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I'm up for fighting whoever right now...
I'm going to use Krimson Azure who is my newest character and I have to test run him so I can upgrade on flaws I discover during battle 
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It is the year 2003... Everest is rather quiet, and the only being upon this grand bulk of rock is Krimson Azure. He stands there, still as a rock, watching the sun rise. Throughout the many years since he died, he has visited Everest many times, sometimes believing it to truly be a Mount Olympus, a home of the Gods, in its own respect.
Many times I have come since my death, and almost nothing has changed...
The air was cool, and in his human form he could feel it breeze against his skin, causing his blood to cool and entrap him in peace. Now the brown eyes were blue, but they stayed this way for only a moment. Far away, he could feel anger. This sparked in him chaos. His body started collapsing into various particles to which the air took up like its own. And on the winds of this great mountain, Azure flew down towards the city of Geneva. There he found two men already trading blows, apparently over the fact that one of them had drunk more than the other.
The living are odd...
He tried to hold himself back as more blood spilled from the mouths and noses of these two men, however he could not hold it anymore. The crowd around them was trying to break up this act of violence, and the only thing that could stop that was Krimson. He materialized just as the police arrived, each particle of his body coming together piece by piece. The people around his now incarnated body gasped in terror, and some started trying to flee. As for the two men who started the fight, they were now just staring at Krimson with dead eyes, not knowing if they should take to flight as well. The blows to their faces that came from the very much real fist of Azure killed them almost instantly. They were weak already from their own traded blows, which made it all too easy to knock them out of their puny lives. Next came the men in blue shirts, who's duty it was to protect the civilians. Ten men tried as hard as they could to hold down the behemoth named Azure, but they were flung off onto buildings on the two sides of the spirit, so strong in fact that the bodies bounced off of the buildings like a basketball off of the backboard. After seeing this, their fellow protectors scuttled off without a second thought. Azure's eyes raged red, but were beginning to cool down.
What? No more?
It was truly disappointing how people gave up... Krimson let out a sigh as he let the brown come back into his eyes. This section of the city was now empty... But yet, he sensed somebody... He knew not who it was, but the scent had potential. Azure waited patiently, hoping the being would come closer still.
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(does 10 attacks each sound ok to you?)
Yoshimuriko stood calmly in a now quiet town, on a quiet road. Nothing could be heard, the whole town had emptied, maybe they were alerting a higher force, but at the moment nothing was going on. Yoshimuriko felt the air around him, it was fairly warm, a cool breaze blew through the road that Yoshimuriko and Azure stood in. The day had begun clam but now there was only chaos.
Yoshimuriko looked to the floor and slowly raised his head to see the creature that had caused the chaos, which lead to the towns people fleeing in terror. It took the form of a man, the man was tall and strong but strength was not all about your size as Yoshimuriko had found, it was about how you used your body.
The two figures stood strong and intimidating at either end of the road. Nothing lay between them now and the creature knew that Yoshimuriko had came for its life, summoned forth by the innocent cries for help. Yoshimuriko could see no weapon about the man, yet he sensed magic in the air, Yoshimurikos normal weapons would be no match for this monstrosity. He had one weapon that could though, a strong weapon of magnificent power, forged by a great wizard, set in dragons blood instead of water allowing the spirits of its victims to be trapped within, aiding the swords power.
Yoshimuriko lay his Katana and walking stick on the ground and drew his broadsword from his back. It was the broadsword that possessed the magical power. As Yoshimuriko brought the sword down oer his shoulder, the spirits within sensed the creature in front of them and they moved about,wanting to get out, wanting to kill and causing a white mist to shine within the sword.
Yoshimuriko stared at Azure and his eyes flashed red. Yoshimuriko hadnt fought for weeks and he wanted the blood of this one more than many he had battled in the past. Yoshimuriko was not a violent man, he did not go out to look for fights, but he did go out to look for people to help and protect. He hated evil and every creature allied with it and this drove him to fight them.
This thing will wish that it had not came here. My awakening to battle once more will be more vicious than ever.
Yoshimuriko began to walk forward, he did not seem as though he needed to use his walking stick that he leanded on before. Though maybe it was that he did not need it in battle, maybe something awoke inside of him during battle that allowed him to walk as though he was in his youth once more.
Yoshimuriko did not rush himself with his attack on the creature ahead of him, he would let it wonder first, wonder about him and about his attack style, let it scan his body, give it a chance. Creatures of darkness do not deserve to be in this world, Yoshimuriko planned to banish them all with his newly found immortality. Yoshimuriko was now about a quarter of the way towards Azure, his fist clenched around the hilt of the sword, carrying such a big sword with only one hand, a human could not do so without realising something within himself, Yoshimuriko was not the same as any other human.
Yoshimuriko put his left hand into a pouch on his belt and took out a lighter, patterned with a dragon breathing out a flame. He flicked it open and sparked it up. The flam shot out and Yoshimuriko controlled it into his hand. He put the lighter away and spread the flame around his hand so that it covered them. Yoshimuriko rolled up his sleeves and the flame spread up his tattoo and surrounded that in fire. There was a tattoo on his other arm too but that had not yet caught fire.
Yoshimuriko was now half way towards Azure, he spoke to him, of rnow they were within ear shot of each other.
"Your time has come creature of darkness. You may put up a good battle but can you withstand the heat."
Yoshimuriko eyes flashed red again, his anger was not enough for him to completely change into the half dragon yet, it would not be until he was ready to finish it or at a stage where he must do it, that he would be able to.
Yoshimuriko was bored of talk, his attack was now in session. Yoshimuriko sprinted forward at Azure and leapt at a quarter of the distance between them. Yoshimuriko almost flew and landed on an angle to Azure. Yoshimuriko's eyes flashed red again but this time they stayed red, the spirits within the sword swirled again but this time the sword stayed with that white glow inside. Playtime was over.
"Let sparks fly" Yoshimuriko said, the phrase he used before any attack, just as the fight started.
Yoshimuriko pulled his sword back and swung it towards the ribs of Azure. It was better off starting slow, Azure should be able to block that and attack back, then Yoshimuriko could get into a rythmn. Yoshimuriko planned to let the momentum of the sword swing him round so that he could do a jumping reverse cresent kick to the side of Azure's head, hoping that it would knock the big man down. |
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Now the being was closer, and Azure’s soul thumped with delight. He could sense a man approaching. The smell of him definitely said human, but the magical aura around him also said that he wasn’t just your average Joe Citizen. He looked up at where the disturbance in the air was coming from, and there he beheld what appeared to be a midget. Krimson was taller than this man by almost half! It caused a large laugh to bellow out of him knowing that his opponent was so short. Not only was he vertically challenged, but also of old age.
I’d say this guy takes what? One minute probably
It was even more laughable when this old man put down his arms down on the ground in favor of the big broadsword. How he could possibly wield such a thing properly was a mystery but Krimson wasn’t alive to solve mysteries. But the Walker could see something within the sword itself, almost like a white mist. ‘Twas an odd sight, an old man carrying a broadsword with what looked to be magical properties. Then came another oddity, the man’s eyes flickered red. However it mattered not, for now Krimson’s eyes were red with chaotic glee. Out of the blue, Krimson shaped his spirit sword, making no attempt to surprise his opponent. The light shined through the somewhat invisible blade, and Azure could feel the energy pumping through him into his weapon. From the way the man walked at him, the Walker could tell it was an attempt to baffle him. But there was something wrong with this man… Krimson could not quite put his finger onto it. Only then did he realize that this orange robed old man was carrying the broadsword with but one hand. Then the man made a reach for an object in the pouch around his waist and removed a lighter. The fire came, which didn’t surprise Azure much. It mattered not that this has been could do such a feat; he would be dead in three moves. The man now stood closer than he had done before. His mouth started to open, and the words flew out.
"Your time has come creature of darkness. You may put up a good battle but can you withstand the heat."
The words seemed to echo off the walls of the city.
Creature of darkness? Please… What heat?
The man was talking incomprehensible words, but Azure made his best attempt at a reply.
“I am no creature of darkness human… I too was once that in fact, but now I am an outcast from both the Heavens and the Pits. I tell you this so that when you die by my hands, you can spread my name amongst the spirits.”
It was during this talk that the man’s eyes flared red once more. Krimson sensed at this moment another animal within the man, it seemed he was either not fully human or had access to some powerful creature within his blood. But this was irrelevant, for the present at least. This old man rushed forth, as if he had found the fountain of youth. However, a certain distance away he leapt to a position nearby Azure. Krimson tried not to look surprised at the fact that the man could jump for he felt it might embarrass the man. The man’s eyes were now of the same tint as his own and the sword he carried was also misty. This would prove interesting. Then came more babble from the man’s old mouth followed by the spring like movement of the broadsword. It went back before coming forward even faster. It seemed to be aimed at Krimson’s ribs. But instead of simply avoiding the attack, Azure’s sword started its flight to intercept the broadsword. The strength put into this parry was enormous, and Krimson expected greatly to see the sword fly out of his foe’s hands. The metal slammed against Serenity. Without a beat lost, Azure hopped a step forward on his left leg and sent his right leg up to knock the old man in the chest. With this blow came the words,
“Save your breath old man, you’ll need it if you hope to survive a fight with me”
This attack was made in hopes that it would knock his foe a considerable amount of space back to the Walker could get better footing on the pavements of Geneva.
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Ten attacks? Wow... xD |
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(We can do just five if you want, its up to you. Last attack is a kill post though)
Yoshimuriko did not expect this to be an outcast, why would an outcast spread so much havoc and chaos if there was no will from its master for it to do so. This creature was an exception to the others, yet it stilll had to die...no matter what.
As Yoshimuriko swung his sword in towards the ribs of Azure he was stopped by a sword which had appeared from thin air, or so it seemed. A sword that maybe before was invisible or hidden but showed up now in the same sort of mist as Yoshimuriko's sword. The sword loked powerful, but so was Garna, the sword of lost souls. The swords grinded together for a few seconds before Azure stepped forwards and thrust his knee into Yoshimuriko's chest. Yoshimuriko was knocked upwards and back a few paces, but not an enormous amount, no damage was done. Yoshimuriko landed on his hands and knees and quickly regained balance, landing smoothly and standing up instantly. The kick had winded Yoshimuriko slightly from impact and surprise more than anything, but the attack was mostly just away for Azure to get a bit of space, or so Yoshimuriko thought.
"You will have to do better than that, and you should worry more about your own health rather than mine, dont want you go soft, looking after your opponent do we."
Yoshimuriko said laughing to himself and spinning his sword around in his hands, taunting Azure to attack, building the anger within it. With anger come franticness and that is where you make mistakes. Adrenaline anger is one thing, but pure anger will lead to your death and destruction.
Yoshimuriko held his sword out in front of him and moved the hand that was still surrounded with fire, along it. The sword appeared to catch fire, but the fire had only bonded with it, controlled and panipulated by Yoshimuriko. The air around the sword grew thin and hot causing pressure to grow where before there was none. The pressure that the sword and the heat had created would crush most things on impact, but would it be enough to put Azures sword through anything.
Yoshimuriko continued to spin his sword now while moving in on Azure. He spun his sword in a rythmic motion with his body and began to spin and twirl, not in a ballarina fasion, more of an evasive way. Yoshimuriko spun round to the side of Azure and made an enormous leap to pull off a spinning back flip over Azure. Yoshimuriko did not stop after landing, he sprang up Azure's body, bouncing off of his shoulder and swinging his foot towards his right temple. Yoshimuriko bounced off of Azures shoulders with his other foot and spun in mid-air to face Azure while he shot backwards.
Yoshimuriko looked like he was lying down in mid-air, he moved slower than you would if you were in the same position and did not move as if gravity were working normally. His inner dragon was not fully revealed and so he could not fly, but he could defy gravity to a certain degree when he had the chance. Yoshimuriko put his arms in a x-position so that his tattoos on both arms met and joined, touching each other. The flame from the original arm that was on fire, caught onto the other arm, now both arms were alight, but only on the tattos. Yoshimuriko spread his arms out wide and then thrust them in the direction that Azure was in. The fire shot out like a flame thrower, throwing Yoshimuriko backwards and sending rivers of flames towards Azure.
Yoshimuriko landed on his back and quickly backwards rolled to regain his standing posture. He stood ready, looking like a force to be reckoned with, waiting for the fires to clear and for Azure to spring forth from them. His sword was still on fire, he was saving that for something special, both his arms were ablaze now and he had a mean look on his face, the determination of a warrior.
As the fires cleared and the dust clouds formed there was a terrible smell of the burning of the air and ground, used up oxygen to produce carbon dioxide, the smell filled the road and all was silent once more, waiting for a movement from either party, as well as the revealment of Azures position from behind the clouds. |
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The knee strike succeeded, and sent the aged man up and back down but apparently without much pain. It was odd because Krimson had expected the bones of the old to be brittle, making them all the easier to crack. Unfortunately this was not so. This meant there had to be a battle which would probably be bloody… Azure liked the idea of it being bloody… His enemy landed in a position which looked like he was going to start crawling. However it was but for a few seconds that this posture was used, and soon enough the old man stood straight and tall. Well as tall as the short man could.
"You will have to do better than that, and you should worry more about your own health rather than mine, dont want you go soft, looking after your opponent do we."
Krimson shook the comment off with ease and made a reply of his own, over the laughter of his foe.
“My own health old man? Don’t make me laugh…”
The man twirled his sword around, as if to taunt Azure. It worked, but only because Krimson loved feeling enraged in battle. It enhanced his ability instead of decrease, for the anger gave him more vigor than ever. And he could feel his earrings boil as they tried to subdue this power.
Now the fool stuck his sword out, and stroked the sword, as if to imbue it, with the arm partially on fire. The sword soon seemed to take this gift and became engulfed in flames itself, but Krimson felt that in reality the sword had taken hold of the flames. The sword seemed to have life within it, but Azure could not tell if they were there against their will, or willingly trapped inside broadsword. But they would soon be set free, yes they would, whether they liked it or not. The sword now seen through the material eyes of Krimson beheld that the sword was burning the oxygen around it with ease, and that it would probably split Serenity’s blade in two, even if for a few seconds. But the man kept twirling the sword around as he advanced upon Krimson, and making himself look like a fool trying to synchronize himself with the movements of the sword. But the old man managed, and in a movement he spun to Krimson’s side. Krimson quickly evaporated his sword and shot a blow in the man’s direction, but by the time his fist arrived the man was in the air flipping backwards. Now he stood again in front of Azure, and before the bulky shoe was able to catch the fool in the groin, he had jumped at Krimson and had used one of Krimson’s shoulders as a trampoline. The foot of the man came flying in fast, but with a quick motion of the head it missed by practically a millimeter.
That couldn’t be his attack, could it?
Krimson had anticipated correctly, and the man leapt off after his attack failed. He jumped off so his back was towards the Walker, but it was soon corrected in flight. But it was odd; it looked like his enemy was hovering above ground in a sleep-like state. Then the man with monk clothing put his hands into an x-shape, and the drawings on both of his arms touched each other. The fire spread from one arm to the other, and now the old man had two arms ablaze, however only the tattoos were lit up, leaving the skin surrounding it free from burn marks. It looked funny when the man let out his arms in both directions and then seemed to use both to punch the air ahead of him. However the thing that shot forth from the arms was not funny… A surge of flames had been sent out from the tattoos, like the breath of a dragon. The heat engulfed the spirit and the pain was all too real. His tanned skin suffered from first degree burns, and the muscles ached like hell. The pain remained even when the skin was shed, and new skin was called to wrap itself around Krimson. Smoke remained, and Azure was coughing, struggling for air. It was in this state that he saw his enemy, after the clouds parted ways. He smiled weakly at the dragon man.
“It seems like I have misjudged you. But now you will have to taste something entirely new…”
From what little air particles surrounded Krimson, the Walker fashioned knives of sharp edge. They all hung in the air, waiting to be dispensed at any time. When thirty of such objects hung static in the air they, in perfect unison, turned their edges towards the human being. They sped along the air, creating contrails as they cut through the air. Behind them, the juggernaut followed. His footsteps semi-shook the ground beneath and they created deep foot prints within the concrete pavement. When within a 10 centimeter range, Krimson himself jumped up into the air, his black shirt’s behind swaying in the air, and came down like a boulder. He planned to use his body structure to bomb his enemy. There could, in no way, be a way to survive such an attack if hit dead on.
Heh, even if I miss the ground will shake creating this fool to fall… Unless…
In mid air, Krimson realized his mistake… If the man leapt now, the attack would be useless and Azure would be left open. But he couldn’t stop now… His target was below him now, and closing fast…
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Yoshimuriko's attack worked perfectly, even if the kick missed. Azure must have been in unrivalled pain, but his skin looked untouched. Yoshimuriko saw Azure and he didnt look pleased, Yoshimuriko wondered how he was still standing in such pain, it wouldnt have killed a creature like him but he shouldnt be standing up as if nothing had happened, although he looked in pain in his face.
It seems his power is his weakness. His forcefullness makes him slow, that is where I have the upper edge, I can out smart him and out move him. But one strike from that sword with his full power could be fatal, I will have to watch out for it.
As the dust and smoke cleared, Yoshimuriko saw Azure, he had created about 30 knives from no where, just as he had created the sword and right behind them was Azure, moving for the first time, the ground shoook under his size and weight. He looked up and Yoshimuriko knew what was about to happen, he did not give him the chance. Yoshimuriko dived backwards and spun to land on his front. He landed in a sprinters starting position and pushed off the ground to begin to sprint. He sprinted as fast as he could in the opposite direction to the on coming knives. Yoshimuriko dived and grabbed his katana which would now be of use to him, rolling and standing back up to face the knives which neared ever closer.
The knives were like a wall, if Yoshimuriko could make a hole in them then he could avoid them, but was he quick enough? It was always worth a try. Yoshimuriko pulled back his swords, one in each hand and when the knives were just in reaching distance, Yoshimuriko swung at them. He knocked the first few out of the way, dodging backwards, spinning and swiping. the first load were clear but there was no time to rest, another onslaught of knives were right behind the others. This was harder than Yoshimuriko had expected. He knocked the first lot out of the way but he wasnt quick enough to clear them all. Five knives struck into Yoshimuriko and knocked him down to the ground.
The blood dripped from the wounds, one in his right shoulder, two in his left leg, one in his right leg, one in his ankle. Yoshimuriko screwed his face in pain as he pulled the knives out one by one. He was just pulling the final one out of his shoulder when he looked up to see Azure, flying through the air, upwards still but soon he would come down to crash down on top of the body of Yoshimuriko.
Yoshimuriko had no time to waste. Straight away he rolled to the side, his wounds were painfull but thanks to his dragon side, they werent as bad as they would have been. Yoshimuriko jumped to his feet, backflipped and bounced on impact with the floor to jump up towards Azure. As Yoshimuriko rose, Azure began to fall, the two met in the middle and Yoshimuriko saw this as an opportunity. He swung upwards towards Azures gut with his broadsword and then quickly after, struck at his neck with the katana which was a lot faster moving than the broadsword. They carried on, Azure going down and Yoshimuriko going up. Yoshimuriko reached his peak before Azure hit the ground and so began to follow him down. Azure smashed into the floor and crushed the tarmac of the road with the wewight of his body. His feet sunk into the ground but Yoshimuriko did not think he was stuck, although it was hard to tell from such a height.
Yoshimuriko soured down towards Azure. He did not want to smash into the ground as Azure did, even though Yoshimuriko thought he could control his weight a lot better than Azure. Yoshimuriko thought it would be better to use Azure as a cussion and do damage to him at the same time. It was smart thinking but if Azure figured out what he was doing then Yoshimuriko might not have enough time to slow his body and decrease the damage that the impact would cause. If Yoshimuriko could just use in a way that he could land on him with oone foot, kick into his back and bounce off to the side in safety then he would be fine. This would be the most simplest thing to do, but Yoshimuriko did not always go with the most simplest thing.
Yoshimuriko plan was to position his broadsword next to his foot so that he could kick down and stab at the same time. He would also position his katana in a ready to strike position so that after he had bounced off he could slice to the back of Azures back. So that is what Yoshimuriko tried to do. He put his broadsword down by his foot, it was longer than his arms of cousre and so would stab in quite far, especially with the power and pressure of the impact. Also of course, the broadsword was still bonded with the fire that Yoshimuriko had spread on to it before and so there would also be the crushing pressure of that. Yoshimuriko foot was in a side kick position, it would be easier to bend to leg after the impact and bounce off. he would then backflip and slice at Azures back, keeping at a fair distance so as Azure could not spring any surprises without alerting Yoshimuriko first. |
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How odd that he could not dodge all the knives...
Krimson proceeded down his collision course. From what Azure could tell, the old man was slightly injured from the knives. The fool even managed to roll although he should have been seaping with pain.
Must be that animal side of his...
Twas a sight to see the blood of the fool swish in the air as he backflipped after getting up. But it was no joking matter for this almost definetly meant that the Walker would be landing on pure cement. And that, would hurt even him. Even less amusing was the old man zooming up to him like superman. Two swords came up with him. By closely examining the muscle contractions within the man's hand, he knew which sword was aimed for which area of his own body.
How amusing... He wishes to cut my throat... let him...
The broadsword was easily avoided, Krimson pushed his palm down hard upon it's surface, knocking it hard hoping to bring it into a downward fall. The katana couldn't be avoided even if Krimson wanted to. It struck it's target, which the Walker as sure would bring pleasure into the old man's heart... Blood soared forth from Krimson's throat as he continued his plummet towards the ground. The crash came seconds after the slash, and there was a meter crater surrounding Azure's body. It was filling with blood... Krimson looked up, and saw his enemy still coming down... Suprisingly the old man could jump high, for he had apparently just reached his peak moments earlier. Azure made sure the man could see the blood pouring out as if it was a waterfall. And with a simple finger movement passing over the slash, the wound had closed. But in reality, it had been everything but simple. The Walker had had to make his finger burning hot, like the anvil of a blacksmith during the tempering of a sword. The heat had closed the wound, but Azure could see that the fool wanted to attack once more.
Now this man thinks he can hurt me with his sword between his legs? Let him see what Krimson can do...
The man came soaring down like an eagle on his prey... As he neared closer, Krimson evaporated, leaving trails of mist to part... Once his foe was through, Azure reappeared facing his probably suprise stricken enemy.
"Do you really think i'd make things that easy for you?"
He quickly rushed towards the back of his foe and went into position for a shoulder charge.
Ah such sweet memories... When was the last time I used this move? Ah yes, 1867... Africa... Elephant... Stampede... Poor elephant
With his head lowered, he grinned a toothy grin. This poor man would not be able to withstand such an attack. |
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