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Aw, just a graze? He had good reflexes. But so did she. Hitomi ducked under his punch but noted the force behind it. His right arm came next, but not a fist. His palm? He was clearly a physical fighter. Would he use only his body, or did he have a weapon stashed somewhere? Maybe a sword? What other tricks would he reveal outside of his fists, she wondered.

Her left foot sunk hard into the snow as she side-stepped his incoming palm strike. It missed her but the rush of air didn't. And his build told her that getting struck even once would probably reel her back pretty good.

The woman stepped back a few paces, maintaining a distance just beyond what she assumed he could reach with just a swing or kick. "Scary," she remarked, her voice oozing feigned concern. She wasn't actually worried. Excited, though? Definitely.

It would be interesting if he managed to hit her. Fighting through pain without so much as a wince would give her the perfect opportunity to show him the advantages to serving one as wonderful as Jashin. "You know, I usually get someone's name before my blade tastes them," she said sweetly. "Or would you prefer to be an anonymous wreck?"

She wouldn't charge back in just yet, waiting to try to parry what he'd try next. She was still playing. Ending things too quickly was no fun at all.

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- Death Prevention
- Basic Anatomy Knowledge
- Purrfect Persuasion
- Blazing Beauty
- Special Eyes

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[Keihō, Gaoh]

His breath clouded in front of him - a machine spewing steam. His hits had found no purchase, limbs striking little but air as his feet had crunched through the entirety of the snow. His movement was restricted; he only had up to go from here.

"Name t'is, name dat." his eyes turning to hers, locking as he pushed himself further against the incoming draft of snow, standing well over ankle high.

"Holy names l'mine don't belong in yer mout'." his teeth would show, a wild smile as arms formed, drawing across his sides to pray. The snow would almost quiver aside it, dancing around his movement like feathers to a wing. "An' I won'need anytin' fer yer gravestone. T'scythes'll do it."

From his position, moving wasn't in his interest, but the lack of range sat poorly with him. Blood tricked down his arm underneath his coat, pooling underneath the jacket at his elbow. Damn, cut's deeper'n I thought. Yet his gaze still locked with hers, bated breath as he - for once in his life - attempted to think.

Snow means'a can't charge t'well. She's faster'n me, fer sure. So, what I gotta do is... His smile widened, his left leg kicking upwards into the snow, drawing the pile into a massive screen in front of him. Yet, his position would not shift, his ears holding out for full focus.

Lie.

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Enhanced Hearing: A quality seemingly born from his time in the wilds, Gaoh has a shocking sense of hearing. From the quietest of insects, to the unsheathing of a blade - if he focuses, he can hear through the noise of intense battle. Unfortunately, several shinobi are trained to move as silently as possible; a near direct counter to this 'gift' of his. While it prevents him, for the most part, to avoid stealth attacks - these few are a "pain in my ass".

Embodying Prayer: As a follower of Kimyōna Shinsei, Gaoh has the ability to pray to draw upon further power from Nageku. By doing so, his next used technique increases in power and speed, rising as if it were an entire rank above itself, capping at S-Rank. In general, this can result in terrifying boosts of power; a sword strike that used to be able to cut through stone now capable of piercing metal. However, the motion does create a window of opportunity for someone to retaliate.

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His name was holy? Was he joking? But if he wasn't...

That was just wonderful! To claim his name was divine meant he was religious. And whatever his religion was, she was going to prove it inferior to hers. She would paint him red. The prettiest, loveliest red.

A twisted smile contorted the woman's face when he mentioned leaving her sickles upon her gravestone, as if it was within the realm of possibility that she'd be getting one. "Didn't I tell you already that death is not on my agenda?" She couldn't have made herself any more clear, but maybe he was the sort that needed to see to believe. And see he would.

Hitomi stepped back as the man kicked up snow, the mass of white clouding the space between them briefly and dissipating on the breeze to the east. Was he trying to obscure her sight? Distract her from noticing his preparation for something? Some technique? Red eyes stayed locked ahead, watching and waiting for him as she began to slowly strafe left around where he stood, meanwhile twirling one sickle via the strap looped around her index finger.

"You can call me Hitomi, if you want," she told him, tacking on a short, joyful hum to her introduction. She was alight with energy, just waiting to pounce, intrigued by whatever it was he was psyching himself up for over there.

"Are you going to come to me, holy man, or should I meet you halfway?" It was not in her strategy to hide. Stealth was shameful upon herself and upon her gifts. Whatever he threw her way, she'd greet it head on.

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- Death Prevention
- Basic Anatomy Knowledge
- Purrfect Persuasion
- Blazing Beauty
- Special Eyes

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[Keihō, Gaoh]

S'wah happens when ya try't think. Gaoh's vague sense of tactics had failed him - spectacularly, even. A faint that wasn't even recognized, as the woman lazily continued to circle him.

Her name didn't matter to the man, his gaze trailing her weapons, an internal sigh as he began to move. His legs would plow through the snow in an instant, arms dropping from their symbol of prayer as fists curled against his sides.

N'more bullshi'. Push'er int'a corner, one blow'sall ya need.

Snow flew around the man, his path somewhat cleared by his kick. His arms would strike forward like twin cannons as he neared the woman, the damage he'd deal by landing the attack nigh insurmountable. His eyes still stuck glued to her weapons, anticipating some kind of counter attack.

His movement was straightforward - being countered was the kind of thing he was used to. She wouldn't get an answer in words, but his actions were shouting at the woman: I want you dead.

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Enhanced Hearing: A quality seemingly born from his time in the wilds, Gaoh has a shocking sense of hearing. From the quietest of insects, to the unsheathing of a blade - if he focuses, he can hear through the noise of intense battle. Unfortunately, several shinobi are trained to move as silently as possible; a near direct counter to this 'gift' of his. While it prevents him, for the most part, to avoid stealth attacks - these few are a "pain in my ass".

Embodying Prayer: As a follower of Kimyōna Shinsei, Gaoh has the ability to pray to draw upon further power from Nageku. By doing so, his next used technique increases in power and speed, rising as if it were an entire rank above itself, capping at S-Rank. In general, this can result in terrifying boosts of power; a sword strike that used to be able to cut through stone now capable of piercing metal. However, the motion does create a window of opportunity for someone to retaliate.

Thunderous Strength: His body being honed by years of rigorous, and painful, training; Gaoh embodies a terrifying physical strength. His blows are capable of crushing stone, and he can even lift massive obstructions with one arm. As some amount of recompense, his dexterity is generally more lax, although getting hit by the man will more than often result in serious injury.

NAME: Keimou Funsai Ouda [Enlightened Demolishing Strike]
RANK: A S
STAMINA: High
CLASSIFICATION: Taijutsu
DESCRIPTION: The user forms two fists and steps forward towards their opponent. By gathering all of their strength into their arms, they launch their fists forward with all their might, momentum and weight. The force of the blow is said to be able to rip a tree from the forest of death straight from the ground and into several other trees. The power of the technique is released all at once upon impact which creates a blow devastating enough to put a person into shock almost immediately while rupturing their internal organs if they were to suffer a direct hit, resulting in an almost fatal or completely fatal blow.

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Hitomi was a little bit disappointed. This man was all action and no words. He didn't even grace her with his name. No response to her little taunt, either. Just a charge in her direction with both fists gunning for her. Body language was loud in any fight, though, and his was absolutely blaring.

The woman's keen eyes took him in, absorbed every fine detail in the way he moved. And when he got close enough to hit her comfortably, she leaped upward, sailing straight over the forward path of his twin punches. The only issue with pouring so much speed into the jump to ensure she fully cleared his range, though, was that she didn't have the right leverage to maneuver a counter while in the air. Instead, she flew over him and landed behind him, several yards away, her feet sinking plush into the snow. The woman spun around and was already twirling one of her sickles around its loop again.

"Oooh, gosh, so close," she sang, her tone equally mocking and enthusiastic. "Is that your game? A rush of power? Your speed's a little lacking." Hitomi would make her own strike, allowing the man a breath to regain his footing but no more than that. She didn't like the idea of attacking him at his six before he'd ended his dramatically potent charge forward. Her attack came as a rush to his left side, a quick zig-zag through the snow bringing her close enough to bring her sickles together--both heaved inward at once mid-step to converge in a scissor motion against his upper right arm--before dashing off again. Provided he didn't stop her movement completely, she'd attempt the same to his other arm before moving away again. It was really a matter of if he could contend with her speed. He would notice that her cuts, if they hit, weren't crippling. They had just enough force to make him bleed but not sever enough tissue to render his limbs useless.

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- Death Prevention
- Basic Anatomy Knowledge
- Purrfect Persuasion
- Blazing Beauty
- Special Eyes

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[Keihō, Gaoh]

Her words didn't particularly register with the man. T'ey always lov' prancin'.

She had effectively dodged his attack, jumping over and behind him with what he could only assume was a showy mess. His left leg dug into the earth, slamming his momentum down as he exhaled, immediately turning his body with enormous torque.

The earth dug up underneath him, underneath the snow; a massive flurry of substance spinning around him as he charged again. This time, aiming at the rapidly positioning woman. Gaoh wasn't one who needed to catch his breath.

His weight lowered as he charged forward, attacking at the same time Hitomi lashed out. His feet, with no more snow to crush underfoot, slammed the boulder of a man forward with shoulder raised. Her scythes - sickles, or whatever they might be - cut against Gaoh's coat, leaving long gashes in the material as the gap between them closed ever further. With blood peeking from underneath, it was hard to tell for either party how deep the cuts had managed.

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Enhanced Hearing: A quality seemingly born from his time in the wilds, Gaoh has a shocking sense of hearing. From the quietest of insects, to the unsheathing of a blade - if he focuses, he can hear through the noise of intense battle. Unfortunately, several shinobi are trained to move as silently as possible; a near direct counter to this 'gift' of his. While it prevents him, for the most part, to avoid stealth attacks - these few are a "pain in my ass".

Thunderous Strength: His body being honed by years of rigorous, and painful, training; Gaoh embodies a terrifying physical strength. His blows are capable of crushing stone, and he can even lift massive obstructions with one arm. As some amount of recompense, his dexterity is generally more lax, although getting hit by the man will more than often result in serious injury.

Will of the Divine: As a follower of Kimyōna Shinsei, Gaoh's endurance and stamina are on another level compared to those around him. Capable of staying up for days on end with next to no food or water, he can fight for a surprising amount of time before he begins to cry blood. Even in the tearful state, he can last a surprising amount of time before facing the exceptional consequences. If used in exceptional repetition or perpetuity, he will, nonetheless, find himself at death's door.

NAME: Keimou Ranningu Ouda [Enlightened Running Strike]
RANK: B
STAMINA: Medium
CLASSIFICATION: Taijutsu
ELEMENT: None
DESCRIPTION: The user runs at their opponent and shoulder tackles them with the full weight and force of their body. The force of the blow is concentrated into the shoulder and released upon impact. The user, upon impact will immediately stop their body which will allow the force of the blow to hit the singularity of the attack instantly, creating a shotgun like effect. The force of the blow will very quickly spread through the targets body and carry them backwards several dozens of feet. The downside is because they focus all their weight into the single blow, a miss will through them off balance.

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Well her cuts connected--not well enough though. It was messy. Her aim was right but his movement cut her off from making real work of his arm like she wanted. She might have tried again but his charge made that impossible. She had just enough time to cut him before he got too close for comfort and she side-stepped his shoulder. It was close enough for her to feel the wake of air in his charge, though. He might not have had her speed, but he also didn't seem to need any sort of pause in his strategy, going from one movement right into the next. His blows were slow but she knew power when she saw it. Dodging his shoulder was a small blessing.

The woman would attempt to step around him, then back the way she came, then move in a full circle, aiming to confuse him in the black and red blur he'd likely see dancing in random directions about his figure. She'd try to dash in at his six, then, aiming a harsh cut to both sides of his neck from behind before attempting to slip away again. The cuts weren't fatal--unless he spun completely around and had the horrible luck of taking a blade to the wrong spot--but they'd definitely bleed quite a bit initially if they hit. She didn't want to kill him right away. But making him bleed with smaller injuries one after another would eventually make him dizzy, less prone to fighting back with all of the vigor he currently had.

Were there more involved techniques she could be using? Yes. But she was still playing. Still feeling him out. Hitomi didn't enjoy showing her whole hand at once.

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- Death Prevention
- Basic Anatomy Knowledge
- Purrfect Persuasion
- Blazing Beauty
- Special Eyes

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[Keihō, Gaoh]

Her movements continued to evade him, keeping Gaoh slightly away from connecting. The crunch of snow underfoot rocketed around his skull, the kiss of steel against his shoulder faint. Shallow, barely more than a nick.

Don’ sit still, huh?

The woman moved away from him, seeming to circle around. Snow wasn’t muffling noise any more for the man; the only noise fighting against him being the thump of his heart. Strength pooled into his legs, toes pushing into the dirt as he listened.

The faint rush of air, footsteps. Breathing erratic, almost excited. She’s enjoyin’ t’is, too. A smile continually widening, scars stretching his visage. Ears tuning against the sounds of nature as the whistle of metal filled the air. Faint to anyone else, but more than enough for him.

He had more or less figured out how the woman was attacking him. Retreat, find a blindspot, attack while out of reach. Hid’n seek bullshi’.

The idea was simple - if he couldn’t get in range of her, she’d get in range of him.

Arms darted up from his sides, grabbing at the approaching blades and their handles. Blood would pulse from his palms if successful, his herculean strength biting into the metal. Muscle would strain as he pushed further into the earth, pulling on scythes in a singular, heavy motion. He didn’t know if it’d disarm the woman, fling her over him, or whatever else might happen. The one thing he was sure of - Le’s even t’is up.

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Enhanced Hearing: A quality seemingly born from his time in the wilds, Gaoh has a shocking sense of hearing. From the quietest of insects, to the unsheathing of a blade - if he focuses, he can hear through the noise of intense battle. Unfortunately, several shinobi are trained to move as silently as possible; a near direct counter to this 'gift' of his. While it prevents him, for the most part, to avoid stealth attacks - these few are a "pain in my ass".

Thunderous Strength: His body being honed by years of rigorous, and painful, training; Gaoh embodies a terrifying physical strength. His blows are capable of crushing stone, and he can even lift massive obstructions with one arm. As some amount of recompense, his dexterity is generally more lax, although getting hit by the man will more than often result in serious injury.

Will of the Divine: As a follower of Kimyōna Shinsei, Gaoh's endurance and stamina are on another level compared to those around him. Capable of staying up for days on end with next to no food or water, he can fight for a surprising amount of time before he begins to cry blood. Even in the tearful state, he can last a surprising amount of time before facing the exceptional consequences. If used in exceptional repetition or perpetuity, he will, nonetheless, find himself at death's door.

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Hitomi was almost sure that he wouldn't be able to react in time. She was so quick and he was so large, and speed against mere strength typically ended with her on top. And with how sharp her sickles were, only a fool would knowingly let them bite. A fool or a crazy person.

The holy man spun to meet her, and where she had thought, as her blades swung out to converge upon his neck, that he would brush the attack away or simply dodge, he...didn't. No, he grounded himself and reached for both weapons to stop her.

Was he trying to get his hands chopped off!? Who willingly grabbed at the edge of not one blade but two?? It was insane and irrational--but so insanely and irrationally bold. It was something Hitomi would've done herself, actually, because she didn't have the burden of feeling pain. Average people, though, weren't that gutsy. But the holy man was.

And she fucking loved it.

Unfortunately, the sickles entrapped by his hands meant her momentum was instantly stopped and she lacked the chance to zip away from him as she'd been doing. A hard pull yanked her light frame like a ragdoll toward him and up through the air. A small cry of surprise rang out from the force of the fling, but being startled didn't completely drown her reflexes. She was mid-flight with her sickles yet digging into his palms when she would attempt to spin her body like a top, wrenching her blades free and making herself a poor target to want to grab as her steel would, hopefully, be spun around her figure. If this worked, she'd be able to safely land a few feet away. If it didn't--if he chose to hang onto her--then he risked getting his hands skewered to unusable ribbons beyond his wrists.

Strong as he was, strength wouldn't protect him from the divine blessing on the woman's weaponry--the sickles sharp enough to cut through most anything with ease, and flesh and bone were no less malleable than butter upon their edge. One of several gifts the Glorious One had bestowed upon her...

Regardless of how exactly she found her footing, Hitomi was quick to voice her amusement with his choice. A joyous giggle sounded past her glossed lips, red eyes locked on him like a cat's on a mouse. "You're a fun one~" she chirped. "Care to try again?" And oh, she so hoped he'd be just as reckless a second time. It wasn't his hands she'd be swinging for next, but his chest and core. Her own movements were getting more daring. She was really getting into things and it had been awfully long since she'd been so intrigued by a potential sacrifice. Was "intrigued" the right word? She wondered...

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- Death Prevention
- Basic Anatomy Knowledge
- Purrfect Persuasion
- Blazing Beauty
- Special Eyes

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Keihō, Gaoh ❤ HEX: #9e52bf ❤ No notes!

[Keihō, Gaoh]

The woman’s words fell on oddly deaf ears, her rag-dolled body stumbling as she attempted to catch her footing. The edges of Gaoh’s hands stung with the feeling of cold, hard steel - blood starting to rivet down his arms. The pain was nothing.

The air crystallized before his breath, a cloud of steam seeming to roll off his body as blood pumped - the sound of his heart reverberating through his skull. The woman would attempt to twirl something with her weapons, only to find a wall of the man’s strength in her way.

His left foot continued. The earth smashing further in as arms strained, the muscle in his back expanding, tightening with the fiber of the soul. If Hitomi didn’t consider letting go of her grip, she would find herself flying through the air, Gaoh’s terrifying visage filling her vision. His right leg rising up to meet her with a singular, deadly front kick.

From the hip to his foot, muscle contracted, drawing force from every inch of his body as it railed forward. Gold seemed to ripple off the man’s skin, mixing with the roiling heat evaporating against the air. If the blow connected, the woman would find herself planted directly in front of him, unmoved.

Her insides, on the other hand - would be obliterated. Breathing, movement - her heartbeat - would all become little more than feeble, if existent at all. The man would attempt to carry his planted foot further, careening against the woman’s body to slam it into the earth. Whether he succeeded from their was its own concern.

”Y’talk t’much.”

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Enhanced Hearing A quality seemingly born from his time in the wilds, Gaoh has a shocking sense of hearing. From the quietest of insects, to the unsheathing of a blade - if he focuses, he can hear through the noise of intense battle. Unfortunately, several shinobi are trained to move as silently as possible; a near direct counter to this 'gift' of his. While it prevents him, for the most part, to avoid stealth attacks - these few are a "pain in my ass".

Thunderous Strength His body being honed by years of rigorous, and painful, training; Gaoh embodies a terrifying physical strength. His blows are capable of crushing stone, and he can even lift massive obstructions with one arm. As some amount of recompense, his dexterity is generally more lax, although getting hit by the man will more than often result in serious injury.

NAME: Kumokuge [Cloud Nine Kick]
RANK: A
STAMINA: High
CLASSIFICATION: Taijutsu
DESCRIPTION: The user concentrates a large amount of their strength and physical energy into this kick or knee strike. Upon the instant the strike lands, the user releases this built up physical energy all at once which will create a shockwave inside the opponent's body. The strike's force is released outwards from one point like a shockwave bouncing inside numerous walls, rather than straight forward which would usually send the opponent flying. The result is the immense power focused on destroying the insides of the opponent by crushing soft organs and muscles. The opponent's body will be heavily damaged but their body won't move even a millimeter from the strike. One could compare it to making a sand bag burst without moving it.

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Her twirl didn't free her blades. What a shame. The holy man was stronger than she'd given him credit for. But stronger was still mortal. Well, to most.

It was because she hadn't let go--and why should she have?--that she found herself drawn back in, a terrible force shattering against her insides. The kick he landed sent her straight down into the earth, snow and frozen dirt flying up around her. The impact was intense--not painful, not to her--but she knew what a fatal blow should have felt like.

The woman did gasp from the strike, though. A reflex, as she was at one point still normal. Hitomi thought that it was probably best to cough or show some image of suffering at the blow, and so that's what she did--the blood that came with the act was its own thing, running from between her lips as false strain and a bit of shock would contort her pretty face.

Yet he still hadn't let go of her sickles. What a persistent bastard. If he'd released them, she might have used the opportunity to try and chop a leg off at the knee. But now? She was pinned literally beneath his foot, her weapons caught, her insides broken to hell, her enemy just looming above her...but there was something else. A flipped switch. A thrill. A burn.

A dozen different options flashed through her mind then. But the choice was clear. She'd be stuck until he let her go. And she'd already tried to pull herself free once--to no avail. She very much doubted she'd he able to wriggle her way out from under him, so she'd go the crafty route. Hitomi had been in these situations before, but she was nothing if not creative.

Tacking on a bit of choked laughter and spitting up more blood, the woman would seem to spasm a bit, and then her red eyes would fall still, her body following suit, hands falling away from her precious blades. It was easy enough to simply not breathe, and her heart, well...that was wrecked and no longer beating. If he checked for signs of life he'd find none. But she was counting on it--that he'd release her, inspect whether or not she was, in fact, still conscious or living. And if he did--if he left himself open, she'd spring on him like a cobra.

Her body was silent, but her mind would plead with him: Get closer. I fucking dare you.

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SAs:
- Death Prevention
- Basic Anatomy Knowledge
- Purrfect Persuasion
- Blazing Beauty
- Special Eyes

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Keihō, Gaoh ❤ HEX: #9e52bf ❤ a dead cat's meow

[Keihō, Gaoh]

Cold air brushed against the man’s neck, steam exhaling from his nose. The weapons he had been clenching into continued to sting, the grip of the woman finally falling as heel ground down - the visceral snap of bone filling his ears.

S'much fer tha'. He wasn't entirely sure - looking back on it - why they had fought. Gut ain't wrong, I guess.

Looming over the assumed corpse, his smile began to fade as he wrestled his leg against the crater he had made of her chest. Her eyes still stood open, unblinking. As his blood settled, his attitude towards their existence only soured. Pulling up and against it, a sudden pop accompanied the movement.

The woman's chest was little more than a dent, seeming to try and pull itself together as his leg was removed. Eyes turned back to the gaping crimson holes that stared at him. A swivel of the waist as his weight pulled off of her, into a stomp. If it connected, the woman's head would be turned into a pile of bone and mush.

Shoul' I dig a grave fer'er?

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Enhanced Hearing A quality seemingly born from his time in the wilds, Gaoh has a shocking sense of hearing. From the quietest of insects, to the unsheathing of a blade - if he focuses, he can hear through the noise of intense battle. Unfortunately, several shinobi are trained to move as silently as possible; a near direct counter to this 'gift' of his. While it prevents him, for the most part, to avoid stealth attacks - these few are a "pain in my ass".

Thunderous Strength His body being honed by years of rigorous, and painful, training; Gaoh embodies a terrifying physical strength. His blows are capable of crushing stone, and he can even lift massive obstructions with one arm. As some amount of recompense, his dexterity is generally more lax, although getting hit by the man will more than often result in serious injury.

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[Kyōdai Jirou]

♔

Frost country wasn't the most favored of countries, but Jirou did enjoy visiting every now and then when he was traveling. His trip to Law Country still had him somewhat rattled, but if anything, the ma was more unhinged than ever. His instinct were sharp, strength flowed through his body as if renewed. Praying usually did that and doing so at the very heart of the religion only boosted it.


Dressed in his trusted jacket and pants paired with a set of sturdy boots, he was making his way through the snow, his footfalls barely above a crunch due the muffling of the snow. As he came through the trees his golden eyes would fall upon quite a scene.

A battle.

Blood spotted the snow, steam rose from their maws, and one face was familiar. Hitomi. With a smile cruising on his lips he crouched silently to observe the spectacle. The dainty girl from the temple was prancing around the larger man. She didn't seem to be doing too well, as the large man planted a foot on her midsection after a short while. Had she attempted to introduce him to The Way and received a bad response? Perhaps.

Jirou licked his lips, his tongue skirting over the sharpened fangs and a finger danced across the hilt of his scythe. He hadn't had a good fight in a while... His eyes narrowed and as the foreigner lifted his leg, Jirou tightened the grip on his scythe, ran down the hill and jumped from where he was. His inhumane strength was enough for him to leap the distance from his small hill and down to where they were. As he fell through the air he'd aim to strike the foreigner with the scythe. The blow coming down in such a way that he'd cleave through the man's midsection if he didn't move. If he did move, then the force of the swing would carry through and Jirou would somersault through the air before landing, one knee in the snow and the scythe outstretched behind him. With a grin and a wild look in his eyes, he stood and turned to look down at Hitomi. 

"... Fuckin' trash..." 

He didn't like seeing his sisters and brothers defeated, but... It meant the man here would most likely be able to provide one hell of a fight. He leveled the other with his golden gaze. 

"I assume her pitch was horrible?"

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Well, things weren't going how she'd expected them to. Hitomi had been hoping he'd move in closer for a final check but apparently just looking at her gave him the proof he needed. If that was the case, why choose to ruin her face? Her beautiful face! She wouldn't let it be crushed--it was half of her appeal!

The downward plunge of his foot would meet with snow if he had the time to land it, the woman rolling on her side and out of the way with a sudden burst of speed. Oh, how she'd wanted to surprise him.

Except another surprise showed up. Jirou? Why was he out here? Pure chance? Had he been following the holy man? And--

Trash?! What the hell was that supposed to mean?!

Hitomi thought to spit something at him but all she got was a throat full of blood. She coughed it out onto the snow and rose to her feet, her movements more jarred than graceful. Her insides were royally wrecked.

Still, a fun turn of events that a fellow brother would come to her aid. Hitomi hadn't felt herself truly cornered beneath the holy man's foot, though it would have been a boon if her plan had worked out accordingly. What a stubborn jackass he was.

"Nice to see you too," she greeted evenly, red eyes falling on the mountainous stranger. "I recommend not taking a direct blow." She twisted her battered torso slightly and felt something snap. Another stream of blood worked out past her lips.

It took some effort to quell her enthusiasm. Of all people to join this little party, it was the Wrath himself. Ooh, she could've just squealed in delight. The holy man was in for a world of shit if he thought fighting them both was going to end any way but badly for him.

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SAs:
- Death Prevention
- Basic Anatomy Knowledge
- Purrfect Persuasion
- Blazing Beauty
- Special Eyes

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Keihō, Gaoh Kyōdai Jirou ❤ HEX: #9e52bf
❤ a challenger joins the fray

[Keihō, Gaoh]

The sound of steel. It cut through the air, whistling with unbridled rage. As it ripped across the sky and down towards the man, his head turned, a side eye briefly acknowledging the incoming man and scythe.

His foot would slam forward, launching him out of the incoming blow with relative ease. It would take a moment for Gaoh to process that he hadn't been met with the distinct, bone crunching mess that he expected. Pulling himself up to his full height, the sycthes that had cut into him would find themselves slammed into the permafrost, blades digging into the dirt.

"Ah, so tha' why'er eyes 'ere weirdin' m'out." His foot met with the metal instruments, making them flush with the soil. "Y'were still alive!" The man's face seemed to change, a wide grin as eyes rimmed with bloodlust, hands vaguely pointing at the two.

It wasn't something that completely surprised the man - but his disposition to it was odd, even for him. "T'ey always tol' tales 'bout stuff like this. Some fuckers runnin' 'round 'out t'decency t'die." His arms waved around his torso, afterimages trailing behind them as they attempted to meet in prayer.

"Gives me some time t'beat your asses in, yeah?"

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Enhanced Hearing A quality seemingly born from his time in the wilds, Gaoh has a shocking sense of hearing. From the quietest of insects, to the unsheathing of a blade - if he focuses, he can hear through the noise of intense battle. Unfortunately, several shinobi are trained to move as silently as possible; a near direct counter to this 'gift' of his. While it prevents him, for the most part, to avoid stealth attacks - these few are a "pain in my ass".

Thunderous Strength His body being honed by years of rigorous, and painful, training; Gaoh embodies a terrifying physical strength. His blows are capable of crushing stone, and he can even lift massive obstructions with one arm. As some amount of recompense, his dexterity is generally more lax, although getting hit by the man will more than often result in serious injury.

(Attempting) Embodying Prayer As a follower of Kimyōna Shinsei, Gaoh has the ability to pray to draw upon further power from Nageku. By doing so, his next used technique increases in power and speed, rising as if it were an entire rank above itself, capping at S-Rank. In general, this can result in terrifying boosts of power; a sword strike that used to be able to cut through stone now capable of piercing metal. The motion does create a window of opportunity for someone to retaliate, however.

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