Tourney Arc

[Anonymous]

"You want to learn the secrets of my cursed life?" Olguin said, easily sliding into a low stance. "Fine, be my guest, I'll show you what I showed the others."

"I'll show you that I will never give into my tragic past!" He forcefully said, sparks of pure chi briefly crackling over his form.

[Dracos]

"Thank you."

The warrior bowed, and disappeared.

A fist shot out at the back of Olguin's head.

Fearless Leader
Short beginning tempo

[Anonymous]

Danger sense flaring in response to the attack, Olguin ducked to avoid the attack...

Suddenly pivoting, he launched a barrage of punches against his opponent.

[Dracos]

OOC: I Have the fire..... BURN FOX BURN!

IC:

Shadow flexed down.  The punches missing by inches as inhuman speed met trained reactions.  "Your path is blurred."

The shorter fighter disappeared into the ground before Olguin's eyes.

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[Anonymous]

Dashing forwards, Olguin suddenly came to rest near the middle of the hotel's roof.

"My path is that of....a defender!" He called out, body held at the ready. A pristine white aura briefly appeared around him, only to be temporarily replaced with his usual amethyst aura.

[Dracos]

OOC: A fatal duel.... A Fantastic Waltz.

IC:

The crescent moon illuminated the rooftop as Olguin stood, sheathed in amythest flames.  A silent martyr before a single judge.

black mist began to rise from in  front of him, congealing in the image of a man.  "A defender must defend something.  There are many tied to your path.  Do you  understand?"

hands appeared as the shadow spun, silver streaks flying in a dizzying pattern towards Olguin as the dark one danced.

Fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

Too many... Olguin thought, seeing the silver streaks rocket towards him. Light of my soul, please... come forth!

The air itself seemingly bended and twisted to the tragic child's Will, gaining an amethyst hue as it suddenly surrounded Olguin in a spherical barrier.

"What can I do to save them!?" He shouted, an agonized tone in his voice.

[Dracos]

OOC: Playing a non-human is so ....eldritch.

IC:

"You waver in doubt...  he who hestitates is doomed to failure."

spinning in elegant grace the shadow creature danced forward, hands becoming immaterial as they shifted into shadowy claws lashing downward as twin blades towards Olguin's head.

Fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

Failure... That one word echoed through Olguin's mind.

"I have to...this is the proof of my own existence...I can't...won't let anyone else be hurt!"

Falling back under the claw strikes, he winced as they ripped through his shirt, scoring a light hit across his skin.

"My power....my life....I've dedicated it to protecting others..."

"World's End!"

Pull in the power of the spirit...

Cross arms across your chest

Muscles tense...

Release...

Now!

Suddenly spreading his arms wide, a wave of amethyst energy suddenly flared out from within Olguin's body...the borders of which were the purest white...

[Dracos]

Fading before the flaring light of purpose, the cold wind borne a query of darkness.  "But you cannot protect everyone.  You cannot save everyone.  Some will always die.  Well cursed child?  Tragic child set adrift on the cruel harsh winds of fate...why do you continue?  Why not follow the spiral unto destruction?"

Fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

Olguin collapsed to his knees, the latest attack having taken a great deal out of physical strength.

You cannot save everyone....

That one phrased echoed in his head, robbing him of spiritual strength, aura guttering out like a candle in the wind.

A deafening silence descended on him as his mind ran in circles, trying...yet failing to figure out a solution.

You cannot save everyone....

Logic could be a cruel mistress sometimes.

What could he do?

Canal

Miyuki

Yui

Father

Mother

Slowly getting to his feet, he stared at his opponent.

"Hope." He softly whispered.

"I cannot save everyone, that much is true, but I certainly can't save even a single individual if I give up now!" He forcefully stated.

"I won't end it...I've made a difference in the world, even if slight, and I WON'T throw it all away to despair!"

[Dracos]

"Hope?"   A dark mist rose again behind Olguin, becoming solid,  the figure's back turned.  "Is this why you continue?  What is this 'hope' anyways?  Show this to me."

Fearless Leader
Artform

[Anonymous]

Olguin turned to face his opponent, a flicker of doubt crossing across his face before his expression firmed.

Moments later, a soft white light flickered around his form. Opening his right hand, a weakly flickering light appeared with a flash of light, banishing the darkness ten feet all around them with its radiance.

"This is the manifestation of hope." He softly intoned. "My hope."

[Dracos]

Mortals...

Their lives pass so swiftly through the tapestry.  They are falling drops of rain into an endless ocean.  At most they cause but a ripple, quickly supressed under the waves of history.  Their dreams are not even their own.  They are mere imagination.  Concepts before the greater ones who dance within the cosmos.

This is the manifestation of hope

Do they even realize what they are.  Here before me lies a tangled web.  A single thread shining white as those around it cling hopelessly to it's path.  Why bother, when the cold darkness of night is so simple to fall within.  To dance within.

My Hope

He's tired.  His mortal form cannot take this 'hope' as he calls it.  Draining his life, a brightly burning candle he dies quickly.  Why not just snuff out his light.  His fist flies at me, too slow.  Graceless human.  A foot spinning in a delicate weave as he moves forward attempting to catch me.  His dance is elegant...

in it's gracelessness.  It's martial form and desperate patterns.  Claw reaches forward and draws the sweet crimson rain as I waltz through him again.  Turning, his eyes meet mine.  Determination fills them.  Does he...

Understand.

To dance with the shadows is to dance reap ones own fate.  To resonate with the universe as the eldritch watch.   The old ones are called by the blessings as the the floor is painted with so few drops of red.  He rises from a crouch, a fiercesome tiger, jaws wide in pain as  he hunts.  As he dances the dance.

"I...see."

Dancing past his blows, I weave, a misty rope of space as I swirl around his  corpereal form.  His spirit moves faster than his fists, an interesting dance alone.  The weaves of fate are now.  He is a nexus.   A point of change upon the stage of the universe.  His cruel fate bears the weight of time upon it.

I stopped, looking down from behind him on the streets below.  My feet wrapped around the stone outcropping, I a gargoyle of olde.

Mortals.  Such fell creatures are these.  So utterly wasteful.  No more than bags of bone and flesh.

is this one any different?  And if so....  why should I care.

"Why should I even care?" softly carried on the night winds.  "Why should I bend to the dance of one who walks in the light?"

Fearless Leader

[Anonymous]

Olguin wiped away a bit of blood from his upper lip before quietly responding.

"I once knew a girl...a very special girl. She, like yourself, questioned why she had to bend to another's dance. This spark of individuality was cruely stamped down, causing her great pain."

Raggedly coughing as another wave of nausea assaulted him, he unsteadily wobbled on his feet.

Too much energy for my body to handle.. He realized with mounting dread.

But he HAD to try and make his opponent understand, damnit!

"I've seen, and quite frankly, am sickened by others who force others to bend to their 'dance', as you put it. Regardless of my own role in the grand tapestry, I will NEVER force others to change their own inherent nature, or force them to follow my dance." He finished, voice thick with raw emotion.