When he struck upon the Golem, Ochazuke felt how the blow landed with a surety that went beyond countless hours spent cultivating skill. Even set upon this twisted alien shape, there came to him in a fractured moment the scent of lacquered cedar planks, echoing their solid foundation under footfalls. Wreathed in the flexible guards of Zxu'ro, for a moment the weight of the combat left him as he felt his hands, in a fashion, guided towards their targets, as if led by a silent hand that felt potential.
The refinement of such an elementary thing as a straight lead to a nostalgic feeling he had not felt since...
Chahan.
The death sputters of the artificial being wicked away as its being melt into a puddle. Still more emerged from the walls.
But none of them were his target, and Ochazuke was determined to push through them.
With successive blows, the stances of these hollow, artificial forms were broken, and like their kindred so were they demolished by skull-shattering blows.
Yet even now, he could sense that cold sickly presence, prowling in the shadows.
Where are you?
A golem approached and lashed out. He flipped it contemptuously over his shoulder, slamming it onto its back, and ground his heel into its crown.
He had yet a moment's energy to spare, and once again he drew upon his meditational field to resonate within the dying facility itself, tracking Rex and this other presence with
Kyokushin Keihatsu.
Below.
Tracing the path of Charco's destroyer, Ochazuke drew back his fist and struck the ground with the Iron Wind of
Zanshin Touki.
OOC: Ochazuke base PL: 1.45 mill; Zanshin Touki strikes twice = 2.9 mill ^ (Zxu'ro's Relics)