Inverse Reverse Universe [T/O]

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From the passive stance, the Messiah would assume a more agressive posture, widening the space between her legs and sliding her right foot forward slightily in an arc for balance. Adjusting slightly so that her weight sat squarely at the rear of he feet, ready to rotate in any direction, she slowly rose her hands up to eye level that she might gaze at her crimson glove weapons.

Gradually she would move her arms forward as fists, keeping her elbows tucked close in to her chest. She would focus her chakra to the gauntlets, generating an electrical charge. In this ready stance, her fist would launch forward, tensing into a stop as if she had hit something solid. Her weapon sparked. Her other fist would shoot forward, and as if they were connected by a pully the first hand would return to its initial positioning.

Taking the rearward momentum of the left side and applying it to the forward momentum on the right, she would turn sideways and lash out with a powerful kick. This would spin her around to face the opposite direction, where she would launch a double-punch straight ahead, gauntlets chirping wildly with sparks. Resuming her ready stance, she slowly shifted back into the passive stance.

They would come. Though she was still weak from her rebirth, her power would grow. And it would attract the attentions of the faithless. She would have to be prepared in order to prove her Divinity.

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Next step was movement. Resuming the Fighting Stance, the Messiah calculated how best to maintain balance and form while avoiding attacks or closing the distance to an enemy. To move forward it was tempting to bring her rear leg forward, like walking, but when she attempted to do so she nearly overbalanced and fell back. Instead, she brought her front leg even further up by pushing from the rear - already she saw this as advantageous to lean into a punch - and dragging her rear foot into position again. From here she reversed, bringing her rear foot back and leeting her leading leg follow naturally. Perhaps that would be a good position for a kick of some kind?

Yes...this was working nicely. Pushing off with the right leg, she slid to the left, noting that openings on the side could be swiftly exploited, before shifting back to the right by using her left leg as the balance.

Fantastic.

Her Holiness was revealed in full by the sadistic glimmer in her eyes and the too-wide smile gracing her lips.

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The Messiah squared off against the might of the land, the avatar of defense, her fighting stance showing no openings. The Messiah squared off against...a giant rock. The first punch would be hers - and so she would push off with her back leg, the muscle in her calf tensing and releasing with the pure power that was her Holy blood. The energy circulating in her veins was focusing on the path from that leg to her stretching fist.

Rotating her torso slightly as she went, Kyuusaisha allowed her raw strength the force her screaming fist into quarter-turn into a perfectly horizontal level while her elbo straightened out in a straight line with her shoulder, shifting so that she leaned in almost completely with the punch, her body a flying arrow of force. Just as her fist was closing in on the stone - all in the space of just a second - she sent her chakra screaming into the scarlet gauntlet that was her weapon of choice.

Sparks erupted from the glove weapon, scarring the rock with a midnight scorch stretching just past where her tightly clenched fingers collided with their target. With a sharp retort, cracks spiderwebbed from the impact zone, weakening the sun-baked material. Svhala instantly recoiled, withdrawing her arm and taking a swift backstep. With a quick appraisal of her work, it was plain to see that this amount of damage simply would not be enough. One more go.

She flicked her palm sharply, dispelling the sudden tightness from crushing in her knuckles against the mass, and reversed her stance. Left became right, right became left, and her undamaged fist took up the assaulting position. With her new front leg coiled, she used the stored power to launch herself forward again, leaning in with her shoulder to aid in the directness of the fleshy missile attack. Twisting her fist, she forced her strength to strike through the stone rather than against it.

The crushing force contained in her palm echoed across the entirety of her tiny shape, reverberating down her arm and causing her fist to vibrate slightly. This, paired with the electricity that chirped wildly around her crimson-clad fist was such a strike as to crack like thunder from the impact zone, burning even the stony earth as the mighty boulder approached shattering. Without pause this time, Schala sent her second fist roaring in to sit beside the first, the object of her attention smashing into a seemingly infinite barrage of flakes and chips with tremendous noise.

The Messiah smirked at her handiwork, pleased. One step closer to greatness.

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Having sought out a new practice rock, the Messiah would move on to a new technique. For this attack, she would slide forth on one heel, pivoting with it into a slight turnabout. Keeping her chin down and bringing her shoulder up, she would build tension in her muscles along the punching arm and leading leg. As her fist lanced out like the mighty Gungnir itself, her speartip knuckles ground and rotated against the stone in a quarter-turn that chipped even the mighty earth.

Recoiling back into position, sparks flashed from her fist. Charging her electrical gauntlets was becoming second nature to her, enhancing every blow such as the one she lashed out with once more now, her other hand rotating fourty-five degrees as her chin dropped and shoulder rose to defend her vulnerable neck. The scorching punch landed solidly, cracking the rock with its bone-shattering force. Such insane strength was normal for her, though most would have ended up with a broken hand.

She pivoted again, the third punch of her barrage of cross-body strikes roaring in with a chirp of lightining preceding the impact. The chips of rock that flew in the wake of this latest strike were sharp as razors and appeared to be headed directly for her jugular. Keeping her head ducked, Miss Kyuusaisha just kept on rotating, allowing her cheek and arm to be sliced rather than her throat. It was generally accepted theory that death was a bad thing, and her mission in this land was not yet complete.

Her next punch screamed in, the sound amplified by her lightning fists, to crash against the stone, her musculature begining to twitch randomly with the effort of her labors. Rotation was a double-edged sword. Done properly it would add a great deal of force to an impact, but done improperly, without controll such as now, the strike would be weak. Weak enough in fact to cause more damage to the one who threw the punch than to the one who was struck.

The messiah grimaced. It had been a long time since she had felt actual paiin. The next blow would be the last, because this rock had just commited a cardinal sin - it had just pissed her off. It was going to DIE! Well, insofar as an inanimate object could be killed. Her fist chirped wildly with spark as it crushed inward, samming in and grinding against the hard stone. The smell of scorched earth filled her nostrils as her fist continued to push harshly forward, trying to penetrate to the object's very core. She recoiled back into her Fighting Stance, and the momenet her knuckles left the stone it shattered.

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Mimicking her original attack of the direct-line Left Straight Punch, the Messiah would test her skills against yet another representation of the land's solidity, the third boulder in what looked like it would be a long line of boulders, taking her farther and farther away from her current home village. Her sparking fist surged forth, twisting with her body as she went, while her fingers steretched back open and locked in place above the palm. She twisted hr wrist inward to avoid injury.

The impact was powerful, moreso than before, scorching and smashing as it dented the very stone. Unleashing her Holy fury against the land was a representation of her duty, each instant as her palm crushed deeper and deeper into her rock fulfilling her obligation to become strong, strong enought to bring about the New Order of the world, anihilating all standing in her way in her rise to the top. And when that was done? Like lightning, when the destuction was total she would fade away.

This fate she accepted as the Messiah, this fate she needed to become mighty enough to fulfill. Destiny drove her palm forward, biting ever further into the scorching stone, the electic squeal defening at this range. Recoiling, Schala resumed the Fighting Stance and then reversed it, lashing out with the other hand. The tension rose in her musculature as her special gauntlets screamed with electric fury. In this time she would pivot slightly, scoring the ground beneath her feet.

With a growl, her fingers flased upward to reveal the base of her pal and twisted to the side, slamming into her immobile enemy. The crushing blow was tremendous, with the smell of burning rock becoming more and more prominent amid the air of the Tsuchi no Kuni Barrens, the nearly-featureless landscape that was the most common of sites her in this Land of Earth.

A sharp pain interrupted her blow, she had not angled her wrist correctly with her off-hand and so had allowed it to be bent in reverse, which while it had not caused anything resembling permanent damage, still hurt a great deal. She flicked her wrist several times, shaking away the pain and tightness as she attempted to relimber her wrist. She had already mastered the strike with her main hand, so to use it again would be a redundancy. No, this time she would reuse her stinging off-hand, slamming in with the heel of her palm once again. This time it would be right and proper. This time the stone would shatter.

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The burning precision of the Messiah's electrified fingertip scored line after curving line upon the side of her latest training assistant. This elavated marking would eventually form the semblance of human visage, with wide eyes and a fanged scowl. Satisfied with her handiwork, crude though it may have been, she immediately set herself upon the destruction of this artwork. Straightening her fingers, she jabbed them forward to where the scorch-drawn eyes were placed.

In this process, Schala would press her fingers together with her thumb, forming the approximation af a blade's tip or a spear, ever increasing its resemblance to the legendary Unerring Lance itself - Gungnir. Gungnir would never miss its target, and would never fail to kill. Neither would the fists of the Divine. Locking the speartip form of her fingers in place, she would bend them slightly so as not to let them jam and cause painful injury to her Holy self.

And now, ever in keeping with the fundamentals as her hand sliced through the air, she lowered her chin to touch slightly on her chest and raised up her slim shoulder next to her jawbone while keeping her elbow close to her tiny torso. This would keep her neck defended from any potential counterattacks by a real enemy, though it left her side and chest badly exposed on the attacking side. She really had no way at this moment to rectify that issue, but it was a work that WOULD be progressed upon if she had any hope of surviving this rebirth.

The Messiah's speartip fingers would stab directly between the draw-on eyes, 'blinding' them partly through the attack, but mostly because once again her hands were screaming with electical release. At the moment of impact, the arm withdrew swiftly, recoiling upon itself to conserve the tension that provided her striking force and to release again through the other arm as she pivoted, heel grinding through the dirt and dust, to lash out with a second finger-spear.

The fluidity of this reversal was astonishing even to the arrogant Kyuusaisha, but her long hours of practice appeared to be paying off. As proclaimed by whatever Diety returned her to the mortal coil - for why else would the words echo so incessantly in her mind - "When the stuff hits the fan, the only thing you can rely on is your training."

These blows lacked the power of the previous ones, the boulder still stood strong, but it seemed that the overall concept was fully grasped, perhaps.