07-28-2018, 05:59 PM
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The little gladiator held Setsu's shaky gaze, stepping forward and emotionlessly loosed his boomerang with a wicked backspin. The blade of the weapon cut through the air loudly like it was in water and carved a steady path towards the Shinobi.
Setsu's eyes were still adjusting and finding difficulty in acquiring the scenery.
"Oni.. yuri.."
Batting, still, the swooping weapon out of the air with a wave of his hand with his body, Setsu's body received no recoil for the action. Even in the state of confusion, his ability to accurately move his own body and form his deadly blades wasn't sacrificed.
However, he made no attempts to follow up. The dwarf nodded, expecting some manner of trick. Reasonably, he was already steps away from Setsu and throwing a haymaker of an iron hammer swing. Bringing every pound he could down on his target.
Setsu stumbled away from the approaching figure which saw his opponent correct his swing to compensate. However, Setsu's eyes finally grasped the full picture and turned his body sharly. Wickedly allowing the heavy hammer to slam into the hard floor.
Setsu stepped in towards his target and a clawed hand down the blades seeking his exposed target. They passed through air.
The shorter fighter was perhaps lacking in a comparison of mass, but not in speed. In that he maybe had a leg up on the tired and discombobulated shinobi.
Making space as Setsu pursued and retrieving his boomerang and having seen the technique of his opponent, the dwarf fired the boomerang with another wicked spin. This time the unique weapon rotated as it flew, making a difficult flight pattern for Setsu to predict and at much shorter range.
Setsu held up his hands and spread them from each other with his straightened fingers conjuring the effervescent blades of the Oniyuri technique to crush the weapon and kill it's momentum. Rather than waiting for it to fall and pick it up, Setsu spun and kicked the weapon back towards the dwarf.
It wasn't expected and forced the fighter to contend with it, at least. Moving nimbly, the fighter hopped to the side and allowed the weapon to skitter across the arena. Somewhat winded the smaller fighter paused, which allowed Setsu enough time to take a deep breath.
He'd been fighting from a defensive position the enter fight due to his needing of adjustment to the arena. Now acclimated the shinobi could relax his posture. He stood up taller and towered over the shorter opponent. It was subtle, but being looked down one's nose from that height was a clear insult to the dwarf.
"Raaa...
He charged towards his insultingly relaxed opponent. Setsu made a handseal.
Thrusting his hammer's head towards Setsu's face, the shinobi leaned jump flipped while spinning, like an acrobat. The dwarf spun around thinking that he'd capitalize on his lower center of gravity to throughly assault his landing opponent rather than to remain stupefied by the acrobatics.
He was greeted by no acrobat, and then the all too sudden of a foot. Then black. The shinobi had utilized his newly learned Light Weight Rock technique in order to suspend his momentum and hold himself unnaturally right above the dwarf in the air. This allowed him to casually line up a dipping soccer kick straight into the bridge of the poor, unsuspecting dwarven gladiator.
The crowd was now completely silent, all faces visible looking on with a mix of shock and feigned indifference. Up until their fighter had lost the thread in the fight completely, the cheers had been excited. There was however a small section of the audience that looked on with silent interest.
Setsu landed a few feet from his unconscious opponent, turning to face that particular and clearly royal section of the audience.
"What is your name, wanderer?"
The voice rang out from the most decorated of the officials in the royal box of the arena.
The shinobi trained his eye on the bearded mountain leader. "Kuroji Setsu."
The little gladiator held Setsu's shaky gaze, stepping forward and emotionlessly loosed his boomerang with a wicked backspin. The blade of the weapon cut through the air loudly like it was in water and carved a steady path towards the Shinobi.
Setsu's eyes were still adjusting and finding difficulty in acquiring the scenery.
"Oni.. yuri.."
Batting, still, the swooping weapon out of the air with a wave of his hand with his body, Setsu's body received no recoil for the action. Even in the state of confusion, his ability to accurately move his own body and form his deadly blades wasn't sacrificed.
However, he made no attempts to follow up. The dwarf nodded, expecting some manner of trick. Reasonably, he was already steps away from Setsu and throwing a haymaker of an iron hammer swing. Bringing every pound he could down on his target.
Setsu stumbled away from the approaching figure which saw his opponent correct his swing to compensate. However, Setsu's eyes finally grasped the full picture and turned his body sharly. Wickedly allowing the heavy hammer to slam into the hard floor.
Setsu stepped in towards his target and a clawed hand down the blades seeking his exposed target. They passed through air.
The shorter fighter was perhaps lacking in a comparison of mass, but not in speed. In that he maybe had a leg up on the tired and discombobulated shinobi.
Making space as Setsu pursued and retrieving his boomerang and having seen the technique of his opponent, the dwarf fired the boomerang with another wicked spin. This time the unique weapon rotated as it flew, making a difficult flight pattern for Setsu to predict and at much shorter range.
Setsu held up his hands and spread them from each other with his straightened fingers conjuring the effervescent blades of the Oniyuri technique to crush the weapon and kill it's momentum. Rather than waiting for it to fall and pick it up, Setsu spun and kicked the weapon back towards the dwarf.
It wasn't expected and forced the fighter to contend with it, at least. Moving nimbly, the fighter hopped to the side and allowed the weapon to skitter across the arena. Somewhat winded the smaller fighter paused, which allowed Setsu enough time to take a deep breath.
He'd been fighting from a defensive position the enter fight due to his needing of adjustment to the arena. Now acclimated the shinobi could relax his posture. He stood up taller and towered over the shorter opponent. It was subtle, but being looked down one's nose from that height was a clear insult to the dwarf.
"Raaa...
He charged towards his insultingly relaxed opponent. Setsu made a handseal.
Thrusting his hammer's head towards Setsu's face, the shinobi leaned jump flipped while spinning, like an acrobat. The dwarf spun around thinking that he'd capitalize on his lower center of gravity to throughly assault his landing opponent rather than to remain stupefied by the acrobatics.
He was greeted by no acrobat, and then the all too sudden of a foot. Then black. The shinobi had utilized his newly learned Light Weight Rock technique in order to suspend his momentum and hold himself unnaturally right above the dwarf in the air. This allowed him to casually line up a dipping soccer kick straight into the bridge of the poor, unsuspecting dwarven gladiator.
The crowd was now completely silent, all faces visible looking on with a mix of shock and feigned indifference. Up until their fighter had lost the thread in the fight completely, the cheers had been excited. There was however a small section of the audience that looked on with silent interest.
Setsu landed a few feet from his unconscious opponent, turning to face that particular and clearly royal section of the audience.
"What is your name, wanderer?"
The voice rang out from the most decorated of the officials in the royal box of the arena.
The shinobi trained his eye on the bearded mountain leader. "Kuroji Setsu."
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