The roaring flames of their passion were hotter than the surface of any star. Could the crowd of onlookers see them? The wild brush fires roaring in their hearts? Could they feel the intensity of this very moment? The searing heat of their blood scorching the very veins it coursed through. Marine and Pirate. Winged Chun - The Flight of 1000 Hawks and Ryūha Bāri Bansū - The Ultimate Home Run style. Only one could leave this skirmish as "Number One Under The Heavens."
The silence was deafening. The air heavy under the weight of the two giants representing more than just themselves. The reputation of their opposing schools on the line.
Quiet.
What amounted to only a fraction of a second in time passed like an eternity to the voyeurs. Both had assumed more traditional fighting stances after their formal introductions, but with tensions mounting all the rest could do was watch on in dreadful suspense for the first move. Who would it be? Who would be the first to strike their fist at the heavens themselves? The sounds of scratching from Cisco's hind foot sliding backwards against the ground to slightly settle his weight were practically inaudible, a testament to his subtlety. This was it. The moment to strike was now. Sun appeared to be in the same train of thought, breaking forward toward Francisco in a kamikaze blaze of glory with a powerful kick off the ground. Clouds of dust wafting up in his wake as he cut through the space between them in a flash! The frame around Cisco's face darkened, his eye lids sharpening in reaction as he judged the oncoming speed of his foe. "Fast!" He thought, at this rate it was difficult for even him track. Fortunately enough, he had spent most of his life avoiding small objects moving at breakneck paces. It was a good time to put all of his master's training to practice.
"Left," his eyes mirrored. "Right," they returned. "Left," one final time he observed before — "NOW!" Muscles rippled and tightened, power surged to its peak, and his body exploded! Francisco's hips churned to the left, eyes locked on to the rib seeking punch with fine tuned precision and he swung from right to left! The shaft of the bat making contact with Sun's fist and sending it flying in the opposite direction. A bone shattering blow for any normal man, but he could feel the impact slip as it landed unclean.
Foul ball.
"Tch. Nicked it." He chastised himself. It really was more difficult than he thought would be, but there was no time to get upset over a ball out of play. He'd just have to adjust to the pitches on the fly. A chest full of air, he twisted immediately after the first hit and swung again in the opposite direction. A blistering, fastball smashing, horizontal swipe from left to right in the hit box of Sun's rib cage! Rightfully returning the favor! Could Sun hear it? The passionate flamenco music blasting in Francisco's heart!
Ryūha Bāri Bansū - [Eye Of The Tiger] After years of honing the Bāri Bansū style of batsmanship to mastery, Císco has developed extraordinary depth perception. Enabling him to track flying projectiles with relative ease. This is a passive technique.
Ryūha Bāri Bansū - Some no Mai: [In The Box] First stance of the Bāri Bansū style school of batsmanship, the ultimate Home Run style. [In The Box] is the cultivation of generations of baton wielders known as Bāttosai, developed to perfection over centuries. This stance allows the user to drive the power of a swing not from their arms but from the turn of the hips. +5 Strength when in this stance passively.
Ryūha Bāri Bansū - [For The Fences] A powerful horizontal slash with the user's weight behind it. If aimed at a physical projectile and the user's Strength overpowers the opponent's main stat, the projectile will be returned back with the same force. This effect can only be used a maximum of [5] times per post before it is placed on a one post cooldown.
Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2017 8:44 pm
"If what you say is true, the Winged Chun and Wool Shu could be dangerous."
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Clash!
The force of their combined might crashing sent a reverberating boom through the center of the streets. The first blow would end in a draw as the bat, which hadn't struck head-on, was not at full power but as a testament to the accented man's strength it was enough to snatch Sun's punch away and thus the momentum of his strike causing him to make a single off balanced step to the side. From just this single swing he could tell just how physically powerful he was; this man was no slouch. However, there wasn't a single second to revel in this before the follow-up swing was sent Sun's way! Dodge? No time! Block? But his swing held so much weight! Strike! But where? The bat was his only option.
As the bat swung from left to right this time Sun had chosen his option, and within that fraction of a second he managed to plant his feet for the sake of regaining his balance to intercept the blow. A second strike with his taloned fist, this time a left hook."Caaaw-wahtaah!"He cried. Talon struck wood as the bird could feel his muscles rippling from the vibrational force sent through his arm upon contact with Francisco's home run hit.'Strong!'He mused with wide eyes and clenched teeth. Though the wood itself was frail and cheaply made, the force behind it allotted by its wielder reinforced its raw striking power.
Another bellowing boom from their clash sent a ring of wind that scathed the sky and split the ground and walls of shops that dug into. The crowd look on it awe at the pair having a grand duel of rivaling schools right out in the streets of Carmine Town's most busiest district.
This round had gone to the man in white.
The force of his swing overpowered the bird's own talon fist but wasn't enough to knocked him off of his feet. Sun managed to endure the result as he relieved a hint of pressure from his soles and used his natural secretions dripping from them as an oil slick so that he could slide a few yards away but remain grounded. His fists still ablaze as the cheap constitution of Cisco's bat would be set on fire. The flames licking profusely at its base as their spread began. The the blow of the bat stung Sun now had a decent idea of how much raw power he was up against.
Once again, he was battle ready.
The balls of his chicken feet hopped once, twice, thrice along the hard stone ground at different gears as he shook the twinges of pain away from his fist; a little fancy footwork . Upon the fourth hop he took off, faster than before as he held nothing back! Again he swayed, however, this time it was from right to left. Right sway! Left sway! Then right again! Speedily, he closed the distance between the pair once more. However, once Sun began his fourth sway to the left, as if leaving himself open for another home run swing, he'd perform a blinding juke! Feinting left but really swaying to the right again! With his speed combined with the extra step to the right it'd place him almost behind Francisco. The vicious side step led to an immediate follow-up strike as another crackle of electricity surged through his leg this time, igniting the the oils coating his left leg."Crrrrayaaah!"A debilitating, blisteringly hot kick drove towards Francisco's side with enough heat to eat into his clothing to claw and sear the skin awhile breaking a rib or two in the process.
He could hear Francisco's passionate flamenco, but could he hear Sun's own ambitious drums and bass of heavy rock?!
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Winged Chun: The Ten Styles of Hawk — The Ten Styles of Hawk is a series of styles from a forgotten martial art created by ancient avian Minkman, once known as Winged Chun. It utilizes a Minkman's talons and claws, and in certain instances their beaks. Sun takes on a seemingly formless stance but it is simply a ploy to lure in opponents before striking with one of the Ten Styles of Hawk! In this stance, when Sun strikes someone with his talons he makes them to Bleed; causing them to lose [5] HP per post until the wound is properly cauterized or healed. Passive.
Flame Body — Sun secretes or spews out a highly flammable liquid from a special gland within his body. He commonly coats his rough, flint-like limbs in this substance which can be ignited by a surge of electricity, via Electro. When ignited, a controlled fire then covers his limbs in which he can use for combat, while he remains unaffected by his own flames. When striking his opponent, Sun's flames cause burn damage, dealing [5] HP per turn until the flames are put out via water or other conventional methods; or die down after [3] posts. Passive.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 4:05 pm
Crash!
Another trade of hotblooded blows! The fiery fist of Winged Chun, the passionate swing of Ryūha Bāri Bansū! A battle of wills! A clash of spirits! The force from their exchange billowed outward, booming an expansive shockwave that shook the ground and cracked the clouds. Both of them applying their strength to the utmost limit of their capabilities until a champion emerged.
Ground ball. Get to first!
It seemed the first victory would go to Francisco, in a battle of raw brute force strength he edged out his competitor by a hair's breadth — knocking Sun back skidding a handful of yards with the excess power. "Shaa!" His thoughts celebrated, swinging arm wildly thrown about behind him after contact. This was his Ryūha Bāri Bansū! The Ultimate Home Run style! And there was nothing more dangerous than a pinch hitter in rhythm. He promised a home run, and Sun would feel the next one in his bones!
Francisco took time during their brief recess to limber himself up for the next at bat. Shaking his head left and then right he cracked the joints in his neck. With a pop, crack, pop. Rolling his shoulders loose for that flexible snap. He could hear the crackle of Sun's residual flames beginning to slowly devour the wood of his bat. The rising heat causing the blood in his hand to rush down, tinging his skin a soft pink hue. So what? With his pride as the master of Ryūha Bāri Bansū on the line he would rather die than put this bat down! "Five, maybe six more swings in ju'. Poor soul. Rest at peace knowing ju' were in my hands until the end." Innately connected with his weapon of choice, Francisco rounded a ballpark figure of just how long before his bat burned to ash. It was a fight against time now; he'd have to end this quickly.
Sliding his feet back into position beneath him, he assumed the traditional battle stance once more. Beckoning his feather-lined foe to come at him with everything he had by turning his head to the side and spitting at the ground. Amber eyes resolved with steel. "Come!" The Sultan of Swat challenged. They'd settle this now.
One hop, two hop, three hop, four.
The stage was set for their dramatic conclusion. The title "Number One Under The Heavens" on the line, Francisco was up to bat in the bottom of the ninth with an empty count — Sun on the mound warmed up for the pitch! He reeled up and let loose! It was a scorcher of a sliding curveball! Francisco dug his feet in, aiming to hit it out the park in one go! It curved right, then swung left, another right; he'd seen all this before. Was that the limit of Sun's abilities? That trick wouldn't work on him anymore! He'd already become accustomed to the speed! "Next is left, don't toy with m-" He paused. Where in the hell did he go? It took a fraction of a second, a sudden realization that perhaps he was the one who underestimated his opponent the most. The blistering heat from the flames behind him, Francisco couldn't even fathom when he got there. "Chit! I won't make it!" He choke swung (a tight swing) downward on instinct, aiming to match the blow with raw might despite their split second difference in timing. "Guuurrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaah!!" A desperate cry voiced his struggle as he tried to swallow the whipping kick with brute force. The loose fibers of the bat splintering from the weight. "Damn, damn, dam—" Cisco failed to finish, the awkward position of his arms not providing enough leverage to draw upon his power and he was sent flying to the left. Rolling once, twice, three times before skidding back on his feet concealed amidst a scattering cloud of dust.
He'd been walked.
Wrinkling the right side of his face, he winced in pain. Feeling a rib dangling freely from the impact, probably broken. His skin sizzled from the flame feeding on his clothes. He wasted no time! Curling the slender fingers of his left hand and tearing them right off his body as he charged forward to take first! Frantically picking up his feet into a raging sprint to close the gap and tossing his slow burning clothes at Sun as a distraction, Francisco dug in his heels for a massive horizontal swing. The position of his flaming bat peaking through the side.
Ryūha Bāri Bansū - [Eye Of The Tiger] After years of honing the Bāri Bansū style of batsmanship to mastery, Císco has developed extraordinary depth perception. Enabling him to track flying projectiles with relative ease. This is a passive technique.
Ryūha Bāri Bansū - Some no Mai: [In The Box] First stance of the Bāri Bansū style school of batsmanship, the ultimate Home Run style. [In The Box] is the cultivation of generations of baton wielders known as Bāttosai, developed to perfection over centuries. This stance allows the user to drive the power of a swing not from their arms but from the turn of the hips. +5 Strength when in this stance passively.
Ryūha Bāri Bansū - [For The Fences] A powerful horizontal slash with the user's weight behind it. If aimed at a physical projectile and the user's Strength overpowers the opponent's main stat, the projectile will be returned back with the same force. This effect can only be used a maximum of [5] times per post before it is placed on a one post cooldown.
Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 6:47 pm
"If what you say is true, the Winged Chun and Wool Shu could be dangerous."
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The second round was his!
With his crafty sway he'd forced his opponent to improvise which caused his surefire home-run hit to fail. Sun could feel the full force of his inflamed foot drilling into the man's side and a rib snapping in the process. The contact was satisfactory. The momentum following the kick led Sun into a quick three-sixty spin as he landed just in time to watch Francisco careen off an a miniature series of rolls but still managed to scramble to his feet. Damn, it wasn't enough! Sun stared his opponent down, his mind quickly analyzing the difference in power. It was brief and clear, Francisco was incredibly strong, but it was in agility where Sun held the edge. Had they gone blow for blow Sun was sure he would come out worse for where so what he lacked in raw firepower he needed to make up for in nimbleness and creative wit.
Flames of war crackling and sizzling from the red hot embers that were his talons. He beckoned the thief to come forth and face justice as Sun was far from finished!
To his surprise it was his opponent that would start the third round. However, Sun was no Spring chicken, thus he wouldn't just wait around for the man's strike. For when one took off into a mad dash, as would the other. Their hastened steps even in count and precision in time, however, Sun had bit back a hint of raw speed to prepare himself for another clash. The arms that flailed behind him as he ran came to the forefront just as Francisco made his move! The flaming patch of cloth was used as a distraction and thrown his way, such trickery! Sun could have used his wit to guess where the man would strike from. Should he dodge right? Dodge left? Jump up? The answer was none of the above, he'd drove straight through! The cloth wouldn't completely hinder his vision for in the visage of his peripherals had been the blazing bat being wielded just as Sun was about to reach his mark.
Such a wide swing...
Had their speed been evenly matched, the bat surely would have struck its intended target after the bird was baited by the burning cloth. However, Sun bit back his speed no more and peaked his pace with a sudden shift in gears. With his talons ready the Winged Chun warrior knew that he didn't need to fully see his opponent to know where he'd been. Such a wind up was not only difficult to perform on the fly, meaning he'd have to -- at the very least -- dampen his pace, but the wideness of the swing itself left him open to anyone who could reach him in time; and Sun knew he damn sure could!
He feared not the flames that ate the cloth for they were his. In fact, he would reap his burning talons forward while lunging towards Francisco`s gut; the man's swing would be halted before its full horizontal arc could be completed. His flames complimented his blade-like nails and cut through the sizzling piece like a hot knife through butter; they would do the same and tear into the batter's full stomach should they make contact. Sharp enough to cause tear off his flesh but hot enough to almost immediately cauterize the deep wounds.
Still, the man would be left with some serious lingering burns that could further hinder his performance alongside sextet of long scars running along his abdomen.
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Winged Chun: The Ten Styles of Hawk — The Ten Styles of Hawk is a series of styles from a forgotten martial art created by ancient avian Minkman, once known as Winged Chun. It utilizes a Minkman's talons and claws, and in certain instances their beaks. Sun takes on a seemingly formless stance but it is simply a ploy to lure in opponents before striking with one of the Ten Styles of Hawk! In this stance, when Sun strikes someone with his talons he makes them to Bleed; causing them to lose [5] HP per post until the wound is properly cauterized or healed. Passive.
Flame Body — Sun secretes or spews out a highly flammable liquid from a special gland within his body. He commonly coats his rough, flint-like limbs in this substance which can be ignited by a surge of electricity, via Electro. When ignited, a controlled fire then covers his limbs in which he can use for combat, while he remains unaffected by his own flames. When striking his opponent, Sun's flames cause burn damage, dealing [5] HP per turn until the flames are put out via water or other conventional methods; or die down after [3] posts. Passive.
xxxx justice is a swift hand plucking a rotten carrot!xxxxxxxxxx
Standards of brief were different depending entirely on who was questioned about them. What may have seemed a short exchange to the woolly food demon, was in actuality twenty minutes of waiting whilst a poor baker ran around trying to get the fairly large order together in a timely manner. Benjamin spent most of this time tapping his foot in agitation, both from the incident with the entryway and from being held up by the size of Baram's order. When at last the baker had completed putting together the sheep's order Benjamin was careful with his exit, pulling the door open and holding it for his partner in justice. "I'm not an idiot Baram!" There was no truer a statement. Benjamin had a fairly good head on his fuzzy little shoulders, it was simply that in some cases he acted far before he thought of any possible consequences.
With their snacks acquired Benjamin followed behind Baram, stopping when the sheep had chosen her picnic location of the day. It was by no means scenic but then Baram usually cared more for the beauty of the food she had, not of what was around her. Baked goods were truly her weakness. One simple fritter, cake or crawler and you could kiss almost all coherent thought good-bye.
Soft tapping brought Benjamin out of his own head and back into the real world. A tiny fluff riddled hand was patting the bench upon which its owner sat. It took but a single hop for Benjamin to cross the distance and land softly upon the bench, reaching into the box of pastries almost before he landed. The spoils of the swift little grab? A single of piece delicious carrot cake with a gorgeous arrangement of light and creamy cream cheese frosting layering the top and two sides. The fabled and choice corner piece of a square cake! With deliberate care Benjamin devoured the spiced cake and when finished he spoke, hoping that his afterthought wasn't too late. "Perhaps we should save something for Sun? He would likely appreciate it, being a chef and all." A genuine care for the new ally they had acquired back at home base. "Speaking of such... let's go Baram. We have a town to patrol and then an ally to acquire." A single hop had Benjamin down from her perch upon the bench and another had him a vast ten feet down the street, waving at his foodie friend. "Hurry up! The pirates aren't going to bring justice to themselves!" With those words the bunny took off at a quick pace down the street, peeking down alleyways and hopping onto rooftops, pausing every so often, looking for lawbreakers obviously. Little did he know, that not far away, he would indeed soon find just what he was looking for.
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”Buh we jush got heah…”
They hadn’t even sat down more than five minutes and Benjamin had already gobbled down his snack and hopped off of the bench, seemingly keen on seeking out their new friend and continuing on with their fun little vigilante adventure. Well, they probably weren’t vigilante adventures since they were members of the Navy now, but with Benjamin, every adventure felt like a vigilante adventure. Thus, the sheep sighed, looking at Benjamin, then at her box of goodies, then at Benjamin again, as he scampered off down the road, immediately turning a sharp corner into an alleyway, reappearing again upon a rooftop after scaling a wall or two.
Baram-Yu stared.
Then she sighed and shoved one more Danish into her mouth, gripping it with her teeth as her hands carefully folded the box lid shut, making sure each flap slid right into its respective slot before she wiggled her way off of the bench, reaching out to grab her half-finished box of goodies before she held it above her head once more. The troublesome bunny was already a fair distance ahead of her, but Baram-Yu was sure she would find him.
She always did.
Thus, with a ‘Hup!’ she hoisted her box above her head and scurried after the vigilante bun-bun. She would have shouted and yelled for him to keep up if not for the fact that her mouth was full of pastry.
Oh sweet, delicious pastry. At least baked goods would never lead her astray.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2017 6:36 pm
Skssssssssst!
The gravel beneath the soles of his boots hissed as he dug in with all his might. Shoulders dropping, biceps clenching, his slender body tightened for the home run hit! His eyes widened in a fury, an acute level of concentration overwhelming him for this one moment. Could he land the base hit and bring it home? He needed to focus, a mind clouded by unnecessary thoughts would only hinder him here. Sun's speed had gotten the better of him before, a heinous error on Francisco's part. Overestimating his own abilities he was blinded by his hubris and suffered a walk, but with one on third and one on first — Sun finally had his full attention!
Vacant. Empty.
Even now as his furious fowl of a rival had begun to kick it up into high gear, his face remained fiercely determined. Amber irises devoid of their pupils he devoted all of his sight strictly to the ball. He could feel it coming, a pitch strong enough to set his soul ablaze! If it was Sun, then he'd meet him. There would be no tricks, no gimmicks this time — despite his earlier ploy this could only be settled with their best moves. And so he wouldn't hold back, gritting his teeth for the big one as Sun's sinking fastball came flying in hot! Piercing talons cleaving through his Sunday bests, the Sultan of Swat's trajectory remained undeterred. A wide and brutal wind shearing swing aiming to take his opponent's head clean off the shoulders. Had he gone daft? Surely even he, no matter how hotblooded he may be, knew the futility of getting a clean swing off this close and in this position. Perhaps all of that rolling rattled loose a few screws in his head. Maybe, brimming with confidence, he had been caught up in the moment and overextended himself far beyond his means. Whatever the case, Sun was right in his assumption. It was impossible.
The scale of their skirmish perhaps if viewed through ordinary eyes may have been a little too fast to follow, but for the extraordinary it was like watching two snails go toe to toe. The duration actually couldn't have been longer than sixty seconds to the notch. A mere minute. But in that insanely short time they had come to know each other's habits, their strengths and weaknesses without uttering a single word to one another. Communicating solely through their fists in a volley of clashing ideals and conversations only they could hear. That's why Francisco was so sure Sun would come at him head on, he was proud. And that's why Sun was so certain he could outpace Francisco's swing, he had done so before. All of this led to the final period of their definitive statements. Sun's being "Impossible." Francisco's, "It is." Those with extraordinary eyes should have watched carefully as he confirmed this fact with his own power. Sliding his top right hand down the flame-ridden shaft of the bat to stop it short! His swing never completed because that wasn't the objective in the first place! The second pillar of Ryūha Bāri Bansū, [Rodo Za Beisesu]! Baiting the pitch with the ultimate defensive batting technique — !
Ryūha Bāri Bansū - [BAT UNDERNEATH THEM - B.U.N.T.]!
His hand searing from the dancing flames of Sun's secretions, Francisco stepped a foot into his guard as they collided. The third pillar of Ryūha Bāri Bansū, [On Fasuto]! Pushing the tips of Sun's claws up from underneath and then gently back by locking his elbows. A soft bunt to ensure he didn't go too far for the follow-up. And now in the bottom of the ninth with the bases loaded and two outs — Pinch hitter, Francisco Eduardo Castillo F. Rodrigo de la Cruz V, is at bat for the Carmine Pirates and he takes the plate southpaw! Switching hands after stepping into his own block by placing his flaming right on the bottom of the pommel. The pitch is up and it's a soft one! Sun floating up and back just how he likes it, you just can't give him those. Cruz digs in and swings for the fences to bring his boys home! With no ground to kick on, he bet it all this time! A haymaker of a swipe set to send Sun back to last week! Ryūha Bāri Bansū, last pillar!
Ryūha Bāri Bansū - [Eye Of The Tiger] After years of honing the Bāri Bansū style of batsmanship to mastery, Císco has developed extraordinary depth perception. Enabling him to track flying projectiles with relative ease. This is a passive technique.
Technique Name: Ryūha Bāri Bansū - [BAT UNDERNEATH THEM - B.U.N.T.] Description: A defensive maneuver that lures the enemy into a false sense of security by feinting the technique [For The Fences]. As the swing reaches its apex the user suddenly stops and places their free hand on the back of their bat as a brace, blocking a baited attack with the broad side. The ultimate Home Run style's counter to counters! If aimed at a physical projectile or attack and the user's Strength overpowers the opponent's main stat it will be returned back with the same force. This effect can only be used a maximum of [5] times per post before it is placed on a [1] post cooldown.
Technique Name: Ryūha Bāri Bansū - Tsugi no Mai: [Switch Hitter] Description: Second stance of the Bāri Bansū style school of batsmanship, the ultimate Home Run style. [Switch Hitter] is a mirror image of Ryūha Bāri Bansū - Some no Mai: [In The Box], allowing the user to swing ambidextrously with their non-dominant hand to the same effect. +5 Strength when in this stance passively.
Ryūha Bāri Bansū - [For The Fences] A powerful horizontal slash with the user's weight behind it. If aimed at a physical projectile and the user's Strength overpowers the opponent's main stat, the projectile will be returned back with the same force. This effect can only be used a maximum of [5] times per post before it is placed on a one post cooldown.
Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 10:26 am
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Springs couldn't bounce with the efficiency that Benjamin was showing. From rooftop to rooftop the small bunny boy made his way around the pirate laden village. A short pause at was all Benjamin took between each jump, primarily so he could raise his hand to his eyebrows and scout ahead. The Scout's Code of his old village was a litany running through his mind. Simple rules that both he and Baram had been raised with, rules that protected both the scouts and the villagers. First Rule of the Scout's Code; No one gets left behind. "Where are you bird brain?" Not concern or worry, but curiosity. He may not have known Sun for long, but all the same Benjamin would still call the chicken an ally, and one didn't simply leave an ally in a place like this. So the mission had slightly changed. What had once been a simple patrol and snack stop had now become a game of Find the Chicken in the Deep Fryer. If it took too much longer, Benjamin might have to resort to using the Den Den Mushi that all marines were issued.
Eyes on the streets, Benjamin could spot no crimes in progress, though the crowd did seem fairly rough, compared to what he was accustomed to. An eye opening experience one might call the journey to Carmine Town. Shifting to another roof Benjamin looked back to his woolly friend on the streets below. "Keep an eye out for that chef! We need to find him and then get back to base... And besides I've got a funny feeling in my ears." His warning delivered to the much less aerial sheep, Benjamin hopped once more to another roof, glancing about as he did. A small cluster of people were all very obviously moving directly towards or away from a specific location, almost as if seeking it out or avoiding it. Pausing the rabbit took a moment to take stock of the area, before turning and beginning to move in the direction of what might be a ruckus, or perhaps just a foul odor.
The sounds of battle rang through the distance, filling the ears of all within the shopping district. Surely lurkers both strong and weak watched this marvelous spectacle of battle between the Winged Chun and the Ryūha Bāri Bansū. To the pair of combatants however only the other existed in their eyes.
Sun's dual-swipe had struck gold! Yet, his sharpened talons sunk into something much denser than the pit of the man's gut. The deep ka-thunk of striking splintered wood caused him to perk up at attention.s**t!An unexpected block and yet Sun pushed his all into that attack so he didn't have time to pull away and recoup so easily. He'd been read by his opponent, someone who appeared as a ruffian, a vagabond, it was a wonder how he kept so calm and composed in battle even as tempers -- and limbs -- flared. Sun was reminded of himself in a sense. Had this been another life he was certain that they could've been brothers-in-arms.
The bird of prey could feel his body being hoisted up from its current position and sent skyward. His visage clear as his nail were released from the flaming bat. He could see the pinch-hitter at bat, winding up his home-run hit just as the bird reached the arch of his aerial backflip. Ironically, Sun was probably the most vulnerable in the air, he hadn't yet mastered the proper technique to completely nullify this weakness. To all on-lookers the hawk appeared to be a sitting duck; was his goose really cooked?
Sun was painfully aware of his situation but he'd also been keeping note on the bat ever sense he'd set it ablaze. It was made of cheap wood and had only continued to splinter and decay ever sense the flames started eating away at it like a battalion of starved termites. It had several swings in it left, half a dozen at most, however, every time Sun struck it he felt the wood soften and crack just a little more; wearing its durability down faster than Francisco could have expected. If Sun couldn't aim his attacks at the wielder, then he would just go after his weapon instead!
Blaze! O' Flames of Wrath, Devour All!
Within him, Sun constantly secreted his oily chemicals to keep his fires lit along his sharpened embers. Although, with a sudden sizzle of crackling electricity jolting across his body again, he reignited the flames; causing them to rise from his talons in a blaze of glory. At the completion of his involuntary but quick aerial back flip, he'd reap his searing talons down onto the weary and worn bat as it come forth with all its might."Pppprrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" He'd shout at the top of his lungs. The battlecry of a true hero! Reinforcing the flames that already ate away at it while drilling his claws into and then through the weakened constitution of its base after a brief power struggle. So as Sun chose to clash head on with Francisco's swing once again, he would do so this time not with the mindset of defeating him in a battle of power, but instead, he'd completely dismantle his instrument of war with a six-pronged strike that would leave the body of the bat in shambles. Disemboweled burning chunks of flaming pinewood.
The raw power from final blow would send Sun flying off into a handful of burlap sacks filled with grain and a couple of oaken crates, tossing rice, wood, and dust into the air; however, victory would smile upon justice this day!
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Winged Chun: The Ten Styles of Hawk — The Ten Styles of Hawk is a series of styles from a forgotten martial art created by ancient avian Minkman, once known as Winged Chun. It utilizes a Minkman's talons and claws, and in certain instances their beaks. Sun takes on a seemingly formless stance but it is simply a ploy to lure in opponents before striking with one of the Ten Styles of Hawk! In this stance, when Sun strikes someone with his talons he makes them to Bleed; causing them to lose [5] HP per post until the wound is properly cauterized or healed. Passive.
Flame Body — Sun secretes or spews out a highly flammable liquid from a special gland within his body. He commonly coats his rough, flint-like limbs in this substance which can be ignited by a surge of electricity, via Electro. When ignited, a controlled fire then covers his limbs in which he can use for combat, while he remains unaffected by his own flames. When striking his opponent, Sun's flames cause burn damage, dealing [5] HP per turn until the flames are put out via water or other conventional methods; or die down after [3] posts. Passive.
Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2017 8:37 pm
Hnnnnnng!
Grating groans grit through the skin of Francisco's clenched teeth. He claimed the home run, loaded the bases, and now he needed to deliver on his promises. The final clash and parting exchange of ideals between the two schools would be written in history as an ultimately and utterly unremarkable skirmish over the precedence of one cheap bat. Perhaps the most extraordinary moment of the entire affair was the mundane beginning. Left to be exaggerated and surely lost to the annuals of time. But, if the suckling generation of the future could one day read back on this day there would be only one statement — a proud and resounding epilogue that could be surmised in two words.
"I win."
His words. His statement. And although they both poured the depths of their hearts and souls into the last fleeting collision of their ideals, only one of them could walk away with their bid for the title "Number One Under The Heavens." While Francisco had claimed his stake, the victory was a Pyrrhic one. Their strikes caused the air to stutter, a heap of weight pulverizing the cobblestone beneath his feet. His commandeered bat screaming, a combination of air moving through the porous flame-ridden wood and the cracks from the force of his swing. Stretching and swelling until finally the collective might of the two clashing titans caused it to — POP!
Finally giving way to the demands of its unforgiving wielder and the constant stresses of the prey it sought to destroy, the bat splintered into millions of pieces. Essentially evaporating into nothing more than charcoal scented dust as Sun flew backwards in recoil. Landing in a pile of trade goods, ruining some poor unfortunate merchants profit. Now, once again, weaponless. Francisco had no means to challenge Blackbeard and prove himself as the greatest Pirate King hopeful. And Sun had no means of proof to arrest him with, the evidence — quite literally — going up in smoke. In a battle with so much to lose and even more to gain, it was hard to say if anyone had truly won at all. That was in its own way a fitting end to such a mediocre start in a narrative that held little consequence to the world at large. Pointless. But, Francisco was too tired to continue on with this farce any longer. Lacking both the desire and the fortitude to finish an enemy off in traditional fashion, and he held the sneaking suspicion that his hand may or may have not been on fire. Perhaps the smell of burning flesh should have tipped him off to his own sorry state of affairs, but with the adrenaline coursing through the labyrinth of his bloodstream beginning to wear off. It was the unbearable pain that spurred him to action. Stuffing his right into the mound of dirt and debris beneath his feet to choke off the oxygen in a half-baked attempt to not lose his fingers. It worked.
"Justice my a**." He responded to his fearsome foes unspoken words. Groggily stumbling off into a dark alley before finally collapsing into a pile of trash. Tired, beaten, burned, and hungry, he slept. Peacefully.
As Baram-Yu scampered along, the sound of conflict grew louder and louder, but she had long since lost sight of Benjamin, and her hearing was not nearly so keen as a bunny’s. She did her best to follow the sound of combat, the sound of booming impacts and splintering wood but it wasn’t long until she was in a neck of the sprawling alleyways and urban corridors that made it seem as if the sound was coming from all directions at once. Though she had a vague idea of where she was supposed to be going, it was only that: a vague idea. She moved constantly, but with little certainty. She turned here and turned there, and before she knew it, she was back where she had been a full thirty seconds ago, having sprinted around the perimeter of the same stoic brick building.
Things only became harder when the last booming pang of violence and conflict seemed to ripple through the air before it tapered off into silence. There were no shouts. No cries. No gunshots. Nothing. The chorus of conflict had ended and now, there was only a vacuum that was being filled only with dust and soundlessness. Her sprinting slowed as she walked along slowly, poking her head in and out of alleyways and around corners as she scanned the rooftops, hoping to see Benjamin’s furry ears poking out over the edge. Unfortunately, she had no such luck.
She had just begun to consider fishing out her Den Den Mushi when she heard the sound of shoes scraping over dusty cobblestone and her ears wiggled in excitement and she scampered forward to intercept the source. “Excuse me, sir, could you… Err…” She stared at the man before her, but the man didn’t seem to see her. His hair was a shade of grey that Baram-Yu had seen on a rock that she had nearly tripped over five minutes ago, and he seemed to be grumbling something about justice.
Huh. Maybe he had just met Benjamin?
“Sir? Excuse me? If you could…” The man rounded a corner, trudging into a particularly dark and gloomy alleyway before he collapsed onto a pile of trash. Baram-Yu stood at the mouth of the alleyway, staring for a few long moments. She thought to ask if he was okay, but she didn’t wish to pry. Perhaps the man lived here, in his decadent little lair of trash and darkness. It wasn’t Baram-Yu’s ideal lifestyle, but who was she to judge? She had known plenty of ratfolk back home that loved stuff like this.
Regardless, it didn’t seem as if this man would be of much help to her. Poor dear. He looked like he had had a rough day.
Still, she approached him, creeping closer and closer, then placed her half-finished box of pastries onto his back. It slid off and with a squeal, she rushed in to catch it before it fell onto the floor, nearly tumbling into some unsightly yellow fluid. It looked like it might have been orange juice two weeks ago. She didn’t want to risk it.
She gripped the sides of her box, trying to figure out where to put it until she set her eyes upon a sack of trash. It looked to be the most recent sack of trash present, and it didn’t stink nearly as heavily as the rest. She set her box upon it, and watched for a moment to make sure it didn’t fall. It didn’t. “I’ll just leave that there for you, ‘kay? You look like you need it more than I do. The apple pie is particularly good, so don’t let the rats get it, alright?”
Her only answer was silence, and she was okay with that.
She gently pat her box to make sure it was secure before she stared at the grey-haired hobo. Then, with a satisfied nod, she turned and scampered back the way she had come, resuming her search for a rabbit and a chicken.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 8:26 am
xxxx justice is a swift hand plucking a rotten carrot!xxxxxxxxxx
Silence over the cityscape before him. It was slightly unnerving for everything to be noisy and then somehow drop to a hush. Pausing in his search Benjamin could only hope for some sign that his friend hadn't been drawn into a mess. As his tiny rabbit eyes scanned the horizon, they caught sight of smoke curling up from a street not far away. It was no grand fire, just the light haze from what might be a small campfire or... Turning Benjamin made his way towards it. It was by no means a long journey for him, especially with the advantage of going over rooftops. In no time flat Benjamin dropped carefully from the rooftops to the ground below, finding for himself the cinders of a small stick and... a ruined pile of sacks and crates. Nestled inside the pile was a single bird. A bird man in fact. Walking towards his new ally, Benjamin swiftly plucked up some water and graciously offered it to, Sun. "Here... Now explain what happened. Who turned you into a poultry dish?" A short pause as Benjamin awaited his response, even while he offered the bird a hand up. "Do we need to put out a warning in the area for someone dangerous?" as the words were spoken Benjamin's small eyes would fly around the area looking for someone in the midst of committing some heinous crime. He had after all, already attacked a marine, there wasn't anything this person wouldn't do! Soft words would be uttered; "I hope Baram is okay..."
Having been knocked into sacks of packaged goods and grain the chicken in rice wearily gazed towards the sky. Flames long since snuffed out. His body didn't want to move and no matter how many signals his mind had sent his limbs just wouldn't react. After a few tries he managed to lift his head up just enough to peer dizzily back towards the street. He needed to finish this! Much to his shock the gray haired man could be seen off in the distance, through Sun's visage he was nearly a blurred spectacle that headed through a dark alleyway. To his satisfaction, however, the stolen bat had now been reduced to cinders thanks to their final clash. Sun smiled a victorious, proud smile before coughing whilst adjusting his position, a trickle of blood cascading from his beak.
He had to get up. He had to make the arrest! Lithe limbs shuddered and shook as he tried to scramble onto his chicken feet. He only took a pause upon hearing a family voice. Through wincing eyes he peered over to the sound to find Benjamin offering him a helping hand, a weak yet sprightly chuckle escaped him from the poultry joke. He accepted the hand but was still slow to get to his feet. "Long story short, I tried apprehending a thief. Didn't go as planned."Sun answered in between mild huffs of him catching his breath. His hands hurt like hell, he was pretty certain that there may have been a broken bone or two in each of them but he still had enough adrenaline pumping to keep most the pain away. Sun nodded his head towards an alleyway, parting himself a pace or two from the bunny to regain his composure. He wobbled and stuttered but he managed to snag his previously discarded backpack -- shocked that no one had stolen it. Probably due to the street brawl."C'mon. I think I saw him headed that way, where the alleyway is. He's probably as messed up as I am. I got some good licks in."Sun huffed again. He was still prepared mentally for another fight, but his small body was starting to wear down; it showed in his exhausted hobbles.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2017 5:20 pm
Baram-Yu
Minkman • Assassin • Marine
It took a considerable amount of mental effort and fortitude for Baram-Yu to resist the urge to turn around and run back to the hobo with the pastries. It wasn’t that she was feeling regrets about giving up her baked treats that she had meant to save for Mr. Who Rang, but part of her was indeed a little bit concerned about the well-being about her pies and danishes. Would the rats get them? She hadn’t seen any rats while she had been in the alleyway, but there was always the possibility that one would appear, and that was truly tragic. Those baked goods were meant for the hobo, but the thought of hanging around and standing guard until the man woke up brought along its own collection of problems. After all, though she wouldn’t have minded watching over a pure, innocent soul, she certainly didn’t want to startle him when he woke, whenever that was slated to be.
Thus, she ran, and ran, and ran, until she rounded a corner and crashed face-first into Benjamin and Mr. Who Rang face first, the rest of her big, wooly body following as she slammed into her comrades. Fortunately, her wool absorbed most of the hit.
xxxx justice is a swift hand plucking a rotten carrot!xxxxxxxxxx
A thief?! On Benjamin's watch?! Such a thing would simply not be stood for! Taking in Sun's state Benjamin could only determine that there was indeed a formidable opponent about in Carmine Town. After all Sun couldn't simply be some weak creature if he had been admitted into the marines. Those without resolve were quickly weeded out of the basic training! Nodding at his ally Benjamin made mental notes. First they would need to canvas the area and ask the people if they had seen the suspect. Then they would need to actually make the arrest. Patting the taller Minkman tribesman on his shoulder Benjamin nodded solemnly. "We'll get the perp! We can't just let such a vile villain escape without real justice! You did well in such unfavorable odds. I am proud to call you my friend!" shining conviction in each word. Pride shining from small bunny eyes. It was in this moment of heart warming honesty that a single amorphous blob of wool would make its appearance.
Whumf! A soft sound of wool colliding with rabbit fur before Benjamin would find himself flung forward into Sun by the momentum of his own childhood friend. 'Et tu, Baram? Et tu?' the soft words passed through Benjamin's head only briefly before a face plant into chicken breasts were his current dish. The tangle of limbs that would follow would probably have given most perps all the time they needed to escape. Luckily Benjamin made quick work of escaping the woolly death trap and the clucking clinger. Standing erect he could direct the most vile of stink eyes towards Baram before taking a deep breath to calm himself. "Alright. Here's the situation Baram! A perp stole some object of great importance to the town's continued existence and Sun tried to apprehend him. He put up a fight. We're now in this situation. Sun thinks he knows his location. We'll follow and he leads. If a fight starts you'll take point with Sun to back you up. I'll guard the rear for ambushes. Move out!"Commands given the Bunny general motioned for Sun to help direct Baram to where she needed to go next.
