Wanna be Crazy [Akuma]

A stream of grey smoke left the bounty hunter's mouth as he watched his picture steadily move up the tournament ladder. Thus far, the contestants failed to provide the Gear with any sort of decent challenge, and most of his wins, quite frankly, were rather anti-climactic for the crowd. It was going to be an easy money for him this time around unlike most of the hunts that he would have gone off on. At least, that was what he had thought during the first few rounds until he saw a strange new face who had appeared just before the start of the tournament. Even if the registrations were over, the man seemed to be extremely insistent on testing his skills and when the words didn't go through, he 'forced' his way into it by letting his fists do the talking for him. 

His crimson eyes drifted towards the picture of a burly-looking man with red hair dressed in torn charcoal-black robes. The man's red eyes gave off similar glow like his, and aura that exuded off of him gave the stench of nothing but pure murderous intent at all times even from afar. From what he had seen, the man was far from an ordinary human being capable of dishing out nasty fisticuffs. It was quite obvious that he was a type of person who had exceeded all forms of human limitations, and he used a very strange looking martial art that was unfamiliar to Sol. To him, it looked like a consolidation of old world martial arts from Asia: Kempo, Karate, and Jujitsu. It was a deadly combination which left little to no room for counterattacks and forced his opponents on the defensive with storm of fists and flurry of kicks obviously made to precisely either kill - or cripple them entirely altogether. Even the bounty hunter, with over a century worth of experience in countless battles and wars had a little bit of trouble reading his erratic movements while the matches went on.

While most might have not realize it, it was only the rules of the arena that kept the contestants alive and on their feet. If not, the man might've outright killed them - or worse while they were down. It didn't take experienced fighters to clearly tell what the man's intentions were in the first place ever since the start of his matches. To be honest, Sol felt tad bit sorry for those who encountered the red-haired fighter in a bout. He was no doctor in any way shape or form, but most of the victims who came back from their battles with limbs bent in ways that shouldn't, and the latest one had a portion of his chest caved in.

It was actually a miracle that this one even survived at all, and to think that he was on his way to easy money.  

"What a pain." 

The next match, unfortunately, was him and the man that he had been watching all this time. To think that he may actually have to put some effort into this match only left the bounty hunter tad bit annoyed. With that in mind, the male spat the cancer stick out from his lips and headed towards his side of the corner of the sandy arena as the crowd eagerly watched the crimson-clad hunter's ascent. The man who seemed to be known as 'Akuma' seemed to soon follow suit, and as the two fighters would lock their eyes with one another, Sol slotted his right thumb in his pocket. The Gear then placed himself in a relatively lazy-looking stance, one full of deceptive openings for the other fighter could possibly pick off. 



"Well, let's jus' get this over an' done with." The male declared and tightened the grip around his weapon, "Don't blame me for whatever happens t'ya, ol' man." 

my name is akuma

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None of these fools had any real talent to their names. Many of them barely even had the skill to properly handle their chosen weapon. Time and time again he was forced to pull back on his blows, restrain the killing intent the Satsui no Hado demanded. The deathblows turned into crippling wounds. The strikes meant to instantly incapacitate and debilitate merely into glancing blows. It was all a farce. There were worthy enough foes taking part in this excuse for a tournament, but none of them had ended up in the same bracket as the master of the fist. Many of them were on the opposite side of the entire bracket, he would not contend with them until the finals, if they made it that far.

But there was one that stood out handily.

Seeming to put almost no effort into his own bouts, and looking thoroughly bored with the entire situation. It drew both intense, burning ire and a strange curiosity. To be so at ease and so easily capable of dispatching and contending with his opponents, in such a lackadaisical fashion, he was either blessed with extraordinary capabilities of his own, or had far more skill at his disposal than his lazy demeanor let on.

It made his blod boil.

When it came to the time for his next match, Akuma was somewhat pleased to witness the match would be placing him against the one he'd been watching. Sol Badguy. An odd name; but names were never the measure of a warrior. Only their skills. And as he made his way to the corner of the arena that was his designated starting position, he fixed his eyes firmly on his opponent. The blank, glowing red gaze was impossible to read, not even cracking with an indication he had heard Sol's comment at all, much as it bothered him.

He merely curled his hands into fists, bringing both arms up into his favored neutral posture, squaring his stance with one side turned forward. Equally ready to leap forward or back; to one side or the other. The barest hint of bounce and constant motion evident in his stance. It was going to be time to unleash some of his more typical tactics and tricks. Thus far he had only graced his foes with the most basic applications of the ansatsuken his master had passed down to him, and that he had mastered on his own. The most basic martial arts, fast, furious and difficult to read, but only the barest of basics. The signature techniques of the art had yet to be called into play; the deadliest weapons of body and spirit still sheathed.

But no longer.

Even if only in a farce, as a test, it was time to let the demon out of his cage. To fight seriously, even if still holding back. Test this lazy man to see if the sense of intrigue about him was founded in any sort of truth.

"Spare me your arrogant prattling, lazy fool," he finally growled, his stance tensing as he prepared to launch into his assault. And then both hands flashed to one side, and the flickering glow of purple flame roared to life. "Gohadoken!" And the projectile sprang forth from both hands. Like an arrow shot from a bow the large fireball blazed across the arena toward its mark.

And Akuma was hot on its trail.

Sol Badguy

and so it begins
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Before the match started, Sol studied the man's stance. Unlike his own self-taught style that he had always sported, this 'Akuma' character placed himself a very neutral-looking stance with a slight bounce in his steps, ready to leap forward or back should the situation call for it. It was an excellent posture. It offered plenty of mobility and options for both offense and defense, unlike Sol's unorthodox-looking approach to all the fight he had ever been on. It was careless, unrefined but deceptively full of openings. The bounty hunter wasn't just holding a weapon in his hand as his opponent might've initially thought. The entirety of the ancient Gear's body itself was a walking weapon of mass destruction, but against this type of an opponent, the crimson-clad hunter knew he was going to bring more than just his martial skills to the table. With that thought in mind, Sol steadily released the output of his power little by little, and a gong's annoyingly loud chime from not-so-far off distance to kick off the two fighter's spirits into battle.

"Spare me your arrogant prattling, lazy fool," The man suddenly growled.

There was little need for words at this point. With what sounded like a vexed grunt, Sol took the initiative to step forward and close the distance between them with casual strides. Akuma, however, wasted little time to quickly follow up with an attack. This time around, the man showed a side which the bounty hunter had never seen before. Was that Ki he was seeing? No - Magic?

Sol couldn't exactly tell exactly what he was using against him, but the stance itself was quite clear as to what he was going to do with it. The Gear's eyes narrowed at the sudden spike of power coming from the man, and as a globe purple flames violently gathered and formed into the shape his opponent's hands had desired, Sol put himself to a brief stop in his tracks. With a sudden angry roar, the violet inferno shot itself like a bullet out of the man's hands. It was fast. Much faster than what normal man's eyes could possibly perceive, but this was all just a distraction for a much bigger ploy. 

However, Sol was no ordinary man to be fooled by such tricks. 

As the purple flames closed in on him, the bounty hunter lazily shifted his weight forward and lowered his body as if he were about the jump. With narrowing of his crimson eyes, the Gear unexpectely propelled himself DIRECTLY towards the direction of Akuma's assault with raging flames of his own at inhuman speeds at reckless abandon. At least - that's what it seemed like initially. 



"GRAND VIPER!"

The belligerent inferno consumed Sol's entire body as soon as he lowered his body to the ground. The trail of violent flames spun and surrounded the bounty hunter as purple flames from Akuma's attack just barely brushed and danced past his head. Should this attack connect, the opposing fighter would be pushed backwards and be met with an uppercut that would send him flying through the air. 

my name is akuma

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To say that he was caught completely off-guard would be a minor stretching of the truth, but he was not prepared for the sudden lunge the bounty hunter put forth, crashing directly through the initial strike of the Great Surge Fist. One eyebrow curled upward, his expression adopting a confused, quizzical cast as he broke off his charge to meet his foe, taking half a step back.

The logical course would have been to avoid the blow entirely, rendering it wholly ineffective. Make the expenditure of energy pointless and leave his foe open to counterattack while they regained their wits from such a foolhardy charge.

Akuma did neither.

Clenching both fists, he brought them to his sides, adopting a broad, wide-open stance, exposing his chest — a warrior's mark of pride, and a significantly deadly target to leave open to attack — a cruel grin spreading over his face. He seemed to deliberately leave himself wide open for the attack. And as the flames blazing around Sol's body just began to touch him, he moved with all the speed of a striking cobra.

One open palm flew up with impossible speed, catching Sol's chin and shoving him aside, diverting the course of his reckless charge just so, sending it skirting by and just grazing Akuma's side — still producing blistering pain that he would have to remember — and his opposite arm came up in an equally swift motion, sinister-looking black flames erupting over his forearm as it came. "GOSHORYUKEN!"

The Ultimate Throw. The perfect counter attack, by all common measures.

The blow would be sufficient to instantly end the fight against any normal man, leaving them barely clinging to life. Against a foe of the caliber Akuma expected this deceptively capable lazy man to be, it just might prove to be a painful blow. Only how he reacted to it would tell.

Sol Badguy

off to a great start here!
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"Tch...."

Sol clicked his tongue when Akuma moved with a surprising speed for a man of his age. It was not to say it was unexpected, but the fact that he had made a slight miscalculation in his Grand Viper cost him a decisive blow that would've left his opponent for more attacks while in the air. Unable to react in the sort of position that he had placed himself in, the bounty hunter couldn't do anything other than to brace himself for the incoming attack. As his opponent's fist slammed itself onto his chin like a terrible sledgehammer.

As the Gear's vision momentarily whitened, he felt his body being flung through the weightlessness. The punch blistered his chin, he could feel the violet flames' effects against him. It was unbearably hot. If it were any other normal men, then they would've blacked out as soon as the punch had landed on them BEFORE they could even feel the fire. 

Still, the punch struck familiar to Sol. It took him back to the days when he had fought against Slayer back in the days.

The reminder made the ancient Gear crack a brief sneer throughout his ever-so-stoic features. That old man who claimed the title of the 'strongest'.... Now that he thought about it, he never really managed to take that title away from him, now did he? To think that this old man managed to draw out something from him made it even more annoying. 

And at that moment, his crimson eyes flashed. Sol looked down upon Akuma, who was still yet in mid-flight from his counterattack. Once more, Sol pumped magic throughout his body, and sent himself instantly crashing towards the other fighter with a flaming kick like a meteor. The real damage itself wouldn't just come from the kick, but from a massive, infernal explosion that would soon follow when the two fighters hit the ground. The Gear wasn't done with his assault yet, far from it.

He was just getting started.



"GUNFLAME!"

The bounty hunter rammed the tip of his weapon through the ground. The earth shook and groaned, and from her womb, hades itself made manifest onto the earth. Red hot flames burst out of the ground, and roared, all intent on consuming Akuma within its hellish fangs like a hungered beast.