Timeless battle (Open)

Ooc: I want to try and spark a grand fight around here and boost up the slowness around here.

I'll be using Zohik. State your Char when you join.

If your a good fighter then I would like to fight you, I consider alot of people good so here I go, who ever wants to fight me just take off the intro I make...

IC: Zohik stood deep into a cold mountain cave. The wind blew snow into the cave slowly rustling against the floor. He was sitting down next to a warm fire. He sat looking deep into the flame searching his memory of the fights he had been through. A shiver flew through his spine, a whistle of wind shirt. He stood up slowly and looked into the blizard apon him. He walked slowly out from his warm cantonment and was hit by ice splinters flying through the air falling from the clouds. He turned towards the on coming razors. Both eyes open against powerful peirces of ice, some clashed against his face deflecting away from his eyes.

After loosing his armor in fights long ago, he was in a plain Gi against the on coming wind. He looked deep into the blur of whiteness only to see nothing but he waited knowing and wanting to have a great battle once again.....

Ooc: kind of short but I have to go so just take off of this whoever is fighting me....

A battle cry roared from a higher elevation as a powerful wind coming from the mountain tore open the heavens blowing the powerful snow storm into oblvion. Standing near the peak was a man. His dark brown hair danced with the wind, and his cape lost it's self fluttering in the air. With a quick jerking motion Senju slamned the blade into his hilt, and looked upon winter wonderland. His upper chest was covered with a steel chest plate, it's red tint was quite rare among warriors so it came to be a trademark for him, as well as his sword.

"Did you do that?!" A voice called out to him. The Man stared down at him with passive eyes.
"Perhaps, why do you wish to know."
"That's amazing what sword skill could allow a man to do that."
"It is a trait of my blade, the Kunsangi."
"I've heard of it! Is it true if you swing the perfect strike it will unleash a powerful gust of wind?"
"A gust of wind that act's like a razor, yes it is true." Senju raised his eyebrows to his inquistor.
"That would mean your Senju-nata, the master swordsman."

Senju-nata paused, and frimly wrapped his left hand around his sheathe in case he needed a quick draw.
"That is I, and who might you be man with a hundred questions."
"hah I am Zohik, a warrior of light." Senju-nata nodded to him.
"I'm afraid I will take my leave now."

IC: "Senju! It has been a long time but you haven't changed. You are here yet you wish to leave such of my speaking. Why not fight and see who shell stay a legend and who shall be known for stories of truth? I have challenged you now but you must give a answer since I don't control anyone but myself." Zohik said as he took a few step forward sinking into the snow floor. "I wish of a answer for the time being I am wishing to fight for honor and life. some people call me the Life Warrior others call me the warrior of ligt but you consisder me regular and i wish for others to do the same. Maybe it is possible but I must fight you first. Now give your answer."

It was silent for many minutes as Zohik waited for a reply but he kept his hand on his swords grip handle ready for what Senju might bring without warning. But just then as Zohik looked at Senju he spoke as he turned around, ".............

Ooc: Sorry it is kind of small but I got to go.....

".......... You don't have the skill to defeat me."
"I'll be the judge of that." Senju chuckled lightly as his sword was released from his hilt with lighting speed. A smile formed on Zohik's lips as he drew his own.
"I'll take that as a yes." Senju-nata was silent as he took his blade, and jumped into the air over the steep incline falling down rapidly he swung his blade with great force. The sounds of the crashing swords flooded the air as the two began their duel. Zohik's form was good, real good. The swordsman dealt each other powerful blows, but neither one landed.

"Damn your good!" Zohik commented as the two came into a struggle for power. Throwing his weight forward Senju-nata pressed him back. Quickly Senju left an after image as he retreated to perform his Do Ryu Sen. Slamming the sword against the ground with great force the mountain reacted violently. Rocks, and chunks flew towards Zohik. After being pelted several times Senju readied his blade for the counter attack, by the look in his eyes he could tell he was retaliate hard.

Senju was known to be one of the Warriors that never gave up. His endurance was incredible as was Zohik's but this was a test of skill. Zohik stood firmly into the snow as he glared hard into Senju's eyes. Zohik pulled his sword forward till facing straight at Senju. The Hokiju was a mighty sword with a strong meaning but as was the Kunsangi, Senju's sword. Both warriors looked even to each other but Zohik knew that Senju hid many of things that would make him look like a mouse.

Zohik's blade tilted slightly then he flew towards Senju, Their blade clashed hard together and recoiled away. Zohik came back down towards Senju's stomach with the tip of his blade. The wind whispered under the move that Senju used to block. Zohik's blade was forced into the ground and Senju slit his shoulder quickly as he jumped back. Zohik squeezed it hard as his swet glistened in the clear sky's sun rays. His hand slowly lifted from the wound and he let it fall to his waist. The Hokiju was a two handed sword and Senju paused from his glare for the first time during this fight. The daimond orbs on Zohik's rist guards started to glow as he suddenly dashed forward at Senju. His blade came swiftly down aiming straight for Senju's neck. Senju's blade came up easily and blocked it but he switched quickly as Zohik thought and he slashed for his stomach. The blade stopped at Zohik's hand struggled to hold it and he came down with his own sword at senju's waist. Senju caught the blade also and the warriors were in a Stale move.

"Your pretty good for a I've never seen before." Senju spoke with straining words. "I've seen your technique before, who.. did ... you say you were again?"
"Of course... you've seen my technique before. We've fought... a long time ago when... I was called by the name... of.. Odin." Zohik Struggled out as a reply.
"Really. I've hear that name along time ago but you know what the funny... thing is... about that? I defeated him." Senju stated at their force grew stronger against each other making the pain worst.
"Remember, Life can be taken but it can also be given back so lets just see what happens." Zohik said as he glared deeply and hard at the warrior.

Senju's eyes went a little wider as the jumped back, both of their hands sore from the blade cuts. Zohik was loosing this fight and he looked up at Senju his sword pointing sideways to the left of himself, waiting for the next attack. The aching pain in his shoulder grew worse as Zohik gripped his sword. "
"No reason to look at me that way." Zohik stated as he smiled as if to boost his anger but no use. "Come on, you should try once to hit me."

Blood suddenly started to gush from Zohik's stomach. he fell to his knees quickly and spat out blood. A deep pierce had appeared without warning and Zohik was in deep pain.
"Is that the pain you wanted?" Senju questioned at he stood slightly sideways.

“Hmpf I don’t even recall striking you their, I thought it was higher.” Senju-nata held his blade loosely in his fingers off to the right. With his other hand he took his index, and his thumb, and rubbed the crook of his nose. Pulling it away with a quick motion he shot his eyes opened, and watched Zohik rise.
“Your sword is very nice indeed, Zohik Fine craftsmanship, but it lacks one thing... speed your sword won’t be able to match the speed of the Kunsangi.” Senju smiled holding his thing katana. Raising it till it was completely parallel with his body he ran his left palm along the back of the blade, closing his eyes.
“What are you doing...”
“It’s time we take this fight to another level, enough play time.” Senju spoke softly, just then the wind picked up from the west, blowing his hair off of his face. The crimson cape fluttered in the blissful wind, and Senju’s mind left this world as he found himself in a deep meditation. Though in deep thought his body was most aware of his surroundings his hearing, sight, everything was amplified during this state of mind. Zohik took this chance to strike, and lead a fast charge, raising his blade into a thrust he was going to pierce right through Senju’s small chest plate, and take his life, but just as the blade was a mere inch from Senju’s face it happened. His eyes shot wide open, and light lighting he took one step the side, and move to blade from it’s upright potion by completely turning his wrist the other way, and deflected the blow. Zohik stepped right through where Senju had been, and his momentum was used against him, his face slammed into the ground, rolling over he looked up at Senju with his blade already trying to finish him off. There was no mercy in this fight. Rolling to the left he dodged the blow, then rolling to the right he dodged it again, finally countering Senju he kicked him in the stomach knocking him to the ground as he grabbed his blade.

“I won’t be that easy Senju, you shouldn’t think so low of me.” Senju-nata brushed his hair away, and sighed.
“I must say my greatest weakness is my arrogance, but when you live a life like mine..., but if you were in my shoes you would be the same way as I.” Senju-nata raised his blade again, it howled loudly as he slammed it in his sheathe. The whole sheathe glowed with a strange sort of energy, Senju-nata was planning the Shin-taga.... One of his most deadly techniques.

Zohik didn't know what was going on in the mind of senju but he knew he had to act quick or he would parish under his opponent's blade. He looked at the hilt of Senju's blade once more and noticed that it was a deep glow far more powerful then his own energy. Zohik knew this was a techniique of some sort and it was a powerful one at that. Zohik had his hand ready to draw his own blade the second his move came but he realized that he would have a small chance of dodging this move.

"You always hear the clash of sword in a fight but here is where we will both hear the clash of power and energy." Zohik yelled to Senju as he slid is left foot forward out in front of him. He knew that his techniques here nothing comparedto Senju but his final technique was something that no one knew of. "Enounic" the word whispered through the air like a small breathe. Zohik's eyes centered and had a fixed stare on Senju. Zohik lifted his sword up, grabbing the back of the strong metal he held it out parallel with the ground. The glow grew stronger on Senju's hilt almost as if it were burning inside of itself. Zohik tense and swetting yeled out into the open to Senju, "Now, now is it, here is where the perfect move is. Try and attack and you will fail. Try and attack and it will be your own mistake."

Zohik's blade glistened in the sun and water dripped to the end and turned into ice dripping. It shattered suddenly as Zohik started to calm down in tenseness. Senju was at the edge of attacking but looked deeper at Zohik and he noticed something. Zohik's Gi was being split down the center slowly. As if a small knife had fell down it. He was stuggling with his own technique and it would be cataclysmic if he let off his control over it.
"What is this you are doing?" Senju asked as he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.
"You....know I...could ask the....same of you..." Zohik with gasping words pushed out as he suddenly helt out into the mountains. "Come if you are true to life!"

“You mean you have so soon forgotten the Shin-taga?” Senju mocked lightly drawing the sword as he kicked forward with his right leg. He screamed “You shall not forget again!”

Pressing his legs faster with each step he pulled the sword with all his might for a strong slash, his body was easily exposed, but he was no amateur just before Senju came within range of Zohik’s blade, Senju slammed his legs forward, and slid between Zohik’s. The maneuver totally confused Zohik, but the pain screaming from both of his kneecaps brought him to them before he could think twice about it. Sliding against the thick Ice, Senju rolled twice, and slammed his sword into the ground, causing him to come to a complete stop, Rising with a grunt he slammed the sword into his sheathe, and watched his opponent lay there in the immense pain. Then just as quick as the deep wounds were made, they all but vanished.

Senju spoke sarcastically as he brushed his hair off his face. “Ah the Shin-taga surely you remember now? When ever you move that leg of yours You’ll feel the God Pain.”

"The pain that......... I feel is..... not of my mistake but of .......yours and I have the power to agnore ......those of your...... strength." Zohik said as he stood slowly grinding his teeth and trying to agnore the godlike power of pain in his shins. "Your attack was in a shabble to your mistake. it will cost you in the time to come."
" My strength can't cost me in the short battle ahead." Senju said as he noticed that Zohik's Gi was on the ground where he once laided and his chest was a gash of blood pouring out of deep flesh wounds with broosings around their edges. hen noticing this and spoke out, "You have seen the wound on my chest yet you have not noticed the one on your own. Look and see what is to appear when speed guides itself." Zohik spoke this with words that stumbled over themselves.
Senju looked down to see nothing until a rip started to form in the middle of his armor and then it suddenly fell yo the ground in peices, his flesh started to rip blood splattering around on the white snow before them. He fell to his knees and coughed up blood. "How could this... happen when you were confused on how.... to attack, .....your technique should have... failed." Senju said this breathing in deeply trying to catch air as much as possible. The wound had pearced his lungs and made gashes worst then the one who released it.
"You see now don't you, My... final tech..nique is undodgeable for any warrior even the one who caries the attack will be tortured by it. I could not escape the attack even being behind it the whole time. It appeared to be that you let you attack fly before..... my own but I had..... let it go at the time to moved you left leg. Speed guides.... itself in this attack....... letting it fly faster then.... anything possible to dodge. Your .....mistake will cost ...alot for the time to come." Zohik spoke this gasping for air as well.

The wind blew softly across the open air and sent mists of snow through it catching on the warriors eyes and skin. Zohik's body tensed and goose bumps appeared all over him. He agnored the cold but the pain in his lags were almost umbareable, he lied when saying he could pushnit away and fight like a true warrior. He held himself low for this and pointed his sword at his chest. "I hope this can help even the littlest at this time of pain and hurting." He stood straight and his eyes narrowed to his opponent Senju. The warrior's chest was gashed and his wound gushed out blood and his bodywas of red water. The snow melted around him and the grass diedfrom the thick liquid. "You say that the pain of your..... attack never goes away yet it is bareable.... but it is.... the pain of gods. Can a warrior...... of my ranking really take... in of so much..... pain? You feel pain of which I have given yet you stand not knowing it won't go away until this fight ends with death and life. Blood pours from your body and you think it can be healed, once again you can't until death is given and life is spared. This is nearly the time for our 'Final Slashes.' " Zohik said this yelling out into the open after pausing for a five second period, "Sword Force." The wind stopped, the goose bumbes on his skin disappeared and he flashed his sword around slamming and piercing the ground of crunchy snow. A wave was forced from the attack and flew straight towards Senju yet he did nothing. The blast hit straight on and Zohik was astonished by what he saw. Senju had not budged. Zohik felt the smallest amount of energy sleak into his body from the enemy drain.
"How can someone keep so much energy after almost being taken from life and soul itself?" Zohik thought with pain in his mind.

Senju-nata staggered as his body colasped and he fell to the ground slamning his blade into the ground just to keep him from completely falling. Yea this was it, Senju-nata looked up at his opponet, neither one was able to move really, it was a complete stalemate for both.

"Looks like were both done for." Zohik took a step forward when he screamed out in pain, and fell on his knees using his sword for leverage as well.

"It would seem that way... When ever I move I can't stand the pain, but it seems you can't fight either." Senju-nata chuckled, but then coughed up blood. There was no bluffing this wound.

"I believe I can settle for a draw, until next time Zohik... Next time I won't be so careless though." Senju annoucned as a black vortex like gate began to open up behind him, sucking Senju-nata into it, closing after he disappeared, leaving the words to Zohik before he left.

"The pain goes away, nothing lasts forever Zohik."