Post by Adular on Mar 4, 2019 1:44:55 GMT -5
"HROOAHGH!" A guttural yell would rip through the silent scenery of hell, a beaten up Adular staring down his copy, round 37, he had fought this copy of himself for 37 rounds. Granted, it wasn't that he fought it 37 rounds consecutively, only 22 were consecutive, he took water breaks. Although breaks or not, he was still going to fight till he could accomplish one very important thing. Total decimation of the clone. Now this may have been an odd goal, especially because debatably, it was suicide. But Adular had tunnel vision on this goal and this goal only. It meant more than just figuring out a strategy to beat one's self, it was learning his weaknesses through combat, in these past 37 rounds, he had been thrown through every punishing strike imaginable, and he had delivered every punishing blow in his arsenal. However, quite upsettingly, the clone seemed to be catching up to what he did learn.
Though, despite this, Adular would smile, keeping his elbows close and fists tense. It didn't matter how long it took, he was getting an intensive lesson on himself, everything from how hard he hit, from how well he could tank blows, to how-
"PERFECT SHOT!" The clone would scream out, replicating the move Adular had experimentally created, launching a bolt of white energy to Adular, who's smile would find itself quickly- -very quickly, fading to a surprised expression. Scrambling to defend himself, he'd put his arms up in a cross, letting bolt impact against his forearm and elbow as it exploded into a burst of blinding light, engulfing Adular's form in a, quite contrastingly, heaven-like glow. As Adular slowly lowered his arms, seeing them scorched and blackened by the energy attack, he'd be interrupted by the sudden appearance of his copy, warping itself behind him. However, in one fluid movement, Adular would spin around, an orb of yellow energy having already formed in his right hand, throwing it into the copy's face, delivering a side kick to the copy's abdomen and throwing it back. Adular would laugh heartily, "Just letting you know, the same trick won't work twice."
As the clone continued to fly away, it'd suddenly stop itself, pushing it's elbows back and it's torso forward, and suspending itself in air. Adular's cocky smile would slowly dial down into a more serious expression, "I've learned a lot from this fight..." Slowly, his eyes would squint, his eyebrows lowering, his face tightening, and his expression overall growing more tense, "...However, we're locked in a stalemate. I don't care how superficial this battle may be, we both know that I'll fight till you stop taking breaths." Suddenly, Adular's pose would shift, this pose was... Different, unique, it wasn't one he had taken before, it's as if he just thought of it on the spot, "I'm not going to let this battle continue onto round 38. I'll find a way to surpass myself in the next five minutes, or I may as well have lost."
After a moment of sheer tenseness, like the tumbleweed rolling before a draw. The two Bijous, equal in power, different in mindset, would draw. Launching himself forward, one arm ahead, one hand clawing at the wind, Adular would soar, delivering the first strike, a forward jab. This attack would be countered by the clone, a crescent kick launching Adular's arm aside, using their own momentum to spin around and deliver a heavy right hook. Adular's gaze would shoot over to the punch, letting out a fierce kiai out, throwing the clone's punch to the side and finally allowing the first strike of the skirmish to be gotten. Adular sending a horizontal kick to the copy's ribs.
It was odd, surreal almost, the stunned silence of the copy as the heavy strike was preformed would seem so slow. As if time itself was paused for just a moment, but Adular saw it, his kick was a defining strike, a guard breaker. A punishing strike that Adular would capitalize on.
"KAMEE- HAMEE- HA!" Adular would scream, suddenly cupping his hands to form the blue ball of energy, and releasing the wave in less than an instant, the hot blue energy breaking onto the copy's chest like waves against a shoreline, pushing the copy all the way to the red earthen floor of hell. The loud crashing being heard for miles as a blue explosion engulfed the copy, scorching the ground. Adular would smile, though knew it was far from the end. To his expectations, the copy would launch from the site of impact, their gi worse for wear and leaving a trail of smoke. "COME, LET ME PROVE THE EXTENT OF WHAT I'VE LEARNED!" Adular would yell, maniacally laughing as the clone dashed forward, forcing Adular into a clash of blows. But, it didn't happen.
A fierce flurry of strikes, and Adular saw through it all, the copy would start, an angled hit to the left, countered easily by a small lift of Adular's arm, letting it impact against his elbow. Then, a swooping kick, a simple jump upwards evading it. Then, the copy would throw itself forward in a lunging jab, though all Adular would do is move up, placing his two feet firmly on the copy's back and kicking it back into the dirt, "Pathetic, perhaps this copy is too basic, it seems to only expect one style... Hah." He'd laugh, "Time to finish this."
Suddenly, Adular would shift his pose, placing his palm outwards, spreading it to face the copy, and quickly would a rain of energy blasts spew out, almost instantaneously becoming overwhelming in quantity. But to Adular's surprise, the clone would manage these blasts, throwing what they could aside, and defending against the others. This, well, would prove a little troublesome, Adular lacked in coup de graces that this clone would not already be accustomed to. And regardless of it's mental power, it'd likely still be able to perceive whatever technique Adular would be able to think of on the fly. Though, in Adular's mind, a thought would brew, perhaps, just perhaps, he could make a technique that could exploit some weakness of his. He'd think, keeping up the volley of energy blasts to keep his copy suppressed. And finally, he'd think of something.
Spontaneously, Adular would stop his blasts, staring his copy down, energy surrounding his hand as he took a stance that wasn't dissimilar to the Perfect Shot. He'd stare down the clone, the clone preparing a Perfect Shot of it's own, likely to clash with Adular's own. However, Adular would smile, knowing something, fantastic. Wasting no time, the clone would release it's Perfect Shot, another white bolt flying through the air at impressive speeds, but, not quick enough.
With a wave of his hand, a sudden, slim ray of energy would form and scrape through the sky. It was bizarre, it was nearly invisible, only being identifiable by an intense blur of the air it occupied, and quickly, this blade would find it's way to, and through the Perfect Shot, separating it into two fine pieces, and causing them to fizzle away. As his arm made a full swing, Adular would stop the energy flow, staring down at his clone. It stood still... Before it could stand no longer, it's chest separated into two, a clean slice through the crystal incubator. Slowly, it'd slide away, the copy fading into ash, the energy floating into the air, and returning to Adular. He'd smile, crossing his arms, closing his eyes and bowing his head, letting this little victory be celebrated in silence...
...Though, as soon as he heard a squealing noise, his eyes would open up... To see that... Well... His blade went significantly further than he expected...
...A pit of spike balls, all scattered across the ground, some separated into halves.
"This move may have some potential." Adular would say, mumbling to himself proudly, moving his gaze down at the ash of the clone he had defeated, observing as it continued to melt away. A small bit of teeth showing in a grin as it finally evaporated completely.
WC: 1354
Requesting: SP
Learning INT of Bijou Immortal School
Though, despite this, Adular would smile, keeping his elbows close and fists tense. It didn't matter how long it took, he was getting an intensive lesson on himself, everything from how hard he hit, from how well he could tank blows, to how-
"PERFECT SHOT!" The clone would scream out, replicating the move Adular had experimentally created, launching a bolt of white energy to Adular, who's smile would find itself quickly- -very quickly, fading to a surprised expression. Scrambling to defend himself, he'd put his arms up in a cross, letting bolt impact against his forearm and elbow as it exploded into a burst of blinding light, engulfing Adular's form in a, quite contrastingly, heaven-like glow. As Adular slowly lowered his arms, seeing them scorched and blackened by the energy attack, he'd be interrupted by the sudden appearance of his copy, warping itself behind him. However, in one fluid movement, Adular would spin around, an orb of yellow energy having already formed in his right hand, throwing it into the copy's face, delivering a side kick to the copy's abdomen and throwing it back. Adular would laugh heartily, "Just letting you know, the same trick won't work twice."
As the clone continued to fly away, it'd suddenly stop itself, pushing it's elbows back and it's torso forward, and suspending itself in air. Adular's cocky smile would slowly dial down into a more serious expression, "I've learned a lot from this fight..." Slowly, his eyes would squint, his eyebrows lowering, his face tightening, and his expression overall growing more tense, "...However, we're locked in a stalemate. I don't care how superficial this battle may be, we both know that I'll fight till you stop taking breaths." Suddenly, Adular's pose would shift, this pose was... Different, unique, it wasn't one he had taken before, it's as if he just thought of it on the spot, "I'm not going to let this battle continue onto round 38. I'll find a way to surpass myself in the next five minutes, or I may as well have lost."
After a moment of sheer tenseness, like the tumbleweed rolling before a draw. The two Bijous, equal in power, different in mindset, would draw. Launching himself forward, one arm ahead, one hand clawing at the wind, Adular would soar, delivering the first strike, a forward jab. This attack would be countered by the clone, a crescent kick launching Adular's arm aside, using their own momentum to spin around and deliver a heavy right hook. Adular's gaze would shoot over to the punch, letting out a fierce kiai out, throwing the clone's punch to the side and finally allowing the first strike of the skirmish to be gotten. Adular sending a horizontal kick to the copy's ribs.
It was odd, surreal almost, the stunned silence of the copy as the heavy strike was preformed would seem so slow. As if time itself was paused for just a moment, but Adular saw it, his kick was a defining strike, a guard breaker. A punishing strike that Adular would capitalize on.
"KAMEE- HAMEE- HA!" Adular would scream, suddenly cupping his hands to form the blue ball of energy, and releasing the wave in less than an instant, the hot blue energy breaking onto the copy's chest like waves against a shoreline, pushing the copy all the way to the red earthen floor of hell. The loud crashing being heard for miles as a blue explosion engulfed the copy, scorching the ground. Adular would smile, though knew it was far from the end. To his expectations, the copy would launch from the site of impact, their gi worse for wear and leaving a trail of smoke. "COME, LET ME PROVE THE EXTENT OF WHAT I'VE LEARNED!" Adular would yell, maniacally laughing as the clone dashed forward, forcing Adular into a clash of blows. But, it didn't happen.
A fierce flurry of strikes, and Adular saw through it all, the copy would start, an angled hit to the left, countered easily by a small lift of Adular's arm, letting it impact against his elbow. Then, a swooping kick, a simple jump upwards evading it. Then, the copy would throw itself forward in a lunging jab, though all Adular would do is move up, placing his two feet firmly on the copy's back and kicking it back into the dirt, "Pathetic, perhaps this copy is too basic, it seems to only expect one style... Hah." He'd laugh, "Time to finish this."
Suddenly, Adular would shift his pose, placing his palm outwards, spreading it to face the copy, and quickly would a rain of energy blasts spew out, almost instantaneously becoming overwhelming in quantity. But to Adular's surprise, the clone would manage these blasts, throwing what they could aside, and defending against the others. This, well, would prove a little troublesome, Adular lacked in coup de graces that this clone would not already be accustomed to. And regardless of it's mental power, it'd likely still be able to perceive whatever technique Adular would be able to think of on the fly. Though, in Adular's mind, a thought would brew, perhaps, just perhaps, he could make a technique that could exploit some weakness of his. He'd think, keeping up the volley of energy blasts to keep his copy suppressed. And finally, he'd think of something.
Spontaneously, Adular would stop his blasts, staring his copy down, energy surrounding his hand as he took a stance that wasn't dissimilar to the Perfect Shot. He'd stare down the clone, the clone preparing a Perfect Shot of it's own, likely to clash with Adular's own. However, Adular would smile, knowing something, fantastic. Wasting no time, the clone would release it's Perfect Shot, another white bolt flying through the air at impressive speeds, but, not quick enough.
With a wave of his hand, a sudden, slim ray of energy would form and scrape through the sky. It was bizarre, it was nearly invisible, only being identifiable by an intense blur of the air it occupied, and quickly, this blade would find it's way to, and through the Perfect Shot, separating it into two fine pieces, and causing them to fizzle away. As his arm made a full swing, Adular would stop the energy flow, staring down at his clone. It stood still... Before it could stand no longer, it's chest separated into two, a clean slice through the crystal incubator. Slowly, it'd slide away, the copy fading into ash, the energy floating into the air, and returning to Adular. He'd smile, crossing his arms, closing his eyes and bowing his head, letting this little victory be celebrated in silence...
...Though, as soon as he heard a squealing noise, his eyes would open up... To see that... Well... His blade went significantly further than he expected...
...A pit of spike balls, all scattered across the ground, some separated into halves.
"This move may have some potential." Adular would say, mumbling to himself proudly, moving his gaze down at the ash of the clone he had defeated, observing as it continued to melt away. A small bit of teeth showing in a grin as it finally evaporated completely.
WC: 1354
Requesting: SP
Learning INT of Bijou Immortal School
