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Psh... people making me go first. No love for Cranlon.
And the rabbit goes around the tree and under the hole and-- done!
Standing up with his newly tied shoes, his retightened gloves and his dazzling... brushed... teeth...? ... Anyways, he was rearing to fight, ready to go, ready to take on anything! He always got hyped up before tournaments.
As much as Kian hated fighting, he was alright with tournaments. They agreed to this, and it was all in the name of fun, so the only way that someone could perhaps 'lose' would be by them not having fun at all. Kian wasn't in this for any prize, he was just in it for the moment, for the experience of it all. If he started entering and getting competitive over something (i.e. the prize) if he fell short of attaining it, the impact would be fatal.
Nah, for now, the moment was good enough for him.
Walking into the arena, he looked around. Seemed basic enough, no tricks, no anything.
Heh, guess this trip to the Underworld wasn't going to have a down side just yet.
Drawing his chain scythes on his back, he looked to the opposite entry way. His opponent would obviously be coming out of there, so why not wait and prepare to see? No harm in that... besides, the crowd was pretty dead anyways, not much of an outburst for someone just standing there as an entrance.
Kian had assumed that Gilgamesh was going to arrive via the opposing entrance to the arena. However, he never did like walking around. Especially not a place like this. The Underworld was one place that was unbearably unpredictable - anything could happen. But luckily for Gilgamesh, he had one thing a lot of these other contestants may not have had; complete freedom. He could come and go as he pleases. Hades may decide to contain fighters, control or manipulate them. But Gilgamesh planned to turn up to his fights and then leave. He didn't even show at the waiting room. That was was he loved about being able to slip in and out of the Void. And that was his choice of arrival...
A swirling vortex of pitch black emerged beside Kian, only a short distance from him, growing from a mere dot to a full sized portal from which a six-armed monster in red was spat from. He landed with a little trip, hidden well with a spin to gaze at the surroundings though. But, it wasn't long before his full concentration fell upon Kian:
"I am Gilgamesh, legendary sword collector! It's time for you to face a master swordsman! Let's see how long you last, shall we...?"
"I am Gilgamesh, legendary sword collector! It's time for you to face a master swordsman! Let's see how long you last, shall we...?"
Kian jumped slightly, looking over and up. Big guy... really... really big guy. Huge red armor and... six hands?! Why would someone need six, wasn't two enough? Whatever, it was hardly any of his concern. What was, however, was the fact that he had called himself the master swordsman, wondered how long Kian would 'last'.
Hey wait a minute... this cocky guy thought he could win the whole thing, didn't he!? Hah... fat chance on that happening without a little challenge!
"Name's Kian... and yeah... I guess we will," He took a few backtracking steps, waiting for it...
Waiting...
"Go already!"
That was the signal! Kian threw one of his sickles at the opponent, keeping a hold firm on the other to withdraw it if need be.
First blows weren't his style, really, though after looking at his opponent best to catch him off his guard. The element of surprise, as some would say.
The little imp with the mega-phone was a little impatient. Gilgamesh had just got here and he's already being shouted at and attacked immediately after. It's a shame he wasn't expecting that though. Really, he entered a tornament in the Underworld and didn't think to arrive with his weapons equipped? What an idiot.
Luckily, he was actually watching Kian at the time, so he did have a little time for reacting to the initial attack. Gilgamesh dashed aside as quick as possible, only just evading the weapon that was tossed straight at him. It was only after that he had realised what he had done following this. He seemed to naturally grab the chain.
Gilgamesh paused. His eyes quickly switched back and forth between the chain and Kian.
Then a plan finally came to him. I say finally, it was only a matter of seconds, but it seemed to take forever as his mind ticked with possibilities. Though, none of them seemed very inventive.
Gilgamesh took a tight grip on the chain with all three of his left arms whilst a cloud of darkness surrounded his top-right hand which quickly extended to an astonishingly long katana; the Masamune, a replica of Sephiroth's legendary weapon. He pointed the extensive blade towards his foe as a smirk crept onto his face.
Suddenly, Gilgamesh pulled back with all his strength with a mighty tug on the chain hoping to drag his opponent to him ready to strike with the outrageous range of his current weapon of choice. He seemed to think that a simple horizontal slash would suffice if the pull was to work. Most likely not, but it was worth a try, right?
Kian felt the hold on his blades' chain tighten, a sudden forward momentum trying to bring him forward. Not going well... this wasn't going anything according to plan! He dug the back of his heels into the ground, trying to keep himself from sliding forward any more. This wasn't working all that well...
As he looked up, he winced; a blade coming into view. Riverskebab didn't seem relevant to his interests right about now, and it didn't ever, really. He needed to find a way out of this, he needed to think... but there wasn't time to.
Suddenly he was tugged forward viciously, loosing his foot placing and moving forward. He needed a way out... now or never, now-- oh wait...
Simply letting go of the handle, Kian dropped to the ground, firing a short burst of an aero spell to speed up the momentum, aiming the sickle. Kian was grounded, taking this time to roll to the side, into a kneeling position. His weapon, however, was heading straight for the opponent's face.
Ah... Gilgamesh now came to realise how stupid his plan was. The teen he was fighting had fallen and had released his weapon. However, now that he had, the six-armed freak was now left pulling with all his might on just a chain and a little sickle. And with a little push from an aero spell. It was obvious that the weapon was flying at incredible speed towards him. Great...
Gilgamesh's initial reaction was to swing his sword at it; which he did. Only to fail. It was way too quick to be able to strike with his sword, especially the one he had out. I mean, the Masamune was the thinnest blade he had, if he had the Buster Sword in hand then maybe things would have played out differently. But, there was no point thinking about what could or could not have happened, it was done already.
Though, it must have been Gilgamesh's lucky day, because the blade didn't slice straight into his face...
His choice of sword strike had meant that his body moved with it. Obviously, he couldn't avoid the weapon entirely, no chance. But instead of cutting into his face (and probably killing him), the curved blade slammed into his left shoulder close to the collar bone with a spurt of blood.
"You... You little... ... Gah!"
Gilgamesh groaned, not capable of thinking up an appropriate insult in time to finish his sentence.
Taking a few deep breaths before hand, Gilgamesh took grasp of the sickle's rubber handle. He paused for a second, and then pulled it out with runt of pain. Blood trickle from the wound, slowly speeding up. He would have to do something about that.
A Cure spell would do the trick... If he had one. For now though, Gilgamesh tightly tied his scarf around the wound to slow the bleeding. He would sort it out properly after the battle.
"You won't be needing these anymore, will you?"
Gilgamesh asked, rhetorically of course, calling to Kian as he held up his chained sickles. He wasn't expecting an answer, nor did he want one. With a careless swing of his arm, Gilgamesh tossed them aside. But not onto the floor, no, he didn't want Kian getting them back anytime soon - they were consumed by the Void in the same way Gilgamesh's weapons appeared and disappeared. Perhaps he would give them back after the battle... assuming they both lived, of course...
Now though, he needed to make sure he was on guard. He didn't want his foe to get another strike like that. Gilgamesh held up the Masamune in front of him, preparing for Kian to make another attack.
Brows arcing up in surprise, Quistis looked to the younger entrant and how he was able to strike the six-armed behemoth. She gave a slightly amused, though inaudible, scoff. Were she still in Balamb Garden as an instructor, she may have referred this kid to staying there and becoming a SeeD member. As it stood, however, Balamb Garden didn't exist anymore -- and she was putting too much thought into this.
Having to watch helplessly, Kian saw his blades disappear before his eyes. Where they were going he didn't know, all he knew was that he would need hose back when all was said and done, though as for right now, they weren't his first concern. Right now, all he needed to do was take this thing down to move on. Guess some nifty alternate attacks would need to be put in place.
He was weaponless, more or less, so he'd need to find some creative tactic.
As of that moment, he believed magic was the way to go. Soon he began to rise to his feet, making his open hands into fists, his foot moving back. Swinging his hands forwards, he cast a second level blizzard spell towards the opponent. Blades couldn't counter spells, so why not?
Spells! If there was only one thing in the world that annoyed Gilgamesh, it was spells. They annoyed the crap out of him. Spells were just a cheap tactic to him; a true swordmaster doesn't need them, a dishonourable move. At least, that's what he liked people to think was his opinion. Though, to be honest, he was quite jealous of others since he doesn't know any spells himself.
With a Blizzarra spell coming his way, Gilgamesh pulled up all his arms to cover himself as much as possible - especially his face as he turned that away for a second too. Ice in his face wouldn't be pleasant. The spell struck him head on and knocked him back, his feet sliding across the ground at first until he tripped and fell back. Being so tall and top-heavy, he wasn't particularly steady on his feet. He was quick enough to get a couple of hands behind himself to catch himself before slamming into the ground too hard. Chilling ice now covered his forearms, dripping from his body heat warming it.
His arms stung, obviously, taking the full force of a second-level spell wasn't a good thing and he tried his best to hide his pain. Yet, Gilgamesh did have quite a good resistance to spells, though his arms were a little cut up from the sharp shards of ic -, it left a nasty stinging. This battle just wasn't going his way so far. And that was why Gilgamesh had decided now would be a good time to pull out a bunch of weapon from his arsenal and slice this kid apart...
Gilgamesh pushed himself up and outstretched all five of his weaponless arms and held his hands open. Each and every one of them filled with darkness as the six-armed monster summoned some more swords: In his top-left hand appeared the masamune's opposite - the Buster Sword; below these were a pair of blue swords - Tidus's Brotherhood and Odin's Zantetsuken; and finally, held in his bottom hands were a pair of weapons he picked up in Ivalice - Tournesol and the Wyrmhero Blade. Now, he was fully equipped and ready to turn this fight around.
With an intimidating look on his face, Gilgamesh began walking towards his troublesome foe with rather stomping-like steps. As soon as he got close, Gilgamesh thrusted the bottom two weapons towards Kian's stomach, side by side. His other weapons were left waiting for now, ready for Gilgamesh to react to his opponent's reaction to his simple attack...
W-Who needed six swords!? When was there ever going to be a need to be using all six at one time? It was preposterous! It was unfair! It was... it was... hnh, it was the reality that Kian had to be facing...
Mind over matter right now, all he had to do was to think of it as something smaller. A ladybug, yeah... that'd work. Red, small, six arms... six swords... deadly ladybug trying to-- no! That wasn't helping... he'd just have to swallow his fears. This Gilgamesh wasn't all that bad, he was just big, and the bigger they were, the harder it was that they would fall.
It wasn't until the stomping came into play that Kian had the moment to think. This thing moved pretty slow... he could use that. If he waited too long though, he'd end up, again, as a kiankebab. Bad news.
As the bottom two arms drew back, Kian quickly brough up a chest-high wall of ice, using a first grade blizzard spell quickly before shuffling to the monster's side. The spell was going for a slow stun effect, perhaps some damage to be brought up later, though other than that, nothing much.
Gilgamesh's two bottom swords powered into the newly made ice wall just as Kian moved aside. They smashed deep into it with a crushing sound, and when the freak tried to pulled them out, he failed miserably. He tugged, but they didn't come. Though, to be fair, he still had the other four to use. Four more than his opponent had.
So, releasing his two frozen swords, Gilgamesh quickly turned to Kian with a back-hand swing of his left-handed weapons; the huge and mighty Buster Sword and the hook-bladed Brotherhood. With Kian not having any weapons equipped, Gilgamesh knew a defense tactic wasn't on the table and came to the conclusion that Kian was likely to evade - jump back or to the side. Which was why, Gilgamesh raised his two right handed weapons ready to swing down on Kian as soon as he moved... if he did...
( ooc: ...urh, short post. Haven't got long on the computer. )
