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"If you kill a man, you scorn his wife. If you kill his wife, you scorn her child. If you kill her child, you scorn his village. If you kill his village, you scorn the kingdom. If you kill the kingdom you scorn an empire. If you kill an empire, then who is left?"

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In the spreading conflagration, the dried and jostled remains of the sokushinbushi began to alight. The remaining gasses inside them going out with a puff of flame and jumping to fabric and wood alike. Shin loved to watch fire, it was a true equalizer. It had no enemies, it did not care if it lived or died, and it consumed anything that it pleased until its inevitable passing.

He strived once to be like fire, but now he was mere kindling.

Shin stuck his bleeding foot into the flame as it approached, cauterizing the wound with a sound like sizzling bacon. Bleeding out wasn't doing him any favors, though losing some toes wasn't either.

The supporting wall to his left collapsed under the strain, rubble fell down into the myriad valleys below. The ceiling above began to crumble as well, leaving him with none too many choices. "Girl. Follow or die." And just like that he leaped out from the building through a gout of flames. A trail of burning tongues lashed out in a trail behind him.

One of the nearest gates was Shin's landing point, the force of his collision cracking the stone. All of the force focused into a single spot because he landed on one foot. He spun in place to look back at where the woman stood. Still very clearly seeing her, as no physical barrier can mar sight beyond sight. Her rapacious nature had begun amusing him greatly.
Well the judges are basically any arena regular. Obviously the Arena is kind of a barren wasteland, but I have plans to maybe fix that in the coming months.

Judging is usually based upon the opinion of the judge, and whatever Arena system you're using. Here, the most common is T1, and fights are judged according to the parameters set by that.
Win 1 you get 1 point added to your wins.
Lose 1 you get 1 point added to your losses.

I'll fight you. Post a character, post a location, and I'll match you. I've got the spark right now and I want to make use of it. Obviously not here, in a thread of its own.

Anyway, I'm off work today. I'm usually off Mondays and Thursdays. I work 8 hour shifts 5 days a week, and I'm always home by 1 am, up until 6 am, awake at 12pm, and then work from 4pm.

If you wanna get down with the sickness, I'm ready to go.
T1 is the most commonly used Arena Roleplay system. Not a character.
I fight anyone in any tier. I use T1 for my fights.
I'll fight you. Post a character, post a location, and I'll match you. I've got the spark right now and I want to make use of it. Obviously not here, in a thread of its own.

Concussive shockwaves erupted as the two collided. It had not been unnoticed that she had imitated him to avoid being harmed so fully by the impact. When she caught him by the toes he was actually more proud than concerned with the fact that his smallest toes had broken and were now being jerked from the socket in her grip.

His entire inner ear rattles as she jerked him through the air like a ragdoll. With a gross wet pop they separated and so did a literal handful of his toes.she had thrown him with her left hand, and as such he was sailing back towards where he had originally started before this whole ordeal. How convenient?

Shin spun in the air and righted himself so his face was pointing towards the ground. Just as he passed over his bag, he hooked his fingers through the loop and pulled it along with him out the door into the hallway behind him.

When he finally slowed down from her throw he was much deeper into the temple and placed his one free hand to the floor and let the friction pull him to a stop. Wherein he gingerly rested the now bleeding foot on the stone floor.

He pressed against the floor and shoved himself back upright, letting his weight drop onto the unbloodied foot. He gently held the injured foot over the ground while he reached into the bag to withdraw the metal rod with a comfortable grip.

"Hello old friend."
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