched whip between the force of Siegs flight and the jet stream, and her body would be snatched forward along with it...

...out of the jet stream

Siegs eyes stung like a b***h, but still he held the sight of his minds eye and he knew another enemy was coming because his enemy gave away his position by using spiritual energy. Sieg didnt have much time to think about what his opponent was going to do, all Sieg knew was to get him away from the fight and use up his 10 seconds as fast as he could. Sieg would do this like he did most things...

Hitting him as hard as he could.

Matthew a.k.a. Shinimusha Wrote:

As soon as the light began to shine, Matthew knew it was time that he performed his own striker action. He would be going on offensive, which would leave Kitsune to be defensive should she come in later on as a striker. But he would not waste any time. He hoped this would work.

Bringing his right hand in front of his face, the young ronin closed his eyes as he suddenly leapt into the air by focusing a swift burst of ki into his leg muscles. Once he was in the air, he opened his eyes, which had now changed their appearance. They went from normal brown irises to completely black irises with white pupils. The kanji for the phrase "kongou kengo" went around the iris clockwise. This was his Kongougan, a hereditary technique that had been given to him during his training by the mystical tengu. This "adamant eye" secured his gaze so that the intense glare would not obscure his target.

At the apex of the leap, which was coming in from the blinded front side of Sieg, he sommersaulted ...

Sieg wouldnt back down.

No

He would drive forward with the madness induced by the will of the fist. He coudnt change his direction, he coudnt dodge, and blocking would only caused him to be knocked away without getting hurt; giving the girl who was caught by the hair in his right hand time to rest. The sneak attack would be seen clearly by the minds eye even while Siegs eyes were shut closed trying to recover, simply because the opponent used metaphysical energies in the attack. "HA!"

Sieg would push forward faster, closing the distance between him and his opponent faster catching the summersaulting man in close range before he planned to release the attack; during the first summersault. Immediatly with the force of his flight he would throw a left hand overhead punch. This would hit somewhere along the second opponents lowerbody and would kill the momentum gained in his summersault; knocking him right back down towards were he came.

Using the momentum gained in the overhand left Sieg would throw the child shaped opponent down towards the metal plates of the resovoir as hard as he possibly could. As the child would hit the plates they would snap and bend up due to the impact of her small body crashing down. Sieg would continue to follow her as she fell down, still not giving her any room to breath.

His eyes were only just recovering, everything was blurry; but the girl was giving off huge amounts of celestial force - to her minds eye she might as well have had a homing divice on her. Sieg would land on top of her in mount position almost immediatly after she hit the ground.

The little girl would be on her back and Sieg would be on top of her, with his knees just under her tiny underarms. His body positioned above her small chest. He would then begin to rain down punch's as if he had just gotten the upper hand on chuck liddel. He would throw them down at varying angles, battering every part of her child like face with his large fist.

Kitsune blinked, looking over at the newly entered girl from Lu Bu, presumed the alternate, who was jumping up and down feverently cheering on her teammate. She chuckled to herself, grinning. The thought crossed her mind of why she wasn't cheering for Umbriel yet, she seemed like the type who would do so.

Seeing as Matthew found it his time to intervene, she took a step back to allow him room to summon his attack, watching the fighter's battle with awe.

Well, seeing as she was still left to strike and intervene, she took a moment to think. Perhaps the best way to aid Umbriel would be defensively, and she did have a way to assist her. But, she'd wait until Umbriel was absolutely in need of it. Play the card too soon, and it'll wear off too soon.

Growing excited, she cupped her hands around her mouth, to amplify her voice a bit.

"YEAH!! COME ON, UMBRIEL!! KICK THAT PUNKASS ALL THE WAY TO BARTON!!" she yelled, her wide grin displaying the confidence she had in Umbriel.

.:Not going to argue.

Merely stated a fact for future reference.

I'm enjoying the show.:.

Kichiro wondered where Peppa was, and began to look through the crowd for the Jedi. Though he kept glancing back to look at the fight. It seemed kinda akward for Seig to be fighting such a little girl.

But it was Gaia.

No biggie.

The Chimagin stretched on his toes and looked around to see if any sign of the force weilder was present. He thought he might have seen him earlier, but now there was no sign.

Edit.

At the sound of the bomb, Kichirio would turn his head to the fight.

"They allow bombs in this tournament?"

The strike to Matthew's lower back combined with his sommersault would only lighten the hit so that it wouldn't hurt like a mother. It'd send him down, heading for the water at a diagonal towards his original direction. The intended ki would be pushed against the water as he collided with the water's surface at an angle, causing him to skid across the water due to the force of Sieg's hit, slapping his arms against the inner wall of the facility as he was pressed back against it. Luckily, the force had sent him nearer to the top of the wall. He hastily grabbed for the edge as the force keeping him against the wall faded, catching it barely as he pulled himself up.

Matthew leaned back, his left eye wincing a bit as he rubbed his back. That was a hell of a punch. So that was what Umbriel was up against out there, eh? He hoped that she would be able to hold out for as long as she could. He simply wanted to see the outcome of the fight, and hoped that Umbriel would give it her best, win or lose. That was their objective in the tournament.

"Go Sieg!"

Minute would shout, pumping her arms into the air, the cyborg grinned wide, rotating her shoulder blades in place once her arms came back to her sides, she was loving this, Sieg was a ground-n-pound kinda guy from the looks of it, and actually had ment what he said about the whole. "I get s**t done." 'Cause he sure was.

Hooking her fingers into the loops of her pants, Minute's eyes would scan over the others who'd come to watch, stopping on each head to register who was who, and then back onto the fight.

"Kick a**!"

OOC: Oh yeah it was. Its common for mixed martial artist to notice that there opponents are running away from them and when they do, they strike down the opponent with all they have because running usually means your hurt. Sieg just changed this a bit, in a bout with metaphysics she could probrably outdo Sieg; and Sieg knew that giving her the hopes of an opening for a metaphysical attack would make her comfertable under false pretenses.

but that was really meaningles in me telling you wasnt it.

Sieg was blown back by her somewhat weaker attack, but his left hand was up and he was guarding his face so the damage wasnt anything worse than the punch's that he recieved everyday in the practice room by powerful fighters. Sieg would charge his tan tein again to 30%, as he would do so he would continue to watch his opponent; waiting for to recover or whatever...

Since her opponent bothered to just watch her Umbriel managed to find some left over strength to just barely recover.

She'd slowly lift her body. It didn't take much to realize that her spiritual energies were nowhere to be found. She knew where he hit her. Her hands ached terrbly and she was still having trouble trying to stand. Her movements were no longer swift and no grace came from any of her moves. If she had the energy she might have attempted to go adult, since in transforming..In order for her body to mature some parts of the body would have to heal automatically...but..even if her spiritual energies weren't cut off..she wouldn't have had the energy.

She breath hard once she had managed to weakly stand to her feet. She had coughted up blood several more times in afew failed attempts but she was finally standing.

Her head was buzzing still and she was having trouble seeing straight. It was funny..she just remembered...dispite being a luna seraph she never took hits as well as her other brethern did.

"....." With strain she'd lift her right hand and held it as high as she could dispite her pain. She was done. This just wasn't a fight she was prepared for. Plus if Kitsune and Matt did well this fight wouldn't matter. Or at least not for the team.

As she held up her hand she looked down and closed her eyes. She'd bite her lip slightly hopeing she did what was right in throwing the fight.

Sieg ecstuffuan Wrote:

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"You sure you want to give up?", Sieg said as he drifted slowly towards the ground, landing gently upon the damaged plates of the resovoir. Sieg would walk up close to her and hold his right hand out for a hardy handshake. His desert yellow eyes connected to hers.

She lowered her hand slowly and nodded silently before moving the same severely injured hand in his direction without any real thought in her actions. There was no need to think stratigically if the fight was really over. She didn't think Sieg was that dishonorable.

"Yes."

Aisua Wrote:

Since her opponent bothered to just watch her Umbriel managed to find some left over strength to just barely recover.

She'd slowly lift her body. It didn't take much to realize that her spiritual energies were nowhere to be found. She knew where he hit her. Her hands ached terrbly and she was still having trouble trying to stand. Her movements were no longer swift and no grace came from any of her moves. If she had the energy she might have attempted to go adult, since in transforming..In order for her body to mature some parts of the body would have to heal automatically...but..even if her spiritual energies weren't cut off..she wouldn't have had the energy.

She breath hard once she had managed to weakly stand to her feet. She had coughted up blood several more times in afew failed attempts but she was finally standing.

Her head was buzzing still and she was having trouble seeing straight. It was funny..she just remembered...dispite being a luna seraph she never took hits as well as her other brethern did.

"....." With strain she'd lift her right hand and held it as high as she could dispite her pain. She was done. This just wasn't a fight she was prepared for. Plus if Kitsune and Matt did well this fight wouldn't matter. Or at least not for the team.

As she held up her hand she looked down and closed her eyes. She'd bite her lip slightly hopeing she did what was right in throwing the fight.

He dropped back down into seiza again and folded his arms, looking at Umbriel with sad eyes. Poor girl...he felt it was his fault that she wasn't as prepared for hand-to-hand combat. She was doing her best, anyway. whatever the outcome, he'd feel at peace that she gave it her all.

He patted his thigh with his right hand before promptly raising back up, a calm, yet somewhat sad smile on his face as he stepped over to the fallen seraph, his geta clacking as he stepped. He knelt down to her, even though he felt she was about to be helped up, looking at her.

"It's alright, Umbriel," he said, "Have no regrets. You fought with what you could against an honorable opponent. There is no shame in that" He looked up to Seig and nodded to him, his expression unchanging before standing up. He'd help Umbriel back over if she needed.

Aisua Wrote:

She lowered her hand slowly and nodded silently before moving the same severely injured hand in his direction without any real thought in her actions. There was no need to think stratigically if the fight was really over. She didn't think Sieg was that dishonorable.

"Yes."

"Then I will not force you.", his deep yet smooth voice had a ring of regret and sadness to it. He wanted this to continue further, he wanted both fighters to give it all they had because Sieg saw beauty in this. Sieg would lightly take her hand, and as he did the wounds located in her hand would begin to heal at a faster rate than they usually would. All the while he would cup it with both hands and shake it as he would at the end of any match."I never caught your name miss?"

Just Three Words Wrote:

After everything had been said and done, and Sieg would move to let the others have their turn, he'd be greeted by Minute in mid-pounce, a bright smile on her face that-if he'd let her- would end with her arms around his neck, and cheek nuzzeled against his chest. "Good job out there. You did great." She'd then let go, step back, and begin jumping up and down. "You did a great job too lady!"

Calm down.

Jumping would stop, and Minute would go back into watching what went on.

"Heeeehee."

Just as Sieg asked the girls name Minute would give him a hug that would have made the large warrior blush had he not been of ebony skin. Sieg didnt really know much about Minute but she looked good, even amongst the females of this tournament who all seemed to possess unaturally good looks...especially for such vicious fighters. "Heh thanks minute...I enjoyed it"

Matthew would take Umbriel's arm around his shoulder and help support her weight under it as he walked back, heading to the sidelines. He hoped that Umbriel would not take this loss badly. She would now see how far she still had to go, and he knew that she would get there in the end. He set her down somewhere safe along the sidelines of the facility. It would be obvious what the result of the match was.

He then turned to Kitsune, who he knew also had something to prove. This would be her moment now, against another powerful yet honorable opponent. He nodded to her, giving her the signal to step up, but not begin until the judge called it.

Nope, no resisting with Minute, she'd enjoy the ride, with wide eyes as the two would speak, her eyes going back and forth between the two listening with interest and a zipped lip.

Peppa Clause Wrote:

Kitsune Konnou Wrote:

Kitsune blinked, looking over at the newly entered girl from Lu Bu, presumed the alternate, who was jumping up and down feverently cheering on her teammate. She chuckled to herself, grinning. The thought crossed her mind of why she wasn't cheering for Umbriel yet, she seemed like the type who would do so.

Seeing as Matthew found it his time to intervene, she took a step back to allow him room to summon his attack, watching the fighter's battle with awe.

Well, seeing as she was still left to strike and intervene, she took a moment to think. Perhaps the best way to aid Umbriel would be defensively, and she did have a way to assist her. But, she'd wait until Umbriel was absolutely in need of it. Play the card too soon, and it'll wear off too soon.

Growing excited, she cupped her hands around her mouth, to amplify her voice a bit.

"YEAH!! COME ON, UMBRIEL!! KICK THAT PUNKASS ALL THE WAY TO BARTON!!" she yelled, her wide grin displaying the confidence she had in Umbriel.

A voice would seemingly come out of nowhere, Kitsune probably had not noticed the man standing there this whole time wiht the feverish battle between Sieg and Umbriel. For some odd reason the Jedi seemed to have payed of little attention to the match, visabley anyways. His minds eyes tracked it a few seconds yet he was primarily looking up and down Kitsune. She was supposed to be his opponent.

Why explain all of this? Because simply put, when Kitsune would turn to talk to Peppa-it would appear he was checking her out.

I'd love to see what you think is bad if Sieg is a punk a**.

Some things can be taken in so many ways, this was one of those things people could get charged with sexual harasssment for. The true humor lied in how Peppa was oblviious to this action. He was simply assessing his opponent before he would introduce himself, the Jedi wasn't the kind to go "Oh hey you kitsune?! DOY!!!! FIGHT!!!".

As a 'Mortal Kombat' game would protray fights anyways.

WIth a quick bow his arm would come across his abs while his left hand went straight down. A quick bow would show his respects to the lady before he would simply say who he was. It'd be fair for him to say after knowing who she would be.

Peppa G. Clause, you would be Kitsune I presume. How are you doing today?

After the first words, it'd seem like he really was hitting on her.

Kitsune's hands dropped from her lips, as they replaced themselves on her hips, a slight bend in her naturally curved hourglass figure.

"Peppa? I thought that was a spice," Kitsune said, with a slight smirk twitching at the left side of her lips, arching one finely sculpted thin eyebrow. She ran a hand through her short brown hair, flipping it out at the ends, letting out a soft scoff.

Kitsune's expression softened a bit, with no ill nature towards her presumed opponent. "Yeah, I'm Kitsune. I'm fine, just chillin."

Truth be told, she was anxious. As she watched her team captain tow Umbriel off the feild, she let out a soft sigh. Umbriel played well, but now it was time to earn both the check and the mate.

Seeing as she was being summoned by both her team captain and her opponent, she stepped up onto the relatively small tiled battlefield. She'd have to be careful with this one, such a small playing feild would mean having to be a bit more contained in her movements if she didn't want to force herself into a ring-out.

"And yourself, Pepper?" she asked, with a slight chuckle as she stepped up. What ningen parents in their right minds would name their child that? Huh, kids of the ningenkai these days were utterly obsessed with being 'gangsta'.

Not that she herself didn't define today's definition of sexy, being able to change her shape had it's appeals, but her real body was even just as comparable. Supermodels would be blown away. Kitsune didn't mean to be cocky, but 'The Vixen' was an understated nickname.

((Edit, sorry I kinda just skimmed it, I seemed to neglect the fact that the fight was over))

Matthew a.k.a. Shinimusha Wrote:

"You don't need to ask me," he said smiling. She could speak to Sieg as Matthew knelt next to Umbriel, holding a hand to her injured form and putting his left hand to his face, closing his eyes and concentrating. He was syncronizing the dual-spirituality he had from his syncretist beliefs so that his spiritual power could react with hers for correct healing. Otherwise it wouldn't have the desired effect.

Sieg would lay a hand on her tan tein, which was the same place he had so recently punched. He would then begin to make a spiritual blueprint of her physical and spiritual characteristics, because she wasnt human Sieg would have to go about doing this differently from how he would usually. Usually he could lay his hands on any person and begin to accelerate and aid there natural healing abilities and help direct there own spiritual energy to do the same. Also Sieg made a blue print of the soul, he began to analyze her tan tein...whom she seemed to actually have multiple...though there was some kind of seal blocking them...Sieg didnt understand this, so he would mearly ignore it. Otherwise her miridian structure was so much more complex than a typical humans though she seemed to possess the same kind of 7 chakra points. All of which were close enough so that Sieg could synchronise his healing technique with her alien physiology. He would close his eyes as he did this, focusing along with matthew.

Seeing the methods that Sieg was using, it was striking him as oddly familiar. The method of spirituality he was using reminded him of Chi Kung, which he had read about in his studies. He had his own ways of gathering physical ki from the world aside from using that within his own body, or even using his spirit energy, which came from his syncretism. Perhaps using a similar method to Sieg's would correspond correctly enough to help speed regeneration.

As such, he would raise his hands over Umbriel slowly before cycling them once very slowly around his abdominal area, drawing the ki of his surroundings in towards him by using his own ki and concentration. This had to be followed by precise, slow breathing, in through his nose and out through his mouth. This surrounding ki of creation, or hadou as he had learned, would come from his abdomen and into his palms as he stopped, holding them lightly over Umbriel. By using ki/chi, his healing efforts would be able to act better with Siegs.

But enough of the sidelines. He would not make it showy, or else it might distract away from the next fight.

Kitsune Konnou Wrote:

Kitsune's hands dropped from her lips, as they replaced themselves on her hips, a slight bend in her naturally curved hourglass figure.

"Peppa? I thought that was a spice," Kitsune said, with a slight smirk twitching at the left side of her lips, arching one finely sculpted thin eyebrow. She ran a hand through her short brown hair, flipping it out at the ends, letting out a soft scoff.

Kitsune's expression softened a bit, with no ill nature towards her presumed opponent. "Yeah, I'm Kitsune. I'm fine, just chillin."

Truth be told, she was anxious. As she watched her team captain tow Umbriel off the feild, she let out a soft sigh. Umbriel played well, but now it was time to earn both the check and the mate.

Seeing as she was being summoned by both her team captain and her opponent, she stepped up onto the relatively small tiled battlefield. She'd have to be careful with this one, such a small playing feild would mean having to be a bit more contained in her movements if she didn't want to force herself into a ring-out.

"And yourself, Pepper?" she asked, with a slight chuckle as she stepped up. What ningen parents in their right minds would name their child that? Huh, kids of the ningenkai these days were utterly obsessed with being 'gangsta'.

Not that she herself didn't define today's definition of sexy, being able to change her shape had it's appeals, but her real body was even just as comparable. Supermodels would be blown away. Kitsune didn't mean to be cocky, but 'The Vixen' was an understated nickname.

((Edit, sorry I kinda just skimmed it, I seemed to neglect the fact that the fight was over))

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Sorry, gave up refreshing after a while.

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You would be pronouncing it wrong Ma'am. It would be Pe-Pay.

Peppa was always annoyed when People made fun of his name. His verizan family had chosen it to be his name, he figured it was good enough for him. In the end, what was really in a name? It was a calling card that was all, a man was defined by his actions not a name. Music was defined by their sound not by the titles. Titles could effect a view yet nonetheless the music remained.

Shrugging this off, he would followed hte lady on to the tile field. His senses perking up while he pretty much just charged himself up. Allowing a relaxating sort of state take over Peppa. Immediatly Peppa's expressions would seem calmer, his voice smoother. He was practicing Jedi relaxtion techniques ofcourse.

A jedi was trained to be as calm with his emotions, to not disrupt the will of the force. To hear it's will and allow it's being to flow through and around you with as little resistance as possible. A man with no emotion would be absolutley perfect for the jedi way. If he had a good heart for justice, whcih in itself was a contradiction. For a heart implies emotion. So thus, there was no ultimate Jedi.

I'm glad to hear that, as for myself I would be doing fantastic for somone who's been having as rough days as I have had. Wifes dieng and all. I have a duty however, a duty to fight for my friends.

It was safe to assume that the Jedi had ignored the vixens appearance. He cared not what she looked like, was just going to make punching her a little more funny in a way. Tho' somehow he expected this lady to be using something much more then weapons. He could feel it stiring in the force.

Well, if you would like to begin then make a stance.

Peppa would simply stretch before groping his right hand for his lightsabre. The left hand which was gauntlet adorned would hang to the side. The lightsabre held lightly within his hands would remain off while he allowed the force to flow through him. Immediatly by becoming 'one with the force' his....being would be reflected through the area aroudn him. The floor would seem to be just as much as Peppa as Peppa himself.

Mental, physical, and spiritual body under control. The Jedi was ready for battle. He told himself he probably should strike a stance yet he figured he'd strike one in conformity to his opponents actions.

A figure of a young beautiful looking woman had made her way towards where the fight had just taken place, for now it seemed the fights were on hold. Would there be another fight here soon, hopefully so as she wanted to see some action. The woman had a few fight areas to visit to give her support to the fighters that were fighting there, she would make her way around to them in time.

Her soft earthern eyes would capture some people that she knew in her sights from behind the shades, it was Sieg and Peppa. She would apporach them with a steady pace, her footsteps were light and silent upon the ground beneath. Her everymove was filled with grace and balance, her hips would sway slightly from side to side. Getting closer she would speak out so Sieg and the rest could hear her.

"Looks like I missed some action."

She could tell this as she sensed it within the air around her, there had been a good clash of fighters here already. Once she was about five foot away she would come to a stop, her earthern eyes took in all before them as she stood there with her hands down by her toned thighs. Her slim curved figure stood at 5ft6, her long brown hair was neatly tied up with a few free strands hanging freely down the side of her slightly tanned beautiful soft gentle face. She had perfect structure to her face, the looks body and beauty of a true goddess could be seen. She was dressed in a tight fitting white shirt that showed her curves and had a few buttons undone at the top revealing her perfect clevage it looked as though her large breasts could pop out to say 'hi' at any minute but no they would not as they were safe;y in her shirt, she had on a black velvet choker around her neck which had a silver heart in it's center. A very short black skirt with black thigh high boots that had straps and buckles going all the way up the boot, a pair of black fingerless fighting gloves and finally she had on a pair of black shades that sat on the bridge of her nose.

As the healing finished, Matthew looked on at Sieg and Umbriel as they spoke with one another. Sieg seemed to be rather interested in Umbriel's existance...and moreso fascinated with angels themselves. He, in fact, was quite closely related to a particular angel...his superior. He wondered if he would show up later on to watch the fights. If he was going to, he would have to hurry. He was awfully late. Unless he was already lurking about...

But watching Sieg and Umbriel made him think. He smiled and put his hand to his chin, thinking for a moment. Perhaps what he was considering earlier might not be a bad idea. He'd just have to mention it to Sieg after their teams were dont fighting.

Then the quietness came.

Matthew turned his head to the sight Sieg had already looked upon and recognized. He was a calm one, even for a human...but thanks to the ways of one of his teachers in the past, young Matthew had developed a weakness for women.

And this woman was quite one for his weakness. At the moment, the calm that he had built up kept him from completely turning red, but after taking a glance of the woman, he turned his head to the front from where he was sitting in seiza, a blush coming to his face in spite of the lack of any expression changing. The woman looked familiar. He could have sworn he had seen her in the roster of teams. Was she a team leader? Her figure was definately that of a fighter. The idea of a woman with such strength seemed to have an effect on the young ronin. Hopefully his blushing would go unnoticed, for he needed to be much more calm for Kitsune's fight.

((just got back from work, so I'll be on a bit more constantly now.))

Seeing as a lady from neither team had entranced the battle site, she'd immidiately looked back at her team captain, who as usual, had gone into his reddened blushing state. Well, couldn't say that wasn't familiar.

"Keep your cool, man. Getting too excited over her will leave you too exhausted for the fight," she huffed, with a scowl, as she turned back to face her opponent.

((EDIT!))

Kitsune smirked, her hands resting on her wide hips as she finished her polite conversing with him. "Wife's dying, huh? Sorry for your pain, but seeing as we both have things of utter importance to fight for, I see we have at least a shred of alikeness," she said.

"My son's freedom is depending on me, I won't give up this match," Kitsune swore confidently, her obsidian black eyes serious and narrow.

Still among the corners of the feild, she took one step forward.

"Hitotsu, the image of the siren, that allures men to distraction."

She took another step forward, her left leg crossing over her right, almost in a ballet-like stance, as if ready for a plié.

"Futatsu, the dance that summons the will of the elements."

Her third step followed, her right foot sweeping around her left, standing on her right foot en pointe, her left leg rising behind her, extending her left arm out.

"Mittsu, the strength of heart that never decays, striving for hope."

Bending forward gracefully, her left hand going on the tiled ground palm down, she'd lifted herself into a one-armed handstand, as her elbow gave a slight bend, before strongly pushing up, forcing Kitsune into the air, flipping over with utmost acrobility, landing elegantly on her feet, beginning in the ballet-like third position, her right heel touching the toes of her left foot, as it slowly spread out into a balanced ready position, her hands in a guarded position up by her neck, ready to defend an attack to the head or middle, which did seem a bit futile against such a sabre.

"Kitsune, the Vixen."

She let out a small chuckle, such force grew around him. That grin returned on her previously serious face, he'd have to learn to conceal his energy pattern or this was going to be all too easy. Let her at least have some fun, ne?

"Well, as in most of the human cultures say, 'Ladies first', right?" she asked with a laugh, as she immidiately set in. This fight would not be won easily if she came in contact with that sabre. It had an immense heat around it, and a burn or like handicap was not something she desired.

Switching her weight from her right to her left, she thrust her right hand forward, immidiately pulling back to jump up high, her left knee high in the air while leaving her right straight, landing back en pointe on her toes.

Rabbit.

Her hands were brought to her chest in a praying position, standing on her toes, as she melded back into her extended bow on her right foot, throwing her right arm forward again, continuing with her jump as she'd done but a moment ago.

Sheep, rabbit.

Her movements were fast and fluid as she finished her dance, putting her hands in the praying form back at her chest, before going into the stride in her right foot, extending it out.

Sheep.

But as her arm followed out, her wrist seemed to be the source of a thick mist, pouring out of nowhere like smoke, thickly covering the feild, as well as the bystanders.

"You'll have to be quick, bud. Don't let me catch you, or it'll be the death of you..." she thought. For a Jedi, most had telepathic powers. "Heh, that lightsabre of yours works just like a beacon in a lighthouse, allowing the ship to find port... perhaps you'd like to take a moment to become more conspicuous, or this'll be over very quickly... he heh..."

Lenne Misao Wrote:

She was amazed of how quiet the crowd had grown, looking at Sieg through those dark shades she would smile softly to him. Her eyes would drift over his form as she stood there, returning back to his face she would speak in her soft smooth silky tone to him.

"Hello Sieg... it's Lenne, though changed quite abit. Leanne is watching her team mate battle at Barton center at the moment, getting prepared for her fight. I'm here to visit some of the people I know best to give them my support...plus I wanted to see your fine looking a**..."

She let out a small soft laugh as she laughed her right hand would come up in a graceful motion and remove the glasses from her face so that he could see her soft gentle earthern eyes that would be gazing at him as a soft warm smile appeared upon those silky lips of hers, bringing the glasses down she would tuck the into the side of her skirt before her hands moved slowly down her thigh to rest upon it lightly. Lenne had noticed the other man and given him a soft smile, she swore she saw a blush before he turned away. Maybe she would get to speak to him, find out who he was.

(Edited)

Siegs mouth was slightly open and for a split second he had that facial expression that made you want to pull out a camera and snap as quickly as possible. Some called it 'the dear caught in the head lights' expression and some just sayed 'abwuh?'. Sieg quickly regained his cool and relaxed composure. Lenne just knew how to pull it off, her curvacious body mixed with her being as horndoggish as Sieg was..."Oh really, Miss Lenne. Well, I woudnt want to keep you waiting for my fine sexy a**. So Im going to go run and get some drinks from my car right quick, you want something?"

Matthew heard the remarks, whcih sort of made his blush increase, his eyes dotted. He scratched the bridge of his nose for a moment. She seemes to be quite...open, he thought. Of course, she seemed to have an interest in Sieg. This brought a bit of a smile to his face, as if he was about to let out a small, whole hearted laugh. It was a rather amusing show. He would wonder if the judges minded all of this for a brief moment before thinking once more about how out-of-the-blue all this was.

Matthew was not so...well...innocent as some, but he was shy about those things. Sieg didn't seem to have a problem, even after the frozen expression he had on his face. If Matthew was in a less calm situation, like at the Haven or the Oni back in the commerce lands, he'd probably be the same way. He continued to scratch the bridge of his nose as he watched Kitsune start, amazed that she had developed such abilities. This would be quite a surprising round.

Matthew turned to Sieg with a confused look on his face. "I don't know..." he said. It was the first time he had heard her mention that. He looked back at Kitsune and thought deeply...remembering how different she had been acting lately. The thing he had sensed her hiding. It must have had something to do with her children.

"Damn you, Kitsune," he thought, "Why didn't you tell me more when I asked you?" Earlier in their training she had been reluctant to tell him about the pregnancy...which was quickly addressed to. Once he had helped her deliver, the status of her children just disappeared from his mind as he focused his mind on his training. What could have happened that he didn't know about? And what did it have to do with Kitsune's strange determination?

No matter. If it would be her driving force for doing well in this fight, then that was fine. If she let her emotions get the better of her, however, then that wouldn't be good at all.

Lenne watched as Sieg flew off, interesting she had not really seen him fly. Mind you alot had changed for her, she was no longer what she used to be but now was something...quite different. While Sieg had gone to get drinks Lenne would look around, she would look to the girl who was about to fight. Her eyes would take in every detail, every move. The next fight looked like it could be a rather interesting one, though she did not know if she would be able to see all of it. Her eyes looked to the other woman and then down to the team leader, she would give him a look over and smile before her gaze began to move and look about again.

Sieg would then be back landing in the same position as he was in before he had gone to get the drinks, after hearing him she would look down at the drinks and get herself a red bull. Though that could be bad, might give her more energy than what she already had. Smiling she opened the can and carefully sat down near Sieg, she would make sure to be careful as she had on a very short skirt with ....some sort of underwear.....underneath, she would cross her legs and sit comfortable and relaxed.

"Thankyou Sieg."

Lifting the can up to her silky lips, her lips would part slightly letting the red bull in her mouth and slide down her throat smoothly. She would take another sip then lower the can, licking her lips slowly afterwards to get off any red bull which remained upon those lucious lips of hers.

A blonde boy, looking about 16-17 years of age had appeared behind Matthew and Seig.

"Chronos," he said behind them.

He was the only one there, having been the only one to watch this fight, urging his brother, Eros, and his identical twin sisters, Circe and Callisto, behind at the hotel.

His blue eyes were sincere, as he made a polite bow. "Matthew, I had sought you to converse about this in a more private manner, but it seems that my initial intention had come to dissarray due to our unability to meet. I am Helios," he introduced himself.

"I apologize for any trouble my mother has caused, but she is the only one who can relieve her son, my brother, Chronos, from his captivity," he explained.

Helios looked down at the ground, his expression seemed a bit hurt, lost. "My brother's powers are far too strong to control, and King Yamma has taken note of it," he stated, "He's been quarantined, and will be forced to return to demon world if Mother can't prove her strength to him, the ability to control herself as well as her son. With Chronos' potential threat, they may have to reinstall the Kakai barrier..."

(( Helios looks like a chick, and thanks Sieg now I want muscle milk.))

Valentine shivered as he stood on the side lines for Team Lu Bu, mostly because he was dumb enough to not wear a shirt nor jacket as he went out. You'd wonder why he wouldn't just keep himself warm seeing as how he has control over heat, but no matter it didn't seem to stop him from complaining. " Sieg, you better not lose or it's your a**. Same for the rest of ya." He had his normal smlie on his face. He easily recognized Kitsune and Matthew, but not so much the last one. He could easily remember Matthew because he was friends of Yusuke and Kitsune because he had talked to her. He'd seen the last one, but knew nothing about her. His eyes soon fell over to Lenne as his eyes grew wide. He'd sneak up from behind her as her lips touched the can and he would take his index fingers and poke both her sides at the same time with a " Boo!".

"And we certianly won't let Kitsune down when she needs us most...Dispite what little detail we know." Umbriel replied thoughtfully. The little girl would then look up at Matt and blink as she saw him blushing. It seemed that woman from earlier had really made an impression on him...Perhaps it would be best if she kept a close eye on Kitsune and Peppa's fight.

She'd then slowly look in the direction of Helios. That was strange. She didn't know that Kitsune even had children...However at the time of Kitsune's pregancy she was busy trying not to be torn appart by a wind elemental to gain her powers.

(( Take the choclate one add ice put it in a blender then add slices of banana and it's amaing.))

" Good, now just have the rest of your team win." Valentine said smiling. Before brushing his hair back out of his eyes. He would then pull his gloves up so that they would be a full length going up to his elbow.

Lenne Misao Wrote:

Lenne had sensed Val on the side lines and listened as he talked to Sieg, once he had finished talking Lenne had sensed him start to move towards her. A sly grin now appeared on her lips, just as he got close Lenne turned her head and looked up at him.

"And what are you up to?"

She had caught him out just before he had poked her, the grin could be seen as she looked at Val. " Eheheheh, nothing..." Valentine would say as his eyes looked in another direction with a voice that said he was planning something. The fingers soon became his hands that would grab Lenne's sides and begin to lift her in the air. " I always win Lenne. Figured you woulda learned that by now."

((I'll use whatever pictures I want to, thank you very much.))

Kitsune Konnou Wrote:

((I'll use whatever pictures I want to, thank you very much.)) (( Geez, defensive much? Just tryin' to help.))

((Okay...enough of the OOC on that part, Claus and Kitsune >>...Hell, I'm not even sure if this on-the-side RPing is allowed.))

Matthew almost stumbled back as this boy before him, Helios, spoke. Mother? He was one of the children? How on Earth did he grow up so fast.

"You're one of her children?" he asked with surprise. He had been the one to deliver them...yet of course he wouldn't recognize him so quickly. He guessed it would be best just to accept this, since the boy would go on with his story.

So that was what Kitsune was hiding. She should have spoke to him in the first place. He would have done what he could to take care of it. King Yemma was quite hard to persuade, however, for he remembered the trouble Yusuke had when he was being sent back to Makai. Poor Kitsune...no wonder she was driven. But surely someone as wise as King Yemma wouldn't do something so abrupt, especially when there were people like Matthew, Yusuke, Sieg and others around, would he?

Still...if she is to prove her ability to control her son, a fight with a Jedi to prove her worth would be a sight to see. Win or lose, he knew Kitsune's strength would shine enough for her personal mission to be accomplished. He would assist her in any way that was possible.

.: On the side RPing is plenty fine. This is an RPing event. ^_^

Though there is a thread for the OOC.:.

Kichiro blinked and the fight was over, apparently Seig had won with the girl throwing in the towl.

She relied on powers too much, he decided. Seig had only done some 'metaphysical' attacks after the girl had tried a bomb of some spirit sorts. It was too much really, and she attempted to dodge or evade too much. Not enough rolling with the punches, seemed as if she was more prepared for a dance than a fight.

Oh well.

Maybe the next one will present Peppa... with a challange.

+++A man in crimson and black clothing could be seen walking throughout the crowd. His eyes and hair stood out the most as he merely walked through the crowd themselves. His eyes and hair were of similar colors only different shades of green. His eyes more of an emerald and his hair more vibrant. A top of that was the crimson colored pimp hat as he'd merely watch the going ons that were about. He stood on the very edge of the crowd and would stay there.

Lenne Misao Wrote:

Being lowered back down she smiled softly, standing she turned to face Val. The soft smile would soon change to a smirk as she looked at him with slightly narrowed eyes, her hand that had been keeping her skirt down would fall to her side.

"Is that what you think? Sleep with one eye open Val..you never know what might happen.."

Lenne had said this in a playfull tone to him, still looking at him with the smirk upon her face. She sensed Kichiro about, he seemed to just be there relaxing and checking on the fights. " I'm pretty sure I want whatever you have in mind Lenne." Valentine would say with a smirk of his own to counter Lenne's. A buzzing sound could heard and felt by Valentine. He would reach into his pocket pulling out his silver Motorola L2 phone. " Hello.. uh huh... sure I guess." Then a click could be heard as he pressed the button to end the call. " Damn it. I gotta run, I'll be back later." Valentine would barely finish the sentence before kissing Lenne on the cheek and soon dispersing in a burst of flames making sure not to burn Lenne.

(( G'night people, I'll be on some other time.))

Kichiro, use to the environment of the shinobi, typical nights and dark places where sight was useless, hardly noticed the mist as a distraction from the fight. The vibrations, the sounds of hearts beating, the smell of the people he cared to observe all sent clear images far beyond visual sight. He could tell an individual in a crowd's sound of walking, or the way they breathed, or any number of things.

Eyesight was merely an extra bonus when he had it.

Kichiro looked towards the fight, wondering what sort of magic user this was. It seemed, with the mist, that it was another power user. He sure hoped that Mathew used more skill then that. The paranormal allowed children to be Gods, the skilled used the tools of the mortal to be powerful. At least, that's how he saw it.

Yawning, Kichiro would notice a few others around about that were familiar.

Lenne, the cause of his first death.

Mathew, partner in opposing injustice in Commerce and opposing team captain.

Valentine, someone he had met along the lines of Lu Bu and some other place he was sure.

Oh, and perhaps one more?

Kichiro closed his eyes to block out the distraction, and attempted to search through his memories and those signs of the others in the crowd.

Post 1

Past tense love, she IS dead.

The Jedi could feel his sorroundings probably better then the lady. For in a small part, he was the sorroundings in some small way. The force extended it's grip with everything, save for like a few small things, so you could imagine what would happen by him joining the force.

1 Peppa began charging himself up telikenetic wise.

Snickering to himself, this lady seemed to get everything wrong. His name, his wife, the tournament, and the sabre. Sighing again to correct her he would shoot telepathy at the women. Ofcourse the man was a telpathic.

The lightsabre is currently off, the tournament is not to the death. Maybe I should just stop talking, you get everything wrong.

Peppa would simply stand still. He would not use the force to tear this fog away. He had his ways of countering many sorts of things. He saw clearer without his eyes than with anyways. If she was hoping to sneak up on Peppa she had another thing coming, mine as well come straight towards the man.

Keeping his weapon in his right hand, he did not like standing in fog that much and to be honest, yet he was goign to try and keep power usage at a minimum. While it seemed this was all this girl was about.

Deciding he would take the innitiative, Peppa would walk forward. Cooly in a relaxed form while slowly sliding into a sideways stance. His left shoulder closest to his opponent with his lightsabre, despite being turned off, pointed to his opponent. Taking small shuffle steps forwards he would remain locked on her. His awareness exceeding much beyond simply the arena.

In the end though, if the b***h wanted to play with fire, she'd get it..

Coming in at 4 feet from his opponent, Peppa would make a horizontal hip shot. His lightsabre flipping from bent forwards position to a strik with the flip of a switch. The beam would come out at a good 5 feet, Peppa had set it to come out that long this time. Combined with his arm length that would be a good at least 6 foot dodge with 4 foott distance. Aimed from her left to her right across the thighs just below the pelvis.

A small begginers strike.

Lenne being what she was and what she had been through in the past and training she would be able to see through the darkness of the thick mist that had been cast and had surrounded the area. Plus she could still sense the people about her, so it did not bother her in the slightest. Looking at Val with soft earthern eyes she would hear what he had to say, then respond to him.

"I'm pretty sure you would.."

Seeing his smirk she would continue to smirk, then buzzing would be heard. She watched as Val pulled out a phone and answered. She would not really listen to what he had to say to the person who had phoned him as it could be considered rude to do so, once he had finished the call he had said to her that he had to go. The smirk would turn to a gentle smile as she gave a small nod and replied softly to him.

"I'll catch you around Val."

Lenne watched as he disappeared in a burst of flames, he had made sure they had not hurt her in the process. Smiling she turned to watch the fight as she gulped down the rest of the red bull, the can when finished with would suddenly disappear from her hand. She let both hands drop down by her sides as she stood there watching, a few thoughts ran through her mind while there.

Post #2

Her fox ears twitched.

1, 2, 3, 4. Easy.

It was a four-count energy pattern, one of the easiest to decipher, even though it was a fairly quick attack. With a four-count attack, she could simplify her dodge into two moves.

The first, with a slight step to the right, the second allowing her knees to collapse thrusting her upper body backward, Kitsune falling flat onto the tiled floor on her back. Her fall wasn't quick enough, the smell of burnt hair faint, being cooled by the pallid fog, the ends of her sandy-blonde bangs singed, a fairly darker color than her normal shade.

Well, that was close.

She grinned, her mischevious demeanor showing through. She was sly, as was the nature of the fox.

Dodging any attacks would be fairly easy, especially with such neat numbers. The jedi were naturally structured in their style of combat, as was most martial arts, kind of taking a bit from everything. Kitsune, being a skilled dancer and demoness, her reflexes were sharp, and with ears like hers, they were particuarly sensitive.

Even a slight movement, it could be detected. If no noise was made that could pass those ears, even vibrations could alert her. Think like, echolocation in the air. And dodging? Please. Her method was a bit more complex, but made it almost look easy. Jedi had such "perfect numbers". Being so structured, this was going to be a less difficult fight for her than for him. Still, she had to play this right. One formulatic error, and she'd have to sew her top half to her bottom half.

The fog was merely for defense, but now that she was that close, he'd no doubt have seen her. Well, now it was Kitsune's turn for offense.

Using her movements that utilized the dance, she rolled over to the right, onto her stomach quickly, then onto her back again. That grin growing wider, she manuevered her legs into a famous move of the samba, a lock step.

Basically, by putting her leg down with a slight bend, she'd placed her right leg around his left, the backside of her lower calf pressed against his ankle. Giving it a quick sweep, only by quick reflexes would he been able to dodge, she would have swept his foot out from under him, causing him to lose balance.

With another quick roll, she pushed her feet against the ground, tumbling her into a fast somersault, with the fluid movements taking her to her feet. Her right foot was en pointe, pointed toes, leaning on her left, a little ways away from the lightsabre weilding jedi.

This would be more of a hit-and-run type of battle for her, she wouldn't be able to perform consecutive attacks with that weapon threatening to burn more than just her hair.

Sieg would just...kind of chuckle...

.: Don't take it personally hun.

I like how your doing physical fighting, shows a good amount of confidence and skill where the other lacked. You aren't relying souly on powers.

But Kichiro has a thing against dancers because of a few recent incidents.

So please, don't take it to heart.

Enjoy.

BTW. Peppa will be on in two hours if you are still gonna be around. :.

OOC: Dont worry, I meant nothing by it.

SIeg would take another swig of muscle milk, finishing off the carton.

"Your team is the dysfunctional family you choose." Minute spoke mid yawn, reaching up with her right hand grabbing the elbow of her left arm, pulling it away from her body. A small crack, and she'd let go, shifting her weight forward to lock her legs around the branch she'd been lounging out on, now hanging upside down, suspenders being the only thing that would be holding up her shirt from falling down.

"And lookie here, I'm in one."

The cyborg would grin, shaking her head, she wonderd exactly what Hikaru was up to, ever since they came to Lu-bu she hadn't seen him since, no contacting nothing.

Not that it botherd her or anything. She was just in one of them moments.

"She's got a tail...wonder how that would taste.."

Que snapshots of Minute gnawing on Laz's tail a few months back.

"I'm hungry."

((Gotta let my dad on for a bit. BBS.))

((Sorry if I just seem in a bad mood, guys, I don't mean to be. Just some rough stuff going on at home and with friends and work and stuff, so I'm a bit edgy. Sorry if I take stuff the wrong way, or if I misread things, I'm really tired and irritated, but I don't get much time just to chill.

Yeah, just to give you guys the heads up, okay?))

Kitsune Konnou Wrote:

Post #2

Her fox ears twitched.

1, 2, 3, 4. Easy.

It was a four-count energy pattern, one of the easiest to decipher, even though it was a fairly quick attack. With a four-count attack, she could simplify her dodge into two moves.

The first, with a slight step to the right, the second allowing her knees to collapse thrusting her upper body backward, Kitsune falling flat onto the tiled floor on her back. Her fall wasn't quick enough, the smell of burnt hair faint, being cooled by the pallid fog, the ends of her sandy-blonde bangs singed, a fairly darker color than her normal shade.

Well, that was close.

She grinned, her mischevious demeanor showing through. She was sly, as was the nature of the fox.

Dodging any attacks would be fairly easy, especially with such neat numbers. The jedi were naturally structured in their style of combat, as was most martial arts, kind of taking a bit from everything. Kitsune, being a skilled dancer and demoness, her reflexes were sharp, and with ears like hers, they were particuarly sensitive.

Even a slight movement, it could be detected. If no noise was made that could pass those ears, even vibrations could alert her. Think like, echolocation in the air. And dodging? Please. Her method was a bit more complex, but made it almost look easy. Jedi had such "perfect numbers". Being so structured, this was going to be a less difficult fight for her than for him. Still, she had to play this right. One formulatic error, and she'd have to sew her top half to her bottom half.

The fog was merely for defense, but now that she was that close, he'd no doubt have seen her. Well, now it was Kitsune's turn for offense.

Using her movements that utilized the dance, she rolled over to the right, onto her stomach quickly, then onto her back again. That grin growing wider, she manuevered her legs into a famous move of the samba, a lock step.

Basically, by putting her leg down with a slight bend, she'd placed her right leg around his left, the backside of her lower calf pressed against his ankle. Giving it a quick sweep, only by quick reflexes would he been able to dodge, she would have swept his foot out from under him, causing him to lose balance.

With another quick roll, she pushed her feet against the ground, tumbling her into a fast somersault, with the fluid movements taking her to her feet. Her right foot was en pointe, pointed toes, leaning on her left, a little ways away from the lightsabre weilding jedi.

This would be more of a hit-and-run type of battle for her, she wouldn't be able to perform consecutive attacks with that weapon threatening to burn more than just her hair.

((Sokay, repost para Peppa, then. ^^))

Striker offense.

(I really hate to be a bugger, but it does get a little confusing when you try to backtrack and counter in the middle of one of my attacks. Usually I do try to put that as the last thing, but the fact that she had rolled away had ensued that she does stand up afterward, just for the record. A jump out of the way followed by an attack would have sufficed. But I'll go with it, I'll just see it as she hadn't somersaulted away. No ill-intent, judges! NONE, I SWEAR!! >.<))

Post #3

CRAP!

She couldn't go left or right, so the only place to go was up. Pulling her knees up, she rocked back onto her shoulderblades, using her hands to brace her. It caught the heel of her left foot by a bit as he swept downwards, singing the bottom of her thick-soled shoe, leaving a burning callouse on her heel, showing through the bottom of the shoe, looking like it had been chopped off and smeared with charcoal.

Finishing it in a backwards somersault, she was careful to land on her right foot, using her hands to push up her upper body. Landing her left foot carefully behind her, she stood on the balls of her feet, a bit hesitant to put her heel down.

She gritted her teeth, her eyes narrow. Damn, doing the Shippu-odori, the dance of the hurricane, was going to be difficult. If it was made of fire, wouldn't water put it out?

(It's controversial in the many different series and books, but by the movies, it supports that they short out in water. You want an example, pm me, and I'll give you valueable proof.)

Yes, that was too difficult a technique with an injured foot. The snake, the most difficult of all the dance katas, would require use of both feet, for she couldn't attempt a one-footed landing.

But, seeing as he'd put the sabre away, she'd put off that for now. Perhaps the Ame-odori, the dance of the rain, would be of easier use. But still, only when she'd have the direct chance to short out that sabre would she use it.

Kitsune had no powers directly of the elements, it was more... borrowing.

Still, even as they had backed to opposite corners of the feild, it wasn't too far apart, and her mist she'd begun the match with was starting to disperse.

Damn, it wasn't like she had any cortosis ore on her, nor anything of the like that could counteract that lightsabre. That silver escudo earring still hung on her ear, but she had yet to release it. Escudo was about 400 times stronger than diamond, but she still hadn't tested it's imperviousness to heat. Her hand was itching to release it, but she resisted. Now was not the time for tests.

"You're rather skilled with that fancy heat sword of yours," Kitsune complimented him, a rather defensive stance she was in. "As much as I like a good challenge, I'm a bit hesitant to get near you... who knows what's going on in that mind of yours."

She grinned. "But, if you want a victory, you'll have to do better than that."

She was much more skilled with counterattacks than with starting the fight, as they were both eye-locked with each other, no doubt he'd take the initiative to counterattack with the resting sabre if she made a move. She could dodge, but if she didn't count correctly... well, let's just say she'd like to keep herself in one peice.

But having dodged the last one, her ears twiked a bit too soon. "Nan da--?!"

She covered her face with her arms to protect her from the flames, her black eyes squinting from the heat. But, she turned around, stupid move.

Duck, stupid! DUCK!!

As she tried, her body couldn't keep up with Kichiro's speed, hitting her in the left ear, the shock following through with her head. Kitsune was knocked off balance, throwing her across the small feild, off the edge.

"--Wha--?!" she shouted, as she leaned her upper body forward, gripping the edge of the tile of the feild, which was about 15-20 feet off the ground, a steep slope of smooth concrete supporting it. Holding on by the one hand, she grunted, pulling herself back up again, standing on her feet.

Well, that one had caught her off guard. Won't let that happen again.

Post 3

She was pulling herself up when two things happend.

The first being the result of Peppa's spiritual energys. With a combination of absorb energy and telikenetic energy he had created a high pitched sound. Peppa ofcourse had a psychic barrier against this sound aroudn his ears, yet nonetheless it was a ear screching sound. For a ktisune who had hyper sensitive ears, that meant pain and confusement. Her 'Eyes' had been blocked.

Peppa knew about Kitsunes, didn't need to know she was relying on them ears of hers from a post to know that. It's how they all worked.

The second thing was that in the blind of this fog, a lightsabre was being thrown at super speeds. Handled with telikenetic energy the blade would zoom at her hands in a tilted arc. The tilt being in a good 80 degree angle in front of her. In other words, she'd be pulling herself up onto the lightsabre...well the lightsabre would be cutting her fingers off anyways so she wouldn't be doing any pulling.

Now it was stated earlier the sabre was 5 feet long, spinning around it would be a 10 foot blade. Add in th

e hilt itself it would be a good 12 foot round blade. Spinning so fast that it didn't look like a sabre anymore than a disc saw.

If she was still on the platform miracuously the blade would come back from her side for her upper thighs, something she could not bend. Before coming to Peppa's hand at a stop. If she was standing up on the platform miracuously, she would find her thighs shot still. This time throught he blindness of the sound.

She would not be able to feel the weapon coming, judging by how fast the weaponw as moving it would be much like a gunshot. Simply just there and back. THere also was no indication the lightsabre was coming back untill it did. Which by then it would be too late. By the time she could turn around it would have came back and hit her.

Keep thinking this is a fire sword.

+++The unnamed man would just stand there leaning on the crimson cane he had in his hand as he watched the fight that was going on. He was, until recently, standing behind Kichiro but it seemed he had left suddenly from the spot so that just left the unknown man behind everyone else. He was just watching and nodded his approval.

+++"Why doesn't he just cut off her arms and legs? I mean, that'd end it all."

+++He'd ask merely to himself, but he was sure the teammates that weren't fighting would definitely hear the man that stood there in the crimson outfit. He was ever watching and gaining information to lend his friends later down the road. Though, his friends weren't even in this tournament. So what could that possibly mean? Well, that was unknown. Though he was indeed getting caught up in the fight. Too bad there wasn't too much crowd because of the mist that just ******** everything up with watching for some people.

+++"He's a damn jedi and she's a stupid dancing kitsune. There's no way he's actually trying."

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xDD

I'm not goona say anything, don't want to provoke her, she's had a bad day as it is.

Yet, I love you guys <3

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Post #4

Her ears stung, but she couldn't allow herself to cover them, her eyes cringing. A loud buzzing sound overcame it all, as she let go, her fingers just missing the sword, but now she was falling for the ground.

Quick, quick, be quick.

In a flash of deep purple light, her image warped about, a small tan-colored tree frog -with a silver hoop on it's back and a black spot on it's lower left foot- suctioning against the wall.

Shapeshifting, one of her most elementary powers. As was a normal trait for the kitsune breed, changing her shape was an easy feet, utilizing the ability of the frog's suctioning appendages to climb back up the wall, waiting for his other attacks to go by.

She could change into anything she could -or had- touched. It took a bit of energy, but this could have been the decisive move for her.

Pressing herself against the floor on her stomach she regained her original shape, as the lightsabre whirred over her. His force was well enough magic, she would soon use magic of her own.

Her ears still rang, and winced, trying to mentally block it out. It was a bit of a handicap, but she'd work through it. Simply because of the lack of height, the lightsabre had gone right over her, as she pushed herself up. As it was returning to it's master, now was the time to strike.

"SHIRUBA-TENSAI!!" she shouted, removing the hoop from her ear, holding it behind her as in a flash of light, the ring had grown, to about a 5 foot diameter. With a sweep to the side, she'd thrown the ring, aiming for his middle, sweeping across the sides, the sharp blade spinning.

((Look in my profile for a picture of the ringblade))

The sight of the lightsabre sent a few shivers down his spine, but it wasn't something he'd likely have to encounter in his later days. He was too passive of a person to become directly linked into a tournament like this, though the idea of it all seemed somewhat interesting after a bit of pondering...

It was neither here or there though, the contest was likely already set to its limits and he'd take no pursuit in participating in the slaughter, not this year. Instead, he focused on finding a clear path through the crowd or perhaps around them, but it seemed the thicket had grown over time. Perhaps if he was a little earlier he'd have a chance to get past the barriers of people clogging the lines up.

Glancing a bit around here and there, Zeo decided it was better to be content of what he had at the moment. There was no point in using up energy to get a closer view on a spectacle like this, though he wanted to deep down inside. Instead, he'd take a few to relax and try to get a few glances here and there over the oddly quiet crowd who seemed awe struck at the events passing before them.

Post #5

Kitsune's ringblade was a unique weapon, one that supplied it's form by her energy. Simple, she had to fuel her energy into it to make it grow, and repeal it to return it to it's dormant form. Seeing as the weapon was heavy, she did move a bit slower with it, and bouncing off of another surface did slow it down a bit more.

((Not modding, it's physics.))

Taking that advantage, she recalled her energy, the little hoop sliding towards her just out of reach.

Laying on the ground had only given her a moment's rest, with her foot still injured, and true, her dumb luck would only last so long. The ringing in her ears started to fade, that mental block at least helping her keep her sanity.

She'd seemed rather cocky at the beginning of the match, but as she looked up, her black eyes were more focused, calm, intense. She had something to fight for, no more fooling around. No more running, she had something to prove, and her son depended on it. Her team depended on it. SHE depended on it.

Only noticing it as she'd moved, her left shoulder stung, having been clipped by the thrown lightsabre, in it's speed, dealing almost painless injuries until she'd proceeded to notice them. Well, both lefts were handicapped.

Oh joy.

She grinned, standing up, clutching the earring again. She didn't have the energy to release it again just yet, and held onto it tightly in her left fist, her right hand over her left shoulder.

"Good, Keep me entertained," she answered, her face stern.

She'd need Yukina after this battle, her ringblade would need a good repair-job.

Kay, here we go again.

She took off running to the right, as she was in the west corner of the feild, running along the right side to the east, worming around Peppa, presumably a preparation for an attack.

"Come on peppa Constant attack, she is beggining to know your power, dont let her gain the distance; keep her running and she cant strike you down!", Sieg shouted like a wrestling coach, with a loud booming voice that he kenw peppa would catch.

Sieg ecstuffuan Wrote:

"Nevermind", Sieg would shout humerously as the bridge had just begun to fall beneath the girls feet. If she coudnt fly, she would fall into the reservoir below...

And get a card for being out of the arena.

Post #6

((by clipping, it's taken the edge of her shoulder off. No, I am not having my character lose a limb. It hurts like a b***h, but can still function.

Also, I seem to be the only one taking the hits. Usually in a battle, even most won't go even slightly unscathed. Keep in mind, love. Now, I could be the one that goes dodging everything since she does have those capability reflexes, but I'm trying to be fair.))

She's a 700 year old demon, of course she had more energy. If she was worn out this quickly, it'd be unfathomable by demon kind.

Of course, his mind should be starting to wear out, tearing each part off peice by peice, she was positive Jedi's minds didn't have exchangable batteries.

She was feeling physically tired, yes, but that wouldn't stop her. Kitsune had resolve, which, being the underdog, would push her even more.

Chronos would NOT be going back to the Makai.

Presuming he'd made the tiles fall, it had caused her to lose her footing, as she quickly grabbed onto the supports holding up the metal tiles, using a pull of her arm to swing her back up, towards Peppa.

"SHIRUBA-TENSAI!" she yelled again, as it formed in her hand, and she threw it with her right arm to his left, throwing it straight, with a snap of her wrist to make it spin.

By throwing it straight, it would roll into the floor, aiming for his left shoulder. She could have thrown it down the middle, which would have been harder to dodge, but she had another plan.

((Yay, physics time again!!))

If he dodged the first to the side or up, he would have to face it reeling back, which would give a nearly escapable attack from the back. With his force attentive on the tiles he'd pulled away, no Jedi could divert that quickly. Either way, it would at least scar him.

((I'm serious. Go throw a hula-hoop on a solid surface with it straight up, and snap your wrist. After it goes a little distance, the friction makes it roll back, feuling it's physical force.))

But, separated from her ring, Kitsune darted off to his right, reaching her injured right hand out. Which was more harmless, her hand or her ringblade?

She swiftly passed him, tapping a hand on his right shoulder.

Nothing more, only a tap.

Why?

Oh, Matthew would know.

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I would take some damage if I had reason too, gettign clipped is small show damage. I'm not going to argue with you why by sayign "getting clipped" is modding a opponents post and will just accept "getting clipped" as a action to describe how you had moved around to get only get clipped by my weapon as a feesable answer. You have done only two attacks, one was a sweep and the other was easily blocked by something already in play <3

I love you too <3

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Peppa shrugged as the woman ammazingly had the dexterity to jump off a pole ontot he platform. Somethign Peppa wasn't going to be able to do without the force any day. He shrugged this off as a coincedence tho', whatever the girl wanted.

She would throw the spinning weapon of doom straight. He may have been previously concentrated on a tile but with the larg emaount of time it takes to jump onto a bridge, summon a giant ring, and throw it he could turn to the women and concentrate as well. He wasn't a Deet de dee.

So the weaponw as thrown to Peppa's left straight up and down towars him. He would simple take a side step to the right. The blade would hit the ground then spin back at her. Having in no way a possible way to touch him when it came back. If it had, it would have magically changed it's angle or you would have been lieng. It requires a straight up edge to do the rebound so thus dodging it was a boring experience.

So the lady had ran up to him. In fac tto his right on the very small surface. As she came to him straight head one seeing how the catwalk had little space, Peppa would hold his lightsabre forward.

Left=Free space/blade Middle=blade/free space right=Peppa.

Now what possesed this woman to think that just because a blade was being thrown him he wouldn't see his opponent run straight in front of him was beyond him. He would simply turn on his lightsabre while pinting it to the women while she ran at him. The "swift pass" would be in interaction 5 feet before she'd be in arms distance to tap his shoulder.

If she did a flip before the sabre hit him, it was safe to say he would have moved accordingly. If she were to move to her own right she would meet her own disc. Running straight on at Peppa in no means would allow a tap.

Also it's modding to say he was still tapped.

Kitsune Konnou Wrote:

((She's moving you your right, if the ring's going to your left. I'm really tired, and in too bad a mood to keep going for now, I'll respond to this all tommorrow.))

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Exactly

If it's going to my left

And I dodge to my right

and You're going to my right

My new position that was in th emiddle would be the right

You would be moving to my old position which was to the right

To go any more right than my rights would be off the catwalk.

So thus you run straight towards me.

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It's on her call seeing how I have already called you.

No sense in me calling you then going "Naw let's continue!"

I'll be fair tho' and leave it up to her ^_^

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Kitsune Konnou Wrote:

Post #6

((by clipping, it's taken the edge of her shoulder off. No, I am not having my character lose a limb. It hurts like a b***h, but can still function.

Also, I seem to be the only one taking the hits. Usually in a battle, even most won't go even slightly unscathed. Keep in mind, love. Now, I could be the one that goes dodging everything since she does have those capability reflexes, but I'm trying to be fair.))

She's a 700 year old demon, of course she had more energy. If she was worn out this quickly, it'd be unfathomable by demon kind.

Of course, his mind should be starting to wear out, tearing each part off peice by peice, she was positive Jedi's minds didn't have exchangable batteries.

She was feeling physically tired, yes, but that wouldn't stop her. Kitsune had resolve, which, being the underdog, would push her even more.

Chronos would NOT be going back to the Makai.

Presuming he'd made the tiles fall, it had caused her to lose her footing, as she quickly grabbed onto the supports holding up the metal tiles, using a pull of her arm to swing her back up, towards Peppa.

"SHIRUBA-TENSAI!" she yelled again, as it formed in her hand, and she threw it with her right arm to his left, throwing it straight, with a snap of her wrist to make it spin.

By throwing it straight, it would roll into the floor, aiming for his left shoulder. She could have thrown it down the middle, which would have been harder to dodge, but she had another plan.

((Yay, physics time again!!))

If he dodged the first to the side or up, he would have to face it reeling back, which would give a nearly escapable attack from the back. With his force attentive on the tiles he'd pulled away, no Jedi could divert that quickly. Either way, it would at least scar him.

((I'm serious. Go throw a hula-hoop on a solid surface with it straight up, and snap your wrist. After it goes a little distance, the friction makes it roll back, feuling it's physical force.))

But, separated from her ring, Kitsune darted off to his right, reaching her injured right hand out. Which was more harmless, her hand or her ringblade?

She swiftly passed him, tapping a hand on his right shoulder.

Nothing more, only a tap.

Why?

Oh, Matthew would know. (( I'm no judge, but Peppa said the effects of the attack and you couldn't avoid meaning you loose a limb regardless. As far as you takin' hits that's because he's the one doing most of the attacking and most of your attacks are getting stopped before they can do anything.))

((o.O...What'd I miss? x_x

I'm no judge, and I feel a little uneasy about looking through all of this right now. I'd go with Peppa and let a judge decide. I hate starting arguments among other contestants, especially when many of them are friends and allies. In order to prevent some sort of "gang up" mentality of people getting on eachother's cases, whether any of it be personal or not, I'd rather have a judge call a ruling. That's what they're here for, anyway. We want to get this moving along.

And now, back to RPing.))

Matthew wasn't sure what could happen next with all that was going on. This fight seemed much longer than the one Umbriel had against Sieg. However, he was unsure whether or not it would end as peacefully betwen combatants as it did between Umbriel and Sieg. As much as Matthew wanted to maintain the honorable atmosphere, Kitsune was from Makai, and the Jedi did not seem to be of the Order. As such, the usual tensions of battle were sadly unavoidable.

He could feel a familiar presence somewhere off in the distance as he sat on the sidelines, though. Some familiar feeling from the past. This would be no surprise to him. Kichiro was one from his past, and he somewhat remembered Peppa from his days back in the city of Auria. In the back of his mind, he wondered how that far-off city was faring...

After awhile of watching the fight between Peppa and the female Lenne would turn and begin to move through the gathering of spectators, she had somewhere else to be..Somewhere more important, she had to see her sister. She would cut her way through them with little to no problems, suddenly the figure of Lenne would vanish as she emerged from the back of the crowd.

Round over?

Peppa woudl remark, rather suprised. Perhaps there were some fouls of some sort. The Jedi would simply shrug that thought off while turning off his lightsabre. Slipping it away safely in his right pocket he would then perform yet another bow to the lady, keeping his eyes off his opponent. He didn't care of that, they were in the HoH.

Miss, if by chance I win, is there any way I can help you'r son? Anything really. I had to fight for my team, my sympathy wasn't going to cost my friends dreams. I apologise sincereily for this.

Compassion.

Standing up, the soft eyed Jedi would look over to her. It was true that the man had no order, no real system he had to follow with consequences. He didn't need them, he was a true good heart in the end. Earlier it was speculated that Peppa would be leaning to the dark side, true he did have his emotions yet much like Mace Windu-he still was a saintly spirit.

His humanicity showed through his emotions and mistakes. He was no immortal despite how close to the light side he became. It seemed that he would never become the Jedi he should be yet he was content with that. As long as he could help out a grandma walk across the street every now and than, he was happy.

The lady had been walking this whole time so thus healing her seemed pointless to ask. He suspected she already had a healing dance, yet he had to simply ask it. He wasn't going to simply beat up a mother with a precious cause than walk away.

Yet he had to get off the stage.

I know you can walk, if you want I can take care of them wounds off the arena. I have to make room for my friend Kichiro.

Turning around, the Jedi would look at the catwalk maze. No longer wishing to use much more of his powers, having showed and done too much as it is, he would simply walk off the catwalks. 'Fore making a small hop off the catwalks onto a free space of grass. It wasn't that he was tired, it was he just after a point didn't like the use of powers all too much. Hypocritical, he knew.

Standing against a tree, he could see the looks of dissapointment on the crowd. Yet they still were taking pictures of him. It seemed odd, perhaps it was because of who he was. The Jedi of Gaia. Not too many of those around, y'know?

Looking over for Sieg, he would give a wave and a smile. He'd done better this year he supposed.

Suppose anythign would be better than last year.

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Accepted ofcourse ^_^ <3

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Peppa would sigh, he hadn't meant to use any force enegry. He would have preferred a physical approach to this match yet he saw a large flaw. It was her ears. When she ran away from him he couldn't just chase after her, he figured he'd just keep up the offensive. Yet it wasn't that which had upset him the most.

It was that she simply ignored him.

He felt pretty bad, he felt as if he should concentrate on other thngs. Looking around through the crowd he would search through the force. Feeling their souls to recognise them the quickest. It was mere nanosecond before he had realise who was in the area.

Tru.

Peppa would immediatly stand up with his mouth open. THe usual 'Uhh?!' noise and looks a anime would have had this been it. 'Cept this was real and he was seriously shocked. Immediatly Peppa would look in the direction he felt her soul. Hoping that she was still there.

Was he hallucanating? Did he still think about her? Despite her having done so many things to him. Yet he nothing to her. Why was he such a forgiving soul, couldn't he just hate her existence like most people?

No, it was not him.

Peppa's compassion and thoughtfulness was what made Tru ache for him still. She pushed off the tree, straightening and about to leave after she heard the words exchanged between Peppa and the kitsune.

She went to give her back to him when she felt him hone in on her. "Damnit.." She cursed under her breath. Her intentions were to come and make sure things had gone well for him, not to stir any emotions while his team fought.

From afar she could see the look of shock on his face. They'd not seen each other since the zombification had happened to them both, and deep down she knew things were forever different between the two. She wondered if he felt the changes in her body, a new person, so to say. After her death she returned with some gifts that she could only assume she'd gotten from Demitros and what he did.

Lifting her blue eyes, she looked at Peppa and smiled. She brought her hand up and gave him a peace sign before turning and heading into the woods only two feet behind her.

Across the catwalk Kichiro strode, acknowledging his oppenant with a nod of his head and a twinkle in his eye.

"I've yet to see your swordsmanship first hand, let this be a mighty first hand at that."

As Kichiro strode, his right hand and left crossed down over his chest to his hips. His right hand enclosed over a hilt of a blade which lay at his left hip, a coldsteel wakazashi. His left wrapped around an upside down katana blade's hilt. Three feet was the katana, one and a half was the wakazashi.

And as Kichiro strode forth, his steps loosened and became more fluid. Aye, the man became the fighter and the fighter into the swordsman. Ne'er longer was he the Kichi' on the sidelines. On the balls of his feet he moved in a shuffle step, with left being behind the right.

"Prepare yourself!"

As Kichiro would come into melee range, four foot when speaking with swords typically, his left foot would drop back into a slant so his right side was forward. His right and left hands would pull up simultaneously on the hilts, with the wakazashi forward and coming up in a reverse grip against his forearm. The hilt itself would be before his left shoulder and up to gaurd his chest with a little over three quarters of a foot of the blade coming out from his elbow.

The katana which's hilt was on the right side would come in a snap slash from the sheath, taking the momentum of movement and transferring it to the blade. It would pass at the inside of Mathew's left knee and come to Kichiro's own left hip with the blade ending the slash pointing at Mathew's right thigh.

The sudden burst of movement would leave Kichiro's overcoat flying backwards from release of force, and it would leave Kichiro looking an entirely different sort by the end of it.

1/17

Matthew a.k.a. Shinimusha Wrote:

As Kichiro came forward with the shuffle step, Matthew readied himself, moving his left leg back a bit and bending it slightly so that it would build potential energy for a dash. His left hand grasped the hilt of Tenkashiwa, the sword with the white tsukagashira, in a reverse grip. He kept his right hand in front of him, open handed, almost as if he was going to use it to defend himself. The crowd would think he was insane for not drawing his sword in the first place.

But Matthew wasn't insane. Just before Kichiro came within the four-foot melee range, Matthew sprung forth as well. This would cause the gap to close quicker as they both hit the four foot range.

As Kichiro was drawing his katana forth for the strike that was intended for Matthew's left leg, which would still be a target by the time it was executed, Matthew would put his right hand forward to block Kichiro's left arm at the wrist with his right, turning his hips slightly into it to counter the force. Intercepting the attack here would keep Kichiro's arms crossed just enough so that the wakizashi being drawn as the katana slashed would not be able to be moved forward for an attack, or else it would cost Kichiro his arm....

Except that the katana hand was underneath, and the wakazashi arm was over. Aslo, Kichiro wasn't blind to see the dash coming, and would react at the moment Mathew moved. Considering Kichiro came out with a right slanted stance, that meant the blade was still coming up as Matthew attempted to block the further back hand. That meant they'd be in really close, because he'd have to reach in to a hand, before the blade withdrew, that was already further back from Mathew.

Kichiro was still meaning to bring his wakazashi up forward, and it did. Though it'd have a tough time going into reverse with Mathew's chest in the way, but it'd still go rotating in his right hand in that direction. In fact, the coldsteel blade wouldn't even notice there was something in the way. In order to reach for Kichiro's left wrist, he'd have to go across Kichiro's body with his arm as said before. That meant that they had less than a foot between them.

With that wakazashi blade cutting Mathew right open at the chest as it rotated into the reverse hold, where he rotated into and Kichiro really hadn't meant to be an attacking motion in the first place but it worked. The liquid silver nitrate channel hidden on it would eat through any armor that happened to be there.

That meant Mathew would be withdrawing his blade for the hilt punch underneath the wakazashi now stuck in him.

Matthew a.k.a. Shinimusha Wrote:

...The blade itself wasn't the problem, though, as the white tsukagashira (hilt end) of the sword was heading straight for Kichiro's nose from the underside in a quick and powerful thrust.

Since this was done as the interrupting block was executed, it would be easier for him to reach Kichiro's nose faster since the wakizashi was being drawn up to his chest.

If Mathew still happened to get the jab in, then it would happen with Kichiro rotating his own hips with a counter force and pressing back with the now reversly held blade, sticking into Mathew's chest while headbutting the hilt of the jabbing sword back down to the sheath. With Kichiro's left foot back and anchored to keep his body balanced, and Mathew rotating into a coldsteel blade, he'd take the damage to the head with a bit of a ring while likely cutting Mathew right open with a lot more force into that reverse blade.

If Matthew wanted to remain in one piece, he'd likely move back and off of Kichiro's left arm. That'd cause the snapping slash of the katana to come out with the same momentum momentarily delayed with Mathew's right hand.

So as Matthew went back from being slashed in the chest, his left leg would be far more in range at the kneee of the katana blade and be either sliced off or highly damaged. Along with Mathew's right leg as it was now inside the arch of coming back to Kichiro's left hip.

"Damn... that was a new one."

Kichiro would shake off the headbutt to the hilt, seeing double for a moment but keeping his blades in position.

2/17

Hearing Peppa gave Tru pause. Letting her head hang forward, she felt the soft pieces of her white hair brushing against her cheek. She still loved Peppa, and she believed it'd never go away, even if she was with Valgarv now and him with Josie.

She hated to see him sad, but she could feel it. She slid her hands down her jacket, thinking quietly to herself before she turned and walked back towards him.

The back of him was just barely visible behind the tree. She walked over and knelt next to him, sitting down on her knees. There were no words, she wasn't sure what to say just yet, but she knew she had things that she felt the need to say.

Her blue orbs drifted towards the current battle between Matthew and Kichiro. That was when she realized she knew Matthew. She knew him before he came to Auria. The thought of how many friends she'd gathered over the years made her smile.

"It's a small world...ya know?"

"Mhm." Tru looked at Peppa, taking note of the new scars. She bit the corner of her lip and brought a hand to his, squeezing it gently. "Let's not do this, Peppa, please. My heart is split in two, not by you, but myself. I should have come to you before I let things get out of control with the change. I'm sorry."

She sighed softly, wishing they didn't have to be put in this position. "But I guess it wasn't really a marriage between us anyway." Smiling softly, she turned her gaze away from his. "Rumor has it that you and Josie were never divorced...funny that.."

Standing slowly, she let her hand slip from his. "I've been experiencing some changes since Demitros helped rid the demon. It was small things. When I died and returned they were even more noticeable. Like those scars.." She pointed to him. "I could probably heal most of them or any other wounds."

"I feel this is my entire fault, so don't blame yourself."

Tru frowned at his next words. It was obvious Peppa was taking what she said out of context. "Peppa, I'm not saying that our marriage was bad. It was the best year of my life. Please, don't take what I said wrong. I meant it more of a quip then anything."

"As for what happened with you and Josie...I'm not sure. I'm just telling you what I've been told. You know how rumors circulate in Auria. No telling what people are saying about us and this whole mess."

Shoving her hands into her jacket pockets, she frowned. "I wasn't saying I'd heal you. I was just telling you what's happening to me."

Tru shrugged, scrunching her lips together and raising her eyebrows as she did. "If you want to."

"Yes...it's funny, sometimes. I don't find much humor in this mess. I wish I could rewind the whole thing. We could put things to the way they were." She sighed, crossing her arms.

"Anyway, aside from coming here to make sure your fight was going well, I wanted to tell you know that I'm leaving for a while. With what has happened I want to get away from the things I've done and created. I wanted you to know that the kids are at the tree with Demitros. I haven't seen Demitros since Legion was here, but I'm sure you'll figure out how to get to Machilles and Rydia."

Her hand came down and slid gently over his hair. It was an innocent touch, one she couldn't resist. It'd be the last time she'd feel close to him. Smiling softly, she stepped away. "I do wish you nothing but happiness. I always have. I know Josie will treat you well. Probably better then I ever did."

Tru stood and felt Peppa's arms wrap around her. She stepped into his embrace and laced her arms around his neck, holding him tightly. She was reluctant to let him go. She kissed his cheek softly and whispered into his ear. "I'm sorry for all this, Peppa. I find it hard to leave you, but it's for the best.. Call on me if you ever need me and I'll be here."

She forced a smiled and took a step away from him as he let her go. "Take care of the children for me." But she knew he would. He was a good man. She turned away from him and headed back into the woods.

Matthew a.k.a. Shinimusha Wrote:

The jab heading for Kichiro's head, however, was a bit more tricky than that.

Matthew would need only a little more than a foot between them to block the left wrist. As mentioned earlier, Kichiro's right side was his forward. That meant the hilt of the sword being drawn with his left hand was at the right side. Matthew's right arm wou'd not have to extend a little more then a foot to stop the sword at the wrist instead of less than. This was especially so since Kichiro reacted to Matthew's dash, which had the blade a bit further out than Matthew would have suspected.

With Kichiro's right side being forward, the right arm holding the wakizashi was not in the best position for the attacking angle it was coming from.

It was never meant to be an attack, Matthew came right into it.

Kichiro Oda Wrote:

Kichiro was still meaning to bring his wakazashi up forward, and it did. Though it'd have a tough time going into reverse with Mathew's chest in the way, but it'd still go rotating in his right hand in that direction. In fact, the coldsteel blade wouldn't even notice there was something in the way.

Matthew a.k.a. Shinimusha Wrote:

Since there would be just a little more than a foot between them, Kichiro's right arm and wrist would have to bend at quite an odd angle to bring the blade around for a strike to Matthew's chest. However, this was assuming the blade was coming in from the right's of Matthew's chest.

That was where Matthew's draw had come in.

By the way Matthew drew his blade for the strike to the head, a wakizashi "strike" (since it was just being put into reverse) coming from Matthew's right would be blocked around the wrist or forearm with the underside of the blade, since the length of his right arm would be too long for a normal draw, and to bend it closer in order to get in the strike would be too stiff and require wrist movement to use as an attack, which would not go in a far enough arc unless his wrist could twist further than normal. The curve of the blade would move along the top of the forearm or wrist so that hopefully the handle strike would connect.

Kichiro Oda Wrote:

With that wakazashi blade cutting Mathew right open at the chest as it rotated into the reverse hold, where he rotated into and Kichiro really hadn't meant to be an attacking motion in the first place but it worked.

Coming from Matthew's right, it would be rotating into a reverse hold. It came out from the sheathe, rotating in Kichiro's wrist as to come to his forearm. With Matthew's strike coming out at Kichiro's nose, his own wakazashi blade would be at a slanted angle out from his sheath to Kichiro's head.

The rotating blade would not slash Mathew's chest, it would become stuck in it as the tip was drove inwards in between his blade and his chest. It was a thrust with a coldsteel blade that wasn't intendeded to be a thrust, but Mattew's rotation into it would cause it to be so.

Kichiro Oda Wrote:

...it would happen with Kichiro rotating his own hips with a counter force and pressing back with the now reversly held blade, sticking into Mathew's chest while headbutting the hilt of the jabbing sword back down to the sheath.

Matthew a.k.a. Shinimusha Wrote:

Thus, if Matthew did manage to get the jab in, the force combined with how Kichiro's head would be moving forward with the headbutt would cause it to make contact with the bridge of the nose instead of the underside, which was originally targeted. The force coming from both sides against such a target would result in a pretty devastating nose break, depending upon whether or not Kichiro still went forward with the headbutt, or if the strike even reached his head at all. The force being exerted on his wakizashi arm would go with the curve of his blade just enough for the sword to pass over, as mentioned earlier.

It was a headbutt, and last time we checked, headbutts were done with the forehead and not the nose. Kichiro saw well enough that there wasn't enough room for Matthew to get in any proper strike with that wakazashi, so he reacted on instinct to put his blade back from between them. That headbutt meant Kichiro's head tilted downwards, so it never came to his nose. Instead, it came to the full weight of his body punching the blade back to where it came from with Kichiro's forehead.

Kichiro Oda Wrote:

That meant Mathew would be withdrawing his blade for the hilt punch underneath the wakazashi now stuck in him.

Matthew a.k.a. Shinimusha Wrote:

Not quite.

Matthew was shorter than Kichiro, and since he was aiming for the nose, he would be pulling his sword up higher. Kichiro's arm, in order to have the wakizashi coming for Matthew's chest, would have to be lower than the one Matthew was using. Otherwise, their actions would simply result in Matthew's left-handed hilt strike and Kichiro's right arm clashing with eachother, leaving them temporarily deadlocked.

Except that the wakazashi was rotating around Matthew's left-handed hilt strike and being thrusted into Matthew's chest at the end of a dash, not to be met in any sort of deadlock. In fact, with Kichiro's wakazashi inbetween his own wooden sword and his chest, it would be difficult to be still holding onto that blade and backing up. Not to mention, the excrusiating pain of having a coldsteel blade thrusted into you. There was also that liquid silver that was meant to burn through armor, possibly burning through worse and more vital tihngs inside.

Matthew a.k.a. Shinimusha Wrote:

But whether his attack made contact or they were simply deadlocked, Matthew would swiftly shuffle his right foot back at the moment their strength locked together, or the moment the strike would stun Kichiro, whichever actually happened. Matthew would then push off, breaking the lock and releasing the force. Matthew would bring his left leg back as he pushed off, and using the strength of their impact, the speed would make it such so that the released force of Kichiro's katana would cause it to cut into Matthew's left thigh, leaving a gash about three quarters of an inch thick that would bleed quite visibly. The blade would also cut the fabric of his right thigh, causing a small scratch that would bleed as well. The outward-moving force of the wakizashi, however, would simply scratch against the underside of his drawn blade...yet oddly without causing any sparks to fly.

With Kichiro's own blade being between his chest and wooden sword, Matthew would have to either have had his own blade shot back down to the sheathe, or pulled it over the wakazashi sticking into his chest. If Matthew went with the latter, more of the blade would drive into his chest cavity with Kichiro rotating back into the man. Also, with it being in the reverse hold, it'd give Kichiro more power to s**t into Matthew's chest during the rotation.

However, it is easy to assume he just let the blade get hit back down after getting stuck in the chest so could back up quite freely.

Matthew a.k.a. Shinimusha Wrote:

Suffice to say, the push off would break the momentum of both their dashes, giving Matthew enough time...

Kichiro Oda Wrote:

On the balls of his feet he moved in a shuffle step, with left being behind the right.

Kichiro had never dashed, and was still moving off the fluid step he had been in before. He'd still be seeing double from punching a hilt jab with his forehead, but that wouldn't stop him from persuing his oppenant. As said before, when Kichiro expected Matthew to back up, Kichiro would advance.

Kichiro had been a shinobi, they fight in pitch black.

What have they need for vision?

The sound of breathing, the vibrations, the smell, all of it painted a picture clearer in Kichiro's mind then eyesight could ever give. That also meant his reaction time would speed up, adrenaline from sudden burst of pain and close encounter of blades, the mind not relying on interpreting all the background information that eyesight typically gave, and the instincts of fighting with such weapons for such a long time coming into mainstream actions.

Kichiro shuffled foward, not waiting for his oppenant to withdraw his blade. He carried the momentum of his katana's slash back at Mathew's right knee, with his wakazashi coming forward with Kichiro's elbow. The blade extended from Kichiro's elbow would make to strike Matthew's left shoulder.

With blade coming in low and high, Kichiro's chest and abdomen was wide open...

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Matthew a.k.a. Shinimusha Wrote:

This still didn't account for Kichiro's right side being pointed forward. As such, Matthew was not very close for the blade to stab into his body that much. Added to that, the cross between his bokken and Kichiro's right arm, be it over or under, would still provide enough grounds to push off against. As such, rather than receeding the blade, the force of his strike would match Kichiro's headbutt. Matthew may have been human, but even to a Chimagin, he was far from weak. Especially with such a direct strike using a metal hilt end. Not to mention that the hip motion used for the strike was with his left, and with part of his bokken pushing against Kichiro's arm, he would be able to pull himself out of the stab.

Suffice to say, the temporary stun that would be caused by the headbutt strike would allow Matthew enough time to back up and prepare himself by drawing his sword fully to the stance previously stated. In order for Kichiro's senses to still be completely functional after ramming his head into an attack designed for the head, Kichiro would have had to not put that much power into the headbutt.

Still, Matthew would be there, standing as Kichiro went forward for his next attack, havig sustained a gash to his left thigh, a smaller cut to his right, and a stab to the right side of his chest. Silver nitrate was a powerful anti-regeneration agent, but that was not because it could be use to cauterize wounds in some forms. If Matthew had been undead or some form of creature allergic to silver, it would really be bad for him. Although, Silver nitrate, however, was toxic. Ingesting at least 2 grams of it could be fatal, even for a human.

Aside from that, The amount would have to be too little, for in order to put more into him from a small stab would need too much running along the blade channel for it to actually stay upon the blade. In short, the wound would sting badly and bleed for now, but he would be able to recover after the battle was over. If enough of the nitrate from the wound got into his bloodstream too fast, he'd be feeling sick after the battle. It would have been much sooner had Matthew been a normal human.

Matthew knew that a weapon such as this would be pretty effective against specific supernatural beings, though. It seemed as if Kichiro was living up to what Matthew heard of him, as a protector of humans against dark forces. Much like Matthew himself.

((For the sake of simplicity, I'm having this be the result of the attacks, and the basic understood premises for my next action. Hopefully we can leave it at that so that we can get this going faster x_X))

Matthew would wait for Kichiro's attack to come in. He had tried moving into his attack before to make his move, and it was to no avail. This time, he'd try what he should have done originally.

Move with the flow of attack.

He had seen this before. Kichiro was setting him up. It was common for martial artists to bait opponents with easy openings, like the one Kichiro would have. Of course, the only thing that would really be open was Kichiro's abdomen. Kichiro would have to slash lower in order to reach Matthew's shoulder since he was shorter, so Kichiro's chest was secure.

But Matthew wouldn't go for a frontal attack this time.

As Kichiro went in, Matthew would step out of his line of attack. That would mean he would shift to the left with his left leg and back out to the side with his right, which would bring his right leg out of the line of Kichiro's knee-cutting left handed katana slash.

And like any good and trained fighter, Kichiro would shift his hips to square away and follow Matthew in step. He'd been fluid and loose with the shuffle step, instead of charging or dashing for a reason. Kichiro's left foot would slide left and his hips would move clockwise while shoulders moved counter clockwise for counter balance and strength behind the wakazashi. That meant his katana blade would follow Matthew's knees, towards the right one with even less room to dodge, with the guy getting even more in range to the three foot blade. Sure, there wasn't a lot of force behind the one handed slash with shoulders going the wrong way, but mythril was sharp enough not to need a lot of force.

Kichiro merely continued the momentum of the previous slash, keeping his arm from tiring out. Though his head was ringing from the headbutt, and he couldn't be too sure about where Matthew's legs had gone. It was more of a...

"Hey, the legs aren't where they are supposed to be, but I feel something against my sword... that way!"

kinda manuever. His head was screaming with directions, but only instinct being listened too.

Matthew a.k.a. Shinimusha Wrote:

At the same time, he'd bring the bokken under the incoming wakizashi slash, with his left hand under the "blunt" edge of the bokken, pushing up on it slightly on impact before bringing his left hand back down swiftly. Matthew would turn the bokken upward with his right hand as it went under and along the wakizashi so that it would move over his shoulder and his head, cutting a lock of his hair as it passed by. He'd use the turning motion of his right hand and the curve of the bokken to have the wakizashi glide along the curve and into a parry, as Matthew would move to Kichiro's right side, clear of the attack.

Kichiro's wakazashi was held reversely, meaning it had Kichiro's forearm right against it. It also had some blood dripping off its tip from where it had stuck into Matthew.

Blood dripped off that tip onto Matthew as their blades clashed, with Kichiro pulling his right hand down and in against it. With his forearm and the strength of rotation in his body, he'd press that bokken right into Matthew's face if he could, drawing the blade curviture against curviture downwards. Since they were squared off in seconds, it wasn't like Kichiro was simply going to let go of his sword and have it go flying over Matthew's head.

It was the half foot part of the blade going to slash into Matthew's shoulder anyway, so the most of it had Kichiro's entire body behind it. And Mathew would have had to move his right hand pretty far to get it blocking his left shoulder.

With the bokken being controlled by two hands though, Matthew would be able to keep that wakazashi from going into his shoulder. More importantly, the rest of the blade from following suit into his upper chest and possibly neck.

Matthew a.k.a. Shinimusha Wrote:

As that happened, the left hand which dropped down to his left side would grasp the second sword, the one with the black tsukagashira, pushing the sheathed sword a bit further behind his hip as the wakizashi would glide along the parrying bokken.

Well, since that happened during the attempted parry, that meant Matthew would suddenly not have both hands on that bokken and holding Kichiro's blade back. Considering it was going against Kichiro's forearm with the slashing part being only 1/3 of the blade length, the rest of it would slide right off the bokken towards Matthew.

Kichiro's right hand would suddenly have a burst of movement as the strength deadlocking it was halved, bringing the hilt and Kichiro's fist around it into the dead middle of Matthew's face with the blade rotating on Matthew's bokken like a teeter totter on a pivot. Right about the nose. The blade itself would come dangerously close into the right on Matthew's cheek, likely drawing some more blood as the blade went by on the bokken blocking the left shoulder.

Why the middle of Matthew's nose?

Kichiro's head was still ringing of course! He wasn't going to aim for the side of Matthew's face when he might be seeing some blurred double image. The middle was the safest spot, and it was the easiest to get too with Kichiro's vantage point.

Matthew a.k.a. Shinimusha Wrote:

Once the parry was done and Matthew was clear, he'd pull on the blade with an underhanded draw, with a finely-crafted blade flying from it's sheath. This sword was real, and it was heading for a strike to Kichiro's back to the right side as he passed by with the parry.

Well, Matthew hadn't had a clear and easy parry by any sorts. His face was nearly sliced in two, but if he went with the underhanded draw anyways, the following would happen.

Kichiro's katana would finish off what strength Matthew had in those legs of his, because the Chimagin had simply not let Matthew walk by him. The shuffle step was intended to change mid-direction, used by Frence Fencers and learned at Lu Bu from Sieg, so Kichiro had moved to face him.

Matthew would be attempting to press back against a blade while the katana in motion came at his knees. With katana going right and wakazashi going left, acting as counter balances to keep Kichiro centered.

Also, that underhanded draw would not be able to get to Kichiro's back with the Chimagin rotating to square off again. The best it'd do is strike the right of Kichiro's abdomen with a loud...

KACCHING!!

Because it impacted with shaolin darts dragonscalled along Kichiro's chest and front. They were more weapons, but they also acted as hidden armor blended with Kichiro's black clothing.

Matthew a.k.a. Shinimusha Wrote:

The slash to Kichiro's side would go in from the back and out the side of his abdomen. It would not be enough to be fatal, but it would probably draw enough blood from the strike to splatter against the side of Matthew's face. That was not to say blood wasn't already leaking against Matthew's yukata in the strike to his left leg and chest. As such, Kichiro's wound would probably not be enough to keep him from continuing either. The battle seemed to be quite a violent one thus far...

...and the best battle in his entire life.

The slash to Kichiro's side would leave a nice welt, and probably a bruise, but no blood was splattering.

Wait, what's that taste?

"Pteeewy! Yuck!"

Kichiro spit a bunch of blood at Matthew's face, as that was where he was looking. It'd risen from being jarred in the head so hard, and Kichiro's legs were going abit wobbly as the adrenaline from the initial impact had started to leave.

That mommentary wobbling in his legs, would show why the katana slash meant to follow Matthew's legs and take them off at the knees, would stop as it hit Matthew's right leg, for the force of bone against blade would require some strength that the headbutt was just now tapping away from.

"Sorry about this."

That meant his katana would be falling away, left hand already at the hip and free, grabbing something more hidden. A tanto hilt sticking out from behind his left hip, impossible to see against the overcoat. Kichiro's left hand gripped the hilt, blade tipped in vorpal, and shoved the blade into Matthew's gut as the man would likely be pulling away from the wakazashi pressed against his bokken and away from the katana's taking out his legs.

It was a damn good fight, for Kichiro to stick a man in the gut with what was equivalent to a knife.

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