[IC] DJ Atomika Vs Frokane

[DJAtomika]

The halls, mildly flooded by water, were silent. Dust hung in the air in small clouds, floating through the shafts of light that shone through the broken, hole-filled stone ceiling.

In a corner of the shattered, abandoned ruins, a pooling of mist. A film of ice freezes over the water, slowly spreading out towards a nearby coffin. The water stills. Then the ice builds in speed, forming a tall monolith, solid and freezing cold.

A crack appears in the ice after a moment.

Then another. And another.

Out of the frozen monolith strides a man -, no, a wolf, clad in modern clothing. A frost spirit, perhaps.

Daniel flicked a few specks of stray ice off his shoulder. In the midst of his dimensional travels he'd gotten separated from his companion, a beagle named Sam, and now he was trawling the multiverse in an effort to find him. This was, after all, his new home, wandering the highways and byways of life like this, ever since his old home, Earth, had been wasted in a nuclear holocaust. Killed most of his friends, and now that the world itself was collapsing, he'd been forced to abandon what little he had left to wander.

Perhaps he'd find entertainment here.

His katana, still snug in its sheath, bumped gently against the walls as he walked forward from his icy portal through space, the rest of the monolith collapsing and melting back into the water it was formed from. His two pistols weighed heavy on his lower back, snug in their holsters like all his kit.

Something did draw him here, after all.

Something...interesting?

[Dolerman]

There was a tapping sound, not a deliberate on either, it was something fairly heavy tapping against the perfectly smooth marble of the hallowed halls that Xing Yi found himself in. It wasn't the only sound, there were drops and drips against the heavily puddled floor, the creak of iron bars as they poorly resisted the surprisingly forceful draft of cold air through these large halls. Small rats were racing the the many cracks and holes in the floor and walls, their tiny claws making an eerie orchestra with the squeaks they were also making.

But the tapping, this was not the tapping of the enviroment it was foreign it was the tapping of someone who was not from these halls other than Xing himself. This mystery intruder could have been anywhere in the great maze of this castle because the echos of even the slightest sounds would carry so far with the spacious marble which was everywhere.

Xing Yi closed his eyes and began to follow the steps as best as he could, hoping to find this stranger of the halls and see what they were up to.

[DJAtomika]

An ear perked.

Someone was here.

He could hear it, the gentle sloshing of someone wading through the ankle-deep water that flooded the floor.

When he moved, the figure sloshed around too.

When he stopped, whatever it was stopped a moment or two later.

Strange.

He kept moving though, a slow, careful walk, his footsteps muted atop the ice that froze under his feet with every step. His ears perked, listening in to the sounds that echoed through the narrow, empty halls.

Sooner or later he'd stumble upon the fellow that was stalking him.

Sooner or later.

[Dolerman]

It was no longer a tapping sound, it was a medley of sounds, including the rustle of steel and cloth, whoever this was, he was not unarmed.
Xing surveyed his surroundings the ceiling was probably about 15 feet high and the corridor he was walking down was fairly wide. He was sure his opponent was a little ways down the corridor to his right where there was T junction a few feet ahead. If his opponent was hostile it was not an ideal place to fight, but the area in front was a little more spacious at the end of T junction. Xing Yi summoned his pheonix rod to transform into the Endless Longbow and readied an arrow as he expected his opponent to walk past him from the right.

Xing Yi also made note of a broken coffin behind him and a large golden chandelier above him. The halls were cluttered with various items, but Xing Yi was unfamiliar with western architecture. So he assumed it to be some sort of mega sized cathedral.

[DJAtomika]

Just as the monk expected, the anthropomorphic wolf padded in from the right, still quite clueless as to where his opponent was, up until he entered the T-junction and saw the other guy standing there with a bow and arrow fully drawn. With a quickness, he brought his sword (still in its sheath) up from within his belt and held it in his right, turning on his left foot to face the monk. His stance lowered, feet spreading apart, right ahead of left, as he pulled the brim of his cap lower and steeled his grip on his sheathed sword.

"Well then, this is a pickle."

[Dolerman]

Not a pickle, I am a monk, my title is Xing Yi the Endless one, and I have my endless long bow trained on you, werewolf.

Xing drew back his arrow and was ready to fire at any given moment, the tension in the air was thick, and Xing could sense this creature was incredibly strong, and was exuding some powerful energies that seemed to transcend regular magic. Xing Yi had encountered all manners of beasts and warriors before, but this individual was perhaps the most intrugiung.

Why have you come here? you are clearly not from this land or maybe even this world. I think you should leave, your aura stinks of a false god, your very presence offends me.

Xing took a few steps back with bow still trained on the werewolf, looking to put the broken coffin between himself and this creature for minor cover should he need it.

[DJAtomika]

"False god? What false god? I don't see any gods here."

He spun his sheathed sword in his hand a few times. That bow looked quite fearsome, actually, but nothing he couldn't handle.

"And my name's Daniel, just to get introductions out of the way. And I'm looking for something, or someone, really. It led me here. Have you seen a beagle around here anywhere? About yay high?"

He held his free hand out to roughly his head height.

"Blue jeans, cowboy boots, big ol' hat?"

Ready for anything, of course. Sword and sheath were in his right hand, stance still the same. Nothing had changed. If the monk fired an arrow, he'd be ready.

[Dolerman]

You are not simply mortal, correct? I sense energies in you that are not of this world, you are a false god.

Xing Yi hunched to a slightly crouched position with his arrow still trained on the wereworlf, now wondering how he was going to fight such a being if he needed to. The light from the chandelier reflected off the fairly deep puddles on the floor, which almost bathed the hallway in a glistening aura which painted the picture further that these were two people whos powers had at least some influence from the divine. The werewolf once again spoke describing someone he has never met nor would wish to.

Youre not going to leave are you? Ive given you ample chance to flee and never return, but a false god will always find himself in places he is not wanted. This cathedral will be your grave, werewolf.

Xing refused to call the creature by his Anglo name, and focused his eyes as he fired an arrow straight at the creatures chest.

[DJAtomika]

He saw the monk's movements before he loosed the arrow. The tiny flinch of his hand as it pulled back a fraction, the tensing of the arm and the twitch of the tendons in his hand as his fingers released themselves from the arrow's feathers. All this happened in a fraction of a second, nearly the height of his enhanced reflexes and vision.

Then the arrow left the bow, travelling across the hallway in a blaze of speed. Its motion slowed in his eyes, he had all the reaction time he needed to lean slightly to the right, letting the arrow sail right past him, embedding itself deep in the stone wall behind him. With a small smile, he resumed his stance, rolled his shoulders and stretched the kinks out of his neck.

"Well then now that's just rude. You wanna play this way, fine then. I'll play rough."

With a flick of his free hand the water in the hallway began turning into ice, swiftly and steadily. He braced his right foot, bent slightly to gather his strength, and then pushed off from his right. This action made him hop into the air slightly as the leap forward closed the distance between him and the monk, even as the water beneath him froze solid, trapping his feet and ankles in a solid, icy grip.

A second passed. Two.

Daniel landed on both his feet and, using the ice as a rudimentary slip-n-slide, let his right foot skid forward. His body twisted left and he leaned to the left, lowering his left hand to the ice to clamp down on it, slowing his progress forward enough to turn his forward momentum into a sideways spin on his left foot. Maintaining the crouch he swept his right leg right around counter-clockwise, aimed right for the monk's left shin.

Continuing the spin, he came round again, still pivoting on his left foot, and threw up his free hand as a feint, palm up in a quick flicking motion that did nothing, while beneath him his sword arm came up swiftly in a straight, quick diagonal jab from Xing Yi's low left, aiming to hit his solar plexus with the hilt of his sword. He would be in a kneel now, his right knee on the ice with his left foot bracing.

All this, from dodge to leap to kick to feint to jab, took merely seconds, what would seem like a short moment to the monk.

False god he may be, but speed was his game.

[Dolerman]

The arrow flew beautifully towards the werewolf and like water the opponent was able to dodge the movement like it was nothing and flicked his hand. Xing Yi was very in tune with spirits and magic energies and knew that very second that there was a spell being cast....the air in the atmosphere began to cool down considerably.....that was it, ice magic! The shallow pool around the floor began to freeze almost instantly, Xing Yi was lucky he placed himself so near the broken coffin and quickly hopped on top of it so he was not in the puddle as it froze.

The werewolf then used the now frozen water to skate towards him throwing a low kick just as Xing jumped back on to the coffin and was able to narrowly dodge it, luckily. But the attack was not over, the low kick's momentum allowed the beast to spin into an attack with his sword handle, which Xing did not expect, luckily the attack seemed to be aimed for his chest, but in Xing's elevated position the attack thudded into the monk's stomach. Which was very painful. Xing Yi managed to grunt the pain of the attack and maintain his excellent balance on the smooth coffin.

The Monk's endless bow shifted form instantly to a new weapon.. the bo staff! Xing countered the attack he suffered by swinging the large pole toward the werewolf's neck at a diagonal angle from the right, all while maintaining balance.

[DJAtomika]

Daniel felt the hit connect and he smirked.

The monk was fast, being able to dodge his sweep kick by hopping onto a fallen coffin.

He hadn't been fast enough to dodge that though. No one really expected a swordsman to use his sword as a staff anyway.

The hit he made stopped his spin quite nicely, but opened him up for attack, which of course the monk did, his bow swiftly changing into a bo staff that he swung downward at his neck. He could see it whistling in from his upper left, the monk's lean body twisting and flexing as his arms brought the staff to bear.

He ducked and swivelled his body to the left, feeling the staff clear the back of his head and his neck, barely grazing his ponytail. The staff swung by harmlessly, and as he straightened up he raised his sword arm in a circular motion and then brought it crashing straight down onto the coffin the monk stood on, his fist and sword smashing its lid and body to pieces almost effortlessly. He stood and continued the coffin smashing, twisting to the left and pivoting on his left foot as he brought up his right in a football kick that completely destroyed the wooden coffin.

As he did so, his heightened senses kicked in, for he had a plan.

No doubt he'd dislodged the errant monk by destroying his only foothold in the water.

He probably thought his ice could only affect the water.

Wrong.

As he felt his kick connect with the coffin in slow motion, he channeled his ice magic into his body then pushed it into his right leg. The magic dispersed through his right foot just as the kick punched through the coffin, smashing it to pieces as the splinters and shards of wood froze into deadly sharp shards of ice that erupted everywhere, most sent flying straight at his opponent.

Two seconds passed.

He completed the spin as his kick sent his rudimentary projectile attack away, and he bent into a crouch, smoothly transferring his sheathed sword from his right hand to his left. His new sword hand gripped the sheath tightly as he lowered himself, his right coming to rest on the hilt of his sword.

He inhaled briefly.

Four seconds.

The water underneath him froze to provide him a stable foothold as he braced his feet, tensing up for a good burst of speed. Left foot in front of right. Crouched.

Five.

He kicked off his left foot and closed the distance in two strides, charging his way through the frozen debris cloud he'd made with the remains of the coffin. His right pulled his katana from its sheath and, in a single stroke, he drew and swung from his lower left to his upper right, meaning the monk would see the sword slash coming from his lower right to his upper left, if he had time to block it at all.

After the swing, his momentum carried him two steps forward where he stopped in a crouch, sword still raised in the air. Head lowered, body relaxed. Left foot ahead of right.

Seven.

He exhaled.

Iai.

[Dolerman]

This beast was wily and smart, the opponents clever trick allowed him to smash the coffin that the monk was standing on right after dodging Xing Yi's bo staff swing, this was not a fight that Xing yi wanted to be in, he was being kept on the defensive because of the enviroment of ice and water, and the werewolf moved like a true martial artist, everything being a smooth seamless sequence. False god, but a dangerous foe all the same. Just as the bo staff attack missed he decided to level the enviroment to his own favour, although he knew it would use a lot of energy....

Xing yi used the momentum to pole vault over the werewolf just as the coffin was being destroyed, the pheonix rod dug in to the icy floor where any other normal staff would have slipped and gave him the stability to spring over and past the werewolf. As this was all happening the coffin that was just broken exploded into a frenzy of frozen wooden shrapnel, Xing yi's pole vault made him miss the majority of the debris but a few sharp pieces cut past and into Xing yi's leg and buttocks area as he gracefully somersualted over, the pain was fierce but Xing yi was a trained shaolin and did not flinch once.

Watching the werewolf prep another attack Xing focuesed his energy as he was mid air and launched the rididculous power that he knew would cost his energy.

Foolish dog, the white tiger god laughs at your claim to divinity!

Xing yi shouted as the power of the white tiger's holy flame exploded from his body, these flames would not damage Xing himself but the intense heat expelled thorough out the entire corridor, not only melting all the ice but then evaporating all the water and most of the moisture in the air in a wicked holy flash fire. The white embers flowed freely through the air and towards all the corners of the hallway including the werewolf.

The move was powerful enough to change the scope of the room so Xing could fight somewhate fairly, but the white tigers flames were never meant to be used as an area style attack and Xing gasped for breath as soon as the move was over, struggling to stay composed.

[DJAtomika]

He missed.

How did he not see that coming.

The monk had vaulted right over his iai strike. He knew he couldn't avoid all the shrapnel he'd made of the coffin, but as he recovered from his attempted strike he saw the monk land and yell something indistinct past the noise of the broken coffin bits splashing into the water.

Then a huge, concussive fireball ate through the air and filled the hallway with such force that he struggled to stay on his feet. All around him he heard the telltale sizzle of water flashing to steam in an instant, including the water he was standing in.

Bastard.

He stood his ground, sword still drawn as he held it vertical and steady, channeling all his ice powers even as his flesh began to heat and sizzle, the powerful fire magic eating past his icy elemental form to scorch his true body, causing him more pain than comfort. With a mighty swing and a loud roar he cleaved vertically downward, parting the wall of flame with the power of frost.

The fireball blew past him in a matter of seconds. In its wake, the stones glowed red hot from the blaze, steam poured from every rock and metal beam. And, in the center of the dry hallway, stood the wolf, panting as he shook his sword clean of the ice that coated its blade. His sleeves, chest, hair, everywhere that he could possibly imagine, singed and scorched by the blazing inferno. It hurt all over, it hurt like an almighty bitch, but he stood firm, panting as he gave himself a once over, poring over his injuries and how to best heal them before he continued to fight.

However, today was his day, as physics proved. Once the fire had burned itself out, therein was a huge area of hot air, without moisture. However, that fireball couldn't possibly have burned through the entire labyrinth that they were in. A few moments later, there was an inrush of cold air that circled his feet, invigorating him from the bottom up. As he felt the chill spread through his whole body, he smiled, the burns and scorched patches on his bare flesh slowly peeling and scabbing over as his body began repairing itself with the benefit of the cold. The process would take time, but he could accelerate it.

With his sword still ready, he gathered what he could muster of his ice powers and channeled them into his blade once again. The black sword grew icy cold as clouds of mist rolled off of its blade, and he gently pointed it behind him, where the hidden chills were coming from. He delved into them in his mind, pulling every bit of moisture and cold that he could find and accelerating them towards his sword. Slowly, surely, he felt a strong breeze against his back, cold and wet against the large bare patches that had burned through his jacket and shirt and jeans and shoes.

He raised his sword above his head, a smirk gracing his face.

"That hurt. But you know what's gonna hurt more?"

He swung his sword down and leveled it at the panting monk.

"This."

All of a sudden the inrush of air grew stronger, way stronger, and bits of ice began freezing in the air. The superheated hallway sizzled and spat as the renewed cold assault battered the wave of heat in its wake, dissipating it quickly as the growing blizzard advanced down the hallway.

Daniel took a step forward. Then another. His wounds closed and sealed themselves, one after another.

Another step. Quicker. Further. Another step.

He was at a jog. Sword still ahead of him. The oncoming blizzard tore at his heels, the gusts of wind powering his forward advance. More and more ice filled the air until it was swirling with it, a huge blizzard that had formed out of the moisture the monk hadn't touched with his fire.

At a run now. More steps.

With a touch of his magic, the ice crystals in the air formed and combined themselves into deadly sharp slivers no more than a palm's length long and thin as a wire.

He changed his stance as he ran, from sword horizontally ahead of him to a closed stance, his right hand close to his face, sword blade pointed upward and slanted diagonally to the right. His left hand braced itself on his right forearm and he gathered his strength, simultaneously gathering the ice needles in the air around him and willing them to his aid.

Then, just a few feet before the monk, he stopped, braced a foot, and took a huge, almighty swing downward, chopping downward at the floor as the blizzard rushed past him, the shards and needles of ice in the air flowing in a clockwise spiral that shot straight at the monk, enveloping the whole corridor.

As the blizzard and rushing ice passed him, he crouched and blitzed forward, closing the distance again between himself and the monk.

His left foot landed in front of his right, sword back behind him in his right hand. He raised it, gripped the hilt with both hands, and swung it downward and to the right (Xing Yi's left) quickly, before reversing the direction of his swing and cleaving upwards and to the left in the same motion.

[Dolerman]

The Monk looked at the werewolf in amazement as he partially recovered from the attack, using his ice magic once again to turn the tide of battle in his favour, luckily while this creature healed, Xing Yi got a moment to catch his breath a little, he wasn't 100% but he was no longer immobile and defenseless. The false god began to prep a devastating attack, summoning a massive onslaught of vicious hail to flood the corridor. Xing Yi smiled as the blood that dripped down his leg began to dry.

I'm an endless monk, I learned to fight in a blizzard as a teenager....IRON SHIRT

This was Xing Yi's favourite technique a very well known shaolin skill of making the body incredibly tough and resistant to attacks and impliments that would impale and skewer a normal man. Mortals have developed this to block spears with their throats and stomachs, but Xing was and endless monk and had been training the move for over 60 years.

He took the stance of the turtle and braced himself, yelling as the sharp ice shattered against his now super tough body, the cold was biting and he was feeling the pain of every shard but his body remained intact, aside from a few nicks and cuts, which would hurt like hell later. Xing stood still and gritted his teeth through the attack.

The only problem was, his mobility was quite limited while still in iron shirt technique and the werewolf had followed up the blizzard with a sword strike that he could not dodge....

SKrripppp

The blade was not normal, Xing can block normal sword with forearm and not even get bruised while using iron shirt, but this weapon, this opponent were not normal, the blade didn't cut into Xing's body but the attack tore right though his robe and left a large gash across his chest to his hip. XIng yelled in pain and his torso winced back from the impact, something he had never done before.

The monk was now furious, and the werewolf was in fighting range, Xings torso was now covered in blood but he didnt care it was time to counter attack. Just as the blade cut down his body, xings phoenix bo staff became the pheonix gauntlets which heavily increased his punching power and speed. Xing threw a two hit combo, a kung fu stike to the chin of the werewolf with his left hand, followed by a sharp over hand right to the chest.

[DJAtomika]

Daniel, caught in the momentum of his downward swing, saw the punches coming, the monk's staff flashing and transforming into a pair of fancy looking armoured gauntlets in the span of a heartbeat.

Nifty.

He straightened out of his finished attack as the first punch came hurtling in from low right, a swift uppercut aimed at his chin. He kept on straightening his body, leaning backward as he shifted his right foot forward slightly to elevate his head, while he craned his head backward. His left foot moved to the left slightly to maintain his balance from his shifted center of gravity. The fist whizzed right past his face, the monk's knuckles slapping the locks of long, snow white hair that dangled from his fringe.

He was fast, he'd give him that. Extremely fast.

Then the second punch screamed in from up high. Daniel shifted position, twisting his body to face the left (Xing Yi's right), while taking a step forward and to the right with his right foot, shifting his whole bulk away from the downward strike even as it whizzed by his face again, brushing by his hair and face. He planted his right foot firmly forward, the single step taking him within the reach of the monk. His left foot moved to plant itself behind him, his free left hand curling itself into a fist as he drew his left arm backward. Ice crystallised and formed into deadly sharp knuckle spikes on his balled fist.

"You say you trained in a blizzard, right?"

He smirked.

"But have you ever fought a blizzard before?"

In a quick motion, he pivoted his body to face forward, swinging his left arm in a lightning fast left hook aimed squarely for Xing Yi's right cheek. A knockout punch against the monk's Iron Skin? Possibly, if he could endure it.

[Dolerman]

Xing Yi knew that his iron shirt technique would work against him in this situation he was missing his punches because his mobility was effected. Once he got moving he would have to 'deactivate' the technique to move again at full speed. But the werewolf had already thrown a counter punch, a hook with his fist covered in ice spikes. Xing yi wasnt fast enough to dodge the move, but a skilled enough martial artist to tuck his chin and block with a shoulder roll, a fairly western technique but these were competetive moments.

The punch smashed into his shoulder but because of the iron shirt and the robes resisting the magical ice Xing was able to block any injuries though the impact of the werewolfs strength still shook the monk to his core, this false god was frighteningly strong....but so was Xing Yi.

Western boxing? no god would ever use such a crude style.

Reeling off of the shoulder roll, Xing Yi bent his knees and sprung his tosro forward in an up diagonal position to strike with an elbow smash to the werewolf's jaw, and to follow up with a roaring spinning back kick with his rear foot (left). All while deactivating the iron shirt to make sure the attacks were at least twice as fast.

[DJAtomika]

Daniel saw the monk move as his fist flew. His icy punch impacted the monk's shoulder, obviously, and he felt his ice splinter and crack against his defenses. He drew his arm back and shook ice crystals from his fist.

Clever.

The monk said something about boxing being a crude style and he was actually inclined to agree, had the monk not then reared his body backwards with his right elbow extended. A blow easy enough to avoid, Daniel simply leaned backward and let the elbow sail right by his face with no issue.

The monk recovered from that quickly enough and he used his momentum to twist around on his right foot, spinning counterclockwise as his left leg shot up in what should be a backwards kick.

Daniel took a step back and waited in that split-second moment. The monk pivoted swiftly on his right foot, all pretense of defense gone, and swung around, his left leg chopping downward through the air as it swang a wide arc around him.

He gripped his sword tighter. That was his moment.

As the monk's kick reached its zenith, he angled his right arm into a right angle, sword gripped tightly. People in spinning kicks were stationary targets. He took a step forward, reared his arm back and, just as the monk's kick swung downward, he thrusted his arm forward in a stab, jabbing his sword right at the monk's gut.

Unless he was also made of elastic, this wasn't easily dodgeable.

[Dolerman]

Xing Yi was fairly shocked at the werewolf's martial arts, but it didn't matter, while fast he wasn't as graceful, not as disciplinced just a beast with unholy powers he was not a true martial arts expert like Xing Yi was, he was not prepared for the shaolin. However he did manage to dodge the elbow strike and use a back step counter to dodge the back kick as it came around, of course during the whole attack Xing Yi's mind was fully aware of where the werewolf was, even with his back turned to to him he could feel the postion of any living creature and it this range was able to feel more specific movements as they were happening, no attack would catch him totally off guard.

The Werewolf had opted to stab him as his leg came round, Xing Yi launched the kick with perfect form but it was not able to reach its target, however the monk was far from defenseless, the monk was as comfortable and stable as a spin kick as a normal man would be sitting in a hammock, the werewolf had not accounted for the monk's arms still wrapped in the magic phoenix material. Xing yi swung his left forearm down and to the side as he turned to parry the blade that was aimed for his stomach.

The collision of magical metal made a satisfying cling! It was a pleasant enough noise to help the monk forget about his fairly large yet surface wounds on his chest and leg as his skin was still leaking small amounts of blood. None of this mattered, the werewolf was directly inf front of him. With the sword out of the way and parried, Xing's foot landed next to the opponents right side after the kick, Xing used the stepping momentum to throw a a heavy and lightning fast karate punch from the hip his hand twisting as it shot towards the Wolf directly in front of him, all the while keeping his left forearm ready to guard again. Even a god would feel this.

[DJAtomika]

He felt the parry travel up his arm, the noise loud and frankly quite cool in the silence of the hallway.

The monk was real damn fast, he'd give him that, but no amount of training beat experience in situations like this.

His sword was parried away to the right, forward momentum changed into sideways momentum that he used to his advantage. As he let his body twist with the parry, he saw the monk's left fist rocket out from his hip, a lightning fast punch that he needed to counter quick.

With his momentum, he had a split second idea.

He used his sideways spin to his advantage. In a moment he'd switched the grip on his katana from forehand to backhand. He twisted around clockwise, lowering his body as low as he could go to avoid the straight punch. He felt it whizz over his back as he pivoted on his left foot. Once he made it most of the way around, he held up his sword, blade pointed at the monk's chest. Right hand gripped tightly round the hilt, left hand cupped round the hilt's base for leverage.

His left foot was replaced by his right during the spin as he turned to face away from his opponent. Then his left replaced his right again as his right side faced the monk.

His right foot took a step forward, inside the monk's guard. The second time of the fight.

Then he used the rest of his momentum to shove his blade sideways, using his left hand to push the sword quickly towards the monk, aiming the stab at the middle of his torso.

[Dolerman]

Xing was bleeding and in a fair amount of pain but inside his warrior spirit he was happy, he was at home. This is where Xing wanted the fight to be, up close and personal, this is what he trained 60 years for, he was an endless monk, there was no way he could be upset with a martial arts fight, even if he was now probably fighting for his own life. The karate punch missed, the werewolf span lowto pivot underneath the attack and countered with a backwards sword thrust. Xing Yi had probably seen this attack 1000 times during training at the temple, and this was why he kept his left hand ready to guard. He swung his left forearm in front of his own body and once again heard the blade clash with his magical gauntlets, it was a beautiful thing.

He then followed it up seamlessly now finding his rhythm with the beats who was ducked low in front of him to drive the elbow of his right arm that just threw the punch right into the werewolf's back, and to follow up that with a rising right knee, hopefully to catch the beast in his chest or his chin.

All thing's considered, I will admit I'm having fun.