OoC:
Some great fight music! Just skip past the first 1:15 of jabber.
BiC: Koganei caught the fencer’s leg, giving it a good tug over his shoulder and sending the green-haired man almost playfully spinning through the air. The fencer landed on his feet with ease and briskly advanced, grinning.
“You think you know, Zorlo-dono?” Koganei asked wryly, spreading his legs almost impossibly apart and holding his arms out parallel with them, hands pointed with the first two fingers. Leaning forward, Zorlo’s body seemed to snap, flipping in place through the air, his heels coming down in line with the ronin’s head.
“The pressure points on your body that I can hit,” the blue-haired swordsman flipped and spun his back-most leg up, his foot colliding with Zorlo’s and holding him momentarily in midair, “there are hundreds of them!”
The ronin clamped a hand on the overly green man’s ankle and whipped his other up, digging his fingers into the back of the calf as he pulled it downwards. Zorlo caught himself on the ground with both hands and brought his other leg snapping across the samurai’s hamstring, bringing him down and rolling away. The green-haired fencer, right leg dead from the knee down, flipped himself over and over on his hands and left foot, coming up on the samurai and spinning about to bring his heel down on the man. Koganei halted the blow with a forearm, using his position to his advantage and leaping up over the crouched Zorlo, bringing the fencer’s extended leg up with him. Turning in midair, the samurai struck a point on the back of Zorlo’s thigh.
Both legs dead now, though feeling slowly returning to one, Zorlo blasted both arms out at the man landing by his hand, his open palms catching the blue-haired samurai in the gut and sending him flying across the suspended platform. Half tumbling through the air and in line with the arena, Koganei steadied himself with his fingertips, his feet coming down as he turned the tumbling into controlled back flips. The ronin stepped back onto one of the massive chains holding the platform.
“This battle,” he called out to the unsteadily-rising Zorlo, “let’s make it a bit more interesting!” His wide sleeves fluttering behind him, the blue-haired man turned and zipped across the sloped chain, feeling the powerful presence of the fencer closing in behind him. A bit more than halfway across, the ronin spun around on one heel and raised his extended fingers against the approaching Zorlo.