| Ra Son Ja had told him once that there was no action, only reaction. Yuri reacted. Killer gave it all away. The longhunter read everything in his eyes like they'd been printed in script and all of the sudden he'd pivoted, just as light and heat exploded from BEast's blaster-arm. Yuri ki-aied and the air grew thicker with his power, shimmered, and the barrage slowed to s still as Yuri howled and then simply burst into radiated sunburts of light and energy that bent, hissing backwards at Beast like a fog of electric rain.
Beast covered his eyes and face with his forearms, and bore the brunt of the backlash on his forearm, which superheated like metal, hissing and popping and filling the air with the aroma of roasting pork even as his flesh began to slough off the muscles and bone, roasted beneath the dissapated energy. He roared in agony, tearing his boiling arms from his face and vying for any kind of counter-attack--
Yuri was so close to him he could map out the whites and veins of his eyeballs. That attack was just to distract him, open up his guard and break his defenses...
Clever, Beast thought. Clever bastard.
The Go Rin No Sho dictates exactly how one should cut - or strike - his enemy. "Whenever you cross swords with an enemy you must not think of cutting him either strongly or weakly; just think of cutting and killing him. Be intent solely on killing the enemy. Do not try to cut strongly and, of course, do not think of cutting weakly. You should only be concerned with killing the enemy."
He did not gather energy around his fist or chant some incantation or do anything nearly so theatric - when he struck he did not plan on smashing down a mountain or killing a fly. He aimed beneath where the forearms had crossed, the aorta right over the hard in the left cage of his chest. His arm thrust forward like a spartan pilum, crashing two knuckles into Beast's thorax, breathing outwards as he did and funneling every ounce of spritirual strenght and intent into the blow as he did. Beast jerked. The air thunderclapped. In simpler Westendre martial art the strick was called "Steel Mountain Push", designed to pound aboive the heart and shatter the aorta cluster of arteries and fracture the ribcage, draining the victim of strenght and flooding their left chest cavity with blood, the internal haemmorhaging eventually killing them due to to blood loss.
Beast keeled over. He was a sturdy opponent. Yuri was no sure of the damage extent, only that he had meant to kill him. The body hit the ground in a thud and the longhunter walked towards Killer.
OoC: Jace is dead? Sweet. One more notch. 11: 45 here by the by. |