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Post by Prometheus Zex on Jul 1, 2013 20:56:28 GMT -5
Both fighters’ names would be heard over the louder speaker, cheers coming from the crowd as they are announced. The contestants were to climb the stairs to opposite sides of the platform and take their places. Once both were ready they were free to start their match.
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Post by Prometheus Zex on Jul 1, 2013 21:00:58 GMT -5
PL Lock - Adrien Lemoore - 5,947 ~ 11,894 Kurosanai Muzai - 5,366 ~ 10,732
(All you need do is enter the fighting area and begin your match.)
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jul 1, 2013 22:54:33 GMT -5
The roar of the crowd literally shook the ground. They had been loud for the last several days as the fighters danced around each other looking to out point one another and gain an upper hand. Kurosanai had spent the majority of the past three days doing this. He fought some of the toughest opponents he had ever saw to people that should not have entered the tournament. Most of the time the prodigy had managed to outsmarts many of his opponents which was far from difficult. Now Kurosanai was far from a genius but compared to some of the fighters he faced it was like putting a college student up against a toddler. Then after the final bell came Kurosanai was left as the winner of his bracket of fighters. He had won his way into the main competition the one that would be aired around the galaxy. That night he ran back to the hotel he was staying in and had called his parents.
His mother cried out of excitement while his father said that he was proud of him. He could hear Mozoku laughing in the background as he couldn’t believe that his friend was now fighting on a galactic level. Kurosanai couldn’t help but feel a little homesick as he listened to his family’s voices. They were millions of miles away and it was hard to be where he recognized so few faces. But he knew the entire clan’s reputation rode on the his success in the tournament. He figured even if he didn’t win the entire thing he would be able to gain unprecedented prestige for the clan. However it was drilled into his head that it was his duty to not only compete but also win the tournament by Izanami. That was easier said than done and now there was no turning back.
The air was electric, the crowd rabid, the air thin, and Kurosanai’s feet unsteady. Of course he happened to have the unfortunate luck of having to fight in one of the preliminary matches. He was unsure of who in fact he was going to fight due to the fact that he ended up getting caught in the bathroom when they announced his opponent. The reasons why he was stuck in the bathroom, couldn’t figure out how to work the thing. So now he strolled down the tunnel and out into the main arena. The young man’s eyes rolled around the arena as he took in the thousands upon thousands of people that cheered him on. He could hear his name echoing over the speaker system and a faint chant echoed as well. This was the most unreal moment he had ever experienced.
He lifted his hand slightly in the air causing the crowd to call even louder. Then came the sweetest sound he had ever heard in his life. “Muzai! Muzai! Muzai! Muzai!” Kurosanai couldn’t describe what it meant to hear his family’s name being chanted by unknown strangers. He was doing exactly what he had promised he would do. He was making the clan prominent again. He thrust both arms into the air as he jogged up the stairs and into the arena. Kurosanai danced in the ring a little bit throwing a couple of shadow jabs while the cameras followed his every movement. Gone was his shyness of being on television right now he was the main attraction. Now to send a message to all those on Earth.
Kurosanai spotted a camera and motioned with his hand to for it to come in close. And come in close it did as the bright lighted camera robot zoomed in close for a screen shot. “I just want to send out a message to all those on Earth! You are being represented right here and now by the mighty Kurosanai Muzai! I am of the great Muzai clan and I will be winning this tournament with the power that still courses through our blood!” Kuro proclaimed loudly with a smile on his face. Surely his parents would smile and cheer at the comment. And just as surely Izanami would have a scowl on hers knowing that he was the one standing in front of the cameras and not her.
With that the camera zoomed out again as the lights came down on the tunnel starting the process to which his opponent would enter. Kurosanai bounced from foot to foot as he readied himself for what he could only assume would be one of the toughest fights in his life. The time was now to display his family’s fighting style to the enter galaxy.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2013 23:26:26 GMT -5
Child's play.
That was the only way Adrien could describe her matches thus far. She had entered the area, creatures of all shapes and sizes standing before her. She hadn't thrown a punch, hadn't even stepped toward them. She had simply stood there and in seconds, they were screaming on their knees, begging for it to end, for it to be over. The fights had been called quickly after that as as her opponents lay sobbing on the ground. More often than not, in their own filth. The first time this happened, the crowd had simply gone silent, shocked as she walked away without even a scratch on her. Now, as they learned she was once again up to fight, they roared for her.
Want. Hungry!
Yes, I know. Soon. Adrien stood in the dark, the voice her only companion. This tournament had given her so much peace. Her voice had fed on so much fear, not all from those she faced. The only time it stirred now was when she was about to fight. She closed her eyes, sighing softly. She heard the crowd chanting the boy's name. Muzai, Muzai, Muzai. The name was familiar, but only slightly. She opened her eyes, gazing at the bright lights at the top of the staircase. Soon. Very soon. Quietly, she pulled up her hood, casting her face into shadows. She wore no armor, no protective gear, A sleeveless black shirt covered her top, the hood attached. A black, underbust corset was around her middle, short black shorts finishing the look. Black thigh high boots gave her small stature and inch or two. Knives were strapped to each thigh, two more in each boot. She wore six more, hidden on various parts of her body. At the next loud roar, she knew it was her turn. Up the steps she strode before finally entering the arena.
Bright lights hid her view of her opponent at first. As always, Adrien was thankful for her hood. A few blinks later, he came into view. A very shocking view. She knew the man before her, had seen him on Earth. The tumbler... At the memory, a wicked idea formed, her lips twitching into a glimmer of a smile. Surprisingly, the voice purred to her at the sight of him. An anomally she didn't waste time dwelling on. Reaching up, Adrien drew back her hood, olive eyes wide in shock.
"You....?" she whispered softly.
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jul 2, 2013 18:07:47 GMT -5
Kurosanai stopped bouncing when he saw the woman he was set to face. How could that be? It was impossible. The woman that had brought the circus to town not just a few weeks ago now if Kuro remembered correctly she was the ring master of the entire circus and leader of the odd people that came to town. One thing is certain however in the fact that Kurosanai remembered that she was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. The ring master certainly was better looking than many of the women that his mother tried to set him up with. Sometimes he had to question what his mother honestly thought Kurosanai found attractive in women. The ring master on the other hand was attractive to Kurosanai in a completely different manner than his normal attributes he looked for. In fact she seemed to be the exact opposite of the features he looked for.
“You…?” she whispered softly. It was like a soft kiss on his ears. The words were so light that no doubt no one in the audience would be able to hear them. Her eyes were wide like those of a deer caught in the head lights of a train. With a look like it was clear that she had not entered this tournament by her own will. If it wasn’t her choice then who was making her fight some of the best fighters in the galaxy? Who was Kurosanai going to have to put back in their place? His pride began to swell as he watched her magnificent body enter the ring. And with that his eyes started to examine every inch of her. Kurosanai tried to keep his mind focused at being angry at the person that was forcing her to fight but it was hard to do when she was dressed in such a way. A sleeveless black shirt covered her chest with a hood attached to the back. A black, underbust corset was around her middle, short black shorts finishing the look showing off some of the very assets that made men’s ‘pride’ swell. Black thigh high boots gave her small stature and inch or two. Knives were strapped to each thigh providing what appeared to be the only weapon that she had on her body.
He swallowed hard as he walked closer to her but stopping about half way to the ring master. If she was being forced to compete there was no telling who was controlling her and if they would hurt her severely. Kurosanai would have to find who was controlling the situation and free her otherwise this could get very nasty on galactic television. “It is nice to see you again,” Kurosanai laughed. Lame. Girl is in trouble, the one that he is interested in, and the best he could come up with was ‘Nice to see you again.’ Kurosanai sighed as he hung his head in shame at himself. After a brief moment of sulking he lifted his head with a smile adorned on it.
“So, how did you end up here?” Kurosanai asked emphasizing the question by open his arms. It was designed to see if he could get her to accidently let it slip that she was not here under her own free will. Then he would be able to be the hero that everyone wanted him to be. Or in his view doing what was right regardless whether or not people thought he was a hero. “A lady like yourself does not appear to be one for brutal hand to hand combat. I mean no disrespect but you do not look like you enjoy lifting weights are making opponents cry.” Kurosanai laughed trying to be funny but aware that it could come off severely insulting.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2013 1:08:54 GMT -5
Fate is a fickle mistress who favors few. The old Ringmaster's words rang through Adrien's mind as the man before her wore a shocked expression. It was all she could do to keep from smiling. Perfect. The other fighters had known nothing of her, underestimated her. They had fallen in mere moments. But... she was getting bored of that game. It was time for a new game to begin. He came closer, eyes fixated on her. He seemed to be in a daze of sorts, one she didn't even have to put him in. What was that? Ah yes, how she got here. Mind whirling, she moved closer, laying a hand on his arm. Her mind surged forth, racing to his. Adrien could easily have read his fears from where she stood before. But contact was always much quicker. Inside, she was rolling at his words. Couldn't make an opponent cry? He clearly hadn't been paying attention. Her eyes darted left, then right before settling on him once more. Quickly, she struggled to remember the name the announcer had called. Kuronani? Kurosani? Fuck, Kuro-something.
"Kuro..." she whispered, hoping that was enough, "Please...you need to go. I can't fight you. Please, they'll make me hurt you."
Her voice was soft, hypnotic. Persuasion, her greatest tool. She moved closer to him, eyes wide, fear reflecting back. She ran through his mind as the crowds cheered, chanting for them to fight in whatever language they spoke. They wanted blood, death. The voice was purring for the same thing. She heard the announcer call for the match to begin, the crowd cheering louder. She gripped his jacket, staring up at him.
"Kuro..." she whimpered fearfully. One final push...There! It was all she could do to keep from grinning. He was so very pure in his ideals. His fears. It was almost sad to break him. Almost. Her hand moved, laying on his chest over his heart. Slowly, the stadium melted away. Even the cheers seemed to stop. Inky darkness surrounded them and slowly, the scene began to shape....
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jul 6, 2013 21:25:22 GMT -5
Something was wrong. He could feel it in his bones as she drew closer to him. This wasn’t the same presence that he remembered feeling from her before. The soft calls of his name were like poison in his mind and everything seemed to melt away. The roaring crowd seemed to be slowly turned down in volume and even when the referee called out to begin the match he seemed so distant. The crowd reached new heights of sound, Kurosanai could feel the vibration in his feet and bones but he could not hear a single thing they said. Something was wrong. Like ink in water darkness spread around the two of them. Her hand on him felt like a weight of unimaginable proportion. His body tried to react but for some reason he did not move. He could feel his muscles tensing and releasing as his brain tried to move him but it was all attempts were utter failure. Panicked now his eyes began to dart in the ever darkening world that was surrounding him but they failed to lock onto anything. The only thing that was left that he could recognize was her and her beauty. However as his panicked eyes examined her more closely something didn’t sit well in his mind. It was her eyes. They told a story of fear and hope for help to get away from something just like he had thought but there was something else. There was this look of insanity and hunger lying just behind the previous tale. What was going on? Why were her eyes telling him two different messages? Soon she began to fade from his view too as the dark slowly crept over her skin before devouring her into bitter nothingness. It was then that he was truly alone. The darkness was oppressing as it weighed heavily upon his body. Where was he? His mind screamed for answers as his eyes tried to find something recognizable in eye sight. The dark was so cold and empty it ate at his soul causing his mind to panic even more. The darkness was endless and impossible to see through. Finally his eyes locked onto something off in the distance, it was a doorway of light. At first Kurosanai did not know how to get there and cried out in terror. But as he did the longing of arriving at the door seemed to transport him into the light. Compared to the darkness the light was warm and filling to his body however was so bright he was unable to make out a single thing. As the world came into focus Kurosanai was amazed to find that he was back home in the Muzai compound. The buildings connecting into one another in their usual systematic pattern, he remembered running in between them trying to lose his friends as they played hide and seek when they were young. If you did not know the buildings layout a person could easily confuse it for a maze. The air was cool and sweet just like he remembered. But there was one thing that did stand out to the prodigy of the Muzai as strange. He did not hear anyone within the compound itself. “Hello?” Kurosanai called out as he began to walk forward. His foots steps echoed as if he were in a hollow room despite standing outside of the Muzai compound buildings. “Is anyone here?” He called again as he peaked around the buildings looking for some kind of sign of life. He opened the doors to the buildings and looked inside but to no avail. Where was everyone? Finally Kurosanai laid sight on his own home and he began to jog forward towards it. As he approached however he could tell something was off. The door was slightly ajar and hung as if someone had broken the top hinge of the door. Upon closer inspection Kurosanai’s eyes shot open in horror as he saw his friend and cousin Mozoku lying on the ground. Immediately he sprinted forward without hesitation. “Mozoku!” He cried as he slid on his knees to a halt. “What is going on Mozoku?” He asked desperately as his hands landed on his body. Kurosanai’s hands shook the body but no life emanated from his cousin’s presence. Finally his fingers slipped under the rib cage and with a grunt Kurosania flipped Mozoku on his back. His jaw fell and he scampered backwards on the ground. Mozoku’s eyes were like fogged white marbles staring infinitely into the distance. His lips were blue, his skin pale and there was a slight stream of smeared blood trail going down his face from the corner of his lips. Kurosanai could not believe what he was seeing and instantly his eyes darted to his house. The prodigy rose to his feet and ran to the door pull it open causing it to fall from its hinges. Inside however was the worst fear he could ever imagine. Blood was splattered across the walls, ceilings and doors. It looked like someone had turned his home into a slaughter house. His eyes darted from bloody corner to bloody corner. Where were his parents? Kurosanai stormed inside not once thinking about whether or not the perpetrator of these vicious acts was still inside. His boots splattered through pools of blood as he ran down the hallway following a large trail of blood. He reached a point where the trail split into two, one heading down the hallway more and the other diverting off into an adjacent room. Kurosanai paused as his mind raced trying to process what was going on. With a moment of hesitation he entered into the adjacent room to find an even more gruesome scene then he originally saw. His father lay on the ground clearly in two separate pieces strewn across floor. The room was coated in a deep red layer of blood all acting like a disturbing backdrop accenting his father’s body. His intestines were pulled from his upper torso; part of his jaw seemed to be missing however it was hard to tell as his head was bashed in at the temple. Then across his arms and legs there seemed to have been something gnawing and biting at Minato. Kurosanai felt the color drain from his face as he left the room and sprinted down the hallway nearly slipping in the blood several times. Kurosanai barreled through the doorway at the end to find his stomach twist and turn violently. His mother’s body had been cut up and placed in a small pile with her decapitated head staring back at her son. Her eyes were plucked from her skull and her tongue hung limply from her slack mouth. Then scrolled across the wall in his mother’s blood was a message: ‘Where were you Kurosanai?’ Kurosanai shook his head at first as he felt his stomach continue to turn until it was too much and he launched the contents of it onto the ground. He heaved several times as tears began to stream down his face. Why was this happening? His sobbing was the only audible thing in the nearby area as his hands grasped as his hair as he fell to his knees. “Why…why them?” He cried. “Why couldn’t it be me? Who could have done such a thing? Where was I?” The prodigy cried through choking back tears. “This can’t be real! This can’t be real! I can’t have failed them all! I made a promise to them all to protect them!” Kurosanai wailed as the tears and snot rolled down his face. “I CAN’T HAVE FAILED!” He roared though no one was around to hear him. The only sound was his crying echoing off the walls as his mother’s head stared back at him. That was until something he had never heard before echoed throughout the room louder than anything he had ever heard before. THUMP
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2013 23:31:40 GMT -5
It had begun.
Around her, the darkness swelled, though she caught glimpses of the crowd through it, their cries little more than whispers to her. Kurosani would see nothing, not even she who stood before him still. Quietly, she pulled her hand back, raising her hood once more. The voice cackled in her head as the illusion strengthened, his fear feeding it and her. A doorway of light appeared and just as they all did, he ran for it. Predictable. Adrian followed, silent and invisible as a shadow. When the scene formed around them, she took a moment to glance around. Her illusions drew from memories and creations of her and her opponents mind, often blending together if she wasn't careful. What seemed like a confusing set up of buildings surrounded her, unlike she had ever seen. Curious, she glanced up to the sky. Earth. This must be where he lived. Adrien turned her gaze to him once more.
So many fears, the voice spoke with awe.
"Tell me." She spoke aloud, knowing Kurosani could not hear her unless she wished it.
Failing to live up to the ideals everyone places on him. Losing everything because he was not strong enough
Not the first time she had faced one with such fears. This would be easy. These kinds always were. He was on the move again, fear climbing. Quietly she followed, navigating her illusion easily. Back in the stands, the crowd would see the two standing in place, her hand pressed to his chest, the two quiet. But here, Adrien stopped as he rushed forward to his dead friend, crying out for him. Yes, Adrien knew he was already dead. Most were in her illusions. It seems that everyone was afraid of death in one way or another. Their death, a friend's, a loved one. He leapt up, racing toward another house. Once again, Adrien followed him. Another death greeted him. This one of his father. Adrien blinked, focusing on the body. Her own mind was starting to seep into his, blending his nightmare with her memory. The voice inside her head purred, delighted at the fear he gave off. She followed him to the next room, his mother's corpse greeting him. Just as anyone with a soul such as his would react, he heaved. Thankfully, her illusions offered no smell, though she couldn't help but turn away lest her stomach roll too. As he screamed to the heavens, her voice spoke once more.
Delicious. Tastes so good.
Her chest clenched, her hands curling into fists. Suddenly, she wanted to stop it all. End the illusion. Kurosani was down for the count, wouldn't recover from this. Like with all the others, the ref would see this and call the match. Adrien would advance and Kurosani... She opened her mouth, ready to end it when a loud thump broke her thoughts. Eyes wide, she looked around. This wasn't her doing. Where did that come from?!
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jul 7, 2013 1:03:47 GMT -5
Thump The sound vibrated the entire world and was louder than anything that Kurosanai had ever heard before but he didn’t respond to it. Rather he continued to cry and mourn the loss of his parents and friends. The tears and snot continued to roll down his face as his hands clenched at his face. He had failed them all and let them all down. Thump The sound echoed throughout the entire world once again as Kurosanai continued to cry. Whatever it was it did not seem to be noticed by the prodigy of the Muzai. Instead he slammed his fists against the ground in a futile attempt of calming himself down. The boards in the floor cracked slightly at the punch when Kurosanai picked up and slammed his fist into the ground again. Cracking the boards more under the punch sending little cracks scurrying up the wood. “I can’t have failed!” Kurosanai wailed as he punched the ground again. As he did another echoed rumbled through the world. Thump “I CAN’T HAVE FAILED!” Kurosanai roared as he raised both his fist into the air and slammed them down in front of him. Both his fist rocketed straight through the floor boards sending shards flying everywhere even nicking him in the cheek. The entire world began to shake and the very light began to flicker as if somewhere someone forgot to change the bulb in a lamp. Kurosanai could feel his own energy beginning to rise to levels he never had achieved before. Thump This time Kurosanai heard the sound shake the entire world causing parts of the ceiling to cave in but Kurosanai did not once look up instead he only seemed to accept what was happening. Perhaps it was the death that he only deserved for failing to protect the ones he actually cared about. He closed his eyes and waited for the blade to fall but instead all he heard for the soft stepping of someone. When Kurosanai looked up he saw a blue ethereal figure standing barefoot in a simple pair of pants and tattered vest. His eyes took in the strange sight as he felt his jaw fall a little bit. “Who…who are you?” Kurosanai stammered as the man walked forward causing Kurosanai’s mother to disappear out of view. The man had a close buzz cut and a stern face but it was his eyes that seemed to stop Kurosanai in his tracks. He had the Aoiro. “Im…impossible…” “No it is not. After all I am the one that developed the technique to begin with.” The man spoke sternly. “I am Fujin Muzai.” Kurosanai could not believe his eyes. Fujin Muzai had lived several centuries earlier and was heralded as the clan’s greatest hero. He was the founder of the Muzai clan, was a legendary defender of Earth and developed the Aoiro techniques along with all those based off of it. Kurosanai had only heard stories of Fujin Muzai but never once did he ever think that he would speak to him. “But you died hundreds of years ago,” Kurosanai stammered as his eyes tried to take in the legendary figure. “I live on in all Aoiro. It is my power that gives you the ability to use my techniques,” Fujin stated coldly. “The clan has become pitiful now I am only able to appear before some pathetic little whiny kid. Perhaps I should just take back the Aoiro from everyone and leave you all where you are…in the gutter.” Each word was more cutting than the last. How could the founder of the clan speak that way about his family and friends? What did he mean that he lived on in the Aoiro? “I have to have the Aoiro in order to defend those I love!” Kurosanai pleaded. “Just like you did here?” Fujin asked as he stepped to the side showing Ai’s dead body pile. “Any true wielder of the Aoiro would never allow this to happen.” “I didn’t!” “And yet here they all are. Dead.” “This is not real!” Kurosanai yelled back at Fujin. The ethereal figured smirked and turned back to Kurosanai. He walked over and extended his index finger. “Perhaps there is hope yet.” Fujin said as a smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. “Now wake up and utilize the full power of the Aoiro.” He stated as he pressed the tip of his finger to his forehead. As he did a bright light emanated from the contact point until the entire room was bathed in blinding light. When the light faded Fujin was gone and Kurosanai hung his head as his power swirled around him. Slowly he stood up as blue energy swirled in a small twister pattern at his feet. “Hello…hello…beautiful stranger…” Kurosanai mumbled under his breath all the while continuing to hang his head. His head lifted and glanced over his shoulder directly at the woman who stood behind him. His eyes were no longer their normal selves as they now had a blue twister pattern originating from his iris and spreading across his entire. “I see you. And I see through your tricks.” Kurosanai spoke in a weird tone. His voice was not the only one that seemed to speak the words. There was a deeper voice that spoke each word with him causing a strange double voice to occur. Suddenly Kurosanai moved at an impressive speed towards the woman that had been standing behind him. As he did he cocked his right hand backwards and at the last second when he was within a distance that she would have no way of moving away Kurosanai threw the right hand. When it connected it would land on the left side of cheek and would no doubt send her flying. Whether or not the illusions would disappear was to be seen.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2013 1:09:06 GMT -5
THUMP!
Her eyes went wide. What was going on? This was not her doing. This was not her mind, nor his. The sound continued, though Kurosani seemed to not hear it, caught up in the illusion. she stepped back, looking around wildly. The house seemed to shake, plaster raining from the walls. If Adrien had not known the falsehood behind this, she would have ran from the house, believe it to be falling. Finally, the sounds stopped, replaced by the soft footfalls of a man she had never seen. Nor one familiar to Kurosani's mind.
What's happening?! She demanded. And yet, there was no response from the voice, only the softest whimper. This time, it was she who felt fear. The voice caused fright, caused others to cower. Never did it pull back from another. Never did it fear. The man spoke, calling himself a Muzai, Kurosani's last name. She watched, shocked as the two conversed. She was not making this happen. Hadn't created the man before him. This was not part of the illusion, not part of her power. The man stepped forward, placing his fingers on Kurosani. A bright flash of light flowed form from the two. Adrien turned, hiding her eyes to avoid being blinded. Inside, the voice whimpered louder. She could feel it cowering, shaking in the back of her mind. When the light receded, only Kurosani stood. Alone... but different. Adrien didn't catch his first words. But then, his head lifted and he turned, gaze glued to her. She stood there, frozen, eyes wide. His own eyes were different, his expression murderous.
“I see you. And I see through your tricks.”
Her eyes went wide as she took another step back. Im...Impossible! Before she had time to act, to cloak herself, he rushed at her. His palm hit her cheek and white hot pain exploded. With a cry, she was flung back, landing on the stadium ground hard. The air rushed from her lungs in a whoosh, the illusion flickering before disappearing. She sat up o her side, elbow propped up to elivate her. The coppery taste of blood lay on her tongue and she could feel her cheek cut open, bitten when he hit her. She turned her gaze to him, the crowd roaring. Finally, they were going to see some real fighting. She sat up completely, gazing at him in shock. How had he done that? No one escaped her illusions. No one! She frowned, eyes flickering red. He would pay for this. She stood, slipping free one of her knives as she did so.
"You're going to regret that..." she hissed. Quick as lightning, she struck. Adrien grabbed the knife by the blade and threw it. Years of preforming had made her form and aim perfect. She aimed low in his side, a weaker point in her kind, and maybe in his too.
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jul 8, 2013 16:23:32 GMT -5
The illusion flickered for a brief moment and then shattered before his eyes. Kurosanai stood in the ring of the galactic tournament once again as the crowd roared in excitement. The woman skidded across the ground from the punch that he had thrown which had landed flush against her cheek. But as the prodigy stood there he couldn’t hear anything and nothing was very clear to him. It was as if he was looking through a glass of water at what was going on. His mind felt like it was in overdrive and his body felt like it was in control of its own actions. This was the strangest sensation he had ever felt in his life.
His eyes flicked back and forth evaluating the situation and what was going on. Kurosanai was not able to fully able to comprehend what he saw. He could very vaguely see the ki pathways spreading out of from the woman’s chest extending down her arms. But he didn’t remember activating the Aoiro and all the pathways appeared blurry to him. Then everything went black. His mind was no longer in control.
“You’re going to regret that…” she hissed as she rose to her feet but Kurosanai did not move instead he only continued to stare forward with his Aoiro activated. It was said that some were unnerved to see the true eyes of the Muzai and that they would often times make actions they did not intend to because of it. If this was the case it had yet to be seen as her hand flicked to her side and produced at knife. With practiced skill she launched the knife forward. It sliced through the air gracefully flying towards the young human male towards his side. No doubt he could have moved or even caught the blade however for some reason he did not do either.
The knife hit home just below right rib cage causing hot pain to spread through his stomach. Quickly blood began to seep from the wound and stain the bandages that wrapped around his torso. Kurosanai looked down seemingly unaffected by the penetration. Instead the young man reached down and felt around the cut without removing the knife he fingers gently pressing around it causing more blood to emerge. As strange of an action as this was he decided not to remove the blade instead choosing to turn his attention back to the woman. She had to be panicking now by his lack of caring for his own well being add to that the sight of blood oozing from the inside of her mouth staining her teeth red. This fight had just started and both fighters were already bloody and the crowd adored it. They went ballistic and some even called out to the woman perverse phrases while others called down to Kurosanai saying that he was crazy for not removing the knife.
“Is that how you are going to make me regret that…?” Kurosanai asked again with the double voice shadowing his own. In the broadcast booth the technicians scrambled to try and find out what the strange sound was. Never once did they think that it was in fact the voice of the fighter and those watching at home would be just as confused by it including the entirety of the Muzai clan who watched on proudly.
Kurosanai took a step forward and cracked his neck by rolling his head from side to side while he cracked his knuckles. The way that he was walking up to his opponent would no doubt be referred to as being cocky; she would probably think that too. However his eyes, Aoiro brandished, never once left her. They studied her body and seemed to be evalutating different variable to determine different outcomes. “Let me show you what an actual fight is like.” The double voice stated distinctively.
He charged forward towards his opponent still with the knife in his side. He would bat the woman’s hands to the side opening her torso up for attack. This would be followed up by a series of pin point strikes to the torso. As more hit she would feel her ki, and her energy disrupted throughout the region. This would be followed up by a stiff elbow that would land just under the jaw and was designed to take her off of her feet. Finally to finish off the quick barrage of attacks he would grab her ankle and throw her across the ring. He would stand silently watching the results after the barrage. Eventually sinking into a very loose and fluid fighting stance.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2013 1:46:15 GMT -5
Her attack struck true. The knife slid deep within his flesh, blood flowing eagerly from it. She straightened, another knife already in her hand. The crowd roared, deafening to her sensitive ears. Yet she ignored them, eyes locked on the man before her. Like him, her eyes were different. They jumped from green to red and back again as if her body couldn't make up it's mind. Adrien watched as his hand went to his side, not to pull out the knife, but to squeeze the flesh around it. The blood flowed faster, soaking his bandages as it did. If he sought to scare her, to freak her out, he would get nothing. Adrien was a woman accompanied to pain, accompanied to blood. How many times had she done the very same thing to others? More times than she could count. No, he would get nothing from her.
That double voice though, that made her curious. Was caused it, she didn't know. The voice though seemed scared of it and even though her hood was down, she neither heard nor saw any of the others. What exactly was going on here? He stepped forward, cracking his neck and knuckles as he did. His walk was cocky and she wanted to cut the look right off his face. And yet, she found herself stepping back, grip tightening on the blade's tip. Earlier, his strength had roughly been the same as her's. But now, he seemed stronger, more determined to end this. He had broken free of her illusion! Not even she had been able to when the voice turned on her. It made her scared, nervous, and bursting with curiosity and hatred.
The boy rushed forward, closing the bit of distance she had gained. Before she could attempt to stroke him with her blade, he batted her arm to the side, striking her chest multiple times in different places. She cried out as he did. Her body felt weird, wrong. If that wasn't bad enough, his elbow slammed into her jaw, throwing her back. But not even that was the end of it for as her body flew back, he grabbed her ankle and threw her across the ring! Her body flew, hitting the ground and bouncing, finally stopping just before the ring. She coughed, her lungs feeling as if they were on fire. She growled deeply, eyes a deep red. So much for her good girl act. Now, it was her turn. Inside her head, the voice giggled, excited at the idea even as it feared the events unfolding.
As Adrien stood, she slipped around knife from her boot. This was was smaller, sharper, and easier to conceal. She stood and without warning, launched her first knife at him, aiming the thing for his shoulder. The other she tossed in quick succession, that one going for his leg.
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jul 9, 2013 11:55:59 GMT -5
Just like he had planned the strikes rapidly landed on their targets forcing the woman to try and recover from them. However it was painfully obviously as the strikes landed home that the woman did not know how to fight hand to hand. Kurosanai smirked realizing that her specialty was not in fighting but rather in the illusions she tried so hard to sell to the prodigy of the Muzai. Unfortunately for her Kurosanai was the exact opposite of her in fighting style and would only take advantage of this difference.
After tossing her Kurosanai seemed to stop dead in his tracks as if his mind shut off causing some in the crowd to scream profanities in their own languages as they longed for him to press the fight, they wanted to see blood and some even wanted to see the woman who had seemingly deprived them fights early on in the preliminary rounds in the tournament punished. However the boy’s body froze and his eyes seemed lifeless until the woman stood back up her feet now only a few feet from the edge of the ring. As she stood up his eyes darted like magnets to her as his Aoiro stared at her. A smile stretched across his face as she drew another knife.
With the same practiced skill the knife flew from her hand, slicing through the air silently however just like before Kurosanai did not move or even try to catch the knife. It implanted itself in his shoulder and white hot pain spread like ink through water as blood ran from the wound. Luckily for him the jacket he was wearing did not get caught by the blade, it was a gift from his father for his twenty-first birthday and it would have been a shame for it to be damaged. Apparently his father at one point had told him that it was modeled after famous Saiyan swordsman’s that resided on the Moon but he had never been able to tell if it was just a story or not.
But in his arrogance, or lack of mind, Kurosanai had failed to notice the second blade slice through the air. So as he recovered from the first knife the second impaled itself in his thigh just above his knee. He let out a grunt as his leg gave under the pain and he crashed to the ground. Kurosanai growled as his hand patted at his thigh looking for what caused the pain. His hand eventually fell onto the knife and his fingers fiddled with the blade trying to figure out the size of it all the while never taking his eyes off of his opponent. After several moments of evaluating the situation with a snarl his hand grabbed at the small knife in his thigh and attempted to pull it free. However due to the anger and power that was pumping through his veins he accidently snapped the blade off trapping a good portion of it beneath the surface of his skin.
“You will pay for that,” Kurosanai growled in his double voice. No doubt the technicians continued to try and scramble to remove it from the broadcast.
Kurosanai rose from the ground now bleeding from his side, his shoulder, and his thigh. Each one slowing turning more crimson by the minute, he was tired of playing around. This fight was going to turn against her very quickly. Kurosanai charged forward and would stop just short of the woman. Once there he would throw a light jab, followed by a decent hook and then the combination would be finished by a left head kick that was designed to land on the side of her head. However due to the blade that was stuck in his thigh he would not have enough strength to remain standing after the kick was thrown. He would clatter to the floor whether or not the kick landed with a grunt. His eyes never once leaving her, the Aoiro always staring back at her, a scowl adorning her face. She would pay for taking his speed from him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2013 13:31:09 GMT -5
Cocky, cocky, cocky man. Once more, he let her first knife hit true, not even blinking. The second though took him by surprise. The thin blade embedded it's self in his thigh. He was blooding quite a bit now, slower than before. Adrien moved closer. She didn't like it, but he had thrown her to the very edge of the ring. That was a position she could not afford to keep. He'd simply have to push her and she would've been out. Though, Adrien would've taken him with her. He was angry about the second blade, hand feeling around the wound as his eyes never left her. He grasped the knife and broke it, leaving the end still embedded inside. That seemed to make him even angrier. Adrien didn't reply to him. She preferred to speak when they were strapped to her table. Easier that way.
He rushed her once more. Adrien may not fight well hand-to-hand, but she could at least dodge pretty well. She moved, side stepping his first attack, his fist whistling past her. She wasn't as lucky the second time though. That attack hit home, pushing her back a step. This time, it was the other cheek he hit, throwing pain on that side of her face. She let out a growl, stepping back and avoiding his kick. Even through the pain, she noticed how much slower he was. Before, Adrien doubted she'd have been able to dodge it. But with her knife in his leg...
Kurosani went down, the kick knocking him off course. She seized her chance, on top of him in a second, knife drawn. The crowd screamed, roared. With her legs straddling his hips, her hand pressed firmly on his chest, she gazed down. Her arm was raised, ready to slash his throat. And yet, she froze, halted. the voice whimpered, pacing. It didn't like his eyes. Didn't like that double voice. But even then, it didn't cry for blood, didn't hunger for his death. What was happening. She stared down at him, the roars of the crowd fading away. Adrien gazed down at him, panting slightly. She couldn't help but feel the ropes of muscle under her hand, the warmth that he emitted. Warmth so different than her cold Noran skin. Her hand curled, fingertips even slipping under his bandages to brush his skin. Her hand shook, eyes flickering in color once more. What was going on with her? Why couldn't she finish this?!
A loud roar finally cut through her thoughts. An observer in the crowd roaring loudly for his death. Eyes red once more, the knife came down, heading straight for his throat.
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jul 10, 2013 17:27:41 GMT -5
Blasted leg had to give out when he was on the cusp of finishing off this fight with ease. Instead now he ended up flat on his back meanwhile his opponent recovered. The blood loss and the damage that he had taken thus far was starting to take a toll on him apparently as she was able to dodge two out of three attacks that were thrown. Then add insult to injury he had ended up flat on his back staring up at the woman. The crowd roared in approval at the exchange even though it was far from the most entertaining thing that they had done thus far.
The woman took full advantage of the situation and hopped down on top of Kurosanai in a straddle around his hips. Now normally any man in the universe would be in paradise as they had a beautiful woman straddling their hips knowing that only a few thin layers of clothing prevented them of having some fun. Add to the fact that she would normally not be sitting flat as men’s ‘pride’ would have swollen to new sizes knowing that they had a beautiful girl on top of them. But this situation was a little different the woman had drawn yet another knife and was ready to plunge it into him and the fact that Kurosanai was far from being in sound mind at the current moment. In fact the statement Kurosanai was even in his mind was pushing it as he had blacked out long ago.
Yet as she sat on his hips staring down at him knife held high, her hand planted on his chest, the blade never fell instead she chose to do something that did not make sense in the moment. Her hand seemingly twitched slightly, unnoticeable to most, as she took in the feeling of his chest as it heaved underneath her. His muscles flared up sporadically at the strange feeling of her fingers slowly tunneling beneath his bandages. It was in that moment that the prodigy had noticed her eyes. It had yet to be close enough, while sitting still, to notice that her eyes changed colors. In fact her eyes seemed to flicker between several different colors as she sat on top of him. But then in behind that changing façade of colors Kurosanai could sense fear. Something prevented her from striking the seemingly final blow that would have ended the fight. Her not taking the moment to strike was a very horrible decision.
After the brief moment of hesitation of striking down at Kurosanai his opponent finally acted. Her eyes flashed red as someone from the crowd roared screaming something that the prodigy couldn’t make out. The knife glinted in the light as it plunged towards his throat. Instinctively Kurosanai’s left hand shot upwards and barely caught his opponent’s wrist stopping the knife just short of adding a new hole to his wind pipe. Normally he would have been easily able to overpower her and bat the knife out of her hand however due to the damage he had received in that shoulder and being on his back he was unable to. Instead the two sat fighting against one another’s strength causing both arms to shake violently. Kurosanai’s eyes never once left hers and as he stared back up at her from a position that most would find to be their death bed he noticed something. The desire to fight had left her eyes gone was that sick desire for blood lust now she was uncommitted to the fight. What would happen next flashed through his mind and instantly he knew it would be the beginning of the end. The only problem with that however was as he stared up at the woman he was unsure if he wanted to execute the plan. Perhaps in that moment she would see his unwillingness and his compassion darting in his eyes.
“I am sorry…” He whispered in a volume that only the two of them would hear. The double voice did not accompany these words and the tone carried with it the sorrow that seeped through his body. She was beautiful and unfortunately he was going to be responsible for harming of such visage. With a final exertion of strength in his left arm he lifted the knife and pushed it to the side of his neck. He let the knife fall nicking the bottom of his jaw as he cocked his head to the side. Instantly his right hand grabbed for the knife that was still implanted in his right side, ripping it clear from its holster, he spun it and his arm darted up.
He could feel the blood seeping down his side freely from the stab wound. The knife would find a new home in the woman’s rib cage now. The blood would drip down his bandaged hand slowly staining it a deep red. He would sit up at this point and get right in her face as he examined the look on her face. It would be one of pure agony as Kurosanai let out a toothy smile.
“That is how you use a knife.” The double voice spoke with a violent tone to each word. Kurosanai would twist the knife to the side causing even more damage. “You are better off sticking to illusions.” The voice sneered as the Aoiro stared deep into her eyes as they caught the image of something that wasn’t supposed to be there.
He would toss her off of his lap as he rolled away from her. His hand found the wound in his side even pressing on it trying to get the bleeding to stop. After a moment of that futile effort he pulled the knife lodged in his shoulder free before tossing it out of the ring. The only knife she would have the luxury of dealing with at the current moment would be the one in her side. He would turn back and wait for either the match to be called or for her to try and fight on.
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