Beyond Limitations

[KeotsuEclipse]

Rules: Taijutsu and Kenjustu (/Weapon Play) only. No chakra.

Mifune bio. He'll be using "Tender Hands," listed in the bio.

Terrain: A rocky quarry in the midst of winter - it's snowing lightly.

 

[Alternative]

[video=youtube;A-ZQBgjP4UI]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-ZQBgjP4UI[/video]

If you'll allow me to, it sounds like fun. :3 Sasagawa Ryohei bio. I know it's not mentioned in there (which I should have) but he'll be wearing Brass Knuckles instead of using a sword, just so I have something to defend against your sword instead of plain fists.

You go first

 

[KeotsuEclipse]

[video=youtube;A-ZQBgjP4UI]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-ZQBgjP4UI[/video]

If you'll allow me to, it sounds like fun. :3 Sasagawa Ryohei bio. I know it's not mentioned in there (which I should have) but he'll be wearing Brass Knuckles instead of using a sword, just so I have something to defend against your sword instead of plain fists.

You go first

Works for me. ^_^
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*Mifune raises his eyebrow as he sees the young man across from him.*

"I haven't seen your face before...."

*Whilst saying this, Mifune then proceeds to assume the chudan kendo stance, holding his blade out infront of him, lining the tip up with the area between Ryohei's eyes, which should prevent him from being able to see just how far away the blade is.

Slowly approaching, Mifune quickly rushes onto the offensive, raising his blade to the left and giving forth a quick cut, aiming to slash at Ryohei's right shoulder.*

 

[Alternative]

Works for me. ^_^
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*Mifune raises his eyebrow as he sees the young man across from him.*

"I haven't seen your face before...."

*Whilst saying this, Mifune then proceeds to assume the chudan kendo stance, holding his blade out infront of him, lining the tip up with the area between Ryohei's eyes, which should prevent him from being able to see just how far away the blade is.

Slowly approaching, Mifune quickly rushes onto the offensive, raising his blade to the left and giving forth a quick cut, aiming to slash at Ryohei's right shoulder.*

I'm assuming we start mid-range.
Also I'm sorry but a story must be created out of this. U_U

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To the extreme!
Ryohei's motto, he lived by this very phrase, applying it to everything he did. It was rather simple, yes, but it worked for his lifestyle, fighting with his dying will all the time, living like he could die at any moment. Little did he know that moment may be today.
Decked out in a standard running apparel, Ryohei was on a morning run through the winter months, where he would need the most discipline to train his body. He was constantly running, punching the air in front of him as a sign of him being a boxer, first and foremost.
A blonde man stood before Ryohei on his run, a man with draping blonde hair, holding a katana on his side. The boxer stopped his punching motions and run before the man in blonde, while he raised an eyebrow at him. "I haven't seen your face before...." he mentioned calmly. It was rare, to see a samurai in this day and age of shinobi, especially one with this level of killing intent on random people training their bodies. Maybe Mifune would respect that he was training, but maybe an exchange of fists would be better to suit the moment.

Ryohei didn't know what to say to the man, while he unsheathed what seemed to be a katana made specifically for him from the scabbard hanging from his side. He knew he was in for a fight, with his life on the line; just the way the boxer would have liked it.
"A katana? I haven't fought against one of those types in a long time" Ryohei said calmly. He reached to his right side ninja pouch, revealing two brass knuckles, something he wouldn't imagine himself using. "But this means you're up for an extreme fight!" The boy's voice was raised to something loud, almost deafening. Any man could tell of the enthusiasm which lied within Ryohei's strained voice. He took the brass knuckles, fastening them around his left and right hands, and proceeding to raise them into a boxer's stance. It was his only way to counteract a blade, after all.

Mifune's reckless actions seemed something like that of a novice to the sword arts. Rushing in, leaving no room for error, it reminded Ryohei of what he was like when he started out as a boxer. He was alert of the man draped in blonde and all of his movements, making note of his pacing towards him and trying to make out even minor muscle contractions. The katana was raised towards his own right side, a reckless move for someone who seemed as seasoned as Mifune did. Maybe it was a test to try and react to his actions, it didn't seem like a simple mistake a veteran would make. Ryohei simply tensed his own right arm, making a fist and raising it to counter the katana slicing down at his shoulder with the brass knuckles he equipped earlier. Simultaneously, he moved his right foot backwards behind his left to help support the force Mifune was laying on his fist. This is gonna be an extremely tough fight. Ryohei thought after feeling the strike of the blade at his knuckles. "You seem like an extremely tough opponent!" Ryohei murmured to the blonde as the strike took place. "But now it's my turn! Extreme left jab!" Ryohei's voice was raised again as he aimed his left fist in an underhanded jab towards the lower half of Mifune's left abdomen, in order to get the sword off of him. The stance he was holding did seem to be uncomfortable, but he was able to hold it out as he delivered a blow to the samurai standing before him.

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If it's any consolation, I mean by brass knuckles that they're not pointy or anything, but more like gloves coated in metal covering the majority of the hand barring the fingers. I couldn't find the word for it, but I'll try to get a piture of what I mean.

 

[KeotsuEclipse]

I'm assuming we start mid-range.
Also I'm sorry but a story must be created out of this. U_U

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To the extreme!
Ryohei's motto, he lived by this very phrase, applying it to everything he did. It was rather simple, yes, but it worked for his lifestyle, fighting with his dying will all the time, living like he could die at any moment. Little did he know that moment may be today.
Decked out in a standard running apparel, Ryohei was on a morning run through the winter months, where he would need the most discipline to train his body. He was constantly running, punching the air in front of him as a sign of him being a boxer, first and foremost.
A blonde man stood before Ryohei on his run, a man with draping blonde hair, holding a katana on his side. The boxer stopped his punching motions and run before the man in blonde, while he raised an eyebrow at him. "I haven't seen your face before...." he mentioned calmly. It was rare, to see a samurai in this day and age of shinobi, especially one with this level of killing intent on random people training their bodies. Maybe Mifune would respect that he was training, but maybe an exchange of fists would be better to suit the moment.

Ryohei didn't know what to say to the man, while he unsheathed what seemed to be a katana made specifically for him from the scabbard hanging from his side. He knew he was in for a fight, with his life on the line; just the way the boxer would have liked it.
"A katana? I haven't fought against one of those types in a long time" Ryohei said calmly. He reached to his right side ninja pouch, revealing two brass knuckles, something he wouldn't imagine himself using. "But this means you're up for an extreme fight!" The boy's voice was raised to something loud, almost deafening. Any man could tell of the enthusiasm which lied within Ryohei's strained voice. He took the brass knuckles, fastening them around his left and right hands, and proceeding to raise them into a boxer's stance. It was his only way to counteract a blade, after all.

Mifune's reckless actions seemed something like that of a novice to the sword arts. Rushing in, leaving no room for error, it reminded Ryohei of what he was like when he started out as a boxer. He was alert of the man draped in blonde and all of his movements, making note of his pacing towards him and trying to make out even minor muscle contractions. The katana was raised towards his own right side, a reckless move for someone who seemed as seasoned as Mifune did. Maybe it was a test to try and react to his actions, it didn't seem like a simple mistake a veteran would make. Ryohei simply tensed his own right arm, making a fist and raising it to counter the katana slicing down at his shoulder with the brass knuckles he equipped earlier. Simultaneously, he moved his right foot backwards behind his left to help support the force Mifune was laying on his fist. This is gonna be an extremely tough fight. Ryohei thought after feeling the strike of the blade at his knuckles. "You seem like an extremely tough opponent!" Ryohei murmured to the blonde as the strike took place. "But now it's my turn! Extreme left jab!" Ryohei's voice was raised again as he aimed his left fist in an underhanded jab towards the lower half of Mifune's left abdomen, in order to get the sword off of him. The stance he was holding did seem to be uncomfortable, but he was able to hold it out as he delivered a blow to the samurai standing before him.

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If it's any consolation, I mean by brass knuckles that they're not pointy or anything, but more like gloves coated in metal covering the majority of the hand barring the fingers. I couldn't find the word for it, but I'll try to get a piture of what I mean.

Gauntlet?
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*Mifune wasted no time as he drew his blade - thought he did not recognize the face before him, he had been tailed by a group of assassin's for the last several days. He could take no chances that this man was not apart of them.

It seemed, however, that the stranger saw through his ruse. It was not like Mifune to demonstrate exactly what he was capable of immediately, however, his opponent was not fooled.

Even so, Mifune's calculated slash towards the right side seemed to work out in his favor, as he had predicted, as his energetic opponent exclaimed out, using the gauntlet on his right hand stopped the blade - Mifune, having a grip on Masamune with both hands, simply releases his grip with his right hand, and thus gabs his opponent's fist as it comes forward, stopping the blow. With a simple movement of his wrist, he forces the fighter's hand backwards, aiming to break his wrist, or at least drive him to the ground.

He leaves the simple motion as it is, aiming to let the very reactions the young man makes be his undoing. *

 

[Alternative]

Gauntlet?
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*Mifune wasted no time as he drew his blade - thought he did not recognize the face before him, he had been tailed by a group of assassin's for the last several days. He could take no chances that this man was not apart of them.

It seemed, however, that the stranger saw through his ruse. It was not like Mifune to demonstrate exactly what he was capable of immediately, however, his opponent was not fooled.

Even so, Mifune's calculated slash towards the right side seemed to work out in his favor, as he had predicted, as his energetic opponent exclaimed out, using the gauntlet on his right hand stopped the blade - Mifune, having a grip on Masamune with both hands, simply releases his grip with his right hand, and thus gabs his opponent's fist as it comes forward, stopping the blow. With a simple movement of his wrist, he forces the fighter's hand backwards, aiming to break his wrist, or at least drive him to the ground.

He leaves the simple motion as it is, aiming to let the very reactions the young man makes be his undoing. *

That's the word I'm looking for! xD
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It seems like the swordsman before him started to get a little more serious with this fight, being able to halt a swift movement like an underhanded jab. An impressive feat, even Ryohei who stood before him was shocked at how quickly he could reciprocate to someone else's movements - A true samurai in this world of shinobi.
Mifune's reaction time had really put the boxer himself in a bit of a pickle, it fired him up. He as a boxer at heart was naturally impressed with his hand to hand combat ability, even though the fact he was a swordsman be trade.
"Oh, that was impressive to the extreme!" Ryohei mentioned to the blonde man with his tone raising as he finished speaking. His face started to twitch in agony from the awkward way Mifune was making him hold his left fist, the pain was starting to get to him, even if it would put the samurai himself into a bit of strife. He was struggling to think of a way of getting out of this mess; both his hands were occupied by the other one's prized sword and other hand respectively, and he hated resorting to using dirty tactics. After all, Ryohei was a man who prided himself on someone who would fight fair and square and of course by extension, having fun. Though by the strange samurai's intentions of recklessly attacking him, it didn't seem like it was going to be a fun day.

On the verge of Ryohei's left wrist snapping in half, he had to do something drastic without breaking his own pride. Of course he had been through worse, with broken ribs, training with Master Colonnello, but a broken wrist would mean he'd be out of the boxing game for weeks, maybe even months. He had to do something. Ryohei tried shifting the weight from Mifune's katana back onto him. He started to slide his right foot forward ever so slightly, shifting it slowly until he could handle the pressure the sword was placing on his right arm. When he was ready, he snapped his own right arm with a slight spasm, quickly jerking it outwards in attempt to parry the blonde's sword away from him. With only one hand on the sword and presumably his weaker hand, he should have been able to perform the action.
With that out the way, Ryohei planned to move his right foot following the pseudo parry of the katana which left a slight mark on his gauntlet. With the added momentum from the movement, he formed a tight fist with his right.
"Extreme right hook!" Ryohei yelled as he performed the same movement, reciprocating what was beckoned out to the skies. Not wanting to really disorient the man before him, he aimed to slightly nudge the bottom of his left jaw, just to get him off from holding his left arm hostage. There wasn't much he could think of doing, so hopefully a knock to his face would release Ryohei of the tight grip held upon him.