bunji
Raven Tail
Vagabond of Onibas
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Post by bunji on Jun 7, 2013 3:33:29 GMT -5
His demeanor was calm, and collected he shut out the sound of the crowd around him, they were only a distraction. His entire focus was on Fang, he knew this was not a fight to the death but he also knew that against an individual who gave off such a sinister aura it would be completely idiotic to take this lightly. Verus the lion shield was gripped tightly by the straps which wrapped it around its wielders arm attaching the two as one, and Priscus the sword was gripped in a more relaxed manner by his hand, he observed silently as Fang prepared himself for the battle. Crimson eyes observed his opponent carefully ready to take note of anything he could be able to use later on, then Bunji would take note of the liquid that seemed to come from nowhere. ’Blood?...From where?’ he thought to himself not having taken him long to identify the red liquid, however that was not the end of this odd occurrence before Bunji could try to solve the mystery of where this blood had come from he would find himself witness to a more bizarre spectacle. The very blood which was running down the man’s limbs now contorted itself, and took the form of two scythe like blades.
He was admittedly taken back by what he had just seen, but his mind could only come up with one answer, ’Blood…Magic? That means’ he thought to himself silently, he realized one thing if Fang could manipulate blood then if Bunji managed to land a decent cut, it would spell trouble for him. He would only be giving his opponent more of the substance he needed to turn this fight around, it is then that Bunji had another idea ’Instead of hacking, and slashing. I will try to rely on blunt damage as much as possible, it may take longer to take him down, but it will at least give him less blood to work with. There’s also the matter if he can manipulate my own blood? I hate fighting….’ he thought to himself, it did not matter if this situation had pushed him way out of his comfort zone he was already here, and there was no turning back the crowd, the ever watching Ayame, and of course the towering blood bending psychopath that stood before him.
The young man smirked as his mind attempted to settle his nerves, by showing him brief instances of a better time in his life, a time he shared with a certain someone. ’At least she would be cheering for me…Unless she’d be too lazy to do so…heh’ the focused eyes became softer, and he relaxed as his mind flashed with the fond memories. “Ah…to hell with it, let’s get this party started shall we!” he said suddenly a loud as he charged forward towards Fang, his shield raised in a defensive manner but serving much more of a purpose then a mere wall of defense it was shielding his glowing blade. Covering the distance between them, the young red head seemed to be charging head on yet at mid charge, he stopped moving his shield to the side, Bunji would have revealed the bright gold like blade he held in his hand now. However by this time he was already mid swing, standing at least six feet from Fang he would swing horizontally in effect releasing the concentrated energy from the blade in the form a yellow energy blade. This energy blade soared above the surface, lighting up the area around itself as it propelled itself towards Fang aiming to strike his mid-section, and leave one nasty gash if it hit.
’Shit!....I said I was going to go with blunt damage’ he thought to himself, but then chuckled at his own stupidity “Heat of the battle I guess” he said to himself in a whisper, as he stood keeping crimson eyes glued onto his enemy.
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