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Post by Mr. Kaar on Oct 15, 2010 19:54:29 GMT -8
It had been a while since he had been in the ouryard, the stdnts had forgotten the respect they once showed The Lightning Dragon and HIS courtyard. Surrounded by the four buildings of the school, he walked towards his tower, the cliques where sepeated talking, glaring at the indvidual. Finally almost to his tower he was stopped.
"Hey, whre do you think your going? Have you pai the fine? Are you even young enough to go to this school?"
Leon reached his right hand up to scratch his left shoulder and neck, before bringing that hand out and across the guys face for a backhand. The kind of back hand you see inmovies, the guy flewoff to the side spiraling into the crowe, bowling over multiple people. He turne to look at the crowed, without a care, and raised his arms to his sides as he spread his feet apart.
They charged him, he threatened their territory, andhe was sure to let them know just how much it wasn; thers.
Ducking low from a hick kick, shifting hs left foot to trip the kicker, only the power sent the guy spiraling uncontrollably away, standing up into an upper cut he sent another boy flying high, next a girl using some pressure point style came at him, catching both hands by the wrist as they went for his points he would electrify her then spin around using her as flail, beore releasing sending her through an entire building.
blocking a strike from behind Leon grabbed it and tossed the limb over his body, he didn;t even care what it was, throing the individual away, punching another, kicking another, bodies flying in all directions from the fore of impacts. Leon began to laugh, before long the brave ones where few in numbers, everyone else stood at the sidelines as bodies mangled in all shapes forms and genders lay everywhere, and in the center stood Leon Sudeki.
"This is my courtyard. Don;t forget that."
The blue bandaa wrapped about his head, the shades covering his eyes to keep their true color from being revealed, a white shirt, black cargo pants, a red vest, his strike gloves, and his black boots. He was all set for some more action, but hi show wouldkeep the fools at bay, at least, he hoped it didn;t, he wanted more.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2010 23:01:33 GMT -8
Watching the impressive display of immense power, Kiyoshi could do nothing but smile in delight. It had been a long time since he'd been so very easily outclassed in every way, not since his first battle in 552 against that guy named Jyo. His left arm had been rendered completely useless after that fight and required an expensive surgery to fix... good times, good times. From his position on the sideline of the fight radius, the new transfer watched while removing the articles of clothing he did not want completely destroy in the coming battle, which were his glasses and jacket, and placed them safely aside. It wasn't long after that the powerful man was finished with the cannon fodder that had first hassled him.
Now logically most students of Kiyoshi's level would make nice and maybe even ask for training from such a man, but we all are quite aware by now that Kiyoshi is by no means all that logic nor does he have much fear... or common sense. Slowly he strode out toward the man, stopping a few yards away but close enough to make it well known to any and all around of what his intentions were at this moment in time. Kiyoshi Akechi was going to challenge the Lightning Dragon Leon Sudeki... though he was unaware of any of that.
"Really?... then show me what you got, Courtyard King."
Kiyoshi made his presence more officially announced with the few words he spoke while pounding a closed right fist into his open left hand, after all he did not want to strike without it and be seen as trying to take a cheap shot at the guy. No... they were going to do this the honorable way, face to face and one versus one. It wasn't even about winning but seeing how far he could push his body toward the abyss of destruction... and laugh. Slowly upon getting even the smallest amount of acknowledgment, Kiyoshi would slowly shift into a fight pose with his left foot slightly out in front of his right, both arms raised and ready, and body turned slightly on an angle toward his opponent. A few deep breaths to calm his racing nerves and heart as the adrenaline began to pump knowing he was in for the fight of his life.
Resolved in his will, Kiyoshi shot forward at full speed toward his opponent with the knowledge that there was going to be little he could do to fool an experienced fighter. Much like his battles with Auroth, anything he could think of would be foreseen and thus Kiyoshi had to rely on his greatest attribute... the undying will to press forward. Once in striking distance, the younger Japanese male raised started to raise his left as though to throw some kind of kick before slamming it into the ground and throwing all of his body weight and momentum behind his right fist. The leg motion was less of a feign and more a transition step to make sure everything he could muster got behind his punch. The haymaker fist would be primed to strike the left side of his opponent's jaw with the intent of creating as much damage as possible, which left him in a rather precarious position defensively. But against great opponent's no victory could be had without great risk...
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Oct 19, 2010 8:54:53 GMT -8
Leon watched the fighter approach, his words and motions and motives... The honor, the pride, the will power. It was impressive to Leon. The boy put off an aura like he used to long ago. Leon used to be the weakest fighter among hsi classmates. Fighters like Faust, Auroth, Ark, James, Chyrnos, Saito, and Vetis. He faught with everything he had always. His will as a fighter always pushed him to the point of being completely destroyed. Even with broken arms and legs he would use his chin to drag himself towards his opponent, and thats the kind of aura he got from this guy.
Leon would not do anything to interupt this guy's first move, he would take it on the side of the jaw, the force causing him to turn his head, and take a step backwards. Planting his foot to keep from going further Leon would turn his head back.
"That was a good punch."
Reaching his right arm back and pausing to give the guy time to see it.
"I'm not gonna hold back after this."
And full speed, and full strength he would throw a right punch for the guys chest, aiming dead center. Leon would feel as though he was disrespecting this fighter if he held back, so this guy would get the full blast of everything Leon had for this entire fight.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2010 21:02:40 GMT -8
As the blow landed any sense of accomplishment slipped away upon seeing the damage, or lack of damage, it had actually done. All of a sudden, Kiyoshi was back fighting the monsters that assaulted 552... he was back fighting against Auroth, a student who could do little to even budge his master. That feeling of utter inferiority, that there was little he could do to even phase an opponent much less win the fight... but that made it all the more exciting. Fight those unbeatable odds as he had in the past so many times before.
Kiyoshi recoiled as the Dragon gave him a verbal applause, though it seem like an unintentional insult given the result. He would have tried to resume an assault had he not been given the chance to notice that Leon was preparing a strike of his own, which would be a good idea to take the allowed perception and avoid the blow. Noting that it was a right arm being used to retaliate, Kiyoshi started to shift to his own right and down to get away from the attack in the quickest fashion possible. However once the limb fired forward, it would prove to little to late to avoid it as the fist would land though the place of impact had shifted from dead center of his chest to the left shoulder. Kiyoshi's eyes went hallow as a sickening sound echoed in the courtyard as the affected limb snapped back in a violent and unnatural way, the pain sending Kiyoshi's mind back to the last time he'd felt such...
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... standing guard over the meeting...
...the streets of South Central...
"Kid... go check that car." ... a few simple steps to the car...
... the window slowly rolled down...
BANG!
... a shotgun...
*Memory Sequence X Unlocked*
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.... Kiyoshi staggered wildly as he fell back from the blow, his limb almost like a rag doll's as it flopped around. Hunched over on the ground in obvious pain, the damage obvious to even the most non-combative of those who would watch... the boy's shoulder had dislocated and most likely fractured in some way. One might expect screaming in pain, not Kiyoshi though. Soon a maniacal laughter started to come from the Japanese student as he shifted to adjust the wounded arm slightly before ritualistically smashing it into the ground until a similar snap and popping noise echoed once again, all the while laughing in a clearly disturbed manner. Slowly he rose, the mixture of painful distress and odd overjoyed grinning bringing a clear vision of the sensory overload taking place as adrenaline pumped through and nerve endings fired back the signal of the damage done... but this wasn't over... not by a long shot.
Again the Japanese junior rushed forward, this time in more frantic fashion, as his right arm once primed to strike just like the first one. However once he reached attacking range his left was snapped forward in a quick jab aimed at the solar plexus of the Dragon, which would be intended to simply falter his opponent for hopefully a moment by hitting his more vital area though the grinding sound his arm might give it away. So would this be the time for the right? No. Instead Kiyoshi would launched himself forward with his feet, rear back his head, and slam it forward with all the speed and power he could muster right at the bridge of his opponent's nose. Hopefully knocking the man off balance and allowing him to use that same thick skull of his as a battering ram as Leon fell back. On the other hand, if the head butt landed but did not knock the Dragon back, Kiyoshi would recoil only to launch the right hand as this moment. It was a gamble of a relatively straight on assault against a superior opponent...
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Oct 21, 2010 12:51:05 GMT -8
Leon would bend his knee's slightly more than usual when the kid came at him this time. He had begun to ready an attack. As the boy came into attacking range, leon launched himself forward propelling in a direct line, Leon's right fst would be te first to shoot out. Aiming directly for the boy's face, a normal fighters first reaction is to protct the face, while his left fist was aimed lower for the guy's stomach, ducking with his head being just left of the punch that had earlier been aimed at his solar plexus.
Leon's feet would meet ground as he would slide to a halt. While the boy would still be carrying to momentum of his attack. Leon would stand straight after that... A feeling of warmth on his right cheek. A cut had formed, where he had missed the boy's fist, or so he had thought.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2010 16:04:12 GMT -8
By now we should all be relatively familiar with the manner that Kiyoshi attacks in fight like this, or even just in general. Often risking everything on the idea that he can endure anything the other fighter can throw at him. Thus he took the first shot right on the cheek, literally. The only precaution was to turn his head slightly and brace for impact. Knowing that his own initial shot had missed and second blow would likely be following the one that recent put his head in a haze, Kiyoshi bared down and threw all of his weight behind his right hand as it sent right at the lower position head of this Dragon. Now that meant the gut punch would hit and send him stumbling back again but not before he got in a shot of his own... hopefully.
Alas, as tough and stubborn as Kiyoshi was he could not stay in against such power, relenting with a pain-filled snarl as he stumbled backward. The younger male doubled over slightly with pain coursing throughout his entire being from the breathtaking blow to his abdomen, his right arm holding the injured area as the left hung limply. From his hunched position, he craned his neck enough to stare through fallen bangs at the man before him. A few short agitated breaths seethed through clenched teeth before Kiyoshi spat a small amount of blood from inside his mouth, the crimson spray adding color as it collided with the ground.
Again Kiyoshi charged forward in the same manner as before, however this time he went airborne. Not the high-flying jump kicks that one might expect, more of a forward lunge. Kiyoshi moved more forward than up in his leap, both legs surging out in front to lead the charge into the Dragon's gut. To put it simply... a classic dropkick to the gut.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Oct 21, 2010 23:01:54 GMT -8
~Low, fast, direct. Perfect.~
Leon watched the kid launch low with a quick drop kick, Leon spread his legs bent at the knee's and prepared his stomach., the drop kick would slam home the speed, weight and strength caused him to slide backwards, pulling up the dust behind the trail of his feet. But he would come to a stop, crossing his arms and rebalancing himself by pulling them apart harshly.
"Good kick."
Leon would say brushing off his clothes.
"But before I finish putting you in the hospital, I have a few questions. And you are going to answer."
Leon would walk over to the boy and stand near him, giving off that look of 'if you move, you die.' though he doubted that kind of intimidation factor would work. Well towards what Leon wanted it would, but not in the normal sense.
"We grow the most in conflict and struggle... True or false?"
It was a hunch by the way the guy faught. Leon's family had a similer structural idea. Conflict helped them grow in culture and relations as well as personal growth through combat. Well, both of his families believed this.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2010 8:03:01 GMT -8
Landing the intended blow, Kiyoshi twisted himself to land on his right side. It was precautionary to not further injure his left arm and to make it easier to get back to his feet since his blow had done little more than knock the guy back, which given the difference in ability was an accomplishment. Upon crashing ungracefully to the ground he began to scramble back to his feet under the premise that the next strike from his opponent would be coming. Instead he was met with words and a slow approach... odd.
Staggering to his feet, Kiyoshi stood there without a raised defense as this seeming pause and the apparent honor of his opponent made it unlikely an attack would come during it. It would almost give him a moment to recuperate at least a small bit. Now as expected, the threatening posturing would do little to stop Kiyoshi from really doing anything, it was more his own personal code that did... if people showed they had a similar code, he would keep to his... if they didn't, all bet were off. Regardless, the Akechi boy had been asked an interesting question that had very different answers depending on how one saw the world beyond true or false. A brief smile formed as he offered his answer.
"True... IF you can keep hold your beliefs and to who you are during the conflict. Lose sight of that... you are nothing."
Kiyoshi spoke what he believed on the matter and left his answer to stand for itself. To him it didn't matter how battles someone had fought or how physically strong they were... if they didn't have a pride, a belief, or something to stand for... they were worthless. Just another monster roving...
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Oct 26, 2010 18:31:11 GMT -8
"Good answer."
Leon would turn so his left side faced Kiyoshi, activating his Qi the black wing would erupt from his back on the right side, giving enough time for Kiyoshi to prepare for the next set of moves, but as soon as he did, Leon's hands opened into claws. Leon would burst forward pulling his left hand back shifting his body so his right side faced Kiyoshi, using the wing to hide the clawed hand behind it, stepping off his right foot he would shift again thrusting that claw towards the guy's face, only meant as a distraction and a means to grabbing the kid.
The distracting part of it was the same as before, fighters instinctively protect their face, which was what Leon wanted, either a dodge or a block would work fine. Leon's clawed hand would grip at either an arm, head/face, or chest., if it missed completely he would shift fast to send his right claw in to do the same.
Str: 135 Dex: 132
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2010 21:31:07 GMT -8
Apparently this Dragon approved of Kiyoshi’s response, not that it had any real bearing on his way of thinking. He didn’t think or believe what he did to please anyone other than himself. That little pause aside, the junior stood tall in preparation for what would undoubtedly lead to the conclusion of this battle. It was a guarantee that he would not be able to win this, however he was just as steadfast in his resolve to fight now to the last moment.
However when his opponent seemingly grew a god damn wing, Kiyoshi was awestruck and ultimately vexed by the display thus the allotted time to prepare was not used wisely. How could someone really prepare when staring at such a sight? Thus when the arm burst forward toward him, there was a large delay in the reaction that allowed it to reach its mark and grabbed hold of the younger combatant. The factors of shock and lesser speed were making it almost impossible for Kiyoshi to do much of anything at this moment but that didn’t mean he was about to give up.
Once the opposing arm latched onto him, Kiyoshi brought up both of his own to grab onto the wrist of the Dragon. He was scrappy to a fault perhaps and that was going to come to the forefront. Using the limb sent at him as a point of leverage, Kiyoshi swung his lower body upward with all the strength he could muster in his core. He aimed one foot for the Dragon’s jaw while the other went outside the limb, if the man couldn’t hold up the small Japanese male’s weight then naturally it would mean that Kiyoshi would fall down. There he could wrap both legs around the arm he had hopefully captured into an arm bar, however he could also press his shins against the throat of his opponent.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Oct 29, 2010 22:35:45 GMT -8
Leon hadn't expected the kid to latch on like he had... Wait, yes he did. The foot connected with Leon's chin, the kids sole cutting the skin from the impact, causing a bit of blood to trickle, the wrap was good, but Leon's fingers would dig into the kid's face with such a harsh rip, his arm went rigid as he held firm, the same time he turned his arm so to open the kid's abdomen which would be easy considering the angle he was holdin the guy's face at.
Striking forward with full force fingers n that law form he would slam the five points into the kids abdomenal muscles, and grip tightly. Twistin his right arm harshly with his fingers intertwined in the muscular structure of the boy's abdomenal wall, he would likely cause some muscles to rip and tear. Usually he would go full force and completely collapse the abdomenal wall, but tis kid put himself in one of Leon's soft spots.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2010 0:00:11 GMT -8
So the kick had done very little to gain Kiyoshi any leeway in this fight. Worse off the bones of his face were starting to give way under the immense pressure the Dragon’s grip had, the vision left his eyes. In the next few moments it went from bad to worse as the other hand of his opponent started to claw into his abdomen with any unreal strength. Kiyoshi gnashed his teeth at the severe and breathtaking pain shot through his entire body, the nerve endings throughout his body and mind begging the boy to give in. But his will and pride would allow that… not yet.
Unable to catch his breath due to the vice grip on his abdomen, Kiyoshi had to move quickly to make what would certainly be his final move. Using all the strength he had left in his body, the junior coiled his body for a moment before violently exploding out while twisting. In essence the violence was to break the grip of the Dragon by landing two quick kicks as he started to twist and his core would create the spin from there, which would effectively cause the freed Kiyoshi to turn into a tornado with his legs split out to attack as he fell to the ground. The awkward fall would cause the younger male to crash to the ground and once again displace his shoulder. His gut would essentially be further torn apart by the forceful use under already damaged circumstances and his face would be left with heavy lacerations. There Kiyoshi would lie… with all his injuries and hollow eyes that were filled with pride.
However if the grip held well… it would be very ugly to say the least. So what was the reasoning for the last ditch effort? Wasn’t that the point? To fight to the very end, the very limits, of what you had. Kiyoshi wouldn’t simply let himself succumb to pain while held in a grip no matter what the consequences, if he was going down it would be on the earth. Where the fallen belong…
{OoC: End on my end.}
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Oct 30, 2010 14:11:22 GMT -8
Two successful kicks, one catching him in the middle of his face, he othe in his mid section, Leon;s hand let go a the boy spun and fell to the ground, Leon was pushed back his nose bleeding from the impact damage, as well as disfigured from a break.
Reaching up with both hands Leon would place them along the sides of his nose, pull down and lock the nose back into place with a good crack. Looking at the boy's eyes he could see the look. He knewthat look. This kid was a proud warrior, and it brought a smile to Leon's face. Finally someone he could trust to lead a good life.
Walking over and picking the kid up, he would put him on his shoulder's, Leon would take him to the hospital... For now... Later he would have an offer for this boy.
((The end))
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