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<blockquote data-quote="India Actual" data-source="post: 2754" data-attributes="member: 80"><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"><strong><span style="font-size: 18px">Chapter 8: (Part 10)</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Several minutes prior, at the beginning of the battle, Kanzō came down to the ground sliding along the ground and pressing his legs hard into the ground to arrest his movement. He had arrived in a flat open area next to the forest, it was butting up against a large ravine on one side. He touched the sore spot on the side of his face with his hand and growled in frustration. There was a smaller golden streak that came down from the sky shortly after he touched down on the ground. Shihori landed a few paces away from him in her Super Saiyan form, her blue-green eyes were intently focused on him as if she were waiting for him to react to her presence. Kanzō sheathed his sword in its scabbard on his left hip and put his hands up in the air, “Truce. I know you’re a little upset because I tried to kill you-” Shihori scoffed at his remarks, “Hmph.” Kanzō acknowledged her displeasure and continued, “Okay, fair enough. You’re livid that I tried to kill you. I’ll admit that I was a bit hasty before. So, allow me to ask, Shihori what do you hope to gain from opposing us? Surely, you don’t think that by coming here with your father, your friends, and your little sword, that you sincerely believe to come out victorious?” He chuckled to himself at the notion of their defiance. “You need to face the reality of your situation. You experienced firsthand what I’m capable of last time. Do you really expect things to end differently?” Shihori stared at him coldly without further reaction and let him finish his grand standing. “Here’s what’s going to happen, we’re going to fight and when it’s all settled, I’m going to kill you.” Kanzō began to sneer at her with excitement in his eyes, “Well, then I suppose I should be a gentleman and offer the lady a free shot.” Shihori narrowed her eyes at him with more disdain, “Are you sure you don’t want to draw out your sword?” He just laughed at her assertion that he would be needing his weapon, “No, I’m confident with your level of power I won’t be needing it.” Shihori smirked at him amidst her cold stare, “Your funeral.” She quickly widened her stance and clenched her fists as she brought her ki surging forth from the depths of her body, her hair standing more rigid and electrical discharge sparking off her raging aura that surrounded her body in her Super Saiyan 2 transformation. She launched herself off the ground and disappeared from view in a flash. Kanzō quickly appeared bemused by her transformation and sudden disappearance, but he was forced to face the reality of the situation when Shihori appeared in front of him with great speed. She slammed a vicious right hook across his jaw which flattened him down to the ground and sent purple blood careening from his mouth. Shihori quickly followed up by coming straight down on top of him in an attempt to bury her boot into his chest. Kanzō realized the threat she posed and quickly drew his sword in a lightning fast slash that cut across the space her head occupied. Shihori was able to evade with a quick burst of speed as some blonde hairs gently floated down after being cut from her head. Shihori was surprised by his speedy reaction but she managed to take up a defensive stance with a smirk, “I thought you said you didn’t need your sword?” Kanzō recovered himself and wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, “Clearly you’re different than you were before. Where did all this power come from?” Shihori lightly snickered to herself, appearing quite pleased that she was able to ruffle his feathers, “I trained all day yesterday for this battle.” Kanzō clenched his teeth in anger at her dubious statement, “Are you mocking me?!” Shihori’s smirk faded and she narrowed her blue-green eyes at him, she leaned forward slightly at the waist and placed a hand on the hilt of her sword, “No, but allow me to show you the grave mistake you made by coming after me in the first place.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Kanzō charged in on Shihori trying to use his larger size to overpower her smaller stature. He brought his blade against her in a one-handed overhand slash. Shihori’s reflexes were lightning fast as her katana was drawn in a mere instant that he came in for his attack. Their blades contacted one another in a flash of sparks and loud *clang* of steel clashing. Both Kanzō and Shihori both quickly readjusted looking for an opening on their respective opponent, Shihori came at him first across the mid-section but he maneuvered his weapon down vertically with a flick of his wrist to block her incoming strike. Shihori broke contact with him and spun her body around quickly lashing out with a hook kick against his rib cage. The blow made solid contact with his ribs and there sounded an audible *crack* as a few gave way to the strike. Kanzō hissed in pain but barely missed a beat as he came cutting across the space occupied by her neck just as she landed on the ground. Shihori barely had time to bring her sword up directly in front of her face and caught his blade before it landed a fatal blow. She was pushed back by the force of his attack and sent skidding across the ground.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Despite his injury, Kanzō launched an all-out assault against her attacking with his weapon furiously from multiple in quick succession. Shihori concentrated on his hand positioning to meet his blade at the perfect angles, but he seemed to be getting faster the more he pressed the attack. Shihori caught his sword one last time and she reached out to latch onto his wrist, she used it like a fulcrum as she leapt up and kicked a foot into the side of his face. Kanzō sneered angrily with the boot pressed up against his cheek, this surprised Shihori that he wasn’t more damaged by the surprise attack. He reached across his body with his free hand and grabbed up a handful of spikey golden hair. He savagely drove her face down into the ground like he was driving a fence post into the dirt. Kanzō reared back with one of his knee-high boots and punted her in the gut which sent her sliding across the field. Shihori gasped and some blood came out of her mouth while it was agape in shock. She collapsed to the ground in a tangled mess and struggled to right herself after such a devastating assault.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Kanzō ran his hand back over his long hair to smooth it out, even now he remained incredibly vain regarding his appearance. Shihori shakily pushed herself up off the ground and managed to get into a kneeling position, she coughed and struggled to breathe after being on the receiving end of that kick. He loomed closer to her, “All that bravado came up a little short didn’t it?” Shihori felt the anger rise in her chest and she clenched her fists tight against the ground. Shihori stayed down on the ground clenching the pain in her chest, she eyed his boots as he came within striking distance of her. She steadied her breathing and closed her eyes in concentration. She needed to play this her way and not try to fight at his tempo. She tapped into the breath techniques she had learned from Kitsune, these brought clarity, focus, and most of important of all, power when it counted the most. Shihori was on her knees with her head hanging low appearing as if she had lost the will to fight. Kanzō grasped his sword tightly when he came close to her, he was ready for any stunts she might try to pull. “Are we done? I’m growing weary of your hapless struggling.” She remained motionless, appearing defeated with her eyes closed and head hung low. Only the steady and even rise of her chest as she breathed showed any signs of life. Kanzō readied his weapon for a final strike to bring this battle to a close, “Pity you could only amount to this much, a feckless coward.” He clenched his sword with two hands and swung the blade horizontally in a decapitation strike. Shihori’s ears twitched as they caught the sound of the blade cutting through the air. Just before the blade was ready to cleave into her flesh, she collapsed backwards to the ground allowing the momentum of the sword to momentarily put him off balance. She already had her hands against the ground while she curled her legs up to perform a coiled-up handstand. Suddenly with great speed and ferocious power, she sprang forth boots first into his face. The impact of the blow sending a loud *clap* across the battle space as Kanzō was completely lifted off the ground by this little lady barely over a hundred pounds. He landed on his back hard with his head smacking sickly against the ground. Shihori arched her body and landed in a crouch with her sword being brought across her chest at the ready. Her blue-green eyes became laser focused on the threat that was laid out on the ground. Shihori stood up and carefully approached her fallen foe, bio-electric discharge danced off her body and sparked against the ground while she walked. As she approached, she noticed his body shifted slightly which immediately put her on guard, her sword was brought to bear in a cross body defensive posture. She slowly drew the blade closer to his neck just in case he had surprises of his own in store for her.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Unexpectedly, his body lashed out with his sword clashing against her blade in an attempt to knock it aside, while it didn’t give much ground, it did focus her attention enough for him to slash at her right shin with his large knife. The back-up weapon found its mark and cut into her leg deeply, Shihori cried out and her face twisted in pain, she fell back onto her other leg in an attempt to clear herself from his weapon envelope. Blood began to steadily stream down the front of her leg, it was staining her gi pants and slowly began to pool in her boot. Kanzō recovered himself fairly quickly and stood fairly poised juxtaposed to Shihori’s face which was cringed in pain. “I have to hand it to you. I’m sure any other opponent would have been put down with that little maneuver you just pulled.” He cracked his neck from side to side and rolled his shoulders in a deep stretch as part of his recovery efforts. “Now you’re going to force me to bring out all of my power against you. You should be honored, only my friend Vardier has ever managed to stand up to my full power.” Shihori clenched her teeth down in a combination of efforts to suppress the pain of her injury and frustration that she wasn’t able to finish him when she had the chance.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Kanzō’s ki visibly erupted in a red flame-like aura round his body while he shouted louder and louder in an angry sounding kiai to bring forth his power. His muscles began to swell to even more pronounced proportions than he already bore, his yellow irises sharpening to a deeper more golden hue. Once he had finished powering up his body, golden electrical discharge flowed off his body. He began to laugh in a very sinister manner and his eyes focused on her like a hunter sizing up its chosen prey to kill, “I hope you enjoy this as much as I’m going to.” He exploded off the ground with frightening speed and power, closing the distance on her in a mere instant. He brought down his sword with tremendous force that even though she was easily able to bring her own weapon to perform an overhead block, her injured leg gave way under the strain of the injury and she collapsed down onto the knee of the injured leg. Kanzō quickly capitalized by driving his knee into her face which brought her completely off her feet with blood erupting from her nose. He quickly spun on his feet and delivered a crushing spinning back kick to her which sent her flying through the air. Her body came down violently against the ground, she rolled, tumbled, and bounced once before coming to an aggressive stop. Shihori weakly pushed herself up off the ground, twin trails of blood draining out of each nostril. Her face gave a clear indication of how much pain she was in, she managed to plant her feet, but still favored her injured leg which continued to hemorrhage into her boot which was slick with blood. Kanzō came at her now in a full-on charge across the field, he was upon her faster than she realized, his right hand wielding the curved bladed longsword, his left the large blade knife with a clipped edge that was still stained with her blood. Shihori had to maneuver and make a choice, face the huge sword with extended reach or the quick slashes of his knife. She directed her katana to contact the longsword, but she was quickly shocked when he crossed arms and used the knife to trap her blade. The longsword slashed across her body armor cutting across her torso just below her chest. It had just enough sweep to the blade that it contacted her skin and opened up a superficial but still painful wound on her body. Shihori gasped more in shock than in actual pain from receiving the blow on her body. She desperately pushed back on his knife hand and pivoted her own grip on her sword to break free from the lock-up of blade. She attempted to capitalize on her own momentum by drawing her katana across his arm which opened up a wound that drained purple blood onto the ground. Kanzō grimaced in pain and rewarded Shihori with the pommel of his longsword being driven into her stomach. She doubled over with a gasp and struggled to breathe as all the air was knocked out of her at once. He attempted to bring the blade of the knife down into the back of her exposed neck, but her ears hadn’t failed her yet, she drove her forearm up hard to block the arm that wielded the knife. She clenched her teeth hard while she strained to push against his overwhelming strength. She drove her forearm against the blade, receiving yet another injury, but this time with a purpose as she rotated her wrist to latch onto his weapon hand. She gave a very abrupt twist of his wrist to disarm him of the knife. The smaller weapon clattered to ground, she quickly let him go to retrieve it for herself, they both seemed to lunge for it at once, but Shihori was more nimble and quicker than the much larger Kanzō. She took control of the weapon and plunged it into the only open space she could find on his body. Kanzō reeled back in pain as the knife was stabbed into his lower abdomen just above his right hip. Shihori quickly rolled her body out of harm’s way to give herself some breathing room.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Kanzō quickly wrenched his own knife free from his body and gave Shihori a terrifying glare, he was quivering in anger at the sight of the grin she had on her face, “You think this is funny?!” Shihori snickered to herself amidst all the pain that racked her body, she quickly wiped her nose with the back of her arm, “What’s the matter? You got sharp pains in your tummy?” He let out an audible hiss of anger while Shihori mocked him with cheesy one-liners. He flourished both his blades and gave no indication he intended to address his still bleeding wounds. This caught Shihori’s attention and it stifled her laughter in a hurry, “I hate to admit it Kanzō, but you’re one tough son of a bitch. Part of me held out hope that I’d be able to finish you off quickly. Now the Saiyan in me is overwhelmed that I get to challenge myself against your power. See?” Shihori held up one of her hands that was visibly trembling, “That’s not fear either. I’m so god damn excited I can barely contain myself.” Kanzō sneered at her with a sense of malice beneath his smile, “You really are all talk, aren’t you? Do you even believe half the bull shit that comes out of your mouth?” Shihori threw her hands out in front of herself and positioned the sword horizontally in front of her body. She smirked at him like she couldn’t hide the enjoyment she was getting out of this despite her battered appearance, “Maybe Vegeta is starting to rub off on me after all.” She began to spike her power level very quickly; her body became engulfed in a raging golden aura that was nearly blinding to look at directly. Her irises became sharper and more defined, he hair began to grow out rapidly down past her waist, the electrical discharge surrounding her body became more pronounced and erratic. She cried out loud in a feral scream as her ki erupted forth in a massive burst of energy, “HAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Kanzō blinked the spots from his eyes and was finally able to refocus his gaze on her. He seemed curious as to what type of transformation she had just undertaken, he had quite a bit of cocky mirth to dish out in response, “So you can grow out your hair? Oh, isn’t that cute.” Shihori seemed deadly focused on him as her shining golden aura subsided and erupted in small electrical discharges from around her body, “You should be grateful Kanzō. Only those I deem a serious threat ever get to see Super Saiyan 3.” She narrowed her eyes at him, “And one last thing….” Shihori adjusted her katana in hand into a low-ready position, she leaned forward like a predatory animal ready to attack, “I’m not just cute, I’m f*@$ing adorable.”</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Shihori’s body disappeared from view shortly after she made her move. Kanzō’s eyes and energy sensing abilities struggled to follow her movements. She came at him from high on his strong side, slashing down and across in a follow through cut with her sword. They clashed blades at the last instant and sparks flew off the steel upon contact. Shihori pulled her blade back as she hit the ground, he was quickly on the defensive but lagged behind in reaction time. She threw a horizontal slash across his neck but before his throat was cut open, he pushed her blade up which drew a deep gash across the bridge of his nose. Purple blood began to drain out of the fresh wound onto his face. Kanzō threw himself forward with blood streaming off his face and he came at her ferociously with his duel wielding technique. He attempted to trap her blade and negate her increase in speed, but Shihori only kicked it up a notch in her reaction time. Her body flowed around his attacks and struck out in an attack to defend strategy which quickly overwhelmed his blade work. Kanzō was staggered by her barrage of lightning fast attacks, it appeared like her arms weren’t evening moving from their resting position while the blade seemed to attack on its own at high speed. Kanzō made a calculated effort to strike out and break up her rhythm which allowed a momentary pause in her attacks. It was enough to give him some breathing room to maneuver out of her overpowering weapon envelope.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Shihori and Kanzō briefly separated and began to run parallel to one another, eyes locked onto each other with deadly focus. Each step the other made drew marks of blood on the ground in their wake as they moved, purple for Kanzō and red for Shihori. Neither let the pain show and neither genuinely cared in that moment, the only thing that mattered was the outcome of this battle. Shihori rushed in to strike at her wounded prey with fierce velocity that could barely be traced by his focused eyes. They clashed in a shower of sparks and ringing of steel. Kanzō had begun to falter under her impressively strong blows, he threw away questions of how someone so small could be so strong, those distractions would only send him toward an untimely demise. He quickly realized that he needed to sacrifice a little more to gain the upper hand, her blade contacted his longsword again in a shower of sparks. He hooked his knife under her blade and pulled the point of her sword straight into his support arm until it cleared completely through his flesh and came out the opposite side of his bicep. He reflexively dropped the knife onto the ground when his arm was pierced by her blade, but he managed to keep her sword trapped against his body. He switched hands with his longsword for a brief moment to enable his free, undamaged hand to throw a last-ditch power punch directly into her face. Shihori slid back across the ground on her heels under the immense stunning force of the blow. Her sword was forcibly wrenched out of his bicep as her body was thrust away from him in an instant. She remained on her feet after the massive hit but appeared in disarray as she tried to regain her composure. Kanzō seized the moment to bring his weapon back into his dominant hand and he dashed forward with a horizontal cut to bifurcate her at the waist. The longsword quickly came cutting across Shihori’s waist with a flash and Kanzō powered through the attack to ensure a clean finishing blow. He had a very self-satisfied smirk on his face as he passed by Shihori with a clean cut, but very quickly he came to the realization that he felt no resistance as the sword passed through its intended target. He looked behind to see that a translucent after-image of the rabbit eared woman fade from view, he was overcome with a sickening feeling of dread as his attention was seized by movement coming from above him. Shihori came at him from the sky with her steely eyed gaze and sword held high above her head. Kanzō reacted with the only thing he could manage, he attempted to bring his sword up to block the overhead strike, but she moved too fast for him. Shihori adjusted her point of aim at the last possible moment, the katana’s blade swept down through his forearm with such power that it offered little in the way of resistance.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Kanzō’s weapon hand clattered to the ground still clutching the long sword between its curled fingers. He looked at the stump that remained of his arm, cleaved through cleanly just below the elbow. He screamed out loud in anguish when the realization came that he’d been dismembered. He staggered back clutching his stump which was profusely flowing purple blood from what remained of his arm. He finally collapsed to his back side as his face was twisted in pain, his body shaking from the rush of endorphins he was feeling after such a traumatic injury. Shihori wordlessly retrieved his weapon from his severed hand, she coldly kicked the severed limb out of her way like a piece of trash on the street. Kanzō crawled backwards as she approached him seething animosity written across her face, “Please, Shihori! Let me go! I swear that I’ll disappear, you’ll never see me again!” She stopped at his feet, looming over him with two swords clutched in her grasp, the stare of hatred she laid on him never wavered for a moment. Kanzō continued to crawl backwards until he could go no further. He looked back and noticed he had reached the edge of the ravine in which they were fighting. Yet, there on the ground behind him laid a potential solution to his problems. He reached back with his remaining hand to the ground behind him and clutched his fallen knife off the ground. He stealthily slid it behind his body to conceal it from view, continuing his ruse of begging for mercy. “I was wrong for what I did to you. Show me mercy, I beg of you!” Shihori stepped forward to deliver her intended killing blow as promised. He seized his chance once he saw her open herself up to attack, he lunged forward with the aim to impale her in the chest like he had done before. Shihori reacted in a flash and brought his own longsword down to parry the knife, her own katana quickly cutting horizontally through the air in a flash of steel that left a crescent shaped after-image in the wake of the cut.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Shihori froze and closed her eyes, exhaling very slowly, purple blood dripping off the edge of her sword. Kanzo’s body was also frozen in place, his eyes focused on Shihori who stood directly over the top of him. Shihori was the first to move as she reared back a leg and kicked his body over onto the ground. His head coming off his shoulders in a gush of blood as it rolled free from his body and tumbled over the edge of the ravine. She whipped her sword out to her side to clear the blade of his blood. She planted his longsword tip down into the soil, now using both hands to carefully wipe her blade and calmly sheath the sword in its scabbard. Shihori powered down to Super Saiyan with a sigh, her hair quickly receding to its normal dimensions. She reached down to her belt and untied a brown bag from around her waist. She began to dig inside the bag with a rattle that sounded like she was sifting through dried beans. She retrieved a senzu from the bag and promptly ate it with a *crunch* and swallowed the healing bean. The injuries she sustained were completely healed and her energy levels stabilized after pushing herself to Super Saiyan 3. Aside from her battle-damaged armor and blood-stained body, she was right as rain. She quickly went about retrieving the sheath from Kanzō’s fallen body, she hastily attached it to her belt on the opposite hip. Shihori looked to the sky to search the area and sense out where he father was located, “Hang in there Papa. I’m coming.” She snatched the longsword from the ground and secured it in the sheath before she jumped into the sky and took off in a golden streak.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="India Actual, post: 2754, member: 80"] [FONT=verdana][B][SIZE=5]Chapter 8: (Part 10)[/SIZE][/B] Several minutes prior, at the beginning of the battle, Kanzō came down to the ground sliding along the ground and pressing his legs hard into the ground to arrest his movement. He had arrived in a flat open area next to the forest, it was butting up against a large ravine on one side. He touched the sore spot on the side of his face with his hand and growled in frustration. There was a smaller golden streak that came down from the sky shortly after he touched down on the ground. Shihori landed a few paces away from him in her Super Saiyan form, her blue-green eyes were intently focused on him as if she were waiting for him to react to her presence. Kanzō sheathed his sword in its scabbard on his left hip and put his hands up in the air, “Truce. I know you’re a little upset because I tried to kill you-” Shihori scoffed at his remarks, “Hmph.” Kanzō acknowledged her displeasure and continued, “Okay, fair enough. You’re livid that I tried to kill you. I’ll admit that I was a bit hasty before. So, allow me to ask, Shihori what do you hope to gain from opposing us? Surely, you don’t think that by coming here with your father, your friends, and your little sword, that you sincerely believe to come out victorious?” He chuckled to himself at the notion of their defiance. “You need to face the reality of your situation. You experienced firsthand what I’m capable of last time. Do you really expect things to end differently?” Shihori stared at him coldly without further reaction and let him finish his grand standing. “Here’s what’s going to happen, we’re going to fight and when it’s all settled, I’m going to kill you.” Kanzō began to sneer at her with excitement in his eyes, “Well, then I suppose I should be a gentleman and offer the lady a free shot.” Shihori narrowed her eyes at him with more disdain, “Are you sure you don’t want to draw out your sword?” He just laughed at her assertion that he would be needing his weapon, “No, I’m confident with your level of power I won’t be needing it.” Shihori smirked at him amidst her cold stare, “Your funeral.” She quickly widened her stance and clenched her fists as she brought her ki surging forth from the depths of her body, her hair standing more rigid and electrical discharge sparking off her raging aura that surrounded her body in her Super Saiyan 2 transformation. She launched herself off the ground and disappeared from view in a flash. Kanzō quickly appeared bemused by her transformation and sudden disappearance, but he was forced to face the reality of the situation when Shihori appeared in front of him with great speed. She slammed a vicious right hook across his jaw which flattened him down to the ground and sent purple blood careening from his mouth. Shihori quickly followed up by coming straight down on top of him in an attempt to bury her boot into his chest. Kanzō realized the threat she posed and quickly drew his sword in a lightning fast slash that cut across the space her head occupied. Shihori was able to evade with a quick burst of speed as some blonde hairs gently floated down after being cut from her head. Shihori was surprised by his speedy reaction but she managed to take up a defensive stance with a smirk, “I thought you said you didn’t need your sword?” Kanzō recovered himself and wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, “Clearly you’re different than you were before. Where did all this power come from?” Shihori lightly snickered to herself, appearing quite pleased that she was able to ruffle his feathers, “I trained all day yesterday for this battle.” Kanzō clenched his teeth in anger at her dubious statement, “Are you mocking me?!” Shihori’s smirk faded and she narrowed her blue-green eyes at him, she leaned forward slightly at the waist and placed a hand on the hilt of her sword, “No, but allow me to show you the grave mistake you made by coming after me in the first place.” Kanzō charged in on Shihori trying to use his larger size to overpower her smaller stature. He brought his blade against her in a one-handed overhand slash. Shihori’s reflexes were lightning fast as her katana was drawn in a mere instant that he came in for his attack. Their blades contacted one another in a flash of sparks and loud *clang* of steel clashing. Both Kanzō and Shihori both quickly readjusted looking for an opening on their respective opponent, Shihori came at him first across the mid-section but he maneuvered his weapon down vertically with a flick of his wrist to block her incoming strike. Shihori broke contact with him and spun her body around quickly lashing out with a hook kick against his rib cage. The blow made solid contact with his ribs and there sounded an audible *crack* as a few gave way to the strike. Kanzō hissed in pain but barely missed a beat as he came cutting across the space occupied by her neck just as she landed on the ground. Shihori barely had time to bring her sword up directly in front of her face and caught his blade before it landed a fatal blow. She was pushed back by the force of his attack and sent skidding across the ground. Despite his injury, Kanzō launched an all-out assault against her attacking with his weapon furiously from multiple in quick succession. Shihori concentrated on his hand positioning to meet his blade at the perfect angles, but he seemed to be getting faster the more he pressed the attack. Shihori caught his sword one last time and she reached out to latch onto his wrist, she used it like a fulcrum as she leapt up and kicked a foot into the side of his face. Kanzō sneered angrily with the boot pressed up against his cheek, this surprised Shihori that he wasn’t more damaged by the surprise attack. He reached across his body with his free hand and grabbed up a handful of spikey golden hair. He savagely drove her face down into the ground like he was driving a fence post into the dirt. Kanzō reared back with one of his knee-high boots and punted her in the gut which sent her sliding across the field. Shihori gasped and some blood came out of her mouth while it was agape in shock. She collapsed to the ground in a tangled mess and struggled to right herself after such a devastating assault. Kanzō ran his hand back over his long hair to smooth it out, even now he remained incredibly vain regarding his appearance. Shihori shakily pushed herself up off the ground and managed to get into a kneeling position, she coughed and struggled to breathe after being on the receiving end of that kick. He loomed closer to her, “All that bravado came up a little short didn’t it?” Shihori felt the anger rise in her chest and she clenched her fists tight against the ground. Shihori stayed down on the ground clenching the pain in her chest, she eyed his boots as he came within striking distance of her. She steadied her breathing and closed her eyes in concentration. She needed to play this her way and not try to fight at his tempo. She tapped into the breath techniques she had learned from Kitsune, these brought clarity, focus, and most of important of all, power when it counted the most. Shihori was on her knees with her head hanging low appearing as if she had lost the will to fight. Kanzō grasped his sword tightly when he came close to her, he was ready for any stunts she might try to pull. “Are we done? I’m growing weary of your hapless struggling.” She remained motionless, appearing defeated with her eyes closed and head hung low. Only the steady and even rise of her chest as she breathed showed any signs of life. Kanzō readied his weapon for a final strike to bring this battle to a close, “Pity you could only amount to this much, a feckless coward.” He clenched his sword with two hands and swung the blade horizontally in a decapitation strike. Shihori’s ears twitched as they caught the sound of the blade cutting through the air. Just before the blade was ready to cleave into her flesh, she collapsed backwards to the ground allowing the momentum of the sword to momentarily put him off balance. She already had her hands against the ground while she curled her legs up to perform a coiled-up handstand. Suddenly with great speed and ferocious power, she sprang forth boots first into his face. The impact of the blow sending a loud *clap* across the battle space as Kanzō was completely lifted off the ground by this little lady barely over a hundred pounds. He landed on his back hard with his head smacking sickly against the ground. Shihori arched her body and landed in a crouch with her sword being brought across her chest at the ready. Her blue-green eyes became laser focused on the threat that was laid out on the ground. Shihori stood up and carefully approached her fallen foe, bio-electric discharge danced off her body and sparked against the ground while she walked. As she approached, she noticed his body shifted slightly which immediately put her on guard, her sword was brought to bear in a cross body defensive posture. She slowly drew the blade closer to his neck just in case he had surprises of his own in store for her. Unexpectedly, his body lashed out with his sword clashing against her blade in an attempt to knock it aside, while it didn’t give much ground, it did focus her attention enough for him to slash at her right shin with his large knife. The back-up weapon found its mark and cut into her leg deeply, Shihori cried out and her face twisted in pain, she fell back onto her other leg in an attempt to clear herself from his weapon envelope. Blood began to steadily stream down the front of her leg, it was staining her gi pants and slowly began to pool in her boot. Kanzō recovered himself fairly quickly and stood fairly poised juxtaposed to Shihori’s face which was cringed in pain. “I have to hand it to you. I’m sure any other opponent would have been put down with that little maneuver you just pulled.” He cracked his neck from side to side and rolled his shoulders in a deep stretch as part of his recovery efforts. “Now you’re going to force me to bring out all of my power against you. You should be honored, only my friend Vardier has ever managed to stand up to my full power.” Shihori clenched her teeth down in a combination of efforts to suppress the pain of her injury and frustration that she wasn’t able to finish him when she had the chance. Kanzō’s ki visibly erupted in a red flame-like aura round his body while he shouted louder and louder in an angry sounding kiai to bring forth his power. His muscles began to swell to even more pronounced proportions than he already bore, his yellow irises sharpening to a deeper more golden hue. Once he had finished powering up his body, golden electrical discharge flowed off his body. He began to laugh in a very sinister manner and his eyes focused on her like a hunter sizing up its chosen prey to kill, “I hope you enjoy this as much as I’m going to.” He exploded off the ground with frightening speed and power, closing the distance on her in a mere instant. He brought down his sword with tremendous force that even though she was easily able to bring her own weapon to perform an overhead block, her injured leg gave way under the strain of the injury and she collapsed down onto the knee of the injured leg. Kanzō quickly capitalized by driving his knee into her face which brought her completely off her feet with blood erupting from her nose. He quickly spun on his feet and delivered a crushing spinning back kick to her which sent her flying through the air. Her body came down violently against the ground, she rolled, tumbled, and bounced once before coming to an aggressive stop. Shihori weakly pushed herself up off the ground, twin trails of blood draining out of each nostril. Her face gave a clear indication of how much pain she was in, she managed to plant her feet, but still favored her injured leg which continued to hemorrhage into her boot which was slick with blood. Kanzō came at her now in a full-on charge across the field, he was upon her faster than she realized, his right hand wielding the curved bladed longsword, his left the large blade knife with a clipped edge that was still stained with her blood. Shihori had to maneuver and make a choice, face the huge sword with extended reach or the quick slashes of his knife. She directed her katana to contact the longsword, but she was quickly shocked when he crossed arms and used the knife to trap her blade. The longsword slashed across her body armor cutting across her torso just below her chest. It had just enough sweep to the blade that it contacted her skin and opened up a superficial but still painful wound on her body. Shihori gasped more in shock than in actual pain from receiving the blow on her body. She desperately pushed back on his knife hand and pivoted her own grip on her sword to break free from the lock-up of blade. She attempted to capitalize on her own momentum by drawing her katana across his arm which opened up a wound that drained purple blood onto the ground. Kanzō grimaced in pain and rewarded Shihori with the pommel of his longsword being driven into her stomach. She doubled over with a gasp and struggled to breathe as all the air was knocked out of her at once. He attempted to bring the blade of the knife down into the back of her exposed neck, but her ears hadn’t failed her yet, she drove her forearm up hard to block the arm that wielded the knife. She clenched her teeth hard while she strained to push against his overwhelming strength. She drove her forearm against the blade, receiving yet another injury, but this time with a purpose as she rotated her wrist to latch onto his weapon hand. She gave a very abrupt twist of his wrist to disarm him of the knife. The smaller weapon clattered to ground, she quickly let him go to retrieve it for herself, they both seemed to lunge for it at once, but Shihori was more nimble and quicker than the much larger Kanzō. She took control of the weapon and plunged it into the only open space she could find on his body. Kanzō reeled back in pain as the knife was stabbed into his lower abdomen just above his right hip. Shihori quickly rolled her body out of harm’s way to give herself some breathing room. Kanzō quickly wrenched his own knife free from his body and gave Shihori a terrifying glare, he was quivering in anger at the sight of the grin she had on her face, “You think this is funny?!” Shihori snickered to herself amidst all the pain that racked her body, she quickly wiped her nose with the back of her arm, “What’s the matter? You got sharp pains in your tummy?” He let out an audible hiss of anger while Shihori mocked him with cheesy one-liners. He flourished both his blades and gave no indication he intended to address his still bleeding wounds. This caught Shihori’s attention and it stifled her laughter in a hurry, “I hate to admit it Kanzō, but you’re one tough son of a bitch. Part of me held out hope that I’d be able to finish you off quickly. Now the Saiyan in me is overwhelmed that I get to challenge myself against your power. See?” Shihori held up one of her hands that was visibly trembling, “That’s not fear either. I’m so god damn excited I can barely contain myself.” Kanzō sneered at her with a sense of malice beneath his smile, “You really are all talk, aren’t you? Do you even believe half the bull shit that comes out of your mouth?” Shihori threw her hands out in front of herself and positioned the sword horizontally in front of her body. She smirked at him like she couldn’t hide the enjoyment she was getting out of this despite her battered appearance, “Maybe Vegeta is starting to rub off on me after all.” She began to spike her power level very quickly; her body became engulfed in a raging golden aura that was nearly blinding to look at directly. Her irises became sharper and more defined, he hair began to grow out rapidly down past her waist, the electrical discharge surrounding her body became more pronounced and erratic. She cried out loud in a feral scream as her ki erupted forth in a massive burst of energy, “HAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Kanzō blinked the spots from his eyes and was finally able to refocus his gaze on her. He seemed curious as to what type of transformation she had just undertaken, he had quite a bit of cocky mirth to dish out in response, “So you can grow out your hair? Oh, isn’t that cute.” Shihori seemed deadly focused on him as her shining golden aura subsided and erupted in small electrical discharges from around her body, “You should be grateful Kanzō. Only those I deem a serious threat ever get to see Super Saiyan 3.” She narrowed her eyes at him, “And one last thing….” Shihori adjusted her katana in hand into a low-ready position, she leaned forward like a predatory animal ready to attack, “I’m not just cute, I’m f*@$ing adorable.” Shihori’s body disappeared from view shortly after she made her move. Kanzō’s eyes and energy sensing abilities struggled to follow her movements. She came at him from high on his strong side, slashing down and across in a follow through cut with her sword. They clashed blades at the last instant and sparks flew off the steel upon contact. Shihori pulled her blade back as she hit the ground, he was quickly on the defensive but lagged behind in reaction time. She threw a horizontal slash across his neck but before his throat was cut open, he pushed her blade up which drew a deep gash across the bridge of his nose. Purple blood began to drain out of the fresh wound onto his face. Kanzō threw himself forward with blood streaming off his face and he came at her ferociously with his duel wielding technique. He attempted to trap her blade and negate her increase in speed, but Shihori only kicked it up a notch in her reaction time. Her body flowed around his attacks and struck out in an attack to defend strategy which quickly overwhelmed his blade work. Kanzō was staggered by her barrage of lightning fast attacks, it appeared like her arms weren’t evening moving from their resting position while the blade seemed to attack on its own at high speed. Kanzō made a calculated effort to strike out and break up her rhythm which allowed a momentary pause in her attacks. It was enough to give him some breathing room to maneuver out of her overpowering weapon envelope. Shihori and Kanzō briefly separated and began to run parallel to one another, eyes locked onto each other with deadly focus. Each step the other made drew marks of blood on the ground in their wake as they moved, purple for Kanzō and red for Shihori. Neither let the pain show and neither genuinely cared in that moment, the only thing that mattered was the outcome of this battle. Shihori rushed in to strike at her wounded prey with fierce velocity that could barely be traced by his focused eyes. They clashed in a shower of sparks and ringing of steel. Kanzō had begun to falter under her impressively strong blows, he threw away questions of how someone so small could be so strong, those distractions would only send him toward an untimely demise. He quickly realized that he needed to sacrifice a little more to gain the upper hand, her blade contacted his longsword again in a shower of sparks. He hooked his knife under her blade and pulled the point of her sword straight into his support arm until it cleared completely through his flesh and came out the opposite side of his bicep. He reflexively dropped the knife onto the ground when his arm was pierced by her blade, but he managed to keep her sword trapped against his body. He switched hands with his longsword for a brief moment to enable his free, undamaged hand to throw a last-ditch power punch directly into her face. Shihori slid back across the ground on her heels under the immense stunning force of the blow. Her sword was forcibly wrenched out of his bicep as her body was thrust away from him in an instant. She remained on her feet after the massive hit but appeared in disarray as she tried to regain her composure. Kanzō seized the moment to bring his weapon back into his dominant hand and he dashed forward with a horizontal cut to bifurcate her at the waist. The longsword quickly came cutting across Shihori’s waist with a flash and Kanzō powered through the attack to ensure a clean finishing blow. He had a very self-satisfied smirk on his face as he passed by Shihori with a clean cut, but very quickly he came to the realization that he felt no resistance as the sword passed through its intended target. He looked behind to see that a translucent after-image of the rabbit eared woman fade from view, he was overcome with a sickening feeling of dread as his attention was seized by movement coming from above him. Shihori came at him from the sky with her steely eyed gaze and sword held high above her head. Kanzō reacted with the only thing he could manage, he attempted to bring his sword up to block the overhead strike, but she moved too fast for him. Shihori adjusted her point of aim at the last possible moment, the katana’s blade swept down through his forearm with such power that it offered little in the way of resistance. Kanzō’s weapon hand clattered to the ground still clutching the long sword between its curled fingers. He looked at the stump that remained of his arm, cleaved through cleanly just below the elbow. He screamed out loud in anguish when the realization came that he’d been dismembered. He staggered back clutching his stump which was profusely flowing purple blood from what remained of his arm. He finally collapsed to his back side as his face was twisted in pain, his body shaking from the rush of endorphins he was feeling after such a traumatic injury. Shihori wordlessly retrieved his weapon from his severed hand, she coldly kicked the severed limb out of her way like a piece of trash on the street. Kanzō crawled backwards as she approached him seething animosity written across her face, “Please, Shihori! Let me go! I swear that I’ll disappear, you’ll never see me again!” She stopped at his feet, looming over him with two swords clutched in her grasp, the stare of hatred she laid on him never wavered for a moment. Kanzō continued to crawl backwards until he could go no further. He looked back and noticed he had reached the edge of the ravine in which they were fighting. Yet, there on the ground behind him laid a potential solution to his problems. He reached back with his remaining hand to the ground behind him and clutched his fallen knife off the ground. He stealthily slid it behind his body to conceal it from view, continuing his ruse of begging for mercy. “I was wrong for what I did to you. Show me mercy, I beg of you!” Shihori stepped forward to deliver her intended killing blow as promised. He seized his chance once he saw her open herself up to attack, he lunged forward with the aim to impale her in the chest like he had done before. Shihori reacted in a flash and brought his own longsword down to parry the knife, her own katana quickly cutting horizontally through the air in a flash of steel that left a crescent shaped after-image in the wake of the cut. Shihori froze and closed her eyes, exhaling very slowly, purple blood dripping off the edge of her sword. Kanzo’s body was also frozen in place, his eyes focused on Shihori who stood directly over the top of him. Shihori was the first to move as she reared back a leg and kicked his body over onto the ground. His head coming off his shoulders in a gush of blood as it rolled free from his body and tumbled over the edge of the ravine. She whipped her sword out to her side to clear the blade of his blood. She planted his longsword tip down into the soil, now using both hands to carefully wipe her blade and calmly sheath the sword in its scabbard. Shihori powered down to Super Saiyan with a sigh, her hair quickly receding to its normal dimensions. She reached down to her belt and untied a brown bag from around her waist. She began to dig inside the bag with a rattle that sounded like she was sifting through dried beans. She retrieved a senzu from the bag and promptly ate it with a *crunch* and swallowed the healing bean. The injuries she sustained were completely healed and her energy levels stabilized after pushing herself to Super Saiyan 3. Aside from her battle-damaged armor and blood-stained body, she was right as rain. She quickly went about retrieving the sheath from Kanzō’s fallen body, she hastily attached it to her belt on the opposite hip. Shihori looked to the sky to search the area and sense out where he father was located, “Hang in there Papa. I’m coming.” She snatched the longsword from the ground and secured it in the sheath before she jumped into the sky and took off in a golden streak.[/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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