Jun's prototype reaper vs vat's cook guy

[junchurikioftheleaf]

Originally Posted by Vatanui AKA Pride

"Then all is good with the world, my friend. To be truthful, I have always detested the Shinigami and their regulations and conducts. One such as I wonder, do they truly represent justice? Throughout the span of my life, I have seen their 'justice' tear apart allies, families, relatives, spouses, friends, siblings. What matter does justice have in the world when there is nothing left for it to protect? Perhaps time shall tell."

Whilst speaking, Luciano leisurely moved into a steady stance, the tip of his glimmering scimitar pointed at the ground. His lit eyes, with considerable speed, drifted towards the stranger, whom now seemed different. Slightly puzzled, Luciano had processed just two thoughts, when his adversary abruptly appeared before him. Somewhat alerted, he instinctively raised his scimitar to deflect the far edge of the mace. Upon contact, the scimitar chipped under the sheer momentum and heavy impact, as Luciano broke lose and immediately skittered to the right. Snatching up the piece of cloth he had cut previously, Luciano took a glance behind to see that his opponent had sliced through the air his body once occupied.

His movements are radically different. I caught eye contact with him once, but the stranger now.. his eyes have a distinct lack of focus. The lack of focus you would find in hypnotized victims. Perhaps it it to be of relation to his pendulum .. ? Luciano thought as he took a step backwards.

Immediately dropping the cloth into the depths of his pockets, Luciano quickly spun around, employing his newly-gained momentum to use. As the enormous mace neared his shoulder, the cook aimed a brief thrust at one of the four blades it was stuck to, slightly chipping off the tip. In reaction, the entire mace swayed to the side, now a slash that had completely missed its' target. Grabbing the chip in mid air with his free hand, Luciano ducked over the misfired mace, executing a quick roll towards a nearby stone pillar. The pillar acted as a shield against the stranger's flames and electricity, yet was notably scorched now.

"Looks like I have enough now." Luciano stated and quickly whirled his body in a circle to open area, brandishing his Mauser C96 as he did so. Without a second to spare, his nimble fingers rapidly squeezed the trigger, launching three bullets from the firearm's barrel. All three rounds will attempt to strike the opponent in a single pincer, with the latter two ricocheting off the stone columns to complete the task. Luciano continued his dash at his adversary. Confiscating the gunpowder and hanging electricity in the air as he did so, Luciano promptly went from a dive, falling on his legs to flow with the momentum and friction. Shooting another two bullets as he slid, Luciano estimated he would arrive to his opponent's location by the time his first bullets come, and with that, he would attempt a swift bifurcation of the stranger, from the waist down.

*I raise my weapon as you shoot at me, my gaze remaining distant, yet my stance remaining ever perfect. I swing it downwards to the side sending one bullet to the ground and then cleaving it upwards deflecting the second of the first straight upwards. I sidestep as the last one passes right past me and at the same time I slam my axe mace downwards aiming to clash it head first with your blade pushing it's way to the ground and stopping your attempted splitting of me and put it's metal handle in the path of the other two bullets deflecting them also putting a foot firmly in your path to stop your slide from taking me off my feet.

My eyes still unfocused, I say "You know, most people usually fight by watching the opponent, reading his movements, and reacting accordingly, But if you don't look at anything in particular, you can see everything that's happening just a little more clearly. I can see everything you do, as it really is. I don't need to predict your movements. I just need to be able to see everything that's happening, even if it's a blur it seems so slow to me. I'm sorry but this is one fight-" My axe lights up as the metal core seems to dissolve and the blades gain a reiatsu aura and inside is a mass of fire and lightning. The blades extend outwards slightly as a radiance exudes from the entire weapon and lightning traces itself up and down the handle "you lose." I then put force on the handle as I slam it downwards hammering it into the ground, the mass of fire and lightning erupts upwards aiming to incinerate you while your still in your unfavorable sitting position and I say "thunderfire thousand." as the blast engulfs the area, I stand, a stoic expression on my face as the blast surges around me. I swing my weapon off the ground as the blast makes it's final surge and dies out. The metal core at the head of my weapon back where it was as if it never disappeared. The aura of reiatsu around my blades gone, there back in there original setting instead of extended. I spin the weapon between the fingers on my right hand and lift it to my stance as my coat falls back to it's usual position from waving in the blast. The ground where I hit now visibly indented and scorched.*

hokay vattamon ders your counta mon

[Vatanui AKA Pride]

As Luciano slid into enemy territory, he had noticed the stranger had dispelled his bullets short of their trajectory. Remaining a stoic expression, his hand immediately moves into motion, swerving its scimitar into the right. Upon impact, the tip of the blade barely met the dull side of the golden axe. Without resisting, the blade snapped in half, from the sheer pressure of the clash. In an echoing whisper, the blade buried itself in the dusty floor below. However, the slash motion had given Luciano more than enough curving momentum to land footing, and promptly skittered away, spreading distance.

Latching his now-irrelevant scimitar into the floor, Luciano executed a quick back flip off of it. As his hands snatched the edges of a half-obliterated pillar, the exact one he had used as a cover previously, the stranger had promptly finished his words. Effortlessly, Luciano lifted his body off the demolished pillar and leaped off of it. In the background, the stranger's weapon began to steadily shimmer in a light. With a widening gap of forty meters and counting, the cook struck landing in the form of the coliseum's outer edges, where its' spectators and judges usually would seat themselves at. Annoyed with his own antics, Luciano quickly patted his coat, as the spectacle of electricity and flames blew apart the arena before him, with an untrustworthy gap of only seven meters from the elemental attack's intended target.

In the aftermath, Luciano's stoic smile mocked the stranger as he slowly filed from the outer edge of the coliseum. "I apologize for not dying, but I was simply weighing the benefits and disadvantages. That was quite a flashy attack there, my friend. And a powerful one, too." With those words, Luciano offered a quick glance around his surroundings. The entire coliseum seemingly hung under a smoked aura of sulfur, as the technique had utterly demolished the arena, forming a reasonable crater at where the stranger stood. Pillars had been lopsided, if not completely destroyed, yet strangely, Luciano's broken scimitar, while etched in burned blemishes, hadn't been broken. Traces of his friend's Reiatsu blanketed the atmosphere, quickly dissipating.

Tasting the aged sulfur in the wind, Luciano's right hand promptly dug into his coats' pockets. His left hand beckoned through the air, as if snatching up an intangible item. With a moment of shuffling, his hand quietly drew themselves into the still light. Out emerged twelve, jagged stones. The stones were aged; they too smelled of crackling sulfur. Suddenly, each of the pebbles burst with a shimmering light, as aura manifested around the stones themselves. Tossing them into the air, Luciano promptly caught all falling pebbles, and with amazing dexterity, began to juggle them rapidly with his hands.

"To speak truthfully, this technique isn't mine. I don't tend to employ its' use often, but it had originally descended from a deceased friend's of mine. Legend was that he mastered it to the point when it was able to tear apart city blocks without difficulty. Caused quite an uproar for the Japanese government a couple years back. Now, what was the technique's title again ..?"

"Ah yes. Chemical Juggling." Dust shredded backwards as Luciano took a stance. With sheer precision, he flicked eight out of the twelve stones in rapid succession. The first six was launched in an arc, therefore forming a loose-knotted half of a circular shape. However, the latter six stones were shot at specific angles, as they ricocheted effortlessly off the outer walls of the coliseum interior. Dispersing, they regathered too in an arc, facing the back of the stranger, the two arcs ergo forming together, a circle that had enclosed its target. Charged with Reiatsu, each sharp pebble would immediately combust once reaching in range of its' target. The accumulative explosion should cover around half the arena. Not to mention that when the stones self-destructed, jagged remains of the rock could fly out and deal minor injuries to the stranger himself.

"You should be very familiar with the Reiatsu imbued. It's your own, of course. But it also isn't yours. "

Promptly following the first wave, Luciano brandished his Mauser 396 and silently tossed a ninth stone within the general vicinity of his opponent. For now, he supposed it could act as a landmine, for any unsuspecting person to accidentally step onto. The cook proceeded to steadily juggle the remaining three pebbles with his free hand. Then, he began to gently take steps forward, casually glancing over the field for any detection of his adversary as he did. Thirty-eight meters, eighty-night centimeters. Thirty-eight meters, twelve centimeters. Thirty-seven meters, ninety-three centimeters ..

"Back then, during your attack, you said you have an uncanny method in analyzing circumstances. I suppose you glance over the situation, and instead focus on the big picture, yes? Despite the peculiarity of your blade, I however doubt it originated from the blade itself. Perhaps it was influenced by it, by one that shifts over time? Perhaps the pendulum, one whom masters time?"

[junchurikioftheleaf]

Originally Posted by Vatanui AKA Pride

As Luciano slid into enemy territory, he had noticed the stranger had dispelled his bullets short of their trajectory. Remaining a stoic expression, his hand immediately moves into motion, swerving its scimitar into the right. Upon impact, the tip of the blade barely met the dull side of the golden axe. Without resisting, the blade snapped in half, from the sheer pressure of the clash. In an echoing whisper, the blade buried itself in the dusty floor below. However, the slash motion had given Luciano more than enough curving momentum to land footing, and promptly skittered away, spreading distance.

Latching his now-irrelevant scimitar into the floor, Luciano executed a quick back flip off of it. As his hands snatched the edges of a half-obliterated pillar, the exact one he had used as a cover previously, the stranger had promptly finished his words. Effortlessly, Luciano lifted his body off the demolished pillar and leaped off of it. In the background, the stranger's weapon began to steadily shimmer in a light. With a widening gap of forty meters and counting, the cook struck landing in the form of the coliseum's outer edges, where its' spectators and judges usually would seat themselves at. Annoyed with his own antics, Luciano quickly patted his coat, as the spectacle of electricity and flames blew apart the arena before him, with an untrustworthy gap of only seven meters from the elemental attack's intended target.

In the aftermath, Luciano's stoic smile mocked the stranger as he slowly filed from the outer edge of the coliseum. "I apologize for not dying, but I was simply weighing the benefits and disadvantages. That was quite a flashy attack there, my friend. And a powerful one, too." With those words, Luciano offered a quick glance around his surroundings. The entire coliseum seemingly hung under a smoked aura of sulfur, as the technique had utterly demolished the arena, forming a reasonable crater at where the stranger stood. Pillars had been lopsided, if not completely destroyed, yet strangely, Luciano's broken scimitar, while etched in burned blemishes, hadn't been broken. Traces of his friend's Reiatsu blanketed the atmosphere, quickly dissipating.

Tasting the aged sulfur in the wind, Luciano's right hand promptly dug into his coats' pockets. His left hand beckoned through the air, as if snatching up an intangible item. With a moment of shuffling, his hand quietly drew themselves into the still light. Out emerged twelve, jagged stones. The stones were aged; they too smelled of crackling sulfur. Suddenly, each of the pebbles burst with a shimmering light, as aura manifested around the stones themselves. Tossing them into the air, Luciano promptly caught all falling pebbles, and with amazing dexterity, began to juggle them rapidly with his hands.

"To speak truthfully, this technique isn't mine. I don't tend to employ its' use often, but it had originally descended from a deceased friend's of mine. Legend was that he mastered it to the point when it was able to tear apart city blocks without difficulty. Caused quite an uproar for the Japanese government a couple years back. Now, what was the technique's title again ..?"

"Ah yes. Chemical Juggling." Dust shredded backwards as Luciano took a stance. With sheer precision, he flicked eight out of the twelve stones in rapid succession. The first six was launched in an arc, therefore forming a loose-knotted half of a circular shape. However, the latter six stones were shot at specific angles, as they ricocheted effortlessly off the outer walls of the coliseum interior. Dispersing, they regathered too in an arc, facing the back of the stranger, the two arcs ergo forming together, a circle that had enclosed its target. Charged with Reiatsu, each sharp pebble would immediately combust once reaching in range of its' target. The accumulative explosion should cover around half the arena. Not to mention that when the stones self-destructed, jagged remains of the rock could fly out and deal minor injuries to the stranger himself.

"You should be very familiar with the Reiatsu imbued. It's your own, of course. But it also isn't yours. "

Promptly following the first wave, Luciano brandished his Mauser 396 and silently tossed a ninth stone within the general vicinity of his opponent. For now, he supposed it could act as a landmine, for any unsuspecting person to accidentally step onto. The cook proceeded to steadily juggle the remaining three pebbles with his free hand. Then, he began to gently take steps forward, casually glancing over the field for any detection of his adversary as he did. Thirty-eight meters, eighty-night centimeters. Thirty-eight meters, twelve centimeters. Thirty-seven meters, ninety-three centimeters ..

"Back then, during your attack, you said you have an uncanny method in analyzing circumstances. I suppose you glance over the situation, and instead focus on the big picture, yes? Despite the peculiarity of your blade, I however doubt it originated from the blade itself. Perhaps it was influenced by it, by one that shifts over time? Perhaps the pendulum, one whom masters time?"

*I see your circle of self destructing rocks surrounding me and I drop slamming my weapon into the ground headfirst and an immensely smaller version of my previous attack erupts around me as the blasts go off hiding me and apparently catching me. The ground and area is wrecked even more and the crater is larger and more blown out in the aftermath. However, the odd part is there isn't a trace of me in the blast zone. Not a scrap of cloth, not bit's of my weapon, nothing. The field is utterly empty. smashed bit's of rubble strewn across the field hiding my escape route.

without warning the ground below you gives way as another smaller blast brings it crumbling down. I suddenly appear from the blast zone jumping upwards and swinging my weapon up aiming to hit you with one of the blades and split you inhalf. I spin aiming a kick at your side and a sudden burst of reiatsu from my foot spins me around at a faster speed increasing the kicks power and sending me into a 360 ending in a upwards diagonal swing of my weapon aiming to smack you into the air shattering bones. My body and clothing a tad burnt but nothing to damaging from the blast because I escaped underground and used my own blast and the rubble as cover to fall into the underground of the stadium and escape most of the damage. I land on the edges of the hole that I made and drop my weapon grabbing it by the ring again and swinging it in a pendulum style again.

"You think my pendulum does anything? maybe, that could be it, then again it might not. I am merely a passer of time, I exist in the past but my existence moves forward indefinitely. That is my Jikan karitori-ki's power. I am an anomaly on time. You could even venture to say that I perceive time differently, My abilities are quite literally that of one who reaps time." I jump back and stop short pushing my feet into the ground, the pebble that you tossed earlier just out of range behind me. I hold my weapon up into the air and lighting arcs outwards from it launching at the remnants of my reiatsu around the field in a brilliant lightshow, detonating your trap pebble causing an explosion to flare up behind me not in range to harm me while incinerating the extra bits and aiming at the several pebbles you still had while arcing out seemingly at random. I pull my weapon down and take my stance again. "This time your really dead."*

[Vatanui AKA Pride]

Sparks of electricity curled in the air. Casually detecting it, the cook took a quick glance at the debris left behind. From the depths of his mouth drew a consuming yawn, as Luciano's nonchalant expression seemed to become a stoic smile, more or less. In one clean swoop, he drew his Mauser C96 and fired one single round, precisely aiming at stone rubble overlaying at the edge of where the stranger once stood. The bullet struck the rubble, overturning it, as the ground before the rubble gave way to the weight. Abruptly, the center of the coliseum collapsed on itself, burying centuries' worth of tarnished blood and dirt underground.

It had been obvious of the coliseum's lower floor. It had been employed for training, storage, and occasionally, even burial for deceased warriors. Not to mention the horrifying smell of decomposed corpses below.

"Not bad, stranger." Luciano murmured to himself, as he began to notice the vibration beneath him. Instinctively, he skittered backwards, as a column of pure energy erupted vigorously from the ground where the cook once stood at. Out emerged the stranger, his advantage of surprise having been now recently lost. With a single motion, Luciano spun backwards, deflecting back the almighty mace, and its' multiple attached blades, with an indirect parry from his stainless pistol. The cook promptly followed with a leap into the air with a flying kick, as his own kick met the stranger's. He had applied the amount of raw power behind his kick to match his adversary's, thus ending the short clash without notice. The added notion of Reiatsu adrenaline had only left a mark on the sole of his boots, as the impact knocked back Luciano two meters, as dust flailed into the air before him, a result of a three sixty diagonal swing his friend had attempted.

Gracefully regaining a foothold, Luciano had descended onto an overturned stone pillar. He sheathed his Mauser C96 and in result, tossed another seven pebbles simultaneously into the air, and began to juggle the tally of ten pebbles. As the lightning show proceeded, Luciano's standings was more or less secure, due to the fact that stone nor sulfur was an effective conductor for electricity. He casually sidestepped around the aged column to sufficiently evade the spontaneous sparks of lightning that had gotten in his range. However, he noticed that the stranger was now attempting to crudely interrupt his Chemical Juggling.

As an increasing number of lightning streams converged, Luciano flicked a lone stone directly to ward off the attack in a miniature explosion. The impending force would not only shuffle the lightning back, but would also completely disperse it, if not temporarily. Simultaneously brandishing his Mauser C96, the cook tossed all latter pebbles into the air, as he triggered multiple shots consecutively. With a gap of three meters from each other, the first bullet surged forward, and flew past the descending chips of stone. The latter would follow. The first bullet was aimed at the stranger's lower waist. The latter two were to act as decoys.

Meanwhile, the outside range of the electricity spectacle were obviously disabled, albeit temporarily due to the dispelling explosion. Luciano quickly withdrew his handgun, and casually catching all nine stones, tossed another two to dispel leftover surges of electricity at mid-range. With a doorway briefly open, the cook, quickly flicked four of the stones. Bursting through the wind at different angles, each were aimed to not injure the stranger himself, but instead cripple him briefly. They would each land somewhere around ten meters from the stranger himself, more or less, out of range from physical attacks, as well as the disabled streams of lightning near them. Promptly setting off in an explosion, the pebbles would hopefully act as a flare its' indirect target, in an attempt to temporarily cripple his senses.

Luciano highly doubted the explosion itself would injure the stranger. Despite having briefly lowered the electricity's shields down, he hadn't managed to completely disable it. His adversary was still covered in sparkling electricity, but at the moment, that was the only boundary. As thus, he had only taken down the prowess of the lightning streams at long and mid-range. But the explosions from the pebbles will make up the latter, their sheer force giving way to the sulfur-coated ground beneath his opponent, and send him flailing to whatever awaited blow. The accumulative fallout would cover a radius of ten meters.

"Your blade grants you more than one power, does it not?" Luciano questioned casually. Having yet to been interrupted in his continuous juggling of the three leftover pebbles, Luciano leisurely proceeded in doing so.

[junchurikioftheleaf]

i'll get to it after im done with bf3

[junchurikioftheleaf]

Originally Posted by Vatanui AKA Pride

Sparks of electricity curled in the air. Casually detecting it, the cook took a quick glance at the debris left behind. From the depths of his mouth drew a consuming yawn, as Luciano's nonchalant expression seemed to become a stoic smile, more or less. In one clean swoop, he drew his Mauser C96 and fired one single round, precisely aiming at stone rubble overlaying at the edge of where the stranger once stood. The bullet struck the rubble, overturning it, as the ground before the rubble gave way to the weight. Abruptly, the center of the coliseum collapsed on itself, burying centuries' worth of tarnished blood and dirt underground.

It had been obvious of the coliseum's lower floor. It had been employed for training, storage, and occasionally, even burial for deceased warriors. Not to mention the horrifying smell of decomposed corpses below.

"Not bad, stranger." Luciano murmured to himself, as he began to notice the vibration beneath him. Instinctively, he skittered backwards, as a column of pure energy erupted vigorously from the ground where the cook once stood at. Out emerged the stranger, his advantage of surprise having been now recently lost. With a single motion, Luciano spun backwards, deflecting back the almighty mace, and its' multiple attached blades, with an indirect parry from his stainless pistol. The cook promptly followed with a leap into the air with a flying kick, as his own kick met the stranger's. He had applied the amount of raw power behind his kick to match his adversary's, thus ending the short clash without notice. The added notion of Reiatsu adrenaline had only left a mark on the sole of his boots, as the impact knocked back Luciano two meters, as dust flailed into the air before him, a result of a three sixty diagonal swing his friend had attempted.

Gracefully regaining a foothold, Luciano had descended onto an overturned stone pillar. He sheathed his Mauser C96 and in result, tossed another seven pebbles simultaneously into the air, and began to juggle the tally of ten pebbles. As the lightning show proceeded, Luciano's standings was more or less secure, due to the fact that stone nor sulfur was an effective conductor for electricity. He casually sidestepped around the aged column to sufficiently evade the spontaneous sparks of lightning that had gotten in his range. However, he noticed that the stranger was now attempting to crudely interrupt his Chemical Juggling.

As an increasing number of lightning streams converged, Luciano flicked a lone stone directly to ward off the attack in a miniature explosion. The impending force would not only shuffle the lightning back, but would also completely disperse it, if not temporarily. Simultaneously brandishing his Mauser C96, the cook tossed all latter pebbles into the air, as he triggered multiple shots consecutively. With a gap of three meters from each other, the first bullet surged forward, and flew past the descending chips of stone. The latter would follow. The first bullet was aimed at the stranger's lower waist. The latter two were to act as decoys.

Meanwhile, the outside range of the electricity spectacle were obviously disabled, albeit temporarily due to the dispelling explosion. Luciano quickly withdrew his handgun, and casually catching all nine stones, tossed another two to dispel leftover surges of electricity at mid-range. With a doorway briefly open, the cook, quickly flicked four of the stones. Bursting through the wind at different angles, each were aimed to not injure the stranger himself, but instead cripple him briefly. They would each land somewhere around ten meters from the stranger himself, more or less, out of range from physical attacks, as well as the disabled streams of lightning near them. Promptly setting off in an explosion, the pebbles would hopefully act as a flare its' indirect target, in an attempt to temporarily cripple his senses.

Luciano highly doubted the explosion itself would injure the stranger. Despite having briefly lowered the electricity's shields down, he hadn't managed to completely disable it. His adversary was still covered in sparkling electricity, but at the moment, that was the only boundary. As thus, he had only taken down the prowess of the lightning streams at long and mid-range. But the explosions from the pebbles will make up the latter, their sheer force giving way to the sulfur-coated ground beneath his opponent, and send him flailing to whatever awaited blow. The accumulative fallout would cover a radius of ten meters.

"Your blade grants you more than one power, does it not?" Luciano questioned casually. Having yet to been interrupted in his continuous juggling of the three leftover pebbles, Luciano leisurely proceeded in doing so.

*Your bullets fly at me and I direct a lightning strike or two at them driving them out of there paths and partially disintegrating them. I am then surrounded by your explosions as they flare and disorient me, also blocking your view of me. My mace flys out of the flare of the explosion and lands infront of you, still crackling with electricity as the boom of the ground falling and the ages of dust kick into the air darkening the skys and the field. My form suddenly appears behind you, slightly burnt as I chose to force my way through kicking off the beginning to fall rubble at the peak of the flash, right when the power began to die out and pouring lightning around me again, blostering my defense and reactions as it's electrical surges hit me, directed in such a way as to speed up my reactions without damaging me. The flying weaponry would also serve as a very effective decoy as it's bright form and shape would distract even the most focused practitioner. I hold my hands out to each side the way a puppeteer might hold a marionette from above the curtain and lightning arcs from my hands and arms curving around you and attempting to form a cage connecting to my mace.

The lightning would also channel inwards aiming to conduct into your gun and cook off possibly the last shot you have if it's a standard 10 round load. The lightning also aims to use your gun as a focal point to direct itself into you in a multitude of countless blinding strikes almost like sparks flying out from explosions in the movies. "sorry for having to resort to this, but you'd probably move right through me on my way to you." I then cross my hands together crossing the streams of lightning and causing an explosion of fire and lightning within the cage and erupt outwards burning and creating even more cover on the field. "burning time" I then seem to fade through the explosion, my form almost ghostlike as it passes you at such a speed your perception of my movement in conjunction with the explosion is slowed to a vague notion of it even happening, seeming so natural that it's almost like a leaf fluttering in the wind. That instant is used to grab my weapon and swing it at you aiming to shatter your entire left side. I jump away from you and hurl my mace again this time it spinning around itself and aiming vertically at your form, before spinning upwards and hurling itself back into my hand.

"You said I won't be able to beat you at a my present state, but I believe it's you that won't win this. Let your existence become clear, your form is troubled by things that are of no importance. only by achieving a state of perfect tranquility will you be able to match me.*

[junchurikioftheleaf]

bumpo

[junchurikioftheleaf]

well do something about that

[junchurikioftheleaf]

i am dissapoint

[junchurikioftheleaf]

good, because i just decided to get back into this

[junchurikioftheleaf]

well im in for abotu a month till raiderz goes live anyways

[Bacon]

I think its a game he's been waiting for.

[Cyl]

Jus is using correct grammar AND he's making use of the space bar?

I call shenanigans.

[junchurikioftheleaf]

i call fisticuffs

[junchurikioftheleaf]

Originally Posted by Vatanui AKA Pride

I call Double Rainbow fisticuffs.

i invoke the power of friendship

[junchurikioftheleaf]

you should it was quite a good fight.

[junchurikioftheleaf]

go for it