Muninn vs. Nikon

[YONKOU SUZAKU]

("This shall be interesting, I hope this guy is no slacker!")

A young red-headed male had said as he entered into a large wasteland-like arena. There was nothing around but dirt, and the gentle breezes of wind that had blown it into the air. The red-heads scarlet hues had searched the arena, seeing the many fans who had watched all of this contestants bouts so far. Excited that he had made it so far, cheering wildly and praising him by chanting his name.

It felt good, but he had known to not let it get to him, for he wasn't there for that. The young male had worn a type of clothing he wasn't normally accustomed to, but he thought he'd try something new. His chest was bare, and he had worn no type of clothing or armor on it, and upon his waist, he had worn a pair of fitted shorts. With a brown fur cloth around his waist that covered the shorts.

Upon his feet, he had a large pair of chopper plated boots, and in his left hand, he had carried the mighty Hōōshikō, his kwan dao which he had newly acquired. He was ready to do battle, stepping into the center of the arena, with it being 100m x 100m in length. He waited eagerly for his opponent to arrive, the gentle wind ruffling his red-hair.

[YONKOU BYAKKO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; height:475px; background-color:#ffffbb; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -ms-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; padding-top:20px; border:2px solid #000000,bTable][style=width:422px; height:20px; background-color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:-32px; margin-left:-11px; margin-right:-11px; font-size:14px; font-family:vivaldi; color:#ffffbb; letter-spacing:5px; padding-left:5px]i was lost, i was lost -- ☆[/style][style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll278/ammiel0fosvarer/Gin/3-1.png); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px][/style][style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll278/ammiel0fosvarer/Gin/3-1.png); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px][/style] [style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll278/ammiel0fosvarer/Gin/3-1.png); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px][/style] [style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll278/ammiel0fosvarer/Gin/3-1.png); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -ms-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; margin-bottom:-2px][/style][style=width:270px; height:200px; float:right; font-family:vivaldi; font-size:20px; text-shadow:1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:-452px; margin-right:15px; letter-spacing:-3px]crossed lines i shouldn't have crossed.[/style][style=width:270px; height:350px; float:right; margin-right:10px; margin-top:-400px; border-top:2px solid #3b3b3b; border-bottom:2px solid #3b3b3b; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; text-align:justify; overflow:auto; color:#3b3b3b; padding-right:3px; padding-left:3px; padding-top:3px; padding-bottom:3px]If the roar of the crowd had been impressive for his opponent, then what met Nikon as he strode from his waiting room into the arena was a veritable flood of silence. Seriously, silence like this was downright impressive. Walking into the arena until he stood ten feet adjacent from his opponent, Nikon gave him a smile as he surveyed his surroundings and the man he'd be facing today. He had never actually gotten around to fighting in this wondrous place, but he knew it was his kind of place. Strength and skill were what paid your bills here, he could get used to that kind of mentality. And weren't the fans gonna be in for a treat today! Two Yonkou was something that was unheard of in the Arena. But hey, that's how it was. Pity there was no record button, because this wasn't something that you'd wanna miss. His simple clothing belied his lofty position amongst pirates. His loose three quarter length shorts gave him both comfort and flexibility in his movements, he'd had them tailor made for such a purpose. His boots were simply made, though they had a simple thin metal place placed along the sole of them in order to withstand blade strikes better, especially with the addition of the thick rubber sole already there. His usual grey hooded top had the sleeves rolled up and the hood down, showing off his bracer to the world, though none of those watching him knew its secrets. Perhaps they never would, but it was likely he'd need everything to combat an opponent such as the one facing him today. With a few simple words, he gestured to his opponent that he was ready to begin, sliding his right hand down to the hilt protruding from his left hand side and settling into a side-on stance. Ready for anything, more or less, he spoke. "Whenever yer ready there Suzaku-chan" His tone was confrontational, but to be honest, it was only because he could barely contain the excitement building within him. This was a moment to savour, and he had every intention of doing so. [/style][style=width:275px; height:38px; float:right; margin-top:-35px; margin-right:9px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; text-transform:lowercase; font-style:italic; color:#3b3b3b; margin-bottom:3px]notes: FIGHT! tags: uneri word count:356[/style][style=width:400px; height:5px; font-family:vivaldi; font-size:10px; text-align:right; margin-top:5px; float:right]template by MAVERICK of OTE!

[YONKOU SUZAKU]

("Let's rock!")

He had watched his opponent enter into the arena, it was no other than the Yonkou Nikon Faust, a most formidable opponent. The red-head had wanted to battle against all of the Yonkou, to test his strength. And he had no doubt in his mind that he would do no less than excellent. He had wanted to give him a good show, and with him stepping within ten feet of him, he was sort of like he mocked his skill, like even though he was that close, he had nothing to worry about. But, it was up to the red-head to make him regret the choice that he made, for looking down upon his skills.

To start off the fight with the Yonkou, using his Haste attribute, he quickly moved toward him a bit, then down to the ground, he held his body upon his right hand. While he attempted to sweep the Yonkou up off of his left foot with his right leg, moving fast with his leg appearing to be nothing more than a blur. He used his kwan dao in his left hand, twirling it around quickly within his grasp, making it like a spinning fast, so fast that it was also a blur, aiming it at his waist.

His right leg had moved in between his feet, and moving quickly behind his left foot to try to sweep him off of it, while his spinning, horizontal kwan dao, came directly at his waist. He was attempting to draw his attention to two places quickly. With him only being ten feet away, he performed his moves near instantly. If hit by the kwan dao, his waist would receive a deep cut for being so close, and if tripped, he'd be taken off of the ground, or stumble back. Both could prove to be fatal in their own ways.

[YONKOU BYAKKO]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, width:400px; height:475px; background-color:#ffffbb; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -ms-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; padding-top:20px; border:2px solid #000000,bTable][style=width:422px; height:20px; background-color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:-32px; margin-left:-11px; margin-right:-11px; font-size:14px; font-family:vivaldi; color:#ffffbb; letter-spacing:5px; padding-left:5px]i was lost, i was lost -- ☆[/style][style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll278/ammiel0fosvarer/Gin/3-1.png); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px][/style][style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll278/ammiel0fosvarer/Gin/3-1.png); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px][/style] [style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll278/ammiel0fosvarer/Gin/3-1.png); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px][/style] [style=width:100px; height:100px; margin-left:8px; background-image:url(http://i290.photobucket.com/albums/ll278/ammiel0fosvarer/Gin/3-1.png); border:1px solid #000000; margin-top:10px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -ms-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 50px; margin-bottom:-2px][/style][style=width:270px; height:200px; float:right; font-family:vivaldi; font-size:20px; text-shadow:1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#3b3b3b; margin-top:-452px; margin-right:15px; letter-spacing:-3px]crossed lines i shouldn't have crossed.[/style][style=width:270px; height:350px; float:right; margin-right:10px; margin-top:-400px; border-top:2px solid #3b3b3b; border-bottom:2px solid #3b3b3b; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; text-align:justify; overflow:auto; color:#3b3b3b; padding-right:3px; padding-left:3px; padding-top:3px; padding-bottom:3px]Definitely seemed that Warmack had the skills to go along with his rank. Nikon was glad really, he didn't want someone just getting the position of Yonkou without being good enough for it. It'd make them all look bad, and he wouldn't be having that! No sir! Watching with a seasoned and careful eye as his opponent went from zero to sixty in under a second, he was glad he'd already stretched himself off before entering the arena since it would seem this fight would be coming to him. Excellent. To most folks, Suzaku's kick might have appeared to be simply an unavoidable blur, but to the warrior that was Nikon, it was simply a nuisance that had to be dealt with. As the rushing form was sweeping in and then down to perform the skillful kick, the White Tiger of the Yonkou placed his weight upon his back foot and stamped down upon the sweeping leg as it came in. This wasn't so much to do damage as it was to use the powerful kick as a springboard to leap backwards from the immediate danger of his forward momentum and the blade striking out at his waist. Yes, he had noticed that as well. He was skilled enough to notice most things going on within his eye line truth be told, and this was no exception. Whilst his feet did most of the work, he used his own skill with a weapon to lash out against the seeking point of the deadly weapon and knock it off course before instantly sheathing it again. A simple task since the target it was aiming for was extremely small thanks to his side on stance and the relatively small figure Nikon kept himself to. Upon hitting the ground some five feet away from his opponent thanks to the boost given by that impressive sweep, the Oncoming Storm decided to live up to his name before his opponent could regain any kind of decent stance with that polearm of his. Using his own impressive haste he moved forward every bit as fast as Suzaku had moments before and slipped the blade clear of its sheath twice in quick succession. This was an attack using all of his speed and accuracy. The strikes were aimed at his opponents chest and given the mind bending speed of the strikes, this was the true test of his fighting capabilities. After all, it was in defence where equally matched warriors truly shone. After his attacks were complete, hit or miss, he would stand inside his opponents range, making the blade of his weapon next to useless, with his own sword sheathed once more. But his was on the hilt, ready to be drawn at a moments notice. [/style][style=width:275px; height:38px; float:right; margin-top:-35px; margin-right:9px; font-size:10px; font-family:arial; text-transform:lowercase; font-style:italic; color:#3b3b3b; margin-bottom:3px]notes: FIGHT! tags: uneri word count:dunno[/style][style=width:400px; height:5px; font-family:vivaldi; font-size:10px; text-align:right; margin-top:5px; float:right]template by MAVERICK of OTE!

[YONKOU SUZAKU]

He smirked as the male would jump away, though only a mere five feet. He had chosen to keep his position upon the ground, with the feet seconds he had, when Nikon's sword had begun to clash with his own blade. He had released his right hand up off of the ground, and gripped his blade, and holding it steadily, so that it wouldn't get knocked too far off course. And, he would be able to pull it in toward him quickly, holding it in a horizontal fashion.

The red-head didn't have any time to recover him, as the fierce Nikon would rush in on him. To hound him into a corner where he couldn't properly attack or defend, it would have had to been one or the other, and in this case, it was defending, and he had to act quickly. He used his Haste attribute to speed up the re-positioning of his blade, to defend against the attacks that Nikon had unleashed with his quick strikes (since it wasn't stated how you swung at me, you just did it). While Nikon now being within the range of his kwan dao, or at least deep into it.

Simultaneously, the red-head had wrapped his legs around the legs of Nikon, using his Power attribute to hold a strong lock upon him. And, as he had done that, the blade of the red-headed male had swung rapidly, spinning at such a high speed it was only a blur. And with the blade of his, he would attempt to severe the waist of Nikon with his large blade, spinning it while using it to still provide as a defense, in case he had attacked once again.