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Re: An abrupt challenge (Rai vs. Ken)
By: Eshu Date: February 15, 2016, 9:51 pm
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Mitsurugi's abrupt retreat put Senrei's assault to a halt. He
stood erect as he watched his opponent sheath his sword once
more, opting to use the other one he carried instead. When the
blade was released, Senrei's subconscious ordered him to take a
step back, before he even realized he had done it. He didn't
like the feeling that accompanied that sword... He immediately
tossed both his blades into the ground, both of them reverting
to seeds and replanting themselves.
Senrei didn't know what it was about that blade. But he had no
desire to face Mitsurugi in a sword fight any longer. Fear
wasn't a common emotion for Senrei. He always thought of his
decisions as made through reason. But he couldn't explain this
one. He wouldn't back down though. The Fox Sprite reached into
his hair behind his ear, and removed a single seed. He held it
in his Hand for a few seconds, depositing a small amount of
energy into it as he had done the flowers. He then tossed it
into the ground, approximately halfway between the two warriors.
On contact with the ground, it began taking in energy from the
surrounding plants, and firing off spores, than landed around
the area, seemingly harmlessly. He then picked one last flower.
When he flicked his wrist this time, a blade did not form, but
rather, a thorned whip. (That's right, a Kurama reference!! xD)
With far more mastery than he portrayed with a sword, he
maneuvered the whip around his body as he slowly inched forward,
constantly changing the pattern as not to allow his opponent
time to familiarize himself with it. Then, with a sudden CRACK,
the whip flew toward Mitsurugi, with the intent of wrapping
around the wrist that held the blade. If successful, Senrei
would yank hard, attempting to pull the Samurai too close to
strike with the blade, before jumping over his head while still
attached, and driving his foot down into the man's right
shoulder.
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Re: An abrupt challenge (Rai vs. Ken)
By: Default User Date: February 15, 2016, 10:52 pm
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Mitsarugi seemed locked in a trance; ever patient and vigilant,
defense seemingly the priority, as his adaptive opponent
discarded the two weapons he carried, and brandished a new; much
more delicate and lengthy weapon. The spores that Mitsarugi
witnessed; popping and spitting all around the battlefield,
would not be taken lightly, as he was already aware of his foe's
ability to master natural formations such as plants. He had no
urge to witness what the sickly spores could become under the
right instruction from the one who set them off.
As he calculated; while his opponent began his march forward, he
began to familiarize himself with all of the noticeable spore
formed clouds: Any that were big enough to see anyways, and with
a very casual looking smile slowly christening his emotionless
face, he awaited the attack to arrive inevitably. So it did, and
with a most boisterous crack of power; breaking the sound
barrier for an instant as it snapped over itself and aimed to
ensnare Mitsarugi's wrists. To no avail though; for as the whip
cracked, Mitsa was already in control of the outcome, and his
opponent hadn't the slightest clue.
With the crack; a great shockwave of sound burst forth, and
before it could expand beyond either men, Mitsarugi would
recollect, compress, and distort it to a point of unnatural
volume and elevate it into a maddening frequency, while focusing
it back towards its creator's ears. The instant change in
pressure, volume, and with such a constant high frequency whine,
would cause his foe's senses to lose their edge; that sharpness
a warrior works for, gone in an instant. His eyes would scream
to close; a deafeningly loud ringing eliminating all other
sound, and just as his whip would be about to make contact,
Mitsarugi would capitalize on the control over his opponent's
sound.
First the whip would miss out of sheer distraction; snapping
just across his left wrist while dragging out a thin line of
blood, but as it passed by, Mitsarugi would step back, plant,
and swing his blade straight towards his enemy. Ending parallel
with the ground. But from such a distance it was not steel he
aimed to strike his foe with, but instead the very sound of air
that had been constantly collecting around Bane, the blade of
silence. It moved like a blade through the air; compressed,
sharpened, and with speed enough to destroy most men without
need of the slicing edge. This was the power of Aeon and Bane,
of The Song of Silence. One sword would sing of its foe's,
memorizing and matching blade frequency, while the other would
silence and deafen Mitsarugi, but allow him to strike with sound
from anywhere, and increase his own control over the vibrations
in the air.
Mitsarugi Miyamoto, The Sound of Silence, The Samurai of Singing
Swords:
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Re: An abrupt challenge (Rai vs. Ken)
By: Eshu Date: February 18, 2016, 8:38 pm
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Mitsurugi's ability would definitely catch Senrei off guard, as
the sound from his whip shifted, and altered to a deafening
pitch. Sensitive canine ears folded downward, and he dropped his
whip; His hands moving to cover his ears in attempts to drown
out the noise, but the damage was already done. As he looked at
his opponent, it was like looking through a blurred camera lens.
He could make out what was where, but he had been robbed of it's
clarity, also, the ringing in Senrei's ears made it difficult to
distinguish any other sounds. He tried to speak, but was unsure
if his voice was working at all!
And that's when he saw it! Mitsurugi swung his sword! From that
distance, Senrei was safe from the steel of the blade piercing
his skin, but there was something odd about it. Almost like a
distortion in the air! Traveling straight for him! Senrei
attempted to jump over the near-invisible strike, but it was no
good! His reaction time was severely impaired. The strike made
contact with Senrei's lower legs, forcing his upper body forward
and sending him into rapid rotation before he landed,
practically skinning his forearms.
Senrei winced as he rose to his feet. Ears still ringing,
blurred eyes looked at his opponent. He couldn't win like this!
He couldn't even compete like this! Senrei's tails were normally
an indicator of his physical condition. As he did now, he
normally had three tails, indicating that he was in prime
condition. However, serious injuries and exhaustion could cause
those tails to fall off. But there was one other function his
tails could serve; Sacrifice. By giving up one of his tails, and
a natural gift, he could recover from a non-life threatening
injury. (Usually not for battle but this will be unique.)
As Senrei stood, his balance slightly off due to his impaired
hearing, the snow-white fur from one of his tails began to drift
away in the wind, until the tail was no more. Along with the
tail, went Senrei's physical strength. Now sporting only two
tails, and possessing the physical strength of your average
seventeen year old boy, Senrei's senses began to return to him.
However, the injuries to his arms and legs remained. He tested
the use of his limbs, bending them slightly, and bouncing on the
balls of his feet.
Mitsurugi's power was a dangerous one. Senrei didn't know
exactly how his opponent's power worked. But he knew it had
something to do with sound. He looked down at the whip on the
ground, deciding that it was too dangerous to use it, as he
might be able to use the noise it made against him again.
Meanwhile, the seed Senrei had dropped continued to absorb
energy from the ground, spreading spores over the field. Of the
dozens that spread with each passing minute, only one or two had
the capability to fire off spores of their own. But they had
made their way to the lake already, clouding the water with what
appeared to be a murky powdered substance. Senrei wouldn't
strike. Not this time. He needed to come up with a plan. One
that involved making as little noise as possible. (Only fair
since i did a pseudo-recovery)
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Re: An abrupt challenge (Rai vs. Ken)
By: Default User Date: February 19, 2016, 11:31 am
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(sorry for the wait)
Mitsarugi brought the ominous blade Bane back around quickly,
and with it gripped firmly by both hands, he drew it back to his
side. Preparing for the swing to come, and warping with the
still potent waves of sound lingering on the dark metal,
Mitsarugi's blade begins to hum once more. At first the
vibrations are nothing more than a tickle to the mind; a brief
whisper that raises the hair on your neck, but over a period of
a few seconds, the buzzing in the air is almost electric-like.
As if watched through clear water; Mitsarugi would bend and flow
with the vibrations, and his wicked black sword would look to be
nothing more than a wisp of smoke trailing the samurai.
Mitsa knew his opponent had regenerated; giving the youthful
warrior a bit of credit for his hasty and yet cautious approach
while he did so, and when the opponent finally squares up and
stands fully prepared for battle once more, Mitsarugi Miyamoto
offers him a brief but deserved bow.
"Once heard..." The samurai's voice broke from the warping field
of sound around him; crystalline and sharp as a dagger, and with
that little kiss of his voice, he began to move. "It is too late
to realize you've been struck"
With each word the soundwaves around Mitsarugi changed and his
form altered in the wake. Each syllable left a ripple, and every
octave change broke out in bursts of distortion. He stepped to
and fro; circling slowly, patiently, as he spoke to the young
warrior.
"You can't process what you hear.... Before you hear it" With
the veteran samurai's last words, Mitsarugi was already upon his
foe. He stood six feet from him; face to face with his new
acquaintance, blade prepared for the fatal strike, and yet...
There came no sound with his movement, no disturbance in the
earth or the wind. He had moved upon the waves of his own voice
and appeared resolute once more just within attack range. Such
was the soundstep; the way of walking on the voice of the world.
Mitsarugi's absolute specialty...
With Bane already 'cocked' and his arms already tensed for the
strike to come, Mitsarugi let fly with a devastating swing. His
force and speed increased by the waves of sound that piled up
before the weapon, as well as those pushing it from behind. From
a mere katana to a greatsword in raw force, the blade cleaved
through the air with silent precision, and if his opponent could
react fast enough, and dodge the raw black steel, surely the
unleashed waves of sound would shatter upon him.
Mitsarugi wasn't aiming to kill with that swing; unleashing the
shockwave of sound that would follow was the true goal, and with
his focus elsewhere, the samurai allowed his assault to aim for
the thickest portion of his opponents torso, and hope to leave
him incapable of proceeding... rather than dead.
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