Errant gusts of wind traveled through the night air, its soft, melodious tone giving off a distinct aura to those that paid the utmost attention to detail. Beginning in an aimless trajectory, the breath of the Gods was interrupted by a deliberate presence, what once was a soft breeze turning to a maelstrom of element and will. In the middle of a sea of onyx was a floating accumulation of earth and stone, illuminated by the burning life of the stars to give off a radiance unparalleled by anything civilization below could attempt. In the epicenter of this soaring island stood the reason for the winds disturbance, a figure undaunted by the incongruity of such a creation. Upon the realization that he would no longer be alone for much longer, the figure closed the seemingly lifeless eyes that gazed out into the dark abyss of the night sky, inducing a quietus around him through the focus of the maelstrom he had created , using the extension of his being to ready himself for what was to come.
"He is coming."
Encircled by stone and earth, his six-foot, one hundred and eighty five pound frame seemed dwarfed by comparison. It was a magnificient sight to behold, but the idea of good combat intruiged the warrior far more than any visual could contend with. The solitude he had sought after was about to be interrupted by the emergence of his challenger, a gift in disguise for the nameless warrior. Perhaps the anticipation would be greater than the actual event, but perhaps he would be surprised.
"He is fearful."
Or perhaps he should be. With both arms bent at the elbow to allow his hands to face directly in front of him, he clenched both in a quick manner to further focus the energy that raged within him, allowing it to manifest further in the swirling winds around him. Dressed in accordance with his surroundings, the onyx gi in which he typically adorned rested firmly against his body, his own energy confining it to him without surcease. Once this battle began, once his opponent arrived, he would finally be at peace. For this nameless warrior, war was indeed his peace. Anticipation. He was indeed coming.
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Nonpareil vs Master
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Re: Nonpareil vs Master ( )
by Remæus on Wed Apr 29, 2009 11:24 am
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midst the swirling waves of the atmosphere, dispersed betwixt the harmonic ripples of the sudden disruption of calm, hung a series of nondescript leylines of power. Fluttering in parallax with the flowing current, they expertly danced with the mirrored movements of this providential setting—creating an orchestrated spectacle that remained unseen and unhampered by the subdivine. Respectively giving and taking, the dancers waltzed one, two, and three as the beat repeated itself in its own chaotically predictable rhythm. The scene was exemplary; the celestial illumination drizzled down from above, the natural symphony's cadence permeated the arena, and the two participants hovered poised for an historic engagement.“It is time.”
Deep resounding beats of percussion brought the crescendo to an apex, bringing forward the filaments and their harmonics through the veritable storm of Nonpareil's arrival. What was at first a web of dancing strings roared into a matrix of roaring streams, throbbing in response to every subtle change presented by the conglomerate of the scenario, opponent, and environment. A thin black mist discretely materialized directly opposite of the first visitor to the battleground, queuing itself in direct response to the zealous movements of the very same. The signal was certain, steadfast, and sure; the battle was to begin promptly.
“Again?” she whispered.
As the dramatic entrance receded, a second presence resided in its wake. The condensate had silently shaped itself a weathered figure, chiseled and clearly worn by the ages, amid the raucous cacophony that had so brashly manifested itself. Vibrant rubicund eyes caught what light trickled down the figure's hewn countenance, while the accentuated tide of crimson adorning his head drifted softly with the swaying zephyr about him. The man stood only slightly taller than his opposition, but the rippling musculature that supported this height was definitively superior. His closely-set stance held the ground afoot firmly beneath him, while his longer arms hung by his sides—completely motionless and deceptively nonthreatening.
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Re: Nonpareil vs Master ( )
by Nonpareil on Wed Apr 29, 2009 12:38 pm
Confined within his swirling blue oculars was the juxtaposition of the two warriors who would partake in this battle. Master's physical gifts preceded his own to the common eye, perhaps even to the trained. Although he could scrutinize his opponent for much longer, what was so discernable on the surface was more than enough for him to cease his gaze through the very core of this warrior. As the radiant hue of the stars breathed down upon the surface of their floating battleground, the alignment of these pulsing orbs of life became more evident, more prudent, as if one did not understand their purpose before but suddenly was enlightented to their brilliance.
Beneath the maelstrom that was his figure, pieces of earth discarded from their original positions to gravitate towards the vortex of his energy, a signal of its strength growing with every passing second. As if the mere presence of his energy wasn't enough, although he was sure that his foe could detect it, an iridescent hue that grew even more scintillating by the second arose from his sillouhette to blanket the area before him like a Euclidean puzzle.
"You've come so far.."
Amidst the shear brilliance of his creation, his right foot arched forward as if to indicate forward movement, the iridiscent light giving off a geminated look to such simplistic actions. Just as his movement indicated, the nameless figure shot off the ground in a flash to move rather hastily towards his opponent, his feet not once touching the earth after his push off. Blazing through the night air, his brilliant hue outshining its darker parallel, he closed the distance to his foe with his blinding aura preceding him. In his long history of battle, this would be his allegory.
Beneath the maelstrom that was his figure, pieces of earth discarded from their original positions to gravitate towards the vortex of his energy, a signal of its strength growing with every passing second. As if the mere presence of his energy wasn't enough, although he was sure that his foe could detect it, an iridescent hue that grew even more scintillating by the second arose from his sillouhette to blanket the area before him like a Euclidean puzzle.
"You've come so far.."
Amidst the shear brilliance of his creation, his right foot arched forward as if to indicate forward movement, the iridiscent light giving off a geminated look to such simplistic actions. Just as his movement indicated, the nameless figure shot off the ground in a flash to move rather hastily towards his opponent, his feet not once touching the earth after his push off. Blazing through the night air, his brilliant hue outshining its darker parallel, he closed the distance to his foe with his blinding aura preceding him. In his long history of battle, this would be his allegory.
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Re: Nonpareil vs Master ( )
by Remæus on Thu Apr 30, 2009 9:50 am
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efore him was a man confined to the same song and dance as countless opponents prior; the rhetoric of his movements, their haunting adjectives, and piercing gaze all came together in a familiar pattern of memorized routines with their textbook steps and spins. The amusing scherzo frolicked daintily along its paces while the pattern of action again replayed itself, taking shape as a psychedelic carousel that filled the air with its toxic repetition. It was adequate entertainment for him, as it was the very same one, two, and three beats that had been the heartbeat of his life for his entire career—this was what he lived for.“Indeed,” he replied to her.
His stature remained monumental, etched into the vinyl of this spinning record. This immobility belied the threat that Nonpareil had run straight into and imposed a distinguished air of inevitability amidst the very same confluence of earthen projectiles that he had so carefully constructed in preparation for his onslaught. The punctuality of the movement in relation to the marching pace of the engagement was very clear, but it did not yet warrant the movement of the receiver. Instead, his movement would be timed at an instant yet to come, one which was far more ripe for both his justification and intent.
In lieu of his movement shone the response from the tightly woven gyre of streams as they had grown with mathematic precison in opposition to the novelty before him, pushing against the energy with Newtonian equality. It pulsed and inaudibly hummed along with the tune to augment the polyphony of conducted movements exactly as they were directed, which was to abrogate the intent of the otherwise inanimate classes of actors in their rendition of participation. The admittedly Euclidean geometry was now a baseless polygon that had no means of immediate redirection, and Master did absolutely nothing in response to its approach—he bided his time and enjoyed the demonstration before him.
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Re: Nonpareil vs Master ( )
by Nonpareil on Thu Apr 30, 2009 11:36 am
As the iridescent hue shot across the ground, a level of resistence was expected but never realized, an oddity that didn't quite convey the actions he was looking for. What was presented to him was simply a figure of circumstance, a warrior that clearly found himself at the advantage despite his real lack of defense. At the apex of his travel rested the target in which he had eyed from the commencement of this bout, his movements planned carefully in lieu of such a relaxed opposition.
"Time has stopped."
His figure slanted towards his opponent, his right arm began its forward movement, the hand in which he planned to finish the attack with remaining open until the point of impact. His dark oculars surveyed the figure, his spot already picked, the points of his fingers already loosely pointing towards the very thing that kept this man alive; his heart. Although he assumed he'd be met with opposition, the speed in which he travelled across the ground coupled with his own careful planning made the heart an easy target, one in which he'd have sufficient force to end this warrior's life in a flash of uncertainty.
"As will his heart."
At the zenith point of his attack, the iridescent hue exploded in a fury as it was intensified, blanketing the immediate area around it with a blinding flash that would guise his attack until it was too late. Perhaps this was his opponent's wish, a quick death that would end his pain. Or perhaps this cunning warrior was full of surprises and he was walking directly into a trap. Only time would tell, but fortunately for him, it was on his side.
"Time has stopped."
His figure slanted towards his opponent, his right arm began its forward movement, the hand in which he planned to finish the attack with remaining open until the point of impact. His dark oculars surveyed the figure, his spot already picked, the points of his fingers already loosely pointing towards the very thing that kept this man alive; his heart. Although he assumed he'd be met with opposition, the speed in which he travelled across the ground coupled with his own careful planning made the heart an easy target, one in which he'd have sufficient force to end this warrior's life in a flash of uncertainty.
"As will his heart."
At the zenith point of his attack, the iridescent hue exploded in a fury as it was intensified, blanketing the immediate area around it with a blinding flash that would guise his attack until it was too late. Perhaps this was his opponent's wish, a quick death that would end his pain. Or perhaps this cunning warrior was full of surprises and he was walking directly into a trap. Only time would tell, but fortunately for him, it was on his side.
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Re: Nonpareil vs Master ( )
by Remæus on Thu Apr 30, 2009 2:07 pm
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areful observation and lengthened sessions of practice had taught most fighters that strikes had no power without some sort of foundation, and it was exactly that foundation that Nonpareil had neglected. Such a heaving strike thrown from a moving dash was always thrown on a predictable vector, and regardless of the ease of which such an attack was foretold—Master had been explicitly careful in his sequence of motions. He had held his bow in anticipation for this exact moment, and had waited delicately for the precise moment at which he would choose to draw it across his instrument as the skilled musician he was. He intended to come in precisely on the final pulse of the one, two, three count of this continuing waltz, and here… here was his moment.As the horizon of Nonpareil's eminent attack arrived, Master's own right foot snapped across the ground at a radian of his squared stance in predetermined response to his foe's approach. This was a natural step in his expert entrée to this delicate ballet which had been so carefully syncopated to counter the attack, as his torso was already in motion to besmirch the oncoming strike. This motion was towards what would soon be the new center of his stance, moving and turning his body the short distance required to derail any real damage intended by the strike and causing it to pass entirely to his left. It was what appeared to be an elementary defense to such an overly-invested attack, but the very short distance required a mere fraction of the effort, warranting a strong advantage in consequence to the sheer speed at which it lent itself.
“Precisely as intended.”
Master's lowered hands served their purpose as well; closer to his hips and angled perfectly to intercept Nonpareil's left elbow, which his right hand did by scooping in and preemptively seizing this crucial control point. His opponent's right arm was outstretched in the strike, which left the vulnerable flesh of the arm and all its pressure points exposed for the taking—which Master passed up. His left hand instead took the opportunity presented by the extended arm to lift his own to the inside of Nonpareil's, using his forearm to secure his dominance in any struggle his opponent would provide. What was left of Master's work was as easy as the fluttering of the breeze around him, and it was this same breeze that brought closure to this three beat waltz: the pulse of this energy gave him the burst of speed and fortitude of attack to send his left knee careening into Nonpareil's undefendable midsection, a deadly strike planted firmly into his liver.
OOC: Good game.
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Re: Nonpareil vs Master ( )
by Nonpareil on Thu Apr 30, 2009 2:50 pm
Predictability. The sudden actions in which his opponent made were expertly timed, more than adequete to make a counter for his offensive, and actually quite impressive. Had it actually landed, the pain would be unimaginable and the fight, and perhaps his life, would be over. Having relied soley on his eyes alone, the opponent had forgotten to use his instincts to determine what was happening around him and that lesson was going to prove all too costly.
"Fight with your feelings, not your eyes."
As the iridescent hue passed by Master, the strike would not make contact, but the blinding flash had obviously impaired the fighter's judgment as Master's right hand reached across the length of the figure before him to grasp at what he believed to be the attacking arm. In what must have been a complete shock given the confidence in which he moved, the right hand grasped, but it simply grasped at nothing at all.
As the flash from the energy relinquished itself, what was evident was that by Master's eyes, he was getting attacked by and countering an attack he believed to be real. During what would indeed be a shock to Master as his perfectly-timed plan did not come to fruition, the end in which he had planned for his opponent was being brought forth. Having planted his right foot inwards into the earth just a fraction of a second before Master's right hand had grasped the apparation, he brought forth his own right hand, having used the force of his energy to reciprocate, bringing it directly into the middle of the exposed ribcage on Master's right side. The force of such a blow on such an unprotected area would indeed do the damage he was looking for. Just as he intended, this was indeed his allegory.
OOC: Indeed.
"Fight with your feelings, not your eyes."
As the iridescent hue passed by Master, the strike would not make contact, but the blinding flash had obviously impaired the fighter's judgment as Master's right hand reached across the length of the figure before him to grasp at what he believed to be the attacking arm. In what must have been a complete shock given the confidence in which he moved, the right hand grasped, but it simply grasped at nothing at all.
As the flash from the energy relinquished itself, what was evident was that by Master's eyes, he was getting attacked by and countering an attack he believed to be real. During what would indeed be a shock to Master as his perfectly-timed plan did not come to fruition, the end in which he had planned for his opponent was being brought forth. Having planted his right foot inwards into the earth just a fraction of a second before Master's right hand had grasped the apparation, he brought forth his own right hand, having used the force of his energy to reciprocate, bringing it directly into the middle of the exposed ribcage on Master's right side. The force of such a blow on such an unprotected area would indeed do the damage he was looking for. Just as he intended, this was indeed his allegory.
OOC: Indeed.
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