tampered | [Incomplete] Souhi vs. Mugen's Sword

When; Now (After the sun returns)
Rating; PG (for violence and language)
Characters; Mugen [

outtamyway] + Kurogane [

black_ginryuu]
Summary; Mugen's sword is nice, but Kurogane likes to think that his is nicer. How do these boys solve any argument? It's a fight, stupid.
Log;

It was true that Souhi was a nice sword, even though Kurogane had been a little bit sneaky about using that picture of Ginryuu instead. Ginryuu had been his father's sword, and therefore was his by rights, but now that damn witch had it. If he could have given up anything else to the Dimension Witch for the price of passage, he would have.

But then again, here he was, with a new sword in the bargain, and it didn't look like he'd be getting home any time soon. So why not take advantage of a few invitations to fights while he was here? Sure, he couldn't kill the guy with that damn curse sealed on him, but he could definitely maim him pretty bad...

Kurogane's legs stretched comfortably as he ran across the rooftops, a deathly grin showing off his teeth as he flashed through the sky. Travelling with those kids, he had forgotten how good the blood-lust was. When he finally spotted a figure, he landed with complete silence on the edge of the building-top to wait until he was spotted.

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'It's about damn time,' Mugen thought to himself as sat lazily on the rooftop. How long had it been since he fought? Not just the monsters this city had thrown at him, but an actual opponent that would fight back. That would give him a challenge. He couldn't wait much longer. Where was that asshole?

Mugen picked himself up, looking around for his opponent. Maybe he could catch sight of him before he showed up. To his surprise, his opponent was already standing several feet behind him. 'Shit. When did he get here?' thought Mugen.

"Yo, what took you so long?"

Kurogane's grin hardened and crystalized at the sight of his new opponant, becoming something like diamond. His right hand rested comfortably on Souhi, fingers finding the edge of the plain scabbard that it was held in.

Blood-red eyes flickered over Mugen's form, which caused enough of an impression to warrent a reply. Another step and he could have his sword at this kid's throat, but he could tell just from looking at him that it wouldn't be quite that easy.

"Let's go."

But that wouldn't stop him from doing it.

Mugen unsheathed his sword nonchalantly, letting it's tip clink against the roof. He took no stance, working only the muscles in his face to form a cocky grin.

From the few short seconds their glares met Mugen could tell this Kurogane guy was not to be taken lightly. "Tch," He spat.

With that Mugen brought the fight to his opponent, unleashing a storm of swordplay, footwork, and break dancing.

[ooc: I don't know how well I started the battle, if you think it's too shaky just let me know.]

Kurogane ducked the first blow, but was frowning after the first few seconds: there was no method to this guy's movement, no way to anticipate. Clearly, Kurogane had never seen a break-dancer before.

But he could tell that this kid was enjoying the fight as much as he did, and that was all he was looking for.

One wrist blocked a kick to the head, and instead of pushing it away Kurogane wrapped his fingers around the ankle and pulled, his other hand simultaniously pulling his sword out for a cut to the chest.

[OOC: Ahahahaaaa... I gave up a long time ago on writing fighting scenes, so I'm not one to be looking for criticism from. ^^;]

Like the start of many battles of his past, Mugen was not surprised to see his fighting style confuse and surprise his opponent. Of course, he knew better than to get cocky because of this.

Mugen actually cracked a smile as he felt Kurogane's fingers clutch his ankle. This wasn't going to be easy, but it was going to be fun.

His free hand slammed against rooftop, giving Mugen the push he needed to twist his body out of the enemy sword's path. Despite his awkward position Mugen managed to thrust his blade in Kurogane's general direction, lower body already twisting to follow up with a kick.

Kurogane dodged the weak thrust easily, but only had time to jump backwards out of the way of the kick. To think that someone would move into such an awkward position, and yet make a dangerous from there... it was definitely interesting. He should have had this guy teach the kid how to fight.

Kurogane's sword-senseis were rolling in their graves.

Re-settling himself in his usual stance, sword held in two hands and facing his opponant. He was tempted to try out Zenryuu Hiougeki against this guy, to see if he could dodge it, but maybe he'd wait a little while. Just to see how interesting things could get.

More whiffed attacks. It didn't matter much to Mugen. There would be plenty more attacks to give and sooner or later one of them would connect. For a split second he wondered how Jin would handle a guy like this.

Mugen rolled off the ground into a standing position, holding his sword up against his shoulder. He definitely didn't look like he was in the middle of a fight.

"Not bad," Mugen barked, scratching his chin. His sword tapped against his shoulder as he waited for the next attack.

"Not bad," Kurogane agreed, despite being slightly miffed at not being taken seriously. Giving up on the "watch and wait" tactic (which probably wouldn't have lasted much longer anyways, with his temper) he lifted his sword a little higher into the proper stance before pulling back for a heavy swing into empty air.

"Tenma Kuuryuusen!"

The energy pulled through his body and flew out as he slashed. If you looked hard enough and had enough of a romantic eye, it took the form of a dragon made of energy. If you didn't, well, it would still kill you if you gave it a chance.

"Shit!" Mugen barked as he rolled to the edge of the roof, almost sending himself over the edge. Several curse words escaped his mouth as he rose to a standing position. He had almost forgotten he was in a place with people who knew magical skills. It didn't matter, Mugen didn't need magic to win a fight.

Arms hanging loose at his his side, Mugen threw his body into a dash towards Kurogane. Just as his head would have collided with Kurogane's side he tumbled onto the ground, spinning around on his back, leg's extending to catch a piece of his opponent.

The attack had flown off the roof, crashing into someone's wall, not that Kurogane was paying any attention to it. It took quite a bit of concentration to follow Mugen's movements, and that tiny bit of focus that he had spent on the attack left him open enough to be caught in the side by a flailing foot.

"Oof!"

The wind knocked out of him, he skidding a little ways before bringing his sword up into a defensive position to hold back any second attacks.

Nailed him. Mugen grinned as he slowed his rotation, rolling in the direction of the winded Kurogane.

CLANG!

Had his opponent not been an amateur, Mugen's sword would have connected with flesh instead of steel. He pressed his blade against Kurogane's. There wasn't enough distance to make a safe getaway, or to start up a new attack. Mugen had foolishly brought himself too close for a critical hit.

Swords locked, it was now a test of muscle to see who would gain the upper hand.

Brutal strength was what Kurogane was good at. Although he was also lauded as his hime-sama's General and assassin, he liked nothing better than a straight out fight like this one.

Shifting his grip slightly on souhi's pummel, Kurogane pressed back hard against the heavier sword of Mugen and contemplated the chances of him getting off another attack before being attacked again.

Well, it was worth a try. He had only taken on hit so far, anyways, and although the kick was formidable it hadn't broken any ribs. It would just leave a nasty bruise.

Shoving Mugen back with a huge push, he gathered the energy in his sword once again and lashed out.

"Hama Ryuuoujin!"

[Incomplete] Souhi vs. Mugen's Sword

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