Battle of the Fists [Blackheart]

The master of realms words seemed to be echoing in the air, accompanied by a sound which shook the very earth. Each step caused the ground to compact beneath the black armor that the man adorned. It’s surface gleaming within the sunlight, reflecting the faintest of sunsets that dyed the sky red upon the horizon. His steps were unhurried, and the immense weight that bore down upon his shoulders was an easy indicator of just how monstrous the person she chose to fight truly was. No energy was being emitted from the suit of armor that continued to walk towards Aiko, the master of realms.

Instead, it was as if an immovable mountain was walking towards her. The sheer pressure of calm determination that emanated from the first of the unknowns was hard to put into words. It was as if the culmination of fighting spirit had expanded from the very epicentre of blackhearts body, resonating outwards until it saturated the very air with it’s splendor. It was as if the entirety of martial arts had bore itself before the master of realms. It was not malevolent, nor was it intentionally opressive. However, coming from a man who caused minor tremors in the ground merely from the repetitive motion of walking, it was certainly something that could be considered to be beyond frightening.

The wind would shift, blowing from the east as blackheart stopped a hundred paces from the master of realms. He did not move from this spot, and instead the ground continued to compress beneath his feat as soon a puff of steam blasted from the helmet that blackheart wore. Heat rose from every inch of his being as he loomed over the master of realms, shadows cast by the sun at his back.

His words had an ancientness to them, a power that went beyond mere determination and will. A transcendental quality that flavored the air and made one think of the martial spirit. It was not loud, but at the same time there was force behind each of his simple words that made them nearly impossible to ignore.

”Instead of using words, speak to me with your fists. “

Blackhearts arms shifted and with a clang he shifted them into a fighting stance, the glow of one of his eyes shining from beneath the suit of armor as he seemed to radiate an even stronger fighting spirit. One that was powerful enough that it could almost be physically felt in the world around them. It caused the earth beneath his feet to stirr, a faint cloud of dust rising to be blown away as the wind seemed to pick up, blowing leaves from the tree’s to send them flying upwards in the air as his words slipped forth to bridge the space between them once more.

”Or are words all you have?”

There was a grin of satisfaction in her expression. Had he met her expectations? Not quite. Not yet. At the very least he was much different than she had imagined. The hulking suit of armor was certainly news to her, but in a way it made sense. It likely offered him great levels of durability and pain resistance over an enhanced physical attack delivery beyond what he could do himself. But to be honest, she wasn’t all that impressed. While there was certainly a chance to be wrong, something about a physical fighter fighting within a suit of armor felt like a kid boasting about his bike riding skills while wearing a helmet and pads, and a set of training wheels. Aiko had none of that. Her outfit was indicative of the organization she belonged in. And no real armor covered her body other than rather peculiar elbow length gloves.

”Taunting? I didn’t take you for a all talk no show kind of guy.”

Not off to a great start for Blackheart. The fight was just about to begin but he wasn’t doing himself any favors. It had just been disappointment so far. With a simple and quick shrug, Aiko would dart towards him. There was no fear and no distress in her course of action. There was no doubt Blackheart was powerful. And there was no doubt he was likely extremely strong and fast. However, Aiko knew for a fact she could outclass him. Her zanpakuto was literally condensed into the form of her gloves. She possessed ridiculous levels of physical strength that could stand toe to toe with some of the strongest. And beyond that, her enhanced skeletal system made sure to push forth the envelope of what she could do physically. And if that wasn’t enough, there was not even a shadow of a doubt in her mind that she was faster than him, and more skilled in the art of physical combat. It had nothing to do with his suit of armor but rather with how skilled she was, and how she had mastered those skills and moved past them thanks to the mentors she had throughout her life.

Speeding forth towards him, Aiko would not even appear as a flash of light. In fact, though it looked almost as if she was teleporting, it was simply the level of her speed which had reached thresholds that were unimaginable to many, and unattainable to most. With one hand drawn back, fingertips grazing the ground, they acted as though thick and powerful metal rods had impaled into it while being driven forth with speeds that were rather unreal. In doing so, it caused the ground beneath her and through her path to break apart and shatter, lifting up countless of rocks and debris that were sent up and before her due to the strength, the movement, and the sheer speed of her movements. With her other hand, a simple thrust of her fist, like a punch, would deliver an extremely powerful blast, not of spiritual energy, but of air and pure kinetic force instead. The force of the punch was such that it cratered the ground around her, pushing sharp rocky formations up and away from her sides, and firing off all the lifted up debri and rocks plometting at the Danava.

There would no time for chit chat or pity potty. With the onslaught of rocks and dirts coming for him, threatening to deliver a powerful blow, he’d have to worry about more about the blast she had sent his way; though that wasn’t all. As she got much closer to him, she pounded both of her fists together, creating a sound as if two trains had collided against each other at top speeds. From that movement, she punched the ground below her with both of her fists. She didn’t hit it hard. It was a tap. A love tap. Nonetheless, her fists would sink and crater into their respective shape as rocks flew up and away from the hit, almost as if terrified of the strength she projected. However, Aiko would use her own dominion and control over energy to exert an effect over the rocks that had just lifted up, molding them and pulling them together into the shape of two boulders that were each likely larger than she was. One she’d toss at him like a bowling ball. A really large and heavy bowling ball tossed by an extremely powerful and hardened individual. The woman would keep the other one in her hand as she came up and against him to try and deliver some kind of blow of catastrophic proportions with either of her limbs.

The Danava surely had enough on his plate. Certainly more than enough things to concern himself about to keep going. She knew the first wave of attacks wouldn’t decide the battle, but it would make it obvious she meant business. The girl wasn’t there to see how long she could last for, or how much she could do. Heavens no. She was in it to win it, since, despite his power, she knew that as far as skills and collective prowess, she simply outclassed him in every regard that mattered to their styles, and beyond. There was no doubt she was in for a clash of titans where she would be pushed to the height of her physical limits. But if he thought for a second that fighting her would be easy and a bliss, than he was as stupid as he looked in his suit of armor.