07-05-2017, 02:54 PM
The moment Chakravartin fell into a puddle, distracting the Vampire Fist with his abundant ichor, the swordsman moved in. The moment Cirrus decided to dip his grisly hands into the ichor, the swordsman's sandals stepped into it as well. The ronin struck with an upwards cut, two handed with a powerful blow. Fast as he may be, Takezo's burst movement and superior technique had caught the Saru off guard.
The slash struck the violet handed man's shoulder and threw him upwards into the air. Turning with the motion of his cut, he unleashes yet another upwards attack, just as Cirrus was falling, to spiral the Saru's descent. One half of a spin had his head crashing into the golden stained white of the ground before a solid kick from the swordsman sent him skidding across the ground, streaking the ichor.
"I accept your terms, Chakravartin. Summon your swords. I owe the last member of the Golden Alliance a proper duel." With a flick of his sword, the vampire's blood stained the white ground a few feet from them. "I am Shinmen Takezo... I figured you would know. That glass slate had so much information on everyone."
Takezo sheathed his sword and steps free of the puddle. Chakravartin's golden mass slowly swells, reforming the young god in solid form. "I was a bit preoccupied." Chakravartin did not know whether or not to trust Takezo. True enough, he had made a very loyal teammate to Dust, if he had asked Abyss. Taking blows for his ally, just as Dust took blows for him, to create openings for the other to exploit.
"So what, the two monsters are going to hold hands?"
"I would not be making jokes," Takezo informed Cirrus. "I promised this man a duel." The ronin rolls his shoulders, as if limbering up for the upcoming fight. "You have until Chakravartin readies himself to decide whether or not you want to die. This fight will end no other way." Takezo was not grinning now. He was serious. A deal had been struck and he was abiding by it.
"It doesn't matter what you two do! You are both too slow, neither of you can stop me!" To show off just what he meant, Cirrus bursts into full speed. Almost before Takezo could blink, his left arm was gashed by a deep cut. Two mimiced Palace Hands had gripped a single blade, mimicking Takezo's combat style, but the effect was not as grand as the Swordsmans' own.
On the other hand, the fool Cirrus had not taken the time to think this through. While Takezo's left arm, the side which had been resting on the sword, was now greately wounded, his right had struck out at the same time, drawing and cutting in the swiftest instance. It was the epitomy of anime, the dashing past one another, each landing a crucial blow.
Realization hit the Vampire Fist. As he reads all that is to be known about the swordsman, he sees exactly what had been used on him. A strike perfected over many years. One hundred cuts a day, Takezo practiced this technique. First Strike.
The massive gash from right hip to left shoulder cut deep, even with Takezo's weakened state. Chakravartin had to rewind the scene in his head to realize what happened, and why Cirrus suddenly had a gash across his chest.
The swordsman casually turns, a stony face with cruel eyes locked on Cirrus. "Each breath hurts, doesn't it? Be glad that death has weakened me..." With as much blood Cirrus was losing, it was difficult to think about what would have happened if the Prime was at full power. Takezo would know this scar as one that Abyss had sustained during Dante's Abyss.
Takezo's back was to Chakravartin. The Saru had his hands, his swords, and was primed to fight - just as he had requested. It seemed the swordsman accepted the temporary alliance, just as hoped. This warrior's code looked to be a weakness of his if properly appealed to. Chakravartin was just lucky enough to know the right words to use.
The slash struck the violet handed man's shoulder and threw him upwards into the air. Turning with the motion of his cut, he unleashes yet another upwards attack, just as Cirrus was falling, to spiral the Saru's descent. One half of a spin had his head crashing into the golden stained white of the ground before a solid kick from the swordsman sent him skidding across the ground, streaking the ichor.
"I accept your terms, Chakravartin. Summon your swords. I owe the last member of the Golden Alliance a proper duel." With a flick of his sword, the vampire's blood stained the white ground a few feet from them. "I am Shinmen Takezo... I figured you would know. That glass slate had so much information on everyone."
Takezo sheathed his sword and steps free of the puddle. Chakravartin's golden mass slowly swells, reforming the young god in solid form. "I was a bit preoccupied." Chakravartin did not know whether or not to trust Takezo. True enough, he had made a very loyal teammate to Dust, if he had asked Abyss. Taking blows for his ally, just as Dust took blows for him, to create openings for the other to exploit.
"So what, the two monsters are going to hold hands?"
"I would not be making jokes," Takezo informed Cirrus. "I promised this man a duel." The ronin rolls his shoulders, as if limbering up for the upcoming fight. "You have until Chakravartin readies himself to decide whether or not you want to die. This fight will end no other way." Takezo was not grinning now. He was serious. A deal had been struck and he was abiding by it.
"It doesn't matter what you two do! You are both too slow, neither of you can stop me!" To show off just what he meant, Cirrus bursts into full speed. Almost before Takezo could blink, his left arm was gashed by a deep cut. Two mimiced Palace Hands had gripped a single blade, mimicking Takezo's combat style, but the effect was not as grand as the Swordsmans' own.
On the other hand, the fool Cirrus had not taken the time to think this through. While Takezo's left arm, the side which had been resting on the sword, was now greately wounded, his right had struck out at the same time, drawing and cutting in the swiftest instance. It was the epitomy of anime, the dashing past one another, each landing a crucial blow.
Realization hit the Vampire Fist. As he reads all that is to be known about the swordsman, he sees exactly what had been used on him. A strike perfected over many years. One hundred cuts a day, Takezo practiced this technique. First Strike.
The massive gash from right hip to left shoulder cut deep, even with Takezo's weakened state. Chakravartin had to rewind the scene in his head to realize what happened, and why Cirrus suddenly had a gash across his chest.
The swordsman casually turns, a stony face with cruel eyes locked on Cirrus. "Each breath hurts, doesn't it? Be glad that death has weakened me..." With as much blood Cirrus was losing, it was difficult to think about what would have happened if the Prime was at full power. Takezo would know this scar as one that Abyss had sustained during Dante's Abyss.
Takezo's back was to Chakravartin. The Saru had his hands, his swords, and was primed to fight - just as he had requested. It seemed the swordsman accepted the temporary alliance, just as hoped. This warrior's code looked to be a weakness of his if properly appealed to. Chakravartin was just lucky enough to know the right words to use.