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Open Challenge, Hope to start record.

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Kao on Wed Oct 03, 2007 10:34 am

The title is pretty self-explanatory. It takes place in an open field, with low cut grass. Some place in the outskirts of Okinawa. The rules are simple. 1. No weapons of any sort. 2. Ki/Chi usage or magical attacks are allowed if described well enough that the judges can comprehend the attacks easily. As far as judges go, I would like to ask if Master would do the honors since I am new here and I can imagine he has a unbiased opinion.

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Re: Open Challenge, Hope to start record.

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Lord Saladin on Wed Oct 03, 2007 10:43 am

Okay, let's do it.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Kao on Wed Oct 03, 2007 10:58 am

Ryu as he always was -eager. However ryu was a master at hiding any sort of emotion when it came to combat. Inside he was burning with anticipation. On the outside it was just the opposite. His relaxed expression matched the cool breeze that whistled across the field slightly wavering the low cut grass and giving life to his red headband which had seen more battles than he had himself. For a moment he had lost himself, taken back by a memory of when he had first aquired the symbol of friendship. Ryu stood on somewhat of a knole, arms crossed as something that resembled a smile took shape upon his face. Ready for the challenger that now began to take image.


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Battle. Another day, another battle. Such was the life of Saladin. Battle followed battle, that then led to another battle. A life he had lived from being a young man, a life he enjoyed.

Walking along the short grassed field, he was entirely calm on the inside, and that portrayed itself perfectly in his exterior appearance as well. His manner was calm, and yet confident. Much like a man who had seen countless battles, and won every single one. He was that man, of course. In the distance, atop a small hillock, the figure of his opponent was just coming into view. The man looked confident, given his body language. But then, any man would look confident stood on higher ground.

Garbed entirely in black, the silken attire of Saladin was traditional Mandarin in style, and fitted perfectly, offering some room for movement, but not so baggy as to be cumbersome. Hair of purest silver, smooth and straight, fell to his shoulders and dance elegantly as the approach was made. The heart of Saladin beat with a steady, relaxed pace, and it would not increase once during this battle.

Stopping some fifteen or so feet from the opponent, the tall, six foot seven inches tall figure of the silver haired man was entirely muscle. Sinew bulging from all parts of that agile body, belying the speed and agility that had been gained from many, many years of training in the Warrior Academy on his home planet of Kelante.

Not looking up at the foe, Saladin glanced around with luminous orbs of sapphire gazed around the surroundings. The day was a warm one, and pleasant with the gentle breeze. Speaking, his voice carried just the right volume for the opponent to hear; the control in his voice was as his control of his body. Perfect.

"You will attack me now."

Baritone vocals resounded with just as little emotion as he showed on his face, that would be none at all. Empty, calm, and hidden deep within that emptiness was a hint of the command of a man used to having his orders obeyed.

Stood entirely relaxed, legs shoulder's width apart, arms hanging at his side, Saladin waited for the opponent to start the attack that would inevitably come. His command had been given, and it would certainly be obeyed.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Kao on Wed Oct 03, 2007 4:06 pm

Lord Saladin wrote:Battle. Another day, another battle. Such was the life of Saladin. Battle followed battle, that then led to another battle. A life he had lived from being a young man, a life he enjoyed.

Walking along the short grassed field, he was entirely calm on the inside, and that portrayed itself perfectly in his exterior appearance as well. His manner was calm, and yet confident. Much like a man who had seen countless battles, and won every single one. He was that man, of course. In the distance, atop a small hillock, the figure of his opponent was just coming into view. The man looked confident, given his body language. But then, any man would look confident stood on higher ground.

Garbed entirely in black, the silken attire of Saladin was traditional Mandarin in style, and fitted perfectly, offering some room for movement, but not so baggy as to be cumbersome. Hair of purest silver, smooth and straight, fell to his shoulders and dance elegantly as the approach was made. The heart of Saladin beat with a steady, relaxed pace, and it would not increase once during this battle.

Stopping some fifteen or so feet from the opponent, the tall, six foot seven inches tall figure of the silver haired man was entirely muscle. Sinew bulging from all parts of that agile body, belying the speed and agility that had been gained from many, many years of training in the Warrior Academy on his home planet of Kelante.

Not looking up at the foe, Saladin glanced around with luminous orbs of sapphire gazed around the surroundings. The day was a warm one, and pleasant with the gentle breeze. Speaking, his voice carried just the right volume for the opponent to hear; the control in his voice was as his control of his body. Perfect.

"You will attack me now."

Baritone vocals resounded with just as little emotion as he showed on his face, that would be none at all. Empty, calm, and hidden deep within that emptiness was a hint of the command of a man used to having his orders obeyed.

Stood entirely relaxed, legs shoulder's width apart, arms hanging at his side, Saladin waited for the opponent to start the attack that would inevitably come. His command had been given, and it would certainly be obeyed.



Ryu was no stranger to fighting bigger opponents. He had often been the underdog in many battles, and had grown used to the atmosphere. He also rather enjoyed having the odds against him. He knew the reach advantage would be a problem. However his speed, and power were very rarely rivaled.

He was an experienced fighter who enjoyed the philosophy of a good defense is an outstanding offence. So once the silver haired being was as close as it seemed he was going to be, ryu began to shift into a readied stance, the voice of the being was like that of a gun being fired at swim competition, before it even fully opened it's mouth -ryu dashed forward at a blitzing speed coming a second away from the being with his left hand drawn back maybe 3 inches from his cheek.

In moments like these it was hard to make good conscious decisions, and often times the one who was able to think quicker was the victor. In the back of his mind he knew that surprising someone could put them off from their game plan or soundly out of their comfort zone.

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With his immovable calm, the silver haired warrior watched as the opponent rushed towards him. No hint of surprise, no element of shock causing even the most insignificant ripple in that calm composure. Both inside and out, calm remained perfectly.

As was always the case, the opponent rushed directly for Saladin with a frontal approach, always the same. This fighter would obviously offer nothing of note in terms of his tactics; but then Saladin did not expect it to be so, nor had he for a very long time.

Simply standing perfectly still, he raised his hands slightly, reading the movements of the opponent well, and placing a firm knowledgeable estimate of the opponent's upcoming attack. Remaining still, he awaited the opponent to reach him. Fully aware that his body would move almost without his conscious self being aware at the correct moment. Such was the result of his trainings. He would wait patiently. Silently. With perfect calm surrounding him.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Kao on Mon Oct 08, 2007 8:52 pm

Lord Saladin wrote:With his immovable calm, the silver haired warrior watched as the opponent rushed towards him. No hint of surprise, no element of shock causing even the most insignificant ripple in that calm composure. Both inside and out, calm remained perfectly.

As was always the case, the opponent rushed directly for Saladin with a frontal approach, always the same. This fighter would obviously offer nothing of note in terms of his tactics; but then Saladin did not expect it to be so, nor had he for a very long time.

Simply standing perfectly still, he raised his hands slightly, reading the movements of the opponent well, and placing a firm knowledgeable estimate of the opponent's upcoming attack. Remaining still, he awaited the opponent to reach him. Fully aware that his body would move almost without his conscious self being aware at the correct moment. Such was the result of his trainings. He would wait patiently. Silently. With perfect calm surrounding him.


Ryu was a very instinctive fighter, and sometimes his theory of constant pressure in order to interrupt the stringing together of his opponents offense worked in a counter-productive fashion. However 'gutsy' should never be confused with stupidity and ryu wasn’t about to lead in blindly with a full fledged strike, His right hand sprung past his mid section right to his center line, aiming passionately for his opponents forearm, in a slapping manner known in the gung fu world as a trap, At the moment ryu's hand should meet the opponents arm it would produce enough force, that it would push the opponents arm infront of the other at about shoulder height attempting to immobilize him, and his left fist was aimed at the opponents face, directly to the chin where knockouts were born. All of this happened fractionally at the same time. Training was meant for moments of attack like these. Trap & strike at once, as power was propelled from the rear right leg up into the hips which were thrust/snapped forward throwing all of his power and momentum into the blow. But that’s what all his training in japan was for: That kind of timing, distance, & speed. If all went well Ryu would have caused much damage in the first(always crucial) strike. The force would have launched the jawbone back and sending waves throughout the head and back to the cerebellum causing an internal reaction that essential causes blackout, or at the minimal stunning effects. And in combat THAT real, even a second of non-reaction could be your undoing..

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Re: Open Challenge, Hope to start record.

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Kao on Wed Oct 17, 2007 8:25 pm

I dont mean to be impatient, but it's been well over a week since you've posted.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Lord Saladin on Fri Oct 19, 2007 2:56 am

Apologies about the lack of reply. I have been somewhat busy with real life stuffz. Expect a reply later on today. (After 1800GMT)

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The opponent continued his swift approach. So it would be, a simple attack, obvious to Saladin, yet again, another fighter with no idea of tactics. It was a fraction of a moment, yet Saladin was aware.

His constant observance of the opponent, watching every minute movement of muscle, every shifting of weight with each step. All collated, all stood to give away the opponent's designs. Many years on the battlefield had taught him to notice such things; and notice he did, with an accuracy unmatched by any fighter he had yet to meet.

So it was, with hands only half raised, the opponent began to move his right hand, not to touch that of Saladin's left. For, the silver haired warrior, with a grace and speed that he was renowned for, moved swiftly to his right. The right hand of the opponent would slap against nothing but air, and the left fist of the foe would speed past the left cheek of Saladin, the wind caused by such a powerful strike moving silver strands slightly.

With such a forceful blow, the punch aimed for Saladin's chin, the opponent had foolishly left exposed his ribs. The foe had obviously aimed for a quick victory against the legendary fighter, his hips twisted showing that he had placed a lot of power into the punch.

Saladin, never one to miss such openings would then thrust his own right fist towards the lower, floating ribs of the opponent, pivoting slightly on the balls of his feet, so as to now be facing the side of the enemy.

The punch was swift, and the power enormous. The heavily muscled arms of Saladin bringing enough power to break the fragile bones surrounding the opponent's lungs.

Should it strike, and given the situation and positioning of both fighters, it would, the broken rib may even puncture the lung of the other man.

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