Dark Confrontation
Dec 11, 2006 2:07:16 GMT
Post by Musashi on Dec 11, 2006 2:07:16 GMT
Musashi's eyes fluttered once or twice, though his deep breathing never changed the steady, deep pace. "When did I go out?" he wondered. Cool stone pressured his cheek and the air smelled damp. "How did I end up here? Last thing I remember I was fighting with Carniku....."
The saiyan realized he could not possibly be dead. He'd been there before, and it was nothing like this. Musashi extended his senses outwards. Walls, objects, but no life. He pushed further, searching for someone, anyone. "Where is she? " he thought, immediately thinking of his student, from whom he had been separated in the battle.
, "You might as well get up Musashi, I knnoooow you're awake," a voice rasped. There was no warmth in it, no life, just words.
Musashi started, raising himself to a sitting position and listening intensely. "How couldn't I sense him?" the saiyan thought, focusing his mind even more intensely in the room. "I can't pick up anything, no life, not even any mechanical consciousness.
Musashi stood up and spoke back, "You obviously know who I am, perhaps you'd honor me by introducing yourself?" He eyed the room and realized with horror that the "room" was a cave, and the cave a tomb. A few torches glowed from brackets on the walls. "It's like something out of a bad movie," he thought to himself.
, "Who I am does not matter, it is what I am that should concern you" the souless voice spoke again.
, "But sincssse you are about to die"
Into the dim light a tall figure appeared. Musashi focused down, trying to get some kind of read on the creature. The saiyan saw no eyes, no features, only blackened flesh. The tissue seemed burned and scarred beyond all recognition. Musashi could see that the thing was humanoid, but beyond that, he had no idea.
"I can't get any kind of sense on his power, it's like I'm projecting myself into a void," the saiyan thought. He didn't respond to the creature's talking. If it wanted to speak, it would speak, but Musahsi wasn't one to open himself to attack by chatting in an unknown situation. Silence was his best friend, it helped him concentrate.
"sssss......I've been stalking you, Knight of the Kaiossss. I know your power, and your weaknesssssses. Your death will take me one step closer to my goalssssss"
Musashi nearly rolled his eyes at the triviality of the threat. Surprised though he was at this creature's ability to shield itself from all senses, Musashi was not particularly afraid. He'd fought too many battles to fear such threats. "Very well then," he responded, "But I warn you, this will not end well for you."
Musashi stared the creature down, waiting for it to make a move. Energy began to swirl within him, tiny sparks struck to the tinder of his full power, feeding him strength.
Faster than even Musashi could react, he felt a wall of telekinetic energy slam into his body. His body flew through the air and smashed into the stone walls of the cave with bone crushing force, the sound of the sharp impact echoing through the cave.
Musashi nearly passed out from the force of the impact. Musashi didn't pause to think, but he was filled with disbelieve that the creature could have generated so much power without him even noticing. The saiyans own aura flared brighter, as he allowed his full power to burst to the surface. The saiyan thrust his own hands forward, faster than the eye could see and send a full powered wave of telekinetic energy washing towards his opponent.
Musashi felt his energy slam, like against a brick wall. His opponent didn't even seem to move, but waves of telekinetic energy were blossoming outwards and shoving back the Knights own counter attack. Musashi grimaced and kept pushing, leaning forward from the cavity he had broken into the stone and shoving back. Realizing his efforts weren't cutting it, the Knights aura began to swirl around him, lighting the cave white. He brought up his left hand and shoved it forward, emitting a grunt and sending his waves of invisible energy out even faster.
The Knight grunted and leaned forward, as if that would reinforce the attack, as if the physical action of pushing forward would increase the energy flowing out from his palm. For a moment the pair were frozen in time, Musashi standing parallel to the floor, stone wall of the cave cracking beneath his feet white light swirled against him.
In a sudden burst, the saiyan was overwhelmed. The wave smashed him back into the wall, and he blacked out, falling face first to the stone floor.
The dark-one walked slowly forward to finish the job. ”I never through it would be thisss easy”
Musashi's awoke, not so much as a twitch revealing his coming-to. He could hear the thing approaching step by step, and smell the decaying flesh. He waited two seconds, three seconds. “Just one more step,” the he thought. Then a blur of motion, and Musashi stood, with his back to his opponent.
The move played itself backwards in his mind, he was leaping up, drawing his blade, slashing, rolling, landing. Behind him his opponent let out an awful scream of pain. Which faded to silence.
Musashi whirled to finish what his sword had started, but he was struck again, a fist smashing into his face, as a powerful grip closed around his sword hand. ”It hasssss been a long time since I've felt the bite of that blade “ The saiyan could smell the decay, and even in the dim light, he could make out the horrible burnt look of his opponent's skin.
The saiyan attempted to counter with a knee strike to the groin, trying to jerk his arm loose, his opponent's steely grip simply closed tighter and he jerked the saiyan's wrist left, cutting off the strike before it could connect. Musashi drove his left hand forward, to drive his opponent back, but the thing was just too fast, catching his wrist.
The thing clamped down and Musashi bit his limp to tamp down a scream that rose up in his throat. The pain was intense. It cocked his wrist to the side, and against his will, Musashi dropped his sword. The thing kicked it away with a scoff of disgust.
Musashi was beginning to get frustrated with the entire situation. He wasn't in control, wasn't fighting his battle, plus, he had no idea how he'd gotten here, or what had happened in the remainder of the previous battle. Or what happened to Kuwanlelenta for that matter. It was time to take it up to the next level.
”KAIO-KEN” Musashi shouted. White fire danced around him, burning his opponent and blasting the thing away from him. No time to recover his sword, Musashi blasted forward on full offensive. He generated two balls of ki and flung them ahead at his opponent, following with a powerful front kick.
His opponent simply slapped the twin attacks away, caught the kick, sending Musashi flying with a quick hip rotation. The saiyan rolled into a ball and spun, landing almost daintily, the Knight blasted back into action, crushing the stone on the wall he had used as a landing pad. He went for a twin fisted strike at his opponent's back, but the thing bent at an angle that could only be described as 'wrong' It landed a powerful knife edged strike into Musashi's back that send him crashing to the floor, skidding several feet away.
Musashi came up again, with blood on his face where his nose had broken, yet again. He arose more slowly this time. The fight was proving taxing. Although most battles had more strikes, this thing was hitting him hard, and those few impacts were robbing him of most of his strength. The saiyan played injured as much as he could, cupping his hands.
He turned, hands together, ”TRUE KAMEHAMEHA” White energy poured down his arms sand surged forward, supercompacted by his technique, and flying like a dart at his opponent. ”TRUE KAIO-KEN!!” He added, forcing even more energy from his torn frame.
His opponent looked surprised for the first time, not prepared for Musashi's desperate strike. The thing reflexively threw up it's own hands, projecting a beam of absolute darkness out to meet the Knights attack.. There was the moment where dark met light, then the darkness surged forward.
Musashi held out, his aura burning brightly, but then the darkness engulfed that too, leaving the cave in absolute black, short of the sound of the beam tearing through stone, and smashing to flesh of Musashi.
When the dust cleared, this time, Musashi didn't rise. The thing walked over slowly and grabbed him by the throat. It held him up and put it's hand directly over Musashi's head, and a wave of darkness shot out, sparking Musashi awake with a wvae of pain.
It was a headache beyond anything he had ever experienced, and the thing continued to pour out waves. It felt like it was tearing out his mind, piece at a time. ”Yessssss now I'll have what I cam for. You should have fought harder Musasssshi”
The saiyan screamed now, the pain too intense for him to handle, despite his extraordinarily high tolerance. The thing seemed frustrated, because for a second, it relented. Interesting, ” it murmured , blasting his face with the scent of decay. Then it raised it's hand and pused out another wave, slamming into Musashi's head again.
He screamed, and the pain seemed to go on for ages, an eterminty, growing so bright, and sharp he didn't know how much longer he could last. Musashi felt himself slipping away, so intense was the pain he was enduring. He didn't know how much longer he could last before his mind simply cracked.
“Come on,” he thought, grasping at anything that could get him out of the situation. Doubt rose up like a poison inside him. “You're going to die right here, what will you leave behind? “ he thought it in almost an abstract sense. The pain was fading now, and his mind was becoming cloudy. He could feel himself slipping away. “I would have liked to have loved,” he thought, to leave a legacy behind.
His thoughts turned to his students, the Dojo, and, Kuwanlelenta. A last thought, and he began to fade.
Something sparked in him, that last thought. His student, so dedicated, so good, so pure. It hit him hard, a shock. A charge working down his overtaxed neurons, firing, dragging him back into awareness. He had to live, because...
He focused with the few seconds he had, the most he could do, reaching for it. The sword. It glittered in his mind, like a diamond in the sky, all his hope encapsulated in metal, and cloth. The biggest effort he could, a telekinetic tug. The sword arching through the air, and strike his opponent in the side, the thing screaming in pain as the blade burned the evil within it.
It let go, Musashi slumped forward, grabbing the blade, a last thought, focusing on the Dojo, and, he was gone in a flash.
The saiyan realized he could not possibly be dead. He'd been there before, and it was nothing like this. Musashi extended his senses outwards. Walls, objects, but no life. He pushed further, searching for someone, anyone. "Where is she? " he thought, immediately thinking of his student, from whom he had been separated in the battle.
, "You might as well get up Musashi, I knnoooow you're awake," a voice rasped. There was no warmth in it, no life, just words.
Musashi started, raising himself to a sitting position and listening intensely. "How couldn't I sense him?" the saiyan thought, focusing his mind even more intensely in the room. "I can't pick up anything, no life, not even any mechanical consciousness.
Musashi stood up and spoke back, "You obviously know who I am, perhaps you'd honor me by introducing yourself?" He eyed the room and realized with horror that the "room" was a cave, and the cave a tomb. A few torches glowed from brackets on the walls. "It's like something out of a bad movie," he thought to himself.
, "Who I am does not matter, it is what I am that should concern you" the souless voice spoke again.
, "But sincssse you are about to die"
Into the dim light a tall figure appeared. Musashi focused down, trying to get some kind of read on the creature. The saiyan saw no eyes, no features, only blackened flesh. The tissue seemed burned and scarred beyond all recognition. Musashi could see that the thing was humanoid, but beyond that, he had no idea.
"I can't get any kind of sense on his power, it's like I'm projecting myself into a void," the saiyan thought. He didn't respond to the creature's talking. If it wanted to speak, it would speak, but Musahsi wasn't one to open himself to attack by chatting in an unknown situation. Silence was his best friend, it helped him concentrate.
"sssss......I've been stalking you, Knight of the Kaiossss. I know your power, and your weaknesssssses. Your death will take me one step closer to my goalssssss"
Musashi nearly rolled his eyes at the triviality of the threat. Surprised though he was at this creature's ability to shield itself from all senses, Musashi was not particularly afraid. He'd fought too many battles to fear such threats. "Very well then," he responded, "But I warn you, this will not end well for you."
Musashi stared the creature down, waiting for it to make a move. Energy began to swirl within him, tiny sparks struck to the tinder of his full power, feeding him strength.
Faster than even Musashi could react, he felt a wall of telekinetic energy slam into his body. His body flew through the air and smashed into the stone walls of the cave with bone crushing force, the sound of the sharp impact echoing through the cave.
Musashi nearly passed out from the force of the impact. Musashi didn't pause to think, but he was filled with disbelieve that the creature could have generated so much power without him even noticing. The saiyans own aura flared brighter, as he allowed his full power to burst to the surface. The saiyan thrust his own hands forward, faster than the eye could see and send a full powered wave of telekinetic energy washing towards his opponent.
Musashi felt his energy slam, like against a brick wall. His opponent didn't even seem to move, but waves of telekinetic energy were blossoming outwards and shoving back the Knights own counter attack. Musashi grimaced and kept pushing, leaning forward from the cavity he had broken into the stone and shoving back. Realizing his efforts weren't cutting it, the Knights aura began to swirl around him, lighting the cave white. He brought up his left hand and shoved it forward, emitting a grunt and sending his waves of invisible energy out even faster.
The Knight grunted and leaned forward, as if that would reinforce the attack, as if the physical action of pushing forward would increase the energy flowing out from his palm. For a moment the pair were frozen in time, Musashi standing parallel to the floor, stone wall of the cave cracking beneath his feet white light swirled against him.
In a sudden burst, the saiyan was overwhelmed. The wave smashed him back into the wall, and he blacked out, falling face first to the stone floor.
The dark-one walked slowly forward to finish the job. ”I never through it would be thisss easy”
Musashi's awoke, not so much as a twitch revealing his coming-to. He could hear the thing approaching step by step, and smell the decaying flesh. He waited two seconds, three seconds. “Just one more step,” the he thought. Then a blur of motion, and Musashi stood, with his back to his opponent.
The move played itself backwards in his mind, he was leaping up, drawing his blade, slashing, rolling, landing. Behind him his opponent let out an awful scream of pain. Which faded to silence.
Musashi whirled to finish what his sword had started, but he was struck again, a fist smashing into his face, as a powerful grip closed around his sword hand. ”It hasssss been a long time since I've felt the bite of that blade “ The saiyan could smell the decay, and even in the dim light, he could make out the horrible burnt look of his opponent's skin.
The saiyan attempted to counter with a knee strike to the groin, trying to jerk his arm loose, his opponent's steely grip simply closed tighter and he jerked the saiyan's wrist left, cutting off the strike before it could connect. Musashi drove his left hand forward, to drive his opponent back, but the thing was just too fast, catching his wrist.
The thing clamped down and Musashi bit his limp to tamp down a scream that rose up in his throat. The pain was intense. It cocked his wrist to the side, and against his will, Musashi dropped his sword. The thing kicked it away with a scoff of disgust.
Musashi was beginning to get frustrated with the entire situation. He wasn't in control, wasn't fighting his battle, plus, he had no idea how he'd gotten here, or what had happened in the remainder of the previous battle. Or what happened to Kuwanlelenta for that matter. It was time to take it up to the next level.
”KAIO-KEN” Musashi shouted. White fire danced around him, burning his opponent and blasting the thing away from him. No time to recover his sword, Musashi blasted forward on full offensive. He generated two balls of ki and flung them ahead at his opponent, following with a powerful front kick.
His opponent simply slapped the twin attacks away, caught the kick, sending Musashi flying with a quick hip rotation. The saiyan rolled into a ball and spun, landing almost daintily, the Knight blasted back into action, crushing the stone on the wall he had used as a landing pad. He went for a twin fisted strike at his opponent's back, but the thing bent at an angle that could only be described as 'wrong' It landed a powerful knife edged strike into Musashi's back that send him crashing to the floor, skidding several feet away.
Musashi came up again, with blood on his face where his nose had broken, yet again. He arose more slowly this time. The fight was proving taxing. Although most battles had more strikes, this thing was hitting him hard, and those few impacts were robbing him of most of his strength. The saiyan played injured as much as he could, cupping his hands.
He turned, hands together, ”TRUE KAMEHAMEHA” White energy poured down his arms sand surged forward, supercompacted by his technique, and flying like a dart at his opponent. ”TRUE KAIO-KEN!!” He added, forcing even more energy from his torn frame.
His opponent looked surprised for the first time, not prepared for Musashi's desperate strike. The thing reflexively threw up it's own hands, projecting a beam of absolute darkness out to meet the Knights attack.. There was the moment where dark met light, then the darkness surged forward.
Musashi held out, his aura burning brightly, but then the darkness engulfed that too, leaving the cave in absolute black, short of the sound of the beam tearing through stone, and smashing to flesh of Musashi.
When the dust cleared, this time, Musashi didn't rise. The thing walked over slowly and grabbed him by the throat. It held him up and put it's hand directly over Musashi's head, and a wave of darkness shot out, sparking Musashi awake with a wvae of pain.
It was a headache beyond anything he had ever experienced, and the thing continued to pour out waves. It felt like it was tearing out his mind, piece at a time. ”Yessssss now I'll have what I cam for. You should have fought harder Musasssshi”
The saiyan screamed now, the pain too intense for him to handle, despite his extraordinarily high tolerance. The thing seemed frustrated, because for a second, it relented. Interesting, ” it murmured , blasting his face with the scent of decay. Then it raised it's hand and pused out another wave, slamming into Musashi's head again.
He screamed, and the pain seemed to go on for ages, an eterminty, growing so bright, and sharp he didn't know how much longer he could last. Musashi felt himself slipping away, so intense was the pain he was enduring. He didn't know how much longer he could last before his mind simply cracked.
“Come on,” he thought, grasping at anything that could get him out of the situation. Doubt rose up like a poison inside him. “You're going to die right here, what will you leave behind? “ he thought it in almost an abstract sense. The pain was fading now, and his mind was becoming cloudy. He could feel himself slipping away. “I would have liked to have loved,” he thought, to leave a legacy behind.
His thoughts turned to his students, the Dojo, and, Kuwanlelenta. A last thought, and he began to fade.
Something sparked in him, that last thought. His student, so dedicated, so good, so pure. It hit him hard, a shock. A charge working down his overtaxed neurons, firing, dragging him back into awareness. He had to live, because...
He focused with the few seconds he had, the most he could do, reaching for it. The sword. It glittered in his mind, like a diamond in the sky, all his hope encapsulated in metal, and cloth. The biggest effort he could, a telekinetic tug. The sword arching through the air, and strike his opponent in the side, the thing screaming in pain as the blade burned the evil within it.
It let go, Musashi slumped forward, grabbing the blade, a last thought, focusing on the Dojo, and, he was gone in a flash.