Challenge to fight. (open)

Wed Jun 01, 2011 8:55 pm

Tadashi sat cross legged in the middle of the air, meditating. He had set an open challenge to fight and was excited to see the turn out. He had hoped someone strong would arrive. He hadnt fought in so long he felt he was becoming rusty. So this fight aught to prove useful.

The sky was cloudy and the sun was setting in the west casting the sky a brilliant array of orange, red, and pink. The wind blew softly and the weather was nice and warm with the coming summer.

He sighed softly and opened his eyes. He had been sitting there for a few hours and it seemed like no one was coming. But he was determined to wait for his oponent.

Wed Jun 01, 2011 9:20 pm

Long white hair swayed in the wind as a green jacket flowed behind him, as if it didn't belong to his person, but instead a tongue that freely licked the air in its predictable movements from up to down. During the past couple of days Zen had been fighting, training, and meeting up with new people. He was slowly but surely making new friends and he was happy with himself. Though his legs were still sore from this morning's trainings a few minutes ago, they were now in perfectly good shape. Those 2 mile sprint's were becoming easier, even if it was only by an infinitesimal amount. He would be able to bump up to 3 miles soon. He walked as he eyed the clouds against the orange sky. He was facing the direction opposite of the waning sun and was truly enjoying the breeze.

He was going through his mind on what he should practice tomorrow, training first, then meditation, then.... then what? His only purpose so far? Was to beat that Nekomata. He posted a mission on the help wanted board in the town a few days ago, but so far, no feedback. He really wanted to have a group of people who he felt comfortable with, to go with him anyway. Maybe he would... Zen's train of thought was abruptly ended as he bumped in to somebody. "Oh hello there." He gave him a slight smile, bowed and began to walk away until he remembered something. On his way out of town, he saw a challenge poster, and he immediately realized that it was this guy. Then a brilliant idea entered the boy that was Zen Muso's head. He could ask. Turning on his heel he went back and introduced himself to the man.

"Im Zen," he said immediately extended his hand, "I'd like to take you up on your offer, as a matter of fact, I'd even like to make it more interesting. If I win how about you join me on my quest? You don't have to of course, I was just laying it out there. Either way I do believe a spar is in order." A grin spread across Zen's face as he talked to the man, his body was immediately getting excited, the anticipation of a fight was causing his blood to boil.

'Careful Zen, this ones strong.' He heard echoing throughout his mind.

Wed Jun 01, 2011 10:36 pm

Tadashi opened his eyes and studyed the man for a moment. He looked at him from his snow white hair to his muscled legs. The man seemed strengthened from whatever training or activities he has done. He saw that the man carried no sword or weapon with him. Odd. How did he expect to fight? Surely hand to hand would be unwise against a blade. And yet he held a nature about him that said he was confident in his abilities and he seemed to have some power that did not require the use of a wepon. Perhaps the weapon he held was something that was not tangible...Interesting.

Tadashi stood and looked the man dead in the eye. The 2 were the same height and of the same build. To the naked eye it would prove to be a fairly even match. He tried to get a good read out on the mans reiatsu levels but wasnt receiving much. Probably hiding it somehow. So...he plans to surprise me all the way. I say we accept. This guy seems interesting. He must be hiding some kind of secret weapon or something if he dared to challenge us. Said Tadashi's inner hollow. Me!! He challenged ME. I told you already I dont need you...I accept i have to deal with your presence but using your powers is out of the question. Tadashi smiled and spoke to the man.

Greetings my friend. My name is Tadashi Yoshinori, 3rd seat of the melee division of the Vizard Corps. What may I call you? And why do you challenge me when you hold no weaponry with you?

Wed Jun 01, 2011 11:11 pm

"Hello, you can call me Zen," He said with his signature sheepish smile crawling across his face. "As to why I don't necessarily carry weapon's? Oh... you'll see" He said chuckling to himself. He wondered if bluffs really worked in battle, but whose to say he was bluffing. There was no way to know for show, thats what he loved about being a man of few words. "How about this, how about if I beat you.. you have to join me in my quest to beat a demon. Of course you don't have to comply, I dont mind either way, Im just itching for a fight." The white haired boy said as he began to feel the heat of the battle crawl through his veins and it hadn't even started yet. Rolling his neck, he began to bounce in place until he jumped and did a back flip in pike position that landed him a good 10 yards away. He then began bobbing from side to side to show that he was ready.

Wed Jun 01, 2011 11:36 pm

Tadashi watched the spectical the man made of himself and smiled out of amusement. He's in high spirits. Thats good. Spoke the voice of Tadashi's ancestor and zanpakuto spirit Tetsujin. Yes it seems he is. This should make for quite an interesting match dont you think? Indeed. Tadashi stepped back a few meters and turned to face his opponent.

I think I'll take you up on that offer. But I havent thought of a counter offer. I'll let you know when you lose. Tadashi smiled to show that he was joking. But he was quite serious about his fights. He drew his sword and held it out in front of him in a one handed kindo style postion with his free hand on the back of the blade about half way up for support. I shall allow you to make the first move my friend.

Thu Jun 02, 2011 2:50 pm

The white haired boy chuckled at the hilarity of the mans humor. He rolled his neck as he could tell the man was joking. He liked him already, Zen always meshed will with somebody who had a good sense of humor. He began to think about his course of action, nodding to himself he knew exactly what it was that he was going to do. "Well, If you win that is." he said replying to the man's earlier taunt.

Zen Muso was proud, however, he was not stupid. He was not going to charge an armed man with his bare hands, instead, he was going to walk over to him, however, Zen was ready and on his guard for an attack, why? Because the white haired wonder had a plan. He was raring to go, but he was also calm. He knew that he couldn't lose his head so early in the battle, so he continued to walk until he was sword length away from the Vizard. As he was a few feet away he dropped his stance and extended his left hand forward, he was in the basic Ba Ji Quan stance. As he opened his left hand he made a motion in which he brought his fingers up and back, which was the american version of come here.

"Bring it on." He said with a friendly smirk.

Thu Jun 02, 2011 10:16 pm

Tadashi stood his ground calmly as the man approached him briskly. The man stopped only a few feet away and crouched into a martial arts style stance. He waved him in as if to say, Bring it on. Tadashi scoffed and decided to take the first move instead. Tadashi took no chances with him, he swung his blade low at his legs and then swung high at his neck.

Thu Jun 02, 2011 10:32 pm

Zen chuckled in his mind as the man had fallen for his trap. Zen easily predicted the movements of the man. A sword only had but so many ways it could move, and Zen could predict every single one of them.

Zen could see his muscles twitch and could tell he
was going for a low horizontal slash. There were only but a few
ways a sword could move, and that was why battles between blades were
constantly drawn out. The constant clash between the two pieces of metal
were only a claim to how easy the movements were to read, and that
anyone who was trained well enough could use this knowledge to their
advantage. Vertical slash, Horizontal slash, Diagonal slash, Pierce, Zen
could use each and everyone of these moves to his advantage, even with
feints thrown in, swords were still two dimensional. As the man bought his sword in the sweeping motion Zen easily picked up his foot and stomped on the sword as it was right under his foot, effectively either snapping it or making the man drop the sword to the ground due to the force the boy brought down the powered thigh. He then stepped into the man with his opposite foot. Quicker than any brain could send a signal, careful not to leave any openings, Zen twisted his body and extended his fist for a
punch aimed at the vizards solar plexus. If the move hit, there was enough force behind it to send the man flying back, as well as winding him. If the attack missed, Zen wasted no time taking the sword and stabbing it all the way into the ground until just the hilt was showing. He stood over the sword as he waited to see the next move. But Zen hadn't said anything, he just stood there in a defensive position, wondering what his opponent would do without his sword.

He turned this into a brawl, and that's how he liked it. Fist to fist, man to man.

Thu Jun 02, 2011 11:11 pm

Tadashi roared in disapproval as the man thrust his blade into the ground. Asshole!! Im going to kill you!! You have no idea what importance that blade holds to me!! Tadashi was severely pissed off at this point. His rage was building and building inside him. Yes feed your hate...let your blood lust boil. Shut...up... Tadashi fought against the voice of his inner hollow. You're weakening. My power is growing. I could take control. No...not yet... Tadashi gripped his head in pain. Too late kid.

Tadashi's reiatsu suddenly became multiple times more denser. The air was now weighted with the sheer force of this sudden change. He looked up revealing his face covered with a white skull like mask. The teeth side were long and sharp like spikes. Along the top at the crown of the head was a row of spikes going around the head. Tadashi laughed. Hello my friend. Tadashi had to tag out. He actually is quite useless without that sword...but i however am not.

He immediately disappeared and reappeared in front of him launching a super sonic punch at his gut. He took his leverage from the hit to throw the man high into the air. He then flash stepped rapidly around the man pummeling him with a blurring flurry of punches and kicks. You like hand to hand combat you bastard?! Tadashi laughed histarically as he pummeled the man.

Thu Jun 02, 2011 11:46 pm

Zen was already ready as the man stepped in front of him. It may seem as if he had disappeared in front of the untrained eye, but Zen wasn't a hand to hand specialist for no reason. He easily re-directed the first punch from the blow in his defensive stance. The man's move's were photographic, he had no little tactics when it came to hand to hand combat, speed and power wasn't goind to beat years of solidified and honed skill. Charging into Zen before knowing what he could do, would be costly.

As the man re-appeared or rather ran quickly at him, Zen was already forming an counter attack in his head, his left hand was already in motion before the man reappeared before him, and as the man released the punch , Zen reading his movements swatted it to the side with his opposite hand. This meant, he took the opposite hand that the Vizard attacked with on his body and redirected it by chopping it to the side. If it was Tadashi's left hand it would be Zen's right and vice versa. This caused the Vizard to over extend as his arm was going across his body, and while Zen was doing this, he was also dropping his stance lower. Keeping his center of gravity under him, as to make sure he wouldn't move, especially if the Vizard attempted to throw or kick him, Zen was what was now called the horse back stance.

The hand Zen used to block his opponent's initial punch was taken back a few inches to ensure full defensive safety, if his opponent did in fact attempt a kick or a grab, his hand was there to immediately stop it. He took his chambered hand and went to work. Zen's eyes were already traveling and relaying information faster than almost anything with his enhanced brain power, and he could already see the trajectory of each of his shots and the damage they would cause, and over the course of the next .5 seconds, his fist was a blur. Taking use of the over-extended mans momentum, he landed another blow into his solar plexus, this would definitely air him this time as well as cause him to pause for breath. Bringing his fist back, the next punch was straight to the kidney, kidney shots caused extreme pain, and the risk of rupturing something. As he chambered his fist again in his counter, he accelerated the object that was his fist, into a side punch aimed at the man's temple. This meant that as the man was in front of him, Zen moved his fist forward but instead of a frontal punch in which the arm is straight it was a side punch in which the chamber came from moving his fist in an arc, as his palm would be facing the opposite direction of the man's temple, if the hit to the temple connected it could possibly cause a knockout, or at least disorientation. And finally Zen brought his hand back, he had his elbow drop a little lower as he angled his fist, putting it right under the moving man's chin, he then launched it upwards into the man's chin, if this had hit him it would cause his brain to rattle effectively causing him to see star's. Each punch was strong enough to send the man flying back, even if blocked, however, he completed each punch so fast, that the mans mass hadn't had time to react and thus all punches would have landed if uninterrupted until the last punch sent the man hurtling up into the air in a perfect 180 degrees for at least 100 feet. Unmoving, Zen decided to be more on his guard. The man was now fairly unpredictable, seeing as how he was more feral than calculating.

Zen was ready for whatever, the man was going to through at him next. And Yin was watching from inside, ready to give him aid if he needed.

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