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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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