Description: Each fighter will receive an unmarked package delivered to them either through standard postage or through courier late in the evening. Inside is a standard GPS device with a location preloaded. Those savvy with the local area will notice the indication located is a seedy part of Barton town. Known for it's projects, slums, and red light districts. Common establishments include brothels, clubs, greasy diners, tiny apartments, and pawn shops.
It'll be night time before anyone will be able to reach the indicated location. It appears awfully run down, with decaying buildings covered with graffiti and trash laying about. The complete lack of official personal or equipment might make one wonder if this was a set up, at least until their opponent arrives. A few low lifes linger around, with mixed reactions as the fights commence. Some will drunkenly cheer random fighters on, while others might threaten to call the cops. More still will opt to just ignore whats going on, as if it was just another day in the life. If one is observant, they might notice a particular silvery haired girl sitting near the entrance to a nightclub with a friend, both of whom seem to be paying close attention.
Sure hope you all can recognize each other!
Field Measurements: Roughly 40 foot square paved lot. This does overflow to some degree
Ten Count Boundary: Stepping into the street or any of the adjacent businesses will start the ten count. This, however, may be worth it due to the items listed below.
Bonus: Due to not being properly cleared before the matches, there are all sorts of impromptu items littering around. 2x4s with nails, broken bottles and shards of glass, lengths of metal piping all are options for the opportunist fighter. Who knows what else the nearby dumpster might hold. On top of that, an enterprising fighter might opt to risk the 10 count to grab a weapon from one of the nearby businesses. Chairs, pool cues, and even knives are options from the various places nearby...if they can get in and out again in time.
Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 1:26 pm
⌠ Arc Imishi ⌡
Arc sighed, he had been following this damned gps device since the package had arrived in his room this morning. His eyes were starting to blur when he looked at the devices screen an indication that he was unused to working suck equipment for long periods. Thankfully Arc wasnt a complete technophobe. The gps device was in fact fairly simple once you started tinkering with it a little. A man more familiar with the technology might even get to the location before the swordsman. Today he wore all three of his blades, though he had contemplated leaving the nodaichi in his room for this expedition. Arc was deep in the seediest parts of Barton Town this evening and the alleys were lit only by the glow of fluorescent signs.
His gps device indicated that he was about a block from where he was supposed to be, looking at the map on the device he took a right turn deeper into a darker dingier alleyway. About two minutes later he was where the device said he was supposed to be. A bar, pool tables included sat around the edge of the square, a small shop, like a second hand grocery mart. An abandoned building, probably once a shanty. A few alleyways, dumpsters, and the main street made up the arena if this was the spot.
The city in japan where he had grown up had looked a lot like this in places, and as a kid, he would wander these places with a pipe in hand, showing off the skills his mother was teaching him. Arc chose a spot where he could not be approached readily from behind and crouched eyes looking for details on who or where his opponent might be. Being new to the scene he didnt know much about the existing participants other than that they were good at what they did.
The three Black SUVs rolled down the side streets quietly, turning this way and that. He was blind folded but he smelled the ever too familiar scent of rot and sadness...Barton Slums. The SUVs halted when the GPS began to beep loudly, they were here.
Early that day a Device had come to the Hotel Room and had explained what was going to happen. So plans had been made to escort him here, hence the three SUVs filled with SWAT ready to gun him down if he made a run for it. He wouldn't run, he couldn't.
And so as Arc stood there looking about three black SUVs pulled up and stopped, head lights shining bright. The local populace was not inclined to see why three un-marked trucks had come and so they slowly began to scatter. From the first two trucks men poured out in Black BDUs, shotguns and MP5s in hand. They swept the square quickly before one of them hand signaled the all clear. Once this was done a skinny but tall man stepped out of the last SUV, his suit clean and simple. He had a strange way about him as he carried himself, like nothing on Gaia could touch him. He strolled up to the center of the square and looked around before looking Arc up and down with a grin. He gave a gentle nod to the man and turned, walking back to the SUV.
As he did this the back door was opened and out stepped the man Arc would be fighting. Christopher stood a near 6'6 with dark long hair and muscle bulging in all the right places. He had a firm athletic build, not overly muscular. He had on ripped black cargo pants, black boots, and a black long sleeve shirt covered in dirt and blood. The blind fold was ripped from his head as two armed security escorted him to the front of the SUVs, at no time did any of the men in the square take their sights off this being. The only sound one could hear now was the clank of the shackles as the big man lumbered forth and became face to face with the man in the suit.
"Mr. Hume, congratulations you made it to round 2."
Chris said nothing he simply stood there staring with hate filled hazel eyes.
"Right....well I have been granted a permission due to your success, a motivational present so to speak."
Christopher would follow the man's motion as from one of the other SUVs a little girl was escorted out. She had bright blonde hair and blue eyes so deep they looked like the ocean. She had on jeans and a black sweatshirt a little to large for her but it was her...it was his daughter! The girl spotted her father and bolted free of the Security officer's grip. Lunging at her father who embraced her as best he could in his large chained arms. Her cries of joy filled the air as he hugged her tight, stroking her hair, soothing her tear filled hysteria. "Hey baby girl it's ok, daddy's here its gonna be ok."
He held her close for a minute or two but nothing stopped the screams of sorrow that echoed from her. He glanced up as the Security took a step forward and he only hugged her tighter. "Karen baby listen daddy has to do something now but he is going to set you free. Don't you worry baby just stay strong, stay strong for me ok!?" The Security held him as one of the men pried her from his arms. He struggled a little but when the shotgun barrel was put to the back of his head he stopped. The 16 year old girl screamed in fury kicking and punching to get back to her father but it was no good. She was pulled from his arms and stuffed back into the SUV where her muffled shouts and crying could barely be heard.
As he stood and turned he was pulled to the side and un-chained. The shackles removed and allowing him to freely lift his hands. He twisted his wrists where the metal had cut into his skin, wincing as he stretched his sore legs. He marched over to the man in the suit who was holding a black round shield and with in it a black Hopolite sword. "Good Luck Mr. Hume...win this and you will be one step closer to her freedom...Gods speed...."
Christopher yanked the shield from his hand, lifting it a few times to get use to the weight again. The shield was well crafted and the sheath was tucked on the inside of the shield like the old days. He held the shield in the left hand and with a swift and fluent motion drew the sword like it was a butter knife. The double sided blade shined as the razor edges sliced through the air with ease. He twirled it a little to get use to it and then slowly approached this strange men who had decide to remain. He had been shown a picture but no video footage of the last guys fight. He knew nothing about him, except what he looked like and that he was going to try and kill him. Christopher let out a gentle breathe and stood, eyeing the man carefully......"Well...lets get this over with...."
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 5:58 pm
⌠ Ezarin Malin ⌡
Arc let his eyes narrow, gold rimmed deep blue, with gold flecks, piercing as he watched the scene unfold. His opponent was being forced to fight, apparently for the safety of his daughter. The half angel grimaced and held his hand up in greeting to the other fighter as his daughter was dragged away. The shield would prove problematic, especially with the mans other hand holding a sword. Arc adjusted his footing so that his right foot was forward its toes pointed at his opponent, while his left foot was back and perpendicular to his lead foot both knees bent slightly. He looked down the length of his shoulder as he circled to his right always pointed directly at his opponent watching as he slowly closed the distance spiraling in towards his opponents right side.
His right hand fell and drifted to his left hip in a casual motion, coming to rest on the hilt of his katana. His left hand came to fall on the sheathe of the katana a trick he had learned from his mother that would deceive his opponents eye when it came to the speed of the draw. If he found the time he would press the question later about the man's daughter, but for the moment he needed to get this fight started so the man would open up. Arc had the feeling this issue was personal, but if the girls life was in danger than Arc might have to back down.
A Katana fighter was his adversary, very well. His names origin was a rough translation to Wandering Spirit. A majority of his childhood was spent in Japanese cultural in Hokaido. The art of Bushido and more specifically the Katana was familiar to him. He also knew that the man wielding it was not traditional in his style, it was a western adaption that became prominent on Gaia about 1000 years ago. With a fluid and swift motion he reacted to the enemy as he got closer. His body hunkering down as the shield spun and rose to a frontal position. His right foot retreated as his left took lead and he aggressively stepped forward into his stance. Low and down, the shield up front with the sword at mid torso and pointed forward just behind the shield. He could easily move, defend, strike, and block from this position.
He also turned himself to stay face front to his enemy, his eyes staring with that blank hazel expression, like a machine. He then began to move forward, pressing an advance with shield first to close the distance too no more than two feet between them. Shield at the ready in case Arc got the foolish idea to swing with his sword.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 2:31 pm
⌠ Arc Imishi ⌡
Arc kept his distance at four feet backing off and spiraling to his right even as his opponent tried to close in. At six foot and just barely two solid inches to boast with, Arc is one of the taller mostly human swordsman you might encounter. His build is light but agile, meant for speed and efficiency not raw power at the onset. To this end as he pivoted back spiraling out to maintain his distance his hands shifted to his forward facing hip and the hilt of the nodaichi. The weapon would come free of its hilt in a blur that challenged the eye to keep up even as the forward right foot pivoted back accelerating the draw.
The draw was an attack though as he passed into the ideal range of the nodaichi when being drawn at about three feet. The slashing motion was meant to slam into the right edge of the shield which had been held still while his opponent advanced forward at least from his own perspective. If the strike hit the edge of the shield a twist of his wrist would reverse the direction the blade was facing and a sudden sharp skipping step forward would drive the blade along the ever so slight curve of its spine around the edge of the shield and right at the shield wielding arm.
Arc wasnt fond of shields but his background fighting shields while in the service of heaven had given him a little bit of experience in the matter and he found that if he could find an oblique angle to attack from you could neutralize the existence of the shield. In this case he intended to drive the point of his katana, guided by the mans own shield into his shield arm, and hope that the greater reach of his nodaichi kept that little short sword out of play. Arc would watch and judge the exchange wish his blue gold eyes focused on the out come. Arc might have been urged to withdraw from the fight to save the girl before this fighter revealed his own killing intent. Now if necessary, Arc would put him down as best as he could.
Samayou Tamashii
Six foot 2 and built roughly like an aikido specialist, light, but highly fit.
Active abilities / techniques
₪₪Quick Draw₪₪ A swordsman trained in iaido benefits from the ability quick draw with any katana, tachi, wakizashi, nodachi, or even ninja-to. This ability allows the wielder to make a full attack with their weapon from the sheathed position. Or to sheathe a weapon from a full strike. This art is at the heart of iaido.
₪₪ Fluid Stance₪₪ Iaido is traditionally a very rigid art, but by practicing the Zen of the martial art a master may learn to use and develop new kata or forms by following lines of fluidity which develop within the moment of attacking.
₪₪Sleight of Hand₪₪ considered the heart of stage magic this actually allows Arc to manipulate the blades he wields in a number of unique ways mid strike including reversing the striking edge of the blade to withhold a lethal blow.
Christopher did not wish to kill but this was hard to surmise from the blank expression in his face. He kept himself locked on his foe who kept pulling back and in the blink of an eye switched his hand position. to another weapon. Chris was familiar with the Nodachi, it's strengths, and more importantly it's weaknesses. As his adversary drew his weapon the shield rose two inches, blade and metal clanging as the weapon furiously clashed against the edge of his shield. With out hesitating Chris would step forward with explosive speed and push his shield out to his left just a few inches. This would parry the long Nodachi outward and well away from his body, with his shield between him and it's edge.
Simultaneously his right side came forward and his Hopolite sword would reveal its truth. Most Hopolite swords had a 32 inch blade, Chris had one that was 38 to compensate for his large size. It gave him a slightly longer reach, which combined with his over 79 inch reach was impressive. Arc had to swing a Nodachi with both hands, (I assume you did so to manipulate such a large weapon?) This meant as Chris parried it out to his left Arc was extending with both arms, meaning his left arm was right now across his chest and in the open.
In a quick slashing motion that was like black lighting Chris would bring his sword up and out, aiming to go from low to high and slice across Arc's Left Tricep. It was not a lethal wound but the damage to the muscle tissue would make the art of properly swinging any of his weapons that required two hands extremely difficult. This was a classic and perfectly executed Greek/Roman counter attack. The shield was close and handy ready to defend, the move did not leave many openings and his enemy was caught off guard, or so Chris hoped.
Chris was aiming to injure the lad, to force him into a position where retaliation would likely cause him death. If Arc persisted to try and obtain glory Chris would have no remorse in beheading him, but he did not want it to come to that....but as a Father trying to save his daughter he would also not back down.
If Arc thought he was in for an easy win, he was in for a very, VERY rude awakening.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 7:42 pm
⌠ Arc Imishi ⌡
Arc bent his right knee the knee forward and nearest his opponent and twisted his wrists coiling his arms back towards his core. A thrust of his boot against the ground would give him the momentum necessary to lift his rear foot and skip back a step. As his sword had hit the edge of the shield, he had reversed the direction its edge was facing with a specialized twist of his wrist. The repositioning of his blade meant that the thrust even though it was out of position left the blade in a unique position. As his feet skipped back he pivoted on his rear left foot drawing his right foot around in a pivot. The motion would leave him not quite square with the swordsman as his attack came forward Arc was similarly out of position though not by enough to quite avoid the attack. Instead of striking where it should have it struck across the top of his wrist from the right side to the center of the hand in an elongated diagonal slash.
A sharp hiss escaped his lips as Arc skipped forward sharply once the attack extended past his hand instantly moving to place himself in the shadow of the sword arm, in the area of the body where once extended it could not cleanly be defended from. His few steps had given him an in, to the defenses that he could see. The nodaichi sported a slight ding and more than a few scrapes as it had been run for most of its length against the shield. The position was not terribly advantageous especially given that he was wielding a two handed weapon meant for powerful attacks. Arc would heft the nodaichi in a sharp chop at the mans own right arm much higher on the outside just below the shoulder where the razor sharp katana could slice through flesh and muscle like butter. Only the one imperfection in the cutting edge smashed by the edge of the shield would rip instead of cutting cleanly.
Arc had used the least possible movement to escape the slash at his arms, and then come in hard and fast with one of his own to his opponents weapon arm aiming to remove all the power from his swings if he even had enough strength left to hold the blade once Arc was done with him. This was his strength as a swordsman, evade and strike in the shadow of an attack. He was quick and agile more so than the man wielding the shield slowed by having to focus on two responses at once, and built for the strength to wield the heavier weapons, versus the lighter more agile weapons the iaido specialist had brought to the table.
A sharp hiss escaped his lips as Arc skipped forward sharply once the attack extended past his hand instantly moving to place himself in the shadow of the sword arm, in the area of the body where once extended it could not cleanly be defended from.
There was no bias in his movements, no anger or mindless aggression. the swift and efficient flow of his form was perfectly in sync, much like how Achilles and him use to train. The ancient being that he was had trained only with the best, from Achilles to Alexander of Macedonia.
What did this mean? It mean't that by the time Arc began to step forward and swing the sword arm had already retracted. A two handed Nodachi in this close of space was terrible and awkward to wield, the weapon had been originally designed for very confident and structured dueling. The Greek shield and Hopolite was for close in swift actions that were easily twice as fast as the man wielding a two handed behemoth.
To assume a man was built for strength based on his size was to form an opinion on very little information. Socratic thinking designated an opinion as the lowest form of thought. Know your weapon, know your body, and you will know everything about your weakness, strength, and your enemies train of thought. Arc was fast, but to move his 6'2 frame still took more time then for Chris to withdraw his arm, limb VS body speed and limb always won.
And so as the large Nodachi came down it would miss. Chris would lean back just a tad, allowing the blade to slice by in the air just a few inches or so in front of him. However this lean back lead up to his back leg tensing, powerful muscle bulging and it erupted with a powerful frontal assault. As his enemy swung and missed he would bring the shield back in, turn to square to his enemy and shove! His back right leg shoved his near compacted 370 pound frame forward and directly at Arc's chest!
Body tight and tucked, form flawless and clean, he moved like a machine not a man. There was but three feet or so between them and his enemy was committed to a two handed weapon assault. Collision was imminent unless Arc could blink from existence, but anything was possible. He would only need to slide his left foot forward a few inches and the space was cleared, his shield shoving towards the upper body of his foe before he could pull back his weapon. Chris was aiming to full on slam him not with a dedicated charge but a simple pushing shove. With his shield up and close his defense was near impregnable, his speed explosive and if he hit the force of impact would rock the smaller adversary like a charging bull. Sadly it would reveal that Chris was not as he seemed, it would tell Arc that his enemy was much heavier then he appeared but was still quick and athletic, just not graceful like a dancer.
But there was more to this attack then simply knocking his foe down and the shield hid that fact. The Hopolite sword rested near his waist line and with a quick downward thrust during his shield charge the tip would poke out from under the shield at a downward angle and attempt to thrust a few inches into Arc's lead leg. The aim would be somewhere just above the knee, in the meat of the thigh. It was a quick little stab that barely required any movement from his arm and was a technique commonly used in phalanx fighting during Alexander's campaigns. It could decimate entire army front lines, imagine what it could do to a single duelist.
But again it was a mere poke, another move intended to slow his enemy down and injure him, not kill him. The lad was fighting against someone who was equally fast, most likely stronger and their conflicting styles was also not in his favor. Nodachi vs a Greek sword and shield would fail almost every time, considering the range and form, it would not be long unless Arc changed something in his style fast. If he did Chris would adapt, his thousands of years of knowledge and experiences worked in his favor and anything Arc tried, he would find a way to dominate and this he was confident in. No western styled samurai would stand between him and his daughter's freedom.....
He just didn't want to kill, it went against everything he was as a teacher...but he would not refrain if Arc did not back down soon.....
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 9:00 pm
⌠ Arc Imishi ⌡
Arc raised an eye brow as the other man managed to lean back and pivot out of the way of the strike, but all he could do is maintain his focus. As the man pivoted back he would lunge forward, his shield coming square with body of the samurai. The thrust was a shove and the glint of the sword tucked like a pike into the edge of the shield warned Arc not to take the shield thrust square. He withdrew his thrusting slash with a back peddling step while he rotated his body but not towards the shield, away from it instead, the pivot would avoid the thrust of the blade and place his body in a position where the mans shield would apply its force to his back, and allow him to be pushed forward accelerated by the thrust of the shield which required his opponent plant himself to shove.
Arc would be thrown forward turning it into a half run, which would leave him in front of an all glass store front where he would turn to face his opponent, who he was sure would start following as soon as he recovered from the solid base needed to make a shield bash of that type. Arc had used his own body positioning to take an attack which could have seriously damaged his chances in this fight, and used it to return the fight to an ideal distance of combat.
So focused was he on his opponent that he barely noticed the warmth or wetness spreading down the outside of his left hip. He was bleeding from a fairly shallow cut, the second of its type one on his wrist, the other on his outer left hip. The fact that his opponent had managed to slip out of two separate thrusts, especially after committing to a second attack would have frustrated a lot of individuals. Arc was stoic though, his blue eyes filling with light slowly as he began to gather his angelic magic.
Arc would be wrong. As he turned gracefully and was shoved away Chris would hunker down for only a second. The clouds above rumbling as a slight drizzle began to form, a rainstorm was moving in.
During this fight the silver haired women had not left his subconscious. Other then the SUVs and their company all other civilians had left the area.....she was a Judge. Regardless he was not here to put on a show, he was here for a higher purpose.
He stood up right, relaxing his shield and sword hand as he took a step forward, his hair whipping out from the front of his face as he called over the rain. "You are strong..." The admiration in his voice was clear but the layer of sorrow that followed was him revealing a solid truth, one he despaired in. Because it reminded him of exactly what he was, a trained killer. "...but you can't win lad...give it up. I've philosophized with Christ, moved the stones for Saint Peter to build the first church, fought in the crusades, battled at the Pits of Salvene with Gabriel himself! Nothing will stop me from saving her lad....most of all you.."
The rain began to pour now as drops of water doused his clothes. The fresh smell of blood and Holy Power filtered into his nostrils like a pungent rot. his head whipping to the man in the Suit who stood around his SUVs and guarded men, his barks of hate roaring over the thunder above. "Is this what he wants?!? A show?! Like a dog on a leash..." He lowered his head to the ground finally, eyes staring at his hands as he gripped his shield and sword. "...so be it then."
With an abrupt motion he began to walk towards his adversary, arms swinging through the rain as water dripped down his fingers and to the puddle filled street below. His eyes switching back to that blank machine like stare but every muscle now bulged with a invigorating and intense power. "Give up now or Christ help me lad.....I'll rend you limb from limb..."
He was with in the Nodachi range in seconds, but he was still slightly out of range for his Hopolite. His enemy had a two foot gap advantage and as soon as he was there he lunged forward with his left foot, then pushed off it to zag right. For a big man he moved with explosive speed and grace. The shield coming half way up and ready to deflect as he attempted to close the distance yet again.
The enemy had the glass window shop to his back, and nowhere to go but through it, or to the sides. Christopher would attempt to misdirect and come in from the lad's left side, quick and powerfully.
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 4:13 pm
⌠ Arc Imishi ⌡
As his opponent spoke to himself golden light began to gather around the nodaichi, it sang of heaven's power, of an angels magic. Quickly Arc shifted himself to a more fluid stance continuing to focus, on his gathering energy as his opponent finished his tirade, begging for him to give up, threatening him with dismemberment. The attack gathering to the blade was one of Arc's truly unique attacks a special ability mean to maximize his powers as an angels child. Brighter and brighter the sword became as his opponent came forward. He would not be quite ready yet, not for the attack he was planning. Rather than waste the energy though he would wait until his opponent was closing the final few feet and dance to the mans left out of the gap intended to shut him in and on the opposite side of the hoplite sword.
With any luck he would reverse the direction of their positioning. With the shieldsman's back against the glass and no where to retreat to given his position. Not that his opponent was known for retreating. Still lighter and faster and lacking the weight of extra armor to slow him down slipping through the gap on the left and spiraling around behind. This time unlike last time he would raise the nodaichi to the ready immediately.
Arc had refused to back down, he remained head strong and forward. Christopher gritted his teeth at the concept of having to kill yet another Angel. He had killed so many, fought along side of them...him and Heaven's Court had a history.
Now the young divine did not heed his warnings and as he closed the space no swing was taken. He was waiting for something and so Chris would prepare. His veins began to pulse with Psionic Energy as a slight spike of power prepared his dormant mind abilities. He had Concussion and Wall at his Disposal, he was not ready to use either one at a moment's notice.
His enemy would not strike forward but dance out to his left, Chris would respond by lifting his shield a few inches but no attack came, instead he tried to circle. Chris's right foot would lunge him back the direction he came, using his foot work to keep up as best he could. He wore no armor so he was light on his feet ad his weapons felt like feathers too him. But he was still a large frame and Arc would always be more graceful in this aspect. However Chris could avoid letting the boy get fully around. He would keep square with him, the SUVs to his back, the glass window of the store to his right, and Arc directly in front of him.
He could sense the impending attack, the power radiating from the Nodachi and Chris subtly shook his head. his voice but a mere whisper as he stared down Arc. "Don't do it lad....."
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2013 10:05 am
⌠ Arc Imishi ⌡
Arc sighed as the man turned his shield still raised and mouthed the words, dont do it. Unfortunately for the psion it was far to late for that. Arc raised the blade of his nodaichi to his cheek one palm on the pommel the leading hand throttling the tsuba of the large weapon. By now the energy was brilliant gold and the distance between them was small. The shield stood between but in many ways it served as the target for this particular attack. Power wavered in the air, untamed as the power gathered to the blade shivered waiting for the intonation which would set it free.
”kagayaku ejji!”
The intonation spoken as the blade was thrust forward would have devastating consequences, normally this spell is thrown as a slash revealing a huge wave of golden energy. This time though, Arc chose to project it through the point of the thrust, the same amount of energy down a much smaller line, no thicker than that of the blade. The strike was fast, like lightning flickering out from Arc's body as every muscle held tense for several moments now finally uncoiled with purpose. A jab, or a thrust, the fastest motion the human body could generate on an action preconceived and not instinctive. Aimed at the center of the shield, hidden from his opponents clear view, other than the golden hue of the attack.
The unleashing of the angelic power would do terrible things to the shield, especially if it was not proofed against such magical forces. Arc was spending one of his most powerful abilities to shatter the shield in his opponents face, with an attack that had the potential to punch right through and strike his opponent through the arm holding the shield in more than one place if it was bent at all. The penetrating power of this attack was perhaps the highest in Arc's arsenal when used as a thrust in this fashion.
As soon as the energy started to release though the blade would already be drawing back from the point of impact, the palm closing around the butt of the hilt to pull back even as his body coiled back up to react to any counter his opponent might muster. Provided he was even remotely prepared for what this attack was capable of delivering.
”In the words of the great American street punks, Bite Me!”
This would be Arc's final response to all of the man's begging, pleading and gloating. It wasnt even remotely appropriate for his position. But son of a b***h did saying it feel right. Arc doubted everything would go as planned, but if it did, this could turn the tables on the whole battle swinging it deeply in Arc's favor. Worst case scenario, the strike didnt strike the shield square, and the shield was resiliant against magic, causing the attack to reflect off the shield like a mirror and punch through the nearest suv's driver side front tire before gouging deep into the pavement underneath.
Samayou Tamashii
Christopher Hume
Active abilities / techniques
₪₪Glittering Edge₪₪ Attached to the intonation: kagayaku ejji, This technique uses Shiroi Karasu to project light as a combination and advanced form of sanctified strike. While the attack generates light it is not crafted of light rather instead it is crafted of an angels heavenly energy. This strike projects a single incredibly powerful wave of heavenly energy from the edge of the white raven nodachi which is itself fittingly appropriate. The attack is easy to read if the blade is already drawn but is a shifty strike if used as a draw spell. (Preparation two rounds.) (Cooldown six rounds.)
Arc stood a good five or six feet away and his stance was strong. He refused to back down as he whispered his heavenly incantation. He built up his holy energy in the blade of his sword and the with no remorse in his actions he would thrust the tip at Christopher. Time slowed down for him, it felt like seconds ticking away on the clock could take hours. Inch by inch the tip of the Nodachi came closer to his shield and in this moment Christopher felt one thing...regret....
It didn't have to be this way.
Arc didn't notice, perhaps he did but did not care. Christopher's eyes flashed with a gray hue before he ducked fully behind the shield, bringing it up as his left arm tensed. His right slid back and his leg muscles locked as he went full defense, already wincing at the incoming bomb shell.
The air around the pair became a vacuum as the torrents of power flooded into Chris's arm just before impact, and silence fell. You could hear a pin drop, but more importantly the tiny ping as the Nodachi's tip hit the shield center....after that...nothing.
Arc would never get the chance to verbally express his feelings towards Christopher because in a rushing flood of noise the only thing anyone could hear was the over whelming sound of an explosion! The heavenly energy began to channel and the shield responded with a massive Psionic Concussion! The Psion channeled the ability into his left hand, through the shield, which he then used as a conduit to meet the heavenly forces head on! The shield's round design acted like a buffer and forced not only the concussion force outward, but combined with the heavenly energy amplified and erupted in a volatile combination of powerful energies.
Christopher had utilized an offense attack to defend, channeling it through a shield as a weapon. The technique would in basic meet energy with energy and normally the two would cancel out. The shield's surface would act as a wall however that would force the now combined energies to repel against it's surface, and directly at Arc in a devastating blow back effect!
It was not a direct attack since the energy would rush in all directions away from the surface but Arc would be caught in the blow back that yielded enough power to easily lift any good sized man off his feet and send him flying.
Christopher was only standing due to his powerful and dense frame, playing to his strengths as he strained to keep himself from being thrown back. His left hand holding onto the shield for dear life as it shook and rumbled. Glass shattered at the store fronts as concrete below Chris's feet cracked. Debris was tossed aside like dust and for a brief moment the rain that fell was shoved back to the heaven from whence it came!
The fate of his Adversary was unknown too him for a brief second or two after the eruption but Christopher held Creed in his right hand, ready to act. He could only assume that if Arc was wearing no armor, he would most likely be in no condition to retaliate now. His shield was workable but would need maintenance sometime soon. It shined black before and now it was a dull scorched color. ...
Slowly the silence fell and the rain came rushing down again, dripping on the hot metal of Dogma and causing steam to rise. Christopher peeked over the edge of his shield, looking out at the destruction Arc had inadvertently caused....
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- {Psionic Abilities} Power Points: [ 3 ] Status: : Active : Psionic Concussion: Cooling.... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
