Ark 25/Episode 36: Bond of Blades

Chill


It was a pretty normal day pretty fair in temperature and whether. The sun was out and about as well as the small animals in this bamboo forest. The green bamboo rose tall about fifty foot tall each with leaves coming off of them. Small trees could also be seen in the mix of the bamboo trees. This forest was rare in this world of chaos. In the midst of the tranquility you could hear the sounds of wood clanking against a wooden path on the floor of the bamboo forest. With closer look a man could be seen walking in the distance. The man walked rather nonchalant like. He walked in the shadows were the sun wasn’t shining as much but with time he could finally be seen coming from out the less lit part of the forest into a more sunny side. If one was to look from the feet up they would notice the man’s wooden geta sandals. These sandals were not so regular as they had reinforced steel plates on the bottom of the sandals which were used to deflect blade strikes and also made good use for kicking strikes. Looking pass the sandals on up would a pair of regular baggy shorts that almost looked like gym shorts but not quiet. The shorts were tied up by laces which kept them up. Over the tip of his shorts would be his red short sleeved gi which he wore like a jacket letting it hang open showing his grey shirt. Finally letting the sun hit his face would show the man being the Lonely Samurai known as Raijin Kaminari. Raijin was also a Priest in Jin Alexander’s Organization that dealt with hunting down evil Oni’s in the world. Raijin held his Tsuruji samurai sword on his back in its sheath. Raijin owns his very own tsuruji sword modified to look like that of a sai. The sword has a double edge blade and is extremely sharp. The blade was passed down from his grandfather to his father to Raijin. The sword itself is made from solid steel. After being activated by Trigon the Tsuruji has the ability to be effectable by being awakened by the Essence/Presence of an Oni. The blade itself would extend it's length 2x the avarge size becoming 60 cm (23 1⁄2 inches). The sword would produce and Aura/Scent that is very toxic to an Oni and the Oni/And the Oni holder, the sent causes eye burning ichitiness and swalling in the eyes so it would be hard to see the Blade after Jin had got a hand of it created a way for the sword to remove Oni chi from the user suckin their extra powersouce they gain from the Oni rending them to become normal for the time being. Raijin knows very little of how to activate this ability only that he knows it happens whenever he is around evil demons. When the ability is acivated it changes the form of the sword to a more demonic version of it. Raijin believes this comes from its activation from Trigon. Raijin sometimes comes to this forest in hopes to gain a peace of mind. He has problems at times connect himself to the spiritual world which he must deal with on his journey to being the best Priest he can be. This forest is also a pretty spiritual place for him at least it has ties from his family. A place where his grandfather used to take him long ago to get away from the dangerous district 1. He sighed as he continued down the path.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_xFuWmdhLk&index=22&list=PLYNBny7IRlVkGIvnkPjuzjEbsd-FMC8T9 ) It was a pretty normal day pretty fair in temperature and whether. The sun was out and about as well as the small animals in this bamboo forest. The green bamboo rose tall about fifty foot tall each with leaves coming off of them. Small trees could also be seen in the mix of the bamboo trees. In this particular forest, on this particular day, there would’ve been a man walking along the pathway in this bamboo forest. He was…looking. Seeking out Zanzabar stone, to start his Warlock training like he’d set out to do. Little did he know he’d have to cross half the damn content to do so, and his vehicle broke down 30 miles back….he’s been walking ever since and camping out late at night to recover and get some rest, being lucky to end up in a shady area. This man’s name our tale begins with is Zachary Ryoji, “Zack” for short. Zack is a rather urban individual. His pants will never fit him, and will always be held up by a belt, His shirts, will always be tanks, or short sleeves, and he'll always wear a jacket, weather it be short sleeve, or long sleeve, but of course it's it's to hot he'll ditch it all together. You can tell he's the type to simply run a hand throug his hair and call it done, and he's quite leanly built for his age. Not the tallest or shortest person around, he's quite aloof and often can be seen staring at seemingly nothing. In this case, he sported, a grey v neck t shirt, underneath a short sleeve light lacket, that stopped at mid rib. He wore a white pair of pants, and black timberland boots, all be it, beat up ones, they still matched his outfit. Even making a good salary and having a world star celebrity as a girlfriend, when you’re a “bodygarud” at the end of the day you tend not to care very much about appearance. As such, Zack rarely gave a damn. Nothing stood out about him…except for the freaking giant sword resting on his back side by a lowly brown strap, The Kyuseishu.The Kyuseishu (Key-oo-say-shu) is Zack's soul bound weapon. This weapon is actually the formation of his energy into a physical weapon, to which draws influence from his Koikonjitto roots, and his descent from the Shinto God Hachiman. Most soul swords, come with a unique ability, and Zack's is no exception. The Blade it's self is rather large, about 6 foot in length, and 2 inches thick. It has a shiny shimmery glare to its appearance, and a red handle, with red fur hanging off of the end of it. It is made in the style of a giant buster blade, or oversized broadsword, and has the durability of steel alloy, and weighs in at 800lbs earth weight. It is tough, but by no means unbreakable (however with a soul bound weapon, he can reform it, but only outside of battle. if broken in battle, it's not useable for that combat scenario.). The sword is lightweight but only to Zack. If anyone else tried to lift the weapon, they would have to be able to effortlessly lift close to 1,000lbs while Zack can swing it around with the speed and grace of a katana. That is to say a contradiction, as he cannot wield it so much so like one, but the size of the blade doesn't hinder Zack in the slightest. He can even balance off of it; stick it into surfaces to use it as a balance beam, or hurl it long distances. Being a soul bound weapon he can disperse it or call it back to his location at will, but he cannot teleport to it. Walking along, humming a tune in his head and whistling it out loud, zack would’ve been walking when he’d seen a mysterious stranger walking twaords him. “Eh?” the man didn’t look like much. If anything he looked sort of bummish himself. Zack had no room to talk sure, but come now, dress with some sort of care. Though errily his attire fit the area…Zack would’ve shrugged, and pretended to show no interest in the male until he was 10 feet away from him. Zack would’ve stopped and cleared his throat. “Yo! Home boy. Was wondering if ah…you’d let me get some food or some water. You look like the survivor type and ah….i’m pretty parched. I’d like it if you’d help me out. Wouldn’t wanna pull out this giant sword of mine. If you think it looks intimidating, you should see it in action.” Zack would’ve kept it on his back, but gripped the handle with his right hand eyeing the male, and smirking a bit. “What’s it gonna be pal.”

The Blades Are Drawn...
Raijin looked at the beautiful scenery as he could hear some footsteps off in the distance. He was a bit shocked as this path never really had many visitor it’ll probably be an old woman or something along those line which Raijin thought the current situation was. It wasn’t until he finally noticed someone coming from a ways down the trail he would notice a man walking towards his direction. The guy looked more like he’d belong on the mean streets of District 1 back in Kasaihana back before the explosion (You have no idea how much I wanted to say before the fire nation attacked.) hit the city. He took the time to study him. His eyes diverted towards the large blade on his back. “A fellow swordsman?” It wasn’t rare that a man like this would come down this path as it was a common dueling place for all who follow the way of the sword which is why Raijin likes this place the most. It was his retreat from the Priest Bunker. Finally a good distance away from the guy he would hear the words. “Yo! Home boy. Was wondering if ah…you’d let me get some food or some water. You look like the survivor type and ah….i’m pretty parched. I’d like it if you’d help me out. Wouldn’t wanna pull out this giant sword of mine. If you think it looks intimidating, you should see it in action.”



With every step Raijin took he got faster once he was about ten feet away from his target he would close his eyes then a huge surge of chi would explode from his body and he would grow faster moving at almost blinding speeds. To the untrained eye he would look as if he was a complete blur. Once he came about two feet he would drop down and begin to spin on his right foot in a spinning top like motion holding his blade out. This round house of a blade strike would move from his opponent’s leg area on up, If it was a successful strike the blade would cut from the thighs to the stomach and stop in the mid chest area. Raijin was moving at considerable fast speed and to a normal warrior this would prove a problem but he did have confidence in his opponent’s ability none the less. But of course if this was to be countered or deflected in any way Raijin would shoot from the ground to the air sending a spinning kick to the male’s head first with the right leg slamming down on the temple of the man’s head then coming around with the left foot hitting the top of his head. (http://wifflegif.com/gifs/359876-samurai-champloo-mychamploo-gif)   Once these attacks made contact it would be enough to either daze his opponent which would lead him in for a crushing elbow to the skull or just knock him completely on his ass. Either way Raijin had planned for a follow up. If his attack was dodged he would brace himself for a counter and ready to block any oncoming counters whether it be by luck or not. Raijin knew his speed was a bit of an advantage but his opponent was a complete tank with his sword and one false move could cost him this battle and his pockets at the restaurant he’ll have to be paying for the kid’s lunch.

Zack watched as the male began to run….and run….and run faster! His speed picked up in mid run! Zack however while impressed, was not intimidated as he watched the male pickup speed! Koikonjitto's regardless of personal preference will always have a habit of consistent calculation and analyzation, whether it be from trivial things like washing dishes, to fighting  up to 10 opponents at once via The ability to see all the variables of any situation and predict the outcome. When utilizing this ability, the user sees paths projected in front of them, illuminating possible courses of action, they can then foresee the best tactic, and accelerate themselves along that path. . To complement this, they have unusually high reflexes allowing them to capitalize and respond to rapid changes in the environment and in dangerous situations. They're being is hardwired for all and anything combat based. When the male came towards him Zack responded quickly! As he saw the male’s body begin to shift down, zack would’ve responded in the same time frame it took for him to duck, by jamming his sword into the ground standing it straight up, simultaneously pushing his own body off of the ground! As such, when his opponent came in with an attack that would’ve hit his leg and up would then slide up the flat of zack’s blade! Zack himself would’ve been hand standing on the handle’s end of the blade, perfectly balancing himself so that he would be straight in the air, with one hand over the other! Countering the slash, and preparing for the next phase, which surprised him a little bit was the next maneuver would’ve been his opponent aiming for a jump kick, which surprisingly Zack’s head was still in his range of this attack, but Zack had his eyes dead set on his opponent and his next move. When he initially jumped to perform the first spin kick, Zack would’ve pushed off of his hands, pushing himself into the air, a few inches above his opponents swiping kick! As his kick was passing where zack’s head WOULD’VE been, Zack would’ve flipped his body forward, with his right leg raised above his head and   his left leg bent towards his chest! In doing these actions in one quick flipping motion, Zack would’ve released his right leg and as his opponent would’ve come in for his second kick, Zack would’ve brought his leg down on his opponents right shoulder! The same shoulder that was impacted earlier! If this kick counter connected, which is of high probability considering the timing of the kick was in the midst of his opponents own, the arm would’ve wigged in place before a violent “CLI-CLI-POP!” this sound would’ve signified the complete dislocation of his opponents arm, which would’ve from the pressure put even more pressure on the ribs that were at least somewhat damaged earlier, and thanks to zack’s muscles have enough “umph” to send his opponent face first into the dirt!

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If this counter connected, his opponent would’ve have a mix of dirt, and bruises on his face, and since his brain would’ve been rattled on impact he’d have another dosage of confusion and disorientation, but this time it would’ve borderline on a more concussive sale, rather than just a mild headache, as his fact would’ve literally imprinted the ground beneath them! If this connected, or was somehow dodged in the midst of his opponents movement, Zack would’ve let his body fall off of the giant blade only to pick it up, raising it high above his head, and attempting to bring it down and slam the flat side of it upon the back of his opponents body, which would be face first in the ground if the kick had connected. Not only that but his arm even if popped back into place, it’s mobility would suffer greatly through the course of this match. If this attack hit, his opponents body would’ve been driven into to the ground a little bit, with a full size body imprint! If this hit zack would’ve stepped back about 4 feet and slung the sword over his shoulder, holding the handle with both hands, in a defensive/offensive manor. “You’re tough! You really don’t know how to stay down…I respect that!” however if the smack with the flat of the sword missed, Zack would leave the sword connected to the ground, and kept a keen eye on his opponent or his next move whatever it may or may not have been.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQOljfklhTs) The sound of his blade hitting the blade of his opponent would be heard as the sparks flew off of both blades while Raijin did his spinning attack. Once he felt that the attack was countered he jumped up and attempted his spin kick. With the first one missing he would feel the second one in the midst. His eyes never left his opponent the whole time still watching him. He watched as he saw his leg coming down towards his shoulder. Raijin would   have to make a split decision as he turned along with his kick he would move his blade hovering it over his shoulder as he spun missing the last spin kick. The blade would be over the shoulder his opponent was attempting to kick him on. If his opponent continued to do this kick he would land right into the extremely sharp blades leaving a deep gash in his leg. Seeing at the momentum he was going it would be hard for his opponent to move his leg in time. Raijin was only allowed to move like this because of his fast acting reflexes he seemed to move more on instinct than thought like it was all natural. At the rate Raijin was going the blade would only slice his leg even if his opponent’s leg did come in contact which would still leave deep cuts. Seeing as how he didn’t want to hurt the boy too bad or kill him he wouldn’t add any extra power into the blade to either cut the leg off all together. Raijin was impressed at how well his opponent was doing. The boy reminded Raijin of himself a lot when he was just starting out, brash and headstrong; but the boy’s combat knowledge and sense was outstanding. If the block was successful he would make it back to the ground and roll off from his opponent and get into his defensive stance waiting to see what his next move would be.

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOxfDicWxms&list=PLYNBny7IRlVlZDcKRtLlV-JKVQjMsIcoI&index=45 ) Zack would’ve been in the midst of his maneuver, when suddenly a factor he couldn’t see would’ve come into play! The male kept his sword propped on his shoulder, as such when zack came in with the kick, the bulk of his calf would’ve suffered a sever cut entirely! Barely nipping his Achilles, heel, which had it been completely severed, would’ve ended his mobility entirely! “Tch!” Zack felt that one, and it was notable. There was no way he could shake that one off. In short it was a good hit, he’d admit he was feeling the pressure now…but he wouldn’t give in! Zack would’ve landed on his back, but as he did he’d bring his legs up and over his upper half in a kick stand like motion, which would’ve caused his body to arch a bit as he was coming back up. On his descent however, his sword would’ve suddenly disappeared form it’s spot! As it did, with zack’s hands over his head, it would’ve reappeared inside of both of his hands, and as zack gripped the blade tight he’d attempt to bring the very bulk of the blade over the top of his opponents head! Zack’s handspring killing the distance between them as soon as it happened! His leg was bleeding, rather well. His blood would soon clot up in a positive way, stopping the bleeding before it got to bad. He was only still on his feet because of his peak human durability. Users of this ability have a higher-level of denser/tougher bones and muscles than the average person; their durability are at the peak of human conditioning, which entails that users are capable of withstanding situations that the average person cannot. For example, they can take getting beaten by a thick wooden baseball bat and it would break, falling a couple of stories from a building, getting shot in non-fatal areas of the physical body, survive an entire building collapse, and possibly withstanding beatings from super humans. If this attack hit dead on, his opponent if he didn’t dodge or block would’ve been cleaved right down the middle with a deep penetrating cut! Again the blade weighing 800 pounds to the human plane is a bit much for most, and though he’ d proven possible to block it zack was far from finished. If it hit, his opponent would have a line down the middle of his body with a deep chance of being split in half, however knowing his opponent wasn’t dense enough to take this attack, as it was a killing blow, Zack counted on him to block or dodge. If he blocked the downward attack in any manor Zack would quickly capitalize and throw his weight down on the blade! This didn’t seem like much until you calculate his strength and the weight of the blade, which would be enough to literally push his opponent into the ground, similar to rushed quicksand! If blocked, his opponent would be neck up in the very dirt of the ground, with his arms upwards, and flailing, locked beside his head in a hole! Zack would’ve then taken a step back and brought his sword up and behind his head, holding it similar to how a golfer would hold their club as if they were about to swing! Zack knew….this wasn’t a fight to the death and if this did connect and his opponent was in this predicament, he wouldn’t want to do that but he would attempt to swing the blunt of the blade into his opponents face point blank! If it connected, his opponent’s face would literally be red and he’d have the worst case of whiplash and a concussion all the same. Both of which rattle the brain and rock it, which at this point would give him blurred vision, and vertigo, terribly, even causing nausea! HOWEVER, if his opponent DODGED this downward slice, be it left, right, or back stepping, even inwards stepping towards him, Zack would quickly lean back, on his non slashed left leg and keep his grip on his blade, before he’d literally spin in the speed of a tenth of a second, faster than what he’s moved this entire ordeal, and in a 360 motion from left to right would attempt to swing the blunt of his blade into his opponents legs! If it connected his opponent would fall to his left side which would lead to zack, capitalizing, and attempting   to raise the sword above his head and slap his opponent with the blunt edge, attempting to ground him again similar to the hole method but this time his entire right side would be sticking form the ground rather than his neck up area. Additionally if the sweep maneuver for the legs was dodged, Zack would attempt a series of 4 slashes this time, all thrown with extreme speeds, that made the giant sword actually a distorted image of silver for a second! The first slash would’ve been from right to left towards his torso/chest. The second slash towards his abdomen from left to right. The third slash from right to left towards his calves, and the fourth slash coming up towards his torso again from left to right. Each of these slashes happening after the other even if one was blocked or dodged but they were all indeed thrown while zack was wielding the blade with only his right hand, keeping his left hand in a bent position like a boxers. His leg throbbing a bit, but a pain he’d pay no mind to until it came time to do so. “I’ve got to be as crafty as him if I’m going to keep up…don’t get slack zack!” he thought to himself.

Hours Pass. Round 2. FIGHT!




(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Im8D05ETuF0&list=PLYNBny7IRlVm1xHhYq5qHlNSsKkocXSF2&index=11 ) “I’m not done with you yet…” Zack could see his opponent walking towards him, and with a sign of frustration zack would’ve lowered his head. “This guy won’t quit!....SHIT!” Zack panted and shook his head a bit, grabbing his sword and dragging it along the ground as well….his giant blade digging through the dirt as he hobbled along. His leg had lost a lot of blood, she he had a pretty obvious limp at this point. “Not done huh…fine then. I’ll keep going….til my legs collapse!” Zack would’ve put a pep in his step, more so skipping towards his opponent than running, and as he got close, holding his sword in one hand, he’d attempt to swing his right hand held sword from right to left in a upwards vertical motion! Followed by gripping it with both hands, and bringing it back down vertically from left to right, and after that attempting to bring it horizontally towards his opponents calf thighs from right to left! Zack’s giant blade singing as the rain fell around them, the giant blade cutting through the raindrops themselves! If any of zack’s slashes hit, they’d have cut fairly deep on his opponents body namely because of the sheer size of the blade. A gnarly 3 inch cut would appear in whatever area it did connect, however if his slash combination was avertedly dodged, blocked whichever slash was acted against defensively, Zack would’ve attempted a leg kick with his right leg to the side of his opponents left knee! (but if they were all taken which they wouldn’t be he’d skip to the slap attempt) Attempting to push the knee cap out of place a disable that leg with one swift moment, using his opponent’s defensive time against him! If it connected, his opponent would also have a limp in his stance, which would’ve cut some of his power like zack would’ve been experiencing. He was tiring out but his adrenaline wouldn’t let him fall just yet. If the leg kick was blocked upon or dodged, or hell taken zack would fold his sword holding right arm across his chest,   and attempt to bring it back across his body, in turn bringing the flat of the blade towards the left side of his opponents head! If this connected, his opponent would’ve had a nasty ringing noise in his ear, which would’ve spread to both of his ear drums, and thrown off his balance a bit and sent him tumbling towards his right! The hit disorienting, but you could tell zack’s strength was beginning to wane, as the moonlight was the only thing illuminating the area signifying this fight has been hourly on going and both men were more than likely reaching a tire some peak. If zack’s slap attempt missed or was dodged, he’d wait for his opportunity to jump back in and counter if he’d even be ready for his opponents counter attack.

The Exhuastion Sets In...
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_kOf4hAdVp8 ) Raijin continued limping along with his blade in hand as he heard his opponent’s words. “Not done huh…fine then. I’ll keep going….til my legs collapse!” With that he took off right along with him both of them doing a sort of skip type of run. Raijin’s eyes dead locked onto his opponent watching him do every step as the rain poured down on them. Once he was within reach he watched as his opponent’s arm rose coming upwards attempting to strike him. Raijin would only meet this with a horizontal block which made the loud sound of two blades clashing against each other. Raijin the face of someone who wasn’t going to let up any time soon he kept fighting even through all the pain. He would barely deflect the next strike to his thighs as he let   out a wince of pain feeling the tip of the blade cut his thigh and blood began pouring out only to get washed in the rain’s water. He pushed forward seeing the kick to his leg Raijin would bring up his right leg to block his opponent’s leg hit also putting his balance into his left leg. With his right leg blocking he would push his left leg back which pushed Raijin outward towards his opponent sending a crushing shoulder dash into his opponent’s jaw which would send his head up chin out and all. If this attack was a success he would then bring his free arm and contract it allowing his elbow room to land a crushing elbow into his opponent’s chin. Raijin was growing tired but the only thing pushing him to continue this fight was simple. Raijin had a soft spot for people who followed the way of a swordsman. He admired those who knew their way around a blade, and anyone who is a skilled swordsman Raijin respects to the upmost. Raijin saw much of himself in his opponent which is why he enjoyed the fight even more.

Zack saw his slash connected, but his kick was dodged! His opponent then rushed him with a shoulder charge! Zack took the attack, his head whipping backwards as he winced in pain, his eyes closing but only for a second! He took a step back, and saw that his opponent was coming in again for another attack but this time with the arm instead! Zack would’ve stopped in his tracks, and rushed forward, lashing his hands out as he did! He’d counter, gripping his opponents elbow, tucking his right arm under the forearm, and gripping his opponents wrist with his left hand, in one smooth motion, side stepping his opponents attack, and preforming and over the shoulder arm throw! Throwing him directly from his standing posistiong to a face first in the forming mud position! Even with the pouring rain, Zack’s grip was fairly tight as he abandoned his sword seemingly. If this throw was successful Zack would’ve knelt down beside his opponent and summoned his sword into his hand, holding the edge of the giant blade beside the right side of his head with his right hand! The sword sticking into the ground and Zack panting heavily on the left side of his opponent. “I can cut your head off in one swipe!...you can’t win this one pal!...” Zack would’ve been breathing very heavily nearly out of breath. This was a well fought fight though, and he’d have an amassed respect for this man. He’d also have a very big appreciation on his swordplay, opting to find key points he could use to improve his own swordplay. However if the arm toss wasn’t   success, Zack would’ve stepped back 5 feet and put his hands up in a modified boxing stance, leaving his blade idol and breathing heavy but through narrow lips. Why he left his sword out of his hands was a mystery….

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7XmDYJBZZdc) Soon as his opponent grabbed his elbow Raijin would also feel him grab his wrist Raijin would slide his arm and attempts to grab his opponent’s wrist at the same time. If this was a possible he would spin with his opponent causing both of them to go flying off into the muddy ground. Of course if this wasn’t successful Raijin would take the throw letting out a loud groan “Argh!” The almost instinctively immediately he would roll from the ground and push himself up on both hands and attempt to grapple onto his opponent holding both arms out in a tackle motion attempting to tackle his foe onto the ground. Which if this was done correctly he would land on top of him and send down a barrage of high speed punches six to be exact. Each punch harder than the last all a second behind from each other. The fight was taking everything from Raijin he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out he knew he was going to tire eventually all he knew is that he had to keep fighting somehow.

<p class="MsoNormal">Zack’s throw almost went haywire, but since his motion was already advent in the middle of his opponents, his throw would’ve gone through! His opponent hitting the ground and Zack hunching over a bit, his fingers curled, actually somewhat cramping as he’d been making fist and gripping a sword for god knows how long. Zack saw his opponent roll and come at him for a tackle! Zack went to move but his leg! The calf that had been injured was beginning to get   a bit numb…was it infected? If so it was mild and tingly, but it caused Zack to have no choice but to take the tackle and fall down on his back! His opponent was in full mount, but this…this was Zack’s one confident comfort zone. Ground combat! When his opponent raised his fist zack would’ve looked him dead In the eye and taken the first punch!...just that. He’d taken it. His arms went limp…so it seemed. This was a trick. Zack was tired, but the fire that burned inside of him refused to let him admit defeat! He went limp to put his opponent in a false sense of confidence that his hits were going to finish the job however when he threw that second punch, zack would do whats referenced in MMA as “the shrimp” and shimmy his upper body to his left to avoid this opponents right fist twaords his face, doing so using peak human reflexes so he’d dodge the punch when it was only an inch away from his nose. After doing so his hands sprung into action! Zack using his left hand to grip his opponents right wrist in attempt and loop it under and behind his back, while in one fluent motion springing his right hand to go under his opponents wrist controlled arm in a figure four like fashion and grabbing his own shoulder to secure a lock known as the Kimura.

<p class="MsoNormal">Kimura (Brazilian jiu-jitsu), chicken wing/double wrist lock (catch wrestling), or reverse keylock are terms used to specify a medial keylock known in judo as gyaku ude-garami (reverse arm entanglement) or simply as ude-garami. The application is similar to the americana, except that it is reversed. It needs some space behind the opponent to be effective, and can be applied from the side control or guard. Contrary to the americana, the opponent's wrist is grabbed with the hand on the same side, and the opposite arm is put behind the opponent's arm, again grabbing the attacker's wrist and forming a figure-four. By controlling the opponent's body and cranking the arm away from the attacker, pressure is put on the shoulder joint, and depending on the angle, also the elbow joint (in some variations the opponent's arm is brought behind their back, resulting in a finishing position resembling that of the hammerlock outlined below).

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<p class="MsoNormal">Because of the controlled timing, success was high! Once this was locked in…it would’ve been locked in. even with the constant rain, Zack would’ve been gripping his shirt and his shoulder for extra support to control his oppoents arm. Zack would pull, applying pressure on both arms so much so the point where his opponents arm would literally be on the brink of snapping! The muscle not meant to bend this way, even with flexibility, each joint, escpcially the ball joints that make up the arm and leg sockets, have a muscular limit and if zack should choose he could tear his opponents cartildge and ligaments, which would not only render that arm useless but cost a fortune to fix. Should his opponent try to move his legs, zack would’ve (since assuming he’s in full mount here) made sure that his own calf’s were in attempt over his opponents calfs to render them unhelping. In this position, his opponent would’ve been head first in the mud, since the move would require him to be hunched over, but this was even worse as the mud would’ve been all around hs face. If not careful he could pass out from drowing before having his arm snapped. If the opponent attempted to use his free arm to punch zack, Zack would simply lift up and snap said arm out of socket right then and there, but he’d wait to see what was going to happen first. The situation lied in his opponents favor as he could very well submit to keep his arm or provoke snack the snap it the moment he even so much as twitched. With zack’s peak human reflexes, he wouldn’t hesitate either, as through gritted teeth he pulled on his opponents arm. He had it locked, and he wasn’t about to let go.

<p class="MsoNormal">Of course if this counter was suddenly averted, even with the attack taking place in the middle of an attack zack would prepare for the worst, still feeling being in his element.

The Bond On The Battlefield
<p class="MsoNormal">(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WWzgGyAH6Y&feature=youtu.be) Raijin could feel the impact of his first punch colliding with his opponent then just as he was about to send off his next his opponent would move off to the left! Coming crashing down was Raijin’s fist into the mud where his opponent’s face was supposed to be. “Damn…” He said in his mind. Next thing Raijin could feel his right wrist being gripped. Before he knew it Raijin was locked in a MMA style body lock. Raijin knew very little about ground combat seeing how he was mostly hand-to-hand and swords-play he would know when his opponent was at an advantage. He would smirk as he felt his opponent tightening their grip onto his arms almost as if it was about to be pulled right from his body. The finally lesson Raijin had to learn on his path to being a samurai and swordsman was that even one’s pride could bring upon their death or injury. Raijin knew when he was bested. Some say defeat is a bitter medicine but in this case and with his opponent being who he is Raijin’s medicine wasn’t as bitter. He would smirk to himself as he watched the rain drops come to the ground. He did however have enough strength to hold his head up from the mud. He tapped the ground twice then giving his opponent a thumbs up. “Heh, fine…you win…”

<p class="MsoNormal">(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=onpMc4j8AXE ) Heh, fine…you win…” Upon hearing this Zack would let his opponents arm go and roll over a few feet to the side. He now lay on his back, his arms spread wide open, flopping onto the ground. The rain continued to pour….but it was less harder than before. Something like slow and small droplets that hit the face of the men. In a wired way it was soothing, especially on the now sore and probably limp muscles of Zack’s body. Zack would’ve been panting heavily, his chest heaving up and down, as he shot his opponent a thumbs up if he could even see him. “G-….good fight…” Zack would close his eyes   and his breathing would’ve started to slow down a bit. ‘you know….i never caught your name.” Zack would’ve forced his body to turn over onto his stomach, using what little arm strength he had to push himself up to his knees. Taking off the short sleeve coat he had on, he’d wrap it around his bleeding calf. That’s where he was losing the most blood from…his vision was a bit blurry, but it was enough for him to be able to see what was around him at least. He leaned over on one hand and attempted to stand to his full height. In doing so, while hunched over he’d walk towards his opponent and offer a helping hand up. “I’m Zack…Zack Ryoji. Warlock in Training.” If his opponent took the hand, Zack would pull him up and throw his strained arm over his shoulder. Weather the man told him his name or not, Zack would hobble the both of them over to his opponents sword and allow him to grab it. Zack would eye his own blade and command it to disappear as quick as it came. “Hey….i need you to guide me to the town….i can’t see that straight and I think the back of my head is bleeding…heh heh heh.” If he directed him Zack would’ve begun limping them both in the direction appointed. A good hard fight, that lasted into the night time, had much called rest needed. Something did happen here, the bond of blades, and the mutual respect, possibly even a good friendship formed on the battle field.

<p class="MsoNormal">(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YEkVwSzq07M) Soon as his opponent let him go Raijin would roll over on his back looking up at the cloudy sky as it was well into the night. Raijin was thinking about the fight that lasted hours a fight Raijin had no idea was going to happen. He would listen to the sounds of water dripping to the ground off of the bamboo trees from the rain earlier. Raijin couldn’t help but let out a slight laugh that turned into a cough from the pain he endured during the fight. His eyes adverted from the sky to his opponent which was hunching over him and holding out a helping hand. “I’m Zack…Zack Ryoji. Warlock in Training.” Raijin let out a smile then extended his arm grabbing his Zack’s hand firm

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