Tenth Annual NLBFT
The final match. Once again, same rules, so I’ll repost the rule set again for reference.
1. This will be judged by three people and have sixteen combatants. All round battles are in ONE TOPIC, such as “First Round” will be for the first set, and “Second Round” for the second, etc. This matches the most recent and also the most classic form for the NLBFT, as it was the first form used and also the most recent, as reinstated by SML.
2. This is for serious battlers only. I won’t restrict who joins and who doesn’t, but if you cannot write, do not join this very important event, for either judge or battler. By saying “Cannot Type”, I mean no spaces, punctuation, capitalization, etc. I would prefer that only seniors and vets join, but newbies of high skill level and regular members are just as welcome. It is a free forum, after all. Remember, this is a tournament of high pedigree, and you will likely be facing tough opponents, so do not expect to be baby treated. High quality posts will probably be a must from the judges, and you would do best to remember that.
3. There is a strict time limit. 60 hours is the usual before a half point is taken from the final score of thirty, and 24 more is another deduction, another 24 is another, and 24 more is possible elimination. Remember this, as it is standard, and complaints will only be considered if not simply whining. Also, reasons to have been absent are to be discussed by the judges as acceptable or not. If your computer explodes and you had no access to another, fine, but if you simply were too bored to try, it is elimination. It sounds retarded, but it isn’t. Trust me.
4. The judges word is final. I want to see good sportsmanship from the loser, and likewise from winner. I will be honest and tell you that if I lose my battle, I will not complain. Simply put, it is un-sportsmanlike and very dishonorable.
5. The first to post has battlefield choice. Make it something past generic, and give it some specialty and pizzazz. Not to say having an interesting battlefield is a rule, it’s just kind of useful.
Battle Only Rules:
1: No transforming or character switching, this is permitted only between rounds and is not to be done mid-battle for risk of deduction from the ever-present final score out of thirty. In other words, judges will judge on a scale of 1-10 and will at the end combine the scores of each judge for a single person into a final mass of thirty, as most of you know, but I know that some of you battlers are new to this and may need a heads up.
2: No healing, and this means any healing. As is known, many of your characters regenerate, but you will have to make an exception for this tournament as not to infringe this rule.
3. No god-moding, as this isn’t a damage based tourney, it’s performance based. God-moding is wrong, and as Wyborn said in his rule set, “You can be brutal without being cheap.” Remember that. Oh, and unleash hell. It’s fun to watch.J
That’s about it, we pretty much have everything covered. If I forgot something, point it out, please.
This round will end next Thursday.
Final:
Galefore Amnasan versus Malik (Bomby)
Judges:
Seat 1: Tazy
Seat 2: Wyborn
Seat 3: HotD
The 10th Annual Nintendoland Battlefield Tournament: Championship Round!
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^If you will allow me, I suppose I shall, since I haven't had that opportunity after Round 1. If I choose the BF, I don't suppose you mind if I have first post? If you don't, I'll have it tomorrow, since I need time to pour in my best stuff. As for the BF(Ignore the fact that the battlefield description is pourly written, I wrote it at 3 AM and therefore it is pretty choppy in style.):
Battlefield Fourteen: Derenrunelith
Derenrunelith is an odd, evil looking island floating just beyond reach of view in the ocean. It is invisible to all but hardened warriors; Only the most powerful can see it. This island is a huge, square patch of dirt raising up to the clouds, and there is a giant sword in the middle. Four pillars of dirt also surround it and encompass it, so it is said. The island is 800 by 800 feet, and is 1000 feet in the air. It is only accessible to people who fly or climb to the top. The field is of grass, so when it rains up there, it is very dangerous. When in a lightning storm, it disappears. This field is special because it brings out, literally, hidden potential in people who fight atop it’s peak.
What say you? Should I post first or will you?
Battlefield Fourteen: Derenrunelith
Derenrunelith is an odd, evil looking island floating just beyond reach of view in the ocean. It is invisible to all but hardened warriors; Only the most powerful can see it. This island is a huge, square patch of dirt raising up to the clouds, and there is a giant sword in the middle. Four pillars of dirt also surround it and encompass it, so it is said. The island is 800 by 800 feet, and is 1000 feet in the air. It is only accessible to people who fly or climb to the top. The field is of grass, so when it rains up there, it is very dangerous. When in a lightning storm, it disappears. This field is special because it brings out, literally, hidden potential in people who fight atop it’s peak.
What say you? Should I post first or will you?
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The Island of heroes, or as some call it, the island of those damned know-it-all do-gooders. There isn’t a warrior in the world who does not aspire to test their strength via the mere sight of Derenrunelith, as even looking upon its height is enough to say you are among the mightiest. Staring up at its crimson shadow in the sunset is a tear-jerking moment for any warrior, man or woman, and seeing that sunset from atop this monolith was even more of a blissful sadness.
Galefore didn’t reach this place by that token.
It was raining when he floated to the top.
He fell twice.
Just to find out he had climbed the wrong rock and therefore had to hover to the center-pinnacle. Galefore never was one to pay attention.
Landing with a clang, his blue and yellow plate-mail shimmered as the lightning struck directly next to him. His spear rattled against his back as his chain-mail jingled, his moustache rose and fell upon the corners of his lips as the wind blew, and his shoes made a mighty clamor as they rubbed against his ornate shin-guards. The flaps of his armor rubbed against these shin-guards as he stepped again, and clenched his white-metal clad fist showed forth the bolts on his knuckles. Galefore’s narrowed eyes blinked as raindrops fell upon them, the torrent blasting against the showy metal of a warrior’s pride, and Galefore felt his hair stand up as another bolt of lightning aimed to strike him from the rain-clouds.
Feh.
The lightning bolt was easily captured, held almost wriggling to free itself from the heavy grasp of the Lord of Lightning. Tearing it into particles, Galefore almost felt himself growl like a hungry beast as he continued to stomp forward. Galefore Amnasan wasn’t always so pissed.
But man, was he ready to kill that shadow he saw standing across from him. What idiot chose to trek to his favorite place of pride at the same time as him?
The nerve of that jerk…
Why was it raining when an otherwise beautiful sunset was gonna happen to Galefore’s delight and relaxation?
The nerve of nature…
Spewing profanities like a sailor and slowly losing sanity to the uniform clacking of rain and chain-mail, Galefore inaudibly gave a monologue that likely wasn’t worthy of repeating, despite the fact that no-one, including himself, heard it.
The rain hardened, and the figure became increasingly hard to see.
Rain continued to fall and stream down armor like a melting body, and lightning continuously streaked both out of Galefore’s pulsating body and through the canopy of endless clouds. No-one was ever so much of an invisible electric light show, because the rain was like a heinous fog that could keep vision away from even the most precise-eyed warrior.
Rain was always pestersome, and Galefore always paced like a tiger when the deluge came. His deceptively agile mind was always on the move. He always had to move. And, because of his constant use of lighting, the neurons in his brain were trained to automatic electric shocks, thus creating a twitch.
Yet, his anger had even stayed his habits, and now he was standing perfectly still, his eyes closed, and muttered to himself about elemental peace and how annoying he can be sometimes as well. As expected, he wasn’t exactly calming himself down. At this point, he was beginning to become angry at himself.
But there was no time for that, and obsessive nit-picking would not help a person calm down. He simply stood still and shut his mouth, letting the blue-tinted rain’s almost refreshing chill freeze anxiety.
Poof. Out of dream world. There was still a persistently existent shadow standing away from the warrior.
Galefore again called out, as now he was hopeless. He wanted to stay in one place until the end of this storm, and decided in his mind that only one thing could provoke him: if that idiot on the other side of the island wanted to fight. That wouldn’t possibly be the case.
Would it?
Galefore slipped his noisy hand upon his spear-shaft, and then his other to a well-crafted katana’s hilt. Stance was shifted to widen the arc of lightning, pulsing hands almost making the weapons levitate.
And they did. Rising into the air as if they were enough to scare natural gravity away, the spear floated in a tranquil manner near Galefore’s head, and the sword near his right leg. The lightning-master was now conducting an orchestra of light between each of his fingers, dancing ribbons of electricity floating from the tips of his shoulder-pad. A crown of sparks swirled around his head, as it always did when he trained on this rock. His feet lifted from the ground, and his moustache, formerly limp and wet, stiffened to poke out as it usually did. Between the ground and his knuckles, terrible lightning dashed back and forth, and now Galefore could call himself ready.
This was the first time in nearly a decade that he wasn’t in a surprise situation, and he hadn’t been rushed. He was in his element: a storm. His power was at home and he was in a perfect position. That pesky shadow stood nothing of a chance.
Did he?
Edit: I had to fix an error.
Galefore didn’t reach this place by that token.
It was raining when he floated to the top.
He fell twice.
Just to find out he had climbed the wrong rock and therefore had to hover to the center-pinnacle. Galefore never was one to pay attention.
Landing with a clang, his blue and yellow plate-mail shimmered as the lightning struck directly next to him. His spear rattled against his back as his chain-mail jingled, his moustache rose and fell upon the corners of his lips as the wind blew, and his shoes made a mighty clamor as they rubbed against his ornate shin-guards. The flaps of his armor rubbed against these shin-guards as he stepped again, and clenched his white-metal clad fist showed forth the bolts on his knuckles. Galefore’s narrowed eyes blinked as raindrops fell upon them, the torrent blasting against the showy metal of a warrior’s pride, and Galefore felt his hair stand up as another bolt of lightning aimed to strike him from the rain-clouds.
Feh.
The lightning bolt was easily captured, held almost wriggling to free itself from the heavy grasp of the Lord of Lightning. Tearing it into particles, Galefore almost felt himself growl like a hungry beast as he continued to stomp forward. Galefore Amnasan wasn’t always so pissed.
But man, was he ready to kill that shadow he saw standing across from him. What idiot chose to trek to his favorite place of pride at the same time as him?
The nerve of that jerk…
Why was it raining when an otherwise beautiful sunset was gonna happen to Galefore’s delight and relaxation?
The nerve of nature…
Spewing profanities like a sailor and slowly losing sanity to the uniform clacking of rain and chain-mail, Galefore inaudibly gave a monologue that likely wasn’t worthy of repeating, despite the fact that no-one, including himself, heard it.
The rain hardened, and the figure became increasingly hard to see.
Rain continued to fall and stream down armor like a melting body, and lightning continuously streaked both out of Galefore’s pulsating body and through the canopy of endless clouds. No-one was ever so much of an invisible electric light show, because the rain was like a heinous fog that could keep vision away from even the most precise-eyed warrior.
Rain was always pestersome, and Galefore always paced like a tiger when the deluge came. His deceptively agile mind was always on the move. He always had to move. And, because of his constant use of lighting, the neurons in his brain were trained to automatic electric shocks, thus creating a twitch.
Yet, his anger had even stayed his habits, and now he was standing perfectly still, his eyes closed, and muttered to himself about elemental peace and how annoying he can be sometimes as well. As expected, he wasn’t exactly calming himself down. At this point, he was beginning to become angry at himself.
But there was no time for that, and obsessive nit-picking would not help a person calm down. He simply stood still and shut his mouth, letting the blue-tinted rain’s almost refreshing chill freeze anxiety.
Poof. Out of dream world. There was still a persistently existent shadow standing away from the warrior.
Galefore again called out, as now he was hopeless. He wanted to stay in one place until the end of this storm, and decided in his mind that only one thing could provoke him: if that idiot on the other side of the island wanted to fight. That wouldn’t possibly be the case.
Would it?
Galefore slipped his noisy hand upon his spear-shaft, and then his other to a well-crafted katana’s hilt. Stance was shifted to widen the arc of lightning, pulsing hands almost making the weapons levitate.
And they did. Rising into the air as if they were enough to scare natural gravity away, the spear floated in a tranquil manner near Galefore’s head, and the sword near his right leg. The lightning-master was now conducting an orchestra of light between each of his fingers, dancing ribbons of electricity floating from the tips of his shoulder-pad. A crown of sparks swirled around his head, as it always did when he trained on this rock. His feet lifted from the ground, and his moustache, formerly limp and wet, stiffened to poke out as it usually did. Between the ground and his knuckles, terrible lightning dashed back and forth, and now Galefore could call himself ready.
This was the first time in nearly a decade that he wasn’t in a surprise situation, and he hadn’t been rushed. He was in his element: a storm. His power was at home and he was in a perfect position. That pesky shadow stood nothing of a chance.
Did he?
Edit: I had to fix an error.
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The figure resumed walking out of the shadows. When it came close enough to the light to be able to see, the shadow had turned out to be not a him at all; it was instead a Japanese woman carrying a parasol, whose flowery elegance could only be matched by the shroud mystery surrounding her. If it wasn't for that intense stare in her eyes, she would seem the most harmless of all people. A saying had been passed down for many centuries that only beauty can tame a beast, but what happens when the two are one in the same?
She wasted no time beginning what she knew she had to do. As soon as she got close enough to Galefore to strike, she closed her parasol and partially unsheathed the katana hidden in its arm. He was apparently ready for all her actions, as he was quick to swipe his own sword at her. Fighting as she had never fought before she leapt up into the air over her opponent's swing, now completely pulling the katana out its sheath, spinning around midair to strike the same arm he was attacking her with.
He was able to cross block it with the spear shaft he held in the other, but no sooner did that happen than this woman landed on the ground and spun in the opposite direction with her sword fully extended. She missed his arm, however, as he leaned his shoulder back just in time, causing the mysterious woman's katana to make a sharp slice through the air toward his chest. However, she was greeted, unsuspectly, by a strangely tough plate-mail protecting him.
She retracted her sword and switched the grip on her katana to the underhanded style she was used to fighting with. As her enemy began to approach, she made a sudden step forward, attempting to slice her enemy directly through the stomach. He once again blocked with the spear shaft, sending her sword to his side, causing her katana to scrape up the left side of the blue and yellow material covering his torso. This Galefore character seemed much smarter than she had took him for.
She could see him about to swing downward upon her with his katana. She knew she didn't have enough time to roll away and miss the blow completely. Thinking quickly, she once again pulled out her trusty parasol and opened it above her head, which deflected the swing that would have probably beheaded her.
Keeping her parasol open, she attempted to stab Galefore in the foot. How torturous it would be, she thought to herself, to lose a toe? Or better yet, a whole foot? But just before she could completely strike downward, he stepped backward. This woman herself realized that this would be a perfect time to roll backward and stand up. As she drew her sword forward and once again closed her parasol, the two stared at each other with contempt.
Who was this woman?
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She had sworn never to kill again. In spite of having completed her mother's revenge, the government had forced her back into her violent life, giving her the option of helping them take down a budding Anarchist rebellion or face the death penalty. However, as soon as she was free, before she had even begun her mission, she found herself sympathizing with the other side. When the rebellion was eventually crushed, Kashima Yuki had no choice but to flee to China to take refuge.
While rumors of her death had swirled throughout her native Japan, Yuki lived a peaceful life in the Northwestern part of the Hunan province. Having fulfilled her mother's revenge, she felt she needed to find a new way of life. She learned the fine aspects of working on a farm, having put down her sword for good... or so she thought.
Though she did not understand much Mandarin, she knew enough to get by. For the most part, Chinese and Japanese characters have the same meanings, so she was able to communicate through writing when necessary. Those on the farm did not know much about her past, and for the most part, did not care. Though a few perceptive people could see the trouble in this silent woman's eyes, they dared not ask, for they felt they could be risking more than just their dignity. Don't ask, don't tell, right?
But peace can never last long for a woman of the netherworlds. Having been at the farm for not even a whole year, a strange man approached from the distance. He was clearly from a land far away, beyond China, beyond Japan, beyond Asia as a whole, yet he spoke both Mandarin and Japanese with the fluency of a native speaker. He did not stay long, but his short visit put an end to the peace Yuki had become accustomed to.
He spoke to her of an island, Derenrunelith, nicknamed "the Island of Heroes." Throughout all of her mere 23 years on Earth, she had never known of such a place or had seen it on any map. There she would meet, as the wise man spoke vaguely of, the greatest challenge of her entire life. Though he gave no description of what this challenge would be, there was something strange about this man that gave her the sense that this would be a true test of character. Before she could ask any questions, the man vanished within the blink of an eye.
Yuki walked outside. "I must leave," Yuki said in Mandarin with a thick Japanese accent. Despite how soft her voice was upon saying this, the whole farm stopped at this silent woman's rare moment of speech. "Please! Bring me a boat! I must go, this is my fate," she said shakily, with a hint of desperation in her voice. Her jaw shook as her eyes began to glisten with tears. It was this day that Yuki once again became Lady Snowblood.
As two men escorted her away from the farm, she took a longing gaze back. It was a gaze back at the life she had wanted to live. A life of peace, which she was not meant for. A life she wished she was meant for...
She sat completely still for the whole boat ride. One would assume that she was meditating, or possibly had fallen asleep with her eyes open, yet while most would be tiresome this late at night, she remained wide awake. Perhaps it was the tossing and turning of the boat that caused her restlesness. Only one thing was certain: this woman was determined to kill, hopefully for the last time in her entire life.
The expression in her eyes was nearly impossible to read. They were open as wide as physically possible, and considering that her eyes were already quite large as it was, the expression was creepy enough to give Lucifer nightmares, yet at the same time there was a beautiful, almost vulnerable hint of sadness to it. Ths island was now within less than 20 meters.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Absolute silence in the middle of a storm. Suddenly, like a bat out of hell, She sprung into the air, flipping forward at least five times before grasping onto the side of the mountain, which she began to climb painstakingly. By pure will, she was able to survive the way to the top. As she looked to brush the dirt off her brand new blue and white kimono, she noticed the dirt was gone. Something about this island was not right...
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At almost the same time, Galefore and Yuki stepped in toward each other. striking with their swords and blocking the other's attack. Yuki kept attacking like a mad woman, swinging the sword toward each side while her body was spinning in circles, alternating in direction with each blow, for the most part. She sometimes would strike the same time up to two or three times in a row, hoping to catch Galefore off guard and get some damage in on his arms, but thanks to his being armed with two weapons, she was blocked.
All of the sudden, Yuki made a stabbing motion toward Galefore's chest. Using both his spear and katana, he was able to capture the instrument Yuki stabbed at him with... her closed parasol. Right before his eyes, Yuki's katana swung toward his head. He tilted his head back, but was unable to avoid getting a clean slice of the blade across his left cheek.
Yuki retracted both her weapons and stepped back - not for a breath to cure any exhaustion a normal human would have in this situation, but to remove the pin in her hair. She shook her head, allowing her long black hair to fly free in the rain.
As Galefore stepped in toward her, she backflipped and threw her hairpin down to the ground. It exploded into a cloud of sand too thick to see through. After landing on the ground, she pointed her katana forward and charged toward the dark figure in the cloud of dust at full speed.
(Edit - spelling error)
The figure resumed walking out of the shadows. When it came close enough to the light to be able to see, the shadow had turned out to be not a him at all; it was instead a Japanese woman carrying a parasol, whose flowery elegance could only be matched by the shroud mystery surrounding her. If it wasn't for that intense stare in her eyes, she would seem the most harmless of all people. A saying had been passed down for many centuries that only beauty can tame a beast, but what happens when the two are one in the same?
She wasted no time beginning what she knew she had to do. As soon as she got close enough to Galefore to strike, she closed her parasol and partially unsheathed the katana hidden in its arm. He was apparently ready for all her actions, as he was quick to swipe his own sword at her. Fighting as she had never fought before she leapt up into the air over her opponent's swing, now completely pulling the katana out its sheath, spinning around midair to strike the same arm he was attacking her with.
He was able to cross block it with the spear shaft he held in the other, but no sooner did that happen than this woman landed on the ground and spun in the opposite direction with her sword fully extended. She missed his arm, however, as he leaned his shoulder back just in time, causing the mysterious woman's katana to make a sharp slice through the air toward his chest. However, she was greeted, unsuspectly, by a strangely tough plate-mail protecting him.
She retracted her sword and switched the grip on her katana to the underhanded style she was used to fighting with. As her enemy began to approach, she made a sudden step forward, attempting to slice her enemy directly through the stomach. He once again blocked with the spear shaft, sending her sword to his side, causing her katana to scrape up the left side of the blue and yellow material covering his torso. This Galefore character seemed much smarter than she had took him for.
She could see him about to swing downward upon her with his katana. She knew she didn't have enough time to roll away and miss the blow completely. Thinking quickly, she once again pulled out her trusty parasol and opened it above her head, which deflected the swing that would have probably beheaded her.
Keeping her parasol open, she attempted to stab Galefore in the foot. How torturous it would be, she thought to herself, to lose a toe? Or better yet, a whole foot? But just before she could completely strike downward, he stepped backward. This woman herself realized that this would be a perfect time to roll backward and stand up. As she drew her sword forward and once again closed her parasol, the two stared at each other with contempt.
Who was this woman?
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She had sworn never to kill again. In spite of having completed her mother's revenge, the government had forced her back into her violent life, giving her the option of helping them take down a budding Anarchist rebellion or face the death penalty. However, as soon as she was free, before she had even begun her mission, she found herself sympathizing with the other side. When the rebellion was eventually crushed, Kashima Yuki had no choice but to flee to China to take refuge.
While rumors of her death had swirled throughout her native Japan, Yuki lived a peaceful life in the Northwestern part of the Hunan province. Having fulfilled her mother's revenge, she felt she needed to find a new way of life. She learned the fine aspects of working on a farm, having put down her sword for good... or so she thought.
Though she did not understand much Mandarin, she knew enough to get by. For the most part, Chinese and Japanese characters have the same meanings, so she was able to communicate through writing when necessary. Those on the farm did not know much about her past, and for the most part, did not care. Though a few perceptive people could see the trouble in this silent woman's eyes, they dared not ask, for they felt they could be risking more than just their dignity. Don't ask, don't tell, right?
But peace can never last long for a woman of the netherworlds. Having been at the farm for not even a whole year, a strange man approached from the distance. He was clearly from a land far away, beyond China, beyond Japan, beyond Asia as a whole, yet he spoke both Mandarin and Japanese with the fluency of a native speaker. He did not stay long, but his short visit put an end to the peace Yuki had become accustomed to.
He spoke to her of an island, Derenrunelith, nicknamed "the Island of Heroes." Throughout all of her mere 23 years on Earth, she had never known of such a place or had seen it on any map. There she would meet, as the wise man spoke vaguely of, the greatest challenge of her entire life. Though he gave no description of what this challenge would be, there was something strange about this man that gave her the sense that this would be a true test of character. Before she could ask any questions, the man vanished within the blink of an eye.
Yuki walked outside. "I must leave," Yuki said in Mandarin with a thick Japanese accent. Despite how soft her voice was upon saying this, the whole farm stopped at this silent woman's rare moment of speech. "Please! Bring me a boat! I must go, this is my fate," she said shakily, with a hint of desperation in her voice. Her jaw shook as her eyes began to glisten with tears. It was this day that Yuki once again became Lady Snowblood.
As two men escorted her away from the farm, she took a longing gaze back. It was a gaze back at the life she had wanted to live. A life of peace, which she was not meant for. A life she wished she was meant for...
She sat completely still for the whole boat ride. One would assume that she was meditating, or possibly had fallen asleep with her eyes open, yet while most would be tiresome this late at night, she remained wide awake. Perhaps it was the tossing and turning of the boat that caused her restlesness. Only one thing was certain: this woman was determined to kill, hopefully for the last time in her entire life.
The expression in her eyes was nearly impossible to read. They were open as wide as physically possible, and considering that her eyes were already quite large as it was, the expression was creepy enough to give Lucifer nightmares, yet at the same time there was a beautiful, almost vulnerable hint of sadness to it. Ths island was now within less than 20 meters.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Absolute silence in the middle of a storm. Suddenly, like a bat out of hell, She sprung into the air, flipping forward at least five times before grasping onto the side of the mountain, which she began to climb painstakingly. By pure will, she was able to survive the way to the top. As she looked to brush the dirt off her brand new blue and white kimono, she noticed the dirt was gone. Something about this island was not right...
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At almost the same time, Galefore and Yuki stepped in toward each other. striking with their swords and blocking the other's attack. Yuki kept attacking like a mad woman, swinging the sword toward each side while her body was spinning in circles, alternating in direction with each blow, for the most part. She sometimes would strike the same time up to two or three times in a row, hoping to catch Galefore off guard and get some damage in on his arms, but thanks to his being armed with two weapons, she was blocked.
All of the sudden, Yuki made a stabbing motion toward Galefore's chest. Using both his spear and katana, he was able to capture the instrument Yuki stabbed at him with... her closed parasol. Right before his eyes, Yuki's katana swung toward his head. He tilted his head back, but was unable to avoid getting a clean slice of the blade across his left cheek.
Yuki retracted both her weapons and stepped back - not for a breath to cure any exhaustion a normal human would have in this situation, but to remove the pin in her hair. She shook her head, allowing her long black hair to fly free in the rain.
As Galefore stepped in toward her, she backflipped and threw her hairpin down to the ground. It exploded into a cloud of sand too thick to see through. After landing on the ground, she pointed her katana forward and charged toward the dark figure in the cloud of dust at full speed.
(Edit - spelling error)
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Galefore’s elemental creed was never to delay, his haste being his downfall for the most part. He was always indelibly rash in dealing with vision-impairing obstacles or smoke-screens, and dust wasn’t quite something that made his happy either. He had some sort of phobia for having a sense disabled, and this was especially relevant when he couldn’t see. This always led to a silent panic. Panic was not good for this situation. Therefore, Galefore did not hesitate to reveal his power to Yuki. He let his weapons lift into the air again while he manipulated their magnetic structure, and turned around quickly to ruin the dust-screen with his thick, pulsing bolts of energy.
Maybe that was a surprise to Snowblood, although Galefore doubted, through her gritty and indifferent countenance, that she was at all shocked. He was using a mystical, nigh-unreal power that was otherwise an ethereal wonder of the heavens, yet she treated it as nothing more than another easily dodged sword-stroke.
Then there was the storm, and that almost made Galefore lose concentration to chasten himself. She likely believed it to be another bolt from the heavens that conveniently freed his vision. She could just keep on believing that, because for now, Galefore had already remembered something that would easily turn the tide of this battle, if it was even in need of turning at this point…
Another few sword strikes, this time coming from his right, which he at first sidestepped but within a split second had to parry, and then he swung his own spear, a fierce swing like a helicopter’s rotor, barely cutting the tip of Yuki’s nose, a drop of blood letting itself fall into her mouth.
A moment’s reprieve, and then a half-hearted thrust that met her umbrella, his face developing a victorious grin as he barely missed being subject to her trick a second time. Her Katana was drawn back and then swept near his sins, and as he hopped over the blade, Yuki dashed behind him and slammed her sword into the armor, leaving an unforgivable dent and the metal poking into Galefore’s spine. He winced and gasped. Noticing this, Yuki began to bear down harder, but Galefore did something that surprised even the un-surprisable Snowblood…
His spear came down thrice in one blow, and he made his helicopter maneuver afresh as she moved away from all three jabs and the near-death inducing whirl. What she didn’t recognize or dodge was electricity that began to lengthen from the spear, moving like a glowing-blue pinwheel towards her. She was struck twice by the lightning-blade, which left shout-inducing dry-whelps upon her left leg and her stomach. Her cloths had almost been burned to her skin in this instance, and she was especially unhappy about that.
“Surprise-surprise, Demon lady. Ain’t it ironic? Getting’ struck by lightning that came from man, and not cloud?” Spoke Galefore, which Yuki, of course, could not understand since Galefore was speaking in the Ildyr tongue (translated to English for your convenience), and Yuki spoke only Japanese. Galefore didn’t know this or care, and continued to babble in the poetic-language, his deep Ildyr-speech voice booming above his common-speech speaking mid-pitched voice. His thick, hard-boiled pronunciation of each word was almost barbaric less than poetic, but as Galefore mused at his own voice, Yuki quickly took advantage of an ample opportunity.
A sword struck him in the hand, cutting into his gauntlet and drawing blood. As he stared blankly at this, he turned around to see an umbrella hurtle towards his face, and he almost sighed tiredly before his expression was switched to an in-pain by the abnormally potent blow.
Now considerably angry, Galefore stared dead ahead, cursed, and let his weapons float around him. In his hands he materialized the white-hot energy of the heavens, and thus he prepared to continue. Without a moment’s hesitance, he whirled around, his spear flinging from behind his shoulder and towards her head and his sword flying towards Yuki’s shin, and began to wield his lightning as whips from the sky. Yuki managed to duck the spear and somehow also jump the sword, and even kept away from the whips of energy for a time, but the supernatural weapons easily hit her in the stomach, this forcing out a cry, and she jumped back until she was out of the whip’s range.
Without any sort of mercy, Galefore continued his assault, his face shifting into a grin. Into the center of the island he pushed her, sending orbs of white-light near this maiden of cold-heart. Each one stopped in front of her silhouette, but there was no true way to stop these hideous weapons. She noticed their idle nature, and by her face, pieced together what they were for…
Before she fully realized their purpose, each one of them busted into a brilliant light-show, throwing her numbered body into the sky and back down into the ground. As she attempted to get up, Galefore’s spear made a nice, clean cut through the deadly maiden’s shin, almost cutting through the bone. She would have a difficult time walking on that leg now…
Still, she managed to rise. Galefore was almost certain that she had a vendetta, because if this was a random battle, she would have stopped upon seeing Galefore’s skill.
Or WOULD she have? Maybe there was a lot more to her than just a murderous stare and skill with a blade…
But at the battle they had reached, that was beyond the point and didn’t matter. As she once again rose and began one of her combos, Galefore blasted an enormous wall of energy out into the sky, the rain amplifying its intensity, and sent her back to the wet and muddy earth…
Crackling arcs of purely blissful electricity danced rapidly from tensed fingertips, hitting a soaked lady’s body and easily making him remember why he loved the smell of cooking flesh. Yuki writhed as she felt the surge of uncontrollable pain, blistering, no, MELTING heat searing her skin and almost aging the left side of her face. Her formerly wide-open eye was slightly shut, and her pulsing, purple skin looked like a sea of cracks and pockets. Her hellish electrocution ended, and the tattered and burned kimono steamed as she stood to show her grisly countenance. Galefore almost felt guilty. Almost.
There was still the matter of her reason, but at this point, Galefore didn’t care. Yuki was simply pissed. Her face told a tale of annoyance and also told that she knew how to counter this onslaught. She then her Galefore shouting, saying things in his language…
What she heard was as follows:
Asn Neelvas! Gor Furmoi Jermilos Frae!
Galefore heard it normally, and he had said, “Crying Maiden! Get off yer tail!”
This reference of “crying maiden” was an elemental insult of ages ago based on the elemental of water, who was knocked down into a puddle of her own making during the battle that killed her and seemed to be crying as water dripped from her head. From that point forward, it became an elemental inside joke. At this point, Yuki looked exactly like that Water Elemental.
But Yuki wasn’t crying. She was plotting.
Galefore stepped back and resumed the stance he had taken when Yuki first found him.
Galefore’s elemental creed was never to delay, his haste being his downfall for the most part. He was always indelibly rash in dealing with vision-impairing obstacles or smoke-screens, and dust wasn’t quite something that made his happy either. He had some sort of phobia for having a sense disabled, and this was especially relevant when he couldn’t see. This always led to a silent panic. Panic was not good for this situation. Therefore, Galefore did not hesitate to reveal his power to Yuki. He let his weapons lift into the air again while he manipulated their magnetic structure, and turned around quickly to ruin the dust-screen with his thick, pulsing bolts of energy.
Maybe that was a surprise to Snowblood, although Galefore doubted, through her gritty and indifferent countenance, that she was at all shocked. He was using a mystical, nigh-unreal power that was otherwise an ethereal wonder of the heavens, yet she treated it as nothing more than another easily dodged sword-stroke.
Then there was the storm, and that almost made Galefore lose concentration to chasten himself. She likely believed it to be another bolt from the heavens that conveniently freed his vision. She could just keep on believing that, because for now, Galefore had already remembered something that would easily turn the tide of this battle, if it was even in need of turning at this point…
Another few sword strikes, this time coming from his right, which he at first sidestepped but within a split second had to parry, and then he swung his own spear, a fierce swing like a helicopter’s rotor, barely cutting the tip of Yuki’s nose, a drop of blood letting itself fall into her mouth.
A moment’s reprieve, and then a half-hearted thrust that met her umbrella, his face developing a victorious grin as he barely missed being subject to her trick a second time. Her Katana was drawn back and then swept near his sins, and as he hopped over the blade, Yuki dashed behind him and slammed her sword into the armor, leaving an unforgivable dent and the metal poking into Galefore’s spine. He winced and gasped. Noticing this, Yuki began to bear down harder, but Galefore did something that surprised even the un-surprisable Snowblood…
His spear came down thrice in one blow, and he made his helicopter maneuver afresh as she moved away from all three jabs and the near-death inducing whirl. What she didn’t recognize or dodge was electricity that began to lengthen from the spear, moving like a glowing-blue pinwheel towards her. She was struck twice by the lightning-blade, which left shout-inducing dry-whelps upon her left leg and her stomach. Her cloths had almost been burned to her skin in this instance, and she was especially unhappy about that.
“Surprise-surprise, Demon lady. Ain’t it ironic? Getting’ struck by lightning that came from man, and not cloud?” Spoke Galefore, which Yuki, of course, could not understand since Galefore was speaking in the Ildyr tongue (translated to English for your convenience), and Yuki spoke only Japanese. Galefore didn’t know this or care, and continued to babble in the poetic-language, his deep Ildyr-speech voice booming above his common-speech speaking mid-pitched voice. His thick, hard-boiled pronunciation of each word was almost barbaric less than poetic, but as Galefore mused at his own voice, Yuki quickly took advantage of an ample opportunity.
A sword struck him in the hand, cutting into his gauntlet and drawing blood. As he stared blankly at this, he turned around to see an umbrella hurtle towards his face, and he almost sighed tiredly before his expression was switched to an in-pain by the abnormally potent blow.
Now considerably angry, Galefore stared dead ahead, cursed, and let his weapons float around him. In his hands he materialized the white-hot energy of the heavens, and thus he prepared to continue. Without a moment’s hesitance, he whirled around, his spear flinging from behind his shoulder and towards her head and his sword flying towards Yuki’s shin, and began to wield his lightning as whips from the sky. Yuki managed to duck the spear and somehow also jump the sword, and even kept away from the whips of energy for a time, but the supernatural weapons easily hit her in the stomach, this forcing out a cry, and she jumped back until she was out of the whip’s range.
Without any sort of mercy, Galefore continued his assault, his face shifting into a grin. Into the center of the island he pushed her, sending orbs of white-light near this maiden of cold-heart. Each one stopped in front of her silhouette, but there was no true way to stop these hideous weapons. She noticed their idle nature, and by her face, pieced together what they were for…
Before she fully realized their purpose, each one of them busted into a brilliant light-show, throwing her numbered body into the sky and back down into the ground. As she attempted to get up, Galefore’s spear made a nice, clean cut through the deadly maiden’s shin, almost cutting through the bone. She would have a difficult time walking on that leg now…
Still, she managed to rise. Galefore was almost certain that she had a vendetta, because if this was a random battle, she would have stopped upon seeing Galefore’s skill.
Or WOULD she have? Maybe there was a lot more to her than just a murderous stare and skill with a blade…
But at the battle they had reached, that was beyond the point and didn’t matter. As she once again rose and began one of her combos, Galefore blasted an enormous wall of energy out into the sky, the rain amplifying its intensity, and sent her back to the wet and muddy earth…
Crackling arcs of purely blissful electricity danced rapidly from tensed fingertips, hitting a soaked lady’s body and easily making him remember why he loved the smell of cooking flesh. Yuki writhed as she felt the surge of uncontrollable pain, blistering, no, MELTING heat searing her skin and almost aging the left side of her face. Her formerly wide-open eye was slightly shut, and her pulsing, purple skin looked like a sea of cracks and pockets. Her hellish electrocution ended, and the tattered and burned kimono steamed as she stood to show her grisly countenance. Galefore almost felt guilty. Almost.
There was still the matter of her reason, but at this point, Galefore didn’t care. Yuki was simply pissed. Her face told a tale of annoyance and also told that she knew how to counter this onslaught. She then her Galefore shouting, saying things in his language…
What she heard was as follows:
Asn Neelvas! Gor Furmoi Jermilos Frae!
Galefore heard it normally, and he had said, “Crying Maiden! Get off yer tail!”
This reference of “crying maiden” was an elemental insult of ages ago based on the elemental of water, who was knocked down into a puddle of her own making during the battle that killed her and seemed to be crying as water dripped from her head. From that point forward, it became an elemental inside joke. At this point, Yuki looked exactly like that Water Elemental.
But Yuki wasn’t crying. She was plotting.
Galefore stepped back and resumed the stance he had taken when Yuki first found him.
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OoC: Cot damn, I know why I was warned about you. Now looks like a perfect time to release the true demon within this woman, who had been told her whole life that she was a child of the netherworlds, more akin to how she was in the manga than Kaji Meiko's onscreen portrayal of her. Don't be surprised if she's fully naked by the end of the battle.
Her skin felt fried. Most normal people would be permanantly disabled by an attack of such calibur. But as all of Japan had come to know, the infamous Kashima Yuki was anything but normal. While greatly injured, the sheer will of survival was enough to keep her moving.
She looked down at her kimono, so burnt by the electrical shock that merely touching it caused it to crumble and fall apart.
Though she couldn't at all understand the words of her opponent, she was able to understand the mockingly condescendant tone. He was standing still, expecting Yuki to attack withing a moment's notice. However, she just stood still, allowing the rain to soak into her long, black hair, which despite the electicution was still perfectly intact. Then within a moment's notice Yuki's character seemed to warp.
This woman - who throughout her life rarely showed the slightest of smiles, began laughing uncontrollably. Oh, if a man were to see the terrible look in her eyes - he would no longer fear hell! She bent forward, and began to yell, as if all the years of being nearly absolutely silent had mounted into a bomb, and this release of tension was an exlopsion.
"Electrocute me! Electrocute me again!" she began to yell in her native Japanese. "I'm telling you to electocute me, dammit! Why don't you listen?" Of course, knowing her opponent spoke an entirely different language than her, she soon realized the uselessness of of yelling.
As quickly as Yuki broke into laughter, she snapped back into her usual self. Her large, brown eyes maintained their horrifying intensity, despite the damage now taken to her left eye, which remained squinted from the attack. Slightly disformed from her previous state but still recognizable from her right side, Yuki had an idea that would either kill her or even out her current disadvantage, and she hoped within her soul that it would turn out to be the latter.
Yuki pointed her sword forwards and began to charge at Galefore, limping on her leg that had been greatly injured by taking a who met her with yet another bolt of lightning. Yuki must have flown back at least ten feet from the shock, landing flat on her stomach. Oh, how she wanted to give up, or just rest! No, she thought to herself, I must be strong! She struggled to return to her feet, but she exhaustedly pulled herself up, took in a breath, and charget at her opponent again, like an idiot who never learned lessons.
Yuki was no idiot, however. Having been dealt many electrocutions already, she was beginning to build a tolerance for the pain. She could feel the electricity flowing through her body. In fact, if one was to look closely at the raindrops that fell upon her, he or she would be able to see a slight wave of electricity through the water as it touched her skin.
She kept repeating this phase of running straight into Galefore's bolts of electricity. With each attack, though her body suffered more and more damage, she was able to build the strength to get up again quicker than the last.
But after at least two minutes of this repeating cycle, everything froze. Even the rain momentarily ceased to fall, and the wind all but halted. Yuki stood still, staring at Galefore. Her eyes told a story - the story of the code of the samurai. Without even speaking, she was able to clearly communicate her intent:
"I will murder you. Even if I, too, must die in the process, the Buddha himself cannot stop me! I have survived the most draconian of situations. I have been shot, I have been raped, I have survived taking a sword straight through the stomach! If electrocution kills me, it will be purely by chance!"
Yuki and Galefore both closed their eyes. At that moment, a single snowflake began to fall from the sky. It drifted softly through the air, fluttering about like a newly emancipated leaf, freeing itself from its tree in autumn. Despite its miniscule size and slow falling speed, the two warriors were able to hear its thud loud and clear when it hit the ground.
Instantaneously, the two reopened their eyes, and a newly calmed Yuki charged once again at her opponent. As before, Galefore met her with a bolt of lightning. Instead of knocking Yuki on her back, as it had before, she just kept on running straight forward at what would be full speed if it weren't for her her shin injury. Her kimono, already blackened and tattered, finally gave way and flew off of Yuki, revealing her also half-destroyed skin-tight undergarments.
Her sword pointed directly at her opponent's well-armored stomach. Mind you, the reader, that this is all happening within a matter of seconds, Galefore did not have time to react to her perseverence. The sheer momentum put a huge dent into the plate that clothed Galefore, which had to jab at least an inch into his abdomen. She was able to block two swings, from both his spear shaft and his katana with her closed parasol before returning her own sword to the same cheek she had sliced-up before, this time cutting into the opposite direction, toward his nose, and much deeper into the skin on his face.
At the same time, the two seemed to kick each other away. Yuki had lifted her leg high enough to hit Galefore in the same area in which she had left a dent in his mail just seconds earlier. The two separated momentarily.
The sheer force of the kick once again knocked the battle-torn Yuki to the ground while Galefore remained standing, speaking angrily in his native language, which she had not even the most basic understanding of. She stood herself up, no longer feeling exhausted, even though she could feel the skin on her arms beginning to peel away painfully.
As the sun began to set, the horizon and clouds above transformed into a deep purple, and the grass was given the appearance of the dullest shade of grey one could imagine. The wind picked up to a speed that it had not blown at yet. She stared straight into her opponent's eyes, with the left side of her face finally beginning to return to a quasi-normal color after being turned purple by the electrocution. Her hair lifted straight up into the wind, and her eyes opened wide, despite the injury dealt to her left. It would appear as if she was being possessed by something unbeknownst to this world. From the sky, it began to snow much more than just the single flake from before, but this snow was not the white snow we are accustomed to seeing. As the saying in Japan goes:
The snow the cleanses the earth is not a pure white, but firey red!
Free from the restraint of her kimono, Yuki was now able to compensate for whatever speed she had lost from the blow dealt to her shin, though not as fast as she would be able to had she not been hit at all. She opened her parasol, hoping she might be able to block some of Galefore's bolts of electricity, though she now knew she was better able to withstand its power than she had been earlier.
She ran at her opponent, once again engaging in the type of swordplay that had occurred at the beginning of the battle. She swung her blade underhanded, with the fury of both her own and her mother's. The bright red snow was flying all over the place, both from her fancy footwork and from flakes bouncing around in the air having been deflected by her sword from their downward path. She kept aiming for the wounds she had already made on Galefore's face and abdomen, occasionally touching but often being blocked by the supreme skill of her opponent.
Yuki jumped into the air, not away from or toward her opponent, but straight up. She kicked out both of her legs, each one blocking one of the arms of her opponent. Her blade was aimed straight downward, to the point where if Galefore's reactions were any slower, his head would have been chopped in half.
But Galefore was able to react faster than that...
Her skin felt fried. Most normal people would be permanantly disabled by an attack of such calibur. But as all of Japan had come to know, the infamous Kashima Yuki was anything but normal. While greatly injured, the sheer will of survival was enough to keep her moving.
She looked down at her kimono, so burnt by the electrical shock that merely touching it caused it to crumble and fall apart.
Though she couldn't at all understand the words of her opponent, she was able to understand the mockingly condescendant tone. He was standing still, expecting Yuki to attack withing a moment's notice. However, she just stood still, allowing the rain to soak into her long, black hair, which despite the electicution was still perfectly intact. Then within a moment's notice Yuki's character seemed to warp.
This woman - who throughout her life rarely showed the slightest of smiles, began laughing uncontrollably. Oh, if a man were to see the terrible look in her eyes - he would no longer fear hell! She bent forward, and began to yell, as if all the years of being nearly absolutely silent had mounted into a bomb, and this release of tension was an exlopsion.
"Electrocute me! Electrocute me again!" she began to yell in her native Japanese. "I'm telling you to electocute me, dammit! Why don't you listen?" Of course, knowing her opponent spoke an entirely different language than her, she soon realized the uselessness of of yelling.
As quickly as Yuki broke into laughter, she snapped back into her usual self. Her large, brown eyes maintained their horrifying intensity, despite the damage now taken to her left eye, which remained squinted from the attack. Slightly disformed from her previous state but still recognizable from her right side, Yuki had an idea that would either kill her or even out her current disadvantage, and she hoped within her soul that it would turn out to be the latter.
Yuki pointed her sword forwards and began to charge at Galefore, limping on her leg that had been greatly injured by taking a who met her with yet another bolt of lightning. Yuki must have flown back at least ten feet from the shock, landing flat on her stomach. Oh, how she wanted to give up, or just rest! No, she thought to herself, I must be strong! She struggled to return to her feet, but she exhaustedly pulled herself up, took in a breath, and charget at her opponent again, like an idiot who never learned lessons.
Yuki was no idiot, however. Having been dealt many electrocutions already, she was beginning to build a tolerance for the pain. She could feel the electricity flowing through her body. In fact, if one was to look closely at the raindrops that fell upon her, he or she would be able to see a slight wave of electricity through the water as it touched her skin.
She kept repeating this phase of running straight into Galefore's bolts of electricity. With each attack, though her body suffered more and more damage, she was able to build the strength to get up again quicker than the last.
But after at least two minutes of this repeating cycle, everything froze. Even the rain momentarily ceased to fall, and the wind all but halted. Yuki stood still, staring at Galefore. Her eyes told a story - the story of the code of the samurai. Without even speaking, she was able to clearly communicate her intent:
"I will murder you. Even if I, too, must die in the process, the Buddha himself cannot stop me! I have survived the most draconian of situations. I have been shot, I have been raped, I have survived taking a sword straight through the stomach! If electrocution kills me, it will be purely by chance!"
Yuki and Galefore both closed their eyes. At that moment, a single snowflake began to fall from the sky. It drifted softly through the air, fluttering about like a newly emancipated leaf, freeing itself from its tree in autumn. Despite its miniscule size and slow falling speed, the two warriors were able to hear its thud loud and clear when it hit the ground.
Instantaneously, the two reopened their eyes, and a newly calmed Yuki charged once again at her opponent. As before, Galefore met her with a bolt of lightning. Instead of knocking Yuki on her back, as it had before, she just kept on running straight forward at what would be full speed if it weren't for her her shin injury. Her kimono, already blackened and tattered, finally gave way and flew off of Yuki, revealing her also half-destroyed skin-tight undergarments.
Her sword pointed directly at her opponent's well-armored stomach. Mind you, the reader, that this is all happening within a matter of seconds, Galefore did not have time to react to her perseverence. The sheer momentum put a huge dent into the plate that clothed Galefore, which had to jab at least an inch into his abdomen. She was able to block two swings, from both his spear shaft and his katana with her closed parasol before returning her own sword to the same cheek she had sliced-up before, this time cutting into the opposite direction, toward his nose, and much deeper into the skin on his face.
At the same time, the two seemed to kick each other away. Yuki had lifted her leg high enough to hit Galefore in the same area in which she had left a dent in his mail just seconds earlier. The two separated momentarily.
The sheer force of the kick once again knocked the battle-torn Yuki to the ground while Galefore remained standing, speaking angrily in his native language, which she had not even the most basic understanding of. She stood herself up, no longer feeling exhausted, even though she could feel the skin on her arms beginning to peel away painfully.
As the sun began to set, the horizon and clouds above transformed into a deep purple, and the grass was given the appearance of the dullest shade of grey one could imagine. The wind picked up to a speed that it had not blown at yet. She stared straight into her opponent's eyes, with the left side of her face finally beginning to return to a quasi-normal color after being turned purple by the electrocution. Her hair lifted straight up into the wind, and her eyes opened wide, despite the injury dealt to her left. It would appear as if she was being possessed by something unbeknownst to this world. From the sky, it began to snow much more than just the single flake from before, but this snow was not the white snow we are accustomed to seeing. As the saying in Japan goes:
The snow the cleanses the earth is not a pure white, but firey red!
Free from the restraint of her kimono, Yuki was now able to compensate for whatever speed she had lost from the blow dealt to her shin, though not as fast as she would be able to had she not been hit at all. She opened her parasol, hoping she might be able to block some of Galefore's bolts of electricity, though she now knew she was better able to withstand its power than she had been earlier.
She ran at her opponent, once again engaging in the type of swordplay that had occurred at the beginning of the battle. She swung her blade underhanded, with the fury of both her own and her mother's. The bright red snow was flying all over the place, both from her fancy footwork and from flakes bouncing around in the air having been deflected by her sword from their downward path. She kept aiming for the wounds she had already made on Galefore's face and abdomen, occasionally touching but often being blocked by the supreme skill of her opponent.
Yuki jumped into the air, not away from or toward her opponent, but straight up. She kicked out both of her legs, each one blocking one of the arms of her opponent. Her blade was aimed straight downward, to the point where if Galefore's reactions were any slower, his head would have been chopped in half.
But Galefore was able to react faster than that...
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BAKSHA!
Idiot woman! Had her mind even stooped so low as to think of the simplest possibilities, her demon-possessed movements wouldn’t have been so critically rash! As if a rift in time had opened and Yuki had been left out, Galefore almost disappeared from underneath Yuki’s attack. He had manipulated the snow itself, super-charging its moisture and climbing it via his hovering abilities, and found himself above even the mid-jump demon-lady. Her half-naked form rose further with another stride, a wild blow scraping Galefore’s boot and flinging sparks into the falling snow. They were the same color, and they did not disturb this unnatural blasphemy to nature.
“Yar Favis E BARG!” shouted Galefore, which roughly said “You are a BEAST!”, and then he rambled on about her desecration of this island’s beauty and the idiocy of bloody snow, for Galefore knew not the Japanese folklore and cared not. This was a travesty to him. He would show her the far more sophisticated nature of crimson lightning.
Galefore held his empowered position in the air, shining sparks and bolts flashing between the ground and the studs on his knuckles. Those would certainly do damage, or maybe he would unleash Ethusihn… No, not wise. The wisest choice was the scientific way, and he remembered his own habit ruined by neurons in his brain…
Neurons… They control movement, and are driven by electric jolts…
Eureka. Galefore felt incredibly accomplished, his toothy grin spreading to the point of an insane man’s malicious smile. He almost broke out laughing, but the sight of this half-naked, burned, pathetic woman was so pathetic that pity took over.
But, before he could call off his attack and let her “go free” (Galefore is a cocky bastard, even if his mainstream cockiness is a mirage), she leapt into his face and damn-near cut his head off. Again. Pulling back desperately, Galefore tumbled into the ground, now covered in mud and feeling as if his brain were soon to leak from his ears in fury. He was no longer willing to let this demon go. He would kill her.
Standing without a moment’s hesitance, Galefore flung his hand into the air, once again electrocuting the ‘willing’ Yuki. She stood there, expecting the flow to end, but she was soon wronged and surprised as she continuously felt searing energy come and go throughout her body. Mostly, she felt it in her head, and she began to froth at the mouth. Whilst this was happening, Galefore stood prepared and transmitted his own movements into Yuki’s, lifting a weaponless arm and jabbing it into his busy other arm. Yuki repeated this.
Except, Yuki was holding a sword in her hand. There was no sound more pleasantly horrifying than the sound that blade made as it tore into her arm. Again. And again. And again. Until Galefore ceased to be amused and let her hold it there.
Yuki was released, flying backwards with a sword still impaling her right arm. She landed with a loud squishing sound in the snow, underneath which there was a mud-puddle that she had already fallen into, mind you, her blade’s hilt smashing into a harder patch of earth, likely of stone. The hilt came all of the way through her arm, blood squirting into the air as her now defunct appendage convulsed. As much as she wanted to believe she was immune to Galefore’s abilities, she was still completely victimized by her brain. With her left arm, she wiped the foam from her mouth, and it mixed with the red flakes of frozen blood on the ground.
Galefore fell backwards, exhausted from over-exertion. It was beyond him as to exactly why it was exhausting to perform that move. Either way, it was, and Galefore felt the after-effects in full force, his vision momentarily blurring and his body becoming considerably more unstable and wobbly. For now, however, he would have to hide this hangover-like condition. But that headache... For now, his pain would have to be ignored. The warrior-mage tried to imagine what Yuki felt like at this moment. Standing up and staring at the severely injured woman, his mind wandering back to her appearance when she first arrived, he spat on the ground.
That was a waste of a good-looking lady and a fine warrior, and…
But, she wasn’t dead or willing to give up. She stood once again, her radius bone sticking out and in plain view, her ulna still in place but awkwardly lacking it‘s mutilated partner, and held her bloodied sword in her left hand.
Persistent fool. She could never possibly bring it into her mind how much pain she would be in if she continued…
But, that was what she seemed to want. No point in disagreeing, really. Galefore charged her, without the bells and whistles and lightning and thunder and chaos and hubbub. He brought with him only his skill with his weapons.
Swinging his spear in at least five consecutive thrusts, and then following up with a finely played sword-combination, Galefore wasn’t surprised as he was dodged and parried underhandedly. He was, in fact, actually more surprised by the unbridled flurry of left-handed attacks that followed his own assault, and he was cut and hit in his armor several times more than he had already been in the battle, at least doubling his blood-loss.
At the end of this little tirade, Galefore’s face was bloodied and his armor was now scuffed, dented, and sliced open in several places. He was still feeling the armor plate in his spine, and also feeling the sting of a fresh wound opened by a clear slice through his shoulder-plate. Yuki was no more injured than she had been when Galefore began his assault.
Obviously, Galefore was trumped in terms of pure weapon-skill… But what else was there other than bland electricity? Despite the obvious need to win, you might as well make it interesting, right? Maybe a variation on a old classic? Or a new attack altogether? Either way, Galefore was far too cocky at this moment. Yuki had obvious tricks up her sleeve. She would not let Galefore win this easily.
Galefore wasn’t going to let her win or gain any leeway either. He didn’t want to do the dishonor or magnetic manipulation on her weapon, but…
He concentrated on the sword. His face was an awkward, eyebrow-raising mix of eagerness and thought, and his hands were flexing, his fingers popping, as he tried to pull the weapon away.
Before he knew it, he was on the cold, blood-red ground again.
“That damn side-effect again? AGAIN? ARGH!” Galefore was now completely at a loss. He was so “drunk” from his exertion earlier that he was unable to prepare for a magnetic manipulation. This could be trouble.
Yuki could now quite easily take advantage of Galefore’s state. He was wobbly, unprepared, and quite simply not ready to battle any longer. Still, he had to defend himself. He had an old tactic of putting up an electromagnetic shield, but it would be so weak that her blade would only suffer a short period of dense air before reaching him. Still, it was a good way to stall her imminent attack, and it required little concentration, so he called it up anyway. The faintly glowing, yellow and blue orb flickered occasionally, and Galefore was more ashamed than he was protected…
Either way, he had a job to do.
His weapons floated in front of his face, and his head swelled as he tried to keep them afloat. He imagined that Yuki knew something was amiss. She would take advantage.
The red snow continued to fall of the monolith-island. It would mix with further blood-shed, certainly.
Idiot woman! Had her mind even stooped so low as to think of the simplest possibilities, her demon-possessed movements wouldn’t have been so critically rash! As if a rift in time had opened and Yuki had been left out, Galefore almost disappeared from underneath Yuki’s attack. He had manipulated the snow itself, super-charging its moisture and climbing it via his hovering abilities, and found himself above even the mid-jump demon-lady. Her half-naked form rose further with another stride, a wild blow scraping Galefore’s boot and flinging sparks into the falling snow. They were the same color, and they did not disturb this unnatural blasphemy to nature.
“Yar Favis E BARG!” shouted Galefore, which roughly said “You are a BEAST!”, and then he rambled on about her desecration of this island’s beauty and the idiocy of bloody snow, for Galefore knew not the Japanese folklore and cared not. This was a travesty to him. He would show her the far more sophisticated nature of crimson lightning.
Galefore held his empowered position in the air, shining sparks and bolts flashing between the ground and the studs on his knuckles. Those would certainly do damage, or maybe he would unleash Ethusihn… No, not wise. The wisest choice was the scientific way, and he remembered his own habit ruined by neurons in his brain…
Neurons… They control movement, and are driven by electric jolts…
Eureka. Galefore felt incredibly accomplished, his toothy grin spreading to the point of an insane man’s malicious smile. He almost broke out laughing, but the sight of this half-naked, burned, pathetic woman was so pathetic that pity took over.
But, before he could call off his attack and let her “go free” (Galefore is a cocky bastard, even if his mainstream cockiness is a mirage), she leapt into his face and damn-near cut his head off. Again. Pulling back desperately, Galefore tumbled into the ground, now covered in mud and feeling as if his brain were soon to leak from his ears in fury. He was no longer willing to let this demon go. He would kill her.
Standing without a moment’s hesitance, Galefore flung his hand into the air, once again electrocuting the ‘willing’ Yuki. She stood there, expecting the flow to end, but she was soon wronged and surprised as she continuously felt searing energy come and go throughout her body. Mostly, she felt it in her head, and she began to froth at the mouth. Whilst this was happening, Galefore stood prepared and transmitted his own movements into Yuki’s, lifting a weaponless arm and jabbing it into his busy other arm. Yuki repeated this.
Except, Yuki was holding a sword in her hand. There was no sound more pleasantly horrifying than the sound that blade made as it tore into her arm. Again. And again. And again. Until Galefore ceased to be amused and let her hold it there.
Yuki was released, flying backwards with a sword still impaling her right arm. She landed with a loud squishing sound in the snow, underneath which there was a mud-puddle that she had already fallen into, mind you, her blade’s hilt smashing into a harder patch of earth, likely of stone. The hilt came all of the way through her arm, blood squirting into the air as her now defunct appendage convulsed. As much as she wanted to believe she was immune to Galefore’s abilities, she was still completely victimized by her brain. With her left arm, she wiped the foam from her mouth, and it mixed with the red flakes of frozen blood on the ground.
Galefore fell backwards, exhausted from over-exertion. It was beyond him as to exactly why it was exhausting to perform that move. Either way, it was, and Galefore felt the after-effects in full force, his vision momentarily blurring and his body becoming considerably more unstable and wobbly. For now, however, he would have to hide this hangover-like condition. But that headache... For now, his pain would have to be ignored. The warrior-mage tried to imagine what Yuki felt like at this moment. Standing up and staring at the severely injured woman, his mind wandering back to her appearance when she first arrived, he spat on the ground.
That was a waste of a good-looking lady and a fine warrior, and…
But, she wasn’t dead or willing to give up. She stood once again, her radius bone sticking out and in plain view, her ulna still in place but awkwardly lacking it‘s mutilated partner, and held her bloodied sword in her left hand.
Persistent fool. She could never possibly bring it into her mind how much pain she would be in if she continued…
But, that was what she seemed to want. No point in disagreeing, really. Galefore charged her, without the bells and whistles and lightning and thunder and chaos and hubbub. He brought with him only his skill with his weapons.
Swinging his spear in at least five consecutive thrusts, and then following up with a finely played sword-combination, Galefore wasn’t surprised as he was dodged and parried underhandedly. He was, in fact, actually more surprised by the unbridled flurry of left-handed attacks that followed his own assault, and he was cut and hit in his armor several times more than he had already been in the battle, at least doubling his blood-loss.
At the end of this little tirade, Galefore’s face was bloodied and his armor was now scuffed, dented, and sliced open in several places. He was still feeling the armor plate in his spine, and also feeling the sting of a fresh wound opened by a clear slice through his shoulder-plate. Yuki was no more injured than she had been when Galefore began his assault.
Obviously, Galefore was trumped in terms of pure weapon-skill… But what else was there other than bland electricity? Despite the obvious need to win, you might as well make it interesting, right? Maybe a variation on a old classic? Or a new attack altogether? Either way, Galefore was far too cocky at this moment. Yuki had obvious tricks up her sleeve. She would not let Galefore win this easily.
Galefore wasn’t going to let her win or gain any leeway either. He didn’t want to do the dishonor or magnetic manipulation on her weapon, but…
He concentrated on the sword. His face was an awkward, eyebrow-raising mix of eagerness and thought, and his hands were flexing, his fingers popping, as he tried to pull the weapon away.
Before he knew it, he was on the cold, blood-red ground again.
“That damn side-effect again? AGAIN? ARGH!” Galefore was now completely at a loss. He was so “drunk” from his exertion earlier that he was unable to prepare for a magnetic manipulation. This could be trouble.
Yuki could now quite easily take advantage of Galefore’s state. He was wobbly, unprepared, and quite simply not ready to battle any longer. Still, he had to defend himself. He had an old tactic of putting up an electromagnetic shield, but it would be so weak that her blade would only suffer a short period of dense air before reaching him. Still, it was a good way to stall her imminent attack, and it required little concentration, so he called it up anyway. The faintly glowing, yellow and blue orb flickered occasionally, and Galefore was more ashamed than he was protected…
Either way, he had a job to do.
His weapons floated in front of his face, and his head swelled as he tried to keep them afloat. He imagined that Yuki knew something was amiss. She would take advantage.
The red snow continued to fall of the monolith-island. It would mix with further blood-shed, certainly.
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OoC: Sorry it took so long, had a paper to write on Shakespeare's Richard III and had to study for a Chinese test, didn't have time to write out a big long post.
Yuki, to put it as simply as possible, was exhausted. Even if she were to survive, her body was so mutilated it would take months - no, years - for her to ever look semi-normal again. Even then, there would be permanant damage. She had not been prepared for her enemy's magic - something she had never come against in her entire life - and her swordplay was the only advantage she seemed to have over Galefore, and the only root her confidence had to grow from.
But that confidence was enough to keep her moving. Her brain was so tired that it did not seem strange at all that Galefore's weapons were floating in front of him, midair. He almost looked like he could fall over... but she couldn't be too sure of weather or not it was just her overtired brain making his legs seem wobbly.
She shook her head, hoping her scattered brain would somehow manage to mush itself back into shape. She took a deep breath and pointed her katana forward, preparing once again to dive head first into the violent forays that had gotten her into this dire state. Slowly, she exhaled, with her breath exiting into the cold air looking like a cloud of smoke, calmly rising. Once again, she charged forward.
Every movement she made felt like a drunken one. She had to concentrate like meditation just to keep moving toward Galefore. That "must-kill" mindstate was the only thing that kept her moving. No time to ponder why she was battling this man in the first place or what he had done before hand; any slip into rationality could prove to be fatal.
With all her might, she swung her sword at her opponent, seemingly throwing her whole body into the lethargic-yet-powerful attack. The fact that she was barely able to move her severely broken arm made the swing very awkward. Galefore, who had been waiting for nearly half-a-minute for her who attack, was as prepared as ever to block. Switching her energy to his other side, which was smarter idea when she hadn't already drained most of it, was like hell. She noticed she was moving much slower than she had been moving earlier. She was even grunting while she was attacking, while she usually remained dead silent.
Yuki put all the weight of her small body into the second swing. It managed to pick up the speed of one of her earlier swings by the time it crashed into Galefore's spear - so much speed, in act, that it knocked over not only him, who was hit hard in the chest with the spear that had been floating in front ot him, but herself, also.
She landed flat on her stomach, thankfully not landing on her katana at all, though her parasol was jabbing into her stomach. Yuki took a small bite out of the snow, which despite its bright red color was still nothing more than frozen water. It tasted so refreshing, and restored a bit of the energy she desperately needed. Noticing that Galefore had momentarily took her eyes off her actions, she clenched a small clump of the bright red snow as she and her opponent stood themselves up, rolling it into a ball.
A split second later, as soon Galefore's eyes returned to watching her movements, they were met with a snowball to the eye. Now's my chance, Yuki thought to herself, charging at him, aiming her katana directly at his Adam's apple.
But upon reaching Galefore, the sword did not cut into his throat as she had planned. The sword instead cut into his mouth from underneath the jaw. What had caused her to throw her sword upward like this?
Yuki looked down. Galefore's own sword had managed to find its way into her abdomen, just barely missing the stomach and intestines on it's journey halfway into her body. She retracted her sword and stumbled backwards, bleeding profusely.
Her eyes searched the ground frantically for the kimono she had shed minutes earlier, which was now likely covered in snow. By the time she saw it poking out from under a pile, her thin undershirt was already completely soaked in blood. She limpingly ran to it and tore a long enough strip of cloth to wrap around her waist to stop the bleeding. But as she tied it to herself, Galefore had enough time to approach her from behind and knock her down face flat onto the ground with the blunt end of his spear shaft. Her katana flew from her hand.
Yuki rolled from her stomach onto her back. He looked almost ten feet tall from the ground as he pointed his sword down at her. She struggled to stand up as her opponent was about to finish her off. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that her parasol, which she had dropped to fling the snow into his eyes. At the last second possible, she grabbed it and opened it, blocking Galefore's downward thrust that would have killed her.
She stood up as she closed her parasol, swinging it with her left arm to block attacks from a seemingly rejuvinated Galefore. Perhaps her attack toward his jaw gave him a rush of adrenaline, as the giant gash in the stomach had given to her. Her severely injured right arm kept clumsily searching the ground for her katana.
Yuki, to put it as simply as possible, was exhausted. Even if she were to survive, her body was so mutilated it would take months - no, years - for her to ever look semi-normal again. Even then, there would be permanant damage. She had not been prepared for her enemy's magic - something she had never come against in her entire life - and her swordplay was the only advantage she seemed to have over Galefore, and the only root her confidence had to grow from.
But that confidence was enough to keep her moving. Her brain was so tired that it did not seem strange at all that Galefore's weapons were floating in front of him, midair. He almost looked like he could fall over... but she couldn't be too sure of weather or not it was just her overtired brain making his legs seem wobbly.
She shook her head, hoping her scattered brain would somehow manage to mush itself back into shape. She took a deep breath and pointed her katana forward, preparing once again to dive head first into the violent forays that had gotten her into this dire state. Slowly, she exhaled, with her breath exiting into the cold air looking like a cloud of smoke, calmly rising. Once again, she charged forward.
Every movement she made felt like a drunken one. She had to concentrate like meditation just to keep moving toward Galefore. That "must-kill" mindstate was the only thing that kept her moving. No time to ponder why she was battling this man in the first place or what he had done before hand; any slip into rationality could prove to be fatal.
With all her might, she swung her sword at her opponent, seemingly throwing her whole body into the lethargic-yet-powerful attack. The fact that she was barely able to move her severely broken arm made the swing very awkward. Galefore, who had been waiting for nearly half-a-minute for her who attack, was as prepared as ever to block. Switching her energy to his other side, which was smarter idea when she hadn't already drained most of it, was like hell. She noticed she was moving much slower than she had been moving earlier. She was even grunting while she was attacking, while she usually remained dead silent.
Yuki put all the weight of her small body into the second swing. It managed to pick up the speed of one of her earlier swings by the time it crashed into Galefore's spear - so much speed, in act, that it knocked over not only him, who was hit hard in the chest with the spear that had been floating in front ot him, but herself, also.
She landed flat on her stomach, thankfully not landing on her katana at all, though her parasol was jabbing into her stomach. Yuki took a small bite out of the snow, which despite its bright red color was still nothing more than frozen water. It tasted so refreshing, and restored a bit of the energy she desperately needed. Noticing that Galefore had momentarily took her eyes off her actions, she clenched a small clump of the bright red snow as she and her opponent stood themselves up, rolling it into a ball.
A split second later, as soon Galefore's eyes returned to watching her movements, they were met with a snowball to the eye. Now's my chance, Yuki thought to herself, charging at him, aiming her katana directly at his Adam's apple.
But upon reaching Galefore, the sword did not cut into his throat as she had planned. The sword instead cut into his mouth from underneath the jaw. What had caused her to throw her sword upward like this?
Yuki looked down. Galefore's own sword had managed to find its way into her abdomen, just barely missing the stomach and intestines on it's journey halfway into her body. She retracted her sword and stumbled backwards, bleeding profusely.
Her eyes searched the ground frantically for the kimono she had shed minutes earlier, which was now likely covered in snow. By the time she saw it poking out from under a pile, her thin undershirt was already completely soaked in blood. She limpingly ran to it and tore a long enough strip of cloth to wrap around her waist to stop the bleeding. But as she tied it to herself, Galefore had enough time to approach her from behind and knock her down face flat onto the ground with the blunt end of his spear shaft. Her katana flew from her hand.
Yuki rolled from her stomach onto her back. He looked almost ten feet tall from the ground as he pointed his sword down at her. She struggled to stand up as her opponent was about to finish her off. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that her parasol, which she had dropped to fling the snow into his eyes. At the last second possible, she grabbed it and opened it, blocking Galefore's downward thrust that would have killed her.
She stood up as she closed her parasol, swinging it with her left arm to block attacks from a seemingly rejuvinated Galefore. Perhaps her attack toward his jaw gave him a rush of adrenaline, as the giant gash in the stomach had given to her. Her severely injured right arm kept clumsily searching the ground for her katana.
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We're even. Three posts each. Funny; I could have sworn there were more. Inasmuch, our overall page length is close to similar as well:
Gale:
1st post: 1 1/2 pages
2nd post: 2 1/4 pages
3rd post: 2 1/3 pages
Malik:
1st post: 2 1/2 pages
2nd post: 2 1/4 pages
3rd post: roughly a page and a fourth.
Pretty close. I'm happy. I will go ahead and call time early.
TIME.
Gale:
1st post: 1 1/2 pages
2nd post: 2 1/4 pages
3rd post: 2 1/3 pages
Malik:
1st post: 2 1/2 pages
2nd post: 2 1/4 pages
3rd post: roughly a page and a fourth.
Pretty close. I'm happy. I will go ahead and call time early.
TIME.
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GO GO TAZY RANGER!
*Show Tazy in a cardboard cutout of a Power Ranger costume*
....sorry
Galefore Vs. Malik!!!!!!
Galefore: You excited me to no end....You showed how Galefore acts, talks, and even a.....a.....the crying maiden thing....but your fighting is what was best. You showed your stuff and even showed a bit of weakness in your character, so I'll give you
Score: 10!
Malik: You didn't slack off either Malik, I must say, your character did alot of damage for only having a parasol and a katana. That being said....I've never seen or heard of Lady Snowblood from anyone but you, so I don't understand the Red Snow or the Storyline that much, but still I liked your character, and I may want to fight her...hehehe
Score:9
You guys should fight a whole battle sometime!
Next:..... The Ten Towers
*Show Tazy in a cardboard cutout of a Power Ranger costume*
....sorry
Galefore Vs. Malik!!!!!!
Galefore: You excited me to no end....You showed how Galefore acts, talks, and even a.....a.....the crying maiden thing....but your fighting is what was best. You showed your stuff and even showed a bit of weakness in your character, so I'll give you
Score: 10!
Malik: You didn't slack off either Malik, I must say, your character did alot of damage for only having a parasol and a katana. That being said....I've never seen or heard of Lady Snowblood from anyone but you, so I don't understand the Red Snow or the Storyline that much, but still I liked your character, and I may want to fight her...hehehe
Score:9
You guys should fight a whole battle sometime!
Next:..... The Ten Towers
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