Fight with the Man with the Crimson Sight
[QUOTE=Cleric of Hell’s Brigade;4142638]Above!
Far, far above, ki suppressed after a mighty leap, Alt Zaofan began to fall. Angled downward, the Crimson Gaze suddenly flares up and burns like a star. Ochazuke can feel the ki suddenly spike upward, gathered around that baleful stare as red light fills his eyes.
“Off my Lawn!”
And everything below Alt Zaofan that he could see was bathed in a crimson ki attack, a massive AoE Mega Optic Blast combined with a Crimson Taiyoken. Able to be modulated in intensity, the attack cannot be dodged unless one can get behind the user.[/QUOTE]
[SIZE=1][RIGHT][URL="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VHL0z3zcaA"]BGM - The Finisher[/URL]
[/RIGHT][/SIZE]Against one who made a great display through his subtle show of hidden strength, there was no surprise here. But anticipation leads to presumption - where one strains to perceive a form where there may be none at all. The meditational mind, the practice of sense-awareness, seeks the moment, a fleeting thing that shifts along an often perilous course. Where his opponent's presence brushed against his sense, he first felt nothing, then a great spike of energy as dusk fell from the sky above with the crushing weight of the Sheriff's setting sun.
But to Ochazuke, more than the emergent peril swelling between passing second-fragments, he was struck by a greater dread as the stone tiles beneath his feet hissed and all forms around him lost their shapes to the red.
[I]That fool, he'll destroy the Lookout![/I]
Far from home, Zaofan could only bide his time. His only bond was a solemn word, spoken to mask a barely concealed killer intention as the minutes passed slowly. All the more differences pronounced themselves where he stood apart from the Martial Chef. Restless, testing, and dependent on those weaker than him, could it be that their world was a faint consideration and all but disposable to him? What desperate battles had he fought to stoke such rash justice?
As he stood there beneath the bloody skies, the immensity of the attack burning on its course upon him, he dared not move. There was no end to this Optic Blast, and where he stood as its mark there was no escape. The wake of the blaze crashed upon him, pushing the threat of impeding immolation, even through the flame resistances of [B]Karura no Kaen.[/B] The Sheriff brought a greater power to bear than he had faced, and much like the Bronze Threshling Knight, his deathliness was no bluff. His knees buckled as the beam approached.
Straining to breath between his gritted teeth, Ochazuke blindly reached up to that falling star. Forcing a harsh exhale, he shot his left hand towards it expanse. The technique of [B]Saifa Kensaku [/B]shot upward in an attempt to neutralize the blast by displacing the energies and wresting a portion of it to his will.
It continued to fall, unimpeded. What he could divest at the moment was limited so he took what he could. Something long buried awoke within him.
[I]To save yourself-[/I]
Even in the middle of his focus, the scarlet that shone beneath his shuttered eyes seemed to resolve into a form he'd known. Ochazuke's opposition wavered, and his stance bowed, keeling the execution of his counter inward.
[I]What are you willing to sacrifice?[/I]
The memory-echo of the Twin Tigers, one walked within the shadow of the other. Their path shrouded by spread wings and a blooded crown.
He shakily rediscovered his footing. Part of the energy began to twist, an unseen maelstrom whipping up about the skies surrounding Evangeline's palace for miles round.
[I]Grovel or survive. In that moment you will know the truth.[/I]
Nestled within the feathered shadow, stark and cold, beneath the weight and ache and peril, all superfluity gradually fell aside. And with it came a hard realization. One he could not escape.
[I]Will you seize it? or shrink from the effort and die a fool?[/I]
[I]Old man...[/I]
The flare of red fell, twisting into his flesh as he felt the wrappings upon his left hand burst and slough off to ash. But as the world caught fire, the air continued to turn to spread the flame outward. In this moment there was no crossing the gulf in strength; of those means he knew he was lacking. Yet aware of what he could [I]not [/I]do, his efforts redoubled upon that which he [I]could [/I]. Thrice strong, thrice swift, at the pivotal moment Ochazuke leapt upward into the eye of the blaze. Leading with his left hand, at a certain distance he drew it back.Then he pivot forward in the air and threw everything upon his right, a Crane fist gild in [B]Kongosho[/B] smashing against the burning torrent exploding with [B]Zanshin Touki[/B]. The Immovable Iron Wind twisting opposite the maelstrom spread from the core of Zaofan's gaze as he stood his ground to stake his claim.
At this distance, the final strike would likely not reach his opponent. But standing before him and the expanse of the Lookout, however, he would shatter his intent to the last.
[I]Ikken Hissatsu[/I]
[SIZE=1]*The Bear's Strength x3, Zanshin Touki x2 = x6 PL[/SIZE]