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 Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 9:30 pm
Given the option of retreat, the swordsman silently breathed a short sigh of relief when he backed off to a safe distance. The tension was still running high in his mind, but for the time being, just as Omi was tending to his own wounds, the swordsman tended to his own wounds - using a small portion of the humidity around him to cool and numb the searing sensation that cluttered his left side of the body. Still eyeing Omi with a suspicious gaze, the swordsman got back up from his kneeling, blades held loosely and at the ready for a possible rush.
"...."
He took in another deep breath, using some slow breathing to regulate and calm his tensed mentality. While Omi's cursing was clearly heard by the swordsman, even if it was because of the successful damage the swordsman has inflicted, he didn't feel pleased at his results.
He was fighting an old friend. And injuring someone that he knew well by nearly tearing their arm off doesn't necessarily make the swordsman like what he's doing. However, as this was a tournament, and both fighters knew full well of the consequences here...
If the swordsman went soft on his attacks just because of knowing who he's fighting, then it is a severe insult to Omi, who's putting just as much effort as the swordsman is doing.
He must be firm in his attacks.
Steel his mentality. Deliver the blow to respond back to the belief that both fighters are holding, each with their own value.
That's right.
The swordsman has already mentioned it before, when he found out Omi was the person he was fighting today.
He won't hold back.
As to respond to Omi's own statement...
There was some understanding in the swordsman's voice. But whether or not his attitude would remain the same, the swordsman would reaffirm Omi's own wish by his firm tone of voice.
"..Let's go."
With both blades held in front of him in another X-formation again - left blade in front of his right blade - the swordsman seemed to be gathering the energy around him to prepare another charge for use. Having depleted all the charge that he was able to gather in the fight, conjuring up ice and using his stamina instead of the surrounding around him would only cause more fatigue and stress for the swordsman than he already has.
Since Omi would be currently immobilized due to the injury, the swordsman should have an okay time to recharge...
That is, until a sudden flaming gauntlet rocketed out of Omi's right hand, careening straight for the swordsman's body.
"?!"
The swordsman couldn't be too surprised at Omi's choice. Ranged projectiles would make some sense in using due to the injuries he's suffering, but actually seeing Omi use a gauntlet, instead of a serpent...
There is no time to waste. Reacting to the flying projectile, the swordsman took a few steps back until his back hit the wall behind him. As the garden was relatively small in comparison to all the other arenas he's been in, it was relatively quick to find himself with his back to the wall as the gauntlet steered ever so closer;
It's righteous fist planning to smash the swordsman's stomach/chest area silly.
But certainly, the swordsman wasn't planning on letting that happen now...
The gauntlet veered ever so closer.
..Right?
..
....
.......
Of course not.
Anchoring his weight onto his right leg, the swordsman timed his reaction to the gauntlet as it came within his blade range. As soon as it came forth - all hot and orange and ready to plow through with a righteous justice, the swordsman would immediately side step to his own respective left, dodging the fist that came for the kill...
And having the wall behind him deal with the resulting impact from the flaming fist Omi had delivered.
Using the wall as a shield, the fist should be buried somewhat into the wall, getting stuck there and be of no immediate danger as the swordsman quickly continued his side step - now turning it into a dash as he kept his distance away from Omi, circling him in a clockwise rotation.
Charging.
Restoring some orbs for use in order to give his best fight against his old friend. After all..
The swordsman can only go so far with his blades and without energy before being burned in the process.
Again.
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 7:56 am
A demonstration of the might of that righteous fist would be demonstrated as a tiny yet distinct pebble shower would flow all about the winding fist, 'til finally it was embedded distinctly into that very arena boundary. No doubt, the caretakers would be displeased with the results.. but that was war for you.
Surprising enough however, Omi didn't seem too bent out of shape about it. So much so, the man did not even bother to try and remove the right gauntlet from its new home- wiggling his left hand as the prior serpents disappeared soundly. Though Snow circled Omi in a clockwise from Snow's perspective, counterclockwise from Omi's direction - the dark-clad fighter seemed completely uninterested. Strange, given Snow was reaching the direction of the [Round V] fighter Barsait's decimated right side. The implications there went without saying.
..Yet instead, his index finger, barely able to move even a centimeter.. suddenly wagged in just that span. Back and fourth three times, his lips uttering a ridiculing "Tch tch tch~ Snow, you should have-" Such a calming voice. Such a tranquil voice, such a non-hostile expression. Just what..
Suddenly, whipping his own head across his destroyed shoulder, Barsait gave it a rapid, lengthy lick - flicking a large glob of blood on over to his left arm.
If one recalled earlier, Omi had been keeping a steady flow of serpents & flame stretched soundly across his [Ignus Pata, for the obvious benefit of added damage and a small distance spreader if need be. However, as the blood sloshed onto his left arm, the serpent mass already procured and even more would begin to intermingle all across that left gauntlet.. around it.. across it.. underneath it..
"STAYED PUT AND KEPT YOUR GUARD UP!!"
Before even bellowing out in a defiant roar his words with a more fitting, vicious demeanor- Barsait spun clockwise in his own view, right arm flailing lifelessly whilst the left arm did anything but. And then, it happened - Omi's fondness for "1-2" attacks taken to an epitome.
Grimacing this time, since the gauntlet's interior- comfortable though it normally was- scraped along his flesh in the most irritating of ways, onward the second salvo progressed with a roar of flames. A second "gauntlet missile" for the crowd and his opponent's viewing pleasure! Only this time, he had a little more room to 'play' with the arrangement, thanks to his left hand not being half-way into the grave.
The [Ignus Pata], being kept at a steady, deadly level of heat whilst the earlier hefty "snake" of flames kept the immediate steam shower from dampening its spirits, had been cooking most deliciously. By now, it was glowing worse than Barsait's right gauntlet per-wall decoration. But if that wasn't enough, as the fingertipless gauntlets flowed forward, his own fingertips grinding backwards- something took the fingertips' places..
.. small yet distinct serpents, flowing from the earlier-applied blood as they wedged their heads on through the fingertip holes. At roughly middle-finger's length each as they ignited, they were fingers of fire- and adorned above, a deadly blade. Their target once more, as Omi made gripping gestures with his left hand which caused the gauntlet to operate with the red masses as though his hand were actually inside of it still?
Snow.
His second and potentially more lethal take on this strange, improvised set of attacks was screaming towards the dual-wielding swordsman without mercy. It was Omi's firm belief, based off how Snow had acted prior to now, that if the man wasn't attacking up-close.. he was planning for an attack.
The left hand of fighter [Omi Barsait], containing all the malice the right could feel no longer, was hellbent on making such planning taken a diversion towards the road of keeping Snow from being felled. He had to assume Snow would be capable enough to keep away from death's door regardless of the extent nor deadliness of the very attacks Barsait himself launched, regardless of his likes or dislike of an opponent. Even an old friend.
Such was war!!
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 10:37 am
An orb materialized near his presence. One charge, prepped and ready for use. With his orb whirling around lazily, the swordsman didn't want to use his orb immediately after charging it, but...
Omi forced his hand. With another incoming gauntlet - this time, with a sharp blade protruding from the edge - the swordsman was too far away from the wall to negate the problem, and the length of the weapon is much too long to deflect it appropriately. That is, if the swordsman plans on having a fistful of flames clattering close to his body.
He silently cursed under his breath, already finding Omi's ranged projectiles to be quite irritating to deal with. Already in the midsts of channeling his orb for use, the swordsman had a brief idea in mind on how to counteract this homing projectile.
If Omi wanted to be flashy, then --
Kyouki - Hishou
With another deep breath, the swordsman super-chilled his orb, causing the temperature around the substance to fall drastically. Revolving the charge around his left arm, as the incoming projectile came for the inevitable kill, the swordsman would suddenly stop his dash, and in one shout from his lungs.."HAAA!"Cause his surroundings to suddenly disappear under a dense shroud of fog, covering an impressive portion of the Zen Garden where the swordsman was. If, under the assumption that Omi could navigate the gauntlet into striking the swordsman, then surely trying to strike under little to no visibility would prove to be quite a dilemma.
Surely the spectators would be rather displeased at how the swordsman momentarily vanished on the spot, unable to spot the target in the meantime while the damn fog was still in place.
And, definitely, as the gauntlet shot right into the fog to aim at where the swordsman was before, it would as well, no doubt, miss hitting the swordsman, who in the meantime used the cover to reverse his dash --
-- popping out of the fog from the right side a few seconds later, and then dash straight for Omi's left side, his blades held in front of him in that same X-formation.
Hit and run?
Or an immediate surprise assault at close quarters?
It doesn't matter. The swordsman just lost one of his charge, and he has no time to worry about the flames Omi is wielding.
Getting up close and personal was the only resolve the swordsman has left. And to take down a foe who has shown him the intention of nearly killing him...
Then so, the swordsman would gladly answer back to that cause.
By returning the favor twice-fold in force.
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 11:57 am
A sudden fog? Another aspect of the [Dark Tournament] competition that reared its ugly head; again the leader of the very team Snow resided in, they also utilized a smokescreen that doubled as a vision hindrance and a substance by which to choke the "artist." However, noting again where it all likely stemmed from - the trademark Snow's icy origins, the second aspect was unlikely. Still, the possibility of this eerie mist having a secondary function..
..was completely uninteresting to Omi Barsait, who was as little phased as humanly possible. Why, though?
His attack missed. He could tell; it was something that couldn't hit and be silent about it. Yet, the mist betrayed Snow in a way - while it did keep Omi from spotting the offending swordsman, it also made the fighter's intentions too easy to spot, ironically the very same fate his captain suffered in the prior mentioned tourney. Omi knew where he was, and that meant Snow would, given he was still dual-wielding those blades prior to the mist enveloping him..
..be coming for Omi in one manner or another. There was no escaping that. Ergo, Omi's left hand - crushing into a raging fist as the gauntlet did the same, would wave back towards himself much to the effect of bringing that blade back in a gradual curve. Beyond the serpents' red illumination disappearing into the fog, Omi couldn't tell where even his gauntlet was- but again, he could tell where he was. That in mind..
..sure enough, Snow popped out of the fog intending on a lethal attack. The long-haired, dark-clad fighter would capitalize on this by suddenly rushing ahead.. left-shoulder first, continuously honing in his weapon from behind Snow's person. He was using his own body, briefly, as a distraction - whilst the true threat kept on coming from behind the red-haired opponent.
It was going to be unfortunate for Barsait, but it was his hope this misfortune was even grander to Snow.
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 12:52 pm
Fast pacing on the pebble ground stopped the swordsman from making any large turning moves, and with a one-way trip right towards where Omi stood, stopping now would be a foolish thing to do.
His blades gleamed slightly under the collected dew from the fog. Insufficient enough to be used in a practical sense, it only made the swordsman's weapon more shiny and reflective - a dead giveaway that would most likely give Omi a good idea where he is at the time.
And sure enough, as he saw his old friend coming at him with his left side leading, the swordsman was briefly correct on his mark. But how would he get an effective attack through, since he has witnessed - and experienced - a bit of Omi's armor to begin with?
Slashes won't work!
Stabs are too easily avoided!
Plus the armor...
The swordsman's gaze lowered briefly, glancing a bit at Omi's general form. If he can get close...
His eyes focused on the unarmored arm on Omi's left.
"...!"
It's worth a try.
Slightly shifting his running to keep himself out of Omi's hand reach, with a left to right slash from his right blade, the swordsman aimed his attack right for Omi's left forearm, the left blade held at his own left to prevent a possible counterattack from the foe as a precaution. Even if he did maim Omi's right arm, it didn't stop the suspicion that the foe can spawn more fires from the blood pouring out of the wound. Unaware of the javelin that was rushing from behind him, the swordsman held true to his initial mindset --
Hit and run!
Regardless if the attack successfully hit the spot or not, the swordsman didn't bother to check as he continued to run past Omi for a short second or two, then slamming down with his right foot to anchor, pivot around in a counter-clockwise motion, and --
KSSSSHRRRT!
Something tore past the swordsman's left cloak, a searing pain bursting up from the contact near his left torso. Bewildered and surprised, the swordsman would instinctively try and move away from the burn, feeling something hot, wet...
His eyes peeked down, staring at a gash on his cloak.
Witnessing a long wound stretched over his unarmored left torso, with blood flowing out of the flesh.
At least, some portion of smoking blood, before it was cauterized from the intense heat from the Ignus Pata that passed by.
"What..?!"
The swordsman staggered, pain already exploding up his nerves and causing him to stumble a bit, having thought that he had shaken off the gauntlet in the deceptive fog.
"Ugh!"
His left hand holding the blade was held close to the injury, in a futile effort to stem the pain from being more excrutiatingly painful than it is already.
"How...?"
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