Linedwell Rainrex wrote:Task Name: Defend the Dojo
Tier: 1
NPC or PC: NPC
Location: Karate Island
Crew, Team, or Personal: Team
Description: A rival dojo has finally decided to attack Mr. Miyagi's dojo on Karate Island with the intention of showing that their dojo is the superior one. Sadly, Mr. Miyagi decided to take a nap and leave the task of defending the dojo to his students.
Enemy Details: 10 Tier 0 Yellow Belts, 5 Tier 1 Brown Belts
Boss: No

Only about an hour or so had passed since Linedwell had made his way from the Inn and was now training once again under the tutelage of Mr. Miyagi within his dojo...well, not "exactly" under Mr. Miyagi's tutelage. Even though this was the second day he'd been training within the dojo, Mr. Miyagi had yet to personally train him after their spar the previous day. Instead, Mr. Miyagi seemed to only want Linedwell to build himself up through use of the equipment within the hall. Though a bit disappointed in this, he knew he couldn't exactly doubt the man too soon. He'd shown Linedwell just how strong he was, and if Linedwell wanted to attain even something close to that he'd partake in any training that the old man suggested.

The longer he trained on the equipment, the more he had to admit that he could feel a change in himself. His stamina seemed to skyrocket, just as Mr. Miyagi had mentioned the previous day. It seemed as though it was a combination of both the spar and the equipment that opened up the capability for Linedwell to heal at such a rate as well as pushing past his previous limitations. So far there wasn't anyone else in the dojo, outside of Mr. Miyagi, but he appeared to be focused on his own training compared to anyone elses. Linedwell wondered if the two others he'd met the previous day would show up, but he decided to follow Mr. Miyagi's example and worry about himself instead. With this in mind, Linedwell threw himself back into his training.


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The huge man would begin walking through the dojo. A lot had happened to him in those fleeting hours. Unlike a lot of the others Qilin was under the direct guidance of the sensei. It wasn’t because of any particular fondness from what he could tell. It was more so that his body was already conditioned for the lesson and rigorous training that Mr. Miyagi would be putting them through. However, today he was left to his own devices as much of his training was opposite from the others in the dojo. While they were learning to build strength his was learning restraint, they were learning to move more quickly he was learning to be more patient. It was a frustrating thing that Qilin did not understand looking at it in retrospect. However when you cannot hold a glass without breaking it due to the miscalculation of your own strength then you come to appreciate such things. He was in the meditation room doing just that meditating. He was not one big on the ceremonial aspects of the Martial arts. He preferred to strip it down bare and use what works and discard the rest. Yet meditation seemed to help him in more ways than one. It allowed him to think peacefully without his mind being distorted. It calmed that rage in his body that seemed to swell up and wreak havoc on everything nearby. Most importantly it gave him a sense of peace he had found nowhere else. Out of all the combat techniques or any lesson the old man had taught him meditation had to be the the single most important. It was something he was learning to love and now he was doing it quite often. He had mastered it to a degree that Miyagi had struck his body several times with his wooden cane while he was in a deep meditative state and he did not realize it. Even a monster such as him needed peace of mind. He was not immune to the stress of the world and the burdens that came along with it. 

WC: 351

As time passed and Linedwell's training within the dojo continued, he began to wonder exactly how long he'd be training without any direct interaction with Mr. Miyagi. Though there wasn't necessarily anything wrong with running on the treadmills, punching the speed bags, or doing multiple pushups - but he wondered for for exactly how long he'd need to partake in training himself up before he'd actually be considered ready for whatever Mr. Miyagi had to teach him. He knew it was never wise to question the Sensei, but the impatience that Linedwell always had a hard time fighting against was beginning to get the better of him.

Linedwell could have simply decided to put all of this impatience into motivating himself to build himself up at an even faster pace, which would have then forced Mr. Miyagi's hand and MADE the man train him...but instead, Linedwell decided he needed to know these ancient secrets and techniques now and that he couldn't afford to train in this manner for much longer. After getting up out of push-up position and standing up, Linedwell began to make his way towards the front of the dojo. The closer he came to the front of the dojo, the more he began to hear the voices of multiple people. They all sounded as if they were highly disgruntled, yet, in the midst of all the confusion Linedwell could clearly make out Mr. Miyagi's voice. His tone sounded calm, the same way it always sounded. It appeared as if he were trying to quell whatever situation was going on outside.

The situation appeared to be dying down, as the disgruntled voices soon came to an end - but almost immediately after, the doors to the dojo slip open. Mr. Miyagi then walked back inside, but this time he was followed by a crowd of men dressed in gi's. Men dressed in gi's weren't exactly an uncommon site on Karate Island, but Mr. Miyagi rarely took this many apprentices. Maybe something had changed recently? There was a tinge of annoyance at the idea that Linedwell would have to compete with about fifteen other students in order to get Mr. Miyagi's attention - but this jealousy was soon replaced with confusion as Mr. Miyagi soon called out for both he and Amatsu.

"Amatsu...Linedwell! These young men behind me seem to have a bone to pick with my dojo. As my students, I'll be tasking you both it's defense. Any questions? I thought so. I'll be going to take my nap now. Alert me when things are finished."

Before anyone could stop the old man or dispute anything with him, Mr. Miyagi was gone, walking into his bedroom and closing the door behind him. There was a few moments of awkward silence as both sides attempted to make sense of what just happened. Linedwell, however, took a very short time putting any of this together. A grin crept across his lips as he put together in his mind a scenario that made complete sense to him. These fifteen men in front of him weren't fellow students; they were enemies. As such, it was his duty as a student of this dojo to defend it no matter who the opponent. Right now, his only competition would be Amatsu...meaning, if he took out more of these opponents than Amatsu, maybe Mr. Miyagi would give Linedwell the tutelage he needed.

With this thought in mind, Linedwell knew he'd need to outclass Amatsu here. With his left hand reaching down, he grabbed hold of the handle of O-Ren Ishii. If his goal now was to take out more opponents than Amatsu, then he'd start off by using his strongest technique. Closing his eyes for a few moments, Linedwell began to meditate. Though this may have seemed to be a show of arrogance on Linedwell's part, it was actually the opposite. In order to gain access to this technique, he needed to reach a state of kenshō. This process was never exactly easy to accomplish, but Linedwell we beginning to become more practiced is the task, and the time in which it took to tap into his true nature began to take less and less time. Soon, Linedwell felt this "true" nature of his would soon always be on the surface, and he didn't exactly have any qualms with that.

While Linedwell was in the process of this meditation, five of the yellow belts in the group began to inch closer and closer to Linedwell's position until they were now at a distance that consisted of distance of about a meter and a half away. Yet, before they could act, Linedwell's predatory nature soon kicked in, causing him to dash forward in the direction of the opponent nearest to him. Once he reached a distance of 4/5th's away from the male, he unsheathed his blade before slashing horizontally. By making use of the added power created by the rapid unsheathing of the blade, he was able to create a one meter extension to his Tozume, technique. Since these five enemies were all situation in front of Linedwell, and since this slash was one that had been horizontal, they were all within range of the slash. Given how fast Linedwell was able to move - a speed of movement that was equal to that of a bullet fired from an average firearm - Linedwell had been able to catch these five enemy unawares. The thin blade of compressed air held enough power once it landed across the abdomens of these men to bisect them, causing sprays of blood to color the dojo.

Mr. Miyagi's only order had been to defend the dojo, but he hadn't spoken out against killing these men. In Linedwell's mind, the leaving out of that specification meant he was free to deal with these men as he pleased. After all, Linedwell wielded a sword and they were meant to cut...he'd be doing his blade an injustice if he didn't quench it in blood every now and then.


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Enemies Left: 5 Tier 0 Yellow Belts, 5 Tier 1 Brown Belts

Stamina Remaining - 190/250:

As he heard his name being called to defend the dojo Qilin’s eyes popped open from the meditative state they were in. He removed the Gi top revealing a muscular physique outlined with years’ worth of scars. His life’s portrait painted on his body in the form of elaborate tattoos as the rather large man stood erect to face this challenge. Qilin had already gained some notoriety on the island so many of the would be invaders shrank back when they saw him. 

He charged like a raging bull past the yellow belts as he smirked at Linedwell and stated just loud enough for him to hear it. “Mr. Miyagi teaches us the importance of quality over quantity… or as he says surplus is no substitution for substance”. As he stated this he blew past the yellow belt peons and shoulder tackled one of the brown belts in the back. The brown belt tried to quickly get up but Qilin quickly trapped his arm between his ribs and his elbow transitioning into an arm bar and applying pressure. Satisfied with hearing the snap. He did a quick combat roll avoiding the boot that was aimed for his head while he was prone. However his massive hand lagged behind in order to grasp the opportunists shin and give a swift yank that took him off of his vertical base.

 This gave Qilin enough to stand erect and just as the man picked himself back up the Amatsu had got a full start on a running lariat that plowed him down. The force of it caused he man’s body to summersault wildly in the air before hitting the ground with a thud that they could probably feel back at the dojo. He felt a leg connect with his back from one of the standing brown belts and he winced a bit before he turned around just in time to catch the man trying to repeat the kick again. He lifted his left knee pointing his toes downward as the man’s shin collided with his almost snapping in half. He had learned how to properly check a kick when he first got to the dojo and since mastered the art. The knee raised would be brought down hard in order to gain momentum for a foot jab that sent the injured brown belt to the ground with the wind knocked out of him. The action was so swift that Qilin barely felt his foot sink into the chest cavity before pulling it back quickly. One of the lesser yellow belts came to attempt to stop the brutality that was taking place before his eyes only to catch a powerful jab to the face followed by a right cross that caused his legs to buckle and twitch. A solid uppercut would follow as the combination of blood and teeth shot from his mouth in a projectile like fashion. His body slumped over lazily and Qilin raised his right hand to his line of site where a molar had wedged itself between his middle and index knuckle. He winced a bit as he pulled it out now looking back to see how Linedwell was doing before focusing back on the fight and seeing the man who’s arm he had broken attempting to stand. A running soccer kick would be performed as colossal foot met the bridge of the man’s nose and the crack rang through the air as vitae painted the grass red. The body slid across the open field like friction did not exist before colliding with one of the larger trees in the area.

 Enemies Left: 4 Tier 0 Yellow Belts, 2 Tier 1 Brown Belts

Linedwell couldn't help himself from rolling his eyes as Amatsu came barreling past him and towards the higher ranking enemies in the back, but he couldn't deny that what Amatsu said was true. Linedwell had only been thinking about taking these enemies out based on their numbers, but he hadn't been thinking in the terms that Mr. Miyagi may have. A man of his caliber was likely to praise the one that managed to take out the leaders of this ragtag team of idiots.

With a sigh, Linedwell quickly shook the blood off his blade before sheathing it once more. Right now, the rest of the attackers of the dojo were beginning to try and swarm Amatsu at about a distance of five meters away from Linedwell. It seemed they perceived the tall man as the bigger threat, and Linedwell would make sure to take advantage of that. Given that his techniques were truly built around assassination, he'd be able to bring them down swiftly.

With the remaining six enemies surrounding Amatsu, Linedwell dashed off at full speed in the direction of one of the brown belts. This opponent had his back to Linedwell, and thus, at the speed in which Linedwell was moving at this point in time, he wouldn't be able to perceive what was going on. Closing the distance of five meters between himself and the brown belt within almost an instant, Linedwell's blade had already been unsheathed from it's scabbard and was now instead sheathed inside of Linedwell's opponent - the blade entering the male's back, puncturing his heart, and exiting out of his chest. The man was dead within almost the same instant the attack landed, and Linedwell quickly unsheathed the blade once more. Once again, he performed the act of Chiburi - shaking the blood off of his blade - before he took the act of sheathing the blade within its scabbard once more.

Sadly, the other brown belt within the dojo had been witness to Linedwell's act. This went against Linedwell's game plan of killing them while they were unaware, but he still had work he needed to do either way. With his right hand on the hilt of his blade, he prepared himself to dash in the direction of his next opponent. The next brown belt stood at a distance of about a meter away, and it seemed he'd come with a weapon. Out of his gi, the brown belt seemed to pull out what appeared to be a tanto. It was a bit unexpected, as Linedwell merely assumed these students were all simply trained in hand to hand combat, but this didn't phase him much.

With a short bow of respect in the direction of the brown belt, Linedwell quickly darted off in full speed towards him. Once within 4/5th's range of the male, Linedwell's blade had now been unsheathed with his right hand and coming up vertically with a slash. The brown belt seemed to have a good enough reaction time to bring up his tanto horizontally in the projected path of the slash, yet, before the two blades would clash Linedwell would palm the blade, dropping it down from his right hand to his left. This process would alter the path of the vertical slash, completely ruining the brown belts defense. Once the slash made contact in the middle of the brown belts abdomen, blood began to spurt furiously. The mess associated with such close quarters combat had always been one of the reasons Linedwell abhorred it.

With the two brown belts dealt with, the only other threats now were in the form of the remaining yellow belts. Linedwell was beginning to feel the strain of battle on him, even though these opponents weren't necessarily too much of a threat. The most straining part of this battle was currently his Satori technique. He'd practiced with it numerous times before, but maintaining this form was something that had always tired him out quickly. In simple terms, he was maintaining a power and persona that his body had yet been trained enough to bear, but the ability to tap into power such as this was far too enticing not to delve into.

Out of the corner of his eye, Linedwell managed to notice that one of the challengers seemed to slowly backing out of the dojo. He was about a distance of ten meters away from Linedwell, and with his widened eyes and shaky stance it was obvious that remaining here wasn't something he wanted to do...but he had to know that it was far too late to back down from a challenge such as this one. Deciding not to let this man exit, the black haired Marine began to close the distance between himself and the yellow belt as quickly as he could, culminating in a travel time that took less than a second in total. Because his blade was unsheathed, he couldn't make use of any other techniques at his disposal and because there was still some form of pity that Linedwell held for this male he decided to attack without use of his blade. Pivoting on his left foot, Linedwell kicked hard into the male's side with his right foot. Even though Linedwell wasn't exactly trained in any martial art, a kick such as this one moving at a speed in which Linedwell was capable of moving had the ability to break many things - and the bones of Linedwell's victim were included in this list.


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Enemies Left: 3 Tier 0 Yellow Belts, 0 Tier 1 Brown Belts

Stamina Remaining - 160/250:

He watched as what he guess he could consider a temporary ally dispatch more of the opposition as they began to surround him. Qilin was the much bigger man so it was no doubt that they would consider him the bigger threat. Of course in his mind they would be correct in this matter but he would keep that to himself for now. He eyes the remaining opponents and decided to go with the higher ranking members first.  Qilin was Orthodox so he slid his right foot forward about 5 inches and widened his stance about shoulder width. His left hand rested about a half inch from his cheek. His chin was held down as his right hand was held up in front of his face slightly below his line of sight. He kept his weight on his back foot and his front foot stayed on the balls. His head slightly moved from left to right and his foot work was a hybrid of a Thai march and a boxing shuffle. 

Qilin would merely walk towards his opponent. His guard stayed up and his eyes stayed locked center mass of his opposition. His foot work stayed consistent leading with the front right each time to make sure they did not cross. He would only travel half the distance between them however and that's when they would meet to do combat. The rhythm of his head movement and his footwork would pick up and his hands would go from a tight fist to a more relaxed position where they barely curled. A smile crossed his face as her would simply wait for his opponent to come in. It was time to get this thing moving. The brown belt laxed his body posture as his seemingly new opponent made himself more comfortable and quick-moving, the man noticing the slight curling of Qilins fists, the ever-present consistency of footwork being made into motion. He had began walking a second after the other man had began his walk, shedding from himself his dark cloak and backpack to reveal the standard uniform his dojo more than always wore. 

The other martial artists seemed to breathe, taking in slight gasps of breath as he made a rather slow but efficient walking pace; his legs were never that far apart, but kept his left leg always just relatively shoulder distant from his right. His fists were slightly balled in, thumbs resting on the outside of his fist, but barely enough to cause the pressure to close in for a full in-tact fist. Even so, his strides seemed long and quick, although he was buying time to study the stance of his opponent and Qilin knew it. Standing but a meter away from the rather large man when he ceased his movement the brown belt would nod silently and propose a question as he took the stance customary to a martial arts he had taken a moderate study in. Where is Mr. Miyagi?  

The adversary turned his body to the side to present himself as a smaller target, his knees slightly bent for balance and agility, ultimately his feet about two shoulder widths apart, and hands up, protecting the head. Qilin would smile as the man started to close the gap and got ever so close. The opponent was only a meter away but Qilin would give no ground. He was already half way of the distance they both were and it would be up to his opponent to cover his ground. His movements would stay consistent eyes focused on his opponent as he decided to speak. He could have simply attacked him when started talking but he wanted to test his opponent’s true skill. So he decided to let the man finish his question and Qilins response would be simple. "Beat me and I will tell you" as he spoke his guard and movement stayed vigilant and he began to circle to the right slightly. He was hoping this would be entertaining at least for the next few minutes. There would be an absence of subtle movements and planned decision making as the intensity of the combative air began to stir with anticipation and the unexpected results of a conflict. Qilin kept his eyes on the brown belt opponent, who made a motion to shift himself over to the right in a circular pattern, probably to initiate some sequence of attacks of varying degrees of intensity. With the majority weight of his body shifted to the balls of his heels, the brown belt threw his right arm back as his right leg would extend outwards at half a second's speed, the knee snapping and the fore leg reaching out to intercept the man at his stride, catching him as his body made that momentary shift in transition from stationary to active stance.

 A smile would cross Qilin's face as he would allow the man to catch his foot no doubt moving the feet to avoid the other extremities. There was a flaw in the man's defense as Qilins foot jab was immediately put into play after he checked his opponents kick which meant his opponent caught his foot before his leg touched the ground leaving only a singular point of contact for his opponent and himself at their base. The positioning of his oppositions hands were easily read and although allowed to catch the kick he would not allow the extra second to latch down. As the back leg which held a majority of his weight sprung forward using the man's loose grip as a platform for a jumping, straight knee to his oppositions face before he could plant his foot and in any result forcing the release of his limb. The transition was smooth and if you blinked you would miss it. The goal was to connect to the bridge of the nose and strike soft tissue with hard bone in the most ferocious displays of impact possible and he had succeeded as blood would come pouring from his nostrils.  A delayed yet swift palm would linger behind the knee attempt in a fraction of a second afterward to make contact under the chin in a linear fashion. It was carried with enough force to jar the bottom jaw with the main portion of the skull. Using momentum as an ally he intended to exploit his opponent’s current position. As the palm connected it sent the brown belt in flight landing on the ground violently. He had taken care of the last of the higher ranks and would leave the other guy to play with the children. He had no patience for it. With that he would give a distasteful and sloppy marine salute mockingly and make his way back inside.

-exit-

WC: 1,219

Enemies Left: 3 Tier 0 Yellow Belts

Upon taking out the yellow belt with a simple kick, Linedwell managed to catch a glimpse of Amatsu out of the corner of his eye. His fellow student appeared to leaving, and Linedwell could only surmise that the hulking male wasn't exactly entertained by this situation any longer, and Linedwell could sympathize completely. Once the higher ranking opponents had been taken out and only the yellow belts were left, there wasn't exactly anyone worthy to fight anymore - even though the brown belts weren't exactly that skilled anyway. Linedwell wasn't exactly sure why the weakest members of a dojo would attempt to attack another dojo - but he assumed that maybe these members acted on their own out of their respect for their master and without his authority. This situation would likely cause more drama in the future, but that wasn't Linedwell's concern. If something more came of their defense of their own dojo, then so be it, and right now there were still three more enemies that needed taking care of.

The nearest yellow belt to Linedwell stood at a distance of about seven meters from him. This man held an expression that seemed to be filled with rage - completely different from the male that Linedwell had just incapacitated. If this man were allowed to leave he'd surely attempt to seek revenge...and people with this desire in their hearts were dangerous. Without any other warning, Linedwell quickly pushed off of the floor with his right foot, kicking himself into the direction of the yellow belt at full speed. With his blade still drawn from its sheathe, Linedwell pierced forward, impaling the male in the throat. With the blade hitting its mark, Linedwell swiftly followed this action up by swinging the blade to the right and cutting through another portion of the throat in order to free his blade.

The black-haired male's eyes rapidly scanned the dojo once again before catching sight of the two remaining yellow belts. They weren't standing near each other, meaning if Linedwelll went for one of them, it would give the other opponent time to either flee or act. Linedwell decided he wouldn't give either of them a mercy such as this one. Raising his right hand up - the one that held O-Ren Ishii - Linedwell promptly swung it in the direction of one of the yellow belts before letting go. While the blade swished through the air towards one opponent, Linedwell raced in the direction of the other opponent at full speed.

Within the same instance, both Linedwell's skull-crushing punch was able to land on one of the yellow belts, while his sword was able to pierce through the eye of the other remaining yellow belt. With the battle finally competed, Linedwell decided that it was now about time to wake Mr. Miyagi up from his nap and inform him of the successful dojo defense. Hopefully a few of the maids would be able to clean up the mess caused as a result of the battle.

-Exit-

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Enemies Left: 0

Stamina Remaining - 145/250: