Throven vs Shigekuni

Rounin Kuro Wrote:

Shigekuni Genryusai - Destiny Awaits

Clack, clack clack. the steady sound of wood hitting the ground resounds outward from beyond the doors of the Crimson Hawk Kitchen as the first fighter approaches the area. it was here that this one was scheduled to meet his preliminary opponent for the Heaven or Hell tournament. long had this moment been anticipated. he imagined there would be cameras hidden throughout the area to record the events and allow the spectators to watch what unfolded even in these before hand bouts to see which teams would move on to the actual tournament and all the glory that was to be held there. with a sudden stop to the sound of wood upon the ground the doorway into the kitchen was pushed open, revealing this fighter and allowing him access to what would be the arena for this match.

In that doorway stood a man of six feet in height, nothing to scoff at surely, but it was an average height as far as the gaian population was concerned. with the two teethed wooden geta upon his feet however he rose to a full height of six foot four inches, a height that could intimidate if one allowed it to. from the waist down this male was clad in a black hakama, the silk like material flowing down elegantly to his ankles, revealing only the wooden geta upon his bare feet below it. if one looked closely enough, they would see that the geta held a few scars of their own, a couple of notches here and there as if the thick wooden footwear had been used to actually block incoming strikes or been blocked by bladed weapons. up from the waist this man wore nothing, no clothes to hide his muscled and toned torso.

The scars he had, and weapons he wore were all quite visible. from the right side of his neck down to his mid stomach area on the right side was a large section of metal, burn marks showing how it had been grafted into his flesh in such a way that it could not be willingly or forcefully removed; not without extreme measures anyhow. the shoulder area of this metal seemed like armor, almost like a pauldron that a knight or adventurer might wear. this was the housing system for his right arm, the arm that wasn't quite as real as the rest of him. that arm, if one didn't know better could easily be mistaken for the real thing. there were no joint seems, no marks of metal on the arm, all of that was covered in flesh toned polymers to keep the appearance of normalcy. without close inspection, the housing system just seemed to be a strange armor melded to the flesh.

On the male's left hip he wore not one, but two separate weapons. the first of these weapons was a katana of special make, one he called Danzetsu. Danzetsu takes the form of a long katana, totaling three feet, two inches in length. the blade of the weapon totals twenty-nine inches or two feet five inches in length, being composed of an experimental metal dubbed soul-steel by Tamashī no baransu's research and development division. the blade itself is charred black in color except for the blades edge which shines silver in the light. the guard of the weapon takes the form of the endless knot in a golden hue. the hilt of the weapon extends down a nine inches from the guard and is black in color to match the blade of the weapon. when not in use the blade is kept in a gold colored sheathe.

The second of the weapons was worn just below the first, this one a bit different though very similar. this weapon was one he simply referred to as Ishiki. Ishiki takes the form of a wooden katana totaling thirty-eight inches in length [3'2''] from the tip of the weapon to the end of the hilt. the blade of the weapon totals twenty-eight and a half inches in length [2'41/2'']. this leaves the weapon with a nine and a half inch hilt [0'9'']. the weapon itself, unlike most has no guard to it and the hilt is wrapped in a black cloth wrapping for a superb grip.

On the male's right hip was another weapon, this one worn next to a simple bag. it was a bit shorter than the two katanas but it served its own purpose. this weapon he called Kusari-Kireme. Kusari-Kireme takes the appearance of a short double edged sword, totaling a foot and a half in length. the blade itself coming in at one foot in length, silver in color and composed of high-grade steel. the hilt of the weapon is six inches in length and composed of wood with carved hand grooves for a superb grip. this simple weapon serves as a backup weapon in case Shige's primary one is knocked from his grasp or lost; or simply can't be properly used due to the close proximity of combat.

With a step forward into the kitchen the door would shut behind him, the sound of its closing mixing with that of the clack from his geta against the non-slip tile floor. teal eyes glowing softly as they gazed about the kitchen, taking in the surrounding as the male moved deeper into this would be arena. left hand lifted as he passed by a rack of pots and pans hanging above one of the stoves, brushing lightly against the objects causing them to rattle against each other for a moment, the racket loud in his ears. with a brush of his brown hair with that same hand before letting it drop he would turn and face the door. seeming to have been the first one arriving for his match he'd wait patiently. at least he assumed he was the first one to arrive, having not seen anyone within the kitchen in his brief look around.

"A kitchen seems like a strange place for a match... but I've fought in strange places before I guess"

The tone of the words was soft, the moderately deep voice reverberating through the air as the self intended words left him. what would be in store for this once proud fighter? only time could tell.

The sound of rapid footsteps was heard after the clanking of pots and pans had ceased for the time being. teal blue eyes turned to the doorway as the Dwarve made his way into the kitchen in a rush. the way he moved, even in all that armor was like that of a being possessed. it was clear from what he was watching that this one had come here first and foremost in search of food. the tall Japanese warrior just turned his body to watch as the one before him rummaged through the fridge in search of something to eat, finding only condiments that was thrown out like yesterdays leftovers. a raised eyebrow was the only reaction to this. in all honesty though he couldn't blame the one before him, he'd react the same way if he was in desperate need for food.

With a lift of the male's left hand he glanced to the FIGHTER attached to his wrist there and realized quickly that by the basic info provided this was his opponent to be for the preliminary round. arm lowered once more as the male before him turned to notice his presence in the kitchen. still, the time given allowed Shige to study the Dwarven man just a bit in order to get some idea of how he would combat him. one thing was clear though, height would not be a true advantage for him in this situation. when Throven smiled at him in that awkward way he just let out a slight chuckle, the deep sound reverberating from his lips and echoing from the acoustics of the kitchen that they were in.

"I'm just fine... and I believe so.. you Throven?"

The question was somewhat rhetorical, since the FIGHTER gave him that much basic info. he just couldn't be aware of what this one was capable of, nor could the one before him know too much about what he could do. that's what he was able to gather from the little information the object on his left wrist gave him about each other competitor he looked up. but hell for all he knew he just wasn't working it right. Shige had never been too good with technology. the best thing he had in that regards was his arm, and it was enough mix of magical styled tech that he didn't even consider it to be true technology.

Clack! a sudden sound from the wooden geta hitting the tile floor would resound as the male began to step around the center island of what was stoves and counter space for food preparation; certain to keep part of the counter between himself and the one he was about to face. this was enough to expose the full left side of Shige's body to the Dwarven male while keeping the lower half of his right side hidden. in doing this his right hand would reach down in order to pluck the one and a half foot double edged dagger from the leather strap at his right hip. it was the shortest of his three weapons, but out of all of them, it was likely going to be the one best suited to fight in this kitchen. if needed though there seemed to be plenty of makeshift weapons around that he could use.

"Let's get started, shall we?"

In this time it would have been enough for Throven to confirm his identity to the warrior and prepare himself. if he hadn't taken that time to do so however then he would have to be quick about his next actions. with a step to the left another sound from wood against tile would resound and reveal that the man now held that double edged shortblade in his right hand, fingers curled around the wooden handle within the grooves made just for his hands. a push with the feet forward would then be given, right foot leading as the male made an attempt to start toward his opponent. at the last moment though, knife would not be used and instead right foot would lift just high enough to be sent in a forward kick, one that would be aimed at the male's chest. he had never fought a Dwarf before, but it would definitely be an interesting experience.

[1/10]

His name was butchered by Throven, but it was a difficult name for some to pronounce. in addition to that he had picked up a bit of the dialect of the Dwarf, learning that he seemed to pronounce most words in an odd way; odd for Shige at least. even so this wouldn't deter the male's train of thought from the battle at hand. his mind was focused on that and that alone. the time for talk had come to an end and the dance had begun. even as Shige approached the smaller male he shuffled backward and grabbed his shield. the reaction was not unexpected, but the way it came was a little off, almost as if he had nearly caught his opponent unaware.

As geta clad foot moved up and forward into that kicking motion the opponent had positioned his shield in the way of the strike and blocked it. this caused the sturdy and thick wooden footwear to collide with violent force against the shield. there was something lacking from that kick though, even before a reverse in force was applied. there was no follow through with the strike. as the forward shuffle by his opponent was taken the male let that energy push his right foot back, using that action to keep balance and slam right foot onto the ground with a thud. this caused a shift in his position, putting right behind left and shifting his own body to the right so that left side was facing Throven. the Dwarven male was indeed sturdy, but he too would feel the sturdiness of the ex shinigami. the male was heavier and harder to push than he seemed. only looking to weigh in at one-hundred and eighty pounds his actual weigh in came in at three-hundred due to his skeletal structure being entirely composed of a metal known as spirit steel.

[contains profile skeletal structure info]

show spoilerhide spoilerSpirit Steel Skeletal Reconstruction: Upon his body being nearly destroyed, mainly his torso Shige had to undergo experimental treatments during his healing. these treatments replaced his entire skeletal structure with spirit steel versions of his bones. this drastically increased the man's natural weight but also increased his durability, akin to high grade steel, when it comes to attacks upon his body. the spirit steel, tied to his soul makes it weightless for him, much like a normal skeletal structure is seemingly weightless to the body. this offers some increased protection to his body and organs, at the cost of speed due to the weight of the skeletal structure.

As foot collided with ground the Dwarf would swing his waraxe at Shige a few times. with the new stance that was taken Shige would bend at the knees and jump back a good foot to make sure the incoming strikes were dodged. first and foremost he was a trained combatant in hand to hand and swordplay. as such what he did only came natural to him. teal eyes glancing downward toward the eyes of the opponent during his final swing of the waraxe. it was then that the male's right hand would shoot forward with an underhand throw, releasing the foot and a half long knife from his grip during that motion. he wasn't an expert knife thrower by any means, but he did know a couple things by watching his son and wife train with the objects. likely a miss his intent was to hit the male in his exposed arm during that last swing.

On the retraction of his right hand Shige would do something without thinking. brushing his fingers across the knobs that were positions across the front face of the stove. this would of course turn the stove top and the oven on high and cause the heat within the kitchen to start to rise. without room to draw a sword though, Shige instead used his left hand to reach out and grab a cast iron skillet from above the stove, the action causing a few other pans to fall down on the soon to be hot stove top with a clatter of noise. this would perhaps provide a bit of fiery entertainment later in the match. but for now Shige would be wielding a skillet much like one would a mace, single handed and crossed out in front of his chest. his kind mentality had shifted and dropped. the cruel side of the warrior was going to come out in this fight.

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THWAK!

Knife was embedded into the shield when Throven blocked it, it wasn't the best result in Shige's eyes but it was better than the thing being cast off for him to attempt to find later on after the match was over. with the blade stuck in the defensive item he would have a chance or two to get it back during the match if things played out properly for him. the roar was cast by the Dwarf as he charged Shige while the male retrieved that cast iron skillet from above the stove. nothing had stopped him from turning on the stoves on the retraction of his right hand so that is what occurred. with the stove tops on high the steel would begin to heat up at a rapid pace. the other cookery scattered about on the stove would begin to get heated as well, if one could get a grip on one of those items it could serve them well as a weapon.

Throven reached Shige as intended, his goal was to trap Shige and pin him down. while that would have been ideal, nothing was ever ideal in a battle, something Shige knew all to well. The Dwarven opponent wasn't the only one with military training. living for almost seven hundred years now, Shige had garnered over a couple centuries of military time in addition to his personal training. using the height difference to his advantage since the opponents head would have been about chest level Shige would attempt to sling the cast iron skillet at Throven's head, chucking it downward in an attempted attack. this was not the only action the male was taking however. mind working on overdrive he had a plan in head just as his opponent had reached him.

Once the skillet was released from his grip left hand would have kept moving in attempt to grab the hilt of the knife he had thrown with his right hand. if he grabbed it, it wouldn't yet be for the purpose of pulling it free. his aim was going to be to hinder the shield and gain a bit of ground all at the same time; perhaps even freeing the knife in the process of that move. right hand would lung forward regardless of success or failure, aimed to hit the shield dead center with something beyond an ordinary punch, he was using his force for a move simply known as Ikkotsu.

Abilities/moves coming into play within spoiler

show spoilerhide spoilerIkkotsu: This powerful punch focuses ones will into a single fist. if the move connects it has the power to shatter through a foot of solid concrete or dent solid steel. upon contact with the body this punch can break bones. (if done with the right arm it has more force; akin to a mace rather than a fist) near the immediate area of contact. this punch can also send an opponent back a few feet even if blocked.

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Enhanced Strength: This comes from the training and physical demands of being a shinigami. even with powers now lost Shige has an increased strength giving him greater prowess in combat. This strength gives him the capability to lift up to 200lbs with little effort. he can lift 500lbs with focus on the task and 1000lbs by dedicating himself to that task alone; doing as such will greatly tire the man afterwords though.

Enhanced Weight: In addition to the enhanced duriblity the combat arm also boast an enhanced weight in comparison to the left arm. this enhanced weight allows the arm to swing with heavier force than the left; akin to being hit with a mace rather than a fist. this is achieved by filling the areas of flesh that look to be increased muscle mass with more of the spirit metal that the arm is made of; making it weigh more than average and giving it more bulk to be put into the swings.

"HYAH!!"

Would be the sound echoing from Shige's lips at the release of his will into that artificial arm for the punch. his true motive was not only to free his knife if possible, due to him possibly having a grip on the weapon, but to send his foe backward and possibly damage if not outright break the shield. he wanted that shield at least damaged to be of less use against him. it was that item and that item alone that had kept him at bay thus far and protected Throven. in the ex-shinigami's eyes that mean that specific layer of protection had to be dealt with. if entirely successful with the attempted maneuvers a sigh would be given from his lips, the exhale of breath a sign that he was enjoying the battle merely because he had to use things he wasn't planning on going into it.

Wall was to his left, little space behind him before another wall, but if he was forced back enough regardless of what he attempted, there would be opening to his right, the same opening he came through to begin with coming aorund that center island of stoves and counters. one could not say that he didn't pay attention to his surroundings.

[3/10]

The shield did present a problem with fighting his opponent, Shige had never gone against one before in battle so it was something entirely new for him to adapt to and work around. when the cast iron skillet was released from his left hand his body was still presented with left side out, front facing the stoves and back facing the wall. this is what gave him the needed area to deliver a strong punch even with his opponent up so close to him. as knife was grabbed from the shield that was raised up above Throven's head and punch was about to be thrown, in the process of moving forward with the fist and turning his body actually, a sudden strike was delivered by the Dwarven warrior; an underhand slash toward his left hip.

Flesh was struck by the attack, the blade digging into and biting down into his skin, ripping and tearing the flesh from that spot as it entered his skin. rather than the sound of weapon sinking into bone though, it would resound with the sound of steel being struck as the axe collided with his hip bone. with his remade metal skeletal structure the axe would not find itself stuck in bone, but merely against another unknown metal in the ex-shinigami's body. if Throven was able to pick up on the sound through everything going on he would be the first of the tournament to have clue at noting what lay under the Japanese man's skin.

Related Profile Stuff.

show spoilerhide spoilerEnhanced Durability: This comes from simply being a shinigami at one point. even with the powers now lost Shige has an enhanced durability. this durability makes Shige's skin slightly tougher than normal, akin to a thin leather rather than skin. this durability also makes him take pain better than most; grinning and bearing it rather than screaming out in pain for normal wounds.

Spirit Steel Skeletal Reconstruction: Upon his body being nearly destroyed, mainly his torso Shige had to undergo experimental treatments during his healing. these treatments replaced his entire skeletal structure with spirit steel versions of his bones. this drastically increased the man's natural weight but also increased his durability, akin to high grade steel, when it comes to attacks upon his body. the spirit steel, tied to his soul makes it weightless for him, much like a normal skeletal structure is seemingly weightless to the body. this offers some increased protection to his body and organs, at the cost of speed due to the weight of the skeletal structure.

"HYAAAAAHHHHH!!!"

Even with the waraxe biting into his flesh and hitting his bone the male wouldn't lose what opportunity he had been given. gritting his teeth an extra bit of aggression was put into the battle sound coming from his throat. that powerful punch known as Ikkotsu still was on its way to impact Throven as he collided his body with Shige's. at the moment of impact the two would be chest to chest stance wise. instead of aiming to hit shield with the punch though because of the lifted position of the shield and the fact that Shige had his knife gripped that was still attached to the object this punch would instead be aimed to collide with Throven's face and helmet about the time he would be pushed back into the table directly behind him.

With the hectic stream of actions being delivered his punch would still be thrown like intended, though it would lose some of its power and all the follow through that had been intended. still, being hit with the heavy right arm in the face with a willed punch of power was going to hurt if not break a couple bones in the Dwarf's face during impact. due to being shoved back though Shige would stumble, spine wrecking against the metal table with an audible crack that worked up his spine irregardless of what happened to Throven due to the punch. if knife was yanked from the shield because of all this it would be dropped with a clatter to the floor, Shige's left hand shooting to his hip to apply some pressure onto the freshly opened wound.

Body facing straight forward and hunched slightly, teal eyes would determine the damage and position of Throven. sweat beading on the male's forehead and dripping down, almost getting into his eyes as drops fell to the floor. in all of this the ovens and stoves had not been turned off yet. being set on high and the vents not on the kitchen temperature would start to rise steadily but quickly. while mildly uncomfortable for Shige, it might have had a greater effect on his foe, who was clad in all that metal armor.

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Shige's bones were stronger than most, providing him with a hidden layer of protection that most wouldn't see or even think about going into battle against him. this bones also allowed his body to keep the illusion of weight by sight alone, looking at him you only perceived what his weight might be, most guess coming in at one-hundred and seventy to two-hundred and ten pounds. the actual weight of the man because of those bones though was much higher, causing him to lock those scales in at three hundred pounds; a weight that surprised some until they learned why. those spirit steel bones were not unbreakable though, with the right amount of pressure, a bend in the right way or just repeated hits to a single location they would eventually give way and either bend making his movements much more awkward or shatter completely, causing more injury than he could imagine at the current time.

His opponent was smart though to not take the punch directly to the open face area of his helmet, instead shifting his head so that the impact was located around the top and side of the helmet, likely just over Throven's left temple. due to the injury sustained during the punch attempt though it wasn't quite as powerful as it should have been originally. still he was able to daze and confuse his foe just a little bit, and that is what mattered at the current moment. with waraxe coming down toward his left hand though he had just enough time to let go of his precious knife before the impact of the axe so that he could slip his hand back just as the thunk occurred against the ox hide shield.

Heat continued to rise in the kitchen, more sweat pouring off of Shige's body by the moment as the stoves caused the temperature shift within the current arena. slick with the sweat Shige would be a bit harder to grapple than one would normally be without these conditions. but he didn't think his opponent was the type to resort to grappling, not with the kinds of weapons and armor he had with him. if left hand still let go of that shield and an elbow was attempted Shige would shift his right arm to pull back and cross over his chest, letting the elbow impact his artificial flesh and the metal underneath. this would reveal just a bit more about how 'less than real' Shige was compared to most beings. his artificial parts and pieces had begun to make a majority of the man in recent months.

With left hand free from the attempted trap Shige would use it to pull open a nearby drawer and rummage through the contents, looking to grab hold of something that he could use as another makeshift weapon. his hope was for a knife, but he knew that he would likely only have a second or two of searching before he'd have to defend from his opponent's attacks once more. this would be done in spite of his injury, leaving left hip bleeding and exposed. that injury while mild, would still slow him down a bit more. if things didn't start going more his way in this fight, he'd have to think about unleashing his trump card.

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((Forgot to add the dice roll, and it won't let me edit one in.

Rollin'..

EDIT: ...YES! SUCCESS!))

FWASH In a brilliant display of obnoxious colors, the spell erupted from Throven's elbow, leaving Shige debilitated and wide open for Throven's next attack. And with a sudden roar, Throven ripped the Dwarven-Waraxe off of his shield, bringing it around into a fierce axe-smash.

"AH-HA," exclaimed the fighter, a sense of satisfaction in finally dealing a decent hit. He could tell from the blow that his hand wasn't going to be very usable. Or at least, it shouldn't, but these "magics usehs" were tricky fellows.

"********!", exclaimed Shige. He really must have taken the hit hard, huh?

"Felleh's angreh now, eh?", said Throven in his head. He knew his Mommy would be proud of-

The superhuman strength of the knee made contact into Throven's stomach, causing him to lurch forward in pain and stumble back two feet. Pushing back Throven was not an easy feat: he was a 210 pound man with mostly muscle, and a 4'7", his weight had a very low center of gravity. On top of that, he was specifically trained to keep his ground. But some hits were just pretty decent, especially against those daydreaming in the middle of a fight.

"Yeh stupid-," began Throven before regaining his composure. The remark likely came off as being intended for Shige, when in fact it was meant for himself. He wasn't too happy at the moment.

The Dwarve saw Shige stumble to his right, attempting to make distance. Throven instinctively let go of the Dwarven-Waraxe, the item hanging onto his wrist by string, and reached for one of the throwing axes on his belt. Lifting it above his head, he saw Shige began to charge something.

"I need'deh enddis," he mumbled to himself. He reckoned he should use a spell, since that what the guy was doing right in front of him. Without any more hesitation, the axe began to glow a brilliant blue. Throven brought his right hand down, throwing the weapon at Shige's outstretched right hand.

Assuming the axe made contact and his spell didn't fizz out, the surreal glass shattering sound of the spell's activation would resound through the room. A scorching ball of flames would produce from the weapon and extend out a foot from its point of contact, likely setting Shige on fire. The Pyroburst was weaker than its normal use. Casting through a long distance weapon tended for this to happen. The damage he would take from this was minumal, but at this point there would be no possible way for Shige to retain the concentration he needed for the charge. Throven would then run around the center stoves to Shige in what would be intended as a final assault.

And if he failed? Throven would exclaim in anger, ducking under his shield and trying to close distance. Yeah, a lot was at stake.

~Magics left: 6/10~

[6/10]

"....SHET!"

Yes, Throven used a very bad word, and his Mommy was going to be very upset with him. But none of that really mattered, because his great idea turned out to utterly fail, and he needed to run. He moved to his right, trying to get around the stoves in between the combatants.

Then he realized! "Shiggeh just dodged 'et," thought the Dwarve to himself. "Just duck!"

BOOM! Throven's plan evidently failed, as the sphere of energy made contact with him. Although he wasn't going to get burnt because there was no exposed bare flesh anywhere below his neck, he was getting seriously hurt. He flew through the air, smashing into the wall on his right.

"AAAAH WHAT'DA 'ELL!" His head, already suffering from a concussion, was hurting enough that not even he could ignore it. If he didn't have his helmet, he might even be dead. His right collar bone had cracked: he wasn't going to be using his arm much anymore. A few cuts small bled from his face, and underneath his clothing he had numerous bruising throughout his body. He looked down to see his ox-hide shield split into several large pieces. He took a deep breath, calming down. "Realleh made that thing strong..." thought the worn out fighter.

"I hate magics," he muttered to himself. In most situations, a normal man would be done. But Throven was a Dwarve. Their endurance allows them to fight through absurd amounts of pain and come out on top. Yes, he was badly damaged, dazed, and disabled on one side, but he'd still keep going.

Throven noticed his breathing was heavier than usual. He was a bit surprised, because he could go on a (slow) sprint for miles and not get exhausted.

"Why? I onleh wanned breakfest..."

He then noticed he hadn't heard much from his opponent. "Oh YEH! THEH FIGHT!" Throven jumped to his feet with a surge of adrenaline, ready to go again-

"AHHH!" Hid body erupted in pain, and he dropped himself against the wall. His hand pressed against his shoulder, squeezing it. He panted for a few seconds, but his rapid breathing subsided shortly after.

The Dwarve was very distraught. He gazed around the area for his opponent, and sure enough, found him sitting against the wall struggling to rise.

"...DID I WIN?" He grinned.

But the Dwarve realized that the fight may not quite be over yet. He grabbed a throwing axe on his belt, making his way toward Shige.

~Magics left: 6/8~

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