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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 20, 2014 13:47:04 GMT -7
Takehiro would take the wrist-hit, knowing that if he let go of the man now he would lose any advantage he currently had. Once he was on the ground, however, in that hold, Takehiro had free reign, so he would not let go, though he would grit his teeth. Shou would find Takehiro's knee burying deep into his ribs and his arm shot straight out and twisting at the shoulder, fingers burying into his tendon to keep him from using that hand.
If Shou tried any funny moves, Takehiro would tug on his arm and threaten to dislocate it at the shoulder, which would mean Shou would be down one arm this early into the fight. He wasn't going to let up on the hold. He was stronger than his opponent, and he was going to assert that.
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 20, 2014 13:16:31 GMT -7
As Shou dashed forward, Takehiro prepared himself. He took a step back as the palm shot up, and it connected with his jaw. It hurt quite a bit, but it would kind of work to Takehiro's advantage. Before he could pull his arm away, Shou would find his forearm gripped tightly by the mercenary. Takehiro would take one step back, pivoting on his heels and ramming his hips into Shou's own, hip-tossing the guy over his shoulder and into the ground.
If the attack worked, Takehiro would keep a hold on Shou's arm and slam his knee into the guy's side, twisting the arm and jamming two fingers into the tendon on the wrist.
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 20, 2014 12:37:03 GMT -7
Takehiro smirked. The pressure was on here. He would make his way around the bounty, essentially keeping him between himself and Hiroshi, so the archer would not be inhibited when he tried to shoot. Takehiro would steadily encroach upon Ujiyasu, eying that halberd... looked like it'd hurt to get hit by that. So, he would opt not to. Once within range, Takehiro would start jabbing his spear as quickly as he could in Ujiyasu's direction to distract him so Hiroshi could do some damage with that bow of his.
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 20, 2014 12:34:01 GMT -7
Takehiro proceeded along the path, a little confused with what just happened. So, what was that? Some kind of portal? Takehiro seemed to be in a different hall, now... or maybe it was the same one. He was cautious at the turn, sort of expecting to see Hiroshi as he made his way around the corner. Instead, he found a path that had two left turns, and he realized he did "warp" somewhere else. He didn't quite know how that worked, but he had no time to be confused.
Of the two paths, the mercenary chose the farther one, going all the way to the end of the hall before he turned. Though, as he passed, he tried to see what exactly what was down the first turn. Turning the last corner, Takehiro would hold out his glaive, half-expecting to see a crawler jumping out at him.
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 20, 2014 12:22:32 GMT -7
Shou's reaction time told Takehiro everything he needed to know. The guy was fast enough that he didn't need to hold back, and he wouldn't feel bad for going all out. That was how he wanted to fight, and it just made him respect Shou a little bit more.
As Shou grabbed hold of Takehiro's hakama and struck out at his free leg, the mercenary would quickly react. He would push off his foot, allowing Shou's sweep to pass underneath it. His leg curled inward and immediately shot outward, looking to slam into Shou's chest with full force to knock the guy back and put some distance between them.
If the move hit, Takehiro would flip backward from the momentum and land on his feet, arms up in a defense position and feet planted firmly for stability and quick retaliation.
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 20, 2014 2:04:44 GMT -7
[OoC: Str: 20 Dex: 20 Con: 21 Wis: 14 Spr: 15]
Takehiro would have entered the garden once allowed, interested in the beauty of the place. It really appealed to his eyes, put it would be a shame to fight in such a beautiful garden. The irony behind all of this was that Takehiro had to fight the one man he'd really discussed the natural beauty of the world with, a man he'd actually come to like, despite their small encounter.
"Shou!" He chirped, a grin plastered on his face. The guy hopefully wouldn't take any of this too personally. Takehiro just wanted to win. That's why he entered the damn tournament. "May the best man win, my friend."
Quickly, Takehiro would proceed toward Shou, stepping in low and fast. He would twist his body to the right, sending his left arm out for a jab toward Shou's stomach. It would be drawn back very fast, and it would knock a little wind out of him if it hit, but mostly, this attack was to see how fast he would react.
In the event Shou grabbed Takehiro's arm, the mercenary would flex, pulling it inward. His body would twist to the right and his right leg would come up, his shin soaring into the left side of Shou's face. If that hit made contact, the leg would pass Shou's head, and Takehiro would bend the knee, wrapping it around him. He would then pull downward, using all of his weight, to smash Shou's head into the ground.
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 20, 2014 1:10:39 GMT -7
Character Name: Amakusa Takehiro
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Musou Obtained: Yes
God: Bishamonten
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 20, 2014 0:08:37 GMT -7
Once more, Takehiro found himself out at the range. This time, it was to test out the rifles a Daimyo had recently bought, as he wanted to make sure his goods weren't faulty in any way. Not to mention he was being hired as a shooter, and the man wanted to make sure Takehiro knew how to handle a gun before he would be given one. So this was a sort of double-whammy, testing out the possibly-faulty rifles while proving he was good enough to earn the job. No complaints could be heard from the mercenary as he took up his rifle, taking aim at his target from 100 yards away.
From what he could tell, this might actually be easier than the previous round. Bullets were much faster than arrows, and so there was less to take into account when it came to wind factors, among other things, right? So it couldn't be too hard. Taking in a deep breath, the stock of the rifle came up to his shoulder and he aimed down his sights. One small moment passed before he pulled the trigger. The bullet would rip through the wind, and graze past the target dummy's cheek. It was close... and there was a lot to be learned from that one mistake. Silently cursing, Takehiro lowered his rifle to reload it.
Taking aim once more, Takehiro took just a few extra moments before he would fire his second shot. He would exhale as he pulled the trigger to keep himself from shaking. Once more, the bullet would rip through the wind, though this time it would strike right through the center of the target dummy's head. This method worked, so it would be one Takehiro would keep for the rest of the trial, taking careful aim before each and every shot to ensure he would hit most of the time. By the end of the first trial, he would successfully land nine shots into the dummy's head, having only missed his very first. This seemed to please the Daimyo, and they would move on to the second trial.
Now it seemed Takehiro would have to shoot airborne targets. Bags of sand would be hoisted into the air, and Takehiro had to shoot them before they hit the ground. He would be given another ten opportunities, and he had to hit them at least seven times... this was going to be something.
The first bag of sand was thrown into the air, and Takehiro quickly took aim. Just as it reached the peak of its height he would fire, and the bullet sliced right through the fabric holding it together. Sand would spill out all across the floor, marking the mercenary's successful shot. He grinned, quickly getting ready for his next shot. This time, however, he got a little cocky, and missed the sandbag, earning his first miss of the three he was allowed. He really had to play it safe from this point.
The mercenary would consistently watch the bags and fire just beneath them at the peak of their heights. Each time from then on, the bullet would pierce the fabric and the sand would spill. The point of impact was clearly different each time, but it wasn't hard to see that Takehiro had gotten in enough successful shots to earn his job, and his pay, in turn.
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 19, 2014 23:26:34 GMT -7
Takehiro recently took a job with a Daimyo, but that Daimyo specifically requested any men under his employ prove they were at peak physical condition. The little trial he set up for the mercenaries to prove their worth, well... it was just ridiculous, even more than the stuff he previously had to do. Running barefoot in the rain and mud and shit. This was just insane. Sighing, Takehiro hoisted the rod holding the jugs atop his shoulders. They were heavy as fuck, but he had dealt with worse in the past. And he would be terrified with the thought of trudging upstream through a river with weight like this on his shoulders, if he felt the weight was too much. So he just shoved both of those thoughts out of his head and proceeded to the river.
Dipping a toe into the waters, the mercenary found it was actually a rather bearable temperature, and the current wasn't too strong. Steeling himself for what he knew was going to be a difficult endeavor, he stepped into the river and began to walk upstream. "Let's get down to business... to collect... the funds!" A few men would walk in after him, each carrying water with them as well, and they all seemed to speak - or rather, sing - that line in unison. It kind of freaked Takehiro out a little.
It didn't take long for any of the men to feel worn down. The waters were thigh-high, and the current seemed to feel stronger with each step they took. Not even a mile down the river, and it was though the weight on their shoulders doubled. Some of the men felt like giving up already, but Takehiro urged them all to push on. They needed to earn this pay, and damn it, they would prove they were worthy! "Come on, men! Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons?!" The Daimyo shouted from the land, as if to urge them on. They seemed to trudge on with his biting words, pushing further. The man grinned and continued onward, leading them through the river.
Halfway down the river, one of the men collapsed, shattering his jars of water. It was clear he couldn't keep up, but Takehiro and the others kept pushing, even though it felt like their legs were about to give out. "You're the saddest bunch I've ever met! But you can bet, before we're through, Misters, I'll make a man out of you!" At this point, the speech was tiresome, and Takehiro just wanted it to be over with. He felt like collapsing, his legs ached, his shoulders were on fire, and his elbows seemed to be going numb, but somehow, he just kept pushing.
The final stretch of the river was here, and the mountain path was in sight. By this point, it was only Takehiro and three other men. And the Daimyo did not cease in his speeches. "Tranquil as a forest, but a fire within! Once you find your center, you're sure to win!" It seemed like poems at this point, and the motivation now was to get out and complete everything just so he could choke the bastard.
Once out of the river, Takehiro felt relieved! His every muscle was on fire, but it felt like it was all so close now. Two hours were spent in that damn river, and it felt like two days. "You must be swift as a coursing river, with all the force of a great typhoon! With all the strength of a raging fire, mysterious as the dark side of the moon!" Takehiro didn't know what that meant, but Takehiro nodded to the man and raced up the mountain path. It seemed to stretch on for miles and miles, and each second that passed felt like an hour, but he knew he could overcome it. His breath was heavy, but he managed to keep it controlled.
Finally, at the top of the mountain path, Takehiro and two other men managed to set their jugs down, but they were all beat. Two of the fell to their faces from exhaustion, and they had one more trial in front of them. Takehiro himself rested next to his jugs, but it seemed the Daimyo who was going to hire them was not pleased. "You're not suited for the rage of war. So, pack up. Go home. You're through. How could I make a man out of you?!" Determined to show his resolve, Takehiro stood to his feet and approached the large wooden beam, untying his kimono. He had to make it to the top, and with how exhausted he was, it would be difficult to do this without some sort of leverage. So, he would find that in his belt.
The mercenary leaped toward the beam, wrapping his kimono's tie around it to hold himself. He would extend his arms and squeeze the beam just long enough to bring up his legs. He would essentially crawl up the beam in its entirety. Getting to the top was very strenuous, but he managed, and snatched up the medal. The mercenary roared a cheer, seating himself atop the beam and showing the medal to the heavens, as if to proclaim his success. The Daimyo who would hire Takehiro smiled. He seemed to have a very capable man under his employ.
"Somehow, I've made a man out of you."
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 19, 2014 17:56:24 GMT -7
Takehiro looked back to Hiroshi and just grinned, offering a confident thumbs-up before continuing. He appeared to be perfectly fine going off on his own. After all, he had an awesome new weapon. Plus, it seemed there were no troubles, so he wasn't scared. Though, he was constantly on the guard, keeping his glaive at the ready. Upon noticing the blue vortex thing, he stopped, cocking a brow.
"The fuck?"
He stepped toward it, noticing his clothes fluttering a little, and his hair flying toward it. It pulled stuff toward it... what was IT, though? He steeled himself, opting he needed to find out, though he was wary of these voids and vortexes after Hiroshi threw the head at the last one and they had to face dark lords of death. Slowly, he would thrust the glaive into the vortex, to observe what would happen. If it seemed like it was safe, the mercenary would simply take a chance and proceed through the vortex of sorts, though he never let his guard down.
If he ended up falling through some hole into never-ending darkness, he was gonna be PISSED.
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 19, 2014 1:01:30 GMT -7
"Right wing it i- WOAH, there's that again!"
Takehiro stumbled into the room, skidding to a halt as he regained his balance. Taking a single look behind him, he noticed the dark void, and was guessing this was very much like the previous chamber. They needed to get the chest before the void would dissipate... right? So they just needed to do this and get it over with. He was just hoping there weren't knights in here, too.
"Two paths, eh? I'm going... uh..."
Rather than speak up, Takehiro just started advancing to the left! He would be sure not to step on any funny-looking tiles, and he was wary of any holes in the wall. He didn't want to be riddled with spears or arrows or worse, expelled. As soon as the turn came up, he would hold his glaive out, pointing down the hall, wary of any monsters or traps or whatever. Same business.
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 19, 2014 0:09:00 GMT -7
Takehiro didn't know what the fuss was about, since he couldn't see his own eyes. BUT! He did see Yukimura's yellow eyes, and Haji's red eyes, and EVERYONE'S BLACK SKIN. WHAT JUST HAPPENED. AND WHAT WAS THIS ENERGY RADIATING OFF OF TAKEHIRO?!
"Woah... This is pretty cool."
He looked down at his forearms, turning them around a little, observing the mist that seemed to pour off of them. It was pure... darkness? What the hell? Did it do anything? Make him sick? Make other people sick? d'as weird, man!
"Alright, let's get going. I vote we take the right wing."
The mercenary moved the chest over to where it couldn't be seen, in case someone came in after them and tried to steal the treasure. Once it was secure and they were all certain they wanted to go on, Takehiro would start heading over toward the right wing.
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 18, 2014 23:42:20 GMT -7
SELLING
Wanderer's Hat: This straw hat makes you look mysterious. +1 Str 100 x .8 = 80 Yen
Wanderer's Gloves: These help your grip! +1 Str 100 x .8 = 80 Yen
80 + 80 = 160 Yen
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 18, 2014 22:32:21 GMT -7
[OoC: Str: 17(28+12)
Dex: 17(26)
Con: 16(41)
Wis: 14(21)
Spr: 12(17)]
Takehiro equipped all of his armor after setting the chest down. He felt this ridiculous surge of strength go through his body, and it kind of excited him! Even after all of that crap, he felt like he could do it all again! So, there were no complaints from him, of course.
"Well, that was something, eh?" He looked around the room, laughing. DAMN they got lucky. "So we up for another run-through or we wanna crack this baby open?!"
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 18, 2014 21:07:56 GMT -7
Takehiro was super proud of himself! They kicked some serious ass! But the sound of that terrifying whatever-noises that were being made caused him to look around the room, seeing the ARMY OF DARKNESS that was forming!
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-" he began, ushering Hiroshi to start moving as soon as he was ready. He made a mad dash for the chest, heaving it into his arms. "-UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-" Struggling a little with all of the new equipment and the chest, he would run out of that damn chamber. He was pretty sure the others would follow his example.
"-IIIIIIIIIIIS!"
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 18, 2014 19:55:01 GMT -7
Maneuvering around the attack was extremely simple. Takehiro moved his leg to the side and slid his other foot back just slightly, so the blade would slice up through the air. Before Maki would even have a chance to thrust it forward, Takehiro would swat the blade with his knuckles to shatter the brittle iron, and charge inward immediately after. He'd bring his other arm in close and low to ram into the boy's stomach with a good deal of force.
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 18, 2014 19:26:27 GMT -7
Takehiro caught Hiroshi with his bad arm, stumbling a little, but letting him down gently. Didn't want to throw the poor dood. He'd probably get badly hurt, given his small physique. "Easy, buddy, you ain't lookin' so hot." He saw him get blasted by that dark wave, and it didn't look like it was a good thing to be hit by.
Once he let Hiroshi down, Takehiro would charge the knight, ramming the glaive between its helmet and breast plate. If he was successful, he would rip the helmet off, pull the spear back, and ram it underneath the breastplate, in an attempt to pry that off as well!
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 18, 2014 17:40:01 GMT -7
Takehiro's eyes fell to Haji as the boy would fall to the ground. How many times had he gotten hit in the face, already? To help him, he quickly spun around, slamming the flat of his glaive into the knight's helmet as many times as he had to, to knock the damn helmet off and kill it. "DIE ALREADY! DAMN!"
As soon as the knight was slain, if he was successful, Takehiro would rush to Hiroshi's aid, looking to ram the glaive into it's chest armor and pry it from its body.
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 18, 2014 16:43:39 GMT -7
Takehiro would have cheered, if he didn't have a fucking glaive in his shoulder! He would pull the blade out by the handle, grunting and coughing up blood as he fell to the floor. He cursed, but he wasn't done with the fight. If he could take on any of the fallen knight's armor, he would do so, and, with its weapon in hand, he would charge toward the nearest knight (Haji's) and leap up, bringing the blade of the glaive down into its breastplate. If he was successful, he would pry the breastplate apart and begin whacking its helmet as hard as he could!
"If you hadn't noticed, you gotta wreck all their armor!"
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 18, 2014 16:07:00 GMT -7
Takehiro coughed up a lot of blood as the blade pierced his shoulder, and even more as the fist collided with his stomach. His body began to feel weak, but he was not going to die here. There was no way! Before the knight could pull its fist back, Takehiro would slam his own into it, hoping the explosion would destroy the gauntlet. If that attack was successful, he would slam his fist into the knight's gauntlet holding the glaive until it fucking shattered.
"Fuck! You! And your fucking! Big ass! BLADE!"
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 18, 2014 13:11:59 GMT -7
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-
Takehiro pulled his head in, flexing his shoulder muscles as he hit the floor. It fucking hurt, but it was a hell of a lot better than a broken neck, y'know? He would attempt to wiggle free, and if successful, hop back to his feet and hammer his fists into both of the bastard knight's shoulders! BREAK MOFO!
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 18, 2014 0:46:08 GMT -7
Takehiro would take the hit like a champ, turning his body a little as his face was struck to try and lessen the pain. Quickly, he would duck under the knight's arm and jump up, sending two explosive punches to its face. He didn't know how to hit the darkness, so he was going to go with just wrecking all of the armor it had on, and hope that worked.
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35(107)
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35(78)(97)
DEX
34(58)
CON
34(54)
SPR
34(51)
WIS
Daimyo
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 17, 2014 22:27:28 GMT -7
Takehiro tried to curse as his dark self tried to choke his normal self, and, in response, he would punch his dark self's fucking elbow out, and then proceed to his shoulder. Then he'd proceed to his fucking chest and smash it as much as he could, 'cuz he was REALLY not into choking.
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Amakusa
35(107)
STR
35(78)(97)
DEX
34(58)
CON
34(54)
SPR
34(51)
WIS
Daimyo
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 17, 2014 22:25:08 GMT -7
Takehiro let out an audible grunt as his elbow struck the ground, and he could swear something cracked. He didn't have time to figure out what, though, as he had a glaive aimed at his FUCKING NECK. He flexed his core, raising his head so the blade would pass just behind his head. Pushing himself back to his feet, he would attempt to get behind the bastard and slam his fists into the fucker's sides over and over.
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Amakusa
35(107)
STR
35(78)(97)
DEX
34(58)
CON
34(54)
SPR
34(51)
WIS
Daimyo
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Demon of Totomi
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May 16, 2023 20:15:54 GMT -7
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Feb 17, 2014 22:04:21 GMT -7
"You fucking bitch!"
Takehiro cursed aloud as the blade of the spear pierced his leg, and he fell to a knee. Without much time to react, he would meet nega-Tak's fist with his own, explosion meeting explosion. Quickly, he would whip his other arm around and slam his fist into the bastard's knee, looking to pop that shit out of his body and keep him from walking.
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