Again...[Practice...Open to anyone]
Feb 18, 2013 7:15:20 GMT -7
Post by dubcheck on Feb 18, 2013 7:15:20 GMT -7
The moment was true in his spirit, Kurama saw the man break no velocity in his stride as he seemed to literally morph into the ether itself; a few leaves simply jumping from where he stood, signifying to Kurama by manner of the Kaunta shunshin technique that his foe would be coming forward. But it was within an instant, and So Kurama Had little time to think as his left hand's thumb flinched up to the gaurd, but had no time to unsheathe properly. Instead his greater training relied in his bloodline lineage, and his right hand instead which was already held up, would tighten into a tight grip.
SHOOOSH, Clinkclangclinkclongcling!
Like an explosion of golden vegetation, five of the hidden plates would arise like magically controlled guardians of charcoal colored, thick 8 inch-4ft wide, octagonal, plates of protection. From under these plates would appear black sand just layering the ground under the golden leaf carpet here. It would seem directly strange that it was here...unnatural. However Kurama was busy pivoting around as he followed the lightly jumped leave's in a circle around him, realizing the whole time that he was hesitating on a nervous mind right now. He was watching a technique he knew used to close that falsely safe gap of distance he estimated earlier, and still he was roted on flat feet and no furthered strategy.
Close combat was not Kurama's best point at all..perhaps his weakest. He's too fast...I need to move...I need to attack..do something...DO SOMETHING! Kurama thought as he swiped his right arm around behind him to curve a trail of the 5 risen disk and launch them like the diskus of a troll at fast speeds for their proportions of mass. "Away from me!" Kurama said with a cold and narrowed face. The huge disk flew right at where Kurama imagined his opponent to end his shunshin...
WOOOSH...FWOOOSH....SWUSWUSWUSWUSWUswuswuuuuuu.......BING! BING! KRACK! BING! BONG! KRIK!
Went the sound's of the huge disk of heavy solid iron as they crashed into the wood's yonder, blasting plumes of splinter's from the tree trunks they hit, and sinking hole's to gape from the leaves on the ground, while eradicating a bush here and there. It was clearly heavy metal destruction as solid mass that most normal weight lifters would have trouble lifting tore away the vicinity. Kurama had his head down, staring at the ground while heaved over leaving his right arm stretched ahead of him. His eyes where wide as he ran through the dark memory of the very near past. the spectre of death had touched him this time...this was a true nightmare; the reality of-
"What!?-"
Kurama would saw as something under him seemed to be outside the natural look of his own shadow. Kurama furiously squeezed every ounce of strength from his muscle structure to look up while reaching his right hand for the quickest weapon to guard with; his own sword! but it was already too late, even as his hand slowly seemed to fall into shattered reality. in the moment of beautiful culmination of his life...Kurama's eyes widened and then dulled as he saw the white robed tiger descending upon him. His finger's slowly closing around his own katana, resonated with the slightly faster and more momentous wake of Baek's own sword being brought down through Kurama's body. Kurama's face was glued to the sky, though his neural process was heightened in this one moment.
He saw, knew, and felt the samurai's bane, as he felt cold Steele run through his flesh. Time/space was the snare here, and Kurama was powerless to stop the inevitable. His mind could only piece together a solid word: Endgame...Out of his peripheral,s Kurama could see his army of clones coming to his aid, but in the intense speed of moments, he could not receive aid. Time picked up, and Kurama tried to utter something...poetic? Maybe righteous like a true samurai. But he was still stuck in the fantasy of the way. To when his throat flexed to form a word, blood flooded his throat and everything went black before the top half of him feel over, his arm's both severed and the legs slumped into the ground.
Kurama's glasses landed i a ear by hole in the leaf flooring of the forest. the lenses picking up iron sand to the rims...still charged as Kurama died. The golems however all seemed to simply turn to piles of instant static iron sand.
SHOOOSH, Clinkclangclinkclongcling!
Like an explosion of golden vegetation, five of the hidden plates would arise like magically controlled guardians of charcoal colored, thick 8 inch-4ft wide, octagonal, plates of protection. From under these plates would appear black sand just layering the ground under the golden leaf carpet here. It would seem directly strange that it was here...unnatural. However Kurama was busy pivoting around as he followed the lightly jumped leave's in a circle around him, realizing the whole time that he was hesitating on a nervous mind right now. He was watching a technique he knew used to close that falsely safe gap of distance he estimated earlier, and still he was roted on flat feet and no furthered strategy.
Close combat was not Kurama's best point at all..perhaps his weakest. He's too fast...I need to move...I need to attack..do something...DO SOMETHING! Kurama thought as he swiped his right arm around behind him to curve a trail of the 5 risen disk and launch them like the diskus of a troll at fast speeds for their proportions of mass. "Away from me!" Kurama said with a cold and narrowed face. The huge disk flew right at where Kurama imagined his opponent to end his shunshin...
WOOOSH...FWOOOSH....SWUSWUSWUSWUSWUswuswuuuuuu.......BING! BING! KRACK! BING! BONG! KRIK!
Went the sound's of the huge disk of heavy solid iron as they crashed into the wood's yonder, blasting plumes of splinter's from the tree trunks they hit, and sinking hole's to gape from the leaves on the ground, while eradicating a bush here and there. It was clearly heavy metal destruction as solid mass that most normal weight lifters would have trouble lifting tore away the vicinity. Kurama had his head down, staring at the ground while heaved over leaving his right arm stretched ahead of him. His eyes where wide as he ran through the dark memory of the very near past. the spectre of death had touched him this time...this was a true nightmare; the reality of-
"What!?-"
Kurama would saw as something under him seemed to be outside the natural look of his own shadow. Kurama furiously squeezed every ounce of strength from his muscle structure to look up while reaching his right hand for the quickest weapon to guard with; his own sword! but it was already too late, even as his hand slowly seemed to fall into shattered reality. in the moment of beautiful culmination of his life...Kurama's eyes widened and then dulled as he saw the white robed tiger descending upon him. His finger's slowly closing around his own katana, resonated with the slightly faster and more momentous wake of Baek's own sword being brought down through Kurama's body. Kurama's face was glued to the sky, though his neural process was heightened in this one moment.
He saw, knew, and felt the samurai's bane, as he felt cold Steele run through his flesh. Time/space was the snare here, and Kurama was powerless to stop the inevitable. His mind could only piece together a solid word: Endgame...Out of his peripheral,s Kurama could see his army of clones coming to his aid, but in the intense speed of moments, he could not receive aid. Time picked up, and Kurama tried to utter something...poetic? Maybe righteous like a true samurai. But he was still stuck in the fantasy of the way. To when his throat flexed to form a word, blood flooded his throat and everything went black before the top half of him feel over, his arm's both severed and the legs slumped into the ground.
Kurama's glasses landed i a ear by hole in the leaf flooring of the forest. the lenses picking up iron sand to the rims...still charged as Kurama died. The golems however all seemed to simply turn to piles of instant static iron sand.