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(27) Hachibi
Join Date: Nov 2005
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Re: Clash of the Elite Round 1 ~ Prelude to the Massacre
OOC: I’m sorry for lateness; I’ve had a bit of a flu the last few days, and then exams and shit made me too nervous to come up with anything good enough. Frankly, I’m doubt this is either, but, considering how long I’ve stalled already…
Sorry for taking so long, and I hope we can get this underway.
The demon kings laughter made no impression upon the man; in all fairness, nothing seemed to. Standing in the corner of the arena, his chest moved in and out slowly- rhythmically, and calming.
In comparison to the hook-nosed Garudo who had appeared, his own attire seemed rather plain, though that could easily apply for any comparison between him and the others. He did not present himself as the godly figure one might expect; rather, the gi he wore seemed to reflect a humble, modest devotion to the martial arts. Ripped at the ankles and shoulders, revealing raw, powerful muscles, it was nonetheless a clean pristine white, as though the wear and tear it had suffered over the years left no mark on his fighter’s spirit. A raven-coloured belt was tightly fastened about his waist, a short distance below the long, v-shaped ct in the cloth from his neck to his chest, which revealed a gut that was solid and tough, obviously the work of many years of training.
His face was calm, and quiet, with a serious expression etched upon it; this, however, was exactly what contributed to the “intense” aura floating around him. Close-cropped auburn hair floated around his bangs, with his head slightly bowed; chestnut eyes were focused upon the long strip of white cloth he had grasped in his hands, with no distractions.
‘Master Goken…’ he remarked silently to himself, without a change of expression, or any indication others had arrived; he seemed wrapped up in his own little world. ‘Am I worthy of this fight…?’
True the others, he was sure, had been surprised by their summoning to such a plane of existence, but he doubted any were as surprised as he had been. Such a prestigious event, between warriors of such awesome power, and yet here he was; not even a true fighter- not even close to such a level. Perhaps this battle, therefore, would be good for him; every fight, after all, was one more step on the road to achieving that dream.
Ryu’s grip upon the headband tightened as he snapped it like a whip, and a crack rang through the air, as though the fabric were going to break. Miraculously, it didn’t, amazing considering the sheer force that was obvious in the Ansatsuken users’ arms. Slowly, he grasped the headband-that was obviously what it was- in a pair of hands, the backs of which were covered by a thick, red material, similar to a boxing glove. Raising it to his forehead, he placed it against his skin, feeling it’s cooling touch wash over his spirit in a calming, refreshing sort of way. The invisible wind that half-wafted around Ganondorfs cape caught his headband also, almost before he had finished, and the long, tail end of it began to flutter. The archetypal wandering martial artist image… was it an archetype if it was who the person in question was?
With the bandana fastened in place, with only a few stray strands of hair collapsing over it, Ryu closed his eyes, and heaved a sigh, as though this had been something difficult. Slowly, he spread his bare feet apart, to shoulder-width, and tightened his hands into a fast, drawing his arms back slightly as he did. His muscles tightened, and an unperceivable change seemed to occur. His figure at once seemed even more serious and focused than before. The air around him seemed thick, and heavy as an invisible tension pressure exerted itself upon him, becoming more intense as he prepared himself. For all his claims to the contrary, this was no mere martial artist, for this was no mere contest, and these were no mere thugs that could be knocked down with a single punch. Perhaps he was not a true fighter (did such a state exist? He was sure it must) but regardless, this would, among other things, be a good learning experience.
Slowly, his eye lids slid open, glancing calmly over the King. With a slow, subtle nod, he lifted an arm to his ribs, the other at his side, and stood side on to his opponents, signalling he was ready for this fight. After all, his mind was not focused on winning or losing at this moment; it was the undertaking, the chance to himself through a good fight.
Surely that could be found in a confrontation with gods.
OOC:Usin’ Street Fighter Alpha Ryu, after some… technical difficulties with Envy.
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