Post by stevenbladearm on Sept 24, 2008 0:12:27 GMT -7
Basically a simple and brief hand to hand fight between Steven and Kokuei. Probably not the best fight but still I thought it was good.
00:27:12 Orikitsu_Kokuei looked Bladearm up and down momentarily, noticing his lack of equipment. Sheathing his own weaponry, he removes the ebony holder of blades and tosses it aside carelessly. Conscientiously he reconstructs his stance, accosting the man with advances. His left fist is disciplined, strictly positioned at his side. His right fist ascends to his solar plexus, for the first time a deep voice bellows articulately beneath the mask, "This duel shall be fair, no weapons on my side and none on yours. Fist to fist, foot to foot; only one shall prevail. Understood?". He advances toward Bladearm, a relatively modern fighting style that consisted of almost everything. His left fist flew outward from it's imprisonment toward Bladearm, a lightning fast jab toward the chest hard enough to send Bladearm in a regressive step backward.
00:43:03 Steven_Bladearm Somehow expected this to not go exactly as the figure said, no sooner had he finished talking he struck. A nice solid punch that should have struck the young mercenary in the chest. His reactions were just a bit quicker than the figure had guessed. As the fist was thrown the young sell sword slid his back foot back effectively moving his body out of the way. To make sure of this he moved his right arm up in a block and parry, throwing the man off balance or merely making him look foolish. Then came his counter, his left elbow came crashing into the temple of the figure with bone shattering force. Each of these actions took place in a span of less than a second. "You speak of fair and then attack before I consent to the duel? I applaud your underhandedness but don't take me for a fool." Stepping back quickly he readied himself for the next attack before speaking again. "And just because you can't see weapons on me doesn't mean that I don't have any. I'm wearing a cloak and I doubt you can see behind my back. But if you wish to fight with fists, so be it.”
01:00:13 Orikitsu_Kokuei listened to the man's sentiments, responding, "I don't need your consent, this is a duel and an important battle. It will not be treated as a respectful bout, you've interfered in my interaction with the target. Hostile or not, this is none of your business.". With an idiosyncratic quickness, his left leg flew outward from it's temporary motionless state. It erupted into a spasmatic yet elegant kick, sailing through the air toward the side of his opponent's knee in order to severely alter the man's balance. If his strike was successful, the intended effect was to bring the man to a single knee. Synchronizing himself with his own movements, the play by play was as fluid as planned choreography. If the man fell to the single knee, he'd quickly whirl behind the man in what was merged into a singular outstretched foot stepping around the immobilized target. His hands would position themselves on the man's head, threatening to snap his neck. His grasp was tightened, and if the man so much as touched those consolidated hands a struggle of strength would occur, Kokuei's automatic impulsive being to snap the neck upon the first touch.
01:32:15 Steven_Bladearm Most would expect the sell sword to dodge the blow and then strike when the man was off balance. Indeed that would have been the strategy had his stance not prevented that from happening. He could either take the blow and hope that it didn't cause too much damage or strike and hope that he caused just as much damage. Being the hard headed fool that he was, he elected for the more painful of the choices. Had he just taken the blow he could have braced for the impact in a way that would limit the pain. Since he was striking he could only brace so much as he made his move. Making his leg as lose as he could, tensing it up would end in a bone shattering collision, by shifting his weights as much as he could to his right leg. From here he could only rely on upper body strength to deliver his blow. Moving his right arm beneath that of his attacker he struck down with his left fist in an effort cause some damage to the man's arm. Even without the aid of his legs his blow was strong. Added to the pressure he was applying with his right arm it would have been enough to cripple a lesser man with pain. But with blow to his knee he could only apply the pressure for so long before he staggered back.
01:43:46 Orikitsu_Kokuei purposely twisted himself into the kick with an insight for the upcoming attack. His bicep shielded him partially like a barricade made him thickened skin, dipping into the kick as he found himself somewhat off balance from the blow. Distraught, he still continued through with his kick and with this exchange he altered his opponent's balance. His arm reddened from the punch, bruising beginning it's culmination. He found himself somewhat despondent but he didn't let it alter his advances, the advancing man the perfect opportunity. Since he'd partially hopped back to support himself after taking the fist and simultaneously kicking his opponent, he had no basis for a follow up to his attack. He charges forward however, used Steven's hurt knee as a basis for his upcoming assault. Since the man had staggered and he had as well, he took this opportunity charge back in and emphasize his next attack on where it'd hurt back. Advancing, he threw outward another left foot and watched it graciously sweep through the air. In the eyes of a fellow melee artist it was an ingenious set up, a magisterial dominance that commanded the knee to succumb to his efforts if stricken. At the same time, it was fluent and the physical execution was exquisite. Extravagant, but necessary. If he nailed his opponent, the knee should've buckled which would serve as a basis for the combination. The left foot should've continued it's voyage despite striking, Kokuei’s leaping and twisting to send a right foot outward toward Steven's torso IF he hit the first move. The first kick should've made the knee buckled and disturbed Steven's balance, a stumble was all that was necessary. The dominant follow up was what would put him down amidst this uncoordinated stagger.
02:05:28 Steven_Bladearm Was wounded but not out of the fight. Had he have kept his leg locked it would have been a different story. His knee would have either been shattered or he would have been crippled for a time. As it was he would be able to move, albeit with some pain. His mind never left the fight even as he mused, he let those thoughts sink into the back of his head while his full attention was on the attack that was coming. What could he do? Charging in would result in another stand off. Retreating would end in him getting struck from behind. Standing his ground would result in another shot to the knee and maybe more. Only one option remained. Sucking up the pain he waited till the last moment to strike. It wasn't nearly as stylized as it could have been but he still managed to pull it off. Kicking off of the ground with both feet he managed to pull off a flip kick that would have his boot coming right up under the chin of the attacker with brutal force. When he landed it would be heavy on his right leg and he would wince in pain as he tried to prepare for the next attack. His stance was simple; left foot forward and light, right foot back and heavy, his right hand would be high up close to his throat and cheek, his left out and low about mid torso, his hands would resemble claws as he waited quietly.
02:15:49 Orikitsu_Kokuei lifted his head somewhat, protecting the consecrated mask. So majestic and sovereign, he wouldn't let this meretricious kick tarnish what he cherished. So he took the kick, sacrificial as he purposely threw himself off of his feet to exaggerate the effects. However something was peculiar about this, why purposely send himself off balance? Was this submission? Even worse, it was victory. He threw himself downward and endured the kick, allowing his melodramatic bewilderment to paint Steven as a hero. However it was to an extent, his appendage flailing and struggling to angle himself as his frame tilted onto his left side. Whilst falling, Orikitsu had sent up his right foot toward the aerial Steven in an aesthetic display. He struggled in a battle for landing positioning as an unbelievably accurate right foot levitate, rocketing upward toward the temporarily exposed head of Steven to nail the man relentlessly and snatch away his consciousness like a successful thief prospering in a mission. Indeed. He should've stricken the base of his opponent's head, Bladearm's skull subjected to severe punishment that was grotesque yet aesthetic. As he fail he hit the right side of his back, grimacing loudly but smiling in a troubling exultance. Pride and barbarity.
02:52:00 Steven_Bladearm Smiled as he fell back to the ground, he had pulled it off. Even though he had ended up in a stalemate at the beginning and couldn't move at his normal pace. He would have to be mo- THUD! And that was the sound of the falling man's foot connecting with his head in mid air. For the first time in a while he got to see the little birdies flapping around his head. His eyes then started tracking the ground and how fast it was approaching. He tried to move but his body wasn't responding at the moment. The only thing he could do was hope that he could still tap into the shadows. As the ground came up and made contact with his head he seemed to pace right through it. There was no sickening thud that most would associate with a head making contact with the hard earth. He was gone, or was he. A quick inspection of the area would find him lying face down a little ways off to the side, breathing heavily as he tried to force himself to his feet. He was still too messed up to function properly and each time he tried he ended up falling again. There was a slight trickle of blood running down the side of his face from a cut that had already started healing. He managed to force his gaze to the other combatant, “That’s it. You win.” Those were his only words as he let his head rest on the ground once more. He should have been better off than this. Apparently when he passed through the shadows his lack of focus caused the passage to be more.....turbulent than he had hoped and so he ended up a little bit more banged up than he thought.
00:27:12 Orikitsu_Kokuei looked Bladearm up and down momentarily, noticing his lack of equipment. Sheathing his own weaponry, he removes the ebony holder of blades and tosses it aside carelessly. Conscientiously he reconstructs his stance, accosting the man with advances. His left fist is disciplined, strictly positioned at his side. His right fist ascends to his solar plexus, for the first time a deep voice bellows articulately beneath the mask, "This duel shall be fair, no weapons on my side and none on yours. Fist to fist, foot to foot; only one shall prevail. Understood?". He advances toward Bladearm, a relatively modern fighting style that consisted of almost everything. His left fist flew outward from it's imprisonment toward Bladearm, a lightning fast jab toward the chest hard enough to send Bladearm in a regressive step backward.
00:43:03 Steven_Bladearm Somehow expected this to not go exactly as the figure said, no sooner had he finished talking he struck. A nice solid punch that should have struck the young mercenary in the chest. His reactions were just a bit quicker than the figure had guessed. As the fist was thrown the young sell sword slid his back foot back effectively moving his body out of the way. To make sure of this he moved his right arm up in a block and parry, throwing the man off balance or merely making him look foolish. Then came his counter, his left elbow came crashing into the temple of the figure with bone shattering force. Each of these actions took place in a span of less than a second. "You speak of fair and then attack before I consent to the duel? I applaud your underhandedness but don't take me for a fool." Stepping back quickly he readied himself for the next attack before speaking again. "And just because you can't see weapons on me doesn't mean that I don't have any. I'm wearing a cloak and I doubt you can see behind my back. But if you wish to fight with fists, so be it.”
01:00:13 Orikitsu_Kokuei listened to the man's sentiments, responding, "I don't need your consent, this is a duel and an important battle. It will not be treated as a respectful bout, you've interfered in my interaction with the target. Hostile or not, this is none of your business.". With an idiosyncratic quickness, his left leg flew outward from it's temporary motionless state. It erupted into a spasmatic yet elegant kick, sailing through the air toward the side of his opponent's knee in order to severely alter the man's balance. If his strike was successful, the intended effect was to bring the man to a single knee. Synchronizing himself with his own movements, the play by play was as fluid as planned choreography. If the man fell to the single knee, he'd quickly whirl behind the man in what was merged into a singular outstretched foot stepping around the immobilized target. His hands would position themselves on the man's head, threatening to snap his neck. His grasp was tightened, and if the man so much as touched those consolidated hands a struggle of strength would occur, Kokuei's automatic impulsive being to snap the neck upon the first touch.
01:32:15 Steven_Bladearm Most would expect the sell sword to dodge the blow and then strike when the man was off balance. Indeed that would have been the strategy had his stance not prevented that from happening. He could either take the blow and hope that it didn't cause too much damage or strike and hope that he caused just as much damage. Being the hard headed fool that he was, he elected for the more painful of the choices. Had he just taken the blow he could have braced for the impact in a way that would limit the pain. Since he was striking he could only brace so much as he made his move. Making his leg as lose as he could, tensing it up would end in a bone shattering collision, by shifting his weights as much as he could to his right leg. From here he could only rely on upper body strength to deliver his blow. Moving his right arm beneath that of his attacker he struck down with his left fist in an effort cause some damage to the man's arm. Even without the aid of his legs his blow was strong. Added to the pressure he was applying with his right arm it would have been enough to cripple a lesser man with pain. But with blow to his knee he could only apply the pressure for so long before he staggered back.
01:43:46 Orikitsu_Kokuei purposely twisted himself into the kick with an insight for the upcoming attack. His bicep shielded him partially like a barricade made him thickened skin, dipping into the kick as he found himself somewhat off balance from the blow. Distraught, he still continued through with his kick and with this exchange he altered his opponent's balance. His arm reddened from the punch, bruising beginning it's culmination. He found himself somewhat despondent but he didn't let it alter his advances, the advancing man the perfect opportunity. Since he'd partially hopped back to support himself after taking the fist and simultaneously kicking his opponent, he had no basis for a follow up to his attack. He charges forward however, used Steven's hurt knee as a basis for his upcoming assault. Since the man had staggered and he had as well, he took this opportunity charge back in and emphasize his next attack on where it'd hurt back. Advancing, he threw outward another left foot and watched it graciously sweep through the air. In the eyes of a fellow melee artist it was an ingenious set up, a magisterial dominance that commanded the knee to succumb to his efforts if stricken. At the same time, it was fluent and the physical execution was exquisite. Extravagant, but necessary. If he nailed his opponent, the knee should've buckled which would serve as a basis for the combination. The left foot should've continued it's voyage despite striking, Kokuei’s leaping and twisting to send a right foot outward toward Steven's torso IF he hit the first move. The first kick should've made the knee buckled and disturbed Steven's balance, a stumble was all that was necessary. The dominant follow up was what would put him down amidst this uncoordinated stagger.
02:05:28 Steven_Bladearm Was wounded but not out of the fight. Had he have kept his leg locked it would have been a different story. His knee would have either been shattered or he would have been crippled for a time. As it was he would be able to move, albeit with some pain. His mind never left the fight even as he mused, he let those thoughts sink into the back of his head while his full attention was on the attack that was coming. What could he do? Charging in would result in another stand off. Retreating would end in him getting struck from behind. Standing his ground would result in another shot to the knee and maybe more. Only one option remained. Sucking up the pain he waited till the last moment to strike. It wasn't nearly as stylized as it could have been but he still managed to pull it off. Kicking off of the ground with both feet he managed to pull off a flip kick that would have his boot coming right up under the chin of the attacker with brutal force. When he landed it would be heavy on his right leg and he would wince in pain as he tried to prepare for the next attack. His stance was simple; left foot forward and light, right foot back and heavy, his right hand would be high up close to his throat and cheek, his left out and low about mid torso, his hands would resemble claws as he waited quietly.
02:15:49 Orikitsu_Kokuei lifted his head somewhat, protecting the consecrated mask. So majestic and sovereign, he wouldn't let this meretricious kick tarnish what he cherished. So he took the kick, sacrificial as he purposely threw himself off of his feet to exaggerate the effects. However something was peculiar about this, why purposely send himself off balance? Was this submission? Even worse, it was victory. He threw himself downward and endured the kick, allowing his melodramatic bewilderment to paint Steven as a hero. However it was to an extent, his appendage flailing and struggling to angle himself as his frame tilted onto his left side. Whilst falling, Orikitsu had sent up his right foot toward the aerial Steven in an aesthetic display. He struggled in a battle for landing positioning as an unbelievably accurate right foot levitate, rocketing upward toward the temporarily exposed head of Steven to nail the man relentlessly and snatch away his consciousness like a successful thief prospering in a mission. Indeed. He should've stricken the base of his opponent's head, Bladearm's skull subjected to severe punishment that was grotesque yet aesthetic. As he fail he hit the right side of his back, grimacing loudly but smiling in a troubling exultance. Pride and barbarity.
02:52:00 Steven_Bladearm Smiled as he fell back to the ground, he had pulled it off. Even though he had ended up in a stalemate at the beginning and couldn't move at his normal pace. He would have to be mo- THUD! And that was the sound of the falling man's foot connecting with his head in mid air. For the first time in a while he got to see the little birdies flapping around his head. His eyes then started tracking the ground and how fast it was approaching. He tried to move but his body wasn't responding at the moment. The only thing he could do was hope that he could still tap into the shadows. As the ground came up and made contact with his head he seemed to pace right through it. There was no sickening thud that most would associate with a head making contact with the hard earth. He was gone, or was he. A quick inspection of the area would find him lying face down a little ways off to the side, breathing heavily as he tried to force himself to his feet. He was still too messed up to function properly and each time he tried he ended up falling again. There was a slight trickle of blood running down the side of his face from a cut that had already started healing. He managed to force his gaze to the other combatant, “That’s it. You win.” Those were his only words as he let his head rest on the ground once more. He should have been better off than this. Apparently when he passed through the shadows his lack of focus caused the passage to be more.....turbulent than he had hoped and so he ended up a little bit more banged up than he thought.
