Onigiri
Low Class Poster
Posts: 18
Race: Human
Dice: 3d51
EXP: 4,920
Zeni: 3,146
HP: 765
SP: 3,510
Transformations:
Power UP!!! (+d10)
"Super" Human (Perm. 3d)
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Post by Onigiri on Mar 8, 2018 20:21:55 GMT -5
''Y-you're that assassin, aren't you!?'' It was a question the man known as Onigiri had been faced with in increasing amounts as of late. As he gained traction in the criminal underworld, so too did his infamy grow. It was almost a foolish question to ask, even; multiple dead bodyguards armed to the teeth, all felled by a man in a martial artist's outfit using only his bare hands as his instrument of murder. Folding his arms across the chest of his white gi, he'd open his mouth to a sneering, confident grin. ''So you've heard of me. Better yet, you can't even place a name. Good. That tends to cause problems in my line of work.'' ''What have you got against me, anyways!? I don't even know who you are! What are you after? Money? A supplier? I can give you anything you want, no problem!'' ''Tsk tsk.'' Waggling his fingers a few times to punctuate his point, Onigiri would continue. ''I have nothing against you. In fact, I barely know anything about you. I only know what I need to know. I've never even seen you before outside of right here in the now.'' ''So, what!? You just stomp in here and murder my boys for fun, and i'm next!? What kind of sick bastard are you!?'' ''I'm not the one who has an issue with you. I'm just the tool, the weapon if you will. Think of them as the gun, and i'm merely the bullet. I don't care about your squabbles or your problems. I have a reputation to uphold, and it seems to me you managed to anger someone you shouldn't have.''In a flash, the stressed and panicking man reached to his boot, withdrawing a single-shot backup pistol. Aiming and firing at Onigiri, the assassin would freeze, clearly surprised. Clutching near his torso with a surprised look caused his victim to leap to his feet. ''Yeah!? How about that!? Some assassin you are, huh!? Not today, buddy!'' Grinning once again, Onigiri would peel his hand away from his torso and reveal the small-caliber bullet pinched between his fingers. Dropping it harmlessly onto the floor, he'd step forward to back his target against a large window overlooking the traffic-filled street. ''You don't seem to understand.'' Drawing a hand back, he'd slam his palm into his target's torso with hooked fingers, digging in and tearing flesh on impact and launching him through that window. ''There's a reason they sent me!''Shaking a few droplets of blood from his fingers, he'd turn and head for the roof access, snatching a briefcase along the way as a squad car pulled up to the scene, where the victim of this contract lay sprawled out on the smashed-in hood of a car. While they took their time investigating, Onigiri made his escape. Using the adjacent rooftops as an escape route, he'd grip onto a pipe and slide down to make his way to street level before taking a small set of stairs up to a vacant apartment, using his Qi to shatter the lock through the door handle. Once he was inside, he'd quickly pack away his ''work'' outfit into the briefcase and switch into his sharper ''civilian'' outfit. Making his way back outside, he'd begin to slowly stroll away from the scene. All he had to do was make it back to his safe-house and his money should have been waiting for him there. He found himself disappointed, though; he'd found himself without a decently challenging contract in quite some time...
Fresh off the job, Onigiri is on his way to a safehouse! But will it be smooth sailing after all?
300/300 HP 2d30 6/6 GP
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Dian Xin
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 88
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Human
Dice: 3d44
EXP: 2,384
Zeni: 809
HP: 660
SP: 5,094
Transformations: Makyo Mutation
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Post by Dian Xin on Mar 8, 2018 21:17:33 GMT -5
West City, the most bustling city on all of Earth II. Buildings towered above Dian Xin as he walked down the busy streets, his sword tight to his side, occasionally drawing the mistrustful glance from civilians who acted like they had never seen a sharp piece of steel before. Not that he could blame them. As popular as the martial arts were these days, weapons still tended to attract some negative attention, especially in the more. . . civilized parts of the world. Dian Xin just wished that the everyday citizens did not look at him as if he was a murderer willing to strike. . . Suddenly, the harsh sound of glass shattering broke out across the street ahead of him, followed by a sharp metallic crunch. It was as silent as a grave for what seemed like an eternity, but soon enough a cry went up: a man was dead! Murdered! Thrown from the building. Dian Xin's senses were assaulted, both physical and spiritual, as his mind rushed to focus as the scene unfolded: somewhere up ahead, he sensed a higher than average ki, coming from wherabouts the cry had originated. Scowling, he pushed his way through the crowd, gripping the hilt of his blade, pushing people aside with his shoulder until he arrived at the body. It was clearly murder. The man's broken, bloody body was strewn helplessly on the hood of the car. . . the work of a real expert and a real butcher. The man's flesh was torn to bits. Purple eyes tried to make sense of the scene, looking up at the nearby building that now framed a shattered window: the murder scene, he realized. Even the police seemed shocked as they arrived on the scene. Slowly, an anger took him; how dare someone kill so violently? Murder was evil, wrong! And now, Dian Xin felt compelled to bring the killer to justice. . . even if he had no idea where to start. Well, he had a small idea. That ki. It was awfully suspicious to sense a super power near the source of the crime. Time had moved quickly and Dian Xin's mind rushed to track the ki. Suddenly, through focus, he had found it: the energy was moving, and Dian Xin followed it. It did not take long for the hybrid to stumble upon what he thought was the owner of the power: a sharp-dressed man. Quite frankly, he thought, the man did not have the look of the killer. Moreover, he looked like one of the successful businessman who frequented West City, but still. . . Dian Xin had to start somewhere. Dian Xin chased after the man who was casually strolling away. "Sir!" he exclaimed as his red haired self approached, "Sir, can I speak to you for a few minutes? About the murder?" Onigiri Dice: 3d43 EXP: 1,130 HP: 645
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Onigiri
Low Class Poster
Posts: 18
Race: Human
Dice: 3d51
EXP: 4,920
Zeni: 3,146
HP: 765
SP: 3,510
Transformations:
Power UP!!! (+d10)
"Super" Human (Perm. 3d)
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Post by Onigiri on Mar 12, 2018 17:01:24 GMT -5
As he made his merry way coolly and calmly through the crowds of the city, he'd make sure to keep his still slightly bloodied hand in his pocket as he carried his briefcase in the other. If anything, it would just add to the illusion that he was far too busy to check out what was going on. His senses began to alert him, however, that he was being followed. A powerful Qi, one more potent than his own by a good degree, had begun to trail him. Just when he thought this was going to go smoothly it seemed as if he was going to have to attempt to talk his way into his clever escape. He couldn't give away that he knew he was being tailed, however; letting off the information that he could sense Qi would only add to the suspicion. Men and women hurriedly bumped past him to get a clear view of the murder scene, while parents eagerly hauled their children away from the grisly scene . Onigiri kept his composure, however, even as he felt that other energy get nice and close. He was called to, causing him to slowly and smoothly turn around.
A red-haired young man with pointed ears and a blade at his hip was hungry for information, it seemed. He appeared too...casual, to be working with the police. A freelance detective? No, it couldn't be. Not with that weapon, at least. Onigiri would stop in his tracks to let the young man approach. ''The murder, you say? Is that what all this commotion is about? I thought it was just a collision. It's the city, after all. I did find it a bit odd that so many people are rushing to go see it. I don't know how much I can help you, but i'll share what I can.'' He would nod confidently. Oh, he knew all about it all right. He was just more focused on keeping up his facade to try and throw this little would-be hero off of his trail. Times like this were where the assassin's trade got peculiar. Most others would simply lash out and tack on another target to cover their tracks at the first sign of suspicion, but Onigiri held himself to a higher standard. He had no quarrel with this sword-slinging young man, and his contract was finished already.
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Dian Xin
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 88
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Human
Dice: 3d44
EXP: 2,384
Zeni: 809
HP: 660
SP: 5,094
Transformations: Makyo Mutation
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Post by Dian Xin on Mar 12, 2018 22:54:37 GMT -5
The man claimed that he thought it had been a collision. . . Fair enough, thought Dian Xin. The man's logic was sound enough. After all, it was the busiest city on Earth Two. Accidents were bound to happen- even bloody ones. But this was no accident, not by a long shot. Unless suddenly, cards started chucking people out windows and tearing chunks of flesh from their chests. If that were the case, Dian Xin was very glad he had never learned to drive a hovercar. "No, sir," muttered Dian Xin gravely, "not an accident. I was the body. It was murder, bloody murder. The guy who did it has to be a real piece of work. Out a window and with enough force to carry him out to the street and crumple a car. Not the cleanest guy, though. . ."Dian Xin nodded to himself, pretty certain about his assessments- proud of them even! Though basic, he certainly thought well of them. Maybe he ought to have been a detective instead of a wandering warrior- hardboiled, like out of those long running corner store comics, with a wide brimmed hat and a heavy grey overcoat, cracking cases and condemning criminals with all the steel and grizzle of a man who has seen his fair share of murder. But back in reality, the young man was just trying to figure things out. "Okay, lemme ask you a few questions then," he said, still playing the amateur, rookie detective in his head, instead of letting professionals like the police handle it. Young, intrepid warriors had to stick their nose into everything, didn't they? It was practically a rule for adventuring! "So, did you hear anything? Like screams or an altercation?" he asked, "Or did you see anybody odd hanging about the scene? You know, anybody unusual-like. The kind of sort that look like they're up to no good."In his mind, Dian Xin had a certain picture of a killer, probably once again brought on by media. After all, killers and monsters did not look like well-dressed, sharp looking men. . . except when they were suave guns for hire, cold as ice, secular as steel. But in Dian Xin's mind, this kind of murder had to be commited by a gruff-looking man, the sort that was built like a truck, the kind of fellow that had the muscle to do it, even without the ki to back it up. Maybe this guy knew something. . . Those with such high battle powers tended to be more alert as a whole! Onigiri
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Onigiri
Low Class Poster
Posts: 18
Race: Human
Dice: 3d51
EXP: 4,920
Zeni: 3,146
HP: 765
SP: 3,510
Transformations:
Power UP!!! (+d10)
"Super" Human (Perm. 3d)
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Post by Onigiri on Mar 19, 2018 14:14:07 GMT -5
Onigiri almost wanted to smile when the young man noted how the killer must have been ''a real piece of work''. He knew that in this current situation, staying under the radar remained to be what was most important. Keeping that fact at the forefront of his mind was what allowed him to remain stone-faced, and even feign contemplation at who could have done such a terrible act. ''Hurled through a window down to street level, with enough force leftover to damage a vehicle? What was the state of the body? It sounds like you saw more than I did. Any bullet wounds?'' That was just the icing on the cake for Onigiri, of course. Once the police entered the building that the man fell from to investigate the other half of the crime scene, they were going to be in for a shock. No sign of gunfire from the offender's end; in fact, most of the guards inside the place died in much the same way. So, then, that left another question. What kind of weapon could cause that kind of damage that didn't fire bullets? What weapon was it then that found itself capable of besting several bodyguards armed to the teeth? The investigation was going to take quite a long time, which worked in the hitman's favor. Outside of needing to discover all of that, why did somebody want him dead? Onigiri knew precisely why.
He was questioned if he'd heard or scene anything strange. ''Not really. Though I did find it very strange I heard the sound of glass breaking, then a scream, and then what sounded like a collision. I figured something else was the matter, but I also mused that there were many other witnesses who would have seen or heard much more of what happened than I. I didn't see anyone fleeing the scene, either. Perhaps they took off the other way?''
There was a good deal of shady business coming out of that skyscraper ever since it underwent new management. What other building on the block outfitted their guards with gear like that? While it all seemed like smooth sailing, Onigiri's firm eye contact with the would-be detective soon broke. A young lady in formal attire sat, looking stressed, crumpled over a cup of coffee as the police assaulted her with questions. He'd met her eyes with his own for just a moment. She seemed nervous. Onigiri had spared that one. His code was as solid as steel; she stood no threat to him, and made no attempts to stop him with force. She was one of very few in that building that didn't have to die.
His thumb flicked across his fingers in those deep pockets of his slacks, scraping away fragments of dried blood from his still rustic colored fingers. He'd keep them concealed all the same. At this point, Onigiri figured if the young detective had gone over to speak with that survivor of the incident, he would have all the answers he needed. The assassin wouldn't blame her for it, after all. The blonde-haired man had a very different moral view on assassination contracts than most people. He'd keep quiet about her for now, but if the detective was indeed as perceptive as he was coming off he would have noticed the exchange of glances.
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Dian Xin
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 88
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Human
Dice: 3d44
EXP: 2,384
Zeni: 809
HP: 660
SP: 5,094
Transformations: Makyo Mutation
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Post by Dian Xin on Mar 20, 2018 15:01:31 GMT -5
It seemed the man was almost entirely oblivious to the situation. Did he not even take one sideways glance at the scene? Or was he just that disinterested? That seemed. . . odd, to Dian Xin, even for someone who looked like they spent a good chunk of time in the city. Wasn't there a saying? About something looking like a car crash and people not being able to look away from it? Perhaps the man was immune to tragedy or worry or even morbid curiosity. Which would not make any sense at all given the man's sudden interest. . . maybe the man was just busy and did not have time to waste on what he thought was a hovercar accident?
"The body," said Dian Xin, indulging the man's questions, "was in pretty rough shape. No, no bullet wounds that I could tell. No, it looks more like an animal's killing. . . it's just bloody. It looks like someone took a chunk out of his chest when they killed him. Almost like the perpetrator had claws or something. . ."
Dian Xin said this last part to himself, almost as if he was puzzling over some new revelation in the case. Claws? That very well could be. . . animal folk and shapeshifters had claws- or could have claws- and there was no counting out alien killers as well. . . West City was like a melting pot; a little bit of everything, even the occasional extraterrestrial that came to Earth for some business or another. Maybe that business included killing?
A hired killer. . . now wasn't that a scary thought? Someone who traded human life for cash; the thought disgusted Dian Xin.
Dian Xin has been deep in thought when the blonde man spoke again, rousing Dian Xin from his reasoning and his- admittedly fantastical- thoughts. The man suggested that perhaps there might be other witnesses. . . A thought that had occured to Dian Xin, but he had been so focused on the source of unusually high energy, he had opted to ignore the mundane people around him. Dian Xin looked back at the blonde man, but for once, the sharply dressed Earthling was not looking at him. . . instead, the man's eyes had drifted elsewhere. Dian Xin frowned softly, and his own gaze followed that of his interviewee and arrived upon a woman, being interview by police. Another witness? The man's gaze lingered on her for a moment. . . how odd, thought Dian Xin. Had the man encountered her earlier in the day, long before the murder?
"Right, right," muttered Dian Xin, still thinking hard on the matter, "good call. I think I know where I'm headed next."
Dian Xin turned his purple eyes back on the man and offered him a small nod, a bob of flesh and red hair. "Thank you for your time, sir," he said, somehow not certain this would be their last meeting.
With that, Dian Xin went back to the crowd and hovered around the police and the distraught woman, waiting and biding his time before he saw a parting in the sea of cops: their attention was elsewhere now, some new task appearing before them. Seeing an opportunity, Dian Xin slipped in and approached the woman.
"Excuse me, miss," he asked, "do you mind if I ask you a few questions about the murder?"
She cocked her head at him, scared, eyes big like a startled animal. Streaks of black ran down her face from where her tears had melted make-up. She looked at him helplessly- opened her mouth then snapped it shut.
"Miss," he continued, "I'm trying to help in solving this case, so any information would be helpful. Any at all."
She nodded and whimpered. "I. . . the blonde man," she stuttered, "the one who you were talking to. H-he killed them all- all of them but me. He has to be the one responsible for that."
"The blonde man?" asked Dian Xin, confused. That man was responsible? For that kind of killing? And supposedly more? The man who Dian Xin had just spent all that time talking to. . . a murderer, right underneath his nose.
"Are you sure?" he asked. The woman nodded shakily. Dian Xin grimaced in response. It seemed that a new development had just occurred. . . Dian Xin had some more questions for the man.
"Thank you, miss," he said, "I'll take care of this."
And with that, Dian Xin departed from the woman and went back the way he came, speeding off in search of the man, following his energy. "Sir!" he called out into the crowd as he moved, hoping the man would respond, or else Dian Xin would have to really move to catch him, "Sir! I need to ask you some more questions!"
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Onigiri
Low Class Poster
Posts: 18
Race: Human
Dice: 3d51
EXP: 4,920
Zeni: 3,146
HP: 765
SP: 3,510
Transformations:
Power UP!!! (+d10)
"Super" Human (Perm. 3d)
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Post by Onigiri on Mar 20, 2018 15:57:03 GMT -5
While he carefully tailored his responses in an attempt to raise even more questions and run his interrogator's mind in circles, he would hide a soft smirk. His glance to the surviving woman was more of a tip-off than anything. He knew with as strongly as this bloodhound of a young man was on his trail, it was only a matter of time before he would be caught. That fact meant that he just needed time to prepare. His current outfit wasn't going to do him any favors in a fight, at least. He'd be able to buy himself enough time for that much. He wasn't worried about police interference, either. To be honest, they were more of a joke compared to him than the armed thugs had been, and he hadn't even released his spiritual limiter yet. The reading he was picking up from his interrogator was something exceptional, so he knew he would need a couple of moments to prepare. Right when Dian Xin mentioned that he knew where he was headed next, Onigiri smiled. ''Here's hoping you find what you're looking for, young man.''While of course the swordsman wouldn't see the statement as a threat, the clever wordplay caused that smile of his as he began to depart in the opposite direction. He would duck down an alley, and then quickly begin to create distance. Not too much; it had to be precise to go along according to his plan. Opening up his briefcase as he entered the basement level door of a nearby building leading to a maintenance tunnel, he would leave that briefcase and suit behind inside it as he'd quickly swapped to his much more comfortable martial arts outfit. The dark, cavern-like tunnel soon began to alight with ghostly white energy, Onigiri posturing himself as if closing his hands around an orb in front of his body. Through a careful, practiced cycle of breathing, he felt his network of Qi begin to spark up like a warm flame. Something deep down told him the boy would come searching based on that signal, and that was exactly what the assassin wanted. He would quickly loose a blast of energy to destroy the briefcase and the outfit inside to better cover his tracks. The tunnel grew cold and dark once again as Onigiri made his exit. Attempting to disguise himself over an area rather than have his Qi signal pinpointed to one spot, he would allow his aura to blanket the area around him as he waited, ascending a nearby fire escape ladder to watch the alleyway from a good vantage point. As soon as the swordsman showed up after finding out the truth, Onigiri would be waiting for him. ''You should have left well enough alone.''
Onigiri releases his ''Qi Limiter'', powering up to 2d40! (Setting Item)
Initiative (Human ''Craftiness'' Trait Bonus)!
Using 2x Gains Token!
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New HP value: 400/400 GP: 6/6 2d40 1d125
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Dian Xin
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 88
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Human
Dice: 3d44
EXP: 2,384
Zeni: 809
HP: 660
SP: 5,094
Transformations: Makyo Mutation
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Post by Dian Xin on Mar 20, 2018 16:13:48 GMT -5
The man's ki had moved. Quickly at that. Was the man running from him, or had he simply gotten into a car or a taxi? Either way, Dian Xin needed to catch up to him and quick if he was going to get to the bottom of this. So, Dian Xin would do what any ki-inclined individual would do: he would take off into the air and begin to fly towards the direction of the man's energy.
It was not especially hard to track him: the man had quite the powerful ki for an Earthling. However, something was. . . troubling. As Dian Xin drew ever nearer to his mark, the man's ki seemed to grow and widen, both increasing in intensity and- oddly- like it was increasing in size, as if suddenly he had grown to the size of a building. Dian Xin frowned as he burst through the air like a red arrow, until he reached his destination.
He hovered over the alley, his purple demon eyes gazing earthward. "I've got a bad feeling about this," he muttered, "but damn if I'm not going down anyways."
Quickly, he descended to the streets outside the alley. Patting himself down, the boy took a deep breath and drew his sword before he entered the alley.
A voice boomed overhead as he entered the alley, and Dian Xin's eyes went every which way as he searched for his mark. "So," he said aloud, "that solves that mystery. I don't suppose you'll come peacefully, will you?" HP: 645/645 GP: 6/6 Using a Level 1 Offensive Enhancer
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Dian Xin
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 88
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Human
Dice: 3d44
EXP: 2,384
Zeni: 809
HP: 660
SP: 5,094
Transformations: Makyo Mutation
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Post by Dian Xin on Mar 20, 2018 16:38:27 GMT -5
Dian Xin's eyes found his foe before long. There he was, perched atop a fire escape, looking down on him like some kind of vulture, a carrion-eating messenger of death. The halfblood scowled at the man and gripped his sword his sword tighter. Judging by the energy in the air, he knew the answer to his question: the man was spoiling for a fight.
"I should have assumed when I felt your energy that you were involved from the start, but I guess I didn't want to be too presumptuous," said Dian Xin, a hard edge in his voice. Dian Xin shook his head; it was useless now.
"Alright!" he shouted, "Let's go! I'm bringing you to justice!"
Turning his blade in hand Dian Xin gave a mighty leap into the air and swiped at the killer- and his fire escape perch, intending to cleave right through the metal and turn his sword just right to that he could strike at the man with the blunt side of his blade. The air rushed around him and soon a shower of sparks joined the rushing air. . . how would his foe respond?
HP: 645/645
GP: 6/6
Using a Level 1 Offensive Enhancer for +5 damage on this attack.
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Onigiri
Low Class Poster
Posts: 18
Race: Human
Dice: 3d51
EXP: 4,920
Zeni: 3,146
HP: 765
SP: 3,510
Transformations:
Power UP!!! (+d10)
"Super" Human (Perm. 3d)
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Post by Onigiri on Mar 22, 2018 14:04:10 GMT -5
Onigiri could tell just by the young man's demeanor that he meant business. Good. He didn't have time for those who didn't take a fight seriously. Apparently, just being in this line of work had deeply offended this swordsman, if his tone of voice was to serve any example. ''I feel like you think I stood to gain something personal from that situation. You would be wrong. I killed him, true, but i'm not his murderer. I was just the weapon that saw the deed done.'' While the assassin was sure that his opponent wasn't going to share this view, he remained excited for the bout all the same. He was under no order to harm this young man. This fight was to be for his own personal enjoyment. Strength through struggle. Power through battle. That was what it meant to be alive, at least to Onigiri. The weak answered to the strong. And Onigiri answered to no one. ''I see. So it's justice, then.'' The human mulled over the words for a moment, as if to process them. ''And under what authority do you deliver it? Is it simply because it's going to make you feel better? He's dead, a stranger to you. People die every day, and yet you seem to be taking this very personally.'' He eyed the swordsman as he postured up to attack. Watching him spring from the ground, he'd focus foremost on the blade of that sword. 'Have it your way then. Come at me!''
He would watch that blade cleave through the metal of his perch, turning at the last moment. So he was going to use the back of his sword? How noble. What a naive, interesting young man his opponent was revealing himself to be. With a shout, Onigiri would clap that blade between his hands. It carried enough force to be unable to be stopped, but it could be redirected. Turning the blow into his shoulder, he winced as he felt it crack against the bone. Half-sneering and half-smirking, he'd drop his stance a tad lower and make a thrust with his powerful fingers, attempting to dig in and wrench at the youth's gut; Chi Kiba Ken's take on a powerful gut punch! If he could cause him to keel over, he'd wrap his other hand in energy and aim for the back of Dian Xin's neck after a side step to re-position, then bring that hand down in a powerful chop on the back of his neck to smash him down through the fire escape's floor and into the alley!
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HP: 355/400 GP: 6/6 2d40 2d40
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Dian Xin
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 88
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Human
Dice: 3d44
EXP: 2,384
Zeni: 809
HP: 660
SP: 5,094
Transformations: Makyo Mutation
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Post by Dian Xin on Mar 22, 2018 18:16:00 GMT -5
A solid hit. If only it had been enough to end it, perhaps things could have ended right then and there. But it was not to be- clearly his foe was an experience combatant, based on the way he took the blow from Dian Xin, rolling with it and steering the blade to minimize damage, before moving expertly into his own counter: a swift punch to Dian Xin's gut.
The hybrid doubled over in pain, but the assault did not end there. No, the hybrid took blows until he was sent flying back towards the alley's ground. The concrete rose up to meet him and Dian Xin slammed into it, hard. Stars burst in his vision. . . that guy really knew how to throw a punch! It was now clear that the man was no ordinary assassin.
Dian Xin's hazy purple eyes burned with anger, as he gazed up at his foe.
"Whatever you have to say about justice," shouted Dian Xin, "I'm not going to listen! I don't think we have much to say to each other about it!"
Gathering his energy once again, Dian Xin leaped through the air with his sword held tight, dashing like a red bullet. As he once again rose to meet the man, he leveled a swipe at the man's torso, blunt side forward like a bat and swung, attempting to knock the man from his fire escape!
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HP: 619/645
GP: 6/6
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Onigiri
Low Class Poster
Posts: 18
Race: Human
Dice: 3d51
EXP: 4,920
Zeni: 3,146
HP: 765
SP: 3,510
Transformations:
Power UP!!! (+d10)
"Super" Human (Perm. 3d)
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Post by Onigiri on Mar 27, 2018 14:31:44 GMT -5
Onigiri had succeeded in his counter-attack, managing to smash the swordsman off of his perch. Stating he had no interest in talking the subject over anymore, the human found himself surprised when the young man ripped through the air like a bullet, wielding that sword blunt side out yet again. He was moving too fast to be able to parry the blow like last time; the object rocketed in and cracked into his torso, the force of the blow smashing him through the metal grating of what remained of the fire escape and sending him into a recovery tumble into the alley. His ghostly white aura kicked up around him, cloaking his body, as he quickly looked to close the distance while shrugging off the pain as best he could; he could already feel a deep bruise forming where the weapon had made contact. Upon arrival, he'd look to litter the swordsman's body with a torrent of blows, his fingers striking like blunted daggers as he rained an assault against his adversary. As soon as he saw an opportune moment to crack through his defenses, he would attempt to smash the side of his neck with a hard chop and then smash him into the building the fire escape belonged to with a heavy palm thrust!
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Dian Xin
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 88
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Human
Dice: 3d44
EXP: 2,384
Zeni: 809
HP: 660
SP: 5,094
Transformations: Makyo Mutation
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Post by Dian Xin on Mar 27, 2018 14:51:49 GMT -5
Another successful assault on the part of Dian Xin, the hybrid sent his foe reeling into the alley like a child's doll, albeit a very dangerous toy. However, even that was not enough to put an end to the man. He came right back at Dian Xin, ready to rain blows down upon him.
Quickly, Dian Xin reversed the grip of his blade and crossed his arms in front of his body to take the blows, waiting for an opening of his own, but one never came. Though the attacks were all light, they were relentless and the halfblood was loathe to drop his guard and give the killer an opening.
Something had to break, and one of them had to make a move. Quickly, the assassin switched gears and sent him flying into the side of the building with a chop to his neck. Admittedly, the blows were not particularly strong, but Dian Xin felt a dull pain accompanied by a thud as he slammed into the side of the building.
Gritting his teeth, Dian Xin pushed away from the building, bouncing off it like a boxer off a ring's ropes and raised his sword above his head, once again charging the assassin. He swung downward, attempting to bash the man with the flat of the blade and into the hard ground below, as if attempting to put him to rest!
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HP: 603/645
GP: 6/6 3d43+5
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Onigiri
Low Class Poster
Posts: 18
Race: Human
Dice: 3d51
EXP: 4,920
Zeni: 3,146
HP: 765
SP: 3,510
Transformations:
Power UP!!! (+d10)
"Super" Human (Perm. 3d)
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Post by Onigiri on Apr 3, 2018 13:15:54 GMT -5
He'd managed to litter his opponent's body with a few blows, but not much made it through with telling effect. The palm strike sent his adversary backwards and toward the building, but in a flash, the swordsman was back in range and bringing down that weapon in a massive chop from overhead. As the blow connected, Onigiri went wide-eyed; he'd nearly had his head cracked wide open just now. Grunting in pain as his head lashed toward the ground, he would instead catch himself at the last brief moment and hold tight to staying conscious. The blow had dealt him serious pain, and it was at this point that he was beginning to truly wonder something. Now that the two were locked in battle, Onigiri's talents with Qi had allowed him to get a read on his opponent. Something felt very wrong. This was no ordinary opponent. Something about his Qi sparked the assassin's interest. It was only partially like his own, almost as if he were somehow...tainted? He moved like a blur and struck with titanic strength. He couldn't have been human! Was this what it was like, then? To finally come up against the wall humanity wasn't meant to breach? He was sorely losing the bout so far, and he wasn't sure where he was going to end up. A jail cell, most likely. He didn't know who, or more importantly what his opponent was to have such a strange and somewhat menacing Qi, but Onigiri now had a goal. He was going to surpass this young man. His pride would allow nothing less. While he may lose here, the pair were going to meet again. Chi Kiba Ken's prime practitioner was going to make sure of it. Gritting his teeth through the pain, Onigiri would suddenly burst forward and throw a feint palm strike up toward the swordsman's face in an attempt to blind him. His other arm would lash out to grip the swordsman's weaponless hand and reel him in, attempting to hip toss him to the ground with a great deal of force. Should he have been successful, he would coil an arm back and throw a pair of punches at his hopefully downed opponent's face!
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Dian Xin
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 88
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Human
Dice: 3d44
EXP: 2,384
Zeni: 809
HP: 660
SP: 5,094
Transformations: Makyo Mutation
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Post by Dian Xin on Apr 6, 2018 9:34:01 GMT -5
The assassin kept coming. To his credit, the super human killer was much more durable than the average human and a lot stronger as well. By now, Dian Xin would have killed most people, but the man's powerful ki kept him going, chugging along like a diesel truck.
But Dian Xin was going to put him down, he was certain of that much. He just hoped he didn't take it too far. . . as detestable as the man was, Dian Xin was no murderer himself and was hesitant to shed blood, even that of a cold blooded killer.
Still, who knew what it would come down to, because the man just wasn't giving up! The man burst forward, his feint tricking the demon into upping his guard, while allowing the man's plan to unfold just as he had attempted: a second later, Dian Xin went tumbling to the ground, cursing his own carelessness. As he struggled to his feet, he was sent tumbling backwards once again as a pair of light punches struck him in the face. He staggered backwards and away from his foe, a violent surge of anger taking him as he stumbled.
With a sudden desire to return the favor, Dian Xin jumped forward and delivered a spinning slash toward the man's center mass; however, he stopped himself before he could hit the man, instead opting for a faint of his own, choosing to reverse his spin and drop the angle so that the blade was left spinning towards the man's leg, aiming to strike the killer's kneecap!
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HP: 576/645
GP: 6/61d43+5
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