Another Build Test

[Master Game]

The arena smelt pungent. In the 25m radius circular enclosure the stench of death lingered unapologetically, juxtaposing the beauty of the sun's warm embrace on the fine summer day. The ground, a mixture of coarse sand and other sediment, had been stained with blood in areas where previous combatants fell. Bodies removed, the only evidence of their struggles remained decorated the earth solemnly. The cobblestone walls surrounding the arena were just as blood-splattered and scarred.

A gate directly on the opposite side of the arena painstakingly raised itself, prompting an armoured figure to move forward from the darkness. The nameless champion moved 3 metres from the gate, paused, and stared up into the azure blue heavens, wondering if the bright summer day would be his last.

A full set of mithral armour adorned the six-foot tall warrior along with a dreadful helmet that cemented his anonymity. Strapped to his back were a masterwork heavy shield and greatsword and clenched in his right gauntlet hand was a another masterwork greatsword, the sheath idly by his side. Pointed downward, the weapon hovered a mere centimetre over the ground in front of it but never graced its touch. The wrist that kept it in that position seemed not to struggle or strain.

Finally, 47 metres away from him and on the opposite side of the arena, another rusted arch-gate began to slowly raise itself. The screeching of metal lit a fire in the man's heart and tensed his muscles. He yearned to welcome his foe to his blade's cold embrace.

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An rough idea of what the arena looks like but there are no columns or well in the middle.

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Here's also a rough idea of what the warrior looks like:



I'll drop the details of the build at the end of the fight.

[Sabo]

'Another one to the tally?'

The demon of the mist thought as the gates all so acceptingly opened for him again, like he belonged here, in battle. A profusion of the blood in the arena was courtesy of his blade, the Grimfrost had brought an end to many lives already today and the armoured warrior was only going to be another victim. Touka sluggishly walked through the gates, poor posture, his eyes wouldn't even lock onto his opponent. He stared into the clouds for a moment before rolling them onto the armoured figure 47 meters away. Dressed to kill? not at all. The shinobi wore a black buttoned kimono and a pair of cream coloured geta's. The sun tends to have an affect on his weak Hozuki skin so he wore long socks to prevent any burns.

His left handed rested lazily on the Grimfrost which was elegantly strapped to his left hip, this was the only piece of equipment the mistling needed. Touka walked 7 meters forward from the entrance of the gate so he was now 40m away from the armoured figure.

'Hope he's weak' Touka thought as he had no wish to over exhaust himself. Though, the clouds were looking extra pretty today so he's sure to lose his focus in this encounter, would the armoured figure be able to capitalize on that? The boy doubted.

Like he's done all day he would he let his opponent make the first move from 40 meters away.

[Master Game]

A boy? No, a killer...

The figure 40m in front of the armoured warrior would not be there if he hadn't already slew dozens of men in mortal combat. Mercy was foolish thought.

The armoured feet of the tall man pressed forward slowly for a total of 20 metres. Time seemed to stretch as he did this, for his eyes stared intently at the young shinobi under the concealment of his helmet, watching for any telltale flicker of movement. At the end of his 20m march he'd raise his right arm and rest his greatsword horizontally over his left shoulder pauldron and so his right bicep was directly in his lower peripheral vision.

"I am Berengar the Bane. And this battle shall be your last."

WHOOSH!

The bane swung his weapon, generate a massive torrent of cutting edge wind that sailed 20m through the air in a hearbeat, its compressed arc angled to take the young shinobi's head clean off his shoulders.

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San-Juu-Roku Pound Hou (三十六煩悩鳳, 36 Pound Cannon) / Single Sword Rising Phoenix
Rank: "B", "A", "S"
Skill: TaiJutsu
Effect: This attack uses the air itself to slash the target from a distance.
Special: ---
Drawback: This technique does not work with other techniques.
Description: To initiate it, the user first holds one of their swords horizontally above the shoulder of their sword arm, and then performs a circular swing that launches the air compressed projectile spiraling towards the target. When first learned the technique's strength is the force of a bat. When the user learns the "A" rank the air pressure is as strong as the blade of the sword. When the user learns the "S" rank the air pressure is strong enough to cut through Overview objects. depends on the strength of the technique.
"D" Class - Travels 10 Meters
"C" Class - Travels 15 Meters
"B" Class - Travels 20 Meters
"A" Class - Travels 30 Meters
"S" Class - Travels 40 Meters

Limit: Must learn from a master of Santōryū (三刀流, Three Swords Style)