HoH season 08. Source: valucre.net static Gaia dump.
BARTHAVOS PLATEAU
Taking place atop strange rock formations, up to 500 feet high, consisting out of white and yellow granite, stretching nearly vertical to any path leading from the northern part of the desert and forming a kind of labyrinth; one can only help but feel like this place looks familiar.
Terrain
General - Rough, rocky, and uneven footing provides a danger of slipping. The glaring sun burns down on the fighters in the area.
Weapons - Rocks.
Bonus Effects - None.
Jose-Luis appeared in some manner.
This manner was, of course, a nice jeep ride up, and he'd go to unload his carload of new gear for himself and his team grabbed a few minutes before at the desk. Seemed he was the first person up here, aside from a few random fans and whatnot.
Ho-hum, what a boring dreary existence.
He'd tilt his helmet to prevent the horrible glare from being in his eyes, grab the knife, and start tapping his fingernail against the tang.
Growing a bit bored, Jose-Luis would walk near a hand edge, unzip his pants, and start taking a leak over the side of the canyon, adding a waterfall to the area.
"Ahhh..."
Noticing that some random audience members appeared to be carrying diamond katanas, he blinked, a bit confused, and then re-holstered his man-cannon.
"What the s**t is this faggotry, eh?"
Zip.
Interested, he'd walk over and start chattering to the fans.
Half-way through the destination, Kuroha would find something of interest in the back seat of this Humvee jeep taking him across the sandy battleground. A pair of dark-green tinted sunglasses were on the dashboard in front of him, and no hesitation was in his movement to grab them. The driver, looking to be a middle-eastern kind of male, would quickly yell at Kuroha in his native language, whatever the hell it was...
"Shaboobidy-bibbidy BAWWWWWWWWW!!!!!"
Kurohas reply?
"Yeah yeah, they're very nice, thanks for the gift man."
A simple half-piece of a silver coin would be put on the center piece of teh hummer as they arrived, with the departing words of....
"By your family somethin' nice m'man..."
Oh yeah, this wasn't the man that had arrived in HoH before, he had changed somethin' fierce. Amazingly, however, his thought process was unhindered. This streak was just composed of a lazy attitude, nothing more.
After getting out of the Humvee, and hearing the curses of the Middle-Eastern man once more, Kuroha'd would find audience members wielding... what the... Diamond Katanas? What the ****** was that st man? Civilians with weapons were never meant to see the light of day. He'd then look up at a figure standing a bit close to the edge of the cliff, god knows what he was doing. A closer look revealed Jose-Luis, which eased the thought of his actions, seeing that he had taken a huge piss off the side. Well, up Kuroha would go then, on a cliff-side trail that lead up to the large rock structure. Lets hope the other guys didn't p***y out on this one...
"Yo dude, that bit of shiny metal over there is armor!"
Jose-Luis would wave an arm over at the bits of armor he'd picked up, and get back to staring at the Diamondkatanas.
"s**t, homes, this is made of glass, not diamond."
"What?"
"Totally glass, ese. You got played."
"Son of a b***h!"
Smirking a bit at his assessment, he'd wander back towards the general arena area, clearing bits of rock and whatnot out of the way to avoid any random mishaps. Also, making a pile of rocks would possibly be useful later.
When he arrived, he was greeted with the hot beating sun above, and the words of his fellow teammate.
"Armor? Thanks Man, I owe ya somethin' pretty when we get back..."
Kuroha would approach the wheel-barrow with all of the stuff he brought with him, and take out a pretty well made set of a samurai's armor. He'd continue...
"That lil' somethin' is gold in a bottle to you and me both my friend."
The armor -minus helm-, was made of a combination of thin japanese steel in the studded chestplate, mixed with lightweight ashwood for the back covering under the chestplate itself. The shoulder pads were made the same way, with each one weighing in just over 4lbs, and the chestplate about 12lbs. The greaves amd bracers were also created the same way, each bracer weighing in a 3lbs and the greaves 8 lbs. Now, the shinguards, however, were totally created out of japanese forged steel, so they weighed Kuroha down a bit more, weighing 16lbs in total. Minus the helms weight, that would equal out into a light 43lbs, plenty of manueverability available for the samurai. Now, to put the damn things on. He just wondered why it had to be red and silver, so cliche...
"Yo, homes, if the lights of satancock don't wanna show up, we might as well practice on each other. Fist ta fist - hopefully Chance'll show up an' we can have a battle royale."
The fans wanted a fight.
They would get one, regardless of the number of teams.
[ Cliffside ]
Chance made the long trek up the steep slopes as carefully as he could. His left arm was in a sling, covered in a mass of bandages and surgical tape.
Hazel hues immediately noted the large Cliffside. Then Kuroha. An evil grin surfaced, ear to ear. "THIS! IS! SPARTA!" His right leg rose to kick Kuroha off the ledge, but instead of a massively epic stomp into the ravine below, Chance lightly pushed him with his good arm. "Buh-bye now."
He'd survive. Probably. Chance peered down the ravine's wall, checking over his shoulder once. He watched Kuroha bounce and tumble down the side of the gorge.
Then he turned back to Jose, tuning out Kuroha's screams.
"Wanna go for some one on one?" He casually walked towards his other team mate, as if the previous event had not just taken place.
Kamui's misty like form floated over the plateau in time to see the other team already waiting his teams arrival along with a crowd of tournament fanatics waiting to see some blood spilled on the grounds of this particular fighting stage. As Kamui floated over head he had yet to see any of his own team on the battle grounds, making his way to the ground the mist began to turn solid a mere 30 ft from Chance and his compatriots. Kamui now fully solid witnessed as the three of them were waiting for the other team being himself, 001, the Hazard, and Miroshi.
Sliding his hands into his pockets, Kamui walked over to the crowd, then turned his back on them to face the other team, and sat down on the ground, bringing his knees to his chest while he watches the other team wordlessly. Kamui couldn't help but chuckle as he saw Chance kick Kisame down the side of thee plateau. Sliding his legs out, Kamui took his hands from his pockets, and rested his palms on the surface of the earth.
((Time for work will post after.))
Take careful aim now girl. Don't wanna miss... Careful, Careful... A little to the right... Not so far. NOW!
A small well rounded pebble flew through the air to bounce off the top of Kamui's head. Smirking, and pleased with herself, Adaya crossed her arms and waited for a reaction. Hopefully no testy security personnel came to haul her away for attacking a fighter. That would pretty well suck.
"PIIIISSSS!!!!!"
That would be the scream all the way down the Five foot ledge of the cliff, where Kuroha would land on his back with a heavy thud. Lucky he had on his chest plate, since its japanese style was all around like a cuirass. It still hurt though. He'd get up, dust himself off, and yell out...
"God Dammit Chance!"
What an a**...
Well, Kuroha would go up the trail, since hte ledge was too steep to climb up. Why exactly did the judges choose a cliff with such a wide, broad side? It'd take AT LEAST ten minutes to get back up there. Damn communists...
[ Mountain Top ]
A response was heralded from our young hero, given in turn for Kuroha's kind words. "Later." Dismissed.
The wind picked up, cutting violently through the gorge that Kuroha was so unluckily within. Chance and his compatriot Jose were above the murderous winds moving through the deep valley, enjoying a light wisp of such blowing through their hair.
With Kuroha's luck, he would be blown off into the canyon by the high winds, never to be seen.
Ever again.
Kamui couldn't help but laugh out loud as he heard the screams from the canyon that the other gentleman was so abruptly made to be apart of, but Kamui's laughing was cut short as the pebble from Adaya cut the distance between the two of them in half, Kamui feeling the pebble growing ever closer, brought his right hand up, only to snag the pebble out of the air without looking, only after the stone was caught did Kamui turn his head toward the trajectory of the stone to see that it was the girl from the parking ramp. Kamui thought it interesting to see the young female present at this bout, as it was clear that no one from the bloody pandas would be caught dead watching another fight they had nothing to gain in. Kamui interested by this fact, places his hands on the ground, applying a fair bit of pressure to the surface, Kamui hoists himself to a standing position, he then slightly dusts himself off with five quick slaps to his backside, then turns to face Adaya.
"Nice throw. Whatcha up too?"
Darn, silly thing had to go and ruin my fun...
A bit disappointed the the stone had not hit Kamui, Adaya made a little pouty face. Her arms were still crossed and she lowered her head a little, but she didn't hold the pose for long. She quickly looked back up and dropped her arms to her side as she wove her way through the crowd to the front of the rank by Kam.
"I was up to no good, but now that you've spoiled that."
She smiled and quickly hopped over the barricade separating crowd and fight, using her hands for balance. No flash of underwear this time though. The woman was wearing a pair of lowrise jeans with a few holes ripped strategically in them. To go along with she had pulled on a plain lime green tank top.
Her eyes seemed even greener than normal as she leaned back against the barricade. "How about yourself? What are you doing?"
Kamui continued to approach the guard rail, as he watched Adaya using her mad gymnastic skills through the crowd, hoping to see a little fan service, Kamui was a little disappointed when there was none to be found, but his disappointment was short lived as he now stared into her Emerald glares. Kamui's smile was more like a smirk, just enough to see his snow white fangs, making hiss way to the rail where she is now leaning. Placing his right hand on thee bill of his hat, Kamui removes it from his head, revealing his glowing blond hair, then tosses the hat into the crowd not really giving a s**t where it lands. Setting his now free hand on the rail, Kamui finally addresses her.
"Sorry that I didn't allow your little pebble to hit me in the head Adaya, was it?"
Kamui waiting slightly for her response, rocks on his back heels, while sliding both of his hands into the pockets of his pants.
"I am doing alright just waiting for the rest of my team to show up so we can get this debacle over with. Oh, sorry for not going back to the Crimson to have that drink, I had some stuff to take care of. Now tell me why you might be here my dear?"
Wait, Humvee? Jose-Luis would charge for it, waving his arms and screaming like a madman. That would be an epic ******** Striker to run someone over, then back over their body and park. He'd go around the crowd and finally watch the random Middle Eastern guy accidentally drive off of a cliff and explode.
"Well ********>
Since the other guy was playing grab-a** with some random girl who'd shown up, Jose-Luis would be mobbed by several Hispanic women with endowments in the rear end as he came into the crowd, being randomly groped and snogged as he waited for the other people to show up.
Appearing form a clearing whisk of dust. Unknown enters. He would be fairly more built then his last battle. His stance would be stern and proper/ Smiling slightly he would have on his thick tactical vest. His mind was clear and he was ready for his next battle. Faces he had seen in past lives would resurface when he set eyes on his opponent. Blood would be somewhat still there from his last battle. But nothing had changed. The only thing would be the sudden change in offensive choices. He would have two steel knuckle braces attached to his leg holster. He wouldn’t carry around much weapons, but this was his only exception. Grinning to some extent he would take his stand on his respective side. They were two men short. But nothing one team couldn’t handle. Perhaps last battle was to much for them.
“…So when is this suppose to begin ?! “
He would ask. Looking around he wouldn’t spot kam. No problem for him he would just proceed as he planned. He would watch all his angles. After all they had three strikers, the striker only having ten seconds to attack. If timed right he would defend and protect against them all. But that wouldn’t be his first choice or option.
His eyes would begin scanning about the opponents. Looking at the man that looked like a ****** monkey climbing around. He would say to himself ‘What the ******’. His interest would perk when he see’s this stupid man.
“….Interesting “
[ Cliffside ]
His hazel hues were torn from the landscape as he turned back to the matter at hand. There was yet another stranger present.
Chance's right index finger poked out, pointing to the newcomer. "Alright. You know what to do."
His left arm slid out of the sling. In passing he grabbed the crowbar out of the back of the jeep, gripping it tightly in his right hand, the curved prongs facing right.
[ Crowbar: Drawn - Right Hand ]
Looking over at this guy with hazel eyes he would grin. He wanted to fight him but his arm was in a sling. What the ********, would be fighting the Spanish guy or the other one. This was all confusing to him But he would just fold his arms in front of him. Grinning to some extent he would take in a deep breath, while he listened to that mans annoying voice.
He would think. All this bullshit in the tourney he got this loud mouth person. Smiling he would envision pictures of him smashing his face in. But perhaps he was jumping ahead of himself, just a little bit. Unfolding his hands at the end of the mans sentence he would smash them together, in annoyance. A purple flash of light escaping the crevices of such a movement. Cracking his neck from side to side. He would take in two more large breathes. Unknown would then star at chance. The once gray hues glowing a bright purple.
“….Please tell me I get your loud a** “
Unknown grins and smile lightly. His evil demeanor showing his thirst for blood. This Battle better start soon, and fighters better be said to unknown. Because as of the moment unknown would be slowly pacing towards chance. It would be like a predator picking out its prey. It was chosen. Extending his hand his index finger would point at chance.
“….You…I want you “
The smile still creased across his face.
[ Center Ring ]
Chance was still advancing with the crowbar. If Unknown hadn't already gotten the clue that Chance was coming for him, there were issues already. On cue with his opponent's 'want' statement, Chance spoke up.
"f*****t."
With a wince, his left arm slipped back into the sling.
With relative ease, Chance slid his grip on the crowbar to the very tip, making for the very best leverage possible. Though both men moved forward, Chance moved at a quicker pace.
At a distance of five feet, Chance let loose with a relatively quick (But not overly so) backswing, utilizing the crowbar as a weapon with the prongs coming in first.
[ 1 ]
[ Crowbar: Drawn - Right Hand ]
Unknown still on guard realizes that they will meet in the middle. But what the ******. He didn’t care much. The man would show his weakness, that ****** up arm of his. But still, he knew tons of guys that could fight with one arm. Smiling he unknown raises his fist very loosely.
So this Vato Wants to tussle eh?
He would think to himself. He would bring his shoulders in closer, and then hunch over in a natural boxers stance. His fist would be up right ready to perform a quick strike. But then would come that crowbar. Such a attack was seen before hand. The mans shifting of the crowbar, then the drawback of the object itself. Unknown sways back quickly. The crowbar whisking pass him.
“….You must be crazy !! “
He unknown says as he takes shuffle step backwards. Thinking about certain things , unknown knows he would need to think things through to disarm this foe. But even so it was his move.
1/17
[ Center Ring ]
Backpedaling? In an arena with loose dirt, rocks and uneven ground? Certainly not the best idea.
The crowbar sailed past his opponent's abdomen. Fortunately, the five pound hunk of metal was fairly well balanced.
At the end of his backswing, Chance's wrist would pivot and his hand would rise. Another strike, right to left with the prongs following. This time Unknown would have to deal with the idea of having his collarbone broken in.
"And you're scared."
Three feet of steel coupled with Chance's long reach? That meant that unless he dropped the bar, Unknown would never get close. Chance knew better than to over swing and leave himself open.
With his right leg leading, he continually moved forward.
[ 2 ]
[ Crowbar: Drawn - Right Hand ]
Smiling slightly he would give the man props. But with that thing and one arm. He wouldn’t touch him without a good striker. The crow bar would come back for another quick strike, but still such things could be followed by another boxing maneuver. I mean this was the life of a boxer, dodging things.
Tucking his shoulders in more, and his fist would move low. Following form the sway his body would duck down
Drive!!
He would scream to himself, as he would duck down. Then he would push off his left leg, followed by the right. Shuffling to his right, unknown would attemt to avoid the attack. The duck would incorporate a fast double step forward. It would be very fast and accurate, as he was about to let out a four hit combination. His reach was above normal due to training constantly. So if he executed it it would be rather dangerious.
“Lets do this “
He would yell as he came in on that second step. He would see what his opponent was going to. He was going to act on such a move, so things would be vital.
2/17
So many choices on what to use - crowbar? Knife? Machete? Rock in a sock? In the meantime, the all-Latina lesbian grindfest was in full session and Jose-Luis was a bit busy watching from in the middle of the crowd.
Going to the sudden CD player introduced by plot device, Jose-Luis would start playing Fuego to ******** with Chance's opponent.
Oh, I already see what it is
He thinks he's a gangsta
Mista CallaPark!
You think you gangsta cause you did time
Well listen here gangsta, don't cross the line
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
[ Center Ring ]
Cardinal rule of gravity. What does down, continues to go down. The crowbar was no rebellious classmate of Newton's lecture. It knew its s**t. And so it did what it was told. It went down. Instead of striking Unknown in the collarbone, the five pound steel rod was allowed to gain even more momentum as it traveled farther to reach the ducking opponent.
Given that Unknown had not blocked or parried, the bar moved unhindered. It met with the small of the man's back. A multitude of things could have gone wrong right there. Slipped disks and crushed vertebrae were no laughing matters.
Back to basics. For every action, there is a reaction. When Unknown ducked and moved forward, Chance's left knee went up with hopes to connect with facial tissue, better yet, a nose. Both men were moving in opposite directions. That meant that the knee had not only Chance's power, but also any kind of speed that Unknown had built up in his dash, which, as he said, was very fast.
And with that, Chance leapt backward on his previously planted right leg.
Finally, some blood.
[ 3 ]
[ Crowbar: Drawn - Right Hand ]
Were they starting?
AWWW, the cheaters started without him, thats cold...
Kuroha would just be coming around the bend of the trail, when he came upon the image of Chance, the crazed Russian, and an unknown warrior by the name of 001. He knew that, thanks to the Battle Arena profile records from awhile back, based on the picture of course. Anyways, enough talk of the BA, we're in HoH!!!!!
Kuroha would approach the battle area, and get within forty feet before a fan, who had a precarious piece of a glass DIAMOND KATANA(tm), pointed outwards.
"Duel?"
The stupid man would say, and Kuroha would simply brush by, knocking down the P.O.S item to teh rocky ground. It shattered upon impact, of course.
So, a good forty feet away from the battle was enough, right? Seemed like a good match so far. Some props for Chance, yes?
"Kick his a** Chance, gut the S.O.B!"
YaY for abbreviations!
The song would be continuing.
Beamers and impala's
Thugs and them ballers
Ain't nothing safe
When them things start (jiga jiga jiga jiga jiga)
Look man, keep thinking we shook man
Do 'em like - and cook man
You ain't ready for them things to (jiga jiga jiga jiga jiga)
Look chump, you really think you live?
Then we can take this thing outside
Pop the door, pop the trunk
And let them things (jiga jiga jiga jiga jiga)
You think you gangsta cause you did time
Well listen here gangsta, don't cross the line
Ten cuidado con el fuego (Fire)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
Ten cuidado con el fuego (Fire)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
sin brillando brillo
ma me guillo cual eh el bravo
socio no ronque
porque...vas a sentir el tolque
y yo que tu no digo na
y me voy sin pregunatar
porque lo tuyos lovan a sentir
His attention no longer on the Latina lesbians, Jose-Luis would draw his knife in his right hand, and then pick up a rock grab his crowbar and hold it in his left. Given the whole "in the crowd" thing, he'd move forward to better watch the fight, bringing up the FIGHTER to look at the time.
Kamui continued to wait for Adaya's response till he saw the movement out of his peripherals, Kamui pivoted on the ball of his right foot, letting it dig into the ground for a good bit of traction, then bringing his right hand up, Kamui looked at his own FIGHTER even as he was training his eyes to the wristband, Kamui couldn't help, but watch as their complete team now came into view. Kamui sighing to himself, dug his right foot even further into the ground so that he would be ready to pounce at the slightest movement from the other team. Kamui's watches as Kisame destroys one of the innocent bystanders harmless Diamond Katana(tm). His attention shifting from Kisame toward the other opponent witnesses the fighter pull out a little knife in what looked to be his left hand, but in his right Kamui found another goddamn crowbar these ******** things must grow on trees was the only thought in Kamui's head. Giving a slight shrug toward the situation, Kamui leaned against the guard rail with his back to Adaya, and watched the fight between 001 and Chance which should be interesting pending there won't be much interference.
Peripheral vision?
******** must have had eyes in the back of his head, since his back was to the crowd and Jose-Luis was at the edge of the crowd. Either way, he'd take a nice step to the side to continue his attempt to be behind the guy - if he was busy watching the angry Mexican with a crowbar and a combat knife, it meant he was not watching the angry armored samurai with a sword.
Real good choice here.
The side view of Krohas peropherals picked up the nearby team member of Sanghelios, all alone in the cold, crowded rock plains. How sad...
Kuroha, being of sound mind and not at all thinking of doing something, would simply and casually stroll backwards, keeping his head turned and giving a spin to keep himself. He'd inch his way over towards the mans left side, and with the ever Encroaching Jose-Luis on Kam's rear, he would not possibly be able to keep track of them both. Tee-Hee, schoolyard games were fun...
"Nikki reporting LIVE from the BARTHAVOS PLATEAU, where teams P'WNT and LIGHTS of SANGHELIOS are scheduled to be fighting one another!
The view of the canyon is amazing! But pales in comparison to the view we're bringing to you of these two teams as they beat each other SENSELESS and try not to be thrown from these DEADLY HEIGHTS!
In this stage, competitors are allowed to taste being closer to HEAVEN and FEAR going over the edge and being cast down to HELL!
Let's see how how our fighters are do--"
-Nikki's eyes narrowed in surprise as the camera panned across the canyon, getting a good shot of the heights they were filming at. Anyone with vertigo would feel ill--- as they focused in on the fight.
Or rather the lack there of-
'WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!' She wasn't about to waste her time on this crap, nor that of her fans and viewers.
"We apologize-- Due to the lack of VIOLENT Entertainment, we will not be covering this fight LIVE. Stay tuned, we will return shortly to bring you coverage of a new location!"
Kamui couldn't help but notice the newscaster making her way toward the area where the fighters were, having more on his mind then some sill news show, Kamui didn't really pay it any mind as he felt the presences of the two other members of the opposing team starting to flank his person like this was going to be some kind of game to them. Kamui not really one to be taken by surprise starts to walk toward the two fighters to the edge of the plateau where funny enough the cameras and the little girl were talking about the height that the plateau was standing at. Kamui sliding his hands into the pockets of his pants, looked over the edge, then brought his head skyward to look at the sun.
"Beautiful to bad this fight is so lame."
Kamui's words were barely whispered through his parted lips, Kamui sighed to himself as he swung his right leg back then threw it forward, kicking a rather large rock over the edge. Watching the rock tumble down the mountain face as, as it had quickly made contact with the surface, Kamui then took his right hand out of his pocket, clutching his sunglasses in his right hand, taking the left arm of the glasses, he flips them out, and puts them on, then pivoting on the ball of his right foot with his blue hues now covered, slowly makes his way back toward the position he once held.
Jose-Luis couldn't help but notice that the guy walked "towards" the two fighters when they were standing right next to him - one behind and one in front. How the ******** did he do that? But, not one to be taken by surprise, he'd sense the other team member moving in some random direction that was somehow "towards" both people.
He was pretty sure he knew what time it was now, and as he raised his FIGHTER again, he laughed to confirm that it was indeed...
Striker - Offensive
You think you gangsta cause you did time
Well listen here gangsta, don't cross the line!
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
Charging forward from the edge of the crowd, crowbar upraised, Jose-Luis clearly had a plan that involved causing some pain.
Zero, one, two.
I'll blow yo lights out!
Them Dade County boys ride Chevys with the pipes out
He'd cleared the distance between the crowd and the fighters, surging off off of his feet to attempt a flying crowbar strike, the cold metal of the crowbar's prongs shining in the light.
Three, four, five, six.
And they quick to put the pipe out
My question is: "Who the ******** wanna fight now!?"
And down he went, bringing the crowbar down right for the man's ribcage, just about at his shoulder blade level. His left hand? Still holding the knife, he'd angle so the 3" blade would sink into the back of the knee.
Assuming the man collapsed under the dual crowbar strike + knee + stab + flying tackle, Jose-Luis would jerk the knife back and bring his arm up to make three rapid-fire stabs to the midsection, intending to cause as much pain as possible.
Then he'd get to his feet and charge for the other man, blood shining on his knife.
Eight, over.
When you ride by the blocks in Opa-Locka all they scream is "Yayo Yayo!"
There was not enough violence?
He'd make it violent.
Este cubanito no es Willy Chrino pero ya el llego, llego
This my time, my time
My turn, my turn
My grind, my grind
If you think it's a game, play with it right!
"BRING IT OOOOOON!"
Hey, at least DiamondKatana would have fair warning and since the other fight would be kinda... not being posted in, yeah.
Kam Tenria Wrote:
"Sorry that I didn't allow your little pebble to hit me in the head Adaya, was it?"
Kamui waiting slightly for her response, rocks on his back heels, while sliding both of his hands into the pockets of his pants.
"I am doing alright just waiting for the rest of my team to show up so we can get this debacle over with. Oh, sorry for not going back to the Crimson to have that drink, I had some stuff to take care of. Now tell me why you might be here my dear?"
So this was the route eh. Since he didn’t attack yet, his hands would come up so both forearms would point outwards. This technique was a basic boxers block. The devastating knee attack would collide with his forearms, while the crowbar would collide with his back.
Thonk!! c***k!!!
Unknown would grin widely. For he would be wearing a Kevlar tactical vest. Plus the thick tactical long sleeve shirt he had on. He wouldn’t know what that would do but it would greatly diminish the damage dealt. But from the corner of his eyes would be the striker. The collide with his knee, and the block would send unknown back a few feet. Thus the striker would takle him while he went backwards. This would send him abou six feet, him and the striker sliding in a unknown direction.
“…What next ?! “
3/17
[Garam, MSN soon, kthx.
I've a bone or two to pick with you.]
Rosa Vernal Wrote:[Garam, MSN soon, kthx.
I've a bone or two to pick with you.]
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[Done and done.
Dudes on my team: hold off on a post for tonight, there's a few things I'd like to discuss before proceeding.
Chin Checker says:
So. You tackle me. Miss the knife and crowbar attack. I go foward, and my forearms smash into who? and what ?
Aikanáro Elendil - GIANTS WIN, ******** YEAH says:
The ground.
Aikanáro Elendil - GIANTS WIN, ******** YEAH says:
So basically it's just a flying tackle from behind.
Chin Checker says:
Ok. So right in front of chance or like back wherw I flew ?
Aikanáro Elendil - GIANTS WIN, ******** YEAH says:
Well, hitting mid-flight would probably have you a few feet forward from where you were, so...
Aikanáro Elendil - GIANTS WIN, ******** YEAH says:
Dunno how far off from him, but would six feet work?
Aikanáro Elendil - GIANTS WIN, ******** YEAH says:
tackle + slide, I suppose
Aikanáro Elendil - GIANTS WIN, ******** YEAH says:
not too far
Chin Checker says:
Yea. Since your about the same weight. We would go some distance.
Aikanáro Elendil - GIANTS WIN, ******** YEAH says:
xD Yay for dust clouds and possible scrapes and s**t
Chin Checker says:
Yah for them. Lmao.
Post away. I won't be on at all tomorrow, but on Tuesday, I should be on all day. I'd like to get a complete fight in, but if I don't make it, I guess it'll be Kisame going up.]
[ 4 ]
Chance jetted forward, clearing the distance between the two combatants very quickly.
There was a shuffle step; Chance came up on Unknown's left side. And then, a kick to the side of the head with Chance's left foot. If the first didn't faze the man, there would be repeats.
Luckily Rosa was on top of him, making it very difficult to stop the barrage himself.
[ Crowbar: Drawn - Right Hand ]
BeautifullyDecayed Wrote:
Kam Tenria Wrote:
"Sorry that I didn't allow your little pebble to hit me in the head Adaya, was it?"
Kamui waiting slightly for her response, rocks on his back heels, while sliding both of his hands into the pockets of his pants.
"I am doing alright just waiting for the rest of my team to show up so we can get this debacle over with. Oh, sorry for not going back to the Crimson to have that drink, I had some stuff to take care of. Now tell me why you might be here my dear?"
PIME TARADOX!!!!!
Kuroha would tap at Kam's shoulder, and move his head towards a seperate battlefield. This current fight was just taking too long, and was basically more boring on one end than the other. Lets see if Kam and Kuroha couldn't spice things up a little bit, eh?
With no wait for reply, he'd veer off past the crowds, into and eerily identical area of barren dry rocklands, with a large boulder or two around thirty to forty feet away. That'd give plenty of room for them both. However, on each of the fighters left, would be the LEDGE OF DOOM, to spice the battle up a bit. Lets just hope no one dies this way around, eh?
Kuroha brought his crude staff in his right hand, and his blade at the his left side. With an outreach of his empty left hand, he'd kindly ask the hopefully forward-placed Kamui....
"Shall we begin my friend?"
Kamui felt the light tap on his right shoulder from Kisame, turning around, Kamui saw the young fighter walking over toward a barren patch of land, with sparse rocks littering the field, as well two cliff sides adjacent from one another. A smile growing on Kamui's face going ear to ear, the fox demon thought to himself This could get interesting. Kamui sliding his arm out of the hold of Adaya shoots her a reassuring glance, as he makes his way to the next field. Stepping onto the field, Kamui took a defensive stance preparing for a good battle. Widening his stance till his feet were shoulder with the part, Kamui slides his right leg back slightly, bending his left leg, moving his right hand into the center of his body, and tucks his left into the left side of his body.
"Yes, lets. You may have the first move."
((This may be my last post for a half- hour or less, FYI))
"Aight' man, your call..."
Kuroha'd give a shrug, and bring the edge of the crude iron spear forward, his armor beginning to gleam slightly on its metal edges in the falling sunlight. Then, in a sudden explosive burt of speed, Kuroha darted towards Kamui in a very odd stance, his upper body low and the spear going with the movements of his right arm. When he came within range, Kuroha quickly hopped off to his right side, and up into the air, STOMP THE YARD STYLE!!!!
With no hesitation, he'd keep his weight turned in towards his left, and stab forward to pierce straight through the top of Kam's shoulder. This turned from ghetto style to real old skool, like the age of Troy man!
He'd land in a slide, and await...
(1/17)
Kamui watched the iron clad figure gleam in the light of the sun only for a minute as the now hulking bunch of metal was rushing at him only to take flight with his nasty yet long iron spear directed toward him. Kamui side stepping to the right so that the spear would have barely grazed his left shoulder if kamui hadn' shot out his right arm to take hold of the spear, then in that same moment he brought up his tucked left hand so that both hands would now be on the spear, and lowering his center of gravity by bending his knees. Kamui would use kisame's own momentum to throw the samurai towards the cliff that was once to his back.
"Have a nice flight my friend."
Kamui would say with a snide smirk playing across his visage, as he quickly turned to face his opponent by pivoting on the ball of his right, Kamui then ran at full speed toward Kisame, only stopping till he was mere inches from the other fighter or at least where he would possibly land giving the demonic strength that Kamui had at his disposal. Kamui quickly tucking his right hand into his waist, shot his right fist forward hoping to catch Kisame in the chest for a punishing blow, then quickly through his own momentum, would drop his left fist into the base of the back of Kisame's skull. While Kamui's left fist would be on the back of Kisame's head, it would quickly gather some hair between his fingers, Kamui would then proceed to send his right knee into the stomach of Kisame. Kamui was hoping this would keep the crowd entertained for a bit.
((1/17))
Unknown would be in a awkward position. This heavy a** man on top of him, but he would see chance making his way over at a fast pace. So then would come the boot. The plan was to gab the leg before it got to him, but with a man on top of him it would be hard. Unknown would shift his body in a way that would cause Rosa to get off of him, and in a way that the boot would striker a more stronger less soft spot of his face.
TWAP!!!
The boot would hit his face. The pain would be fierce as the boot hit his jaw. But nothing he couldn’t handle. Depending on amount force and power he knew something was fractured or broken. He didn’t bother talking. The raw taste of blood inside his mouth was quite normal for him. But unknown would be digging his heels into the ground. Then with explosive force would push off of them, incorporated with the shift of the body would aid him in pushing his body forward in a semi crouched position. Such a move would be possible from the ground because it would cut in between his second boot. Both arm would reach up and hook around the back of his knees. Pulling towards himself. He would push with his legs. Thus performing a successful double leg takedown.
Seems Kamui would miscalculate a few things...
Well, Kuroha, though not fully expecting this kind of defense, would let go of his spear as soon as it was grabbed, however that was done. But whatever, 'twas for the fun! Kuroha's turn towards the left before would cause him to be facing Kamui as he landed upon his right knee. Also, because Kuroha immediately let go of his crude iron spear, the inteded momentum that Kamui was oh so depending on, was all that would carry good ol' Kuroha, so he wouldn't be as close to the edge of the cliff as intended. Now for the fun part!
Kuroha would be at the end of his slide on his left knee, which was ripping the fabric that bear itself, as well as a bit of his knee. In this moment of time, Kamui must have thought that it was a good idea to charge up close. Heh, well, was he right folks?
Kamui's Faulter Wrote:Kamui then ran at full speed toward Kisame, only stopping till he was mere inches from the other fighter or at least where he would possibly land giving the demonic strength that Kamui had at his disposal.
Uh-Oh, that was a bad choice on Kam's part. He came running at full speed towards the samurai, which was NOT a good idea in any case, especially when he had a sword and all.
So, before Kam could even get within his few inches, let alone two feet! Kuroha's right hand would quickly reach for the hilt of his Yosimoto, and without any hesitation, his Godlike unsheathing speed would be unleashed against Kamui Tenria, to cut away his left leg from the center of the shin down at an upwards angle to the right. There WAS no escape with his speed an momentum. Game over?
2/17
((I must go home now, I'll reply to whatever post is up, if there is one...))
[ 5 ]
Chance continued with his assault. With Unknown still on the ground, Chance's already lifted left foot would snap down on top of the man's head.
If the takedown continued just after, there would be nothing he could do to stop it.
But if he did go down, Unknown would be sure to receive plenty of headbut and more than a few bruises to the side of the head via crowbar.
[ Crowbar: Drawn - Right Hand ]
As said before the stomp to the head wouldn’t be completed. For he man would be reeled back. Hitting his head hard against the ground. Thus disorienting him for however long it would take for him to regain his coordination. But unknown would waist no time. He would ull up on the man in a short pounce. He would mount the man perfectly. It didn’t matter now the man was still regaining himself from that hard hit to the head, or struggling to protect himself.
Crack!!! Twap!!!
That’s all that would be heard as unknown would rain down punches on chances face and upper body. It would be quite simple. Even if he decided to attack with a crowbar he could block it, plus a head would be useless here. You couldn’t reach. Every no and then he woudl be spitting his blood out, just random spats anywhere and everywhere
[ 6 ]
Finally! Bloodshed!
Chance's legs went up, making a complete mount impossible.
In a surprise move, Chance wrapped his legs around Unknown's back, squeezing as hard as he could in the scissor hold. This is where things got fun.
A maniacal grin surfaced with the first punch, which sad to say didn't do much. Then second and third however, left a trickle of blood down Chance's nose.
The grin turned red. Chance began to laugh hysterically. Blood spatter soon covered the ground.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRIP!
The sling around Chance's neck tore away. His hand was fine. It was dislocated. Six days ago.
The crowbar, unseen by Unknown, went over the man's head. His now free right hand grabbed the opposite end, reinforcing the bar. The five pound hunk of steel was suddenly pressed into the back of his opponent's neck, forcing him down and holding him.
It was now impossible for Unknown to unleash any more punches. The pressure exerted would only increase as time went on. Chance made an offer.
"Yield."
He patiently awaited the soft pop from Unknown's neck.
[ Crowbar: Drawn - Left + Right Hand ]
Kamui really couldn't do much since he was already running at the samurai, forcing his body to go lower, Kamjui would put all of his power into his legs then spring from the ground just as the blade from Kisame's sword had made contact with his leg, unluckily for Kisame the affect of his blood would start to infiltrate the samurai's senses, since Kamui didn't know weather or not he had any nullifying attributes or not, Kamui would just assume that the Samurai was now deep in a hullucination of his own doing thanks to the special attributes of Kamui's blood.
Quote: The Blood
This feat was accomplished through Kitsune magic of the most ancient sort, as well as the spilling of the Kitsune king's blood which once the essence of the king is leaked the scent of the blood infiltrates the nostrils of his opponent and anyone in the arena would be caught under the spell. This spell intensified by staring into the Kitsune Kings silver hues to only overwhelm the visual sense. So to what the eyes see to be true the mind obviously would follow suit even as the other senses were being lost to the link, and will of Kamui.
Hoping the Samurai was deep inside of Kamuis's hallucination, he would land behind the Samurai with a slight cut in his leg, but nothing he couldn't heal after thee fight. Kamui bringing up his left hand takes hold of the hilt of Tsukiyomi then quickly rips it from its respective sheath, and swings the blade downward and to the left very hard hoping to catch Kisame in the back with a wicked slash probably severing his spinal chord if he cut too deep.
So he dodged a slash that would usually be unavoidable in his case? Ha-Ha! Whatever man, whatever....
It seemed that Kamui's blood had some sort of hallucinogen effect on people in and around the arena. Woiuldn't that mean a technical yellow flag, for messin' with the audience AND with thye other fight going on? Well, maybe a judge would deduce that later, but it was time for AURA CLEANZING NAO!!!!!
Initiation charge would unleash itself almost immediately, not in Kuroha's willing favor of course, but instead as a protectorate of sorts. Either way, it did the exact same thing it would usually have done against any magical attribute and what not. Kamui would be lead to believe that his hallucinogenic blood would have worked on the samurai, in logical speak, and thus, the sound of an unsheathing blade was heard. No hesitation, and no wait came to Kurohas mind, and both of his hands would reach for his Yosimoto's hilt.
In that very same instant, it would seem to the eye, Kuroha's hands would shoot up and over his head, with the blade of the Yosimoto pointed backwards and low. His blade, being at 4 1/2 feet in length, had plenty of room, which basically meant that Kamui was in for one hell of a treat.
Castration!!!
Thats right, Kuroha's Yosimoto would shoot back just at the right height to hit the poor old boy in the nuts, right down the center some would say. Surely, whatever attack was to originate after the unsheathing of Kam's blade would be faltered as well, since the extreme overwhelming pain of Castration without anesthetic would overcome his senses by far.
3/17
It didn’t matter about some ****** scissor hold. His top half was free and hence what was all he needed. So he would try to attack with the crowbar. But unknown himself was setting up the perfect trap for that. His torso was still free, and he had some wiggle room. As the crow bar would try to pass over his head. What the ****** did you think he was blind to not see a arm go over him. But it would be far to late for chance for he now had his arm completely extended.
Drive!!!
Unknown screams inside as his right arm would hook around his left elbow holding up the arm steady. Then with the left would reach u tot he forearm, and pull to the left. Hi whole torso and arms would be incorporated. This attack would top the onslaught all together. Pulling wit such power and speed would surely fracture something once it violently jerked and cracked to a stop, then he would slowly like a crank move in the same direction.
Crack!!!Pop!!!!
Screams would be heard before hand. But more now. The man would be in to dire pain to move now. It was about to be over. It was all a matter of time now. A devilish grin would be on his face now. For such a move would be hard to maneuver out of
[ I need this match judged. Garam lacks the intelligence to have a fair match. It's unfair to him, and me. Unless somehow Garam pulls himself together in his next post. If he even makes one.]
Chance simply squeezed at the man's midsection with all his might. No doubt Unknown would be screaming as the immense pressure threatened to break his ribs, making it impossible to breath.
But unfortunately, Chance never fully extended either arm. He didn't bring the crowbar over Unknown's head, he brought it around his back, then moved up. Unknown would reach for the arm and find that he could not turn because Chance's legs were crushing his midsection. Oh dear.
The crowbar would continue to move over, and press against the man's neck.
If Unknown's author still didn't grasp the concept, Chance would resort to something more simplistic. He'd continually punch Unknown in the side of the head with his left hand. Maybe he'd knock some sense into him.
If the man had the resolve to break Chance's arm, he was free to do so.
Kamui turned the downward slash into a flat bladed clash, as his sword and foxes own collided, as fox attempted to remove Kamui's grapes from his person. Holding Fox's blade toward the ground, Kamui let out a short sigh of relief that everything was still attached, and probably in its working order, but he wouldn't find that out till later. Kamui hearing a lot of commotion over in the other field, slowly turns his head to look over in time to see 001 with his hands full with Chance and his damn crowbar. A small smile pierced his lips, as he jumped back from the other fighter, and set the blade to the middle of his body.
"Shall we continue or is this fight just an excersize in futility?"
A nod came from the changed ronin, and the words in a tone once forgotten were uttered...
"I'm in favor of the futility option sir. However, does that mean you forfeit your position?"
Kuroha's hands stayed in place, keeping the blade within the same position.
4/17
Kamui's hands remained steadied on his blade as if he were going to go in for another attack, but Kamui knew it would be a fruitless venture even though he rather enjoyed the notion of turning this into a sparring match of sorts rather than some regulation tournament. Kamui smiling even at his own misfortune lowered his stance as if he were going to charge Fox with the tip of his blade still pointed toward the samurai, bringing the hilt up close to his right ear, Kamui leveled the blade so that it would now be parallel with the ground then quickly took five quick steps towards his opponent, and thrust the blade toward the chest of Kisame, but fully keeping his distance from getting slashed by his opponents blade.
"Hmmm I chooooooooose to have a good time win or lose."
Jose-Luis would stand at a distance from both fights, piling up large rocks. Since the other guy had MAJEEKAL PERIPHERAL VISION he'd probably notice this and be ready for some sort of rock-throwing striker in mid-motion.
Goodie for him.
For the sake of the other guy, Jose-Luis would be clearly visible about seventy feet from both fights, with Unknown on his left and the other guy on his right. It wasn't behind enough to be, well, behind, but still, there'd be little warning if he did decide to go wreak some havok.
Adaya nodded and backed off into the crowd. She jostled her way through the throngs of people, bumping elbows and being bumped. Eventurally she found her way to an out cropping of rocks and climbed on up.
From a top the rocky area she watched the fights. Before long she found herself laying on the rocks. Watching through a cascade of gold red hair and humming.
Well, since the lock was broken, and everything went according to what usually would happen, then Kuroha's positioning would be pointless. He'd turn his head slightly to the right side as he heard two footsteps echo past him. Boy was this obvious....
Kuroha would wait until Kamui drew his blade back slightly with his hands, to make sure that it indeed was a stab, and just before the opposing warriors fifth step could touch the ground, Kuroha, whom was still on his knee mind you, would bend his upper body backwards, from hip to head. His torso would fold over his left leg, and his right would shoot forward in this movement. At the same time, his right hand would break away with the Yosimoto in it, and when he bent back as far as he could, very narrowly missing the stabbed blade, he'd swing invert his right hand, swing the blade in an arc above his head, and aim his pretty decent strike for both of Kamui's ankles.
Now, when Kuroha leaned back, he gave himself an extra foot or so's distance towards Kamui, plus with the extension of his arm and a 4 1/2 foot blade, that basically gave him a range of 6-6 1/2 feet backwards. That would mean if the strike were to hit, it had the probability to slash straight through Kam's right ankle, all the way into the left one, and if Kuroha was lucky, go straight through that one as well. That would mean Kam's feet would totally be severed away by 2 1/2 feet of cold japanese steel.
Ell-Oh-Effin El man...
5/17
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Kamui still en route towards Kisame, he was about three steps in before he noticed the body language of Kisame changing quickly, Kamui with a slight smirk on his face changed his thrust quickly to a straight out ward to a downward thrust so that by the time he had taken his fourth step, his blade would be dug into the earth, sending Kamui vaulting over the head of Kisame. Kamui looking down at Kisame saw the attempted slash that was about ankle level, a drop of sweat dripping from his brow probably landing on the top of Kisame's head. Kamui finishing the dive over Kisame's head, he rolls out to perch on his right knee, then quickly pivots on the ball of his right foot swinging around Tsukyiomi then sending the blade diving toward the achilles tendon of Kisame's right leg.
"Hmm that was a close one, but I can still go out dancing after this fight YAY!!!!"
Well, so be it!!!
Kuroha's movements left him no time to dodge or block this attack...
SSCHHHIIINNNGG!!!!
The end of His opponents blade would slam into the top of Kuroha's armor, and slightly pierce through the steel and bamboo, just enough to enter into the shin bone slightly. It seems that the time to wear armor this match proved smart for him. Looks like Kuroha owed Jose more than just a beer...
Well, if constant pressure was kept on the Tsukiyomi, then it would slowly pierce farther into the leg, but it wouldn't get that far, not by a long shot. Even though Kuroha felt the ever growing pain of the blade entering his shin, his senses were still in tune. With a quick thought, he brought his right hand up and over his head, in order to slash over the top of Kam's forearm just above the wrist at a high diagonal angle. If it were to hit, Kams arm would look kinda funky without a hand and all that...
6/17
Kamui saw the glint of Kisame's blade thanks to the midday sun that had been hanging high over head for quite sometime, using the reflection of the sun as a guide, Kamui dug his blade into the ankle of Kisame then released his grip on the hilt of Tsukiyomi just as the sun's reflection had passed from his eyes, Kamui had narrowly avoided getting his right hand amputated in a very gruesome fashion. Kamui grinned down at him as he saw the blade pass anywhere from his person.
"You sneaky b*****d. I got something for your armor and you."
Those words barely muttered, Kamui crouches down, then hops into the air, landing on the hilt of Tsukiyomi with his right foot, pressing the blade deeper, and deeper into the ankle of Kisame. Kamui's footing was only on the hilt for as long as it would take his weight and the velocity at which he continued to apply pressure into the hilt until it was deep into the ground. Judging by how hard Kisame had swung the blade Kamui knew it would take Kisame a hell of a lot longer then he needed for him to bring the blade back.
As fast as Kamui had placed his weight on the hilt, he was off it through a hard leap over the head of Kisame, a very good distance or at least a ten feet distance away, Kamui knew he was safe, turning slowly around, Kamui looks down at the probably pinned down Kisame, bringing his left hand down toward Blood, he white knuckles the hilt, rips it from it's respective sheath then points the tip of the dark red blade to the throat of Kisame.
"See this is what you get for not playing nice, a nice hole in your ankle, pinned by my holy blade, and one thing if you touch it."
Brings his right hand up to his chin in thought.
"I will let you find out for yourself."
[I'm bored at school, so...
Striker - Offensive
Jose-Luis would not do any dramatic charging things. Nor would he make a HUEG CROWBAR ATTACK. Instead, he'd do one simple thing: Start hucking rocks from the pile he made. He was a pretty decent pitcher and no matter who you were, being hit upside the head with a rock wasn't fun.
One, two.
So, as the swordsmen were playing around with their things (roughly at the time Kam would be looking down to dig in the blade), Jose-Luis would wind up and pitch a fastball rock at speeds upwards of sixty miles an hour to bean the guy in the right side of the head at about the temple area. He'd have a half-second to notice the blur of the rock and do a miracle dodge.
Three, four.
He'd continue the assault by picking up another rock and hurling it as well, entirely dependent on what happened to the first rock. If it hit, same place. Otherwise he'd hurl it at the man's head, wherever he was, with a slight adjustment to the side of his momentum. This one would be thrown harder, reducing the time to just under a half-second flight.
Five, six, seven.
A larger rock this time (at least eight pounds), hurled like a shot put. The gravity on this would make it strike lower, about shoulder area. Once again, following the moves if there were any. This'd be more likely to break bones.
Eight, nine, ten.
This time, it'd not be a rock flying through the air, but the knife. Same aim thing applies. He'd take two seconds to flip the knife and then throw the thing, aimed down to try to strike the man in the thigh.
With this being done he'd just shrug and stay in place, still seventy feet away.
Shame that guy with the Hummer had driven off the cliff. He coulda used it then.
Maybe he'd get a chainsaw next time?
Kamui smirked, as he saw the blur of the first rock being thrown, Kamui maybe had a few milliseconds to react to this, but he knew the perfect evasion it would just cost him a little bit of power, and since he hadn't used any of his majeeek yet, he would be at full strength. The instant Kamui decided on wat to do the little rock glanced him on the side of his face which made his head jerk back, and bleed slightly. Kamui gritted his teeth, then took on his mist form so that the rest of his onslaught was about to miss Kamui in a big way. Watching the materials phase through Kamui's body, he couldn't help but too laugh. When the final item had passed through him, Kamui's attack to Kisame went unhindered even by the striker. The only change however was the little bit of blood running down the right side of his face from that bastards first rock.
Kamui standing over Kisame, brought up his right hand to brush the blood away, then took that hand, raised his middle finger high into the air, and pointed it straight at Rosa.
"Nice try ya b*****d!!"
((This move used about 5% of his power. Guess what that leaves 95% left! ))
Ok. First chance would be doing the scissor hold completely wrong for it to be considered effective. The scissor hold would need to be used from a side mount to be used effectively in crushing ribs. But on a side not, with the extra padding, even if pressure was asserted nothing would be felt directly. So Chance would only be squeezing at the rather thick Kevlar vest that unknown wore.
Snap Crackkkk!!!!
Was all that was heard as he proceeded as usual. He broke his arm anyways. And there was nothing really to do about it. But the man would be screaming far before it would actually break. Unknown wouldn’t stop there. He would just release the arm and quickly go to punching him in the face. The man would defiantly be on his guard now, a rather weak one at that. With only one arm and such.
“..Take that, and that !!! “
He would scream as his punches would seem like a flurry raining down on his face.
