Bru'tal Tid-Bits and Cool moments

//The azure caped warrior slowly slid his fot backwards as he presented a profile to Zango, ensuring he was harder to hit while at the same time covering up the weakness of only having a singular limb. He crouched lower to the ground utilizing his shorter height to his advantage. Leaving his much taller foe in a difficult spot for it was harder to deliver a proper blow to a small foe than it was for them to strike a weak point, usually the genitals or knees. As he did so his cape began to billow about him, despite the lack of and air current inside the large metal training area.

"You'll be the second one to face the Southern Cross Style of the Khans, with this Fist I crushed Jagan. Do you believe you'll fair better?"

As Bru'tal spoke he slowly began to move his arm, in tight geomantic patterns always staying close to his face for defense. A thin blue line sparkled trailing behind his fist, as ever more ley-lines formed in the air following his patterns shimmering into life an intricate mandala.

Brutal Khan : Tell me, before we begin, what is the name of your Fist?
Zango: Zango.
Zango: FUCK))
Brutal Khan : (HAHAH)
*Zango gave off a mischevious smirk to Brutal. As if showing a sign of sheer confidence. With a deep breath, Zango gave a heave of his arms, allowing his muscles to swell. This wouldn't cause him to become bulky in size, but a bit more lean and agile. This act would not only increase his deftness, but also his power.

"You're in for a treat. I ain't no Jagan, I'll tell you that!".

An audible crack of Zangos neck would be heard, only to initiate into combat with his foe. His combos nearly perfected. Hoping to win the battle and show Khan what he was worth.*
Zango: LAzy but am slumped))
Brutal Khan : (Btw, when he asked for the name of your Fist, he meant the name of your style of martial arts.)
Zango: OH I THOUGHT HE MEANT LIKE MY ACTUALY NAME))
Brutal Khan : (Asking worthy foes the name of their Fist is a trope from Fist of the North Star)
Zango: im geekd lmao))
Zango: .. Fist of the lion.
Zango: <For you, J-Z..>
Brutal Khan : Then come! Come and be Crucified!
Zango: Heh.. Prepare yourself!
Zango: CD or))
*Brutal Khan  In a flash of speed Bru'tal would strike the very force of his strike cuting through the air, splitting the very atoms themselves as a force not seen since the Great War was unleashed upon Zango.*
Brutal Khan : (I'll have to try a bit harder in the next bout.
Zango: Hm.. What are the others..
*Brutal Khan  Spit a mouthful of blood to the side onto the floor.*
Brutal Khan : Not bad.
Zango: Mm.
Brutal Khan : Lets see if you can do it again.
Zango: Guess I got another in me..
Brutal Khan : (We can re-emote or go on the previous ones.)
Zango: ehh, wanna just go on prev))
Zango: <That training may have actually paid off.. Hyperbolic whatever you call it..>
Brutal Khan  regains consciousness.
Brutal Khan : (Hmm, barely scratched you that time. Miight try wearing armor to and counter the hits)
Zango: my str is pretty decent ))
Brutal Khan : It might have. . .*Huffs*
Brutal Khan : (Issue is I need space to start whamming you with a kikoho and in this environment space is limited.)
Zango: yes this arena thing fits me very well))
Zango: i whoop djin in here 2 cause he cant rl kite))
Brutal Khan : This is fun, I wonder how you would do against. . . it doesn't matter. Again.
*Zango nodded.*
Brutal Khan : (gonna see if the armor works, this is good practice for how to use this build honestly)
Brutal Khan : (So fucking close)
*Zango dropped to his fuckING KNEES.*
Brutal Khan : (But I was gonna legit die otherwise)
Zango: LOL))
It has been 30 seconds since you were last attacked. You can now log out without your body staying behind.
Zango becomes calm
Zango: I think.. I'm good.. For now..
Brutal Khan : (I had less than 10%(
*Zango collapsed, gripping his abdominals.*
Brutal Khan  regains consciousness.
Zango: ive never gotten so lucky before))
*Brutal Khan  Spit out a chipped tooth, his hand grasping his side.

"I think I am as well. We'll call this a draw."
*
Zango: H-heh.. Draw?
Zango: Mm..
*Brutal Khan  Gave a stilted bow.

"I as the Master of the Khan family style, acknowledge the Style of the Lion."*
*Zango walked to Brutal, extending his hand for a handshake, after then paying his goodbyes, Zango walked out..*
Zango: I like you, Khan.
Zango: Heh.
Zango: Idk why i put 2 periods at the end of my emote but))
Brutal Khan : (Lol)
Brutal Khan : >.>)
Brutal Khan : (Which hand?
Zango: GEH))
Zango: the left one))
Brutal Khan : w
Zango: imeanright))
Brutal Khan : (Hahah
Zango: Lmao)
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*Brutal Khan  Brought his hand up and clasped Zango at the forearm, bringing him into a MANLY handshake of the Khan family.

"Hah! I like you as well Zango, where you not of a rival style I could call you a friend!"*
*Zango gave off a slight grin, finsihing the handshake.

"Let's do this again sometime.".

And with that he nodded as a goodbye to Brutal, walking off elsewhere.*
Zango is waiting 60 seconds.
*Brutal Khan  Followed cause why the fuck would he hang out in a bloody and half destroyed training room?*