Description: One man's journey is about to begin, another's is only beginning. Antoine Huang, student of Chongquan, visits the House of Strolheim on his journey to meet new, interesting fighters. The House furnishes Makari Maksimillian, as he prepares to strike out himself, to become stronger and find others who deserve strength. Antoine fights to overcome his past - Makari fights to determine his future. Their paths will cross again.
The fate of the House of Maksimillian is a footnote, but one not particularly hidden by history - anyone willing to do a little research knows the whole story. A vassal house to the old Strolheim, when Krauser took it over, he severed ties with the brutish Russian house. It's leader, Efim, plotted to overthrow Krauser in revenge - his house burned. The line of Maksimillian was destroyed... except for one, Efim's own son, taken in by Strolheim.
Makari Maksimillian has come of age, and prepares for his own journey... but he is not gone yet, and one rule of the house is that if you are challenged, you must answer, whatever your plans. A servant knocked on Makari's door, interrupting his packing, boxer shorts clutched in each fist.
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A squat, hairy man with an almost incomprehensible eastern European accent leads Antoine through the more publically accessible parts of Strolheim, to the Exhibition Yard. Fighters are sparring on all sides, but once the man points Antoine to the center of the yard and tries his damnedest to say "Wait there," the others seem to know what is coming, moving their fights away. If any of them are Makari, they haven't stepped forward yet.
The hairy man assumes a position near a bench, folding thick arms and falling back against the wall with a grunt.
The travel to Stroheim was actually a by chance sort of deal for Antoine. He has continued to travel the world, seeking to meet people from various countries. The talk of Strolheim caught the man's attention. As such, the wandering right sought to learn more about it. The arrival to Strolheim was rather awe-inspiring. It is a different culture and there are many types of people.
As Antoine walks through the courtyard, his eyes drift over to see the inner court and the people practicing. His eyes widen, filled with awe. "This is... awe-inspiring." It is almost like being in a Colosseum. This strange place has Antoine looking over at the hairy man.
And then, he is told to wait. "...Alright." The young fighter drops the duffelbag, stretching his arms into the air, "... I wonder how Quon is handling his classes."
Makari's wandered out a few times, but those were all incidents of him challenging others. This is the first time he's had someone testing his own strength! Or, at least that's how the servants put it as they helped him double-time his armor on. The breeze ripples Makari's cloak as he thumps his breastplate, tugging on it to check its fit one last time before settling his cloak forward, obscuring his body. It's exciting!
Prowling the wall high above the courtyard, he looks down at the back of Antoine's head, pulling a small paper list out of his pocket, frowning down at it and back at him. He doesn't fit any of the descriptions... a newcomer that's slipped under Makari's radar? His spirits fall - perhaps it's someone overreaching their grasp. But maybe... he folds the list back up, slipping it into his cloak, and braces one foot on a crenellation.
The fighting pauses once the shadow cuts across the courtyard, slowly growing. A tall bald man covers his mouth with a hand, snickering, whispering, "Showoff," to his partner. The tall, young Russian slams into the ground a few yards ahead of Antoine, dust rolling away from him, his cloak conveniently covering that he nearly fell over. He collects himself, puts on the serious mask, and draws himself to his full height, the zweihander across his back shifting in its harness with a scrape. "You're an unfamiliar face," he rumbles, "I hope you're as strong as you must think you are... coming here." He shifts his stance, his cloak fluttering at his left side, still obscuring anything within. "Makari Maksimillian."
It becomes apparent that Antoine is in for a good fight. Show off? ANtoine is actually turning to face the presence of the tall, young Russian who is wearing a cape and everything. He furrows his eyebrows to himself, noticing that large zweihander. Antoine actually remains relaxed, then he tilts his head over at the taller man. As the younger fighter is looking at the massive fighter, he takes a deep breath.
"...I have come all the way from afar, seeking to learn about the different countries and culture." Then, he offers a smile, "I have also come to see many of the fighters. As I seek to learn more, I will not back down from whatever is presented to me." He tightens his fist, "...As such. I will give it my all." Antoine then brings his hands together, forming into a weapon/shield style bow.
"Antoine Huang. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Then, he steps his right foot out, extending both arms up. "I am ready to give it my all."
COMBATSYS: Antoine has started a fight here.
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Makari's eyes brighten, and he loses his grim mask in record time, face splitting into a grin. "Ah! As will I, soon." He tips his hand, hitching the fur cloak to the side, revealing his armor, his armor/y/, and slowly drawing the heirloom of his dead house, the sabre Maksimilian. He holds it up, before his face, in a salute as Antoine bows. "Let's see how our potentials measure up!"
The thick man immediately busts out laughing.
Heedless of the jeer (though he really could've phrased that one better), Makari returns the sabre under his cloak in a flash of steel, crouching low. "Prepare yourself, Antoine!" Makari springs, cloak flapping behind him. But, when his hands erupt out, it isn't the sabre they hold, but a pair of double-bladed battleaxes. He thrusts one out at Antoine's leg, trying to catch him between the actual blades, and does the same with his left, aimed at the armpit. With one sharp motion, he tries to twist Antoine right off his feet and slam him to the ground, flipping over him with surprising agility for someone with so many pounds of metal hanging off his body.
COMBATSYS: Makari has joined the fight here.
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Antoine 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Makari
COMBATSYS: Antoine dodges Makari's Medium Throw.
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Antoine 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Makari
The young fighter has to remain watchful of Makari, especially considering that the large man has a use of wide-ranged weaponry. The young man lifts his hands up before he shifts his stance. Hr springs towards the taler man, trying to get a head start. When he erupts the double-bladed battle-axes, the one that is thruted out towards his leg is leapt over, slightly.
The other one that is aimed at the armpit actually meets with the air as Antoine lifts his arm up. He attempts to shift the weight over with the kick of his legs as he grasps over towards the man's chest. With the waist shifted, he seeks to flip over the man, but he soon releases hold and extends his right foot towards the back of the taller man's head before landing on the ground.
The young fighter has to remain watchful of Makari, especially considering that the large man has a use of wide-ranged weaponry. The young man lifts his hands up before he shifts his stance. He springs towards the taller man, trying to get a head start. When he erupts the double-bladed battle-axes, the one that is thruted out towards his leg is leapt over, slightly.
The other one that is aimed at the armpit actually meets with the air as Antoine lifts his arm up. He attempts to shift the weight over with the kick of his legs as he grasps over towards the man's chest. With the waist shifted, he seeks to flip over the man, but he soon releases hold and extends his right foot towards the back of the taller man's head before landing on the ground.
COMBATSYS: Makari endures Antoine's Light Kick!
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Antoine 0/-------/-------|=------\-------\0 Makari
Makari's axes find jack shit. "Good!" Makari cries, one booted foot escaping the confines of his heavy cloak, helping him slide to a sudden halt. The real sudden halt to watch here is Antoine's foot, suddenly halting on the side of Makari's handsome head with a thwack, a hit that should send anyone else reeling.
The din of sparring is slowly dimming down as the gathered fighters become a calm, relaxed audience. Despite the taunts, Makari's pedigree and skills have always earned him a measure of respect - and this newcomer is already surpassing initial judgements. To dodge Makari's explosive lunge like that, you have to be good.
Antoine's first warning is when there's more pressure against his foot than expected - Makari is leaning into it, spinning about, hands already hidden again, axes already away. "...now keep it up!" His cloak flaps open as he pulls Maksimilian, charging after Antoine before he has a chance to land. The sabre initially appears to flick in one lazy arc from left to right - but the air fills with steel, a dozen slashes in an instant. "Falcon!" It happens again as he returns the weapon to its sheath, the air between the two fighters bright with steel.
COMBATSYS: Makari successfully hits Antoine with Maksimilian Falcon.
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Antoine 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Makari
After the landing, Antoine turns to face the taller man. Antoine lifts his fists up, gathering himself while he spins about to take away the axe. Instead, he is charged at by the taller man as he pulls ou the saber. The eyes widen as he has a sword ready to attack him. Inwardly, he winces over what the initial strike will hold for him. As such, he shoots both of his hands into the air, aiming to catch the weapon before it can make a strke towards him.
Unfortunately, he is met with dozens of slashes at an instant. The initial slice strikes him against the arm, causing a bit of blood from the roughness, despite of the dullness. He winces to himself, then he is caught by the rest of the dozens of similar slashes before he is skidding back to a halt. "Egh..." He grits his teeth. Planting his foot towards the ground, he keeps his stance from faltering.
Then, he shoots his right foot forward. Both hands plant out to slam towards the chest of the large man, seeking to send him flying back from the sheer force of the impacting palms. "KEI!"
COMBATSYS: Makari blocks Antoine's Moving the Mountain.
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Antoine 0/-------/---====|===----\-------\0 Makari
The speed at which Makari's arms move is basically ridiculous. In the space of a few seconds, he's replaced the sabre in its sheath, thrust his right hand through a red gauntlet at his belt, and pulled the zweihander from its harness. Antoine's palms slam into the flat of the blade, setting the entire weapon to vibrating, rattling against the metal glove. Makari keeps his ground, but the earth behind his heels cracks slightly. "Close..."
Makari's grin turns fierce as he presses forward, shoving at Antoine to get a little distance. "But still not enough against me! Come on, show me something better!" He spins, one hand halfway up the blade, whipping in a fast circle, the flat of the zweihander roaring for the wind as Makari aims to smash right into Antoine's shoulder. "Dig deep!"
COMBATSYS: Antoine fails to interrupt Medium Strike from Makari with Wind Chases the Clouds.
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Antoine 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Makari
This guy.. is fast.
It is hard to explain or comprehend how a larger man is fast as he is. However, Antoine is not anticipating the attributes. He is keeping an open mind about this. He just has to go from a different approach. When he places the saber in his sheath, Antone sees his Zweihander as his hands press against the flat of the weapon.
"Nggghh!"
As he presses forward, Antoine loses his footing briefly before he twists his hip over. When he whips the flat of the zweihander out, Antoine lunges back forward in order to hook an arm around Makari. This fails as Antoine exposes the shoulder, which makes the impact just as bad. He spirals towards the ground, wincing in pain while he clutches onto his shoulder.
"Nggh..." He rolls over, trying to get back to his feet. He needs to figure this guy out. He is, however, very tough as a fighter.
"Ahhh, I see," Makari rumbles after Antoine manages to jump right into his sword. "You're underestimating me!" Makari holds the weapon in one hand as he jabs it down, hooking Antoine and 'helping' him back to his feet. You can actually see him getting cocky as time goes on - it's his first time being challenged, and he's not doing too bad!
Makari pulls his sword back, immediately slamming forward at Antoine again, armored shoulders first. Using leverage afforded to him by his frame, he tries to lever Antoine right up off the ground again, bringing the zweihander around to press him upward along its length - and then swing him right back to the bloody dirt. "That's not wise, Antoine - is this the limit of your potential?"
COMBATSYS: Antoine dodges Makari's Creeping Wolf.
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Antoine 0/-------/--=====|====---\-------\0 Makari
It's time to take the offense now. As Makari helps ANtoine back up to his feet,the young man staggers a bit and he tries to get back to his normal footing. It is when his attention turns to Makari that he pulls the sword and tries to move that blade out to make a swing to lever him off of the ground. However, they young wushu trainee shifts his stance and he rolls over to the side, getting away from the incoming maneuver.
As he rolls over to the other side, Antoine is turning to face Makari, "No." As such, Antoine spins around, then he launches off of the ground with his right leg extended out. That foot emits a crackling wave of electricity. Then, he whips out the left leg for an inward crescent kick towards the man's head. The only difference is that the left leg plants forward towards the ground as the leading foot.
As he impacts to the ground, there is a slight vibration of chi.
COMBATSYS: Makari dodges Antoine's Crossing the Bridge.
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Antoine 0/-------/-======|====---\-------\0 Makari
Makari's eyebrows rise as he recovers from his miss, and he wheels around, dragging the zweihander along the ground in a circle, kicking up a small trail of dust. He barely swerves away from the first kick once you factor in the electricity, and gives the second kick a wider berth, bobbing and taking a step back, passing the zweihander behind his back, whipping it around.
When it comes forward again, Makari drives it hard along the ground, tearing furrows in the dirt and flinging a small wave up at Antoine, taking some great steps back. "Hooh, you have 'those' kind of techniques? Finally, I've been waiting to meet someone like you!"
COMBATSYS: Antoine blocks Makari's Thrown Weapon.
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Antoine 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Makari
As Antoine attempts to press the foot towards he man, he manages to swerve away from the kick and then get completely out of range. He hisses a bit, then he winces as he lifts a hand out to slide it against the wave o dirt towards his form. And as he mentions about 'those' techniques, Antoine looks over towards him. "...In attempts to overcome those who carry those aspects of abilities, I take it?"
He shuts his eyes, "We both have something that we want to overcome..."
As Antoine re-opens his eyes, he steps forward to draw into the melee range once more. His stance becomes harden as he stomps towards the ground at the closed-distance, then he waves the right hand along before it snaps towards the man's gut; the fist twisting invertedly.
COMBATSYS: Makari just-defends Antoine's Strong Punch!
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Antoine 0/-------/=======|====---\-------\0 Makari
"Of course!" Makari responds, brightly. "I have to become stronger, whatever it is I am going to do with my life. Finding things you cannot overcome, people who can do things that escape you, and then overcoming them... that is strength!"
Makari twists the zweihander as Antoine's fist explodes in, catching it and guiding it away in a perfect defense. "I will overcome every obstacle before me, and become strong enough to choose my path. I charge you, as I charge everyone, to keep from staring at my back!"
Makari twists the zweihander again, shedding Antoine's fist from it, and bears forward. He swings the giant blade four times, up down up down, taking a step forward with each move. "Four Pillars Holding Up the Sky!"
COMBATSYS: Antoine blocks Makari's Four Pillars.
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Antoine 1/-------/=======|=====--\-------\0 Makari
In response to Makari, "...I seek to become stronger as well... I will over come.... my weakness!" The time at his home is starting to come forth. Those people who doubted him. Everyone that doubted him. That betrayed him. It was a dog eat dog world.%tNo one was on his side.
That's why he has to be strong.
Antoine sees Makari as he catches the fist with the zweihander. He twists his arm as Makari swings the giant blade four times. Each swing impacts with Antoine as he mentally prepares to absorb the blow. Utilizing the chi to help suppress the feeling of the blade's relentless strikes, he tightens his stance and then he hisses forth.
After the last impact of the maneuver, Antoine lunges forward to start extending his right fist towards Makari's hand, then he springs off of the ground to whip out his right leg with a hook kick to the face. Lastly, he lunges forward to extend his left palm at the man's chest.
COMBATSYS: Makari blocks Antoine's Combo Attack.
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Antoine 1/-------/=======|======-\-------\0 Makari
After the fourth swing, Makari just plows the zweihander into the ground, leaving it there to meet Antoine's assault. There's fire in his eyes as he strides forward. "Good. Excellent!" He blocks Antoine's first punch the only way he knows how - punching his fist. He blocks the kick with his gauntleted hand, eliciting a grunt. "Don't let a single flaw exist within you! Burn it all away!" Antoine's palm slams into Makari's armored chest, the steel plate thumping powerfully - and both hands snap back, encircling Antoine's wrist.
Makari leans back, hauling hard, trying to pull Antoine by his arm, right off his feet. He spins once, again, and releases, trying to hurl Antoine away behind him. He's not grim at all anymore - in fact, he looks straight up delighted. "I was the son of a noble, you know. And look, no matter what your background was, you stand against me equally. Ahhhh, that is what strength brings. Everyone is equal before it." He clenches his gauntleted fist, and then pulls his cloak forward around him. "Isn't it fantastic?"
COMBATSYS: Antoine blocks Makari's Strong Throw.
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Antoine 1/----===/=======|======-\-------\0 Makari
The battle continues as such. Antoine can feel the urge to continue to fight let on. Although Antoine's strikes were not able to make its mark as he had hoped, the young fighter will not let not let it stop him. With the foot impacting to the ground, Antoine decides to finally take a step back to prepare himself. Instead,he finds his arm grabbed before he can pull away from the palm thrust.
He is hauled by the arm, off of his feet. "Whoaaa!" He grits his teeth, trying to figure out how to get out of this. Unfortunately, there is not much he can do except ride it out. And that is what he does. As he is flung, he catches himself upon landing, but he skids across the ground. Both hands press to the ground.
"It is... in a way..." He grins once, but the expression turns serious once more. Antoine charges forward, getting closer to break the distance. He springs off of the ground, performing an aerial artwheel. Except, that cartwheel is slamming both feet down towards Makari's head.
COMBATSYS: Makari endures Antoine's Splitting the Earth.
>>> Punitive Hit!!! <<<
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Antoine 1/--=====/=======|=======\=------\1 Makari
Makari's reaction is... not the expected once. He watches Antoine come on, feet spread, and... lets him impact, Antoine's feet both landing directly on his face. The Russian bows backward sharply.
Also, he's grinning.
"Good move!" Makari barks, his hands flicking out of his cloak, a clumsily-made dagger in each. With the knives in a backwards grip, he crosses them over Antoine's chest, body straightening. Unceremoniously, he tries to slam Antoine back to the ground, falling to his own seat with the motion.
COMBATSYS: Antoine Toughs Out Makari's Biting Steel!
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Antoine 2/<<<<<<</<<<<<<<|=======\=------\1 Makari
With the rolling of the maneuver, Antoine springs back into his fighting stance, his right arms lifting up as he keeps a guarding position. And while the Russian charges forward, the African-American/Chinese citizen is lunging out towards Makari at the same time as he flicks out those clumsily-made daggers. "Haaaaaaa!" He charges head on into the fray of the knives seeking out to cross against his chest. As he attempts to slam the man back to the ground with the daggers plantng to his chest, Antoine unexpectedly doesn't slam into the ground.
He charges forward. Like a bolt of lightning.
Speaking of lightning, that is what builds up around him as the surge of blue lightning envelops his hands. "Haaaaaaaaaaaa!" He takes a step forward, aiming to assist the man in 'having a seat'. He thrusts his body forward, seeking to strike the palm out towards the masssive Russian's chest. While traveling through, his chi licks the air as he slams the palm out. "SHOOUUUUUU!!!"
COMBATSYS: Antoine successfully hits Makari with Perfect Storm EX.
- Power hit! -
> Determined Hit! <
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Antoine 0/-------/---====|=======\======-\1 Makari
Makari has a moment to frown.
The strike's impact makes a high ringing sound when it hits Makari's chestplate, and two metal buckles explode out, whizzing across the battlefield to punch into Strolheim's walls. A nondescript man (save for his white-flaming hands) investigates the smoking shrapnel, whistling. Makari's daggers spin away as the Russian is sent sliding away, his breatplate coming free, cloak and everything dropping to the ground, tripping him up. His slide becomes a tumbling roll until he fetches up against his zweihander, banging his skull on it. Electricity still crackles around him, and the front of his shirt has been burned through in the shape of a hand, leaving an ugly red print on Makari's muscled chest. Ladies.
Makari sits there smoking for a while, then raises his hands shakily. He holds that position for a moment, twitching... and starts to clap. "Yes. Yes!" Makari reaches up, wrapping a hand around the hilt of his great sword, dragging back to his feet and freeing it from the Earth. Without his cloak, one thing is clear... yeah, he's still a pretty big god damn dude. "You really are one of the ones with potential! I..." He coughs, tilts his head to the side, and spits a gobbet of blood. "I'll remember your face, Antoine Huang." He takes a deep breath, and pulls his zweihander foward, gauntleted hand on the blade, slowly approaching. "Now then..."
He darts forward, poking the zweihander in betweeen Antoine's ankles. "Alexei Sweeps Aside the Curtain..." One eye screwed up closed, he tries to hook one of Antoine's ankles with the blade, hoping to topple him.
"--to--"
With an explosion of motion, Makari slides his right hand down until both are on the hilt, blurring as he goes into a spin, jumping through the air to batter Antoine over and over, slowly rising into the air. "Makari Glides Through the Sky!" At the end, he takes his left hand off the blade, trying to snatch Antoine out of the air to pitch him roughly to the ground, landing soon after.
On him.
COMBATSYS: Antoine dodges Makari's Alexei's Sweep to Makari's Glide.
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Antoine 0/-------/---====|====---\-------\0 Makari
Antoine can feel the blood running along the chest as the blade finally leaves him. He grimaces to himself, a hand running to the chest. His fists tighten, bringing his resolve back. Things are not lost for the young fighter. No. Antoine still has things to finish. Makari has shown to be a great warrior. He looks over towards Makari as he claps.
Blink. "Uh..." The young man offers the Russian a more softer smile. "...Thank you. I am glad to have met someone of your calibur as well." His expression is rather placid. Yet, when he looks at the warrior. "And I yours." When he takes the zweihander...
Antoine prepares himself.
As Makari charges forward with poking the zweihander between the ankles, Antoine is deciding to actually run over and leap slightly. This is to land -on- the Zweihander and run along it to get a close up towards the large warrior. Then, he spring off of him, allowing him to spin the blade around. At the same time, Antoine is spinning around. He seeks to spin his body to a full circle, whippping the right leg out towards the man's foot. "HAAAA!"
COMBATSYS: Makari interrupts Strong Kick from Antoine with Isaak's Step.
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Antoine 0/-------/=======|=======\-------\0 Makari
To properly chain two zweihander forms together, you have to be prepared from the first motion to give it your everything. He's already preparing to erupt forward when Antoine steps onto his sword and all his adrenaline and momentum just... slip away, leaving him curiously drained. But, he's still ready.
When Antoine steps on Makari's blade, he tears himself out of his glide, instead casually flipping his sword over, trading places with Antoine - except Antoine's upside down. "Isaak Steps Past th-"
He's interrupted mid-move, Antoine's foot clocking into his impressive jaw, snapping his head. Stars swim in front of his eyes - he takes a defensive stance, blade across most of his body, rubbing his jaw.
Ugh...
Antoine can already feel his energy slipping away. From the time of the fight, the endurance was slowly slipping. Yet, that is the fun part of the fight. The drive to keep going. As Antoine is flipped over, he lands on his head while being upside down. As the head makes the heavy impact, he winces, clutching against the skull.
"Agh damnit..." He can feel a bit of the streets taking over him. That frustration that many well adjusted men fall into. Shaking his head, he exhale a sigh, standing up to his feet. As he turns to face Makari, he decides to give it everything he has.
He steps towards the ground, planting the foot firmly. Both palms shoot out, aiming to smack against the chest of Makari to send him sprawling back.
COMBATSYS: Makari interrupts Immovable Mountain from Antoine with Atop the Mountain.
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Antoine 1/------=/=======|=======\-------\1 Makari
COMBATSYS: Makari can no longer fight.
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Makari's breath comes hard, even without all the weight of his chestplate and dagger-laden cloak. He is more supporting the zweihander than holding it right now, one hand on the hilt, one halfway up, and his foot stretched out near the point. His own blood mingles with that of so many before, dripping from the back of his head, seeping on his chest where the chi burns were at their worst.
He loves it. Born to a fighting house, raised in another. Combat was Makari's mother's milk.
"I have you!" He rasps at the last, shifting to the side as Antoine comes on, flicking the zweihander into a reversed grip. He rises in a final fluid motion, slamming the pommel of the huge weapon into Antoine's chin.
Right as Antoine's palms slam into his unarmored chest. Bones grate, dust rolling away with the double impact. They're locked like that for a moment.
Makari's bruised face splits into one more wide grin. "You... you are strong. You, I will see again."
The zweihander slips from Makari's hand, falling forward as the Russian falls backward, arms splayed out. He watches the darkening sky for what seems like hours before slipping out, trying to remind himself of one thing.
A new name has to go on his list.
As Antoine slams both of his palms out towards the unarmored chest, the young man, in turn, receies a lovely pommel of the huge weapon against his chin. He is twisting around before he sprawls over towards the ground. He lands with a harsh thud. As he skids to a halt, he sprawls over the ground. His eyes gaze up towards the ceiling, laughing a bit.
"...This.. is the fruit of my journey..."
tHe can see blackness for a moment.
"...New worlds to see..."
The mind goes over to reflect upon his fights against previous fighters from China to Russia. "...More styles to learn of..."
To uphold his tradition.
"...To become stronger..." And he blacks out.
COMBATSYS: Antoine takes no action.
COMBATSYS: Antoine can no longer fight.
Log created on 20:37:58 10/10/2010 by Makari, and last modified on 02:30:17 10/11/2010.