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| | Sourpowa Training (10 Parts!) | |
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Azmot Admin
Character name : Azmot
Clan : Dai-Ruct
Disease : Not Diseased Usable Gates : Ichiban
Niban
Sanban
Yonban
Angels/Demons Killed : 0 Angels / 4 Demons
Posts : 239 Ryo : 34428 Fist Bump : 3
Character sheet Ken: (61/61) Ippō: (61/61) Sourupowa: (10790/10790)
| Subject: Sourpowa Training (10 Parts!) Mon Oct 24, 2011 8:21 pm | |
| Azmot walked along the roads of hell, the dirt lit on both sides of him with a hellish torrent of fire. The blazes trickled and roared until they piqued at 15 feet, in which there tips gingerly touched before going back down, splashing away as if it turned to liquid before dissolving into nothing. The hellish tendrils were fearsome, but harmless to someone not from the realm of the living, which Azmot certainly was not. He was an angel in Kami's ranks, a Mid-Captain at that! But that was about to change, if Azmot's calculations were right. (Which they were, no homo.)
Azmot wore a red over shirt, with a green long-sleeved shirt resting underneath. His hair lay lower than normal, the magical wig stuck in place by his faithful friend, Getushi. Whom, for the record, was against Azmot's ridiculous plan in th first place, but were getting to that. The wig's locks were long, glimmering a magenta of sorts as it shined in the light. Fake, lifeless wings dragged at his movement, as if they were disabled like some sort of paraplegic. These, too, were fake, only sown onto his clothes at the last second. He wore blue pants, the deep sapphire almost soul stealing in it's catching appearance. (This is what his infected form will look like, Also, due to it being the first manifestation of his darkness.)
The typically angsty Azmot was on Hell for a selfish and selfless reason. To kill 10 Demons. This, even though 10 did not seem like a great number, it is typically unusual for an angel of his rank to actually GO TO HELL for such a task, as he had no support or way out if Shinigami got wise. Hence the Angel of Death attire, though he hoped that no one would really notice him due t the fact that he was pretending to be an Arch-Angel to kill Demon-Kind, an act highly forbidden in Heaven unless strictly given permission by Kami. Which he was not.
It didn't matter to him, though. Because if he succeeded, Azmot could simply rip off his wings and pretend that he was playing as a demon, and get off scotch free. In fact...
RIIIPPPPPPPPP
The sound echoed throughout the lonely road, signifying that Azmot had abandoned the very idea of posing as an arch angel, probably saving his hide. Throwing the fake wings into the fire, Azmot approached the town, known as Resklojter, and looked around for it's famous fighting rink.
Hell's Behemoth
A large sign read in big yellow letters, and what looked like blood dripped from it's "H" and "L" letters, dropping into a gutter placed specifically for it's purpose.
Azmot walked in, Pulling Nothung out of the sheathe behind his back. His Soursodo, the image of his strength, shimmered in the pale light of the arena. All motion stopped, as if they smelled the Purity on him. Which they could, but it was no big deal. Stepping into the empty rink, Azmot awaited his first challenger.
{Fight 1}
A hulky, green-skinned demon floated in on his wings, coming face to face with Azmot within a matter of seconds.
Hey, pipsqueak! I'mma kick your angel ass until you beg me to stop. Then I'll LITERALLY shove my foot up your ass so hard you'll beg me NOT to stop! The giant said, his breath reeking of dead fish and rotten meat. He stood at 8 feet tall, way on the fat side, and even seemed to attract filth. His round, bald head was infected with warts, slight hairs growing crooked from each one.
The demon retreated to his corner until an official appeared, only passing by to yell "GO!"
The demon flashed towards him, flying at high speeds until he was in fist length, in which Azmot responded with his own flight, catapulting over him and landing faster than the demon's mind could react. Taking Nothung, Azmot spun, thrusting at the fat arm of this ugly beast. Almost like puss, blue blood shot out, a couple drops landing on the angel's left hand. Instantly, the area went numb as if an anesthetic was applied. He also found that he couldn't move it, which meant that this demon had a type of defense mechanism in his blood. Azmot made a mental note to keep safe.
GRAGH! You little bitch! I'll make you pay for that! The tyrant bellowed, turning and performing a slash at his torso. The sound of clothes tearing was clear, and it knocked Azmot back a couple feet.
Focusing, the Angelic Teen looked down to count the slashes. 2. Blood poured from them, gashing into his clothes and staining his disguise. If Azmot got moving, though , then it would heal faster; but damn would it hurt.
Getting up at a stagger, Azmot allowed the demon to charge at him, Sword wielded with both hands to enforce strength. He backed up so that he was almost touching the ropes, an evasive stance forming from his body. 10 feet. 5 feet. 2 feet away. Azmot made his move, ducking under the demon's legs and sliding, allowing the cumbering oaf to hit the ropes and fall, right on to Azmot's up pointed sword. Landing on the Demon's neck, the sword forced it's blue blood upwards, fuming towards people in all directions. As a large glob came towards Azmot, he could only close his eyes in horror as it cast a shadow over his face.
He waited. One second, then two. Nothing happened. Peeking up, Azmot found that all traces of the demon were gone, instead replaced by a taller, thinner one. This demon had blue, birdlike features with lizard-like skin, it's red eyes cut with two black irises in each eye. A rather nasty looking being, but at least this one had proper attire on, unlike the shirtless caveman that had once attacked him.
Azmot stood up, noticing that Eclipse was sheathed and his scars were gone. Apparently, this arena has some sort of healing affect if you won, and an evaporating effect for if you lost.
"I'm... Ok?" Azmot asked himself aloud, checking his body for signs of wear and tear. There was none. He even felt refreshed. "What happened to the other guy?" he asked the cyan demon, with no avail.
I am your next opponent, he was your last. He is Gone, I am not. Who should toy focus more on? It cackled in an extremely educated voice. It moved towards it corner, as did Azmot, as they awaited for the official's releasing words.
(I want my Sourpowa NOW, dammit! Give me the appropriate amount now, and for each one so on until I finish, if you would kindly oblige me. | |
| | | Narora Senoku Founder/Low-General Class
Character name : Narora Senoku
Clan : Senoku
Disease : Hemophiliation Usable Gates : -
Ichiban
Niban
Sanban
Yonban
Goban
Rokuban
Angels/Demons Killed : 0 Angels / 0 Demons
Posts : 503 Ryo : 23349 Fist Bump : 1 Age : 29
Character sheet Ken: (227/227) Ippō: (221/221) Sourupowa: (11050/11050)
| Subject: Re: Sourpowa Training (10 Parts!) Mon Oct 24, 2011 8:31 pm | |
| Originality: 100%
Training: 70% (could use more Detail)
Post Length: 1000+
Sourupowa up by 900! (que cheesey upgrade music) | |
| | | Azmot Admin
Character name : Azmot
Clan : Dai-Ruct
Disease : Not Diseased Usable Gates : Ichiban
Niban
Sanban
Yonban
Angels/Demons Killed : 0 Angels / 4 Demons
Posts : 239 Ryo : 34428 Fist Bump : 3
Character sheet Ken: (61/61) Ippō: (61/61) Sourupowa: (10790/10790)
| Subject: Re: Sourpowa Training (10 Parts!) Tue Oct 25, 2011 10:54 pm | |
| {Fight Two}
Azmot's mind pumped heavy with thick adrenaline, anticipating the demon's powers before they fought. It was a psychic, no doubt, but Azmot wasn't sure what tree of powers he had inherited. From it's slender features, he deducted that it was part of the Kari Nigasa clan, but there were three different branches within that clan!
It truly killed Azmot to know what his opponent was and know nothing at the same time. Azmot was so enthralled in his thoughts that he didn't hear the announcer declare "Go." Instantly, the blue Akuma disappeared from sight. Snapping into focus, The angel immediately raised his sword horizontally, searching for the demon before it could attack.
Transportation? No... Camouflage. He thought, worried at the possibilities of what lay ahead. The demon could very well slice his mind, or even create illusions... All options were the greater of two evils.
The area of one spot to his left flickered, as if something had replaced the image with the exact same image, only with yellow lighting. The strange distortion in light was in the shape of the tall, slender demon.
"Got ya!" Azmot shouted, taking a stab at the bent light. However, the image stabbed was that of his friend, Narora, who recoiled in pain. Blood sputtered from the Angel's mouth, as if something had burst inside his chest, were Azmot had stabbed Eclipse through.
"A-Azmot... Why?" Narora asked, dropping to his knees. His eyes glazed over as the life spilled out of him in the form of the forbidden crimson blood. Spewing, almost like a geyser, the floor was drenched in the Maurine ichor.
Tears quickly flew to Azmot's eyes, uncontrolled and semi-spiteful. "Why?H-*sniff* How?" he said, his grip on Nothung loosening. Suddenly, Narora's voice was heard throughout his mind.
Your fault, Azmot. What a disgrace as an Angel.
May Kami forsake you!
"No. No. NO!" Azmot yelled, a flame erupting from his body. His Sourpowa's aura was clearly visible, while his senses were greatly increased.
I will not accept this! Said a voice that was not Azmot's, yet completely native in it's own right. To Azmot's new eyes, the image of Narora faded away, replaced by a bloodless floor. You are an Illusionist, no? The empowered angel said.
Appearing behind Azmot, the blue demon held a wicked long-sword, the blade made of Stygian steel and black-root for the hilt. You noticed. But you will not survive knowing this secret! he said, thrusting the sword towards the awakened angel's back.
Without a word, the disguised sword of Kami spun into the attack, blocking the strike with a simple horizontal slash. As the demon struggled to surpass the power of Azmot, yet he simply could not.
What made you so strong? the light blue demon asked, wondering how to obtain such a power. The beak-like features of it's faced twisted in a form of pleasure and fear at the same time, enjoying the thrill of the fight.
This is, Azmot said, suddenly pushing his sword forward and flying the demon back The power of Ichiban! This was the second time he had ever opened the gate, the first time in battle. His power was doubled, easily allowing him to destroy the demon's trickster magic.
Even after the demon hit the ropes, though, it did not give up. Standing, two clones split form it's body, then shuffled together at un-watchable speeds. These, unlike the fake Narora, were not illusions. These had a physical body made of Sourpowa/Yokai.
Now, try to get us all! They said in unison, charging at Azmot in a beat & rush type fashion. The one on the left of him attacked aerially, slashing towards his neck with the Stygian sword that the original had wielded once before, forcing Azmot to pivot on his foot to block it (Since he is right handed.) The force behind the attack was minimal compared to the first, so Azmot realized that this was a clone even before it evaporated into nothing.
You fell for it! The center one said, sliding on the floor with the black sword pointing towards Azmot. On his knees, it looked like he was a rock-star going for the grande finale.
Lifting his foot, Azmot round-housed the flat side of the blade, kicking it away. Hopelessly, the demon stopped short of Azmot, who still had his sword high in the sky. Taking the chance, he swung downwards. Then, like before, everything disappeared.
Azmot was out of the Ichiban, back to normal with on sign of the blue demon. With a sigh, he awaited for the next challenger to appear. Strangely, a bulky Daisuke walked into the ring, his sword stronger than it had originally been. (Daisuke = 5000 Sourpowa.)
"Dai-Daisuke? What are you doing here?" he asked, not realizing that the demon boy would not recognize him under his disguise.
Do I know you?He said. Before Azmot could Answer, the official came buy, casually saying "Go!"
{Fight 3?}
Daisuke made the first move, not caring about his question, and charged towards Azmot in haste. Daisuke literally "Warped" to him. His Soursodo smashed against Azmot's Torso before he cold react, causing the feeling of crushed ribs to course through his body. Instantly, he fell to his knees, powerless to stop the attack. Blood spattered out of his nose, making him look like he was a two year old who just ran into a door.
Looking up, Azmot watched in horror at the sword's tip was already at his throat, coming down like an iron pendulum. Blackness surrounded Azmot as he was deemed hopeless, left forever to drift in an endless abyss.
{Fight 2} (CONTINUED)
The image of darkness shattered, Azmot awaking to reality. After he had slain the second clone, the real one had hypnotized him with a bloodline technique, putting him into a state were it was impossible for him to win.
The real one now stood behind Azmot, his sword thrusting at the Angel's back once again. Die! the baby-blue demon cackled, laughing insensitively as he thought he won the match.
At speeds of an average eagle, Azmot flew upwards, then backwards, dodging the demon's foreboding slash. Floating atop of him, Azmot said 2 words. Good day.
Azmot's sword flew downwards as he threw it, splitting the demon in half as green blood spilled everywhere for just a moment. Then, the scene reset, Azmot out of Ichiban and awaiting his next challenger. This time, though, it was no trick. | |
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Character name : Narora Senoku
Clan : Senoku
Disease : Hemophiliation Usable Gates : -
Ichiban
Niban
Sanban
Yonban
Goban
Rokuban
Angels/Demons Killed : 0 Angels / 0 Demons
Posts : 503 Ryo : 23349 Fist Bump : 1 Age : 29
Character sheet Ken: (227/227) Ippō: (221/221) Sourupowa: (11050/11050)
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