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Literally could have just argued it out by this point. Two weeks man.

"Ki can make Ice too!?" Battle of Ki Users, Brighton vs Tanzo

Phantoms of gladiatorial combat filled the air, Brighton felt their prescience in his very core. Their long passed battles laying the foundation for future conflict. An everlasting war, waged away from the prying eyes of the unworthy. This battleground filled Alexander with a burning sparking determination, it washed over him and rushed through him. The youthful spark of courage was the greatest feeling that any man could dream of feeling.

While Tanzo was feeling the spirits themselves, Brighton was feeling the spirit of the spirits. You know, their spirit? That kind of spirit. You know, spirit in the spirited sense. Not in the spiritual sense of spirit.

This sense of wonderment was drowned by the sudden rush of awe as he stepped into the ancient coliseum. Without flaw, it was a perfect venue. Thousands of seats, a massive stage, and an audience of the dead. Brighton took a few skipping steps towards the middle and spun around on his heel, taking in everything from the sights to the smells. "Everything about this place is wonderful!" Brighton cried out with a hefty air of enthusiasm and joy.

"A wonderful opponent, the perfect arena, foes on even terms! There's nothing in the world that could dampen my mood this day!" Overflowing with cheer and determination, Brighton whipped his sword upwards and hopped into a perfect fencer's stance. Keeping his footing loose and light, placing his left hand behind his back and tilting the blade towards Tanzo.

Even though he was about to engage in a fight that could very well take his life, Sunshine's face couldn't be more jovial. A smile beaming from ear to ear, exposing his perfectly straight pearly white teeth. A small glint of light ran along the edges of his teeth and twinkled at the corner of his mouth. "My friend, I wish you the greatest of luck! I have since noticed your cold demeanor, pardon the pun. And I would like to 'electrify' you with my personality!"

Standing there, blade aimed towards Tanzo, Brighton's body tensed up sharply. Every muscle in his body jolting sharply upwards, his height seemed to shift upwards for a moment and then quickly dropped back down. Electricity surged through his body, sparking over the curvature of his skin. Through his clothing and out to the winds. Discharging with bright blue and yellow sparks, running the length of his blade and falling off the tip.

"I knew I had felt something special in you, Mister Tanzo. Something that my master sensed in me!" Electricity literally sparkled between the two men. "You're a ki sensitive as well, aren't you?"

"Ki can make Ice too!?" Battle of Ki Users, Brighton vs Tanzo

I am so very sorry, I was going to do it earlier, but I've worked and been incredibly evasive for the past couple days.

When I wake up in the morning, first thing. I will have a post up for you.

"Ki can make Ice too!?" Battle of Ki Users, Brighton vs Tanzo

I'll write up a post later on tonight, my day off and I'm kinda just doing my thing right now.

Nexus of Worlds- Final Round

Honestly, by this point in time, even if y'all had've just started arguing. It would have been settled by now, and this would be moving again.

Y'know?

"Ki can make Ice too!?" Battle of Ki Users, Brighton vs Tanzo

Honestly, it was rather nice to have someone who he could share stories with. Most of his friends had grown tired of his stories, as most of his friends had been made while the stories were being written by the fates. Sunshine couldn't fault them, he too knew the grip of boredom. Repetition of anything but storytelling was often a tiring and consuming experience, and boredom was the brain telling the body that it had other more important things to do.

There was dark credence to the tale of the foreigner, dark subtext and gripping gritty reality. What a riveting tale! Brighton's mind mused, every word spoken with a deadly sincerity. Thoughts of denial were swiftly pushed from the mind by the look adorning Tanzo's face, his stern look. The sheer confidence that his tale was not only the truth, but that he had witnessed it himself.

While this man wasn't a storyteller, his face certainly was, Brighton could read it like a well written novel. The tale was not so much told through his words and language, but rather in his body language and the way his voice shimmered with sincerity. It was moving enough to bring a tear to his eye.

Actually a tear, Sunshine wept a singular tear from his right eye that he swept away with his fingertip. A tear of joy, Tanzo's story was terrible and dark, and that Tanzo had fared such a tumultuous adversity and stood to tell the tale. Deeming Brighton worthy of his words, it filled him with determination and vigor.

He spoke finally, once Tanzo had finished his tale. Nodding as his newfound friend offered him a challenge. "Fantastic tale, my friend. Your words move my soul, they fill my heart with joy and my blood with excitement." During the tale he had lowered his sword arm, allowing its tip to touch the ground. It cut a clean groove by his foot in the dirt below. Tightening his grip on the handle and tilting his wrist slightly, Sunshine angled the blade to parallel the ground.

This battle was different than those passed, Tanzo hadn't the ill will or impure nature of those had had faced. This was the wheels of fate finally grinding two matching gears against each other. It wasn't a battle that needed to be fought, nor was it a battle that would decide the fate of the world. These men were not of that great of import, while they would remember their actions here for the rest of their lives, the world would move on. Never knowing the truth of this tale. Day to day lives didn't rely on the outcome of this battle.

Yet both warriors, at the gates of an ancient coliseum, felt compelled to face the others sword. Possibly to lose limb, eye, or their very lives. A storm brewed in their hearts this day.

This storm brewed over calm waters.

Brighton nodded, and turned his wrist to his right. Aiming the tip down the passage into the coliseum. "I feel as though this fight would be best served in the arena that fate has laid out for us. Do you not feel the same, my friend?"

"Ki can make Ice too!?" Battle of Ki Users, Brighton vs Tanzo

@Takashi Aight, I'm online, gonna write up my post now.

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@Dreaming You and I should bring this conversation into private messages, my man. I've got a couple things you might want to know.

"Ki can make Ice too!?" Battle of Ki Users, Brighton vs Tanzo

@Takashi Posted, though it seems you're offline.

"Ki can make Ice too!?" Battle of Ki Users, Brighton vs Tanzo

It was a little offensive for Ryozan to refuse, however, he had not totally expected him to shake. Those from the east that he had met didn't quite know the nuances of shaking hands anyway, what a strange culture it was. Alexander pulled his hand back and tousled his own hair, awkwardly playing off the failure of a handshake. Brighton's eyes shifted off to the side shamefully. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Ryozan Tanzo." As his eyes scanned the horizon he noticed the placement of Tanzo's hand and realized that his newfound friend's intentions were not so pure.

It was almost depressing, to learn that a new friend was not so pure of heart. Darn shame too, he had felt something special in this man.

Mr. Sunshine turned on his heel, showing his back entirely to Tanzo as he walked a couple paces towards his planted sword. Leaning over and sweeping it up, spinning on his heel to brandish the blade playfully in Tanzo's general direction. Drawing a wide smile across his cheeks as he did so, sweeping his wrist back and forth. Cutting the air in front of his own face. "Well, I've never been cut. Plenty of beatings, but never has a sword tasted my flesh."

To begin boasting about his many adventures would be an exhaustive task, but to tell at least one tale wouldn't hurt. "And of stories, I've got plenty. I've been in countless battles, skirmishes, duels, so on and so forth. I could go on for days just telling you what all I've done. But I can at least tell you of this sword and how I got it."

Intentionally extending his hand so that it caught the same ray of light that shone upon him earlier, demonstrating the glorious luminescence of the blade. "This weapon was once part of a spear, known as the Unbreakable Spear of Tel Jera'ad. Tel Jera'ad was the man who wielded it, so it was pretty cocky of him to name it after himself." Recounting the moment that granted him his greatest weapon, his mind brought him back to a dry morning in a middle eastern bazaar.

(Read as though he's weaving his tale.)

Just as Brighton arrived in the bazaar, a roving band of bandits lay their swords upon the people. Their leader brandishing a crystalline spear that brought death upon any who dared take up arms against it. Slaying the innocents by the handful, Tel made himself a personal enemy of Mr. Sunshine.

In what looked like a foolhardy mess, Brighton stood against their leader and issued a challenge personally. With a cacophonous ring of laughter echoing through the emptied center, Brighton stood stoneface at him. Tel, as a gesture of his 'humility' accepted his challenge. Stepping down from his horse and brandishing his spear against him.

A long battle ensued, even unarmed, Alexander matched his opponent blow for blow. Watching in awe, his men didn't know who to cheer for as the battle egged onwards. The commander slowly losing his will to fight, and Brighton showing no signs of weakness. Ten minutes, twenty minutes, a half hour, an hour. Both parties looked exhausted, the commander heavily bruised and Brighton's clothes torn to shreds. It came down to a single decisive blow.

With a swift stab to Brighton's throat, the fight looked to be over. Dust was kicked up as Alexander attempted to dodge the attack. A sickening crack echoed through the air, and Tel's men cheered. Thinking that the foolhardy warrior's head had been snapped cleanly off, they were horrified with the sight they beheld when the smoke settled.

The unbreakable spear had been broken. Brighton had delivered a powerful blow to the underside of the spear moments before it reached his neck, snatching the blade cleanly from the end of the spear. With his new blade in hand, he smote the warlord with a single swing and commanded the army to turn and run.

With fear in their eyes, panic in their veins, and piss in their pants, they ran. Running to the sands, fleeing, never to be seen again.

Brighton went on to turn the spearhead into a sword, and rename it to something much more reasonable. The Crystal Spearhead Saber.

(The Tale ends here.)

The entire time he recounted this epic tale, Brighton stood with sword aloft and eyes closed. Sunshine trusted Tanzo enough to have the honor of not attacking a man as he spun a tale. "Well, the story's a little bit fudged. I did change a few details. But only for the sake of improving the storytelling. Y'know?"