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| The Accidental Protege Posts: 868/2641 |
Murimasa was starting to get pissed off. With a defiant sneer, he gripped his sword, and it began to turn black. With that, a gasous poison billowed out from the swords tip. THe yellowish cloud floated into the building through the door that Cairoi so generously opened. As the cloud permeated through the rooms of the temple, Murimasa laughed to himself. "How will you fight to protect those who you could not save? Yessss... Let your anger flow. I'm waiting for you to strike. I hunger for it! En Guarde!"
Attack Specs: Warm up rate: 3.44 seconds. Cool down rate: 1.69 seconds. Attack type: Physical Gasous projectile. Range of influence: up to a radius of 50 feet, or can be controlled as a small cluster to travel for up to 200 feet. |
| Cairoi Posts: 680/3807 |
Cairoi pushed off the ground with feet, landing back 10ft. He drew his sword and spun it lazily in his right hand. He slowly opened his eyes, looking at his hovering enemy.
"3 chances, says the wiseman. You have attacked 3 times, and I've given you the chance to leave. Your next attack will be countered. It will be your last attack." Cairoi smiled. He knew his enemy wouldn't come to his senses, but he had tried. And as long you try, then you've done all you can. |
| The Accidental Protege Posts: 862/2641 |
He grinned and licked his lips *This should prove to be quite interesting,* he thought to himself. With a quick stance, he readied his sword into attacking position, and began to run towards his enemy. As soon as he became withing striking distace, he leapt into the the air, about 10 feet up, and , and swung his sword, releasing a wave of pure dark antimatter from its edge.
Attack specs: Warm up rate: 1.62 seconds. Cool down rate: 0.76 seconds. Attack type: Physical projectile; close range. Composition: Dark matter composed from Murimasa's being. Most probably his armor. Range onf influence: Up to 4.25 meters. Approximate speed of attack: about 96.7 kilomoeters |
| Cairoi Posts: 674/3807 |
Cairoi closed himself, shutting his eyes, ears, and soul to prevent being affected by this fear. He sent himself into a mini-trance until the attack subsided and he awoke quickly.
"Please leave now. Unless you plan on fighting me with that sword and your full strength, you don't have a chance." |
| The Accidental Protege Posts: 861/2641 |
Murimasa made a careful note of this technique. He smirked to himself. "I see. You can absorb energy attacks. Well, then. This fight should prove to be more productive than my last." Murimasa decided to take a a different approach. Around his neck hung a charm, shaped like a decaying human head. Murimasa grasped the charm and rubbed it, infusing it with unholy power. THe eyes of the Dead Man's Head flashed yellow, and it screamed a horrible scream; the scream of a tormented soul locked inside the amulet. The scream rattles the consciousness, and invokes the feeling of true fear...
Attack specs: Warm up rate: 3.2 seconds. Cool down rate: 0.02 seconds. Attack type: Amplified sound waves, mixed in with a higher frequency that affects feelings of the mind. Range of influence: 51.4 meters. Approximate speed of waves: (whatever the speed of sound is in kilometers; I don't know it off the top of my head). |
| Cairoi Posts: 673/3807 |
Cairoi was suprised. He sensed the dark energy being built up and lifted his left hand. It began pulsing with an electric-like crimson aura, emnating from the jagged cross-shaped scars on the back of his hands. The dark energy was absorbed into Cairoi's Cross Scars, purified, and then added to Cairoi's energy banks, making him stronger.
"Simple attacks like that won't work on me." Red Color-Red Cross has the ability to absorb energies, focus them and infuse them into Cairoi's own energy, thus making it his energy. He more than often uses this abilty to drain life force out of strong foes or for defensive purposes. |
| The Accidental Protege Posts: 859/2641 |
He laughed a maniacal laugh. That was his response. "You cannot kill what does not live upon this plane of existance! You can only banish me for a time, but I digress. If you will not attack, then you will be destroyed!"
Murimasa held out his sword and gathered some dark, unholy energy at its tip. It swirled about in a purplish aura. After a time, Murimasa hauled off and fired the beam of energy directly at his target. Attack specs: Warm-up rate: 2.6 seconds. Cooldown rate: .79 seconds. Attack type: Unholy projectile. Approximate size of projectile: 13.125 cm in diameter. Approximate speed of launch: 226.8 Kph. |
| Cairoi Posts: 672/3807 |
Cairoi laughed cheerily, his eyes closed and his smile broadened. He touched his sword hilt and kept his hand clenched softly on the handle.
"Actually, worship of Gaia has for the most part been eradicated. You are looking at the last priest of Gaia. This is a temple of healing, where a family strucken down by a disease caused by a demon such as yourself is being saved. I will not let anyone in that temple down. Please, leave or die." Cairoi kept his smile up as he stood very carefully, ready to react to any movement. "Please, make your decision." |
| The Accidental Protege Posts: 858/2641 |
Murimasa smiled. He was obviously enjoying his new aquintance's little game.
"I'm sorry, boy. But any temples dedicated to the worship of Gaia are to be erradicated. I suggest you stand aside before you get hurt." He drew his sword, and eyed his foe. It was clear that he would not back down so easily. He readied his stance and got into a defensive postion. "I am prepared to defend myself, mortal." |
| Cairoi Posts: 671/3807 |
The iron doors of the temple collapsed the moment Murisama came into view. They were pushed back far and slid off the hinges, gravity slamming them against the ground.
"Whoops. Think I pushed too hard." From out of the shadow of the temple came the figure known as Cairoi. For one so strong, he did not show it. His current stride was straightforward and relaxed, giving one the impression he was harmless. He was of a lean build, sturdy but quick and agile. His face was handsome and clean, marred only by the magical scar resting over his right eye. He wore his long brown hair back in a low ponytail, his bangs resting about 2 inches from the hairline. His pupils shone in this focused sunlight, revealing his emerald-colored pupils. They bore a look of calm, as seeing this dark figure placed no fears in his mind at all. As he walked closer, his clothing became more apparent. He wore a black jacket, which was connected, revealing the forest green t-shirt underneath. He also wore black pants, loose but fitting, and black boots. THe t-shirt, pants and boots all had something particularly eye-catching: they did not change appearance when more or less light was reflected upon it. This indicated towards their magical nature. Cairoi stopped 15ft away from this oncomer. He eyed him carefully, catching from the overwhelming amount of black on his opponent that he was a demon or a very dark man. He toyed with the idea of examining the true nature of his enemy with his Hawkeye, but he decided against it. "Hello. I'm afraid I cannot allow you to pass. The monks here are under my protection and are not to be bothered. Please leave before I am forced to do anything drastic." |
| The Accidental Protege Posts: 857/2641 |
Very well; I'll take you on. I'm too lazy to write a chaacter bio on a school night, so I'll do it when I come home. If you want to know about my character, view my fight with Ryan a while ago.
A lone man walked across the desert temple, as the sun was setting into the background, casting a vermillion shade across the land. Black Plate mail lined every inch of his body, and in his hand he gripped a sword, forged from the pits of hell itself. This man is Murimasa, the essence of all that is evil in the world incarnate. And he is looking for a fight. |
| Cairoi Posts: 669/3807 |
One quick match before the tournament would be awesome. I'm up for a battle from anyone I haven't fought before. If you're up to it, pick the stage and scenario and I'll post a reply.
NOTE: This is not a belt match, or a division match. Just a clean spar. My character's profile: Cairoi |
