Round One: Kihaku VS Musashi

[kihaku]

Kihaku gave a sigh as he felt out the amount of power he might have left, and shuddered. There was enough dregs left in his reserves, not including what he had, for a few more good attacks. Feh, it was always the stuff at the bottom that's the most potent. Regardless, Kihaku knew what had to be done, and if this match is to end quickly, then he must do what must be done. Kihaku made sure that his hood was up and clouding his face, he didn't want his smile to be showing.

Kihaku stood ramrod straight and put his forearms out, bent at the elbow at a right angle with his palms facing up. His aura, normally just a smokey mist, now burst into flames of black with an indigo interior. He was charging up as much as he could without leaving himself totally defenseless, and gave a quick chuckle. As if that would ever happen. The wind began to swirl about him as his aura kicked up the breeze in the small valley.

A sphere of dark energy grew in front of him, a foot away at chest height. Slowly but surely, it began to lengthen, gaining in speed until it was a perfect ring around him, spinning at almost mind-boggling speeds. It slowed and seperated into a coil, growing around and arould Kihaku until his entire body was enfolded in the black, tender embrace. At one end, it tapered gently into a point, whilst the other end shaped and molded itself into the head of a fearsome dragon. Black wings spread from it's body as it ceased it's infinite spin, forelegs spreading outwards to grasp and tear at the air before it. It's maw split in a ghastly smile, and opened wide as both it and Kihaku gave a deafening roar of defiant power and will. Arcs of violet lightning shot off in random directions, each time they struck the rock jets of black flam danced along it's surface momentarily before dying of malnourishment.

Kihaku was panting with fury, with power, his mind fused with the technique and now totally commited to the action. He spoke excitedly, joy, malice, and murderous intent clear in his tone of voice. "Art of Black Chaos, DRAGON TEMPEST!!" The dragon reared back slightly and suddenly rushed forward, wings buffeting the air and causing a breeze of it's own. Just before reaching Musashi, it veered off to the side and entered another spiraling spin, but this time, it went upwards only slightly before it's skin blurred, wings disappearing, forelegs disintigrating. All at once, it widened down to the ground and shot upwards into the sky, spinning at blinding speeds. The wind was ripped apart, caught up in the swirling black energies like debris in a storm. The air was whipped about violently, a roaring sounding like a dragon deafening the two warriors with it's intensity. The rock was ripped apart from it's ancient seat as the huge maelstrom rushed at Musashi like an animal. The lightning didn't stop, and grew deadlier as five bolts arced at the warrior, purple electricity burning with rage.

The wind began to spin inwards, a sucking vortex of malignant energies that pulled and tugged at everything, rocks the size of a dragonian's torso flying without a problem at the black hurricane. When they entered the swirling chaos energies, they were shredded into tinylittle peices going in one end, and sliced even smaller going out the other end.

Kihaku laughed maniacally at the results of his power, dipping his head to the left as a bolt zinged over his right shoulder. He felt the heat from the power and rubbed at his sizzling clothing to cool it off. Before Musashi even had time to counter, Kihaku already had a quick stash of energy ready, as well as the Yin Yang Talismans. The black glass shot up into his right hand and hummed pleasantly. Kihaku gave a slight frown of unfamiliarity when the pure white glass of the Yin Talisman touched his black gloves, the energy of light a strange and foreign thing to him thus far. "Even darkness bleeds daylight sometimes..."

[musashi]

(OOC: I”m taking into account that I spent last post charging while you build your attack entirely in one post.)

Musashi stood braced as a torrent of energy flew through him. His aura burned brighter and brighter, blue lighting surged around him, sometimes totally obscuring him from view. The waves of force he put out shook the ground and vibrated the air molecules, whipping up a frenzied breeze that collided with aura of his opponent who was similarly preparing. It would be a true clash of the titans in the last moments of their battle.

The saiyan warrior stood firm as his body shook. His muscles could have well been chiseled out of the very stone that surrounded them, only the pulsing veins echoing the stresses his body was experiencing. He pushed higher and higher daring his body to break down. He knew he wouldn't be able to contain the energies he was drawing for long, no mortal could long keep that much power contained in their body.

Then Kihaku's attack was away. The saiyan saw it coming as the dragon form tore into the sky. He knew he might be able to outrun it, but then, that would not be the honorable thing in this contest of skill and power.

So he waited as the dragon flew. The lighting bolts crashed in first, only to be met with a dark blue shield of opaque light. His ultra-dense ki, little used in this fight, deflected the lighting like raindrops from a canvas, shorting it out into the ground. The shield fell just as quickly and the rain flew. A rain of energy. The saiyan reached deep down inside himself, calling upon that inner strength, that will to survive.

Musashi could feel that the attack would be a would undoubtedly destroy him unless he countered. He fired ultra dense balls faster than the eye could track, faster than even the sense could absorb. They seemed a constant stream, like from a hose, spraying form his hands. His telekinetic grip washed over the mass, driving them into a grid, then a dome that reinforced from inside.

His golden aura was totally masked in blue, and for a solid two minutes, the entire battlefield was too bright for anything to be seen, as bright blue and darkness clashed over and over again. Rows of his ki balls, dense as they were, blasted to nothingness by the power of the incoming attack. It broke like water over the dome Musashi had created.

Finally the tempest receded. Musashi still stood, unharmed. His legs quaked from the effort of launching and controlling such an array o attacks. The golden glow was gone from him, leaving him with a pale white fire around him, barely even noticeable against the moonlight.

Amazingly, his opponent still reached for one more attack. Musashi knew he needed to do something to stall the man. Neither of them had much left to run on. He just had to no be the last one to fall. Sweat and blood drained off his forehead and Musashi reached down for that last once of what he had. He brought his hands up.

“Kai....Ooooh....KEN” he said mentally. A red blur surrounded him and he could have creid out at the anguish it put upon his body. “Not much longer,” he thought, “Only a few moments more” He let the kaio-ken attack surge through him, invigorating him with just enough strength to move, he tightened and fired. A blue beam of ultra-dense ki spurted out, moving with extreme velocity at his opponent, still drawing his talismans. At this range it would be near impossible to step, and no standard beam would be able to stop or deflect such a concentrated shot.

[Archer]

((You guys wanna make this ANY. HARDER. TO. JUDGE? Seriously, it was very close, but I think I've made a decent decision here.))

In the stadium, the fans veiwing this match watched the warriors' final confrontation in awe. Each warrior matched and outmatched the other in a continuous spiral of skill and and talent; this was quite the match for the first round of the Tournament.

However, as all who were watching it knew, the fight was drawing to a close. This theory was confirmed when the booming voice of the Judge rang out throught the stadium, stirring any foolish men whos full attention was not towards the fighting.

"The time is over, and the decision has been made. The winner of this bout is....

MUSASHI!!!"

((Again guys, this was a VERY close match, and I was continuously changing my mind as to who was going to win. However, at the end of the fighting, I felt that Musashi had slightly more control over the match in places. But, very well done to both of you, and the points division is Musashi - 3, Kihaku - 2. Good luck in the coming rounds to both of you!))