Post by Kreiger Herz on Nov 2, 2011 0:00:47 GMT -5
As the Akki slowly approaches, and the fear once again enveloping, he set his face in hard lines, his normally relaxed face being set in lines of iron. The floating iron ball dropped slowly to his hand. He gripped with an iron grip (ha!), his flawless skin dully reflecting the mottled light cast by the reflected light of the full moon. He gripped the ball, applying the relative combined force of a freight train slamming into a metal wall. Suddenly, the metal ball imploded in on itself, liquid metal. But it didn't last long. It quickly spread to the shape of a German Zweihander, steel grey in color. Then with a sharp crack, it solidified, to form a blade of immense weight and beauty. It seemed to emanate power and strength. It was a beautiful blade, expertly wrought with gold along the hilt. The double bladed guard was sharpened perfectly, thick, yet sharp. The black-and-white blade, the white being the central core of the blade. Pitch black edged the two sides of the blade. A large diamond was set in the pommel; encrusted around it were smaller, black diamonds. The hand-and-a-half hilt fit perfectly in Kreiger's hand. A full 6 feet in length, the double crescent a foot above the hilt half a foot themselves, and the hilt a foot, all together weighing about fifteen pounds, it is a weapon perfect for a captain. It was a beautiful weapon, perfectly fitted for both combat and for a king.
His face now a hewn mountainside, his face set in lines as hard as sharp as steel, he gathered himself and leaped backwards, he carried the full weight of the blade as if it were nothing. Sliding a full ten feet backwards, he reached behind him with his left hand - his free one - he deftly untied his white leather smock. Flicking it like a whip, he threw it in the direction of the incoming Akki. Not wasting any time, he shunpoed forward, his blade spinning in an arc towards the akki's shoulder. Using the momentum from the strike, he spun backwards, blurring, his blade cresting down towards the Akki's legs. He then spun his legs around in a sweep, his legs aiming to kick the Akki's legs out from under him. Knowing this would most likely be a wasted investment, he spun on his hand, actually flipping back over the Envainer. Suddenly, he seemed to stop in midair, his feet vertically supported by spiritual particles. This he flipped off of, landing silently on the ground. He turned the force of the land into a spin, his 6 foot sword-span spinning completely, added to the extra three and a half feet of his arms.
This dizzying display of acrobatic skill and martial prowess came to a quick close. Without so much as being out of breath, he held the Zweihander over his shoulder. Her grinned grimly, amused at something. This was all a test?! Kreiger laughed. Soh, Akki! What is yeh name!? He then glanced over at Zeruel, disgust on his face.
Remaining Reaitsu: 630/880 (forgot to deduct 200 last turn)
Shikai: 2/10
His face now a hewn mountainside, his face set in lines as hard as sharp as steel, he gathered himself and leaped backwards, he carried the full weight of the blade as if it were nothing. Sliding a full ten feet backwards, he reached behind him with his left hand - his free one - he deftly untied his white leather smock. Flicking it like a whip, he threw it in the direction of the incoming Akki. Not wasting any time, he shunpoed forward, his blade spinning in an arc towards the akki's shoulder. Using the momentum from the strike, he spun backwards, blurring, his blade cresting down towards the Akki's legs. He then spun his legs around in a sweep, his legs aiming to kick the Akki's legs out from under him. Knowing this would most likely be a wasted investment, he spun on his hand, actually flipping back over the Envainer. Suddenly, he seemed to stop in midair, his feet vertically supported by spiritual particles. This he flipped off of, landing silently on the ground. He turned the force of the land into a spin, his 6 foot sword-span spinning completely, added to the extra three and a half feet of his arms.
This dizzying display of acrobatic skill and martial prowess came to a quick close. Without so much as being out of breath, he held the Zweihander over his shoulder. Her grinned grimly, amused at something. This was all a test?! Kreiger laughed. Soh, Akki! What is yeh name!? He then glanced over at Zeruel, disgust on his face.
Remaining Reaitsu: 630/880 (forgot to deduct 200 last turn)
Shikai: 2/10