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"Chase"
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Post by Iida Katsumi on Feb 23, 2020 5:26:26 GMT -4
Katsumi wasn’t nervous, or at least that’s how she viewed it. Though her heart raced as she waited for her name to be called, though her hands felt clammy and sweaty, and there was a tightness in her chest, she wasn’t nervous. ‘This is what you have been training for.’ She thought to herself as her hands that were on her side suddenly clenched. ‘There is no need to be nervous, this tournament isn’t focused on winning, this tournament is focused on showcasing our abilities to the people. I am not nervous.’ She repeated in her head. ‘I am ready, I am ready to show them all just what I can do.’ She rolled her shoulders and started to do some stretches, getting ready for intense physical activity. She paused in her movements when she heard her name be called. “Here we go.” She began walking out towards the arena, smoothing her attire. She had wanted to put on her gym uniform as it was practical to move in. That plan had been shot when she had told her grandfather that it was what she had wanted and he argued not looking her best would affect the showcasing of her abilities, would make her seem uninteresting. She pulled her black jacket tighter over herself and zipped it up all the way. She felt uncomfortable wearing the white skirt to a fight and was thankful for the shorts she was wearing under them. She was a few meters from the outside and she decided to run the rest of the distance. The light of the outside world assaulting her senses before the loud roaring of the crowd did. She stepped out into the sun and onto the arena grounds, giving the spectators a sweeping look, the crowd growing much louder. She didn’t see anyone that she could recognize in the crowd and she nodded to herself. She climbed up the arena steps and began to wait and think. She had been a bit of a recluse when it had come to interacting with other students. The only times that she had interacted with other people was during classes and class activities, with the exception of Mithra who she had met while training. ‘Very few people know what I can do, but that also means that I don’t know what they can do.’ She settled into her waiting stance, hands in her pockets and feet planted firmly on the ground, as she waited for her opponent to show, one Desmoshi Haymaker.
TLDR: Trying to convince herself that she's not nervous. Wardrobe! The attractive candy coating of heroes. Looks like no one's coming to see her sport. Introversion: It's not a character flaw!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2020 23:34:58 GMT -4
"Every boxer has a set of rules, Desmoshi. I will tell you the ones that you need to become a great fighter and hero. Listen very careful"
Even now, the words of his father still echoed in his head. Desmoshi heart was pounding in his chest with a mixture of excitement and nerves. However, on the outside he looked calm and collective. The fight may be win or lost, but he was going to prove that he worthy of being called a hero. Mizuki was strapping his new bright blue gloves on. They had golden metal pieces on the knuckle with holes in it. "Remember, Desmoshi," Mizuki said as she finish the last strap on his gloves. "These gloves are design let you use as much power without too many incidents. However, when the festival is done, we need to take it back to the support class for the results."
Desmoshi clenched and unclenched his fist multiple times to get a new feel for the gloves. According to Mizuki, Kumoko made the tech within the gloves to give him the freedom of being able to operate full power without losing full control. It will still drain his stamina, but he can choose when he went all out. The holes in the knuckles would allow him pour out his element with ease. Honey did the design for his gloves and Desmoshi had to admit if he needed someone to make his hero's costume, Honey was going to be the person to do it from now on. The gloves were bright blue in color, custom with white trimming. On the backhand, it had his family's symbol on it- the usual symbols for earth fire, wind, and water with the fist in the middle. That symbol was his father's legacy as a boxer and a vigilante, and now it was Desmoshi's symbol as a boxer and a hero-in-training.
"Rule one: Always have the proper equipment. It is better to be prepared for the unexpected than to underestimate your opponent."
Desmoshi tightened the draw strings on his green boxing shorts and straightened out his blue tank top. It too display the family symbol on it. His sister checked over his boxing sneakers to make sure it was properly laced. "Don't need you tripping out there," Mizuki laughed nervously. He could tell that Mizuki still worried for him. He could hear it in her calm voice. He put his hand on top of her head and ruffled her purple hair. Desmoshi did this only to reassure his sister that everything will be okay. "I got this, sis," Desmoshi said with a serious tone. He had a smile on his face, but his sister knew their was different there. A tone of confidence. She grabbed her brother's newly made boxing robe and draped over his shoulders as he put his arms through it. It was also designed by Honey. It had silk blue fabric that shined in the light and the family symbol was embroidered with gold trimming. She pulled up the hood over Desmoshi's head, smiling at how great her brother looked.
"Rule 2: Don't get rid of your nerves. You can have things that keep your mental focus. But being nervous keeps you alert."
"Don't forget this," Mizuki said, handing him his necklace. It had a tiny speaker on it to play music through that usually kept Desmoshi focused. She put the necklace around his neck and click the clasp together. "My favorite tracks is on there?" Desmoshi asked with a smile. "Always," Mizuki replied with her own smile. Desmoshi had butterflies in his stomach, but the music kept his focus. He needed those nerves to stay alert. He heard that his opponent's name being called: Iida Katsumi. He didn't know his opponent's abilities. However, he was determined to give it his all. He heard his name being called. He pressed play on the necklace and the music started to flow within him. He gave his sister a fist bump as he exited out onto the arena, his song being his entrance music.
He did like his father would do when he entered the ring, doing practice swings and jumping from side to side. Most people would think this would be showing off. However, Desmoshi was relaxing his muscles preparing himself mentally for what was to come. As he entered into the arena, he saw his opponent across the way. She was calm with her hands in her pockets, waiting for the announcement. Desmoshi knew once the bell rang for the fight, those hands would be out and aiming at him.
"Rule three: Your opponent is your equal. If you don't treat them as such, you will lose. Not just the match. You will lose the respect of your opponent, your fans, and your family. Show respect to your opponents, no matter if they are good or evil."
Desmoshi bowed before his opponent as a sign of respect, never taking his eyes off her. He didn't know what she was capable of or if she cared much about him being there. But he was hoping at the end the match, that he would gain her respect and her friendship. Desmoshi looked up at the crowd and saw his father and mother. They were sitting in the front row, wearing proud smiles and had sign up that said 'Go Desmoshi!' They canceled all their plans for today just to see him fight. His father even pushed back the day of his fight to one week later. He always made time for his kids, and this gave Desmoshi even more confidence. His fighting spirit was rising to an all new high. He pumped out his fist out to his father, as a way of saying 'Let's do this,' and his father returned the same. His parents. To be a hero. The thrill of facing a new opponent. This is why he like to fight.
"Rule four: Remember the reasons you fight and who you fight for. It will guide your fists towards your goals."
Desmoshi took a deep breath and pounded his fists together. A loud roar could be heard throughout the arena, causing the crowd to go silent. Intense heat could be felt throughout the battlefield. Desmoshi looked at his opponent with glowing red-orange eyes that seem to burn with his fighting spirit. He threw off his boxing robe and fire slowly began to form around his fists. His feet began to light up with fire, sending a small wave of flames that formed into a small flaming ring around him. He got low as he entered to his swarmer stance. The fire enclosed around his hands forming a mouth with teeth. Then it grew a fiery mane and a face with burning orange eyes that looked directly at its opponent.
"Rule 5: No matter where you fight. In the desert. The jungle. Even an arena. Let your opponent know that it won't be a normal fight. Let them know that what they step into- IS YOUR BOXING RING!!"
Desmoshi's fists were now covered in flames shaped as lion heads. He pointed one fist at Iida, his heart filled with his fighting spirit. It was not an attack. But a deceleration that he would give it his all. And the announcement to his stance.
[smear:#e62a19]"MY FISTS IS FILLED WITH THE PRIDE OF FLORIDA! ROAR, KING OF THE JUNGLE! HAYMAKER STANCE: MIAMI SWARMER!"[/smear:#e69519:0]
After Desmoshi yelled out his stance, his flaming lion fist did a mighty roar through the arena. The roar was filled with pride and confidence. Desmoshi felt it in his soul. He was ready to fight!
Words in Italics- Desmoshi's father in flashback
Words in Red- Mizuki
Words in Blue- Desmoshi
Words in multiple colors- stance
TLDR:
Preparing for the match with his sister
sister gives him new support gear (fingerless gloves)
Gives him necklace with speaker
Comes in with the entrance of a boxer
Enters in his stance with confidence
Throughout all this, goes over his dad's rules for boxing
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18 Years
Female
"Chase"
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Post by Iida Katsumi on Feb 25, 2020 22:06:04 GMT -4
Katsumi remained still as her opponent was doing his things. She couldn’t understand why people insisted on doing things like that, putting on their own spin on things, adding their own flair. Grandeur and grandstanding was just unneeded in combat. Why did they need to yell out the names of their moves? Why did everything everyone did have to try and look and sound cool? Why couldn’t they just get to the point of things, use their Quirks to display feats of skill and heroism, and not get showmanship involved?! Katsumi sucked in air, in her thinking having forgotten to breathe, and kept herself from asking those questions out loud. That was something meant for another time, preferably towards someone who could give her an answer, not her opponent.
She returned his bow with a nod of her own and slipped her hands out of her jacket’s pockets, observing the effects of Haymaker’s Quirk from afar. The fire that he was making looked impressive but she had no intentions of getting close enough to find out exactly how impressive it was. From the looks of it he seemed like a close ranged fighter, given that his Quirk made the fire lions on his fists and he was stanced up. ‘Oh good, another punch happy person.’ She complained in her mind. ‘A close combatant would try to get into my space. As a ranged combatant I should prevent this from happening…but that’s going to turn this into a game of cat and mouse.’ One of her fists tightened. ‘Which means...create an advantage and don’t let up.’
The signal to start was rung, and she was immediately trying to land a hit on Haymaker. She dropped to one knee and touched the arena floor, sending her waves out directions in front of her. Whatever chips and bits of arena that her Quirk could pick up suddenly shot out, not at Haymaker. Only some of them happened to be going his way, but they were all slowly travelling out in a pattern, spreading out from her position. Slow projectiles acting as deterrents to try and prevent Haymaker from coming closer.
She stood up. “Please do not approach.” She warned him. “Or I will inflict harm upon you.” She gestured to her slow moving attempt at an attack. She waited to see how he would react and what he would do and was ready to use her Quirk in an instant.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2020 4:25:30 GMT -4
Dad always taught Desmoshi always yell out the name of your moves. Because your opponent will always expect you to do the same thing over and over again. Lead them into the false sense of security. Hence why Desmoshi announced what he was doing. He was hoping to see what she would do. But the girl's warning had him intrigued. He wasn't sure what the girl quirk was, and he couldn't assume that she was just a long-range fighter. She probably had a plan for him if he got up close. Desmoshi looked at the arena and the bits of rocks floating around. Charge in to see how much it would hurt or keep a distance and wait it out?
Desmoshi was an up-close fighter, an in-your-face brawler. However, thanks to Mizuki and his training, he had a plan if he was to ever run into this situation. But for now he needed to keep his opponent thinking that he could only do one thing. 'Shit, this is going to hurt,' Desmoshi thought to himself. He begin to circle slowly around his opponent, taking care not to jump too suddenly to prompt off her attack. He didn't look her in the eye as he made his way around the arena, keeping safe to not get to close to the edge. That would give too much information. The eyes on his flaming lion head kept its eyes on her, as though watching her.
"Man, why are you so serious?" Desmoshi joked, looking for an opening. Damn! Not even one. The rocks were all around them. "I thought this would be a fun match between schoolmates." Give me something. No? Full-on charge it is. At least let's figure out the range of this thing and how it works. It was going to take speed and durability. Usually, a head-on charge would be a bad idea. But he needed to see two things. One, how strong her quirk was. Two, how much was it going to hurt if he was to keep getting hit by it. Desmoshi had countermeasures in place, but he needed to know which one to use.
"Well, if you won't come to me," Desmoshi said sending flames to his feet, "then I guess I'll come to you!" He charged forward leaving a trail of fire behind him. He increased his speed, zig-zagging back and forth hoping to get close with a prepared fire punch. His fists roared with determination.
[smear:#e69419]Miami style- Blazing Fist![/smear:#e63219:0]
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Post by Iida Katsumi on Feb 28, 2020 6:31:30 GMT -4
“You all talk too much.” She declared, half referring to him, half referring to the other people who named their attacks. Katsumi was quick to capitalize on Haymaker’s charge. There was not a chance in hell that she was going to let this fight turn into a close ranged one. In order to make and keep an advantage, she had to keep her opponent off foot. Her goal was set, disable Haymaker’s means of approaching and fighting effectively, that meant only one thing for her, going for the legs. She remained impassive as Haymaker approached before her left hand curled up slightly and she fired her Quirk at the slow rocks.
Several rocks suddenly changed in orientation and direction of travel. Shooting at Haymaker’s legs in an attempt at disabling them through pain and harm. But she wasn’t done, her hand already moving, waving like a crazed conductor as she continued to use Vector Redial on the rest of the rocks. Half of the remaining rocks suddenly shot upwards into the sky, she figured she had some time before those fell down and hit something, be it Haymaker or the arena floor. Half of the rest she was busy lining up into a single row of projectiles with jerky movements.
The moment they were able to form a line that was aimed at Haymaker she wasted no time in shooting it forward, taking the idea of a train and applying it into her attack. If one hit wasn’t enough then several in a row, ramming into the same spot multiple times would have to do the trick. She waited to see how her enemy would respond to her three pronged attack. If he was still standing then she would have to resort to more drastic measures. She’d hate to have to use one of her best moves this early in the tournament.
“I have warned you against approaching.” She called out. “Please do not approach further. This is your last warning.”
TLDR:
Katsumi thinks that people like Haymaker talk way too much as she begins her assault.
Three pronged attack time! One attack aims for Haymaker's legs. One attack goes up and is about to rain down on the area in front of her. One attack is just a row of projectiles impersonating the pain train.
She really doesn't want to reveal her workshopped moves just yet.
Haymaker gets one last warning.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2020 10:11:01 GMT -4
In every fight that Desmoshi has been in, his opponents always aimed for the legs! Couldn't blame them though. Keeping a boxer immobile was the best way to fight one. However, Desmoshi was no stranger to this but he still have to deal with the "rock train" coming towards him. 'I did ask for this,' he thought to himself as quickly redirected his energy. He deactivated his flaming hands and transferred the energy he had to his feet. He didn't want to reveal he had other elements so early in the fight. But this girl was trying to put him down as fast as she could. And what fun will that be if the fight ended so soon?
His energy begin to reform around around his legs and feet to turn them into stone hard rock, shielding them from damage of the high-speed, pelting rocks. The rock train, however, was a different story. He formed an X with his arms to at least shield his face as rocks pelted with full force. He kept rock feet planted in the arena floor so not to be pushed or knocked down by the force. When the assault was done, his arms were bleeding from the many cuts and scrapes from the rocks. 'Shit! That hurt,' Desmoshi thought to himself as he used the water portion to wash off the blood and rocks on his arms. 'If I get hit by any more of those, I'm a goner!' His face went from happy and smiling to one with confidence and determination.
"You probably right," Desmoshi said in a serious as rocks formed around his arms. "I do talk a lot. But don't watch the mouth. Watch the hands." The rocks finish its formation, creating stone-like bulls on his hands with yellow eyes. They blew out steam out of their snots as they snorted, shaking their head back and forth. Desmoshi got into a slugger stance, his veins now visible throughout his muscles and his eyes completely yellow. He yelled out in pride-
[smear:#7819e6]MY FISTS FILLED WITH THE COURAGE OF ARKANSAS!! CHARGE, HORNS OF THE MOUNTAIN! LITTLE ROCK SLUGGER!![/smear:#e6e219:0]
She wanted to get serious? He would be more than happy to oblige. With one large stomp that shook the arena, he loosened on of the tiles. He bent down and ripped the rest of tile out the ground with his sheer strength. "Since you like to be at a range, let's play catch!" he yelled as he chucked the entire tile at her, full force. As the tile was flying towards her, he ran behind it, preparing his next move. He had notice that most of the rocks and summarize that they could be somewhere in the air. He knew that he had a certain amount of time before they came back down.
TLDR:
Desmoshi switches energy to his legs to form rocks around them to protect them
Desmoshi takes the full force of the other attack, left bleeding
Washes of blood and rocks with water from his quirk
Jokey Desmoshi gone bye-bye, serious Desmoshi engaged!!
Changes his stance to slugger with stone-like bull fists
Rips tile out of arena and throws it at her.
Charges behind the tile and plans the next move
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"Chase"
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Post by Iida Katsumi on Mar 3, 2020 2:21:00 GMT -4
The rocks that Katsumi sent flying up reached the peak of their height and slowly started to fall. Their speed getting faster and faster as they fell from the heavens like tiny meteors. They weren’t actually meteors though, they’d have to come from space for them to count as meteors. She expected them to reach the arena in a little while. For now she had other things to focus on, such as her opponent and his moves. It looks like her opponent’s Quirk had more than one facet to it. No matter. She’d already figured out a way to deal with him. Her victory was more than likely.
“Interesting.” She said, her form slowly moving into a stance, not a combat stance, but a confident one.. Eyeing the injured arms and the stone covering his legs. “You make an interesting opponent Haymaker, a close ranged opponent as a natural antithesis to my usual style of combat.” Her eyes suddenly gained a sharp look to them, her stoic expression tightening and her breathing slow. “And your apparent versatility is to your merit as a potential hero and combatant. I look forward to seeing what else you can do...elsewhere.” She started walking forward to meet the thrown tile.
“Because you made a mistake.” Her Quirk started flashing crazily, picking up the small bits of arena that had become scattered all around the battleground. They were either from her attacks not hitting anything, or from the ones that had managed to hit Haymaker and wound up somewhere else. “You didn’t take this seriously from the start. Checkmate.” The rocks started to shoot towards him from all around. But she wasn’t done. She had to make sure that this fight showcased her abilities so there was one thing left to do.
“But I’ll take a page out from your book.” The tile was in her space and she used her Quirk to send both herself and the tile up into the air. She'd never gone that high up before but there was a first time for anything. She grabbed the tile while airborne and angled it smash into Desmoshi when they both fell. “Final Move: Terminal Velocity!” She made the tile fall with great speed at Haymaker and as an afterthought she sent herself after it in the form of a kick, using her Quirk on herself and the air around her to add onto the attack.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2020 3:31:49 GMT -4
Desmoshi was caught in between a hard rock and an angry woman. Or more like those things were coming at him at high speeds. Desmoshi had accounted for the rocks that hit him earlier and the ones that were in the air. He forgot that he created from moving the tile and throughout their fight. He knew he was running out of time, but he still got plenty more left. He had already figured plan to get rid of the debris. And this girl riding in on the tile he threw earlier just made his plans a little bit better.
As everything was about to come crashing on him, Desmoshi eyes became a dark green as hurricanes formed around his hands. "Serious?" Desmoshi asked. "Fine!! I'll give you just that!!" With a quick snap and a sound of thunder, his hands became two wolf heads made of wind. He used both fists and slammed it down on the ground as hard as he could. [smear:#7be619]"HOWLING HURRICANE!!"[/smear:#e5e619:0] he yelled with determination. A hurricane began to form in the arena, blowing away any debris that was coming towards him. Whirling winds was surrounding him to protect him from any incoming damage. Whether she was surprised or not, that wasn't for him determine. He knew he needed to put her down... Now!! Transferring wind into his feet, he started to gather the rest of wind and begin to spin at a rapid rate turning himself him into a human drill.
"You know what I do to obstacles that get in my way?!" he asked the girl out loud as he transferred the rest of the wind into hands for a fine point drill. "I GO THROUGH IT!!" The tile came down on top of the spinning drill, stopping its descent, with a combination of his strength and durability. Sparks begin to fly throughout the arena from the clash of the two quirks fighting for control. The sound of rocks being churned away could be heard throughout the arena as the crowd held their breath for the outcome. At first, it seem that the weight was beating Desmoshi, slowly pushing him downward. "YAAAAAAAAAAH!!" Desmoshi yell to top of his lungs, his heart filled with determination. He would not give up!! He will become a hero!!
With that yell, a large crack was heard throughout the arena. Desmoshi's drill had broken through the tile!! He drilled a giant hole straight through, being sure to blow the rest of the rubble away from the girl's reach. As she made her descent, Desmoshi stopped his spin and he made one hand into a stone-like bull boxing glove and the other into a roaring flaming lion fist. He moved slightly to avoid the kick coming at him and created stones around his feet to keep his weight and stand his ground. He looked his opponent in the eye as both elemental fists came roaring towards her face at rapid speed. She got too close. This is what Desmoshi wanted. He remembered his father's words. 'When they look at you and think that are you not taking them serious, let your fists speak for you! Reach deep into your heart and yell-.' In unison with the memory of his father and his own voice, Desmoshi yelled out-
[smear:#e62619]PUNCH FOR PEACE!![/smear:#1d19e6:3]
TLDR:
Desmoshi shows how serious he is
Switches his stance to wind
Blows away incoming coming debris from all angles
Goes Gurren lagan style on the incoming tile with a wind drill
Breaks through, blowing away any other rubble from the girl's quirk range
Avoided the kick
Aiming both a flaming and rock fist straight at the girl's face.
Remembers what his father told him
Yells out his father's signature move
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84 Posts
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18 Years
Female
"Chase"
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Post by Iida Katsumi on Mar 6, 2020 11:39:38 GMT -4
“Futile!” Katsumi saw Haymaker’s efforts to fight back and had that to say about them. She could respect his determination to continue the battle against the odds that stood against him. Now there was only one thing left to see, which one would win? His tenacity or her tactics? Without a second though she directed all the debris that got flung away by the winds that he made back at him, redialing their direction and speed from their original ones to ones that suited her needs at the moment. And right now she needed them to pummel her opponent into submission, but that was probably overkill when combined with what she had planned for her opponent.
“Very well.” Without batting an eye at his yelling out the name of his attack while doing the attack she used her Quirk on herself once more. She fought back a wince at forcing herself to hit the arena floor flat at less than ideal speeds, she had a task at hand to focus on. The sudden change in direction and her being shorter than Haymaker caused the punch to pass near her head harmlessly. Without winding up her arm, she made use of being at a lower elevation than her opponent, and jabbed at his throat, her Quirk acting on the pocket of air in her closed fist and allowing it to go as fast as her improvised projectiles.
Then the rocks fell on the arena. She didn’t have to change how fast they were, just the direction going. Instead of going straight down, the falling rocks took sharp turns, finding themselves heading right at Haymaker like the other rocks. Her Quirk fired off non stop and was pulling on her energy, it was obvious that she was looking to end this. “You have forced this out of me. Congratulations!” Far from the stoic tone that she’d been speaking this entire time there was now a tone of finality in her voice. She pulled out one of her hidden aces, moves that she’d hoped she didn’t have to do until much later.
And without ceremony or yelling her Quirk sped up the air above Haymaker repeatedly. Shooting down accelerated air over and over again, coming down like repeated hammer blows.. She didn’t limit herself and started doing the same on multiple areas around Haymaker as she got up and distanced herself, assaulting him with air from as many angles as possible and feeling herself getting more and more tired. Her shoulder slouched and arms drooped as she forced herself to keep standing.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2020 14:09:54 GMT -4
Damn! She dodged. And she was redirecting her attacks. The jab to the throat hurt a little, but he was use to it by now. Pain wasn't the problem. Ending this fight was the difficult chore. Desmoshi hope to end this without hurting the girl too much or losing control. But she was so damn tenacious! Hell, so was he though. He had one more trick up his sleeve. But in order to use it, he would have to take everything coming in on him. At the very last second, Desmoshi covered his arms in rocks and air and implanted both stone feet into the ground. 'I won't go down,' he thought to himself. 'I still got a little fight left.' Desmoshi could feel his energy wavering, but his determination kept him up. The attacks from earlier and the ones coming from the sky all hit Desmoshi at once. Most people wouldn't have been able to power through this and Desmoshi admire the girl's strength. Maybe if she changed her attitude, she wouldn't so bad of a person. The rocks and air from her attacks hit Desmoshi at once like a truck. Desmoshi kept up his guard, using his stone hands to shield his head from the rocks above and the wind around his midsections blow away some of the debris and air coming at him from the sides. He couldn't stop them all, some of them nicked him pretty good. He knew once the assault was done he had at least few more swings in him to finish this up. Hence, put some of his energy into defense. The implosions of rocks and air kicked up large clouds of dust that covered the arena. The crushing of rocks could be heard through the clouds followed by large explosions throughout the arena. The crowd was unable to see if Desmoshi was okay or not. Some thought that it was game over. Even the official was about to call it. "You know. You almost got me with that." With a large clap, the smoke dissipated. And there stood Desmoshi, his tank top now rip to shreds revealing his muscular chest and muscles for all to see. He had few scratches here and there, but nothing a good meal could fix. "Man, Honey made me this shirt," Desmoshi stated holding the tattered remains of his shirt. "I hope she won't be too mad at me. Oh, well. It happens. Now where were we?" Desmoshi asked as he looked back at the girl. She seem to be running on fumes and he knew that his own stamina was about to run out. "No more running," Desmoshi said with a frightening tone. With fast reflexes he was in front of the girl, one fist with a flaming lion head and the other with a wind-made wolf head. "Probably should had shared this from the start. My quirk gives me elemental resistances and durability. Your attacks hurt, but I wasn't going down anytime soon." Desmoshi started to weave his body from side to side picking up great amounts of speed, making it hard for her to hit him. "By the way, your not the only one who was holding an ace move back. Time to go night night!" Once he picked up enough speed he swung his fire fist first aiming for her face. If it connected, he would hit her with the wind fist next. He repeatedly do this until she went down. He wasn't going to say it was over until she was on the ground unconscious. With conviction in his heart to win, he yelled, [smear:#e68819]CHICAGO-MIAMI DEMPSEY ROLL!![/smear:#5ee619:0]
Tldr Desmoshi takes the attacks and shields himself with rock hands and wind at his midsection Smoke and explosisons People think that Desmoshi has lost Desmoshi clears smoke, revealing his muscles and chest Gets up into her face, no more running Compliments Iida and lets her know about his elemental resistance Makes his fist into fire and wind and prepares Dempsey Roll!! |
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Female
"Chase"
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Post by Iida Katsumi on Mar 7, 2020 3:01:23 GMT -4
“I guessed.” Katsumi panted out as her attack waned down to the point where she had to stop it before it taxed her too much. She still had a bit left in her, but she was going to have to use this last burst of energy she had wisely or else she’d lose. She didn’t move as she came closer to her, getting ready to finish the battle. ‘But...if he thinks he’s the one coming out of this victorious…’ Her fists balled up tight as she brought them up, looking like she was getting ready for a fist fight. A close ranged battle wasn’t something she wanted, she lacked the durability to contend with anyone in a close fight.
She took a deep breath and a sudden flash of inspiration came over her. Her mind going fast as she held onto her intellectual loner mentality. “Hehehe…” Her laugh came out chilling. “Good night Haymaker.” With all the stamina she had left to muster she dropped to the floor and curled up, protecting her vitals and hiding her face from being seen as she took a silent deep breath.
It was slow at first, her Quirk started moving air, but then it picked up speed, going faster and faster. She squeezed her will, her tactics, and every last use of her Quirk into a final move. She wasn’t aiming for her opponent though, no she was doing something much different. There was a trend with chatty physical fighters. They talked, they yelled, they screamed and they got tired when they hit stuff for long. And when they did all that they used up the air in their lungs, their breath. This was her target. Her least ditch attack. She was going to turn the fight into a contest on how long you could hold your breathe and she already had a head start.
She wasted no time turning the area around the two into a space devoid of air. What little oxygen was left was being consumed by fire from Haymaker’s Quirk. Her lungs screamed at her to take a breathe and she resisted, it was like slowly drowning and forcing herself to stay down. ‘Not yet. NOT YET.’ She repeated over and over in her mind as she focused on holding her breath and keeping the area around the two devoid of air. She was Iida Katsumi, hero designation: Chase. She wasn’t going to go down on the first round so easily.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2020 4:25:34 GMT -4
Desmoshi felt as though as the air as was being sucked out of his lungs as she dodged yet again from his attack, causing his fire fist to miss. At first, he was confused until he saw two impornant clues to let him know what was going on. One, Iida rolled to a ball on the ground. Second, his flaming fist was growing bigger without him controlling it. Suddenly he was gasping for air. She was trying to choke him out!
Desmoshi looked for a way out but to no avail. He fell to his knees, trying to find an idea. He felt the last of air slipping away. 'Quick, you must got something let,' he thought to himself. Usually this would be a time to panic and give in. He looked up at the crowd. He could see the worry looks of his parents. He thought about his father and what would happen if Desmoshi didn't become a hero. Was this it? Was this way he wanted to live up to his father's legacy? He looked towards his sister, her face filled with worry and dread. He remembered what he told her. He got this. And for some reason... he felt hope! He couldn't let it end this way.
He looked at his opponent curled up on the ground when instinct took hold. His wind fist still had air left. He absorbed the rest of wind fist, held his breathe, and rechanneled into his lungs. She might have the power to remove air... but he had the power to create it! He focused air throughou his lungs feeling powerful bursts giving him some breathing room. It was only enough air to end the fight. And just to be sure... Desmoshi activated the water portion of his quirk, turning off his fire. He placed his hand on top of his hand and grew a giant bubble to cover his head. He finally let his breath little by little using to protect whatever air flow he had.
No more games. She is in a vulnerable position. On the ground with no escape. Time to wrap this up. He was Knuckle Up, tommorrow's new hero, the fist of peace. He was not going to lose. His was going to become a hero. He tightened his fist and gather the rest of his energy for this attack. His opponent probably didnt see it coming. She was busy trying to protect herself. His hand became a giant fist of stone. "When I say night-night, I mean it!" he yelled. He brought his giant fist of stone down with as much strength as he could muster, aiming at her head. He wasn't trying to break bones. But she was going one heck of headache when it hit.
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84 Posts
1 EP
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18 Years
Female
"Chase"
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Post by Iida Katsumi on Mar 7, 2020 11:46:32 GMT -4
She heard him speak peeked from her being curled up in a ball to see what he was doing. What she saw was a huge fist made of stone coming down on her. It looked like he was trying to defeat her before he succumbed to her little vacuum chamber. She made a muffled sound of sudden panic before as the fist got closer and closer. Then her quick thinking kicked in and she did the most basic move that her Quirk offered.
There wasn’t a flashy display of skill involved, no dramatic move that sought to turn the tides of battle. She simply used her Quirk to launch herself away from Haymaker sliding across the arena grounds, exiting the vacuum trap that she’d made and allowing her to breathe again as she pushed herself up. She coughed, gasping desperately for air and greedily breathing in the sweet oxygen, flooding her lungs with relief.
She straightened her stance, brushing off the dirt and debris from her clothing as she watched would Haymaker would do to get out of her trap. “You…” She said slowly, still greedily breathing in air. “Talk. Too. Much.” She declared after each breath, eyeing her opponent warily for any offensive movement. Maybe after this festival she would seek him out and lecture him on the importance of saving your breathe, especially when you really need air.
TLDR
Hears Haymaker talk and peeks.
She did not squeak, she made a muffled sound of panic.
The most basic move, the moving away, to the rescue!
Nongracefully yeets herself out of her zone and manages to catch her breathe.
Wonders if it would be okay to find and lecture him after the festival.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2020 20:38:01 GMT -4
Desmoshi stopped his giant stone fist from impacting on the girl's head. 'This is not how I wanted to win,' he thought to himself. He would never hit an opponent who was defenseless. Seeing her there... curled in a ball... it brought back a lot painful memories. He remembered when he was younger and bullies would pick on him and his sister. They would chase them down. Call them freaks. He remembered the days when he tried to keep his quirk in check. He remembered when he throw himself on top of his twin sister, who was curled in a ball, to protect her from the incoming fists of the bullies.
He then he remembered when he snapped...[smear:#e61d19] fire everywhere... Get away from her... Get away from Mizuki!... All of them! Burn all of them! Take there liv- [/smear:#e69419:0][smear:#1979e6]No![/smear:#346b1b:0] He couldn't do it! Not like this. He swore that his fists protect the weak, not cause harm like the bullies did to him. And the girl in front of her was not a one of them. She was a person just like him. She just wanted to be a hero. Desmoshi looked at his fists. Although the right was completely encased in stone, the other was roaring like a blazing fire. He didn't even know he activated it- it just happened. He felt fear cloud his heart for the first time since being at the school. He was trying to get away from the violence. He was trying to bring peace. And how he was preparing to end the fight- that's not peace. He almost forgotten Rule #4- remembering the real reasons that he fights and who he fights for. Even if instinct told him to do it, he could not bring himself to hurt someone that much. Not a classmate. Not even a villain. This was not how he wanted the fight to go.
He lowered his fist for a few seconds, trying to regain control of his emotions. The feeling of being trapped in the vacuumed space must have caused him to panic. His instinct must have taken hold, and it wasn't going to end pretty. A hero should never use that much violence. Even if it is for a win. This was not the way he wanted to do it. He didn't have too much time to search through his thoughts before the 'pop' sound came. The bubble that he made to breath in had popped. He felt the violent compression on his lungs from the lack of air. It seemed he lost his focus for a moment and was trying to get some control on it. He looked back to where his opponent was and noticed that she was gone. He looked up to see that she was outside the area of the vacuumed space. Desmoshi held his breath, trying to remain calm. He wasn't sure if she had a barrier around him or not. 'I can't do this,' Desmoshi thought to himself, feeling the lights go dim. 'I'm not strong like you, Dad.'
Flashback
Desmoshi remembered when he was younger, maybe about 9, he would spar with his sister. He could never seem to beat Mizuki. She was faster than he was. Smarter. More talented. "I can't do it," Desmoshi said. His training spar didn't end too well when his sister landed him on his butt- again! "I ain't smart like she is. I suck. Maybe I won't ever be a hero." His father was sitting next to him on the porch watching the sunset going down. He was there to consul his son before his nightly run as the King of Fists, his vigilante persona. Although he wanted to be a hero, he always made time for his kids.
His father took a deep breath and smacked him across the back of his head. "Ouch! What was that for, Dad?" Desmoshi asked rubbing the back of his head. His dad looked his son in the eyes and said, "You're an idiot." At first, Desmoshi was crushed- even his own father didn't believe in him. That was until his father smiled at him. "Stop trying be like your sister. You're an idiot, just like your old man. You don't solve problems by thinking every detail through. That's what Mizuki is good at. You have something different. And you know what that is? The will to never give up!" Desmoshi was confused as he looked to his father for the explanation. His father continued, "You fought your sister how many times? Thirty? Fifty? Did you give up then? No! Then guess what? Fight her another thirty to fifty times! As long as you keep going, eventually, you will be able to get that one good moment where you actually beat your sister." His father put his arm around his young son. "Desmoshi, you're old enough. It's time I teach you Rule #6 of the Boxer."
End of Flashback
His dad was right back then. He just needed to remember Rule #6. Desmoshi didn't have too much time to think, so he acted. He had his flame fist on one side and his earth on the other. 'Hope this works,' he thought to himself. He released the air he created his lungs to fuel his flames. He held back what little breath he had left. He knew that if he did this, he wasn't waking up for a while. His flame fist grew bigger from the released air, feeding it enough oxygen.
Rule #6: If you find yourself, in front of an obstacle-
Desmoshi put his flaming hand behind him. He aimed his stone hand directly at Iida. 'Please let this work,' he thought to himself. He wasn't trying to break bones or aiming for a kill shot like he did before. He wanted to win this fair and square. He just wanted to hit. She had to trouble breathing while being stuck in there with him. She wouldn't had jump out if she was immune to it. Meaning... he pointed his stone fist at her stomach, hoping to knock the wind out of her. Once he did, this he would have nothing left to give into his quirk. This had to work!!
-and the obstacle won't move,-
He put the rest of his energy into his fiery fist. The explosion roared through the arena as he blasted his way out of the vacuum trap rocketing straight for the girl. He made himself into human torpedo, using the force speed and momentum to create enough force to propel himself forward. He was thankful for the fresh air, but he had bigger things to focus. He kept his course as he slammed full force into the girl, impacting his fist into the girl's stomach. 'Go down!' He screamed in his head over and over again, hoping the force would be more than enough to finally put her down for the count.
'-YOU GO THROUGH IT!'
Desmoshi screamed the words that gave him conviction. His fist would bring about peace. He would shouldered the weak and hold up those who could not fight. He would use his fists for justice, not for violence. He yelled out his words, a fire that filled his eyes with hope for conviction and spirit-
[smear:#e63619]PUNCH FOR PEACE!![/smear:#1935e6:3]
TLDR:
Desmoshi has a moment of regret; does not want to win in the way he was planning
Thinks back to the time he was bullied as a kid and remembers his rules
Realizes he lost focus, bubble popped losing air, Iida escaped the space
Desmoshi flashes back to his father; remembers his father's words
Desmoshi lets loose enough air from his lungs to fuel the flaming fist
Desmoshi turns himself into a human rocket, aiming his flame fist behind with to blast him forward
Slams stone fist into Iida's stomach, hoping to know her out.
Yells out his father's move for the final attack.
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84 Posts
1 EP
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Total
18 Years
Female
"Chase"
Sidekick-Rank Quirk:
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Post by Iida Katsumi on Mar 8, 2020 5:12:06 GMT -4
Katsumi threw her arms up, crossing them, to block the oncoming punch. She grit her teeth as she weathered the attack, the stone fist of Haymaker. She did her best to keep up the block but found her arms getting blown back from the attack and slipping past her guard. She grunted, air being forced out of her from the attack and sending her flying back, slamming into the arena floor. She didn’t let out a sounds, muffling the cry of pain that threatened to escape her lips. Without saying another word she forced herself up, not quite able to stand straight and instead slouched and haggard.
She glared at her opponent and took a step forward. Her hand slowly raised, open, flat, and stiff. “You.” She said out loud as she pulled her hand back and got ready to charge. She was planning on doing something, to use another ace move to win. Then she closed her fist and took a deep breath. ‘No. I am not going to do that to him.’ She lowered her hand and pat herself clean of dirt and debris. She looked around and appraised the crowd, she could see that they were worked up, excited, she could even see a few impressed faces. ‘Primary objective achieved: Marketing of skills success. Secondary objective failed: Victory cannot be attained right now.’
She sighed and frowned. “You loud punch happy types annoy me. Next time I meet someone like that I’m going straight for stuffing their mouth full of small objects.” She rolled her shoulders and turned around. “You’re lucky Haymaker…” She started walking off of the arena. “I declare my forfeiture. Do your best Haymaker, if you talk too much again I’ll be visiting you and lecturing you on keeping your mouth shut.” She got to the edge of the arena and hopped off instead of taking the stairs, using her Quirk to slow her descent at the last moment.
“I really need to start packing equipment. I wonder if there’s anything that they’d let me throw around.” She mused to herself, walking down the path she’d taken to enter the grounds earlier and quietly making her exit.
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