Snippet #1214760

Akira stepped forth like an unstoppable Juggernaut. His face held disdain for Kado's recent and surprising victories. How could he have gotten so strong with out his noticing it? His shapely, finely crafted wooden sword as held down at his side already drawn. The tip angled towards the polished floorboards. His finely crafted arms flexed slightly as if anxious to destroy Kado.

Kado stepped up to the central part the arena, his heart thudding indefinitely hard against his rib cage as he took in the understanding that he would fight Akira for the first time. Drawing in deep swaths of air, he stepped up to his competitor and class mate and extended his hand to show his respect would be given either way.

Akira grinned, and took the hand. His fingers locked onto Kado's hand as he then drew his sword up at an angle. The wooden weapon collided with Kado's ribs with a resounding impact, hunching Kado's body forwards. Letting go of the hand, Akira immediately brought the weapon around, and up using the beveled edge of the weapon as he brought it down against Kados shoulder brutally, flattening the eager competitor. Kado lie on the ground in searing pain, breathing heavily as he watched Akira turn and walk away.

Kado writhed on the ground, but the passion burning in him to, just for once, be better made him unlock his hidden abilities. The blow had dislocated his right arm, but upon its now revealed shoulder, was "claw" marks in a manner that suggested it was emblazoned upon his skin. Genryu stood up immediately as if to call the match but stopped when he saw the markings more clearly. Kado drew his knees inwards, sitting upon them while his hand pressed solidly the the wooden surface of the arena.

Akira turned and noticed the disciple rising slowly. Turning swiftly, he moved with a cat's grace hastily across the arena. Raising his sword he went to strike to finish the match once and for all. Gripping his own wooden sword, Kado swept low and horizontally catching Akira's ankle. The bones were heard snapping and Akira's body along with his body, were swept aside as he fell to his left. Rising up quickly, the hands of a stranger, no longer Kado but the energy of a great behemoth gripped the face of Akira; arching its arm back as it snatched him up and slammed his head through the wooden floor boards.

Silence befell the school as both the instructors, students and accompanying guards stood in awe. Kado stood staring down at the hole heaving in breaths while his hand furled tightly causing his knuckles to protrude and his hand to bleed from his nails piercing his skin. A strange aura had taken shape over him, and everyone around him felt it like they would feel the typhoons and hurricanes and kamikazes.