Mover Dam Generator

Rain walked along the inside of the generator room, slowly but surely, taking in all the sites. He had never actually been to a Dam before, let alone go inside one. So all this was fascinating to him. All the technology, all the power...

Though, he had more of a poker face going on. The time to goof around was over, and now it was time for serious business.

Workers from the Dam scattered here and there, checking things, repairing other things... apparently, the structure had suffered some damage from the previous fight here, and they were still tying up loose ends before the second round began.

Exhaling through his nose, he would approach one of the many turbines, resting his hand on the side of the casing, feeling the whir of machinery vibrating throughout the entire substructure. It was almost... soothing. What, with Rain being part machine now, and a user of electricity. It was almost as if... he felt at home here.

A slight smile would mark his features, as his eyelids closed and he would press his face against the turbine's casing, nuzzling it.

[ Dam - Generator Room ]

After being patched, sewn, and overall prettied up from his last fight, Chance wandered into the depths of the Mover Dam. At current, he stood on the catwalk in the generator room, looking down at Yupa...Who was nuzzling a massive turbine.

Oh that's just not right. Chance thought.

He stood there, watching with his arms crossed, tapping his right foot lightly against the floor.

He was followed by Jose-Luis, who happened to be adjusting the tape grips on his crowbar and stretching out. Always be warm and ready before a battle, pretty much. There wasn't much injury to him in the first place, and although his left forearm looked a bit off-color, he was fine.

He stopped briefly in his motions to look over the edge in order to see what Chance was looking at, and blinked, twice.

"Tha ********? OY! GET A ROOM!"

Machine-humping was something that should best be done in private, or over a live cam, but only if the machine user was female.

Anyway...

He'd hand the tape over to Chance, and hold the crowbar in his right loosely - after last match, he was pretty sure loaning out his weapon would be likely to occur. As long as he got something in return for it, that'd be just great.

Kichiro was on the catwalk, connected to the turbine, when he heard all the shouting voices. It wasn't hard to see the man standing damn near above Rain, who was nuzzling the thing. The Chimagin always thought there was something strange about that captain of his.

No matter.

Black gloved hands rose on to the surrounding fence, and Kichiro's overcoat was moved by the breeze generated by the spinning turbine. As was his long black hair, moving back from the straw hat. His face, with the exception of his eyes which sparkled against the work lights, was rather hidden in shadow.

"..."

He waited. Though his eyes casually drifted over to Kuroha.

'Are you going to leave mid dual again, or will you actually stay and fight the wrath of the yellow dragon?'

These thoughts weighed on his mind, recalling Kuroha's flight from a dual to lead archers, a dishonorable samurai, not worth the title. Kichiro's blades itched for his blood.

Rain would open his left eye, shooting a glance at his hecklers. He closed it again, pulling away from the turbine, gently carressing the cool steel with his hand one last time before parting.

Cracking his neck, then stretching his arms up over his head, he would turn to address the members of team Pwn't as they arrived.

"AHEM! Uh, yes. You guys certainly are punctual, it seems. Welcome to the Mover Dam. I am Rain Yupa, captain of Team Rising Storm. I believe my teammate, Kichiro Oda, is here somewhere here; I saw his convoy car pulling up as I was heading in." As to emphasize his point, he would glance around, trying to spot Kichiro, where ever the man was hiding.

"Which one of you is the captain of your team, may I ask? I need to address with you the matter of my team being... understaffed."

Rain would rub the back of his head, trying to look as innocent as possible as he was preparing to break the bad news to his opponents.

Kuroha'd whistle over to Jose and Chance...

"When you're done with that, mind givin' me some too? I need some sort of grip on this pole here. 'snot doin' too well, y'know, last match, she didn't see any action..."

Yup.

He would look over the railing, and spot Kichiro...

He'd smile and laugh, obviously slightly changed with the precense of his allys. It seemed their freer, slightly less disciplined attitudes had rubbed off of him, as well as their tactics, as would it soon be shown to whomever he;d fight...

"Aie... we can wait for a bit if ya'd like. I think Kuroha here's got some history with yo' boy Kichiro... they can do it out. An' I wouldn't blame ya for tryin' ta take someone down, tho. All's fair in love an' war. Either way, we best talk to tha judges, eh?"

He'd keep his hands in plain sight - there was some honor. After all, they hadn't started fighting and unless he was mistaken, Jose-Luis was a bit bigger (probably stronger, given his frame.) Any s**t started and there'd be some negative side effects.

"I'd rather have tha matches if it's all the same. Passin' by proxy ain't a challenge."

Kichiro made way up the stairs till he was on the catwalk, following behind his captain. His hands laid hidden within his overcoat, and he waited. The only visible weapon on him was the katana hilt over his shoulder.

However, those who feared him, knew what laid beneath that overcoat.

He'd been silent the entire time so far, and only nodded to his history with Kuroha. The Chimagin would fight, and he had an agenda with that one.

Shaking Jose-Luis's hand back, Rain nodded, and smiled. "We have an accord!" He would then turn around, to see if he could find

"GWA'HA!" he exclaimed, jumping back, startled. Almost bumping into Jose-Luis, but purely accidently. And emphasis on almost.

"DAM it, Kichiro, why do you like to sneak up on me like that?!" he would exclaim. He had not heard his teammate come up behind him. And though he feared Kichiro on some level, it wasn't so much what the man had under his coat, but more to do with the fact that Kichiro seemed hell-bent on proving how flammable Rain Yupa was.

"..."

He inhaled, exhaled, and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. "Well, you work out the details of your match with Kuroha. I'm going to go walk around some first."

With that, Rain casually hopped over the railing of the catwalk, landing on his feet some 10 feet below onto concrete, and walked off, hands in his pockets, like nothing had happened at all.

((*hangs note over his character's neck, reading "Gone turbine humping Fishing, be back in 15". Time for bed!!))

"For what?"

Kichiro was shinobi.

Samurai fought for his adopted Clan father.

Ronin killed his real father.

The 6'5" standing Chimagin's face remained mostly covered in shadow from his straw hat, though getting closer, Kuroha may note all the many scars across his flesh. There was one that stood out from all the nicks, being a large gash going from above his right eye down to the lower left hand corner of his lips. As Kuroha gripped his spear, Kichiro's hands pulled forth his own choice weapons.

Demonbuster and Moonshine, twin 18" curved wakizashi blades, rising with Demonbuster in Kichiro's right, and Moonshine in Kichiro's left.

Typically, when Kichiro drew his blades, they were in a cross formation before his chest, hands out at his sides with the blades. This displayed at once, confidence in his own skill, and an ability to defend. This time was different, and only a few choice swordsmen could tell what it meant.

Both blades were pointed directly at Kuroha, right hand at shoulder lever with blade tip directed towards Kuroha's left shoulder. His other hand was held down at the waist level, pointed at Kuroha's right hip. The blades were turned inwards with his wrists, so the spine of each blade faced one another across the painful opening in Kichiro's front, where there should have been that cross block.

Or at least one blade for defense.

Kichiro casually strolled forward after blades were drawn, eyes narrowing, he'd continue till his four foot and some reach with his blades, had them passing tips just passed the drawn spear. Kichiro was inviting an attack. However, as he walked, he spoke.

"For death, long since have I, for life not at all, and for love... these blades will dance."

Immedaitely, having not payed too much attention to Kichi's words, Kuroha would pull back the front of the spear and lean his upper body forward some, while at the same time, allowing the broad end of the pole to come up, and clock ol' Kichi under the chin, and if it was a successful hit, or even a blocked one, Kuroha would immediately follow up with a heavy forward kick to the chest, to push the Shinobi back, while bringing forward the spear-staff once more in a wild, speedy shot, aimed for teh top of the head, all in one simultaneous combination as well. What a COMBO!

Yes, Kurohas eyes would also never leave Kichi's figure, as a well trained warrior never really did. He just knew that if his barrage of attacks did the trick, they would not cease from that point...

-1/17-

((Some editing after how the speedy shot to the head, actually happened, was explained. ))

Kichiro leaned to his left a bit as the broad end of the pole began to raise, and both blades turned sharp edge towards the center. It wasn't hard to tell when someone was raising for a heavy forward kick, and both blades were only a few feet from his chest. End result, someone was losing a foot.

The pole would sail harmlessly into the air, with Kuroha's foot coming into a blender. The underside of both Kichiro's wrists would be facing one another at the beginning of the rotation of both blades, while pulling his elbows back in a snap to make up for the quick shortening of range. If Kuroha's ankle/shin area had some really good armor, then the force of two blades would merely block the kick, and send his foot downwards, while Kichiro continued the rotation of the two swords inwards so they'd be crossing one another.

As the top of the spear would come back down, both blades, now conveniently brought in to deal with a kick, would have the spines of both near his chest where the kick was aimed.

Kichiro's eyes wouldn't have lost track of the large thing originally aimed at his chin. Now it was coming back down, and since Kichi's head had leaned to the left, the spear would come down on his right shoulder somewhere on its shaft. Well, Kuroha would bring that down after having missed a shot, using the leverage of one foot.

On heavy leather.

Kichiro felt the stick land, while continuing to shuffle in. Snapping his elbows outwards after bending them in, the tips of both blades would come up from their crossing, into a thrust up into Kuroha's abdomen from both sides. All the force they previously had, with Kuroha close enough to whack Kichiro with the mid-length of the spear, and his arms guiding high, with a foot being jerked back...

Kuroha would have all his momentum thrown forward, and no balance from the bladed block, and presumably physics would pay Kuroha with being gutted from two wakizashis for his troubles in that combo.

2/17

"Would you look at that dive!"

To television watchers, there would be an instant replay of the crowbar motion in slow speeds in one half of the screen, the actions of Kichiro to attempt to de-foot Kuroha playing on the other half.

"It looks like the Pwn't offensive is in trouble now - if Kuroha can't do something, we might see the first Striker of the match to save the offensive drive!"

Kisame-Foxcross Wrote:

Damn, the first shot missed, but the kick, no matter how Kichiro saw it, was going to hit him with the a strong momentum behind it. Though Kichiro's efforts were valiant, his blades would not be able to pick up enough force, nor put enough force into his scissor-styles attack at Kuroha's ankle. In fact, the blades would not hit the ankle at all, and instead, as the kick neared its contact point, the blades just began to go into his shin bone, and under the lower part of his calf. Regardless of how much he had wanted to try and cut away Kuroha's foot, the kick would not allow it, and in a justice filled slice of BAM!, it would indeed knock Kichi back...

Except, with tendons being cut as they went into the lower part of his calf, while exerting two different downward forces with a lot of strength, and short fulcrums for leverage, there wasn't enough in that foot becoming detached to send Kichiro backwards. It'd hit against the chestplate beneath his shirt, and barely make his feet slide an inch. Instead, he just pulled down the blades faster at his sides, sending the sharp edge cutting through bone and away. There'd be nothing left of that foot from shin down as Kuroha pulled away.

Kisame-Foxcross Wrote:

, off balance, and indefinitely make him unable to defend himself all too much from the oncoming follow up, as well as disrupt his current attempt at a de-footing.

As Kichi would stumble back, Kuroha's right leg would slam down in front of him quickly, the pain of the two blades insert points shooting through it, and in the same exact fluid motion, having the area just under the crude edge of the pole slam into Kichi's shoulder quite forcefully,

As much force as a man bringing something down after a miss, after throwing a heavy kick forward, and having only one leg to stand on could send.

Kisame-Foxcross Wrote:

no forward momentum allowing whatever attempted stab, from what could be seen in his hands positioning, to penetrate his stomach, which was inches from the intended area. Now, there was no time for hesitation...

Kichiro didn't get the thrusts in, because he was too busy cutting away the bone, it having a higher integrity than he once thought. Not because of Kuroha's ability to stop all forward momentum after leaning his top half forward for the spear thrust, or Spartan Kick.

Now his blades would be circling back from his sides and raising however.

Kisame-Foxcross Wrote:

Kuroha would bring his bleeding right leg back, step backwards and away from Kichi on the level four catwalk, following his left leg in a slight limped balance. The entire time, the edge of the crude spear would be facing Kichi, in order to keep him at bay. Looks like his opponents advice hadn't aided Kuroha all too well in this fight. That, and his choice of weapon.

Now, it was obvious that Kuroha's clenched teeth with every step back, and a very low hiss drowned out by the generators below, showed he was in pain, but his tolerance with pain was honed pretty well...

-2/17-

Seeing as Kuroha would most likely be on a stump, Kichiro's left sword would aim to knock away the spear tip, while stepping forward with his right sword pointed at Kuroha's throat. While simply walking, he spoke.

"The Ronin's time is nye, and your life flashes before your eyes. Speak truth, and repentance, so the spirits may guide you swift."

3/17

He had left the Hotel nearly the same time as Kichiro and his entourage. However, they drove. He walked, and that ment by the time he finally arrived, Round 2 was in full swing. Screaming fans, reporters, the weirdos and what they called 'music' blaring out over the dam.

Matthew flicked up his jacket collar, somewhat to hide his face, and to block out some of the weirder people from his sight as he made his way to a vantage where he'd be close to the fight. He was real careful not to cause a scene, picking his way through the crowds delicately and carefully until he finally neared the front...

Where he could see Rain molesting the dam, and Kichiro fighting with some spearweilding weirdo.

"You better not lose anymore ligaments Kichiro." Ray muttered under her breath, already standing above the fight with her lower half leaned against the railing, arms crossed over her chest. She had slipped past Kichiro's people for what she knew, and made it here on her own. And now, she'd watch him fight, in hope that the man wouldn't take the chance of further injuring himself.

"Don't push yourself." Dull mis matched pools watched as Kichiro and his opponent fought, for a moment, Ray thought she couldn't much handle watching the rest of the fights, but she had promised Kichiro and Lazenca that she'd cheer them on.

Even if they didn't notice.

Grunting, Ray would turn, resting her elbows on the railing, a small flag with Kichiro's face printed on it chibified. Twirling it in her fingers she'd whistle. "Go Kichi'."

Foot sliced off? No...

Tendons cut? Partially...

Walking? ******** painful!

Kuroha would attempt to continue his retreat, but find that his opponents hit had cut into a very vital tendon, used to support the weight of the normal human. Kuroha would find an ever increasing warm and numbing feeling come over his right leg. A first step would be successful, followed up by his left, but the second time he attempted to step with his right leg would prove useless, having Kuroha fall back. Well motha-f**kin' whoopee, it happened AGAIN! Another healing session after the match then...

As the seering pain shot through Kuroha's right leg, and he clenched hsi teeth, watery eyes would not leave Kichiros figure still. He was intent on doing something here, something... Diabolical....

First though, Kuroha would use his left leg to propel himself at a slight pace backwards, trying to create distance between the two...

This was going to be fun. Seeing as how Jose-Luis had been behind Kuroha and had moved towards the fight in almost every single post to get behind this Kichiro fellow, it meant one thing and one thing only:

Surprise attack no jutsu.

He'd draw the empty Corona bottle and step forward, holding it by the neck behind his body and upraised as he advanced, footsteps silent thanks to the generators. Being only a few feet away, this'd be rather quick.

Two.

And then the well-built Mexican fighter would perform one simple, direct, and painful action: bring the glass bottle up and around at high speeds as forcefully as he could to shatter it right on the back of his skull.

Three.

Knockout, concussion, or whatever the results would be, he'd drop the bottle, squat, and let his arms wrap around the guy's lower abdomen (about the hip area and behind the arms, giving him a faceful of a**), ready for pain. After all, it might not have induced a sudden onset of pain - Jose-Luis never trusted an opponent.

Four.

"Haaaaaaaa!"

Bellowing with exertion, he would explode up, forward, and towards the rails to boldly lift Kichiro right off the ground, putting his legs into it. Being heavier than his opponent and shorter, Jose-Luis had a lot of strength for a human, and this'd show when he exploded from the ground.

This would not end well, no matter what happened.

He'd start to release and push off with his arms, using all of his considerable weight and momentum to send the right honorable swordsman over the edge, and all the way down to the platform around the turbines in a nice uncontrollable free-fall.

Level 4 all the way down to level 1. Not fatal, but...

Game over, man!

Five.

Jose-Luis would land on his hip and wince at the pain before getting up to his feet, rubbing at the spot to try to relieve it. Another day, another bruise.

-Extra Sensory Perception.- Wrote:

Chimagin, as beings naturally intune with Chi and spirit, have the ability to sense the spirit of others. This may tune them into emotions and other aspects flowing through the spiritual world.

The spirit of one not of time of judgment was near, and he'd have none of that. The ronin's time was nye. Pulling his blades close as to not lose them, Kichiro prepared for something that'd give the Ronin a bit more time to live.

One wished to interfere, and he could have none of that. Burning with the deepest fires within him, they ripped and roared in an instant ignition over his blades. The left turning blue from the reservoir of holding supplying a hefty quantity of something akin to Moonshine and pure alcohol. Hearing the voice of Ray, Kichiro took a sudden jerk of movement. His foot would be pressing off the railing as Rosa neared, and suddenly Kichiro was leaping over the railing, and launching himself passed the turbine and towards her.

"Hey Ray! I love you!" As Kichiro passed a couple levels, and neared her, the flames over his weapons would spread to cover his form. Being a bit on the bluer side, and near that of a blow torch, Kichiro was sweating quite a bit, and his clothing was beginning to sear again beneath the overcoat.

Near Rain, by one of the turbines, Kichiro would be turning back around in a wide arch from one generator to the next, and headed back towards Kuroha. Blades would be twirling on either side of him, and point towards Kuroha.

The Striker would be long over, as Kichiro waited quite awhile to start maneuvering from his fall.

His flight would slow form some of its highest speeds, leaving a trail of flame in the air behind him, and then fire would begin to bulge at the end of his blade tips. Before Kichiro would start burning himself up, a volley of four fireballs with an explosive punch in a three foot range, would riddle the catwalk Kuroha was on and rid Kichi of the intensity of heat he could not resist. Each fireball at the same strength of taking a well aimed SPARTA KICK to the chest.

Enough to knock someone over, and maybe take their breath away. Two would fly from his left, two from his right. The two from his left were of blue flames, that really hot one, and would fire to the right of Kuroha's legs and to his good leg. The other would mirror, but instead on Kuroha's escape paths.

Rain had watched Jose-Luis attempt to ambush Kichiro with the bottle, as stated in his previous post. However, something happened.

Kichiro Oda Wrote:

One wished to interfere, and he could have none of that. Burning with the deepest fires within him, they ripped and roared in an instant ignition over his blades.

<snip>

His foot would be pressing off the railing as Rosa neared, and suddenly Kichiro was leaping over the railing, and launching himself passed the turbine and towards her.

<snip>

As Kichiro passed a couple levels, and neared her, the flames over his weapons would spread to cover his form. Being a bit on the bluer side, and near that of a blow torch, Kichiro was sweating quite a bit, and his clothing was beginning to sear again beneath the overcoat.

Near Rain, by one of the turbines, Kichiro would be turning back around in a wide arch from one generator to the next, and headed back towards Kuroha. Blades would be twirling on either side of him, and point towards Kuroha.

Now, it is important to note that Rain had some... bad experiences in the previous round, with Kichiro and his fire. So, when he sees his own teammate conflagrate himself and rocket towards Rain's approximate position, in he had the moment of panic, and this time, he decided that he had to make a stand.

"I'm tired of this fire from this Kichiro!" he bellowed, growling. He backpedalled a few feet back, and suddenly sprinted forward, and running up the side of the wall on the Base Level; he would only make it a couple feet off the ground, but coiled as much as he could while horizontal, and kicked off of the wall, leaping off of it while turning his entire body counter-clockwise.

His upper body would turn first, adding to the centripetal force as he would bring his trailing right leg around, and roundhousing Kichiro before he would impact. Or rather, before he would do his fly-by, but Rain didn't know that. The kick was aimed at the man's left side more than his face, since Rain didn't want to K.O. Kichiro. But he wanted to show him that his captain meant business, and was tired of all this god-damned fire! And thus, he would probably send the airborne teammate careening off course, potentially interrupting all those fireballs as well.

So as Rain would land on the ground in a crouch, he would begin to pat out the leg of his pants which would have clearly caught aflame, glaring at Kichiro. Then it dawned on him.

"... crap! Was I supposed to call Striker for that?"

When Kichiro took to leaping off a railing to near her, her face would take on that of puzzlement, why was he running toward her, or for that matter, running away. Blinking, she'd continue watching him, hands stuffed into the depths of her pockets. She'd be here a while, and hopefully, Laz' wasn't fighting just yet.

"Hey Ray, I love you!"

"Oh boy." Her cheeks tinted red while she'd back away from all cameras panning to her face, zooming in on the red that took in her cheeks. He had to call her out that way didn't he? Well, s'not like it matterd. They were 'lovers' after all.

Grinning, the kappa would smile, blowing the chimagin a small kiss over her shoulder, hey, if he was putting on a show, she'd just go right along with it.

Stupid cameras.

Declarations of love. Revenge, flying, fireballs, screaming in CrazySpeak that he couldn't understand. Good stuff all around. Matthew even pulled out a bottle from his jacket. Something he had pilfered from the free hotel swag, which he took a nice long drink from in this small lull in the battle.

After that, he pulled out a small bag of peanuts, munching on them two at a time as he settled in for a long show.

Well lets see here....

First thing was that Kuroha had been inching his way backwards on the catwalk itself, having not been able to support his weight quite well under the pain of his right leg. However, he had gone far enough, in his opinion, as he watched Jose0Luis attempt to smash a corona bottle off the side of Oda's head. Around that point, where Jose would just miss, and Oda would begin his super-flying dodge thing, Kuroha had shifted the staff into his right hand, grabbed teh railing which was at his left, and pulled himself up off the ground as fast as he could. He would try to stay off of his right leg during this, but he had to let it endure a slight bit to support himself onto his left leg.

From there, Kichiro would have just stopped in mid-air, and would have begun the beginning steps of his attack, great, FIRE!. Kuroha, in unison, would be lifting and supporting his weight totally on his left leg, using the railing as a crutch of some sorts for his support. He was holding teh staff-spear so that its sharper edge was pinted down towards the ground. He'd shift its positioning to that of a javelin hold, keeping it above his shoulder, and his right arm slightly cocked back. Now, it would seem as if his appearing efforts were to be futile, but it was far more thought out.

Tactful Mind: In effect

Yes, very good...

Now came the flames that seemed to be forming. Ah flames...

It reminded him of his pillaging days back when he was a rouge ninja in the meiji province, when his original clan was in dismay. Those were the days...

Well whatever, Kuroha would begin to lean back, bringing his injured right leg back down ever so slowly, and he would ready for what would seem to be a most futile attack. But wait, what was this? Kuroha would watch on at the oddest of sites, keeping his aim and leaned position as steady as he could. Who the hell was this? Could it be? It is!!!!

Rain Yupa!!!

Both fighters and spectators would probably be surprised at Rain's sudden interference, but more so that it had been against his own teammate. Possibly a grudge from the fire attack from before, no?

Well, as fans watched that in awe, Kuroha would smile as he realized that Kichiro would be interrupted by this current event. He timed it, and went off....

Event time!: So, Kuroha had decided to go along and play this by ear, keeping an eye on every one of Kichiros movements. As soon as it was apparent that his flight would speed up towards his side, Kuroha would pull his right arm and hand back, pull hard forward against the railing with his left arm, and let loose the spear to fly on out for its intended destination, his upper body slightly draping over the railing after the throw. Yes, since the inside of the damn wasn't very wide, it was pretty easy to tell where someone would end up if they were to strafe off in the air, and since Kichiro was not exactly far from the catwalk itself, it made it even more of a likely Chance to be successful. If it was, Kichi would find an iron crude spear aimed to pierce right through him. The question was though, where? Probably somewhere around right shoulder, or just under the collar bone at the right most likely. Somewhere around there....

Edit'd in at 2:56 AM Pacific coastal time -8GMT:

Realizing he had just basically thrown away a good weapon, most likely to be destroyed avoided or not, he only had his Yosimoto in his defense. Now, if the attack of his didn't stop Kichiro from continuing on with his techniques, then he would need someway to dodge the apparent incoming fireballs. However, that would be deciphered in the next post of action. For now, the initiation charge for his Aura Cleansing would come about.

Charge 1

Feat Explanation Wrote:

Tactful Mind: Kurohas mind works at a high thinking capacity, granting him a 10% increase in a successful plan or action. This also means that he can plan ahead quite nicely...

Aura Cleansing Wrote:

Aura Cleansing

Kurohas Holy auras have a special property in which they can break down and destroy any and all magic auras, magic based attack, and magical defenses. His aura must be even or greater than the opposing charge length -# of charges- in order to destroy it however. This will nullify any effect a given aura, attack or defense has, and thus render it as if it were never existant.

Against auras, it has a plus effect. So long as Kurohas Aura cleansing stays active, it will hold off and nullify any opposing auras, whether they be poison magic, tainted or black magic, bloodline and negative energies, basically any aura known to the Gaian world. This, in turn makes the air clean and clear to breath, without any reprecautions what so ever.

Its only drawback, however, is that the energy accumulated to break down and destroy the opposing magics, energies or auras, is depleted equal to the amount of turns/charges put into the opponents own magic-based attack or defense...

-3/17-

Side-note: Since you never specified a direction of your dodge, I had to assume it was to your right side, Kurohas left side.[/quote]

Rain would snort, as Kichiro seemed distraught at Rain attempting to defend himself the way he did. They probably would have caught an awkward staredown eye-contact moment as Kichiro flew by, and on.

Standing up from the crouch he had landed in, he watched his teammate evade the javelin, and begin to build up the flames about him. He seemed... distressed.

"YOU BETTER NOT LIGHT ME ON..." Rain started, sneering at his airborne comrade. "... light me... on..." he suddenly said, eyes wide, pupils darting this way and that as a thought crossed his mind.

"Well, hell..." Rain muttered, facepalming. He had a pretty good idea what was going to be coming. Then he averted his gaze from Kichiro, over to somebody else...

Leaning forward in a sprinting motion, Rain would rocket across the base level of the Dam, over to where he had heard Kichiro shout to someone he apparently loved. Rain would then see the lady friend he noticed in the last match, watching the fight from within the Dam as well.

He would slow then stop beside Ray, grabbing ahold of her forearm. "We've got to go. It's not safe here anymore." he told her calmly. Though he wouldn't force her to go anywhere, he already made motions to get out of the immediate area.

Rain would nod, and lead her to preferrably higher/est ground, and cover as well. Enough so they could still observe the fight, but at a point where they could take shelter, or even get out of Dodge if Kichiro flipped.

It probably didn't even dawn on Rain that leaing Ray out by her hand might make Kichiro'ssituation worse, not better.

"Don't worry, we're not leaving your boyfriend. Not unless he forces us to." he would explain as he ran, but making sure not to go too fast and get Ray hurt.

Madden, in the meantime, would start laughing at Jose-Luis.

"BOOM! He pointed at me!"

Cue camera change to the sudden conflict and the resulting... series of misses, akin to all of the other strikes that had done nothing.

"Hey, if Mike Nolan is watching this, he might want to sign this guy as a running back! He just doesn't seem to ever get hit and when he does, he refuses to go down!"

Cue replay of all of the attempted hits, and the results.

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"ARE YOU A LIBERAL SISSY WHO LOVES THE ENVIRONMENT?"

Next would be an image of what appeared to be Al Gore burning the American flag while hugging a tree.

-graphic detail of George Bush running over Al Gore in a tank with Cheney firing a shotgun from on top-

HUMMER, FOR THOSE WHO LOVE JESUS AND AMERICA!

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"And back to the fight - what is Rain Yupa thinking here? A deep strategy or is this just plain payback?"

Rain had blamed Kichiro for the lightning gun fanning Kichi's flames towards him. Rain had blamed Kichiro, for waking from being knocked out, to see Matthew in trouble, while Rain only stood there, and did something to attempt to save him.

When Kichi had fallen asleep again, his wakening would be with Matthew's death. Rain was trying to kill the team.

Kichiro's dodges had been so difficult too.

A man swinging a blunt end of a spear up at his chin, while throwing a Sparta Kick between two swords.

Another stormed fast enough on a metal catwalk to get to Kichiro within ten seconds from the sidelines, after starting off the fight in front of him, and moving along the sidelines the entire time.

At the last, the man had thrown a spear down exactly where Kichiro was looking from after flying from the bottom of a large dam towards the top, only a retard would fly straight into it.

"This swordsman was a joke! Using a spear like a child, and both captains have attacked me! So now JUDGMENT!!!"

Kichiro's constant build of fire continued, while he continued back away from Kuroha over the turbines, and up towards the top of the dam. Before some concrete had been taken off the top, weakened the overall integrity of the dam, and workers had been trying their best to fix the damage too it.

Spirit Speak.- Wrote:

In communing with his mare, ShadowFox, Kichiro has learned how to communicate messages through his spirit. It basically functions the same as Telepathy.

Start Running.... NOW!!!

All of the spectators would feel a sudden message go into them, much like telepathy, giving them reason to book out of the Dam.

While Kuroha was limping with his maimed leg towards the stairs to level three, Kichi had flown towards the center of the dam away from it, and upwards. Kichiro blasted up passed level four, left hand down, with right hand upwards.

Careful to put one of the catwalks between himself and Rain as well, after the sudden act of betrayal.

A large fireball shot down into the center turbine, exploding, and causing breaks in the pumping from shrapnel and power meeting mechanical failures. Same time, a large fireball would punch through the weakened area at the top with another explosion, and large slabs of concrete would come slamming down against catwalks, and against other turbines.

The Chimagin himself had parts of shrapnel, support beams, and other things used to keep the top of the dam in tact coming to hit him. His skin was exposed wherever there wasn't armor, cuts, and blood running down before it was turned dark red from fire cauterizing the wounds.

Water would come crashing in through cracks from the explosions and structural damage at the top. Kichiro was at the top in a hole in the dam, while water rushed in around him, looking down at those who dared to surround and attack him.

Cameras would catch something of a yellow flame at the center of the dam from outside, with large amounts of steam flying off from when water hit his fire. Kichiro himself would be spinning in a fast 70mph spiral, fire continuing to build from him, while the dam was basically being blown up by him.

"BUUURRRRRRRRRNNNN!!!!!" -INFIDELS!!!!11!!!!!!111!!!

STRIKER - OFFENSIVE

Kichiro wasn't going to see whips, while spiraling at 70mph, in flames, while water and debri was crashing all around him. He'd sense Rain's spirit for what it was worth, but there was too much going on for him to really do anything about it. It was like, knowing of a pebble in a cluster ******** of steam, debri, and everything else.

Because of Kichiro's spiral, they wouldn't be able to get an exact grip on him, not like Rain had intended.

The one shooting for his torso would knock against either, one of the two tanto hilts protruding from either side of his hip at the back, or the two wakizashi sheathes from the front of his torso at either side. Kichiro would be knocked in his spiral towards one of the walls of water rushing in. The other would glance off his boot with its metal plates, doing a lot of brunt force damage, along with the electricity for its very brief glancing blow.

He'd scream in pain, the electricity from only glancing would be enough to hurt a bit, but the fact that he was knocked into the water turrent while covered in flames, made him get blasted with steam burns.

"You...." Kichiro just went with physics as steam blasted him back to where he was, continuing his spiral in a dam near pinball effect as he controlled his flight back to the center of the hole in the top of the dam, bloody and pissed he shouted back at Rain, "...will not kill ME!!!!"

The Chimagin roared, and he used the heat surrounding himself from the steam to help fuel his fire, and water would spiral around the fire cyclone that had just gotten a jump start. Kichiro was a man that had used fire all his life, he was use to the burns, and use to the pain.

For the past three days, he had nothing but sleep and food along with white mage heals. In the previous fight, he'd been sleep deprived and weak.

With everyone out to get him, Kichiro was bringing the Dam down, and he'd dam not being going with it.

So Ray had run, like he had told her to. Grabbing people by the hands when they lagged or had fallen behind. The water didn't bother her, neither did the damn falling apart. It was her not being able to watch the fight that had taken place.

And why the hell would Kichiro be pissed?

For that matter.

Why was the team against one another?

Stupid rivals.

"I guess Kichiro really is pissed. I wonder if he'll take it out on me." Grinning, the kappa would continue to run, her smile growing bigger and bigger.

Maybe she'd get to see that wulf man again.

And then Kichiro's hallucination ended.

He'd blown up a turbine in the generator room. The generator would be turned off to avoid damaging it any further. No shrapnel would go flying, because Kichiro's 'candle fire' balls would not be enough to knock holes in the several dozen meters of concrete between him and the outside world.

Some debris would fall, from the catwalks and chipped pieces of concrete, but no one here had the power necessary to blast holes in these walls.

No one.

Fire? Water? Shrapnel?

Kichiro was throwing the fire.

Shrapnel was flying off from the things Kichiro struck, or all the panic that ensued afterwards.

And the water? Internal plumbing. Even dams have bathrooms, and there are still pipes that can rupture when people start blasting randomly at walls and machinery.

There was a tap on Kichiro's right shoulder.

"Attacks directed at the stands. Kichiro Oda. Red Card."

The Judge produced a soggy, red slip of paper and smacked it onto Kichi's forehead; it was plenty sticky with all the toilet water and reservoir water that had poured into the area through the pipes.

"Did you bring your water wings?"

Then Kichiro would suddenly find himself SUPLEXED over the railing and down into the pool of water that had grown in the bottom of the Generator Room from all the pipes Kichiro had burst when flinging fire everywhere.

"...because you're OUTA HERE! Kichiro Oda! Blue Card!"

And a blue roll of toilet paper was hurled at his head.

Turning to the cameras, the Judge shouted boldly the declaration on match conditions.

"Kuroha has fled the scene. His fight is forfeited. Kichiro is disqualified. His fight is forfeited. Double KO."

[ Level Three - Railing ]

Synonymous with Jose's awe-inspiring and Grammy Award winning speech, Chance offered a similar statement.

He pumped his right arm. "Yes!" His head nodded in agreement.

"Righteous."

It was that awesome.

"Wow..."

Mass Hysteria, hallucinations, the formation of a rivalry that should prove to make the lodging situation very interesting, just like a nice old style Tragedy. Somehow he had even avoided the shrapnel and fire. Probably because he was Out of the Way, trying to hide from anyone that would bother him and not chilling out with Rain.

So many people had fled though that he was left nearly alone on the walk he had taken up. With a shrug of his shoulders he munched down on his snackfood again, awaiting the next part of the pyrotechnics show.

"My fight wasn't near that colorful..." he muttered to himself.

Rain would tuck and roll at the last moment before impacting the ground, coming up with a fancy, albiet slightly painful tumble. He would look up, afraid of seeing Kichiro release some sort of ultimate attack.

Only to see him get suplexed by the Judge, and blue-carded out of the tournament. Rain really expected to feel disappointed by that, but after what just happened, he couldn't disagree that it was for the best.

Dusting himself off, he would look around, seeing his sunglasses had falled off and broke from all the hullabaloo. Nearby, lay his pair of cables, strung out over the ground, having not been able to latch onto Kichiro. He would walk over, pick up one and hold it to one bracer, muttering the verbal command to reattach it, then repeating with the other. Finally, he would order them to retract, pulling them back into the bracers, before he would sigh, and look over at the three members of team Pwn't.

Looking over his shoulder at Matthew, he frowned, before turning and approaching the three members of that team. Being at least 4 inches taller and 20-60 lbs heavier than any of their members, he would be considered somewhat of a big dude.

Which made things that much more awkward when he would suddenly get on his knees, and bow before the three of them.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that we've dishonored your fighter, and your team. It wasn't supposed to be this way. I'm... sorry." he would repeat one last time. He would then sit up on his knees, still frowning, but directing his attention towards Jose-Luis.

"There's not much I can do to salvage this experience for you, I'm afraid. But the least I can offer is, for the next match, you may set any conditions for it, and I will agree to them. Anything you want."

[ Level Three - Railing ]

Chance was up and away from the rest of the team, as well as Yupa. "I think we should just get going already!" he called from above, leaning over the railing.

"Come on! Crowds want to see some blood, sweat, and tears!" Matthew would have called out from his position. If it weren't for the fact he still didn't want to draw attention to himself. So no, he didn't speak. But instead finished off his drink, crumpled up the bag of peanuts, and squirreled them away in his jacket for later disposal.

Time to see if El Capitan could live up to his title.

[ 1 ]

[ Level Three - Beside Railing ]

Chance turned to watch Yupa rise from the lower levels.

Some time passed, and Vice-Captain met Captain. Hazel hues looked down to Yupa's hand. Empty. A brief shake was allowed before Chance backed away, twisting and twirling the crowbar in his left hand.

The same maniacal grin seen in his previous match resurfaced. A flash of gapped pearly whites, and he was off.

Chance leaned forward and ducked down. The curved sharp prongs of the crowbar were faced away, leaving a blunt instrument to deal with. A horizontal strike across the gut, more precisely the ribcage. It came in the form of a backswing, right to left.

[ Crowbar: Drawn ]

[ 2 ]

Chance stumbled back with his teeth clenched. The hard uppercut had merely woken him. Though the first hit had actually helped him, following strikes would prove detrimental to his health.

With a similar grip as before, Chance lifted the base of the steel level with his head and swung right to left, diagonally with the prongs following. God willing, Rain would feel the sting of cold steel on the side of his neck.

The reach Chance currently held was far beyond Yupa's. A significant advantage.

"Go Rain! Molest him with yer RoboTentacles!"

Said some faceless fan from the crowds with bright violet punk styled hair and several piercings.

Matthew shook his head at that and pulled out his next 'snack'. Looked like a polish dog loaded up with toppings wrapped in that nice foil he was currently unraveling.

{Level 3}

As Rain had stepped forward with his left, Chance's right foot would rise, and stomp down on the top of his kneecap. A blow that would normally shatter a man's knee if delivered right. But Rain was not normal.

The crushing blow would hurt like a b***h, but Rain's secondary endoskeleton, steel-alloyed self would help cushion the blow; plus, Rain was just stepping down when the kick was delivered (a la "just before Rain's arrival"), so he was hardly braced enough on it for the damage to be critical. Stomping on something still airborne isn't as dangerous as something landborne, after all. So, for the time being, Rain's kneecap would remain intact.

However, the applied, continued pressure to Rain's leg wouldn't help things any. Despite the height advantage, Chance's leg reach would be greater than Rain's arm reach, so he would be unable to snag him for that Flurry-Of-Headbutts monk class ability. Plus, if the man leaned forward, that would probably snap Rain's knee like a twig.

In combat, priorities change; so foregoing the headbutts, Rain would instead grab the edges of Chance's foot with both hands, hooking the tips of his fingers beneath the man's shoe. And with an impressive feat of strength, Rain's muscles would buldge momentarily as he would force the foot and leg up and off his braced left. This would send Chance reeling back hopefully, giving time for Rain to back up himself. Though obviously favoring his left leg now.

3/17

[ 4 ]

Chance continued his downward pressure until Rain leaned down to grab his foot. Before his fingers could even wrap around it, his knee skyrocketed. With any luck Rain would face a devastating knee strike to the throat, since he hadn't looked down. That was a potential KO right there.

Over eight-hundred pounds of force can be placed into a knee strike from the average man. Imagine that force pressed onto a man's throat.

Chance hopped backwards clearing the distance. That could be the end, right there.

[ 5 ]

Given that the knee was not successful, Chance did not hop back. Instead, he pressed on. Far before Rain had activated his steel tentacles, Chance lurched forward to capitalize on the petty evasion his opponent had enacted.

"You're mine." he said, mid-flight. The familiar glint of steel was found in the clutches of his right hand, slipped from his gloves.

With the distance between them now closed, and Rain's backward tumble still partially complete, Chance issued a slash with his right hand as Rain began to stand upright. The small razor in his hand was aimed to cut his opponent right down the middle of the face. From lip to forehead, between the eyes. Superficial damage of course. Meanwhile his left hand hung back, crowbar in tow.

Finally blood. Finally.

[ Crowbar: Drawn - Left hand ]

[ Razorblade: Drawn - Right hand ]

[ 6 ]

[ Level Three ]

With his continual push forward, Chance paused, only for a moment. Blood sprayed upward, covering both men. The familiar maniacal grin formed. Red on white. His right foot rose in what seemed like slow motion and in the same style popular in Sparta. Chance kicked.

Time normal to the realm of Gaia was restored. Chance dodged to his right as a whip cut him across his left arm. He gasped in pain as the leather of his jacket gave way and flesh was wrought from his body. "Gah!" His right shoulder slammed into the concrete wall. Chance used it to push himself into the air, and did a remarkable side flip with a half twist over the railing to a smoking turbine down below.

He miscalculated.

His feet slammed hard into the concrete, near thirty feet below him. Immediately his knees gave way and the brunt of the impact was funneled through his left arm.

CRACK!

"Argh!" screamed the man, writhing in agony and clutching his ruined limb. "God..." He sucked on his teeth, his face turning red.

He continued to squirm on the concrete floor. Blood pooling from his left. Chance breathed deep, looking up to the third level where Rain was most likely just starting to rise. He'd fallen to the base.

The crowbar that was once clutched in his left hand skidded to the far side of the catwalk on the third level, just below its owner, Jose. The razor was still in Chance's very capable hands.

[ Base Level ]

[ Crowbar: Discarded ]

[ Razor: Drawn - Right hand ]

[ 7 ]

[ Base Level ]

Things That Are Good To Know Wrote:

Unfortunately for Rain, Chance was out of range. The distance from level three to the base level was an agreed thirty feet. That meant that if Chance had been lying directly below his opponent, the bracers could reach him. But Chance was not directly below Rain. He was thirty feet below him, also nearly fifteen feet away from the rails he had leapt over. That and he was behind a very large turbine.

Rain was going to have to come down in order to receive his lickin'.

Again, unfortunately for Rain, Chance had sliced him good. From lip to forehead as said. Given that facial tissue is not very thick, one could safely assume that the razor could have easily cut into the bone (Or cartilage of the nose). Rain's nose would be nearly split in two, as would his lip, and forehead. The forehead was of major concern. Especially because blood would drip down through his eyes. Speech would be impeded, what with the mutilation of the lower and upper lip.

In an act of defiance, Chance flipped Rain the bird. "I should ask you the same thing! You don't look too good yourself!" he called up.

Chance rolled over to his right shoulder and slowly got to his feet, his back against the turbine. Blood flowed freely from the gash in his twisted, beaten arm. It hung there like an empty husk, dripping wet.

[ Razor: Drawn - Right Hand ]