Kuzusu_Zenshou misanthropies protest, to this junctions gains within an arena's foresight, seemed to loom over this distinguished gaze.. as though a lazy apparition, misplaced somewhere within a misbegotten daze.. fingers found fraudulent query, through gestations of his looming victory.. a head hung low, a fine texture of woven black, standing as a façade to a crown atop his head.. a simple skin tight fabrication, within hues of crimson red, but the only protest to this mockery of physical admiration..

Ownage_Xilation This sinister man would not stand around and idly watch, His left hand gathering the head of his staff. It was spaced within 3 sections, a guarded rail protected to links in the connections. His left hand held the staff heigh on the final section, his right hand caught a lower positions. Thus he threw the projection of the weapon in a board left to right motion, This great leverage of the weapon made this a great attack at the 4.5 foot distance

Kuzusu_Zenshou digits would find fornication within the temptations of a right hunkered scabbard.. its jewel encrusted hilt, gleaming with sapphires and ruby the like.. a parchment of fine gold, laid about the garment of his own entangent of blight.. a slip of an awkward phalange would realign.. tense awkwardly it would, grasping with hindsight, atop the hilt of an embedded blade.. knee's would flex, falling within frolicking state.. adverse to the simplistic serenity of stilled life.. a flash of metal would ignite the skies, slicing openly to the left, as a brandished katana stood alone within the dim fixtures of night. A blade 33 1/4 inches long, and two inches thick.. its width, seeming but a fraction of an inch.. for ages this blade, has found time to make play.. he the 15th user of its ancient ways…
Kuzusu_Zenshou within this tempest of temptations anarchy through subsequent means of aggravations, stood two more pieces of this staff.. its sectionated masses seeming rather obtuse within a foresights mention.. those frustrated appendages would arise, but one at a time.. the left lifting into the air, to mirror the blade, as though to provide some successful defense within this interwoven subterfuge.. though only pressing but one of these misrepresented projectiles, away from his physical form, the other would injure even more.. hitting him within the upper right side of his ribcage.. a pulsing pain as frustration found sway.. a gargled blasphemy.. he would wince in prowess of utter remorse, for letting such a sour sore, invade his home..

ownage_xilation As the final section bashed into the ribs the man was quickly on retrieval. The Staff's 1st section jerked as the left hand climbed taking greater leverage. Holding the 1st section in both hands the man let it dangle vertically, He spun his wrist arcing the right to loop the two section in a circle motion. Pushing down with the left added a whip on the tail of the staff is it came from below to come centre and attack underneath the chin. This was a devastating movement with the assistance of a small pivot to add motion, The gap between them was rather small, and the whipped effect on the tail gave it that the hands quicker then the eye feeling with its blurred motion to the human eye.

kuzusu_zenshou fore longed woes of close combat, fond solace within these ways.. a smile pressed to pursed lips, as the man found himself quickly within this rated ritual.. the staff would be positioned as though to elapse his disposition, though within retrieval, he would put aside those trivial presumptions, and work with a new sense of longing.. his sword still brandished with the right, would hold firm within stance, pivoting the wrist as to turn the blade edge earth bond, though the tip within a horizontal angle to the aggressor's own head.. his tilted façade would allow him to elevate such sermons of discontent, as the whipping effect would commence.. he right would falter, stepping back within flagrant please of repressing such aggressions.. the left would find ease of step, slamming itself downward as to collide with the grassy glades under toe.. the heal pointed in the direction of his right, toes slightly elastic within a foreseen repression of might.. the left arm would teeter, lingering within motions of prose.. his own physique hardened through eons of combat within these sort of throws.. palm facing downward, elbow etched within a leftward quadrant, as the right hand would flare towards the staff, hoping to intercept it wrathful rage.. fingers would tense within collision, grasping closely to its wooden fabrication.. holding stiff they would, the tricep and bicep strengthening their cause.. that left leg would dangle forward, with but this tiny proclamation of distance his measure.. 3 feet within their intermingled query, as though to strengthen his own stance, as the katana plunged further forward..

Ownage_Xilation The man watched the tip's whip action slam into the pink flesh of the mans palm... The sting he seemed to take as the man ripped it back with both his hands, He had a double hand firm grip on the weapon and the apposer had one. The math figured as he ripped the varnished and slippery tool through the digits of Kuzusu, As the left hand slide down the first section the man retrieved the weapon's range. He evened his hands on the middle section, allowing either end to hang life-less yet ready to advance. His left foot dragged through the soil, marking yet another line of advancement these where strange and yet natural movements for this twisted entity.

kuzusu_zenshou protest within junctions of flesh, found no remorse from these feeling of unrest.. though an attempt to grasp would ascertain, a merely fledgling hold would find any lingering sway.. as the weapon, brandished and born, fell from grasp, as it was so torn.. the blade crept inwards, not aiming to slice, the disposition of quarters, making aiming rather nice.. here it would teeter within pestilence, a piercing mindset casting wavering shadows of death within its jest .. the left leg would relocate, as to twist within position to right itself forward facing.. still bent within knee, he would throw a fledging plea.. outward the right would persist, aiming the heal to his own right, as to face the toes towards his left.. the knee extended two thirds of the way, as the toes attempted to step at a defined point on the left side of Xilation's leg ( your right ).. so closely would this appendage lay, as to possibly force sway.. the left arm would persist forward, fingers flared within an apparition of jest, their phalanges pointed openly outward, as though to concave the diaphragm, under the sternum of the chest.. dart to his own right, would that right leg do, position itself right behind the leg of Xilation, as the forward inertia would take hold..

ownage_xilation The man's stance dropped his knee gave way as he dropped from his before positions. His knee's now sitting on the bed of soil, From this positions the blade went on without connection. The shot for the centre of the torso would now come high just above eye line. His right hand already sitting in a stalking fashion. The digits would strike like a cobra bracing the wrist which was a great strategic motion, the control of the wrist would allow the man to control the foes movements to a degree. However he was not so strategic as the left hand that held the tip of the staff raced towards the elbow joint, A spring came from the knee's as he jolted up-ward at a slight advancing angle coming under the radar of the looming blade that he only just survived previously

Kuzusu_Zenshou within the abnormalities of complexing over differing aspects of position, would we find these two intercoursed duelist.. fighting for prose within this too delinquent of linear contrast, to disembowel one another in the most grievous form imaginable.. though these complexities of linear gestation seem but mocking decree's from others molestations.. for as such interwoven weaves, of softening plea's would progress, such as knee's finding rest; the one known as Kuzusu simply took all this in jest, strengthening the lacking miscreant of his past decree.. the left wrist would fluctuate within its own duress.. eyes catching glimpses of muscles within positions, so tense.. the left leg would slip further within its own elaborate state, causing a motion of initial pain.. the splits though seemed to far acquainted, with Zenshou to mind the offset.. his right would find prolonged glee, in a simple manifestation of a single bending knee.. inward the shin would slip, as to for go any abnormalities from this whip.. downward would the left hand strike.. palm open and grappling for this distinguished organic, known simply as a right wrist.. clutching forcefully it would, trying to but subdue.. the right hand still holding close intentions to a blade, as its own momentum must be slightly swayed.. he would pull inwards to himself, pivoting the wrist as though to face the death dealing edge towards this miscreant of femme's.. shove away within this tone, pulling the elbow as though a bow.. it would waver within intangents to the right, slipping vertically and to his right, swirling within a motion befitting to the mirrored wrist, as an upward slash would exaggerate the risk.. a head to fall should this attack come to pass..

Ownage_Xilation The left hand trailed slightly up-ward as he noted he had come of course his left shoulder rolled back arcing his back as the left followed suit. the left hand held the end of the staff with the jolt in shoulder it to whipped back, since the trajectory crept upward he was able to barely miss the deadly strike. The tip lashing over his up-right chest slashing over his threads and piercing the black shirt that covered his chalky flesh. within this motion both arms flung back-ward as if to take off his form falling onto back before strategically rolling to the left side. The prodding hand of the offender would find its own hassles within the configuration of his own attack, The motion of his body maneuvering had placed him barely from harm yet the blood trickled down his chest. this gush was his first and he almost felt a stint of respect for this enemy.