[Iron Fist Tournament] Round 0 : Ryuhei v. Bilbo

It was a weird feeling to be put back into a cage again. He didn't want to admit it, but being inside of something like this massive trap put him at ease. After all, they were locked inside. But it was not that he was locked in with someone. Oh no, they were locked in with him.

He continued to snicker as he stood there, his short body no taller than a child. He was just under a meter tall, but his features hidden from the world. He carried no tools, no known skills. He was simply a monster who loved to torment the poor souls he came across. He was no native to Kai.

And he was one of the few who made it out of Pandecim alive. But here he stood, waiting for the signal to begin. He either of them made a false move, it would be a loss for them, no matter how it ended. He had to be careful for now.

For now, he waited.

It was strange to watch people come together over such odd and trival matters. They would fight to the death, only to find they wouldn't die. They would undergo the same stress and pain in hopes of some reward to make the world seem just that much better. She didn't know who the people were, or cared about them for that matter. She would simply observe and report her findings just as anyone else would.

Sphinx was in it to win it. Any information would help her in her adventures in this frail world. She didn't care who fell. Everyone was an ant under her heel.


The voice went off, blaring off from the distance. Amber stood there, close enough to the cage to watch, and far enough to keep her clothes from being bloodied if it came to that nature. These mortals were all pathetic.

From the voice, all that could be heard after was the chaos in the other cages, and the laughter from the small, shrunken being that stood opposing the man. "H a , h a h a . . . " would be the only sounds heard from the hooded thing. He stood there, his palms open, his hands at his side. He was beyond ready for what a mortal could throw at him. Not a single thing has be cast, thrown, swung, or yelled at him that wasn't done so before. He did his research. He knew what he was up against.

But did the slayer? Was he ready to make the first move?

His right foot slowly slid to his rear. The toe of his shoe dragging along the ground of the caged box. " H e h e . . . h e h ." His left hand begun to rise up slowly for each second the man did not move. His palm faced the sky, his thumb pointing forward as the other fingers did. He was beyond ready for this moment.

His gaze would be behind a piece of cloth, all not obstructing his vision. He observed the man's joints, his stance, his skin, his breathing. He could see the chest rise and fall. He would match his pattern, making that man's breath his own. And soon, he would take it from him completely.

" Y o u _ I d i o t . " Would be heard from the boy's mouth. It was a short human, or so it seemed. Who was to say who, or what was under that hood. He stood there, unchanging, waiting for the man to do something. He would wait all day for a move. He had time. He had more than enough time.

And if idled long enough, he knew, he could win by default. This man was doing nothing more than wasting his own time. He was the one who was being measured. but Bilbo was the one issuing the test. There was nothing to do. He could wait. He could wait forever.

Name: Rikujoumaru
Owner: Ryuhei Fujima
Type: Weapon
Rank: Legendary
Description:

Length: 48 inches
Weight: 2.5 pounds
Strengths:
-Deals C-Rank base damage.
-Can also deal piercing or stabbing damage due to the pointed end.
Weaknesses:
-Can be broken by 30 weak hits/8 D-Class spell hits
-Makes a sound when being used
-Can be used by others
Ability:
The Summon - The sword can be summoned from a pocket dimension in Ryuhei's right hand. This can only be used once a thread, and does not work if the sword is already entered or active.

The Deathdealing - The blades on the sword have the ability to spin rapidly, making it easier to cut things. The sword deals D-Class bonus damage when this ability is active.
http://www.unknownlandsrp.com/t3125-the-sword

Name: Feral Step
Rank: C
Description: The user can negate the effect of wind resistance, to run at a speed which is teleporting.
Strengths:
-Allows the user to cover a greater distance
-Can increase damage by increasing momentum
Weaknesses:
-Damage can be increased while spell is active
-Max speed of 16m per second
-Max range of 12 meters
Duration: Instant
Cooldown: Four posts

HP - 100%
MP - 90%
On the weapon, red signifies the ability used.

NOTE:

DISTANCE : 30M FROM EACH OTHER

SPELL RANGE : 12M

REMAINING DISTANCE 18M

Laughter could still be heard from behind the muffled cloth. Hands would raise up, only to meet each other in front of the boy's face, extended from him. The thumbs would bend with the hand, only to make a heart shape. It was an odd approach to it all, yet was the perfect action.

Seeing the blade, he could see that it was double-edged indeed. With enough force, one could be cut with the back of the sword just as much as the front. With that speed of movement, he could feel the wind move around the arena. With just one simple action, he told the boy everything he needed to know about him. He knew it all too well.

And it would end just the same.

Naisu didn't really believe Mei could lose her fight, having seen the girl's powers for herself. She was decent enough to get through the fodder of this competition, and instead focused on someone else instead. The man he had met in Edolas, he seemed to be fighting in this tournament too. The one who robbed his counterpart's grave of the mysterious keyblade, Ryuhei. The black-haired shadow of Snake watched the fight in the stands with growing interest, his hazel eyes scanning the battlefield and watching and studying the motions. Hand motions, steps, all of this was being recorded and memorized by Naisu. Kai was accompanying the young Shiratori on his spectating of the fights. The tiny green swirly on top of his left shoulder. "Naisu!" the tiny creature called out to Naisu with a warm resonance in its voice. Kai was incapable of speaking, but could communicate with Naisu telepathically which in some ways was better. "This fighter looks intense, what do you think?" the Swirly asked with squinting eyes. Naisu smiled though his gaze did not shift from the fighter as he memorized his spells and his movements. Even by watching the fight from afar he was given a distinct advantage, being able to know his opponents moves before having to face him.

The latest spell was interesting, catching Naisu by surprise as he seemed to cross distances with renewed swiftness.. was that a teleportation spell? No matter what however he made sure to transmit that to memory, making sure to recall that little fact when the time came for him to fight the Slayer. He replied to Swirly with a simple answer, "This fighter has great potential, but he has little control of his vast power. He may be even stronger than I am.. if he learns how to apply it all correctly,"

Spoiler:

Bilbo wins by default.