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Post by Akaki on Jul 5, 2011 10:40:18 GMT -5
None of the Fuuto masters proved worthy. Perhaps, it was his fault for underestimating them. The defeat of the first few he had challenge was brought about too easily with the sword. Since then, he had made a point to begin any of his challenges unarmed, giving them a chance to endure against him before progressing to swords. Alas, none of them could make it far enough.
It saddened him that the world has changed so. No longer was the mastery of martial arts a refined journey to enlightenment, and no longer were the practioners passionate enough to lay down their lives. His triumphs over the Fuuto masters caught the attention of the constables. Though their pursuit was as good as an insult, he kept mindful that there were only distractions. He had spare all who crossed him thus far.
So he had come to Tokyo, seeking others who would give him a proper challenge. He needed someone who was willing to kill him, just as he was willing to give them an honourable end. And he believed he had found the one.
The son of Saotome Kouji took a lot after his father. Everyone who mattered in the world of martial arts knew of Saotome's dangerous techniques, and everyone knew of Ryoma-kun's infamous duel. An entire day he had wandered in Tokyo to find Ryoma-kun. Only the progeny of such a passionate fighter deserved the courtesy of being the first he would visit.
The grassy field, flanked by small pockets of trees, was quite empty. Isolation was conducive for meditation and training after all. "Ryoma-kun," the Warrior Dopant called, as he stepped out from behind a tree where he had taken a moment's refuge. Many of his previous challengers showed signs of being intimidated at the sight of his blood-red armoured body. His image reminded himself of Oda Nobunaga in battle, if only that his armour took the form of a combination of the suits of the traditional samurai and the European equivalent.
He drew his sword, a weapon very much like a no-dachi, as it was only proper that he show his respect for the Saotome name. "Ryoma-kun, son of Saotome Kouji," he announced almost uproariously, "I challenge you to a duel to the death."
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Post by thebladesman on Jul 5, 2011 18:18:55 GMT -5
Whimpers and howls surrounded Ryoma as a pack of wolves he had defeated fled as the armoured figure entered from the forest. Instantly catching Ryoma’s attention, he looked to the Kaijin with an odd eager grin.
“Oh, just who are you?”
Ryoma gauged the challenger it seemed too formal to be yummy and his behaviour didn’t seem match what he had heard about the greeed either, On top of that it seemed he had been sought out by the figure it was likely he was human or at least formerly human. Regardless he had mentioned his father with a note of respect; he worth at least some of his time and he might still put up a good fight.
“Either way, you look like a better challenge then those mutts, I accept.”
Strapping his clone driver to his waist before lodging the Eagle,
Panda, Cougar medals into his driver and scanned the medals.
Washi Panda KUGA
Berserk’s WaPanGa Combo certainly not his strongest combo but one, he felt could match handle his No-daichi and without the unnecessary strength boast the grizzly medal offered. Ryoma bowed to the red kaijin, showing him some respect in return contrary to his speech and readied himself.
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Post by Akaki on Jul 6, 2011 10:00:47 GMT -5
The Warrior Dopant returned the bow. How excellent that Ryoma-kun possessed the proper manners. Many others had not bothered to display that courtesy. If he continued to perform to expectation, it would be the truest test of his skills he could ever hope for.
He advanced and stood in guard position. Ryoma-kun's weapon was unusual, and the Warrior Dopant thought it similar to his own. A slight feeling of sourness took seed in him. He knew such weapons were beyond human capability, and it would only be too easy to rely on them.
Did Ryoma-kun understand his weapon? Did he strive to master it through that understanding? Only a test would tell.
The Warrior Dopant began with a feint, and then another. It was a common tactic to urge the opponent into reacting. Perhaps it was predictable, but regardless of whether it work, a master would have already prepared for the outcomes.
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Post by thebladesman on Jul 12, 2011 8:52:41 GMT -5
Berserk looked to the kaijin fairly obvious he was trying to bait him into an attack, which suited him just fine after all where was the fun in trying to scheme some counter measure when it would be much more interesting to see what he had planned but then again why should it only be interesting for himself he thought.
Without a moment’s notice he charged at the kaijin panda claws drawn he actions all pointing toward a full on assault then just as he was about to get in range of his foe’s No-daichi, berserk quickly side step to the right of the kaijin then maintaining a fluid motion berserk moved to low sweep kick on the kaijin.
Berserk kept a constant lock on the kaijin not just to avoid some attack but to see just how much that armour of his effected his speed, balance and perception.
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Post by Akaki on Jul 14, 2011 10:13:04 GMT -5
With every move which came his way, the Warrior Dopant placed his blade to parry each and every one of it. So not only was he aggressive in attacking, but Ryoma-kun was also aggressive in deception. He could not tell which one of them appreciated their duel more, for they both sought the same quality of opponent. However, it would be him who enjoys the outcome. Ryoma-kun may be strong, but he hardly embodied the Warrior.
He took another parry, but followed up with a kick aimed at the center.
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Post by thebladesman on Jul 19, 2011 19:46:51 GMT -5
Parry after parry after parry the kaijin predicted Berserk’s every move to the point where he had to wonder was it a difference in their respective power or was it a matter of skill. Distracted by this moment of doubt Ryoma was Flung back away by the force of kaijins kick, rolling with the impact he was able to get back up almost instantly. Berserk soon replace the panda and cougar medals from his driver, regardless of the reason for the gap in their abilities he had clearly underestimated the kaijin and deserved to face at least the combo he was most at home in.
Washi Jaga kurokuma
WaJagama
Much like before very pixelated medals surrounded berserks body before a bronze, gold and silver medal entered his body changing his form, Strangely berserk hit his medal driver just as it seemed like it was about to play some kind of song the brief sound was followed by a slight yet sudden humming which seemed to come directly from the blades extending from berserk’s gauntlets.
Berserk charged toward the kaijin his speed maintained as prepared to strike, were the kaijin perceptive enough he might just notice that with each step berserk took a heavy imprint was left in the grass as if he was striking the ground with an impressive force. Without hesitation berserk struck at the kaijins no-dachi with his own blades with enough force to shatter a normal sword.
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Post by Akaki on Jul 24, 2011 8:09:07 GMT -5
The Warrior Dopant noticed every detail of Ryoma-kun's change of weapon. He could already guess how those weapons work: A segment of three, each with its own strengths and weaknesses. The power in those legs could only mean the use of kicks, possibly even deployed the same way as he had done.
He allowed Ryoma-kun to come close. Timing was crucial. Too much would require a change of tactic, and the consequence of being too slow can be implied. As soon as Ryoma-kun's swords swung at him, the Warrior Dopant raised his own weapon to parry the blow, and in that instance side-stepped. The moment their blades touched, he realised he had made a mistake but he had already followed through his motions.
The breaking of his sword caused him to fall forward. He knew very well it was a disadvantagerous position. He had to remove himself quickly, so he used the momentum to kick at Ryoma-kun's chest.
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Post by thebladesman on Jul 26, 2011 19:38:37 GMT -5
Berserk’s eyes widened and shattered steel flew around them, never expecting to actually break the blade he was caught of guard by the kaijin’s kick. Taking control of the situation berserk rolled with the blow and quickly got back up on his feet and started to dash toward the kaijin.
“I didn’t expect your no-daichi to be so fragile.”
Charging as fast as his combo would allow him berserk moved to ram and prepared to strike with his fists should the move be successful suspecting the Kaijin may not be as adept in unarmed combat.
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Post by Akaki on Jul 31, 2011 7:16:28 GMT -5
"A warrior's spirit is manifested in his sword," the Dopant recited. "Do you know what it means?"
Unflinching, he stood ever at the ready against the oncoming assault. He raised a palm out, from which the point of a blade pierced through and railed outward, attached to a hilt and a long pole. With the halberd summoned, the Warrior Dopant gripped the shaft in his hands and rooted a foot back. Before Ryoma-kun was close enough to make any contact on his self, he thrusted the polearm forward, aimed at the neck.
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