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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Battle of the Fists [Blackheart]   Tue Jan 09, 2018 3:50 pm


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It hadn’t taken much. It hadn’t taken much to track down the Danava of bare-hand fighting. That wasn’t to say that the being was hiding in the first place to begin with however. Still, the being was an enigma to her, and she made no effort to hide the fact that it interested her to know him. As a natural virtue of hers, the woman was never really critical or judgemental of almost any of the spiritual races. She had been born a Shinigami, raised between vizards and humans, and had simply learned to appreciate people for the qualities they possess rather than the stigma their kind represented. That sentiment extended even to the Demon’s, whose god was a direct threat and affront to everything the Soul King was, and everything He meant. More notably, there were the Royal Guard of the demon god, whose sole identity was the living embodiment and enemy to everything the Soul King’s Royal Guard stood for. Those were the only people Aiko freely expressed distaste for. Even though her position as Master of the Realms and Diplomat dictated she were lenient and accepting of all races, there were exceptions to almost every rule.

Blackheart was not of those. He was a member of a different guard at one point, but it had nothing to do with the demon god, and by extension, nothing to do with her. The reasons she sought him out were simply. For starters, he was a demon that had allied with the Vanguard, something that spoke of his loyalty and convictions. More importantly, she went to him for his skill and fame. There was nothing she wanted to learn from him, and likely nothing she wanted to teach him either. The girl simply needed to keep pushing her boundaries. There were not enough Royal Guard appointed, and with the might of the demons, it would be unwise to remain idle. She needed to keep moving forth, and he made perfect sense in the first step to accomplish that goal. Blackheart embodied the art of hand to hand combat; at least as far as demons were concerned. Aiko had been taught by just about the best martial artists to ever live, among many other mentors. And while she was known as the kido goddess, and a true empress over many other skills, her hand to hand skill and speed were just about on par with the deity that taught her for so many years.

”Thank you for coming. I’ll admit for a bit I was starting to think you wouldn’t show up.”

Prior to the meeting, Aiko and Blackheart would have likely communicated briefly through the use of letters or other similar methods. She hadn’t gone ahead and revealed she was in the zero squad, but there was a chance she didn’t have to. He could have known despite it not being a widely talked about topic. It was essentially only known to very few of the top Captains. He should however at the very least recognize the last name, and by extension who she was. The woman was known across the realms as a true warrior of the fist, with such a powerful dominion over kido that it seemed as though sooner than later she’d cross the boundary most would never come close to reaching.

”I trust you know why we’re here. And I take it that your coming means you’re up for it.”

If he had a speck of information on who she was, he would have guessed exactly why she had sought him out. It didn’t take a lot of brain power to put two and two together. He should be put to rest on the fact that there was no ill or malevolent intent on her desires however. Despite the Gotei’s alliance with the Vanguard, and despite the zero’s squad affiliation with them, the Royal Guard answered to a different higher authority. Of course, that didn’t mean they did not see eye to eye with the Vanguard and its people. Again, Aiko was supposed to be impartial towards most. But to avoid potential mishaps, misunderstandings, and collateral damage that could result in the accidental loss of life, she had chosen a location as far away from people as possible. It was somewhere out in the country, where mountains were but hundreds of miles away; nothing but visible small formations given the distance. The area around had wheat and grasses that were neither too tall nor too small. And despite their own individual and unique color, the nostalgic hue of the afternoon sun bathed the area in a color that was warm, inviting, and a bright premonition to the darkness and devastation that was likely soon to follow in the form of the night, and their battle.



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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: Battle of the Fists [Blackheart]   Wed Jan 10, 2018 10:15 pm




Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914

The master of realms words seemed to be echoing in the air, accompanied by a sound which shook the very earth. Each step caused the ground to compact beneath the black armor that the man adorned. It’s surface gleaming within the sunlight, reflecting the faintest of sunsets that dyed the sky red upon the horizon. His steps were unhurried, and the immense weight that bore down upon his shoulders was an easy indicator of just how monstrous the person she chose to fight truly was. No energy was being emitted from the suit of armor that continued to walk towards Aiko, the master of realms.

Instead, it was as if an immovable mountain was walking towards her. The sheer pressure of calm determination that emanated from the first of the unknowns was hard to put into words. It was as if the culmination of fighting spirit had expanded from the very epicentre of blackhearts body, resonating outwards until it saturated the very air with it’s splendor. It was as if the entirety of martial arts had bore itself before the master of realms. It was not malevolent, nor was it intentionally opressive. However, coming from a man who caused minor tremors in the ground merely from the repetitive motion of walking, it was certainly something that could be considered to be beyond frightening.

The wind would shift, blowing from the east as blackheart stopped a hundred paces from the master of realms. He did not move from this spot, and instead the ground continued to compress beneath his feat as soon a puff of steam blasted from the helmet that blackheart wore. Heat rose from every inch of his being as he loomed over the master of realms, shadows cast by the sun at his back.

His words had an ancientness to them, a power that went beyond mere determination and will. A transcendental quality that flavored the air and made one think of the martial spirit. It was not loud, but at the same time there was force behind each of his simple words that made them nearly impossible to ignore.

”Instead of using words, speak to me with your fists. “

Blackhearts arms shifted and with a clang he shifted them into a fighting stance, the glow of one of his eyes shining from beneath the suit of armor as he seemed to radiate an even stronger fighting spirit. One that was powerful enough that it could almost be physically felt in the world around them. It caused the earth beneath his feet to stirr, a faint cloud of dust rising to be blown away as the wind seemed to pick up, blowing leaves from the tree’s to send them flying upwards in the air as his words slipped forth to bridge the space between them once more.

”Or are words all you have?”






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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: Battle of the Fists [Blackheart]   Thu Jan 11, 2018 10:19 am


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There was a grin of satisfaction in her expression. Had he met her expectations? Not quite. Not yet. At the very least he was much different than she had imagined. The hulking suit of armor was certainly news to her, but in a way it made sense. It likely offered him great levels of durability and pain resistance over an enhanced physical attack delivery beyond what he could do himself. But to be honest, she wasn’t all that impressed. While there was certainly a chance to be wrong, something about a physical fighter fighting within a suit of armor felt like a kid boasting about his bike riding skills while wearing a helmet and pads, and a set of training wheels. Aiko had none of that. Her outfit was indicative of the organization she belonged in. And no real armor covered her body other than rather peculiar elbow length gloves.

”Taunting? I didn’t take you for a all talk no show kind of guy.”

Not off to a great start for Blackheart. The fight was just about to begin but he wasn’t doing himself any favors. It had just been disappointment so far. With a simple and quick shrug, Aiko would dart towards him. There was no fear and no distress in her course of action. There was no doubt Blackheart was powerful. And there was no doubt he was likely extremely strong and fast. However, Aiko knew for a fact she could outclass him. Her zanpakuto was literally condensed into the form of her gloves. She possessed ridiculous levels of physical strength that could stand toe to toe with some of the strongest. And beyond that, her enhanced skeletal system made sure to push forth the envelope of what she could do physically. And if that wasn’t enough, there was not even a shadow of a doubt in her mind that she was faster than him, and more skilled in the art of physical combat. It had nothing to do with his suit of armor but rather with how skilled she was, and how she had mastered those skills and moved past them thanks to the mentors she had throughout her life.

Speeding forth towards him, Aiko would not even appear as a flash of light. In fact, though it looked almost as if she was teleporting, it was simply the level of her speed which had reached thresholds that were unimaginable to many, and unattainable to most. With one hand drawn back, fingertips grazing the ground, they acted as though thick and powerful metal rods had impaled into it while being driven forth with speeds that were rather unreal. In doing so, it caused the ground beneath her and through her path to break apart and shatter, lifting up countless of rocks and debris that were sent up and before her due to the strength, the movement, and the sheer speed of her movements. With her other hand, a simple thrust of her fist, like a punch, would deliver an extremely powerful blast, not of spiritual energy, but of air and pure kinetic force instead. The force of the punch was such that it cratered the ground around her, pushing sharp rocky formations up and away from her sides, and firing off all the lifted up debri and rocks plometting at the Danava.

There would no time for chit chat or pity potty. With the onslaught of rocks and dirts coming for him, threatening to deliver a powerful blow, he’d have to worry about more about the blast she had sent his way; though that wasn’t all. As she got much closer to him, she pounded both of her fists together, creating a sound as if two trains had collided against each other at top speeds. From that movement, she punched the ground below her with both of her fists. She didn’t hit it hard. It was a tap. A love tap. Nonetheless, her fists would sink and crater into their respective shape as rocks flew up and away from the hit, almost as if terrified of the strength she projected. However, Aiko would use her own dominion and control over energy to exert an effect over the rocks that had just lifted up, molding them and pulling them together into the shape of two boulders that were each likely larger than she was. One she’d toss at him like a bowling ball. A really large and heavy bowling ball tossed by an extremely powerful and hardened individual. The woman would keep the other one in her hand as she came up and against him to try and deliver some kind of blow of catastrophic proportions with either of her limbs.

The Danava surely had enough on his plate. Certainly more than enough things to concern himself about to keep going. She knew the first wave of attacks wouldn’t decide the battle, but it would make it obvious she meant business. The girl wasn’t there to see how long she could last for, or how much she could do. Heavens no. She was in it to win it, since, despite his power, she knew that as far as skills and collective prowess, she simply outclassed him in every regard that mattered to their styles, and beyond. There was no doubt she was in for a clash of titans where she would be pushed to the height of her physical limits. But if he thought for a second that fighting her would be easy and a bliss, than he was as stupid as he looked in his suit of armor.


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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: Battle of the Fists [Blackheart]   Wed Jan 17, 2018 5:07 pm




Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914

“Do you truly understand what your fist is?”

Blackhearts voice echoed from within the confines of the helm that adorned his head. The intensity of his focus was enough that it seemed like the air was laden with natural pressure as the oncoming fist of aiko wrent spikes from the earth due to the progression of kinetic energy that had ended up traveling through the air path in front of it. However, how heavy was blackhearts armor? How long had he trained with it? The millennia of honing his body, had led to an intrinsic understanding of the benefits and disadvantages of fighting with the armor that surrounded the body. This was a great time to showcase that terrifying aspect.

Gravity became his friend as he merely lifted his foot up and then slammed it into the ground. To many this stomp wouldn’t be spectacular, but with 100 tons of force accompanied by his already powerful physique it would cause the earth itself to jump as if it had been hit with an atomic bomb or something of a similar nature. The rockwall was thrown backwards as the earth itself shattered inwards to make a half mile wide crater. The aftershocks caused the earth to tremor before the man named blackheart looked forward at the girl that had wanted to fight him. She was the one who had asked the very embodiment of bare hand combat to come here, and this. . This was what she wished to show him? This was what she wished to fight him with?

The danava was truly disappointed as an exhalation of steam left his lips and blew out almost like a cloud of smoke from the slits within the helmet that he wore. The boulder that came to hit him would simply be smacked down into the earth to cause the crater to increase in size before the man named blackheart simply remained where he had originally been. He did not make any movement towards the shinigami because the male had deemed that this was not how a true martial artist would behave, and he made his displeasure absolutely clear as his voice echoed the sparse distance between them.

”You mock me by throwing stones at me? Is that what the great yoruichi taught you? To throw stones at your opponent when your fists are the medium in which combat is to be waged?”

To make a point, he merely slammed his fists together and the impending shock wave from these two titanic bits of weight where enough to cause a wall of kinetic force to be thrown out around him, shattering the earth further until he looked at the girl infront of him and continued to speak.

”If this is what you think the way of the fist is about, then i will leave. I do not babysit children.”

Yes, that was what the unknown of the vanguard thought of the girl in front of him from their brief encounter. She was a child that thought by proving herself through raw might that she might be able to make something of herself. Like he gave a damn about who she was or what she was capable of accomplishing. All he cared about was the simple fact that in a fight where their fists would speak, she had deigned to utilized other means of combat. That was not why he came here, and thus he exhaled and said slowly.

”If you cannot move me from this spot in three moves, i will leave. Show me your worth, not your arrogance.”

Now he waited, waited for her to do something worth his time.







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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: Battle of the Fists [Blackheart]   Sat Jan 20, 2018 10:12 am


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His own step had caused quite the crater in the surroundings and lifted up rocks in almost every direction. The few that got lifted her way were simply smacked and shattered with ease. He was physically powerful, but it didn’t go so far as to make her uneasy. Hell, she was just excited, but the excitement only lasted for a bit as his whining and bitching only made her more angst and disappointed in the man.

”Look, cut the shit. This is a battle, not a tournament. My mentors taught me to fight and win, using all my skills but with hand to hand combat as a basis. Either quit your bitching or get the fuck out. Don’t waste my time with your bullshit.”

Aiko had always been someone to speak her mind. She didn’t mind or care to say things that weren’t in the best of taste so long as they were true. She didn't take ultimatums and she didn't take orders from anyone but the Soul King. It looked like Blackheart had expected a completely hand to hand combat fight. And while she intended to fight primarily with her physical skills, he seemed to have taken offense to her punching the ground to throw a rock at him.

By that token he’d probably cry himself to death if she were to use her skill in kido to achieve shunko later on. She didn’t have time for that. Aiko was a master of the speed and the martial arts, but her other skills supplemented just that. Her mentors had taught her how to combine her skills to enhance her fighting style, and she wasn’t going to change or limit it because some dumbass found it unappealing.

Aiko would not move from her spot. The man was downright disappointing in just about everything he had shown. The only barely decent thing he had done was showcase his strength, and it didn’t leave that much of a lasting impression either. If he chose to leave then good riddance. Aiko likely would have a much better time finding more suitable training and battle partners that didn’t cry and whine at every turn like a baby. If he however finally got his head out of his metal ass and attacked, then she would retaliate. For the time being, she simply maintained a battle stance, both hands up and ready to defend or counter act at a moment's notice.

”What’s it gonna be? Attack, or get out.”


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