Chasing perfection on broken legs (open)

            The faceless combatant slowly raised the blade to head height, the business end of the weapon pointed at Raistalin. The blade was kept parallel with the ground, it was still a split second before anyone moved. The Phantom moved first launching forward the ghostly shinigami thrust the blade directly at raistalin. Raistalin answered with a quick backstep, jumping out of range of the attack. The dark clothed ghost kept pushing forward, Rushing forward the ghost slashed at him twice horizontally from either side.

"Far too aggressive" Raistalin muttered to himself as he dodged out the side.

Rolling out the side of the attacks he landed with his back to the opponent. In most cases, this would be a disadvantage not so with Shuko kai. Keeping one eye on the ghost he waited on the ghost to move in. In a moment that happened instantaneously but seemed to stand still for raistalin. The moment his opponent got within range raistalin released a kick straight backward. Using the full muscle structure of his body, the kick had enough power to snap the air itself. The kick caught the swordsmen off guard and landed, sending him backward on his back.

"Let's end this" He again said to himself.

Without turning around Raistalin rushed forward with a single leap he jumped to the top of the fence. Using that as a foot placement he took another leap to the roof of a nearby structure. Once he was on top of the roof he spun around. He had a plan but only mere moments to pull it off. With a scream, he began pumping his body full of his own Reiryoku. Blue sparks danced around raistalin as he struggled to lock down the technique he had no name for. suddenly a split second later a blueish white aura enveloped his entire body. From there raistalin launched into the air. Aiming his decent as he fell. He targeted the opponent from above and put everything he had in this one blow. Raistalin launched downward, determined to put his foot through his attacker. When the attack landed the phantom gave way, disappearing entirely. the blow causing a shockwave to encircle his foot which created a small crater in the ground. Half standing in, half standing out. Raistalin stood breathing heavily to catch his breath. The aura had vanished as well.


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 "Holy!" Raistalin yelled as he threw himself back.

Sitting back up, Raistalin looked up at the golden-haired man that had appeared. From a glance, the man seemed about the same size. His blue eyes stood out the most to Raistalin, tho he tried to hide them with his other facial features. This may have happened naturally, but raistalin doubted that. The badge on his arm said, 2nd division. Raistalin' narrowed his eyes at the young man that had appeared of nowhere. Maybe he had been concentrating too hard. Raistalin knew thing for sure if they wanted him dead he would be. In his head, he had just failed a test, and it pissed him off.

"Hello," was all the man said after he appeared a foot in front Raistalin

"hey guy its called personal space, you don't just appear close enough to kiss me," Raistalin said sounding slightly annoyed as he got to his feet.


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With the quick step back at the at his exclamation, it became obvious to Raistalin that this guy was trying to make a good first impression.

"If this wasn't a test, why was this guy here," Raistalin thought to himself as he continued to study the man.

"Don't expect me to take you on a date after this" the golden-haired man said in a joking fashion.

A smirk appeared on Raistalin's face as he got to his feet, Something that didn't happen very much since news of his family. It had been awhile since Raistalin met someone with his kind of humor. When Raistalin got to his feet he quickly cleaned the dust from his uniform. The approach seemed to have been an accident by the way he was acting, and the annoyance had already disappeared as it was pointed towards himself in the first place. A second later the man shot across the gap between them.

"Had it begun," Raistalin thought to himself as he instinctively put an arm out to defend.

The golden-haired man grabbed it and began to shake his hand slightly hard. Was this man nervous to meet him? The idea of it was funny to raistalin as he didn't see himself as someone to be nervous of.

"I'm Caspar, " the man said finally revealing his name

Caspar continued rattling off three questions before raistalin could introduce himself. It had become obvious that Caspar had been watching him for awhile.

"You sure ask a lot of questions," Raistalin said laughing"Names Raistalin... I guess to answer your questions yes, a mix of various fighters, and honestly couldn't tell you."Raistalin said in short order answering everything a big smile on his face as he began scratching his head.this guy was interested in him."I could explain the theory behind it, I just don't know what it called" He explained after a moment. None of this answered the question raistalin needed to be answered, however." Umm don't take this the wrong way or anything but why are you here?" Raistalin said flatly the smile still on his face.

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As Caspar spoke Raistalins's grin grew wider and wider. In truth, He was beginning to like the guy. As Caspar took his final step back and got into stance. He took a moment and narrowed his sights to gather as much information as he could about his opponent. He was entering this fight blind, unlike Caspar. For one he couldn't feel Caspar, which meant one of two things. He's either about equal in strength, or he is so advanced in suppressing his reiatsu that it didn't even affect him. The very idea of the latter scared raistalin to the bone. Plus Caspar had also been in the second division for longer then Raistalin. The stance itself that Caspar was using was basic Tae-kwon do. An art form that he had studied very briefly but was vaguely familiar with. That realization, however, was chained to another thought.

"Does he know the style I use?" Raistalin thought to himself.

Being one of the more easily undistinguishable styles, was one of the reasons He had chosen shuko-kai as his primary style. Raistalin's face turned serious as he backed off a step. In one fluid, practiced movement while keeping Caspar directly in front of him. His feet spread apart slightly, his left hand slightly closed and extended outward, his right closed in a fist held inverted just above waist height. His boots making a hissing sound as it slid across the dirt.

"I'm game, but don't blame me if it's your funeral," Raistalin said a smirk returning to his face again. He let a moment pass before he continued " And don't think ill show you my trump card right from the beginning" he finished. A few moments passed as  both stood completely still.

"You ready here I come," Raistalin said loudly as he rushed forwards.

The newly titled assassin had a plan, as he shot across the training yard towards caspar. Right as he got to the edge of where he perceived Caspar's range to defend  He disappeared. With the quick use of shun-po, he had appeared at Caspar's back, again rushing forward. He didn't have enough information to fight Caspar straight up and still needed to feel him out a bit. As he got in range raistalin unleashed an evident elbow from the right aimed at his head, which he hoped would hide the knee coming directly after aimed towards under his rib cage. The plan was to back off again after the quick exchange. 



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He had to admit as his adversary retreated that he was good. The fighter had seen through the faint and had retreated through the real attack like it was nothing. The smirk widened as he turned in time to see the yellow-haired man launch from some ways off. The initial exchange however still told him loads of information tho. One particular bit stood out to him, in the moment he dodged instead of blocked. Plus the distance he had covered in a single use of shun po, had made it quite evident that he was much superior in it and threw in his face just how limited his was. He instantly scratched off a ranged fight from useable strategies in his head.

    As Caspar moved closer towards him it became evident to raistalin that the Viking thought he was faster than him, but still, the thought of the Viking dodging bugged him, what did it mean. As Caspar began using shun po to create clones of himself the reasoning clicked in his head. The clones he created were a diversion to keep from getting hit. It made sense to him now he spent so much time setting up a grand attack right from the beginning because he couldn't or doesn't like to brawl. as he stood and watched his opponent approach a new plan formed in his head.

    Raistalin Studied the clones coming off Caspar as he approached, they came off blurry and sometimes parts of the body were transparent. Tho the technique was impressive, it was flawed and shouldnt have been used in that implementation. Throwing so many of the clones had given raistalin a chance to study them before they were useful. Given his previous strategies Raistalin doubted that Caspar would hit him head on, so he stood still staring as he drove closer Almost daring his opponent. As Caspar appeared directly in front of him he stood calling his bluff. The instant that the image of his opponent went blurry Raistalin knew the Viking was no longer in front of him. Out of instinct, his eyes darted behind him where the real Caspar already stood. His eyes widened instantly at the realization that at this range he couldn't block the attack.

"This might work,"He thought to himself as Caspar bent his leg and released a straight kick at him.

    Instead of trying to defend he prepared to take the hit, but he was gonna use the hit. As the kick approached raistalin he pivoted the left side of his hip forward slightly. As the kick was almost to make contact he launched the left side of his body as quickly as he could. When the kick made contact with him his foot grazed the left side of raistalin's back helping increase the speed of his spin, far quicker then Caspar had ever moved up to this point.. Almost instantaneously raistalin stood staring at Caspar once again. Wasting no time he wrapped his arm around the outstretched leg.  Not planning on letting it go, he grabbed the leg with both hands by the ankle. He quickly raised the outstretched leg above his on head and rushed forward and kicked at the middle inner side of the leg still planted to the floor.   




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