FLY, YOU FOOLS! [David/Open]

[Marcus Prasad]

Marcus would grit his teeth as his strike was blocked by one of Levi's own, thier feet connecting for one moment with a force that could be felt by anyone in the area. Failing to knock the man off balance, Levi would find his opponent quickly and almost gracefully spinning around and upwards to his feet, facing him in time to deflect Levi's kick with a roundhouse of his own.

The bones in his leg were vibrating like a tuning fork, the pain was intense, but fleeting. Nothing he couldn't handle, though he knew he would be feeling it in the morning no matter which way this fight went. Which truth be told, was exactly what he wanted anyway.

Pushing on, Marcus would try to twist his foot so that it was overtop of Levi's leg and force it down until he was practicaly stomping Levi's foot into the ground. From there he could hop forward a pace and close in with a series of jabs and crosses aimed for the face and chest.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kiyr gave a soft huff of breath as David streaked towards her, and blue eyes were wide in her pale face. Then they narrowed, resolute. Kiyr was not about to give up. Perhaps if she could evade him for this, she could hold herself to the shadows and stay safer. Long enough, at least, for David to gain a new target. She waited until she was certain she timed it about right, gathered herself, and sprang into the air in attempt to sail overhead while he slid under. Kiyr soared facing towards David, and David himself in a baseball slide, most likely following his target with his eyes, thus looking up. It was almost poetic in a slow-motion capture.

Until the world sped up too fast for her to react to as David slammed himself upwards into her. She couldn't dodge while mid-air, the best she could start to do was to tuck herself in to a barrel-rolling flip.

His foot smashed into her jaw, and Kiyr's vision went dim.

Then black.

Her unconscious form hit the ground and awkwardly rolled, colliding with and stopping at a pile of rubble. A faint exhale of pain as the blonde briefly swam to the surface of consciousness, and she went limp again.

With her sustained injuries - and reinjuries, which worsened what was already well on its way to healing - David's blow, even pulled, was what amounted to the icing on the cake, and crossed the line for what Kiyr's body could take for punishment, at present.

The flesh was weak, though her spirit and drive were willing.

[David B.]

David would lunge at Kiyrs body before rocketing into the sky, the small blonde in his arms. He would set her on the gym Levi had been on moments ago, a small smile on his lips.

She had done well.

Backflipping off, he landed with a smash next to Marcus and Levi, grinning devilishly before launching at the pair from Marcus' left, Levis right. He would throw a hard left punch for Levis face as Marcus cocked back to start raining blows.

If it connected, and Levi was blown out of the way, David would now be in the path of Marcus' fury. Using his right hand, he would aim to block the punches with his palm as they came, using the fist he hit Levi with to draw his blade once more. The dull side facing Marcus, he would attempt to swing for the open ribcage, which would hurt, but not too badly, what with the angle and proximity.

[Aryn Valcoph]

If Kazuya would close that small of a gap in minutes, then it would have to be some phenomenal distance. Or Kazuya was just SLOW. But Aryn held her ground - probably foolishly - and leaned forwards with Kazuya just the barest length away and bit down on his lip.

This, of course, pulled him down when he tripped her, but..~

Aryn wasn't complaining. In fact, she had the biggest smirk for someone with a person's bottom lip caught between their teeth could have. She didn't mind the fire, the heat of it, even though it could very quickly border on pain. And Kazuya was doubly lucky that she loosened her teeth before she hit the ground or he'd be missing his lip. And if he didn't shift away, she soon had it wedged between her teeth once again, albeit somewhat playfully and her smirk turned downright wicked. Oh, he had her pinned, yes, and her legs certainly weren't useless if he was sitting on her core. One arm was tucked between his leg and her body...but that wasn't a bad thing.

Aryn made a curiously affirmative sound--like she almost didn't believe it was. Her hair flew upwards with the initial burst of fire, the sweeping rush of air that went with it. She went for an immobilizing shot--a random whim considering she probably still had his lip tucked between her teeth. She struck out with his fingers, aiming high along his arm in a thrusting motion, though really, she was looking to dig her fingers into his arm pit. It was a good thing Kazuya would probably be able to withstand the more serious effects: hemorrhaging and death (considering there was a large artery and network of major veins), but he would probably feel rather numb in that arm and shoulder if she hit the bundle of nerves that was hidden there.

[Delilah A. Black]

"Oh, does that mean I'm allowed to do this?"

Just as she was about to close the distance, he jumped back. This was fine by Delilah's standards. All her techniques were based on moving through the opponent to generate momentum of the strike. But as he did move backwards, he offered her the opportunity to see a hand in his pocket. He threw the cloud of black pepper into her face and her Qi shifted, covering her face in a silvery sheen of metal. She laughed. Someone trying to play her own tricks on her? As if she wouldn't have a countermeasure for that.

As a result, Delilah was not sufficiently distracted for the flurry of strikes to her legs. Despite her injury, the mechanic was quite nimble, shifting her feet out of the way of the spear with ease. It was just like those old days in training! She missed those. Shiho Tenshi Tobi was one of the cardinal training exercises of Ninjutsu, after all.

As his spear came down again for her legs, her shift to the outside would also bring up her foot to stomp down hard on the weapon. Not to break it, but to rip it downwards from his hands. If this was accomplished, she would throw a kick to his sternum, trying to catch him hard enough to knock him off balance.

If for whatever reason he was able to pull his weapon away when already committed to the action, Delilah would use the opportunity to move to the side of the weapon and step in, the humming metal of the training blade aiming to smack him on the back of the wrist, rendering the grabbing muscles of his fingers of his power hand useless for a little while, keeping a high guard as she also came in for a stomp on his foot to trap the limb and keep him in place.

[Levi Kayamei]

Levi flexed his knee as his foot was planted into the ground, a felleting, but sharp pain running through his leg for a moment. He griited his teeth as the pain subsided and brought his hips around to face his opponent who was closing in. As Marcus closed in, Levi brought his hands up in a boxer-like stance, open palms facing forward as he prepared to sway and block the oncoming onslaught, then his senses felt the big fish he had been keeping tabs on coming, something with the qi of an Elder, David!. His "early warning system" only bought him enough time to put up a defense to hopefully survive the incoming attack as David's fist came screaming towards him. Levi's right arm stayed up and quickly tucked in as two layers of Light quickly came up around it to take the initial contact from David's punch. The punch crashed through his shields and slammed into his arm, spinning his body around and tossing it away as his arm surrendered to the power of David's attack.

*pop*

"Ah!"

Levi's shoulder pooped audibly out of place as he flew towards a nearby building. His arm screaming in pain, Levi managed to keep his composure Gotta stop! gathering his ki in front of him to make a large square of light to catch himself and gradually decrease his velocity. The square of light crashed into the wall of a store with Levi resting on the otherside, the shield taking most of the impact. Levi looked down at his shoulder grabbing it firmly with the other.

"Well shit..."

He gritted his teeth as he quickly popped it back into place, "hrgh!". Levi slowly rotated and stretched his surpisingly not broken arm as he made sure it was safe to continue using it, his shields had achieved their goal, though his arm would not be forgetting the Storm Dragon's punch any time soon. With the pain in his arm becoming less of a factor Levi started to slowly walk back towards the man who had nearly launched him through a building. He had hoped he would get to have Marcus all to himself, but now David had made himself a target and Levi's mind began to try to figure out how to take down such an opponent. He had fought this man before, and he was certain that he would lose anything even resembling a head on conflict.

"Fuck it...."

Levi normally wouldn't go into a fight without a good plan, but against the odds he was dealing with, a ranged fight seemed like the only option that didn't sound utterly foolish. Levi held his hand above his head and focused for a moment, creating a large pillar of light and with a flick of his wrist, launched the pillar at high speed towards the Storm Dragon. He would follow this attack up with two more pillars or similar size and shape depending on how David reacted.

[Orion]

Damn her QI. Pepper rendered ineffective made it easier for her to dodge... ok, is she a ninja or something? Seriously? I call bullshit. *ahem* anyway...

So, metal face rendered pepper ineffective, and now she was dodging his attacks... and then lifted one foot off the ground to... shit. Due to how Orion's thrusts were angled, his spear was actually pointed decently at the ground, which would rip the weapon from his hands or put him in an inconvenient position, since the weapon was unbreakable that wasn't a worry. Orion bent his legs in preparation, and as she stomped down, Orion would use the upward momentum and jump, bringing his legs up and around to slam her in the face, balancing just enough to ensure a straight shot on his spear. And of course, battle cries are necessary.

"BOOYAKASHA!"

Yes, he just quoted that. It seemed appropriate, vs. the freaking ninja of all people.

[Kazuya Hikari]

His eyes widening in surprise as his lip was bit down on by Aryn, pulling him down with her after he had tripped her, feeling her loosen her teeth on his lip, he'd immediately pull his head back just before the two of them hit the ground, both his hands slammed down on the ground on either side of Aryn, keeping him from ending up flat on top of Aryn.

Staring down at Aryn, he would push off from the ground with his arms, putting him in a sitting position, as the flame pillar would erupt from beneath them, engulfing them in a column of fire on all sides. As Aryn went for the immobilizing shot to his armpit immediately after, Kazuya would react immediately, and catch her arm by the wrist, making a "tsk tsk" sound and motion with his left index finger, before attempting to reverse Aryn's arm back towards her and pin her arm to the ground.

[Marcus Prasad]

Well shit indeed.

Marcus felt a spark of indignation on behalf of Levi, who had proven himself to be more than worthy an opponent. To see him get casted aside so casualy left him glaring at David as he continued his assault, gritting his teeth in frustration as every one of his punches were stopped.

The man had proven it before that he was a whole class above Marcus, but considering little details like being overmatched never seemed to stop him before, he pressed on, bleeding his frustration at being caught so flat footed like that out with each strike, determined to punch the man in the face for daring to interfere in a fight of such epicosity!

Instead, Marcus would take a length of metal to the lungs.

His breath exploding from his chest, which was hurting like hell at the moment, Marcus snarled, pinned the sword under his arm tight to his chest. From there he would snake his hand underneath the sword to grab Davids wrist, tightning his hand like a vice before, in one smooth motion, he reached across to grab Davids left shoulder and HAUL his entire body up into the air, swinging his legs up and around to trap Davids head between his knees before throwing his weight out so that David would be pulled forward allowing Marcus to roll him to the ground before straightening his crossed legs, Putting an amazing amount of pressure on Davids head and jaw.

[Aryn Valcoph]

Aryn managed to valiantly resist Kazuya's push..!

...for all of a second or two before her arm hit the ground and she winced. Sweat crept over her brow at the intent heat, but with his armpit exposed, the brunette twisted as much as possible to thrust her still-free hand for the presented target!

. o O ( Will check in with Corey about David's post. Response received! Corey says to skip him for now. Delilah, you're up! <3 )

[David B.]

Was... Was Marcus trying to hold onto his sword?

Why would he do that...?

Rather than just stand there to find out, he would attack the area Marcus left wide open when he started using both his arms at once- the lower abdomen. Stepping forward leisurly, he would bring up his right leg and kick for it, as hard as possible. This would be done in the aims of blasting Marcus back- right into Kazuya and Aryn, likely taking one of them with him in a shot of fire and bodyweight.

Unfortunately, this was done with only Marcus in mind. He had not noticed Levi put up his shields earlier, and therefore hadn't expected the kid to get up so quickly. Assuming Marcus went flying, A pillar of light would now be smashed into the left side of his head, ringing his ears and causing him to stumble to the right a bit. The other Pillars would not be so lucky.

Now, with a peachy little headache, David was fully aware of the threat of more of those pillars were going to add. So, he would whip up his blade up to slice the others as they got close. He would side-step and slice anymore Levi sent, while he moved forward rather quickly, heading for the man. Once he was close enough, the smooth and lightning fast sheathing of his sword would be followed by a right-handed uppercut, or so he planned.

[Delilah A. Black]

...there was only one problem with Orion's attack. And that was simply that he did not deal with the kick Delilah had sent towards his sternum.

So, as he jumped into the air, the kick would miss it's target by about roughly a foot, before he could gain the full height of his jump...to kick him square in the crotch, with all the strength her abused body could muster.

She would wince, as they would both have been committed to the action and hiss between her teeth in sympathy.

"Sorry, bro."

[Levi Kayamei]

OOC: JUST realized I'm after Delilah. T_T sorry guys.

IC:

Levi watched with a smirk as the first pillar did little damage and the other were nothing more than target practice, he had expected this. As soon as David began to approach, Levi used the distance between them to erect multiple shields in front of him as the Storm Dragon approached. Levi winced as his reserves began to let him know they were getting low, but he gritted his teeth as he made the shields denser and more compact to his form. Levi reacted as soon as David sheathed his sword, expecting an iaido technique, launching a fierce outside kick to the left side of his head where his pillar had hit. Unfortunately, he had only managed to possibly accomplish an exchange of blows, which he hoped he would survive with his shields in place. As the Storm Dragon's mighty fist made contact, one after another, Levi's shields cracked and shattered as summoned everything he had to strengthen them to resist the attack as his leg stayed on course.

"RAAAAAH!!!!.....UGH!!"

Levi's head snapped upwards from David's attack, a sense of vertigo taking hold over him. The shields had taken much of the power away, though he was sure that was only because of the time he had to prepare. Despite his best efforts to nullify the damage, blood began to flow freely from his mouth as he stagged backwards, eventually getting his footing. His vision vision was blurred and his Qi reserves had ran dry. His legs began to feel numb and he struggled to catch his breath as Levi managed to focus his vision and look at the man who could easily twart his greatest defenses with a smile.

"Guess.....you're not an elder for nothing......"

Levi's body finally gave out and his knees buckled as he collapsed onto the ground, his breathing steady and his jaw somehow intact with the pride that he had lasted even a meager amount of time against the Storm Dragon.

[Kazuya Hikari]

(OOC: Skipping over Orion for now, if he comes back, he can post after me then.)

Catching Aryn's other free hand with his free hand by the wrist as she went in for the armpit strike again, he would let out another "tsk tsk" before trying to reverse her arm back towards her and pinning it to the ground. A wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, there were two ways this situation would go.

If Marcus was sent flying by David, noticing a dark shape cast on him by the light emitted from the flame pillar, Kazuya would immediately hit the deck, flattening himself down, hopefully avoiding Marcus taking him along for the ride as the guy flew through the flame pillar. That's right, he just laid straight down on top of Aryn without any hesitation.

If Marcus was not sent flying by David, with both her arms hopefully pinned to the ground, he'd lean in towards Aryn, his face dangerously close to hers, and would continue to smile wryly at her, revealing his pointed canines... before going in to headbutt her, to hopefully knock her out.

[Marcus Prasad]

Kazuya and Aryn would now have a snarling and cursing Marcus sized ball of pain and indignation hurtling at them at high speeds, only to miss them both by inches after Kazuya dove onto Aryn, knocking them both out of his way. Sailing clean overtop of them, Marcus' adventure in flying would come to an abrupt end as he was put clean through the side of a laundromat.

The pain of his now broken ribs would keep Marcus out of the fight for now as he huddled between a pair of dryers, curled up in the fetal position hugging his poor chest. Each breath he took feeling as if he was inhaling broken glass.