soul society, a training ground for soul reapers

[Deaths Comrade]

Dagold was on his way back from a class when he saw the sparring grounds. His previous opponent seemed to be about to face off against someone with a fun looking sword. He decided to go watch, knowing his body wasn't ready to go back to intense combat just yet.

[Tigerious]

Having heard what the lieutenant had just told the newcomer, max tossed aside the practice swords and removed the blindfold so that he could see his opponent. he then reached up and pulled both swords from their sheathes.

Max could feel the two spirits's excitement in anticipation of the pending battle as he readied himself.

[Zkin]

Seke sighs resignedly, and takes a deep breath with closed eyes as his body slowly assumes a defensive stance.

When he again opens his eyes, something about him has changed. You find it at best difficult to put your finger on, but it is almost as if -

The thought is cut short as he abruptly springs at Max, bearing his oversized polearm with impossible speed. Max instinctively and thoughtlessly blocks; to his credit, he holds his stance even as the incredible momentum of the blow pushes him backward three yards.

It is immediately apparent to him why the lieutenant has chosen this opponent for him, even if it is obvious the man was mistaken in his choice of adversary: the great weight and length of the weapon make it, while supposedly slower, too forceful to be blocked by any normal combatant; and the length makes it easy for this fighter to keep his adversary out of striking distance. But this man knows no such slowness; he wields his oversized weapon as if it were made for a fight of dexterity and outflanking.

A flash of steel signals their separation, and the fighters briefly stand three lengths apart. And, with another brief glint in the evening light, the battle proper begins.

This post has been edited by Zkin on Oct 21 2009, 08:12 PM

[Deaths Comrade]

Dagold's adrenaline began pumping watching the fight start. "Don't even think about it boy, you are still in rough shape. A fight against me is not recovered so easily."
"I know, I'm just itching to put this power to use."

[Zkin]

Swish, swish.

Max finds it difficult to work his way around the fast-moving blade as he is slowly pushed in circles dodging and weaving. Seke does not seem interested in landing a blow; rather, he is seeing if he can get Max to overextend himself, to slip up, perhaps trip on something for not being able to look where he is going. But Max suffers no such lack of environmental awareness, even using the uneven ground to make Seke's assault that much harder.

Experience tells the onlookers that the easiest way to deal wish Seke would be to wait for him to tire out; and, while it is apparent that Max is quite capable of dragging out Seke in such a manner, it is also quite obvious that Max will not let the fight go so; and that Seke realizes this.

The fight takes an eerily slow pace compared to the ferocity of their earlier exchanges, as Seke's blade arcs out an even tempo that is just faster than the time Max would need to close an opening and strike him. It is, for Seke, somewhere between a conservation of energy, and a dire taunt; for, behind his flat but intent expression is a cruel intelligence that sees the emotional in the physical while being itself apart from it - the eagerness of Max's fury, the control it might offer over him if properly handled.

An intelligence that is completely alien, contrasted with Seke's usual cheery disposition. There is something... wrong, here...

[Tigerious]

OOC* i think i need to go back and change one of my characters special attacks, as it is i think the last two are technically the same thing. ive actually been thinking since i have two swords and litarely twin spirits maybe one of the specials should be like a clone of me the only difference is that the clone has different clothes or a slightly different look and both only have one of the two swords(like seeing both sides of the same coin). what do you guys think?


*IC*
the twin spirits had been arguing with each other about the kid, his tactics, weapon and how to deal with them. their arguing had been taxing max's patience and his focus.

max having had enough of their argument snapped "be quite!!" he yelled at them. They promptley shut up though noticebly angry with him for his intrusion in their argument. His full focus and attention now returned to the fight at hand.

with a speed he hadnt demonstrated before. max blocked a blow from the boys weapon with The right hand sword, barely flinching under the weight of the heavy blow. without giving the boy a chance to respond to the block, He attacked with an equally strong swing of his other sword aimed at the shaft of the boys weapon.

Max intended to either throw the boy off balance or break the weapon, he hardly cared which.

[Deaths Comrade]

"This fight is child's play." Dagold said aloud, speaking towards panthra.
"Indeed, but they, like you, are students. Do not think you are almighty with this new power, or you will end up dead."
"Yeah yeah I know, you don't have to remind me." Dagold got up to see if he could join the fight.
"Don't even think about it, just sit and watch. It is rude to interupt a one on one fight."
"You kidding me? I made that rule remember? I just call winner."