the opponent with an unfaltering spirit, empowered by the 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘪-𝘯𝘰-𝘏𝘢𝘥𝘰, assuming a form most suitable for his current endeavors.
Who would act first . . ?
#𝗠𝗩𝗗𝗚𝗣𝟯 x #𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒.
@BUILDINGUPCHAOS
A brief sequence of precise,
sweeping movements ensues: the left arm glides horizontally, whereas the right is jutted forth; at its stout a tightly-knitted fist.
The ‘𝗨𝗟𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗥’ had arrived.
#𝗠𝗩𝗗𝗚𝗣𝟯 x #𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒.
@MisakeofOgre
the other, with the foot at its stout seeking to plant itself ‘gainst the likes of his countenance — its sole purpose being to annihilate.
#𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒/#𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐕.
⠀⠀#𝖀͟𝐍͟𝐈͟𝐕͟𝐄͟𝐑͟𝐒͟𝐀͟𝐋͟𝕿͟𝐎͟𝐔͟𝐑͟𝐍͟𝐀͟𝐌͟𝐄͟𝐍͟𝐓͟
⠀
“ Doesn’t matter who joins. I’ll just
𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 and go on
to win this whole thing —
got that, giant cockroach? “
⠀
‘ you all have 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 days left
train , wish , do whatever you can
to up your strength to survive
this tournament … ’
#𝖀͟𝐍͟𝐈͟𝐕͟𝐄͟𝐑͟𝐒͟𝐀͟𝐋͟𝕿͟𝐎͟𝐔͟𝐑͟𝐍͟𝐀͟𝐌͟𝐄͟𝐍͟𝐓͟
⠀
@catharticfists
potency to subsequently embed the dragonewt within the asphalt and temporarily generate a glitch in the simulation that was the battlefield.
The arena itself would then switch into an almost endless expanse of pitch black.
#𝗠𝗩𝗗𝗚𝗣𝟯 x #𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒.
@catharticfists
having completely transcended these concepts altogether so that he may phase through Killia in one fluent strike —— 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲.
#𝗠𝗩𝗗𝗚𝗣𝟯 x #𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒.
@BUILDINGUPCHAOS
of the sudden curve created.
The full weight of his heel would seek collision with the ranger’s crown in order to finally begin this bout.
#𝗠𝗩𝗗𝗚𝗣𝟯 x #𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒.
@catharticfists
the nape of Killia’s being, with his leg (now) locked within Garou’s grasp — whilst they would plummet toward the landscape; a sidewalk slam performed.
#𝗠𝗩𝗗𝗚𝗣𝟯 x #𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒.
thereupon, whilst he beelined for the turtle-style practitioner.
Unfortunately enough for him, the manipulated current of air sought to furthermore impose the saiya-jin’s indomitable will, as it viciously battered Garou’s marred
facade and veered
him into the terra.
center of this phenomena, he stood idle, personage eerily still — his lips bearing the semblance of a sadic grin.
A flicker of fulmination taints the skyline, unsuspectingly: a 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 shock of white amongst graphite.
The smile is unwavering..
@BUILDINGUPCHAOS
within the dirt: a half-circle, as he shifts his stance, primed for a full-frontal assault on the other.
There had to be more to him, a steady-hand would be his companion in this instance — only then, could he begin his strategic planning.
#𝗠𝗩𝗗𝗚𝗣𝟯 x #𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒.
of the figure affront: praise be to heightened perceptivity.
Rather than challenge the opposition head on, a quick-witted response seamlessly guides the Hunters soles rearward; evasive maneuver having been proved advantageous.
Forearms shoot into view, crossed in an X-like ──
Fast acting, space itself is contorted on Garō’s command — thereupon inflicting upon this world, an atmospheric wound that’d connect between two points.
Though completely unbeknownst to the Pirate, another warp-gate had simultaneously registered at his rear.
Redirected, ——
@KanjiofTen
This would document the birth
of something truly vile; the ULTIMATE evil. A fist that knows neither hero nor villain, only the bittersweet sensation of fear.
#𝕯𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇.
grants the martial artist the opportunity of nigh-instantaneous adjustment.
Rather than crashing into the rock formations he’d simply uphold the momentum amassed; thereafter using the solid base for support, a violent outburst shoots him into a linear path of flight ──
/ Can admit that half the time
I honestly don’t understand these sentences/paragraphs at first glance .. in most cases there’s a lot of proofreading taking place.
Not every synonym or antonym
can be used in the same context as most of the words in your day-to-day vocab.
his inability to both harness and control this newfound chi.
Mental fortification — a key component
that would aid him in his quest of ascension. This would be his 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜.
#𝖀͟𝐍͟𝐈͟𝐕͟𝐄͟𝐑͟𝐒͟𝐀͟𝐋͟𝕿͟𝐎͟𝐔͟𝐑͟𝐍͟𝐀͟𝐌͟𝐄͟𝐍͟𝐓͟
@FistsBeyondGod
would merely serve as a ruse, so that the Ogre’s guard shifts, leaving him to shield his face rather than the body.
Success warrants the succeeding maneuver, coming in the form of a drop-kick — connection heralds a journey far beyond their current standpoint.
A lone figure weaves through the masses, aimlessly navigating the streets of 𝐙-𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲. That is, until he’s stopped — his path having been blocked by the 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿.
⠀An exasperated sigh
escapes elated brims,
⠀” I assume yer’ here
to harass me too, eh? “
hell
/hel/

a place regarded in various religions as a spiritual realm of evil and suffering, often traditionally depicted as a place of perpetual fire beneath the earth where the wicked are punished after death.
The pungent aroma of righteousness
was nearly enough to make him retch: lineaments change, thereupon adorning a look of disdain.
“ Somethin’ tells me
I 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗮 put you down . . “
@MisakeofOgre
There, stationed at the opposite end of the stage, had been the infamous ‘Hero Hunter’ though unlike any instances prior — he simply remained eerily silent, and instead focused on the ideals of occurring volume alone.
The cacophonous echo ——
“ Heh, guess I took the
bald-guy for granted after all. . .
Least he didn’t run his fuckin’ mouth nearly as much as you’ve done. “
His jaws clench,
iron laces his taste buds,
whilst the earth quaked and trembled merely fueling his own 𝙚𝙜𝙤…
dawn of a new era.
Within that darkness, devoid of even the slightest of noise, came huffs of air to break the somber silence. His greying skin ripples as bones shift beneath to make way for the beast; audible cracks slice through his being, ━━
Vast, had been the gleaming oasis, dead-smack at the center of nothingness, an unspecified space amongst this. . foreign world.
Turquoise skies shine brilliantly, its luminescence reflecting off of lilac marble and pearlescent tiling. Unorthodox in his appearance, the ──
restrained by the mortal limits placed upon man, no longer hindered by the natural laws of humanity; fickle emotions such
as compassion, empathy. .
He would only know hatred.
The pure murderous intent that was the assassination fist.
This would spark the ━━
jagged rock.
Tilting, hips pivot to bring about a full rotation of the body, simultaneously exerting and focusing enough force into a lone appendage so that the same stone would then be punted across the battlefield and toward the opponent at an astonishing velocity.
Brewing tensions inevitably spilled over, as the other initiated his offensive in the form of a full-frontal assault.
His form shifts contemporarily
with the ever-changing flow of combat, auriferous hues maintaining cognizance ──
ᅠᅠ
conventional greeting of a brawl. the right hand at his forefront drew back locking in place an elbow flowing in a straight path at the center of his perception ; enlarging the knife point aimed at the center of his eyes.
ᅠᅠ
hailing from the arsenal of the raging demon himself; Akuma.
Forelimb coated in sputtering
embers, of a mauve hue, contact would warrant the upheaval of Gokū’s figure only to harshly return the nape of his being unto the ground.
// This guilty by association shit gotta stop. Niggas don’t even be associated with the niggas y’all be calling out and y’all be ready to loop everyone and their mama in with them, tryna add more bodies to these lil cancel threads of yall. Focus on that nigga.
@FistOfYonko
⠀⠀⠀ ━━ extremities,
as they swiftly recoil, offering up an almost instinctive rebuttal, the opposing mitt having whipped upward and into the pirates line of sight upon the sudden severance of their fists shortly thereafter.
⠀⠀With iron lacing his taste buds ━━
/ Feel like, if there’s writers who have beef, they should fight.. truly settle the difference..narrows it down to pure creativity and writing ability.
But it would never work, since a lot of mfs are childish and aren’t willing to take an L unless it’s plot-oriented.
@KanjiofTen
“ I’m gonna beat ya and
go on to win this whole thing,
I’ll become the alpha and the omega, the ultimate symbol of fear fer’ cryin’ out-loud!
Maybe then,
humanity’ll remember
such terror. .
It begins with YOU! “
#𝕯𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇.
peaked, the aggressor is soon to be upon him, now at his front ── setting the tempo with a feint, the elbow follows suit. . . 𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮.
“ Tch! “
Tensing, Garou’s jaws clench upon impact, as his head is violently thrown rearward — as a thick ──
@MisakeofOgre
a specific art better recognized for its ‘Fa-Jin’ namesake. Over the course of this brief journey through two points in realspace, the damage inflicted would serve to harm the internal organs as opposed to ones bones and flesh.
Continuing his onslaught, the ──
formation to absorb most of the blows force — that is, until the same degree of momentum and force is exuded to match the simians.
As their frames collide, the
environment is left to suffer.
The soles of his footwear dug into the terra as he had been sent skidding ——
only to be met by precise, sweeping motions of the arm, forelimb absorbing the brunt of each strike in succession.
Unveiling the ultimate reflective art,
quite possibly the perfect counter for what Son Gokū possessed ──
⠀⠀ 𝐀 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄.
『 feat.
@UchihaAtonement
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀
@OurLiberator
. 』
⠀⠀⠀Inchmeal, obscurity fades
into full-on identification to the keen-eye, the same could not be said for townsfolk: as they’d succumb to the raw energy ━━
@KanjiofTen
beginning stages of their fight.
“ It went a little something like . . “
Likewise to the embodiment of killing intent, his leading foot viciously tore into the landscape, uprooting massive chunks of rock and clay.
“ 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀? “
#𝕯𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇.
was that of changing the state of his eyelids; from closed to open.
“ . . . Y’know, I just might enjoy breaking yer’ face after-all, this is gettin’ to be worth while! “
He mused, as the turtle-style practitioner readied himself into a sprinters formation.
Agility ──
@KanjiofTen
Akuma across the plain, and into a clash with what could very well be the only fist to match his own, for now.
The growth restriction had been rendered obsolete entirely, bringing the Hunter to never-before-seen heights. . would this be enough?
#𝕯𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇.
metacarpal region of his fist gashing the hunters cheek open, whilst he danced around: fully prepared to offer up his physical rebuttal; in the form of a JAW-CLENCHING uppercut.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝗚ō𝘀𝗵ō𝗿𝘆ū𝗸𝗲𝗻!
⠀⠀⠀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ʀɪꜱɪɴɢ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ꜰɪꜱᴛ.
A technique ──
“ What kinda’ stupid sh*t is this? And how’d he even manage to knock me on my ass with it?!? Whatever. I know that face’ll pop up somewhere else. . . Bankin’ on it. “
@HirouKari
Even as he found his Recoilless Kick being sent off course, and into a spin carried out by his own momentum, Jin would retain his focus.
For a first try… his form wasn’t bad at all. It was evident that he had beaten his body beyond its limits to instill his martial arts —
Soundless. He refuses to
elicit any form of a response, other than the audibility of his frame being pulled from freshly cratered earth.
Executing a short-hop, his heel is then driven into the environment upon his landing — uprooting a singular chunk of ──
@realfatalfury
⠀⠀ ━━ whereas the only other instance of movement he’d enact was the clenching and unclenching of juxtaposed fists, only now, would he give the other insight.
“ Garō, the Monster. “
His bombardment would prove fruitful: seeing as both momentum and force worked in tandem, the other had merely reaped the benefits of the grapple — successful in breaking the Hunter’s guard in rapid succession.
It is within that increment, that heightened perceptivity ──
ᅠᅠ
the air into literal 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 aimed below the sternum adding velocity to forced flight halted only by the collision of flesh into a nearby cliff side.
ᅠᅠ
Within that sequence, every nerve within his body and brain is electrified. Eyeing the other with bleak oculars; eyes of a hunter framed within the passionless visage of an executioner.
Silent.
Despite the sudden outburst, the only act of movement he exacted ──
ᅠᅠ
with a thrust of his fist feinting a blow to the solar plexus , but misdirection curved his blow to instead sever the very air to implant the sharpest point of his elbow into the jaw of the combatant before him.
—
ᅠᅠ
@BUILDINGUPCHAOS
like .. your uh, way of ‘imposing your will’ on others — with the whole lifeless eyes and awkward head-tilting. . ? ❜
Aptly, auriferous hues animatedly scrutinize as he inquired — leaning more toward the inclination to initiate their bout to account for time-lost. ———
── — his fists ‘ 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳.. ‘ or so his sensei would deem it.
A successful redirection of force elicits an opening, this time for the Hero Hunter.
Just barely did he evade the simian fighters final blow, ──
@realfatalfury
⠀⠀⠀ ━━ movements,
the agile barrel-roll having proved itself fruitful, nonetheless.
Lineaments would upturn,
testifying to the pure sense
of disgust masking the Hero Hunter’s countenance. . . dislodging a single fist from cracked and withered tiling, clefting the ━━
His reflection stares back, as shoulders tense, a slight shrug is then exacted as he would slam a solitary fist into its opposing mitt.
An audible huff escapes pursed brims.
Then, he responds.
“ So what!? Just gonna sit there or’r we gonna do this?! “
A mere crane of his head, gold dusted optics peering over the broadness of his shoulder to fixate upon what seems to be another doppelganger.
"Tch't. Gettin' tired of dealin' with my inferior versions. /You/ think you can hold a candle against me?"
@FistsBeyondGod
source of support; intuitively, with the knee guiding the ogres assault elsewhere, a controlled gust of wind accompanies near-godly vigor, ━━
a stygian blur of fury rushes through an endless expense of magma and jagged rock.
Moments afore his ascension, posthaste, that same black shape leaps beyond eyesight, form now hovering above the clouds only to descend at an alarming speed, veloce gradually increasing. ──
@realfatalfury
⠀⠀ ..In one swift maneuver: the weight of his appendage bore into the others cheek with the intent to obliterate — blanched knuckles furthermore burdening the adversaries cheek, thereupon nestling freshly scarred flesh.
⠀⠀ Subsequent to the
hunters abrupt arrival, ━━
“ Huh, guess we’ll just
skip the pleasantries and get
straight to the part where it’s 𝙢𝙚, kicking the 𝘀𝗻𝗼𝘁 outta you . “
Bleached soles illustrate within the dirt: a half-circle, as he shifts his stance, the culmination of his fist, so-to-speak, on full display as ──
There hadn’t been any semblance of levity in his candor, for the time-being, seeing as in this very instance the severity and importance of things warranted a more serious tone.
Devilish almost, a grin etched
itself onto his already
battle-worn countenance; a testament to just how intense the moment had been in this exact moment.
“ 𝙂𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮. “
@FistsBeyondGod
beyond the adversaries line of sight — should he lack the ability to track such movements.
From this, a single leg is extended and imbued with the ‘𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘪-𝘕𝘰-𝘏𝘢𝘥𝘰’ all-the-while.
Now plummeting, and at an alarming rate, Garō opts to test the waters ——
@MisakeofOgre
him to close the gap betwixt.
At the ready, twin palms are jutted forth, targeting the center of Hanma’s being — as they’d intercept his craning figure and ultimately drive him into another atmospheric wound.
Wielded in tandem, were the techniques of Blast and ──
There had been but one thing still fresh on his mind, a devotion — a promise kept.
This roaring surge of those deific energies swirl to encapsulate his personage, shielding from the naked eye, a metamorphosis ——
@MisakeofOgre
the offensive, yet another perfectly timed gate would be placed with pinpoint accuracy — opening to release the Hanma, throwing him back into the flow of things so-to-speak.
Enacting a blitz, Garō’s figure had been upon him within mere moments, uncanny swiftness allowing ──
@KanjiofTen
degree angle before ultimately SLAMMING his shins anterior into the oppositions esophagus, thereupon exerting enough force to momentarily slam the nape of his being into the ground, forcefully.
#𝕯𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇.
well as his ardor
for the art of combat itself.
Precise sweeping motions of the arms are then performed in coalition, ultimately producing an all-too-familiar stance.
Bleached soles part, spawning a dainty shroud of debris as they did so, ——
@KanjiofTen
the aforesaid fist parts the
ethereal flame, gaze unwavering, as it would be locked onto the airborne opposer — the blast serving the purpose of further environmental damage, with Garou at its center.
Refined vigor, with near incalculable speed to coincide, he ━━
of sorts — whilst he himself, aimed to breach the realm of gods once more. .
Unveiling once more, the testament to refined vigor and years of constant cultivation; a culmination of his teachings, the fruit of his labor; enter . .
⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡-𝗚𝗔𝗥Ō!