The Death of Sekhmet, Part 2
"We were separated by duties on the day she died. And while she was engaged in an appointment of a new Priestess, I was providing funerary rites at the other end of the Temple ... and then all of a sudden, I felt it. A shift, in Sekhmet. Growing concern, that quickly gave way to panic, and fear .. I stopped what I was doing then. Left the departed on the ritual slab, and their family staring dumbly as I tore through the Temple ... The first blow, a fist ... a mace, I am not sure which ... it shattered bone. Her jaw. A savage thing, landed swiftly, and with intent. So that she could not cry out properly, and could not defend herself with magic. And I felt it, as if it had been done to me instead. I ... it hurt ... yet my pace did not slow ... because I thought perhaps there was yet time."
There came again a pause, this time for Ishtar to steady herself; and to remind herself that she was not there ... she was with Sarada ... and that the girl had said above all else, that she wished to stay, and listen ...
"They beat her, then. Each blow calculated, and landed with the intent to instill pain, and suffering ... and in truth, to this day I do not know why they acted so savagely. Perhaps it was merely the result of that festering disdain. Perhaps ... it does not matter, now, I suppose ..." Ishtar stated softly, before inhaled slowly. Breath hitching in her throat before slowly being released in a sigh.
"In the end however, it was the knife that slipped between what remained of her ribs that I felt the most acutely ... to pierce the heart, and steal away what little life Sekhmet still clung to. And by that time, I had reached her ... it was ... the pain was ... dying ... And so I watched her die, I felt her die ... stared into eyes that once held the sun in them, and was met with only the vacant state of the dead."
The waver in the Oni's voice slowly added away then, as she recounted what happened next.
" I do not remember much, of what happened then, in those moments immediately after" Ishtar stated, simply, sharply; the feelings of pain, and grief, slowly eaten away by a faint- and perhaps familiar- echo of wrath.
"I do not remember much." The Oni repeated slowly, softly. "Yet I know the moments after that well, for what it was ... the first instance of Aeshma ... and as the grief, and pain, and rage blinded me ... I accepted its offer ... so that I might burn the Order, and its Moon, to ashes. And I did ... In the end. Ripped Ilargi to pieces."
The story finished, and the truth of what had happened to Sekhmet now fully revealed to Sarada, Ishtar fell into a long silence.
After all, the Oni was not sure how Sarada would react. The information offered, and the emotions along with it; were likely far more than the girl had expected, or planned for ... and even though the golden-eyed Oni had attempted to pace the flow of information- and emotion- in such a way that it could be handled. Yet there was still a lot to process.
So Ishtar continued to wait in silence.
And when the pain, and ache of the remembrance faded, Sarada would feel Ishtar's regret at subjecting the Saiyan to the experience along with her; and along with that regret was the fear that the girl would be dissuaded from ever spending time with the Oni again. Still, something needed to be said, and after several moments passed along in silence, and Ishtar was sure that Sarada was back with her ... the golden-eyed Oni gave the young Saiyan a gentle squeeze before offering a shaky sigh.
"That is the whole of it. A thing I have never once told in full." Ishtar muttered then, softly. And then after a moment, the Oni sighed once more.
"I am ... I am sorry, Sarada ... I should have simply stayed silent."
All the Oni could hope for now, was that she had not forced Sarada away.
Timeskip: Disciples of the Dragon
[QUOTE=Cyke;3632854]
Thanks to speed and endurance greatly enhanced through training since meeting Mr. Pantaloon, Zaofan ends up making it to Master Balon's meeting location much faster than even Zaofan himself anticipated. And so, sure that it's the place, he yells out:
[B]"MASTER SAMSON BALON! IT IS I, ZAOFAN, REPORTING FOR TRAINING!"[/B][/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Cleric of Hell’s Brigade;3633037][B]Samson Balon and Marron Balon Time Skip Training:[/B]
With Ochazuke and Zaofan, the trio slowly began unlocking the secrets of the dragon statue. Balon teaches them standard dragonforms and styles first-[/QUOTE]
Form for the initiated is an elaborate sequence of esoteric moves. Without understanding its intention the movement is useless, and so unable to penetrate the end, the means are dismissed at a glance. Two-thousand years of coded purpose mixed with the mask of pride cast from arrogant and chauvanistic rival houses had made it difficult to spot the genuine from the fake.
Guarded as he had been so long, having training for over twenty years in the short movements and hard counters Crane forms, a little over a year to gain the body needed to endure the rigors in the true teachings of the Tiger, the Dragon School, though it had a lineage in common, had shown demarked differences in its 2000 years of separation and isolation from the Root Art. The means of generating power came from a shifting, fluid base, always moving, always coiling, the point of balance ambling from one leg to the other before springing the force of the body behind a single point in an instant. Unlike the fanning of the Crane's wings or the smashing of the Tiger's hand, Ochazuke found difficulty in chambering the movement, from the extensions of a long hand to even the most elementary parts of the opening hand, three claws revolving to protect the pearl of knowledge held within the fist.
But after all, what is a Dragon, but a Snake with the face of a wolf armoured by the scales of a fish? Like the Crane it flew, its shape and means irrelevant next to its intent. Understanding the function behind each movement was the point, and where form suited function, he did his part to assist Samson. The foundational stance had its roots in the same art; knees bent shoulder-width, tension held, breathing from below the naval there in the Tanden to balance.
[URL="https://youtu.be/V_WcPawzfiA"]The Crane stood tall[/URL], his stance narrower, wings always raised forward with muscles tensed to fly. [URL="https://youtu.be/cU5CEfDLHPI"]The Dragon's base was wider[/URL], force was concentrated on the distal end, shooting from the base of the ribs and cast out in full extension. Affixed there, Ochazuke found his base, where the style intersected, and gradually expanded his knowledge from there.
[QUOTE]...then he teaches them Dragon’s Breathe. This technique imbues ki and flame together, and is spat from ones hands or mouth. The ki-flame combo is far hotter than a normal fire can be. He also shows them Dragon’s Endurance, how to make one immune to flames so the Breathe does not burn them, not any other fire.[/QUOTE]
The elemental thing there had an expression not unlike the Dodonpa he'd known and used well, but where the heat is a residual of the impact imparted through his finger, the Dragon's Breath appeared to trade force for a softer kind of damage. Aiming to break through a single point, an attack so linear might be dodged. Spread apart, where would one evade as the flames fanned and grasped its fluid mass? It was quite similar to Jack's [B][I]Hot Streak[/I][/B] technique, though the gambler's proclivity to play the odds threw the fire with abandon to the wind along with his caution, and his intuitions succeeded in his own wild way. This was a thing a bit more structured, drawing on both the reserve of ki and forces outside of the body.
The ki imbuing defense in the Dragon's stance, however, that was something Ochazuke's sensibility managed to incorporate in a greater totality rooting in something much more familiar. Much like Sanchin, the ki enhanced form and structure, focused in totality to this skill, part the elemental skill before them. The soft energies there in the aura of the flame parted before him where the defense was asserted. The fire of the soul cannot be burned, and as it licked against the medium of his meditation, he'd considered a turn to the technique briefly before emptying his mind to the teaching once more. This was a journey of rediscovery, after all.
[QUOTE]Finally, Marron shows them Kiss of the Dragon. The finest strike of ki to the back of a human’s neck (at a very specific point) can paralyze a foe for seconds to minutes. In that time they cannot breathe easily and can even die from blood buildup. If human, at least.[/QUOTE]
And so it brought to his mind a failure once more. In the dying moments of the battle against Simon Battersea, the Knife made his way to the field. Effortlessly he'd fallen the Saiyan warriors. Sarada almost died, and Totoma drawing deep within himself had nearly bled his reserve dry when he'd been struck down unawares. He'd trained with Evangeline for the moment, but just as Held's words had steeled Ochazuke to face Rautt, as Chris flashed his blades, betrayed his fixer, and stole his prize from him, it was not to be. As the Dragon's Daughter then showed this secret to him, his mind drift to the technique of the enemy.
[I]If Chuan's is the [B]Hetereodoxy[/B], then perhaps this is the Orthodoxy[/I], he mused to himself, [I]One of many weapons hidden there in plain sight.[/I]
What Samson had taught Marron reminded him of his art's own history.
“The first blow is the last. The founder of the Crane School had a similar sensibility in her practice.” He struck out with the edge of his palm, a bone strike applied with the knot of his wrist to the air. “She was much less subtle, however.”
[QUOTE]Samson says the statue has information regarding a few old temples he plans on investigating, but at this point, that is all he has time to reach Ochazuke and Zaofan.[/QUOTE]
Still in the middle of mastering the Dragon's endurance, building this skill from the foundation he knew, Ochazuke heard Samson and his martial brother speak to another store of knowledge.
“If we investigate together the more information we may be able to recover,” he said, “Things are only lost once they are forgotten.”
ZaofanFic, Part 2: A Medium Rare Talent - Ch. 1
[QUOTE=Cleric of Hell’s Brigade;3633037][B]Samson Balon and Marron Balon Time Skip Training:[/B]
With Ochazuke and Zaofan, the trio slowly began unlocking the secrets of the dragon statue. Balon teaches them standard dragonforms and styles first...[/quote]
[QUOTE=grampagen;3634914]Form for the initiated is an elaborate sequence of esoteric moves. Without understanding its intention the movement is useless, and so unable to penetrate the end, the means are dismissed at a glance. Two-thousand years of coded purpose mixed with the mask of pride cast from arrogant and chauvanistic rival houses had made it difficult to spot the genuine from the fake.
Guarded as he had been so long, having training for over twenty years in the short movements and hard counters Crane forms, a little over a year to gain the body needed to endure the rigors in the true teachings of the Tiger, the Dragon School, though it had a lineage in common, had shown demarked differences in its 2000 years of separation and isolation from the Root Art. The means of generating power came from a shifting, fluid base, always moving, always coiling, the point of balance ambling from one leg to the other before springing the force of the body behind a single point in an instant. Unlike the fanning of the Crane's wings or the smashing of the Tiger's hand, Ochazuke found difficulty in chambering the movement, from the extensions of a long hand to even the most elementary parts of the opening hand, three claws revolving to protect the pearl of knowledge held within the fist.
But after all, what is a Dragon, but a Snake with the face of a wolf armoured by the scales of a fish? Like the Crane it flew, its shape and means irrelevant next to its intent. Understanding the function behind each movement was the point, and where form suited function, he did his part to assist Samson. The foundational stance had its roots in the same art; knees bent shoulder-width, tension held, breathing from below the naval there in the Tanden to balance.
[URL="https://youtu.be/V_WcPawzfiA"]The Crane stood tall[/URL], his stance narrower, wings always raised forward with muscles tensed to fly. [URL="https://youtu.be/cU5CEfDLHPI"]The Dragon's base was wider[/URL], force was concentrated on the distal end, shooting from the base of the ribs and cast out in full extension. Affixed there, Ochazuke found his base, where the style intersected, and gradually expanded his knowledge from there.[/quote]
For years, Zaofan had himself as an adept student of the Neo Crane School, being attracted by the school's advertised philosophy that it was a new and improved take on the classic Crane style. One day, Zaofan asked Master Toh Magoh the difference between the Crane and Neo Crane styles, to which the master explained that while the Crane style focused on inner-strength and "one-shot, one-kill" techniques, the Neo Crane school bragged that those same techniques could be taught in half the time; that one need only study for two years to attain the expertise of four years of training. The multi-color uniforms and patches not unlike scouts certainly helped the school's visual legitimacy.
That, of course, turned out to be a lie to drum up more non-refundable tuition, while weeding the hordes of gullible students to find the few who could serve Toh Magoh's aims. Those who "flunked" out were unfairly taught that they were unworthy. Those who succeeded would be taught to continue the school's unscrupulous and conformist practices. The school was unofficial and unsanctioned, but they left Master Chahan and the Crane School alone. Still, none of that would be public knowledge, the Neo Crane school merely being a smaller "competitor" in the market dominated by sanctioned Crane franchise clinics.
And poor Zaofan, who indeed had the natural talents to become recognized as an exemplary student, but wasted on counterfeit techniques and false praise, believing himself to be more of a master than he really was. For while he knew the basics of the Crane style, he couldn't help but compare himself to Ochazuke and found that his movements were sluggish, sloppy, and lacking in the process. He was had, with an anger slowly burning, not at Ochazuke, but at those who lied to him. More sweat, more frustration, more pain would accumulate during the training. But if there was one thing a traveler like Zaofan had, it was a determination that's helped him travel from one end of the road to the next, to see the journey through to the destination. While he did not have the knowledge of the Crane school to adapt as quickly to the Dragon style, resourceful Zaofan, who once burned a bush to make a godly party, would have to depend on the skills he had learned from other disciplines to see him through.
The Hokuto Shinken's philosophy of quick, decisive, action, no movements wasted, would help in finding the proper footing and balance needed for the Dragon forms. Although not as fluid as the real Crane style, the Hokuto Shinken would help in gaining insightful accuracy and purpose to the forms.
[quote]...then he teaches them Dragon’s Breathe. This technique imbues ki and flame together, and is spat from ones hands or mouth. The ki-flame combo is far hotter than a normal fire can be. He also shows them Dragon’s Endurance, how to make one immune to flames so the Breathe does not burn them, not any other fire.[/quote]
[quote]The elemental thing there had an expression not unlike the Dodonpa he'd known and used well, but where the heat is a residual of the impact imparted through his finger, the Dragon's Breath appeared to trade force for a softer kind of damage. Aiming to break through a single point, an attack so linear might be dodged. Spread apart, where would one evade as the flames fanned and grasped its fluid mass? It was quite similar to Jack's [B][I]Hot Streak[/I][/B] technique, though the gambler's proclivity to play the odds threw the fire with abandon to the wind along with his caution, and his intuitions succeeded in his own wild way. This was a thing a bit more structured, drawing on both the reserve of ki and forces outside of the body.
The ki imbuing defense in the Dragon's stance, however, that was something Ochazuke's sensibility managed to incorporate in a greater totality rooting in something much more familiar. Much like Sanchin, the ki enhanced form and structure, focused in totality to this skill, part the elemental skill before them. The soft energies there in the aura of the flame parted before him where the defense was asserted. The fire of the soul cannot be burned, and as it licked against the medium of his meditation, he'd considered a turn to the technique briefly before emptying his mind to the teaching once more. This was a journey of rediscovery, after all.[/quote]
What comparatively little he knew of the Turtle School, its philosophy of direct action born from patience, fortitude, and observation, enabled the ki control necessary for learning the Dragon's Breath. Zaofan's own hubris in trying to master the legendary Kikoho when he was far from ready had nearly killed him, but it also granted him his trademark optic blast technique. If Zaofan only had more discipline and patience, perhaps he could have mastered the Kikoho and the Dodonpa and his life would be different. But no, Master Toh Magoh's philosophy of hasty skimming had nearly killed Zaofan. Now, several years older and learning patience from Master Eskramoto of the Turtle School, and Miss Evangeline herself, Zaofan had the tools to learn a versatile power, complete with a spiritual shell for protection from flame. A younger, lesser Zaofan would not have succeeded otherwise.
ZaofanFic, Part 2: A Medium Rare Talent - Ch. 2
[quote]Finally, Marron shows them Kiss of the Dragon. The finest strike of ki to the back of a human’s neck (at a very specific point) can paralyze a foe for seconds to minutes. In that time they cannot breathe easily and can even die from blood buildup. If human, at least.[/quote]
[quote]And so it brought to his mind a failure once more. In the dying moments of the battle against Simon Battersea, the Knife made his way to the field. Effortlessly he'd fallen the Saiyan warriors. Sarada almost died, and Totoma drawing deep within himself had nearly bled his reserve dry when he'd been struck down unawares. He'd trained with Evangeline for the moment, but just as Held's words had steeled Ochazuke to face Rautt, as Chris flashed his blades, betrayed his fixer, and stole his prize from him, it was not to be. As the Dragon's Daughter then showed this secret to him, his mind drift to the technique of the enemy.
[I]If Chuan's is the [B]Hetereodoxy[/B], then perhaps this is the Orthodoxy[/I], he mused to himself, [I]One of many weapons hidden there in plain sight.[/I]
What Samson had taught Marron reminded him of his art's own history.
“The first blow is the last. The founder of the Crane School had a similar sensibility in her practice.” He struck out with the edge of his palm, a bone strike applied with the knot of his wrist to the air. “She was much less subtle, however.”[/quote]
During the training for the particular technique of the Dragon's Kiss, Zaofan had balked. He had experienced it first hand from Marron, but moreso, it reminded him of why he left the Hokuto Shinken school in the first place. Too brutal. Too direct. Too much emphasis on wounding and maiming, of breaking bones and popping organs and ripping tendons -- when he saw Master Shinken and his elite students assassinate a local town elder in the messiest way possible, Zaofan understandably fled for his life. Even after a decade, he found himself reliving the bodily horror of such a fate.
But, during training, it was explained to Zaofan that paralysis was not the same as death, and in a way it could be more humane -- if it were corrected in time. Though terribly unpleasant and claustrophobic for the victim, it at least did not kill them, and the technique could be reversed, obviously unlike a death blow. And so, to ease his thoughts, Zaofan framed the lesson to himself as a kinder, gentler way of incapacitation, without automatic death that the Hokuto Shinken -- or even the Crane Style -- sought. For Zaofan, the Dragon Style could be a form of balance with the Crane Style. Indeed, such a technique would complement well the quick lessons of grappling by Chef Brutus, a much more tactile fighter than Zaofan was used to.
[quote]Samson says the statue has information regarding a few old temples he plans on investigating, but at this point, that is all he has time to reach Ochazuke and Zaofan.[/QUOTE]
[quote]Still in the middle of mastering the Dragon's endurance, building this skill from the foundation he knew, Ochazuke heard Samson and his martial brother speak to another store of knowledge.
“If we investigate together the more information we may be able to recover,” he said, “Things are only lost once they are forgotten.”[/QUOTE]
Zaofan, wiping off the sweat from his neck and brow with a towel, concurred. "I agree. We have a better chance of combining our wits. We would have to try to figure out just what kind of information we're looking for from those temples. We should be hungry for knowledge."
The vagabond chef's tummy then rumbled, as if on cue. "...well, I could use some food for the body. And the mind. And soul, too, while we're at it."
ZaofanFic: Prologue - Back at the Lookout
[QUOTE=MrSandman;3633398]
"Well.....seems like you have a full course plotted. I shouldn't expect anything less from my..." Etrina paused, suddenly looking around and biting her nail nervously. "N...nevermind.....More importantly. Its good to hear that you won't be going anything particularly life threatening when I'm not there. After what happened at the tournament......"[/quote]
"Well, we'll see about that. What's life without a little adventure?"
But Zaofan then turned just a tad more serious. "I plan to train not just my body, but my mind and my resolve. Whoever that Parsic is, if we cross paths again, I'll be ready."
[quote]Etrina eyed him for a moment, then chuckled softly.
"......Zaofan........You really need to stop playing the fool, its why I can't help but tease you...."[/QUOTE]
"Oh, it's not the first time I've been in hot water. In six months, you can tease me again."
He then leaned in for a kiss farewell, not to say good bye but as a promise to return.