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H B ɪsʜᴀᴍᴏɴᴛᴇɴ I C ([personal profile] accoutered) wrote in [community profile] pawnstorm2016-06-11 06:37 pm

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Who: bishamonten and anyone who may also be training or would like to watch a former goddess Struggle
When: 06/11
Where: hall of glory courtyard
What: bishamon is trying to learn how to fight again in her new, fragile human body... and figure out wth is up with her weapon in the process. #thestruggleisreal #whatismana #dontskiplegday
Rating: potential for some violence, but otherwise should be alright!

(1) THE BORING KIND OF CARDIO »
[ anyone around the courtyard on this early morning may find themselves having to share the space with an overzealous hero in training... or someone with some serious anger management problems. (or both.)

situated to one side of the courtyard, on lush green grass and right beneath the shade of a large tree is bishamon, currently making full use of the wooden training dummy the keepers of the hall of glory had been kind enough to supply her. from the amount of sweat she's managed to work up (not to mention a good number of bruises already beginning to form along her hands, arms, and legs, and the blood caking along her knuckles) it's clear she's been at this for quite a while... and rather vigorously, too.

the style itself is not easily identifiable, less technique and more raw energy and skill. she strikes fast and hard and with no fear, as if completely unaware of her own limits (or, perhaps, unused to having them), but every now and then she will land a blow that has her flinching back in shock and pain. every time it happens she grits her teeth and seems to make a mental note, before striking the exact same spot with the exact same blow, again and again and again, until finally she does not flinch back in pain anymore.

it's a shame about that uniform, really. she had originally found the skirt impractical, but found it useful now in granting her more movement in the legs. the top, sadly, she had to be more creative with — needing the freedom of her arms, but not wanting to appear too indecent (some people come out there to eat, after all) she had to contend with simply unbutton the first couple of buttons and tying the sleeves around her chest like a wrap. unfortunately, not even these measures could withstand the brunt of all of her movements. of course, by the time she realizes the strain she's putting on the clothing, it's a little too late...

which is why, if you hadn't already approached her before this, she will stop you as you pass by, getting your attention with the wave of one (somewhat bloody) hand. ]


Excuse me — would you happen to know if there's a tailor around here?

(2) BANG BANG ALL OVER YOU »
[ is it just bishamon, or do those stuffed bears do unnervingly smug?

it's gotta be the eyebrows, or maybe it's the stitching along the muzzle. whatever the reason, bishamon decides she doesn't like them, and so doesn't feel even the slightest bit of guilt when she raises her weapon in the air, takes aim, and pulls

and pulls.

and pulls and pulls and pulls and pulls and pullsandpullsandpULLSand ]


This is stupid!

[ WHY WOULD ANYONE ARM SOMEONE WITH A GUN THAT HAS NO BULLETS???

with a frustrated growl, bishamon chucks the offending weapon towards the bear to the farthest right, its blade embedding right in between its beady little eyes. ]

(3) HAKUNA MANA-TA »
[ or maybe you'll find her sitting by the canal that runs through the center of the courtyard, perched precariously close to the edge along one of the stone ledges that line it. she seems to be two seconds away from falling into the canal herself, what with how much she is leaning over it, but her full attention is drawn to the water itself, rather than her proximity to it.

anyone looking over will notice how intensely she is staring at the water's surface, her brows drawn together and lips pursed in an expression of utmost concentration. slowly, she raises a hand and after a moment of steeling herself, she gives her index finger a quick flick.

there is some slight lag time, but before long, even just the casual observer will notice a large droplet of water pop itself out from the water's surface and crash right into — well. probably your cheek. bishamon sits up suddenly, eyes wide with a look of utter shock and pride. sorry, innocent bystander, she'll feel bad about that in two seconds, just let her finish her mental victory dance.

SHE DID IT, SHE MAGICKED. ]
hiryugaeshi: (still insufferably smug)

[personal profile] hiryugaeshi 2016-06-12 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course. And yet, we're not in battle, are we? [ Kojirou looks around, confirming that this is, in fact, still the Hall of Glory and not one of the many battlefields they've been on, and will fight on in the future. ]

This is a training ground, and if you won't do it right while training, how could you possibly do it in battle?

[ He's judging you, lady, and he's not sure he buys that explanation fully himself. "Feasible" would be just shooting the damn gun. Unfortunately, he wasn't around to watch her fail to fire it. ]
hiryugaeshi: (come at me)

[personal profile] hiryugaeshi 2016-06-13 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Bishamonten's stare washes over Kojirou, and he's hardly shaken by it. Intimidating him might, in fact, be impossible. This is a man who ended up having to fight Heracles and King Arthur, after all. Not that he beat them. ]

Is that so? You'll have to show me how sharp that blade of yours is, then. [ He draws his own magic weapon: A wooden sword, far longer than it really has any right to be, practically just a pole if not for the carved edge and slight curvature. ]

You can call me Assassin, or Sasaki Kojirou. [ He steps towards Bishamon, the Laundry Pole resting on his shoulder. ]
hiryugaeshi: (really?)

[personal profile] hiryugaeshi 2016-06-13 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
Bishamonten. [ Kojirou raises an eyebrow at that. There are plenty of famous people running around Blanc, Heroic Spirits from all across the world, but this is quite something else altogether. ]

That's quite a name to live up to. In fact, some might call it heresy.

[ Kojirou himself was a believer in the gods, of course. How could he not be, growing up in the lower castes of feudal Japan? But just because he believed, doesn't mean he's going to be afraid of anyone bearing their name. In fact, quite the opposite.

It's been said his swordplay intruded onto the realm of the gods. Perhaps it's time for him to put that to the test. ]


Your blade will tell me all I need to know. Come.
hiryugaeshi: (break through me with force)

[personal profile] hiryugaeshi 2016-06-13 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's unfortunate. If they were both manifested in their proper forms, Kojirou would have really enjoyed himself. Challenging things greater than himself, trying to eke out impossible victories, was the greatest entertainment in his eyes. The bearer of the mightiest holy sword, great dragons thought to be invincible, a demon who had killed a hundred men prior, the world itself which refused his attempts to cut down a single swallow. He had challenged all of them, and he hadn't always won, but he always made a good show of things.

So it's unfortunate that here he's a Knight, and she's a Pawn, so even though he's fighting an actual god of war, he's not the underdog in this fight at all. He's stronger, he's faster, and he actually knows how to use his own weapon. ]


It'll be a long time before I need benevolence from you. [ The wooden sword moves in a clean arc, parrying Bishamon's attack with ease. The weapons bounce off each other, but that's hardly the end of the fight: Mana runs through the Laundry Pole, and a spike sprouts from Kojirou's weapon. A wooden branch from a wooden sword, nothing special at all, but it approaches from an impossible angle, a threat headed right for his opponent's neck despite him pulling the main body of his sword away.

She wants to see his full capability. This is what it looks like. ]
hiryugaeshi: (so badass)

[personal profile] hiryugaeshi 2016-06-14 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The branches of the Laundry Pole aren't indestructible, unlike the main body of the sword itself, so chopping them off is hardly impossible. Bishamon's gunblade bites through the wood, which falls away and disappears into its constituent mana, as though it was never there.

Kojirou is however, not too bothered. He has a magic weapon so he'll use it to its utmost, but he's more than happy to use nothing but the sword in his hand if it comes down to it, and if she's busy chopping away at branches, Bishamon will have less time to deal with the sword sweeping in towards her neck.

It's a long weapon. Longer than Masa, even longer than Bishamon is tall. He has plenty of range range to strike her with, and that allows Kojirou to be relentless in his offence, knowing that she's unlikely to be able to get close to her own range without Kojirou having plenty of time to respond. In many ways, it's the worst possible situation for her, beaten in strength, speed, range, and skills.

What's left for the goddess then? Kojirou would love to find out. ]
hiryugaeshi: (TSUBAME)

[personal profile] hiryugaeshi 2016-06-15 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If he had been swinging a steel sword, Bishamon grabbing hold of it would have been foolish at best. A sharp pull of the weapon would have ripped her hands into ribbons, and that would have been that. Of course, with a properly sharpened weapon, his first clean strike would have taken her head off already, so there would be no need for that.

A constant price he has to pay for having a versatile weapon.

But he's not done just yet! A little more mana, and the Laundry Pole shifts beneaths Bishamon's feet, branches bursting out like spikes at her feet. Nothing that would kill her, but they would hopefully persuade her to get off his weapon. Even that would not be enough to fully protect him however, not when the tip of his blade is stuck in the dirt and his opponent is already inside its range.

So he releases the Laundry Pole, and resorts to his bare fists. But bare fists are still dangerous weapons, especially those of a promoted Knight. A banner made of mana sprouts behind Kojirou, the power of a Stormy Knight filling his body, drawing power from the elements around him. Earth-element mana surrounds his hands and arms, glowing softly and encasing them with stone-like hardness.

Hardness that would be more than enough to block an incoming gunblade. ]
hiryugaeshi: (i'm just that good)

[personal profile] hiryugaeshi 2016-06-18 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Despite being the one to take a sword right to the arm, Kojirou seems to be in much better shape, the buffer of mana protecting him from having his hand taken clean off. He doesn't move from his spot, watching Bishamon with a careful eye, and smirking with the confidence of someone who's already sure he's going to win. ]

I'm not quite your match in spirit, so I'll have to beat that with my wits.

[ He's just here to have fun, really, and to help his fellow heroes, but that comes second. He has nothing to prove, no anger, and no frustration he needs to take out, and so lacks that desperate, aggressive edge that brings so many fighters above and beyond their usual limits. What he does have, is a keen eye for battle, one that borders on a sixth sense that always leads him towards a path to victory. That will have to do. ]

Besides, was it not you who said that we have to use our weapons in every way possible?
hiryugaeshi: (come at me)

[personal profile] hiryugaeshi 2016-06-20 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ And yet, Kojirou is right here, playing with a goddess of war. Just because he shouldn't be playing with knives doesn't mean he isn't going to. In fact, the flash of danger seems to only excite him more. ]

Are they not? I've yet to see it myself. [ He's practically taunting Bishamon now, his confidence not wavering in the slightest as he follows her movement. Never mind that his sword is stuck in the ground, leaving him practically unarmed. Never mind that she's already more than shown her quick wit and courage in disarming him in the first place. He's hardly bothered. ]

So why don't you show me? [ Kojirou raises a hand, pointing it right at Bishamon, the glow of mana still visible. A few words muttered under his breath later, a bolt of magic is sent right at his opponent. It's nothing terribly impressive, the lowest tier of offensive magic available to the heroes here, and yet it's still magic, more than enough to show that even when visibly unarmed, he's still dangerous. ]
hiryugaeshi: (Default)

[personal profile] hiryugaeshi 2016-06-24 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ no sword in hand, weak spells that barely do damage, a clod of mud headed straight for his face, and the butt of an enemy weapon headed straight for his gut. It's a terrible situation, no matter how he looks at it. Why, he's cornered!

At least, that's what he would like his opponent to think. Of course, in a perfect world, he wouldn't have had to abandon his weapon, and if he were slightly less cocky, he should have went to retrieve the Laundry Pole immediately upon losing it. He would have to give Bishamon credit for pushing him this far. But he is not quite unarmed yet. ]


Worry not, I won't take my eyes off you.

[ His right arm moves up to block the incoming mud, catching it with the sleeve of his jacket and keeping it out of his eyes. His left arm on the other hand, moves to intercept the actual attack. Is he going to grab it with his bare hand? He might be able to, given his statistical advantage as a Knight, but his pride won't allow it. This is supposed to be a battle of skills and wits, is it not?

No, instead a hook launches out from beneath his sleeve, a chain unraveling behind it, the wicked curved length of sharp metal hurtling right at Bishamon's neck.

Promoted classes carry two weapons. ]
hiryugaeshi: (come at me)

[personal profile] hiryugaeshi 2016-06-25 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A suplex. Really. Why this, why him? How did a sword fight turn into a wrestling match?

But there's no denying it works. Being willing to take a hit to close the distance between them completely, and strike while his hands are occupied. It's a clever, gutsy tactic, and Kojirou will just have to take his bumps.

He tucks his neck in as he lands so he doesn't take the full weight of the blow right to his head and neck, spreading some of the impact to his shoulders. He's never actually wrestled like this, but falling correctly is just another part of fighting, and fighting comes instinctively to the samurai. Ukemi, as it were. ]


Ah, how impressive. If the ground here had been harder, I would have taken serious damage. Perhaps Bishamonten isn't a wasted name on you after all.

[ One suplex, despite being quite the feat, isn't going to take anyone out completely without some serious strength behind the toss. Still, Kojirou has to praise Bishamon. He's always prided himself on his defense, after all, and yet he's the one on the ground. ]

Do you want to end things here, or would you like to keep going until we prove which of us is superior?

[ He's up to his hands and knees by now, wiping some dirt from his face with the cleaner of his sleeves. Continuing to fight is, of course, an option, but he's going to offer her a way out while keeping some pride first, if only because he doesn't want to scare her off completely. ]