Closed Cutting down to size. ( Seng )

[Ximal]

XI was stronger...and he knew it he could feel it from teh simple way he'd over powered him and taken control of the other man's arm. Xi relaxed his hands and let his opponent's arm slide free. He wanted to now grind a point in, a point that would not soon be forgotten. Xi watched the figure move though in a way akin to the way that gregor had caught him Xi tumbled to the side quickly using his massive speed advantage yet again. he watched the kick at his leg skid into the ground and watched it rear back to try and catch him again. Xi slid around to the opposite side and just watched the slow kick push air. This man was by far too slow to pose any challenge. Even gregor had been fasted with his speed sliced in half. And his power had been earth shattering. Xi needed someone that drew out that feeling he'd discovered down in the depths of the aperture, he needed to be brought back to life. Though still this man looked to move in a slow motion before Xi, even as he came around with what would have been a vicious punch Xi just watched it skim past and skate across blowing air into his hood. Xi pulled down a slow breath as the ban followed through dropping down into a shoulder thrusting attack tom train and catch Xi in the chest. Xi side stepped that yet again, for no reason other than the man before him for all his height was slow. He probably carried a good deal of power but he held no speed, and without speed a battle was lost before it even began. Xi witnessed the man then try one final gambit to knock Xi over before retreating back a distance. Xi just took a half step back and watched the kick fall short of his chest. Xi shook his head and closed his eyes for a second. Using the time the man before him was massaging his shoulder to think things through. I could end this now...One blow...but...Is that right ? Is that the right way to go about things...Do i nd this now with but a single punch and call it a done fight, or do i allow the flow to last longer before finally ending it, and let myself try and recapture that feeling of being alive? In the end, he decided he would test himself to see just how much he could dodge, just how long he could operate at his peak and just how long he could go without landing a blow that would decimate his foe. Xi flexed his fingers and opened his closed eyes before, drinking down another slow breath. The one to fill out the devilish darkness...Holy black...Rapid fire. Xi tightened his right hand's knuckles before swinging his foot into his opponent's space and now he'd unleash the full speed. Xi held his arm level with his waist before snapping it out with a rotating punch almost faster than the naked eye could see, his arm becoming almost a literal blur. One punch to the stomach, one to the right shoulder, one to the left, right hip, left hip, sternum. Then as he pulled back his punch from his right's onslaught he lowered his left hand into position and began to step in further into his opponent's space. The daggers of an angry rain...Arrow Black. Xi then twisted his body at full non flux empowered rotational speed, pushing out his left fist hard and fast just as fast as his right arm, and like the rotational snapping impacts he brought his hand closer and then almost at impact rotated the fist a full one-hundred and eighty degrees. Amplifying the impact force by a factor of two. The blow connected with the taller man's stomach as Xi them pressed off of his legs and spring stepped back to create some ground between them his arms lowering and hiding behind his cloak once more as he watched the blows he'd unleashed take their hold upon the man before him. Xi hadn't thrown punches at full power but at full speed at the cost of a third of his bone snapping impact force he'd raised the speed of his punches by double.

[Senghor Vilhjalmr]

To Senghor, the fight was slowly becoming grating, for each swaying punch the male would move aside and peak at the rage of his.

"You're an itch" he murmured below his breath as he raised his arms and locked them together, raising them to meet his eye length, he tightened his abdomen muscles and felt the impacts of the males blows, he seemed to chuckle subconsciously because the male was abusing his speed impetuously.

As the throes of battle sat about and Senghor felt it linger in the air he spat out the collected blood his body harboured towards the face of the man, his mind began racking its options, knowingly seeing that the opponent before it was experienced in battle.

Bars and brothels held a seductive beauty with their brawls, and Vilhjalmr knew it all to well, he'd seen it all before yet in a actual fight with a sober opponent it was all the better, it caused his determination, drive and most prominent of abilities to awaken, his rage churned and bellowed, it danced and swayed in its cage.

'Tough...' the desert skinned man thought as he ran the back of his palm along his lower lip and swept away the crimson tide. As the man stepped back, a devious smirk etched itself on the lips of Senghor as his eyes shifted along the narrow walls of the warfields, he knew that in all aspects of a fight, there was always one who'd win, yet a victor wasn't determined by how many trophies he or she wielded, it was determined by how well that person done even in the face of defeat, he remembered that clearly for his father had taught him well enough, better than any master or teacher because he always spoke his mind and let his heart command his body to fight the inevitable.

A euphoric feeling of battle lust washed over the desert skinned man as he brought his feet forward, and in a short time met the male with a outstretched kick to the abdomen, as he brought down his leg onto the chest on the man his body leaned forward and he placed his arms together, tightening them into one clenched fist which he raised over his head.

Bringing down the heavy palms like a sluggish club he crushed the males skull with a anvil sized attack, he brought down his hands and raised it up the shrouded figures stomach and connected it with his chin, he wondered if the force of the blow unhinged the man jaws as his head reared back.

Senghor utilized one attack before stepping back, his foot connected with the man's chest and opened some space between them. He seemed to think what'd happened whence the blow to the skull and to the chin did to the cloaked figure as he watched him stagger back in confusion.

[Ximal]

OOCBy the by my technique forest green has a nasty little surprise. (Bonus effect by striking the heart this attack can paralyse the opponent's body for a full ten seconds when it connects.) Don't believe me ? I have the lore and the technique on my CS as well as the thread where i acquired it. Xi felt his bows connect with the "akalak" before him and then...Nothing, he didn't fall, these had been bows that had fell men as strong as Xi himself. and this person just took seven of them, albeit with a third less power for six but the seventh had been at full power and speed. Xi now was a little confused as well as a little shocked. Either his fists were losing their power or this man was as dense as gregor had been. Xi shook his head. That wasn't possible gregor had been a protohuman and even than Xi held a speed advantage and eventually his hits had shown up and done damage, so what in the ever loving petch was happening.Xi stepped back and created some distance between the two of them enough to see a gap opening up between them and see an over sized yet slow leg and boot coming up to meet him. But no it was another stomping kick with too much exaggerated motion, Xi curled around to the side and back further opening up the gap between them more as the kick sailed past. Why didn't he fall? Why did he not fall?! Xi now began to burn with an increased anger, what kept this man standing when so-many others had fallen to the same blows... Xi pulled back and kept his eye's locked onto his target watching for motion which again came exaggerated and telegraphed as well as slow. that missed him completely as Xi kept moving back and creating distance to see what exactly was happening. But as he did a kick came out of nowhere and took him off gourd, Xi knew he couldn't get out of the way in time and so instead chose to block it. Twisting his upper body be brought his elbow down onto the now rising shin. this would probably end sorely for both him and the other man but it was the only way Xi could think to stop the leg now streaming at him. There was an impact and Xi launched back but not without doing some damage of his own. Xi move his arm and his elbow felt slightly sore but he'd hit people with it far worse. Xi now et his anger wash off of him like a blaze, a thick sensation coating the air like a cloud of dense fiery heat. Though there was nothing there, that what the area now felt like. Xi rolled his fingers into fists and came closer abusing his speed again but this time he would not be going for an easy attack. Xi began a motion and a thought process for one of his deadliest moves, if this didn't stop him then Xi would just do to him what Xi did to gregor and beat the living heck out of him until he stopped moving. The cry of a soul without light...Forest green. Xi closed the gap enough to make sure that this punch would hit because after wards Xi would just make sure that nothing else happened. Xi fell into stance and made sure this worked. He swung his right foot around having his left acting like a pivot, his shoulders turning as well as his abdomen, his body rolling with the punch his hand shot out from beneath like a harpoon the punch came and if it was to connect then Xi would twist his fist at the point of impact magnifying the power of the impact by at least double his normal punching power. If he missed then Xi would fall back on an old friend. Heck he'd fall back on this even if his first attack connected. The ever lasting vitality of life...Evergreen. If the attack missed or connected Xi would step in again and bring his left elbow across to slam into the "akalaks" chest and even if that missed Xi would use that as a distraction to cut out his legs from beneath by re-rotating his body to the right and cutting out the man's legs with a right low kick, to the back of his knees. The i would take a leaping step back and land away from the man just in-case everything missed and even if it all hit just to make sure he could gauge where the next assault came from.