OoC:
Hell yeah.
BiC: “You’re quite an interesting fellow, Zorlo-dono,” Koganei called, already planning ahead his next handful of moves. The samurai rocketed down the sloped chain and across the platform, his right leg twirling up. Zorlo bent over backwards and kicked out with his own foot. Koganei grabbed the extended leg and spun under it, his foot hooking under the fencer’s supporting leg and pulling it in. The green-haired warrior fell back, his hands catching him before he hit the ground. His powerful arms tensing, the fencer became a stationary green blur as he flipped over in place, spinning his own body with just his hands. The Aura Master’s legs became whirling clubs that battered Koganei’s blocking arms as he spun in place. Grinning despite the powerful onslaught, the ronin used his X-crossed arms to push Zorlo’s spinning legs up and over, leaving him vertical—and exposed. The blue-haired warrior brought a leg curled in close and kicked out with all the strength he naturally possessed, hitting the vertical fencer dead in the gut and sending him whirling and twirling across the arena. The fencer bounced once (Koganei caught a glimpse of a balancing hand on the arena) before flying over the edge and out of sight.
Koganei knew full well of Zorlo’s aura powers—and subsequently, his ability of flight. So he was neither shocked nor unprepared when the fencer came floating back up over the edge. His body was a blue shadow as it launched across the arena to collide with the fencer’s rising body. The Aura Master caught Koganei by the shoulders as he came barreling in, but the ronin pushed him along like a steam engine, rapidly closing in on one of the four towers. Laughing, Zorlo brought a leg up under the rushing samurai and heaved him up and over, leaving him to collide with the tower alone. A small explosion of dust and debris engulfed the contact point, shrouding the swordsman. Screams were heard among the cheers of the crowd, the spectators within the tower in question crying out as it shook and trembled under the impact.
Zorlo floated back, his legs slightly outstretched and his arms crossed, a wide smile splayed across his face. The dust shrouding Koganei was suddenly dispersed, a swipe of the samurai’s arm cutting it in half and sending it away. His smile matched Zorlo’s. He was sitting in the shallow crater in the side of the tower, cracking his knuckles.
“I feel bad,” he proclaimed suddenly, his smile growing even wider. “I know all about your abilities, but I doubt you know very much of mine.” The ronin pushed himself out of the hole and stepped out—on thin air. “If that is the case, I think I should reveal some of them to you.”
The master swordsman heaved his fist back, turning his body with it, and threw it forward, an orb of blue energy rocketing from it to collide with the fencer’s chest.
“Kujiku!”