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He'll look like me, Melon, except infinitely less adorable. Hahaha.
He'll look like me, Melon, except infinitely less adorable. Hahaha.
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Any day now, I'll have my first kid. Mini Rilla. #Awesome
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So, they are gonna induce my girlfriend. Hopefully we'll have the baby today.
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Just punch him in the face.
It's best for everyone.
It's best for everyone.
Pikatok's aura danced along the white canvas of snow, painting the world behind her. The snow was deep, but the memory of running through snow and up a mountain had, on some level, helped him prepare for the task at hand. Second, of course, to defeating or outlasting Pikatok. That task was maneuverability.
He looked across the expanse, and it wasn't a large one, but it was enough. She adopted the dreaded stance of the Super Lizard. Oh how he hated that woman, and her particular brand of beast manipulation. His own turtle continued to glow, ever ready to protect him from whatever the woman could throw at him in terms of offense.
Kei'taro took a breath, and held Kusanagi aloft. It would begin in a moment, and for that, he would hate the snow even more. As he exhaled his third breath, the battle had begun, the woman was headed towards him. Arm extended, palm open for a grasp. Surely it would have succeeded, had Kei'taro not dropped and leapt, as she was just about to enter her maximum effective range. The leap would carry him in the opposite direction, and with a slight twist, he brought Kusanagi around, and aimed the edge of the blade at her upper thigh, and buttocks.
The blow was aimed to follow him, maximizing the range of the attack and the likelihood that some part of the blade would bite into her leg and cut down her movement speed. That was phase two, while phase one was still underway. Should it succeed, he would nbe well in position to launch a proper attack, or provide himself with a suitable defense, while at the same time cutting out a great ability of Pikatok.
It would also put him between her and the gate, too bad, however the gate wasn't already open.
Damn guardians.
He looked across the expanse, and it wasn't a large one, but it was enough. She adopted the dreaded stance of the Super Lizard. Oh how he hated that woman, and her particular brand of beast manipulation. His own turtle continued to glow, ever ready to protect him from whatever the woman could throw at him in terms of offense.
Kei'taro took a breath, and held Kusanagi aloft. It would begin in a moment, and for that, he would hate the snow even more. As he exhaled his third breath, the battle had begun, the woman was headed towards him. Arm extended, palm open for a grasp. Surely it would have succeeded, had Kei'taro not dropped and leapt, as she was just about to enter her maximum effective range. The leap would carry him in the opposite direction, and with a slight twist, he brought Kusanagi around, and aimed the edge of the blade at her upper thigh, and buttocks.
The blow was aimed to follow him, maximizing the range of the attack and the likelihood that some part of the blade would bite into her leg and cut down her movement speed. That was phase two, while phase one was still underway. Should it succeed, he would nbe well in position to launch a proper attack, or provide himself with a suitable defense, while at the same time cutting out a great ability of Pikatok.
It would also put him between her and the gate, too bad, however the gate wasn't already open.
Damn guardians.
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11 yrs ago
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i actually thought you had to charge them to use their accumulating effect. hahah.
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Question, as I take a break from packing my stuff up, is this fight T1, and if yes, do the rings require a charge to boost the attack strength, or is it a passive ability?
Note, I haven't read much of the fight yet, actually just finished reading the OOC.
Note, I haven't read much of the fight yet, actually just finished reading the OOC.
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I would try to eat him. :(
As espected, Tre'Yan had accepted the cryptic offer, and now was standing in the ring. The dead, summoned here by the sheer will power of two undead fighters who went out at the top of their game, were eager to see them slug it out one more time.
Dyayun stood at the tunnel, hidden by the dark shadows that enveloped the walkway and made it impossible to see inside. Gaseous eyes watched Tre'yan and his interactions in the ring, where in his last appearance he was captured in a straight arm bar, and his coach had to throw in the towel. Tonight, there would be no savior in the form of cotton, in the form of a second. Tonight, Dyayun, the Malevolent Champion, would have his vengence.
He thought back to the final moments of that fight, the faster Tre'Yan barely able to maneuver, the stronger Dyayun dead on his feet. It took a second. He wasn't fast enough, but he only needed one more hit. Such was the extent of the twelve round match up that one of them was destined to die.
Pop.
Tre'yan's gloves connecting triggered the memory in full force. Tre'yan, the faster of the pair with footwork like lightning, was nearly dead on his feet. Dyayun, the stronger with hits that could break through steel walls, was no better. Twelve rounds had led to once conclusion. One had to die. Tre'yan, ultimately, threw the killer right hook that ended the match, Dyayun's three year long title reign, and of course, his life.
He sneered and the gaseous ayra around him illuminated the darkness of the tunnel in a malevolent violet hue. The dead turned to see the most vicious and dominant of champions in the WBTO Mixed Weight division.
Dyayun Kurokawa.
He walked towards the stairs, his eyes ever leaving Tre'yan, his rival, his eternal enemy. Time had come for his vengence, and each step seemed to shave off decades, years, months, weeks, days. He had come prepared, his death and training their after left him a new gift.
Sakki. What it was, was a way to scare the opponent into guarding or attacking against a feint that seemed to be real. It would set up a vicious counter if all fell into place. It had two conditions for use, however, but only one need to be met. One involved the opponent knowing how strong the opponent's punch strength was, this was either by seeing it beforehand, or feeling it mid match. The second, as mentioned, was feeling it and not wanting to be hit by it again. It suited Dyayun, his punch strength was second to none.
Dyayun stepped up the steps, and stopped just before entering the ring. He slammed his fists together, causing what could nearly be deemed a shotgun blast like sound.
The hushed crowd, if possible among the dead, became even quieter as the two fighters got into each others face. An eternity of unspoken words and promises could have passed in that unbreakable silence, and what possibly could it have said?
Dyayun backed away first, and adopted a brawling stance. His hands went to his sides, his elbows bent at ninety degrees. His left hand was aimed straight, but the right was pointed slightly outward. His knees bent to lower his center of gravity. Feet planted. He knew the score. Dyayun was sacrficing speed and finesse for a dangeroyus game. An in fight where power reigned supreme. He could outbox with the best of them, but this was personal.
Let's test that chin, Tre'yan, let's test that chin.
Moments later, there were no introductions, nbut a bell as haunted as the dead in the arena sounded.
The match was on, and already, his right hand was swaying back and forth, and he was inching forward.
Dyayun stood at the tunnel, hidden by the dark shadows that enveloped the walkway and made it impossible to see inside. Gaseous eyes watched Tre'yan and his interactions in the ring, where in his last appearance he was captured in a straight arm bar, and his coach had to throw in the towel. Tonight, there would be no savior in the form of cotton, in the form of a second. Tonight, Dyayun, the Malevolent Champion, would have his vengence.
He thought back to the final moments of that fight, the faster Tre'Yan barely able to maneuver, the stronger Dyayun dead on his feet. It took a second. He wasn't fast enough, but he only needed one more hit. Such was the extent of the twelve round match up that one of them was destined to die.
Pop.
Tre'yan's gloves connecting triggered the memory in full force. Tre'yan, the faster of the pair with footwork like lightning, was nearly dead on his feet. Dyayun, the stronger with hits that could break through steel walls, was no better. Twelve rounds had led to once conclusion. One had to die. Tre'yan, ultimately, threw the killer right hook that ended the match, Dyayun's three year long title reign, and of course, his life.
He sneered and the gaseous ayra around him illuminated the darkness of the tunnel in a malevolent violet hue. The dead turned to see the most vicious and dominant of champions in the WBTO Mixed Weight division.
Dyayun Kurokawa.
He walked towards the stairs, his eyes ever leaving Tre'yan, his rival, his eternal enemy. Time had come for his vengence, and each step seemed to shave off decades, years, months, weeks, days. He had come prepared, his death and training their after left him a new gift.
Sakki. What it was, was a way to scare the opponent into guarding or attacking against a feint that seemed to be real. It would set up a vicious counter if all fell into place. It had two conditions for use, however, but only one need to be met. One involved the opponent knowing how strong the opponent's punch strength was, this was either by seeing it beforehand, or feeling it mid match. The second, as mentioned, was feeling it and not wanting to be hit by it again. It suited Dyayun, his punch strength was second to none.
Dyayun stepped up the steps, and stopped just before entering the ring. He slammed his fists together, causing what could nearly be deemed a shotgun blast like sound.
The hushed crowd, if possible among the dead, became even quieter as the two fighters got into each others face. An eternity of unspoken words and promises could have passed in that unbreakable silence, and what possibly could it have said?
Dyayun backed away first, and adopted a brawling stance. His hands went to his sides, his elbows bent at ninety degrees. His left hand was aimed straight, but the right was pointed slightly outward. His knees bent to lower his center of gravity. Feet planted. He knew the score. Dyayun was sacrficing speed and finesse for a dangeroyus game. An in fight where power reigned supreme. He could outbox with the best of them, but this was personal.
Let's test that chin, Tre'yan, let's test that chin.
Moments later, there were no introductions, nbut a bell as haunted as the dead in the arena sounded.
The match was on, and already, his right hand was swaying back and forth, and he was inching forward.
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