RPG Blade Masters (Miyamoto v. Kairi) [M-LVS]

[Retribution]

[SIZE=1]OOC: Sorry ? just wanted to get this started. I won?t mention anything except for a few nondescript pieces of scenery. Here we go?

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IC:

He had been traveling for nearly a year now, Miyamoto had. He was a ronin, and a sought-after one at that. Nearly every feudal lord in Japan wanted him, and had offered to pay him thousands of koku (bags of rice = feudal Japanese currency), but he had declined. He was still searching for something more important.

Mastery of his dual-sword style.

Of course, he had created it, so it had been difficult to create and refine it, let alone master. So, instead of deciding for himself when he had finally ?mastered? his own technique, he would fight the best. And if he could defeat them, he would retire into the mountainside, and write poems. Once you have mastered martial principle, one needed only to apply it to every other aspect of their life to improve it. Calligraphy. Dancing. Family management. He was living his own philosophy, and would die by it ? to master all that you can, and retire into eternity.

He adjusted his kodachi, which was slightly blown from its original position on his hip. The wind was kicking up and becoming much stronger than he had expected. Perhaps it would serve him in his next battle. Perhaps he could imitate it, and dance like it. Perhaps he could kill like it.

He would kill like it, and would do it efficiently, too. But more than he was the wind, he was water. Adapting, crashing, receding, drowning. Getting into the low-places and cracks to erode at the rock and fissure it.

He stood still, feeling the wind encompass him and try to shove him aside. He stood firm, and felt the invisible tendrils feel their way around him. He looked around for what he was feeling, and knew he would find nothing. But he [I]did[/I] he an oncoming man, walking slowly towards him.[/SIZE]

[Kairi]

[CENTER][COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1]Out of the mist he appeared; upon the mountain side of Kiso-Koma....his prey was finally found. The one named Miyamoto had been rumored to be wandering this place...the so called poet of this day in age. A warrior; but yet a simple man at heart...these were Kairi's first interpretations of the man before him as he climbed to the top of this particular peek.

A mist hung around the mountain at this altitude as Kairi's appearance was revieled to Miyamoto...the wind soon began to mix with water droplets as it brushed up against both men. Even with its intensity, neither man moved from their firm footholds as the ground became muddy and weathered from the elements.

Behind Miyamoto lay more of Kiso-Koma with it's peek hundreds of feet above their heads, glaring down upon them where the sun hid, its sunlight peeking over its top as the light pierced through the mist and rain. Nothing else surrounded the little plateau; nothingness lay behind Kairi...with the only path leaving this desolate place being behind Miyamoto.

"What do you want with me?!" Miyamoto yelled in Japanese through the roaring wind that circled around them. This man obviously searched him out, climbing up the mountain like he did.

But the stranger said nothing nor cared...he simply continued his walk towards him. Miyamoto noticed the two blades at the mans sides as he approached. With his silver hair blowing in his face and his appearance becoming more clear as he approached...Miyamoto saw the blazing red eyes which the stranger possessed.

Soon, once he became closer to the samuri...Kairi sprinted towards Miyamoto, not weilding his blades....he was much faster than what Miyamoto had anticipated, but reacted quickly enough.

Swiflty bringing out his kodachi, Miyamoto slashed upwards with his left hand towards Kairi as he got in close. Kairi however grabbed Miyamoto's left wrist with his right hand, blocking the attack...he clutched down hard on his wrist...the smaller Miyamoto tried to release Kairi's grip with no avail. Quickly twisting the wrist outwards, Kairi exposed Miyamoto's chest and thrust a firm palm into his sternum which sent Miyamoto flying backwards.

With the ground as wet as it was, Miyamoto began to slide across the ground till he finally hit the rock face which was in back of them. He slowly got to his feet, clutching the rush of pain that spread from his chest as he looked out at Kairi, now fully knowing the strangers intentions. Strangely, Kairi continued to stay in the attack position, his hand pressed outward. His sight upon Miyamoto was intense as his right hand held the handle of his blade...[/SIZE][/COLOR][/CENTER]

[Retribution]

[SIZE=1][i]Like water...[/i]

He stood up, exhaling slowly the pain that ached in his chest. His adversary had caught him off guard, which slightly irked him, and even went so far as to not draw his sword. He violated the Bushido, and would die for being so foolish to have the audecity to wear a katana.

He rolled his shoulders twice, to get back into the swing of things -- the sudden attack had thrown his composure, but it was now regained. He drew his katana, his kodachi already in his left hand, and while he did so, he stared back into the man's red eyes. Miyamoto wore his passive stare, not really caring what his eyes looked like. Such things were trivial when it came to martial matters.

He took off in a sprint at his opponent, who still did not draw his weapon. Taking advantage of that, he got in mid-range, where he could not be struck, and rolled to the right of the man, just as he entered his attack-range. He was not shaken by the advance, throwing an axe-kick at him while he was still on the ground, but Miyamoto reacted in time. He pounced back up, to the left side of the man. Sparing no second, he took a swipe at the man's torso with his katana, then a stab at his head with his kodachi. The unconventional attack had bought him a precious second, enough to land a fair-blow on his ribs, but the stab missed. A red horizontal line now painted his clothing.

He did not wince in pain, only sending a round house kick at Miyamoto, then a backwards kick from his landing position. He ducked the first one, and attempted to slice off the man's leg entirely when the second came around. No such luck. The opponent quickly retracted the foot, and set it down, sizing him up again.

[I]No time to wait. No time to analyze. No time for him.[/I]

His own philosophy rushed to his head, his training kicking in instantly. In a vicious but calculated onslaught, he ripped away at the air and cloth of the man. He was insistant on not drawing his sword. His flesh told the stubborn story, with his kodachi and katana always managing at least a grazing blow.

[I]Use the surroundings to your advantage. Be like water, in the low places. Be like wind in the high places. Circle your opponent, and kill quickly.[/I]

The recipe of death was alive in his mind, and Miyamoto followed it readily. Cutting short his attack, which had been bayed by thrown punches, he sprinted into the mist, where he would not be seen for a few minutes. The wind was with him, keeping the cover near him and far from his opponent. He was a fast man, quickly tailing Miyamoto. He soon lost ground on him, and soon could no longer his location. He awaited up a small hill, a rather smooth one, but with slight dips and turns.

His opponent was cautiously walking up the hill, observing the surroundings, looking for a hint of Miyamoto. In turn, Miyamoto quietly picked up a pebble, and lobbed it behind the man. He turned around, looking in both directions unsure of himself. Amush woud await if he chose the wrong direction.[/SIZE]

[Kairi]

OOC: *sigh*

[CENTER][COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1]Within the mist, his adversary somewhere with him...the stone was of course some kind of distraction. Looking in different directions to predict the source...Kairi calmed himself quickly...having a grin come across his face.

[I]If I can't see him, then of course he can't see me...foolish man...[/I] he thought to himself as he stopped his movement within the mist. Gathering his senses, Kairi walked in a random direction, knowing that his adversary was following him...thinking he was covered in the mist.

His eyes closed...his senses in tune with everything surrounding him, he could feel the mist shifting around him as Miyamoto made his move. The mist parting in his path, Miyamoto leaped into the air grasping his katana with two hands, lunging downwards with all his might.

Grasping hold (finally;)) of his two scimitars, Kairi unshealthed them both and swung with both right at Miyamoto as he turned towards him. Only having one blade to block with, and the dagger far too small to block a sword with, one of Kairi's blades grazed Miyamoto's left forearm as he fell to the ground.

Quickly pulling back his blades, Kairi lunged them straight forward together at Miyamoto's chest, his appearance just visible to him now as close as he was in the mist. Miyamoto raised his blade up again, not bothering with the pain of his forearm and slashed down at the two scimitars. Kairi cleverly held back one of the blades as Miyamoto's katana came crashing down upon Kairi's one blade. Thrusting then the other back at Miyamoto, it plunged slightly into his chest, forcing him to retreat back into the mist.

Kairi could hear him moving around; instead of persuing he simply stood still. If Miyamoto was so good at looking through the mist...then he might as well draw him in.

Hearing the wet ground shift and mold to Miyamoto's footsteps, he charged once again, drawing both his dagger and katana, Miyamoto was quicky upon him, slashing in different directions at Kairi.

Simply blocking both blades with his own, Kairi knew Miyamoto's strength could not compare to his own and quickly blocked both attacks, pushing them away from him and kicked Miyamoto in the chest.

The force knocked him out of the mist as Kairi charged at him to add to the assault. Slashing both blades at him, Miyamoto quickly stepped to the side; Kairi not able to stop himself in the mud, he slashed his back with katana as Kairi finally stopped himself.

The wounds didn't seem to affect him at all as he turned his attention back towards Miyamoto...[/SIZE][/COLOR][/CENTER]

[Retribution]

[SIZE=1]OOC:Ah-ha. Made me sheath a weapon to get a hit, eh? Heheh.

And how're we gonna determine the victor when there's no death match? The Blade Gods vote?

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IC:

[i]Fuck.[/i] His chest was bleeding, and would kill him if he exerted his body too much. Therefore, his victory had to be decicive. Moving around too much would spill his blood unnecessarily, and cause him to die. Fate seemed to laugh at his poorly-dealt hand, but his will gripped tighter onto life than ever before.

The man's back was also bleeding, but not as persistantly as his abodmen. His adversary was full with knicks, cuts, and a few successful slashes. However, he was skilled -- blocking out all his pain.

[i]You can not think about the pain, but it'll kill you.[/i]

He needed to lop off a limb. To stab him. To dismember the man. No more slashes or grazing blows.
[B]Killing.[/B] He unsheathed his kodachi, staring deep into his blood-red eyes that seemed to glow in the light mist. Slowly, cautiously, Miyamoto paced towards the adversary in attack position. He remained neutral, staring at him. Before he entered the man's attack range, his opponent jumped high in the air, landing right behind of Miyamoto. They stood back to back for a mere instant, Miyamoto having more time to plan since he jumped in the air. He twisted his kodachi backwards, giving a brusque stab, then hopping backwards, lashing out with a violently precise hack at where he invisioned his neck to be.

The stab was succesfully planted, fracturing his rib, but taking no more damage. The swing with the katana was blocked, then forcefully shoved back. No time to think. The man was in his face again. He stabbed with his scimitar, grabbing only air as Miyamoto rolled on the earth. It was unorthodox, it was fluid. But his opponent reacted, stabbing brutally where his neck was. Had been. The blade sung loudly as it dug deeply into the granite rock of the mountain. He let go of it, not having time enough to dislodge it with Miyamoto giving him a dual slash at his legs from behind.

He jumped away, as expected. But he was a weapon down, and was separated from his weapon by Miyamoto's firm stance, ready to brutally murder the offender.[/SIZE]

[Kairi]

OOC: Stealing my fighting style Retri I see...becoming neutral...so unfair...but whatever, you ended it for yourself..haha...and yes the Blade God's vote who is the victor.

[CENTER][COLOR=DarkSlateGray][SIZE=1]Spitting up blood from his now fractured rib, the bone piercing into his lung...Kairi stated to feel annoyed with this fool...he standing between him and his blade. Miyamoto was now the one waiting patiently for Kairi to attack, knowing he was a weapon down...but it didn't matter, two swords dont mean better than one. Him preventing him to get his scimitar from its place in the rock was going to be his downfall.

Lunging forward at Miyamoto, Kairi slashed straight for Miyamoto's neck at a downward angle due to the height difference. Instinctively Miyamoto roled to the side and countered by stabbing at Kairi's lower abdomen with himself on one knee.

But Kairi had expected this, the young man and his counters with the dagger. Stepping simply to the side to avoid the attack, Kairi raised his blade high above his head and came crashing down upon Miyamoto with both hands firmly grasped upon the handle.

Having to raise both his weapons above his head to block the intensity of the attack due to Kairi now using all his force behind a single blade, Miyamoto became exposed as Kairi sent a firm kick straight into Miyamoto's face, hitting the rock formation in back of him which stopped his backwards fall.

Kairi had planned to the detail, quickly rushing at Miyamoto who was now pressed against the mountain, with no where to run...his kodachi and katana at his sides, trying to gain back his composure.

[I]Ha...no time to think...no time to block...no where to run...[/I]

Dropping his one scimitar to the ground, Kairi got in close and began to beat Miyamoto with his fists the that of a wad of cookie dough. Not letting up for even a moment, Kairi punched straight at Miyamoto's heart, his back still pressing up against the mountain have no cushion against the attack.

The relentlace attack forced Miyamoto to drop his weapons as well, his body becoming numb with pain as the punches just kept on coming. Bashing into his face with another jab, Kairi lashed out and grabbed the samuri's hair and began beating his face into the rock. This kind of fighting had no honor in it, nor was it traditional in anyway...this was a good old fashion beat down.

Becoming board with the assault, Kairi tossed the little man away from the rock face and walked towards his two blades and sheathed them.

Miyamoto lay on all fours gasping for breath as the rain continued to pour upon the two warriors. Both men looked at one another, both obviously exhausted, however both were still willing to continue to fight.

Kairi though simply winked at the samuri and began to make his way up the path that lay within the mountain and made his way back towards town to heal. [/SIZE] [/COLOR] [/CENTER]

OOC: K Retri...spar over;) All those reading this thread...please read my lastest post in the underground to know what to do from here.

[Retribution]

[SIZE=1]OOC: Okay. Spar over.

I wasn't stealing your fighting style, only picking an advantageous way to fight. What exactly are the God's going to vote on? Writing, fighting, creativity? Just wondering. And it was a good match.[/SIZE]

[Kairi]

All the vote is who wins depending on whatever they want...whether its creativity, writing, accuracy, whatever.