Martial Arts RP (Matrix kind of fun)
Tom stands the middle of a Zen Rock Garden, waiting for an apponent to challenge his fighting skills. he was trained in Kung Fu, Karate, Judo, Shao Lin, Shun Su, Boxing, Kick Boxing, Judo, Streetfighting, Jen Suin, and Tai Kwon Do. A slight smirk spread across his lips, accented by cold grey/blue eyes and waving black hair. He wore black pants and a gray shirt, and on his back was a scythe, holstered tight with the blade retracted. On his hip, a Stralinger HV Handgun was holstered, along with ammo shells.
'Any time you're ready...' He thinks, as if trying to reach whoever was closest.
Out of a tree a figure falls soundlessly, his descent gradual slowed as he nears the ground. His face and expression are hidden behind the darkness of his hooded robe, and he stands there facing his opponent. From his robe he draws out a gnarled staff with arcanely shaped, and sharp shavings of metal venturing outward from its form.
His voice is emotionless, but deep as he says: "This will be an interesting test for what I have become. Advance prodigy, and show me your worthiness."
The metallic object on Tom's hip was disconnected, and fell into his hands. It extended twice, then a blade sprang from the side, revealing it as a scythe.
"Hold nothing back."
He charged, swinging the scythe to the left in a horizontal slash.
The metallic object on Tom's hip was disconnected, and fell into his hands. It extended twice, then a blade sprang from the side, revealing it as a scythe.
"Hold nothing back."
He charged, swinging the scythe to the left in a horizontal slash.
Marc Pollo strolled by with his new girlfriend after a night of celebration as he has just been promoted to head of G-Tech and received the highest honours of Madame Ko's school of Kara (ooc:Kara - Hand pronounce ka-ra Karate-Empty Hand), Notices the swipe of a scyte and the precision movemonts of two fighters and runs towards the commotion unsheathing his fine shortened Katana he joins the fight in the hope of stopping it.
"What the?!" Chalebs whispered. He halted his slice, and turned to the newcomer.
"This is a private fight. Leave, now." He commanded. He noticed the girl, and wondered if this man was more than he seemed. One who leaves a loved one to fight in a battle that was not theirs had to have some great love of the art.