Role Play Discussion

... and for a moment his eyes widened when he saw the sword materialize.

But he did not charge his opponent. The double edged blade in Kamoris hands and its use was not a mystery to him, and it angered him quite a bit. Taijiquan, fluent movements to strengthen health, both in body and soul, was something you used for self defense , not something you attacked with.

"How many forms Kamori, how many routines are used to wound a foe, when he is not even raising his sword against you? Do you really think I will make the first move? I am not a madman like Malcolm, and I am not as confident as Yuiko. I will certainly not engage you in melee combat as the attacking force."

One hand wandered to a holster unbuttoned it, and the Uzi fell out with ease, landing in his opened palm. The cold steel on his hand still felt strange, even after all the years of aiming, shooting, killing with it. The dark angel locked onto his target, blade in one, gun in the other hand and began firing a hail of bullets, clips on his belt that could be slammed into the empty weapon by simply bringing it down after emptying the old clip out ready. "Who do you think I am scum?!" He screamed, the look on his face was both desperate and a bit afraid "Who do you think I am?!" He kept pulling the trigger, and didnt want to stop.
~I do not want to die. I want to bloody live! For hells sake, why did it have to come this far?~

Kamori smirked as Agnafarius spoke. He himself knew of the many forms of Tai Chi or Taijiquan. He hadn't planned on killing Agnafarius but rather challenged him, seeing his flaws, his weaknesses, his battle technique and his level of power, though ultimately he would wound Agnafarius, there was no doubt about it.

Bullet upon bullet escaped the chamber of the Uzi as they traveled a great speeds towards Kamori who seemed to be unphased by Agnafarius's sudden outburst. He held his sheathed weapon out in front of him. His hand slowly grasping the handle of the blade. As both hands where secured on the weapon, Kamori began to pull slowly, the shimmering metal of the sword revealed the blade inch by inch then suddenly Kamori pulled the sword out completely. It shimmered and, as if commanded by the sword, the winds began to pick up, swirling around the battle field. The bullets seemed to obey the sword as they too began to drop ever so suddenly. With each shot fired, the bullet would simply fall to the ground, with no intention of harming Kamori.

He took a stance and circled his footing until he stood once more facing Agnafarius. His sword grasped in his hand like an extension of his body. With a burst of speed, Kamori shot forth, flipping over Agnafarius. He landed ever so silently behind Agnafarius and with silence so deafening, swung his blade.

He sheathed his blade and walked over to a rose bush. Plucking a rose, he sniffed it and smiled, "your time is not now, but soon Agnafarius, remember how close you where to death today and rethink your options more clearly."

Nonpareil wrote:


After the overdramatic display, Nonpareil noticed every tiny movement his opponent made, ending with what seemed to be a test of his own reflexes. Upon noticing the stone flying off the ground, Nonpareil simply pivoted inwards on his right foot and allowed the left part of his body to turn back, his left foot moving backwards in a half circle to allow the stone to sail by harmlessly. Although it could have been the aforementioned test of his reflexes, to Nonpareil, it only served as a means to unhook the scabbard from his belt almost completely. His cold, focused eyes staring back at his opponent with a look of confusion on his face at that last action, Nonpareil took the scabbard in his left hand and removed it from his belt, holding it loosely near its edge. If this was to be the kind of offense he was to expect from this man, this bout would indeed be shorter than he expected.

Written by: Beramode
A grave miscalculation had taken place somewhere in the five seconds it had taken the Immaculate one to close distance with Pendragon. There wasn’t any single blast and they weren’t coming from any set direction. Hundreds of softball sized orbs were collapsing on Weiss from every direction, the very same ones he had deflected in the opening moments of the match. Ducking would only leave his back exposed to the pellets raining down from the sky, but still it was his chosen course.

“Tch.” It was the only response to come from Beramode’s razor thin lips. In a world of infinite possibilities, the only single concrete fact in his mind of minds as he stared down on the Immaculate one from his upturned nose… was ‘tch’.

His body barely seemed to flinch even as the bullet hell swirled all around him, pellets of energy whipping by and grazing the tails of his lab coat or a stray lock of hair but always missing(even if by mere centimeters). Like Moses parting the Red Sea, the ocean of bullets split open around Beramode’s body, every blast that came too close to touching him being nudged from the side just enough to curve it off to the side, causing it to inevitably miss.

Could he really have expected any less? Beramode had already displayed enough mastery over his own energy forms to manipulate on a level so small it was invisible to the naked eye. So why did they think it was so simple to hit him with his own energy?

Regardless of the fact, Weiss would duck and dig his fingers into the grating. In a single fluid motion Beramode would drop into a crouch, stretching out a gangly limb in the time it took Weiss to initiate his kick, and grabbed the extended leg firmly around the ankle. For a dainty skeleton of a man trapped in a woman’s body, the scientist was surprisingly strong. Magic coursed through these veins, ingrained into the very nature of his being the same way Mako fueled the experimental SOLDIER; leaving the bones of his body thicker then the armor of a tank and the tightly corded muscles around them the cannon that it fired. If Weiss did in fact let himself get caught, he would find the vice like grip more then enough to hold him in place.

From there things would go from bad to worse. Beramode was by no means a fan of contact with other people and Weiss was not the exception to the rule. One of the many charges he had stored up would release itself directly into the Immaculate one’s body. This time it came in the form of an electrical charge, the white hot energy would flow into his legs and take a direct path up his body, until it finally reached his hand and dispersed itself into the metal grating below.

The effects would be twofold. The shock was going to be painful, no doubt frying every nerve ending in Weiss’ body that it came across. But more then that, the blast would relax his muscles, leaving him limp and helpless to fight as Beramode swung him up into the air and spun around. The third and final attack would take place in the form of the scientist whipping Weiss through the air by one leg, slamming him into the incoming wall of energy for a full spin and a half.

The combined force of Beramode’s supernatural strength and the magical bullets flying at high speeds would hit Weiss like the equivalent of several car crashes one after another. Whether the Immaculate one survived the assault or not Beramode would immediately release his leg, letting Weiss’ body fly where it may.

Of course none of this would happen if Weiss somehow managed to avoid landing his own kick inside of Beramode’s palm. But if he hadn’t been smart enough to figure out the last attack, then the scientist had little faith in him being able to avoid this one.