Excited by the fight and the adrenaline coursing inside her she was almost overwhelmed with her senses on point. A spar, training, movement, that is what she breathed for. This was an opportunity to make her stronger and she was going to take it. Her opponent was a swordsman, taller than her, and more than likely heavier - normal observation. He was ten meters at first from her, his back to the lake that would prove useful if needed later. She laughed at his expectation. Don’t kill each other, course not! Don’t hold back? Easy. She never held back. Hurt each other, definitely. It was all a part of the game. No pain, no gain, right? “Hold back? Never, that would be rude.”
she teased. Her blood pounded in her veins, her heart was in her throat and all her senses on edge. The adrenaline was almost ecstasy. He pulled his sword out as expected. She was glad he did. She wanted to see it. It was exquisite. Little longer than two feet and it looked fierce and a dark red suited for battle. Meiyo felt a chilling wave of both fear and breathtaking enticement when gazing upon it. The blade was almost mesmerizing even as she had no intention of mastering weapons beyond the standard. She, beyond her shinobi profession, could appreciate its beauty as an artist. He moved the sword out and then close to his body. He was ready and he was coming for her. She settled into her stance with a smile. She could take him. She just had to be quicker. With a deep breath, she cleared her mind and let her body do the work. You know what to do. Just believe in yourself.
she thought to herself. With a nod at the ready to him, he was off. In half a second he was within a meter’s range in the same Ko Gasumi stance. The one advantage she had of this would be gone if she couldn’t react quick enough.
But the burst of speed would be a problem. His body was moving so quickly it was almost too fast to perceive, but her reaction time could play a difference as his swing was at a speed rate she recognized in herself. Within a meter away with a blade and arm length that made a difference of over that meter distance, he was after her right leg first. And she was exposed. Why’d she worn her shortest black shorts today? She didn’t have but a half second to react and the only thing her body could think to do was a jump.The sword would still be able to reach her as it swung down, it’s length was definitely long enough. So she jumped with everything she had backward evading his second swing for injury, but his first caught her leg and the second caught the ends of her hair. She didn’t react to the injury or the hair, however. She was on an adrenaline rush and nothing was going to stop her from fighting her hardest.
Evading the second swing backflipping, a handful of three inches of rainbow hair and a streak of blood falling through the air, she hit the ground in a crouch on her feet. She immediately pushed off with two fists angled upward and her right knee angled for a three for one strike. One fist was to block an incoming arm swinging the blade if this fist didn’t also connect, the other fist to strike the neck directly and her knee to catch him in the stomach. She shot in with her head low and arms fully extended towards the larynx of his neck. It doesn’t take a lot of force to injure this and it could make it hard to breathe even when bruised lightly. Given he had swung horizontally outward with both hands on the sword, he had exposed his body briefly and matched in speed, he could pull the sword down or swing back horizontally again. This put her in an awkward position, but given her strength she may have the slightest upper hand to make contact before he could bring the sword back all the way, keeping herself in the small pocket between his head and the comeback. The blade itself was strong enough that if he did swing towards her, he could cut her arms but from the length of the sword there was the potential of cutting himself too if the swing back carried too much force. This was a heavy risk to her. If she was successful he would be knocked back, possibly having a hard time breathing, and lightly bruised for the smallest hesitation in which she’d aim to strike again. She would shift her body to balance on her left leg, turning her hips and use her injured right leg to bring a kick with the hard part of her shin into his side, possibly knocking him again and or bruising his side hopefully before he brought his raised arm down. Her body would be fully extended in a horizontal angle with her left foot on the ground to pull maximum strength in her kick. Her leg may be injured, and it hurt like hell burst open, but the hard part of the shin connecting to tissue could still be useful. If his arm had managed to come down to defend himself, she’d still bruise that.
Blood leaking from her wound splashed on the ground with the cut hair ends. Quickly she pulled back her leg and turned to hop backward away from him, getting some distance about a collected hopping of another ten meters if he allowed with a series of no-handed, awkward one footed backflips. The pain was settling in quickly and affecting her concentration a tad bit at every jostle her body took. She grit her teeth smiled devilishly and folded her hands through a set of hand signs to bring about a more defensive jutsu she had available quickly before he either had the time to recuperate or the time to react. Breathing out air into her hand she formed an orb of wind, prepared to throw it at him if he made a move.
If given the opportunity she grabbed the hem of her shirt and tore a strip to tie across her wound with a free hand. It was an inch and a half deep and two inches long at a slight angle just above her knee. She was lucky it was a flesh wound and he hadn’t sliced her whole leg off or important tendons. But it still hurt and she still was wounded that it would become difficult to run. Her evasive maneuvers were going to be entirely based on her left leg now if not her hands and head if needed, save she wasn’t willing to fight through the pain and wound herself more. But for the fight to be fought, Meiyo was a force willing to sacrifice anything. She kept in mind he wasn’t an enemy and this was just a spar. So hand and hand she was willing to keep fighting just to prove herself as a respectable and willing warrior and hoped this came across. She wanted to make friends and the only way she knew how was through friendly socializing and aggressive fighting techniques.
(D-0) +1 Taijutsu STR, TAI SpecilizationSpeed
(D-0)+1 Stamina SCPerception
Name: Wind Release: Spiralling Wind Ball (Fūton: Rasen Fuusen ~ 風遁・ラセン風玉)
Range: 25 metres
Duration: 1 post
Cooldown: 4 posts
Description: This technique allows the user to breathe wind-infused chakra into the palm of their hand, shaping it into a small, whirlwind-like sphere. Then the user will shoot it at their opponent. This technique is very fast and powerful, travelling at 15 m/s in the direction it is shot at. A direct blow to the head will cause a Grade 1 concussion and daze the victim, reducing their movement speed by one rank tier for 2 posts. Impact with other sections of the body can cause major external bruising, as well as shredding the skin of the affected surface, coating it with countless tiny, 1/2 inch deep cuts. Upon activation, only a single sphere is made. Additional spheres can be made at a cost of -5 chakra each, with a maximum of two additional spheres. Each sphere must be breathed into the palm of the user's hand and then tossed. However, additional spheres are only at half power, and must both be used in order to achieve the same effects as the first sphere.