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Feast of Blades: Trueblade Arena: Martial Heights

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The swordsman's kick did nothing to deter the nature of his own, it only turned the offense into a defensive, counter measure given the same intent. To kick that leg. Their striking limbs collided awkwardly, denying each the completion they desired. Like two rabid, wild dogs, the pair of them continued to down grade into quite the dog fight. Between kicking with one leg and pulling the other, swordsman temporarily standing on one leg would find his strength over the grappled limb useless in the loss of his balance. As his foot recovered to the ground, Bishop's simply repeated the bend and kick aiming for the lower body of the martial artist in general, namely between the knee and the groin. Accuracy was not key here as he pried his right leg free. Any attempt to continue a hold on that leg warranted nothing more than Bishop suddenly pushing off of his supporting left arm and crunching his abs in order to swing that mace at Kenshi's head.

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Kenshi went staggering over the collision his body went slightly tilting in the other side as the returned kick offset balance. The force against his injured foot the sharp sensation stemming almost, immediately into the area the spiked glove came into contact. Though even as he stumbled over the hard surface he braced his arms and stiffened footing, gritting his teeth. Refusing to let up on Bishop's leg from his clawed grip. In an attempt to further lock the captive leg the Foreigner snaked his rosary hand under hook from the forearm over the toe of Bishop's right boot simultaneously, the right clawed hand extended for the heel as he instead went ricocheting to regain his lost balance. Releasing the leg from his grips, the Soke retreated a few shuffles back and to his opponent's right about five feet closer to the discarded Naginata near the arena edge. His front foot pointed first leading with the swollen right yet, still pushing away on the ball in unyielding strength. The left foot angled a slightly 90' bend forming a t-stance capable of keeping the distance without losing focus on Bishop; as one foot moved the other picked up where it left off. The Swordslayer's hands went lifting to chest level, his arms bent forward in a defensive guard. Loosely were his palms open and fingers as he came to a halt slightly, crouching in his await of Bishop and white narrowed gaze.

The end of the fight was near, the hanyo smelled it close and he was more winded. Still, he stood in battle alertness of his enemy as the audience further applauded against their disbelief of this being a one sided match-up, that the blind fighter already lasted longer than most expected. All the while, remaining entertained by the overall bout.

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As soon as his leg was freed, he rolled to gain a couple feet from the swordsman, whom he still personally hadn't noticed was blind. Not like he'd care either way. Where he came from, a blind fighter was nothing too outside of the ordinary. In fact, most blind creatures humanoid and not where typically capable of seeing, feeling, hearing, smelling, etc.....in ways that gaze them clearer sight than eyes ever could.Coming to his left knee and his right foot, he braced himself, careful not to get up too fast so he could assess the overall damage the pretty man's nails had done. Another wound, superficial at best. His side leaking somewhat obviously, his head jerking to the side suddenly before turning as he craned his neck. He spat, and with his somewhat labored breathing, he rose to his feet once more. With his expression defaulted into nothing more than a cold smoldering gaze, no smile, evident, Bishop began to walk towards his opponent at a quickened pace. If the crouching warrior wanted a break now, he should just quit while he was ahead. If Kenshi allowed his proximity then Bishop opted to use the reach of his right leg once more, executing a Muay Thai low kick aimed to do nothing more than to warrant a response and continue the action.

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Imagine fear that rang behind the unknowing of a blindfold, the panic that brought one's heart having to feel and listen, losing the ability to see. When the floor boards rattled the difference in the vibrations of movement, to how close Bishop was standing in his attacks, to the Mace that whistled through the air every time it struck a swing. Once in contact with a physical object, the information registered to paint the hanyo minute details and pattern. Kenshi's blindness was a double edged sword, gift and curse that couldn't discern matter with the absence of his vision. However, in his instincts, his faith and conditioning, the warrior had a firm belief in what he felt from all physical senses. Bishop's readily cues leading to his attacks were something the Swordslayer was unable to read and react to accurately, and accordingly, not every time. In his defensive guard, the Soke shallowed breathing, lathering his bare feet across the wood, recovering their feel of the surface shall say. Not once the Foreigner's narrowed gaze made contact with the guy, his face lacked remorse or consequence for battle, devoid as lifeless were his white eyes. The footsteps became noticeable once everything else blocked out, Bishop paced himself a bit hastily than usual. The right leg alleviating pressure off the deck reaching striking range could have been the key alert and possible evasion. Yet, in that final step forth allowing Bishop to kick with his right and contact Kenshi, he stepped forth to brush on the outside of the kicking leg as it retracted. Sealing the gap between them shut as both arms went to grab the Mace hand by the wrist forcing downward pressure upon Bishop's. The blind man pivoted his body behind and to the right of his opponent swinging the arm in reverse as he contorted the wrist in an completely, unnatural manner to dislocate the limb from shoulder. 

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When his leg struck he could feel the opponent's resilience, gauging his ability to endure directly. Despite his training, the swordsman could only tank so much force without giving in to the body's natural reaction. The time it took him to take the kick and recover, before stepping around the retracted (right) leg was more than enough time for Bishop to see his opponent moving, in which he merely pivoted to remain more or less facing him. The moment Kenshi's hands both went to grab his right wrist, Bishop sacrificed the rotation of the shoulder in backing his follow up attack, and instead advanced his whole body forth in a singular burst of motion. His legs pushed him ever so closer to Kenshi as the left fist snapped out and forward, sending a left cross for the martial artists chin. The spiked cestus on that hand primed and ready to maul the blind man's face first by puncturing the target zone before those gnarly spikes were no doubt dragged, raking his beautiful face and mutilating it in the process.

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On 10/16/2019 at 6:15 AM, Twitterpated said:

The time it took him to take the kick and recover, before stepping around the retracted (right) leg was more than enough time for Bishop to see his opponent moving, in which he merely pivoted to remain more or less facing him. The moment Kenshi's hands both went to grab his right wrist, Bishop sacrificed the rotation of the shoulder in backing his follow up attack, and instead advanced his whole body forth in a singular burst of motion.

"Hmph!!?"

Relieving the front right foot of most weight he stepped, leading with a fluid left foot twisting inwards to the motion from his enemy Kenshi didn't grab the mace hand just yet. At the point in which Bishop pivoted to remain facing him, his interest of locking the hand and breaking it from the arm went disregarded and instead tilted with his head to follow slightly 90' degrees. Almost all sudden vibrations, sounds and ultimately the hanyo's sense of touch whilst being in contact with the surface of the deck was unwavering he smelled the anticipation by the minute. So intense of a fighter, of a General, a Grand Master even, his limits were beyond the normal consistencies of what life taught man and that of the true extents of a living being bereft from sight. In the silence of the audience, once again the world seemed so quiet in his blindness. The snap kick aimed from the heel of his right leg with his body, leaning from Bishop's pivot that found itself turning into the direction of the right kick aimed for the area of his solar plexus. With the motion of his legs he relieved his hands and reopened them into slight palms again.

Snapping to an half erect posture his hips and body shifted in the direction of his opponent to read his next move. Placing the weight of his body to return on his left Kenshi advanced his entire body forth at Bishop. It was now the rosary left extended this time singlehandedly, somewhere close to the upper half of the Mace polearm to stay from it's crushing reach. In an overhand grip of the tsuka on the Katana by the time the flash of drawing the blade from it's scabbard became apparent, the full extent of his arcing slash was executed to dissect Bishop's left arm beneath the cleavage of his pit, past the shoulder and into the side of his neck to behead him more or less.

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"Tch."

When Kenshi opted to change tact from an attempted grapple to the likes of a kick, Bishop found himself already committed to his actions. Punch, kick, grab; It mattered not to him. As he burst forth with his punch, Bishop merely flexed his abdominal region. That coupled with moving into the kick proved worthy of diminishing it's prowess enough to endure it with little to no repercussions. So as the kick undoubtedly connected, Bishop remained largely unmoved by it; In which he progressed with his punch all the same with his opponent snapping back from his lean.  Assuming the punch knocked his opponent back, the Russian Meta progressed by following up with what could only be see as a flying knee. A single step was all it took to keep the distance within his preference before springing up and off of the boards under foot. Bishop's right knee drove for Kenshi's torso with extreme prejudice. If it connected, he hoped to wind the man first and foremost. Ultimately, he aimed to stun him just long enough for Bishop to follow up with a blow to the swordsman's head. 

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While surely the leg was longer than an arm as it was heavier and slower, it did in fact grant more power over a punch. Considering the mid kick landed in the solar plexus, Bishop should have experienced some painful winding from the nerve endings and or immediate spasms of the muscles from the shock. Yet, he braced himself and flexed his six pack against the prowess of the drawn heel pressing against him. Placing the weight of his body to return on his left foot Kenshi rolled on his own heels to the left of the incoming fist using the momentum from his retracted leg. At about halfway in his committed 360' spin his left rosary hand fled to free the Katana from it's saya on his right hip. Planting his feet back into the deck with his thumb held against the tsuba hilt, the flash from the draw of his metal sword arched to slash at the exposed back of the guy with it's hisaki tip from bottom-to-top, cutting deep into the flesh to the point of his neck in one clean motion completing his full spin around to where he began. His arm following the familiar closeness of his enemy to guide the sword.

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At about halfway in his committed 360' spin his left rosary hand fled to free the Katana from it's saya on his right hip.

Bishop was grinning again due to his opponents near miss with his fist. By the time his opponent was reaching for the handle of his katana, Bishop's left fist was retracted; He was more than ready to press on. With the opponent still well within his striking range, Bishop pivoted abruptly as he swung that mace through the air. Aiming to slam it's head into the swordsman's right arm, approximately at the elbow, he obviously hadn't seen the man reaching for his blade. The two attacks nearly occurred in unison, in which Kenshi's cut initiated just before the mace slammed into his arm. The occurring arc of the slash cutting him somewhere above his hip before biting deep into his flesh and ultimately scarping against the bone of his rib cage for the sword and it's master were likely knocked aside. While this cut was a bit more than superficial, Bishop was almost certain he could still beat this mufukka into submission prior to bleeding out. Besides, the healers of this event wouldn't let him die. If he ever had a legitimate excuse to be reckless, this was it! Kenshi, if hit by the mace, would undoubtedly suffer a severely damaged arm if not outright broken. Currently, Bishop's only saving grace was that his gut's weren't popping out of his wound. At least not yet. The crowd that had grown silent in awe was now shouting and screaming once more, cheering and jeering at the exchange between these two combatants as they continued to bleed one another slowly but surely. It was important to note that Bishop's breathing was pretty moderately labored, but to think that could impair his ability to fight was a mistake no man to cross his path ever made twice.

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"Huuu!'

The sound of the audience long since tuned out. Scaling the edge of the katana from hip to the floating rib Kenshi took the beating to the arm oozing blood across his Akatsukizikuyo robe further, even his face and lidded eyes. No matter how conditioned Hinode’s Grand Master was, he couldn’t tank that damage. It was his reaction to been knocked and pushed even when he had been grounded on the deck, no more than a Buck Fourty in weight. The foreigner's teeth gritted together in shattering frustration, exalting a wildly shout of pain and discomfort from the dislocated right elbow, immobilizing further movement from his right limb. So unimaginable, a never felt experience, a honor to be struck so in his openness that a fighter he had just met this day, his first match of the tournament had caused him such. The Okami had not once yet stopped feeling, hearing, and ultimately smelling Bishop whilst in such close proximity throughout his hurt. This was fight or flight he was a dire wolf in danger's way. Forcing weight onto his left front foot as he stepped to pivot to the right, counterattacking after the mace hand.  His deftness of the Katana none the less with all fingers remained in position and grip. For the Imperial City and Wolves of Jigoku! Nimbly barring down on that blade a quarter twist, he side stepped to his own left and twisted from the air with his arm diagonally, two thirds the blade from hisaki cutting to aim down the blind exposed right side of Bishop's neck and fatally end the match. Simultaneously, his own right arm fell from his hip  broken and useless as he pressed onto his rear leg to regather himself from harm.

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Forcing weight onto his left front foot as he stepped to pivot to the right, 

If the opponent though Bishop wouldn't capitalize on neutralizing a limb, then perhaps he was too much practice and now enough experience. Either he was lucky in his age of 200+ years, or he was just ill experienced. After all, raw talent could only get you so far. Bishop had been bruised, bloodied, and broken more times than he could count. Both covered in ink and not, he had several scars to prove it. When he felt the resistance of a body upon touching his mace lessen, he leaped for while torquing his body. Twisting his hips, his right hand retracted that mace as his left hand lashed out and grasped Kenshi's robe short of the collar, more or less upon the pectoral. His left leg came to fold across the hips of Kenshi as the right leg came against the back of his knees. Executing a tenacious scissor takedown, Bishop followed up his mace strike without skipping a beat, without letting his opponent step away so easily. Perhaps such attempted transition would aid in his favor by the time Kenshi found a patch of gravity and fell back and head first into the boards of the platform. 

"TH'FAWK YOU GOIN'!"

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OOC: Post Battle Verdict: I'm going to guess both of you are wishing you brought some armor, could've avoided some debilitating injuries easily. A hard-fought match, both of you. While I know from personal experience just how hardy a bastard Tzak is, I believe there’s a little bit too much damage tanking in here. For that reason, I will be making the judgement that Mōmoku Akuja Kenshi advances, although it was a close thing, and the next few posts would have likely decided a definite winner, it might have gone either way.

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