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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2005 8:00 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2005 11:04 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2005 5:02 pm
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Just because Shin had stopped his assualt on Reaper, didn't mean he wasn't aware. In fact, he had been facing torwards Tenma when his last assualt ended. He noted Tenma's quick movements followed by the begining of his front flip attack. This man was a Kyonuske, no doubt about that, but Shin saw what the man planned to do. Yeah, it was going to be tricky do avoid it.
When Tenma brought himself to the point where he was vertically upside down, Shin dropped to the ground. He dropped low to the point that he was almost parrelel with the surface. It would appear as if he was in a push-up like position. He looked accross the ground as Tenma did his flip and made eye contact with him briefly. With Tenma's momentum however, it was to late to stop his attack.
The warm air currents seemed to form in his visual perspective. Having been born that of a fire apparition, Shin was skilled in the art of fire creation and manipulation. This art dealt with heat as well. So when Tenma brought his heal downwards into an attack, Shin not only was nowhere to be found, but was also in a position to make a counter attack and avoidance.
Shin pushed off of the ground, launching himself forward. Normally, an individual would not get far with this leap, but with Shin, the heat current caught his body and he sailed smoothly forward, hovering only slightly above the ground. At this distance, it did not take long for Shin to pass Tenma. As he passed Tenma's other leg however, he rotated his body over the heat current and swiftly kicked the back of his exsposed leg. This action would ultimately cause Tenma's body to become parelel with the ground and to fall.
Having gone a safe distance away from the two individuals, Shin let the heat current lift his body vertically so that he now stood, gazing at the two. He had his arms crossed, a small grin sweeping accross his face. Why did they always decide to attack him? Now however, he had them both in a direct line of attack.
Shin positioned himself so that his left foot was forward and his right foot back. He raised his left arm and extended his hand outwards so that his palm now faced the two. The air around his hand bent and warped with heat. Five fireballs formed around his hand, 3-4 inches away. Each fireball was aligned so that if you were to connect the dots, it would form a star. The grin turned evil accross his face and his eyes narrowed. Did he care if they lived? Deep down, probley not. The fireballs now spun in a clockwise manner from Shin's view, drawing closer and closer to the very center of his palm.
When the fireballs met, the joined to created a much larger fireball. The fireball then shrunk to nothing as it would appear. His fingers were still spread wide though, and he still had that look. He closed his hand and made a fist, the fireball nowhere to be seen. Heat however radiated from his hand as if some pent up power was raging inside to be released. Fire spiraled up and down his arm as Shin pulled it back, hand shaking all the way back. When his fist was directly to the side of his face, he muttered words. Words that to some would mean nothing, but to Kyonuske may mean more. It would seem, that he had found an inner flame.
"Toshido, Fire Blast!"
The energy suddenly grew more intense and Shin slammed his fist forward to its first position. He unculed his figers and spread them, palm being exsposed once again. The action triggered an enourmous torrent of red fire with white swirls. The blast diamater was at least 12 feet in all directions. Shin screamed out as the blast surged forward with great speed. Before reaching its mark, Shin would recall his hand back a bit and then push it forward, releasing more fire and heightening the blast effencincy.
Whatever the outcome of the attack, it was certain that the blast would burn down a significant line through the forest. After some time, Shin stopped his yelling and closed his hand, ending the assualt. He stumbled backwards, sweat dripping off of his face. His breathing was heavy but he could still fight. He tried to calm his breathing down and regain some lost energy, but he never knew when they would attack again. He hoped they would attack each other and not him, to give him the needed time to recooperate. He waited.
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2005 5:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2005 6:08 pm
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The second he hit the ground he was rolling to the side, tucking his arms in he moved to the side fast, trying to keep away from an attack, as he rolled he stopped, his face in the ground and pushed himself up onto his knees, then standing up he ran at his blade now laying on the ground. Ultimately grabbing his blade would have him close to each of the people, it seemed both had powers, not good for him.
He reached his blade and slid to a halt grabbing the hilt of his Moonblade he stood and ran, his back arched knees bent he ran low, blade held slightly to the side, as he reached them he made a slash, simple really, a large horizontal arch that would most likely hit the woman around her stomach.
But that would make it too simple. He also brought his right foot back slightly and the second the blade passed he would come in a type of roundhouse kick into where her knees would be. Simple really.
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2005 2:34 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2005 9:58 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 16, 2005 7:26 pm
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~ Chapter 1: Part 5 ~
"Oi, oi!" said the truly unique young man who had marched his way across the open field from the road, and into the encampment already, without really seeing much as hide or hare of someone who wasn't busy scuttling about their own business. He was walking around the edge of one of the tents that had been pitched to house the wounded and the refugees that had fled the stadium. Many had gone to their homes or hotels, or simply run a good distance away from whatever it was that as happening inside, though the injured had been brought to the encampment, to be treated by the medical staff that had escaped unharmed.
Of course, as dense as he was in regards to his surroundings, this poor boy still thought that the pitched tents were a circus; and he was starting to wonder where he could find a hot dog.
"What's going on here?" he asked, brushing aside one of the tent flaps to the structure Lucind had just left a moment ago; taking a quick look inside at the few people stretched out upon the cots, and then turning and heading off towards the center of the encampment.
For a circus, this place sure didn't seem so cheery.
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 2:30 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 17, 2005 7:53 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2005 9:39 pm
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The attack came swiftly. Truthfully, he hadn't expected her reaction time to be that fast. But with his own skill? Now, that was quite unfair he thought. Having took quite a while to establish that technique, he thought it wasn't that nice to use it against him.
After his attack was launched, Shin found it both odd and expected that they would both choose to dodge it. The sound and smell of chared flesh would have been noted if the attack had hit...and that wasn't the case. The soft sound of air could be heard behind him at her re-entry. So, She used Shadow Drifting...Only an amateur.
Shin grinned as soon as she started to appear. His image flickered suddenly before standing still. His image didn't move. When her spikes dug into his back, she wasn't met with the satisfying sound of tearing flesh, instead, the sound that followed was that or air. Nothing followed, yet her spikes grabbed hold of something.
An image flickered some distance away, watching the two with a third on his way. Shin appeared from the image and sat there smiling. No one used his own attack and got away with it, no one.
"Toshido, Doppleganger Suicide"
The image of himself that she had undoubtably grasped stiffened. His eyes rolled back in his head, and blood poured down his front, gushing from his open mouth. His body spazemed and cuts formed as accross his body. He screamed and his body exploded, releasing a mixture of blood and flamable liquids. This liquid covered the now only two individuals that were there.
The real Shin smiled and clenched his fist. The fluid ignited and exploded. Shin was tired of the bout, and he figured they would be to. If he was wrong, he would continue, but they had had enough training for the time being, and he senced something was amiss. He turned off and looked torwards the stadium...what was going on?
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2005 10:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2005 10:40 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2005 11:08 pm
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