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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2013 2:11:30 GMT -5
Just as she was about to not just plunge the knife in his neck, but rip it through his throat, his hand caught her wrist. Something akin to relief flooded through her, startling her slightly. What was going on? She shouldn't be revealed, she was supposed to be angry! Adrien gritted her teeth, arm straining against his. She wasn't strong; wasn't a fighter in the traditional sense. Maybe if she had been, she would have one the fight against him. His throat would be slit, the match ended. That thought should have driven her, given her the last push of strength she needed to end it. But instead, all the thought made her feel was sick to her stomach. She started down, arm shaking, fingertips brushing his skin softly, red eyes staring into his. Something flickered in them. Something that resembled...compassion? "I am sorry..." Her eyes went wide, the breath leaving her. Quickly, he changed the direction of the knife. The sudden change taking her by surprise, Adrien fell with it. The tip dug into the arena, halting her decent. For a split second, she hovered above him, her face inches from his. One breath later, she jerked up, her attention where it shouldn't be. The air that had been trapped in her lungs was let out in a gasp. Pain shot through her side, the warm knife sliding through her skin like butter. She let out a choked sound of pain, eyes wide. He sat up, face inches from her's this more. Only down, the glimmer of compassion was gone, a malicious grin stretchering across his face. The knife twisted, and that was all it took. Her vision blacked out, old memories rushing to replace the area. "AHH!"
"Does that hurt?" the Ringmaster asked, looking down at the young girl of sixteen. She whimpered, looking up at him through watery eyes. He started down, glancing at the knife he had sunk into her shoulder. Slowly, he began to twist. Adrien once again screamed, straining against her bonds. The pain was red hot, unlike anything she had ever known. The Ringmaster had stabbed her before, cut her. But never had he twisted the knife like this. He stopped and she whimpered, tears streaming down her face. Slowly and deliberately, he removed the knife.
"How do you intend to inflict pain when you know not how it feels? How do you expect to break a man if you yourself are so easily shattered?" he asked her. Adrien whimpered, swallowing before speaking.
"B-by strengthening my mind and body..." she whimpered. The Ringmaster nodded, selecting another blade. This one was his favorite, sporting a serrated edge of each side.
"Very good. Now, let us continue. And remember, I will not stop until not one cry is uttered, nor one tear shed." With that, he drove the blade into her other shoulder. Not one cry uttered. Not one tear shed. Adrien lay there, panting hard. Not one cry uttered. Not one tear shed. Red seeped into her vision, her intakes of breath becoming snarls. Not one cry uttered, not one tear shed. She stood, head lowered. In one hand, she held her other, thin blade. With her other, she removed the knife from her side. Like with him, blood flowed easily, staining her clothes quickly. With a growl, she looked up, a gasp sounding through the crowd. Her eyes were a dark red, k-nines sharpened into fangs. But the most terrifying thing was the shadowy image of a demonic skull that flickered over her face like a mask. With a growl, Adrien straightened, glaring daggers at the man before her.
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jul 11, 2013 20:51:53 GMT -5
The look on her face told Kurosanai everything he needed to know. The two were about to enter the final sequence in their battle. A grin slipped across his face as he pulled off his coat and tossed it aside revealing his completely bandaged torso. His father would kill him if he had gotten the coat damaged in any way though his father would no doubt be more concerned with his son’s injuries. With his coat off the crowd could see the damage that had been inflicted by the woman’s knives. His right side was completely stained red from the initial knife wound. Originally the stain had only been localized to the initial knife wound but after Kurosanai removed the blade in order to stab his opponent the bleeding had become steady and profuse. Now due to the fact he was on his back his entire rib cage was stained red. His shoulder was in far better condition comparatively with only a small blood stain on his shoulder. The most pain coursing his body however originated from his leg. The tip of the blade was still in his thigh severely limiting his range of motion and speed. The blade being stuck in his leg however prevented even more blood loss which at this point was becoming a serious problem for the prodigy.
His opponent was no better for wear which made this match all the more interesting for the gamblers in the crowd. Her teeth were still stained red from a cut that was inflicted to the inside of her mouth from the elbow that had been jammed into her jaw. She displayed mild damage to her face which was inflicted by the various strikes that had landed but the main damage had just been inflicted. Her very own knife had been jammed into her side and then twisted. When she removed the blade blood flowed just as profusely from side as it did his. The most interesting thing about the matchup now however was that as she removed the knife her eyes turned deep red, her canines extended, and a faint image of demon skull now hovered around her face. Kurosanai had never been good at sensing power but he could feel her power spike and the intensity of ki flowing throughout her body intensified. The prodigy of the Muzai let out a laugh as he held his hands out to the crowd.
“Is this what you want?” Kurosanai yelled in his double voice to the crowd. The awkward silence at the transformation by the girl was broken by a few calls of agreement. “I said is this what you want to see?” The prodigy yelled again this time answered by a roar from the crowd. “Good cause business is about to pick up.” He said as he lowered his hands into a fighting position staring back at the woman. His Aoiro was picking up something else that was strange about the girl. On top of the skull there was a faint shadow that was about twice here size hovering behind her but there were no discriminating details to tell what it was. It didn’t matter as this fight would end before it played a presence in the fight.
Kurosanai shifted his weight from side to side as his mind began to run possible scenarios on his next sequence. He tried to figure out where he was going to take damage and how much damage he could deal out. After a brief moment of running possibilities he charged forward pressing off with his right leg, which he forgot was wounded, causing him to stumble slightly. The charge was cut short by the stumble but also but her moving much quicker than the prodigy remembered. She stepped forward and violently cut at the air directed in front of Kuro’s face. At the last possible moment he rolled off to the side just barely avoiding the slash. He looked up to find a knee jammed into his face causing him to hit the ground hard as he felt the bones in his face crack and his teeth rattle. Knowing that he couldn’t stay still for long he rolled off to the side as she came down with the knife repeatedly in a stabbing motion.
His hand briefly wiped across his face clear the blood from what he could only assume was a broken nose. His eyes locked onto her attacks as they came in fast and viciously. Kurosanai bent backwards dodging out of the way of the first attack, then to the left as it zoomed past his ear creating a wooshing sound and finally he tried to jump backwards to avoid the final slash however due to his leg he was not able to move fast enough. The knife slashed down his chest leaving a shallow cut about six inches long causing a small spurt of blood to shoot out. Kurosanai let out a grunt and then backed up several steps with his hand to his chest.
The prodigy’s hand extended out in front of him and ki rapidly began to gather in the palm of his hand forming a globe roughly the size of a basketball. Suddenly the globe destabilized and exploded violently engulfing Kuro’s right hand in smoke. He let out a yell of pain as he brought his hand to his chest. His eyes darted downwards to find the bandages that once wrapped the hand completely burned away and his hand severely damaged.
“Blasted fools haven’t gotten past that barrier. Pathetic bastards.” The double voice cursed as Kurosanai attempted to extend his hand to find it was near useless now. His eyes darted upward as he heard a slight whistling in the air to find one of the knives flying towards him with deadly intent. This time he was not going to let the knife land in its target and snatched it out of the air with his good hand. He quickly tossed it away as she charged in with speed that rivaled his normally as the ghostly skull shimmered in the light. Kuro cursed under his breath as he realized that he was not going to back away from the attack in time. As her charge ends the woman lunges forward with her final knife in one hand towards his heart.
The next moment was a blur. Most people in the audience could not believe what had happened when it was all said and done. Kurosanai was not sure how his body moved but on pure instinct he began to rotate to his left away from the lunge just enough for the knife to snag a few loose ends of bandage from his stomach. As he spun the woman’s body continued to move forward even though her eyes had caught his movement and wanted to counter. Halfway through the spin Kuro brought up his elbow on his right arm and increased the speed at which he was spinning. Then as suddenly as he spun the elbow found its home in the side of her right temple creating a sickening crack noise. He was not sure if it had been his elbow or her skull but in either case the woman absorbed the attack. Afterwards she seemed to stand there for a moment before getting pushed downwards towards the ground. She hit with a thud and he stumbled backwards. He had never hit someone that hard before and on some level he was deeply concerned that he had just killed the woman. It took a moment for the crowd to realize what had just before they let out a roar of approval. Kurosanai was not sure if she was unconscious or not but in either case he doubted that she would be able to continue on after taking a shot like that. It appeared as though the fight was over and the Prodigy of the Muzai its winner.
(I collaborated on with Adrien on this post and she allowed me to control her character)
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2013 2:10:53 GMT -5
"Muzai! Muzai! Muzai!"
The world spun, shapes blurring together, sounds distant. She closed her eyes, wincing. Her head pounded, worse than any hangover she had ever had. When Adrien opened her eyes again, they were her normal olive ones again. Confusion and dizziness assaulted her. She had been doing so well until...until he elbowed her in the temple. That's why she hurt so much. That's why everything felt so weird and her body felt like goo. That's why it was so hard to keep her eyes open. Adrien growled, eyes seeking out the Kuro-blob. He was still standing. That bastard. She snarled and tried to stand. Her body wouldn't let her though, the strength gone. In the background, she heard the announcer count down. She had to get up, hand to finish this. Had to kill him.
"Muzai! Muzai! Muzai!"
"Five! Four! Three!"
She growled, body not cooperating. Her vision was darkening, slipping in and out of consciousness. Everything was fading too fast, and a damn ringing hard started up in her head. She growled as the ref called it, the crowd going wild. Her gaze stayed on the Kuro-blob though. Hatred sparked through her and before sleep claimed her, she whispered one last sentence.
"I swear....you will die by my hand...or I will die trying..."
(PL Please)
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Post by Kurosanai Muzai on Jul 13, 2013 15:30:01 GMT -5
The woman struggled to regain her footing but was only able to manage to display very slight signs of life in her limbs. Her eyes locked with him for a brief moment, they had changed back to the olive green they once were at the beginning of the match, and they were filled with hate and murderous intent. Kuro’s Aoiro stared back with a cold and hardened look of pity. In this fight she had managed to stir something deep with the prodigy of the Muzai that no one knew had existed. Unfortunately for her this match was decided by her own actions, if it had not been for the mental intrusion, she more than likely would have won and advanced in the tournament. Then her eyes fell shut and her body limp but just before she did her lips moved speaking silent words, no doubt one final curse on his life.
“Three…two…one…that’s it is over!” The announcer yelled to the crowd. They were thunderous but it was only starting to be heard by the young fighter. He gazed around the arena as species of all types screamed for the victory. “I present to you, your winner, Kurosanai Muzai!” The announcer screamed as his voice echoed throughout the arena.
“Muzai! Muzai! Muzai!” The crowd chanted as Kurosanai failed to truly comprehend what had happened. He spun slowly on his heel taking it all in as his bandages were stained darker and darker by the blood from all the wounds he had received. He whipped the blood dripping from his nose on the back of his right hand. The prodigy’s eyes fell on his right hand that was severely burned. He could only hope that the medical staff on hand was able to help his hand before the next round on top of all the other damage he received.
“Muzai! Muzai! Muzai!” The crowd continued this time as one of the camera robots got in close to show the entire galaxy the bloody mess that Kurosanai had become. His mother was no doubt worried, his father proud, Mozoku excited and Izanami happy that he had managed to advance in the tournament. The clan was no doubt celebrating the victory despite that fact they had been traumatized just moments before by his wounds and the profuse amount of blood that dripped from his body. Without thinking he raised his hand high above his head in victory causing the crowd to cheer even louder. “Muzai! Muzai! Muzai!”
Kurosanai turned to look the camera directly face on displayed his broken nose, blood stained lips and teeth, the cut he had on his cheek and the swelling that had begun from the knee that he had been hit with. “The Muzai have returned.” Kurosanai spoke with the double voice as his Aoiro was displayed out to the galaxy. The sound technicians would go scrambling trying to remove what they thought was interference in the broadcast meanwhile his immediate family could sense something was different. Izanami would lean forward in her chair with her eyes fixated to the screen; she chewed on the inside of her mouth for a moment before slowly sitting back. What had Kurosanai unlocked?
The Prodigy of the Muzai lowered his hand and limped over to his jacket that had been dropped on the ground while medical staff arrived and began to tend to the woman. Throughout the entire fight he had never learned his name. Perhaps one day he would at the current moment though she would be the nameless limp body that was being attended to. He picked up his jacket with his left hand and limped out of the ring as the crowd continued to chant his name. They were ecstatic at the show they had received despite the lackluster beginning.
Down the steps and into the tunnel Kurosanai went. Each step was more painful than the last and his vision became increasingly blurry. The world was no longer staying level as he continued down the tunnel. He wasn’t sure anymore if the world had become dark because of the tunnel or the blood loss that continued. Each stomp of his foot became heavier than the last as he tried to feel the ground leaving drops of blood until he stumbled into the wall. His side dragged along it for a few feet leaving a large blood trail on the wall before he tripped over his right foot and crashed into the floor face first. His head bounced against the floor like a ball as it did Kurosani let out a groan. The boy lay on the ground for a few moments until he realized he was lying in a pool of his own blood. With another groan he pulled himself up into a sitting position coughing on the bloody flem that had gathered in his throat.
A laugh broke the coughing causing it to disrupt the silence of the tunnel. “This boy is something else…” The double voice laughed through the coughing. “Perhaps there is hope for the clan yet…” It trailed off before his head fell forward leaving him motionless against the wall. When he would wake hours later he wouldn’t remember a single moment of the fight or the subsequent moments after it. It was as if he had never entered it. He would be found only a few minutes later by medical staff that was expecting him in the medical bay.
But in the meantime all he enjoyed was the blissful peace of unconsciousness.
(PL Please)
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Post by graderr on Jul 15, 2013 21:22:13 GMT -5
Adrien: 4054 PL Kuro: 7953 PL
Good match you two!
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