Brazilian Brawl

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What a nice day - or night, on this side of the globe - for a small flight. It was hard to keep track of time when flying around the globe, after all! The one piloting the Messiah that was speeding across the skies of earth right now didn't really care, though. He was a bit like a cat in that - he simply slept when he was tired, not when the time of day said it. Or whenever his wife told him to finally go to bed, because refusing anything she said could be potentially painful.

Of course, the man in white that was flying this modern wonder of technology was none other than Johnathan Walker. This flight was more than just trying to enjoy a small detour on the way home after doing his daily routines for his organization, though. He was also searching - for anything potentially dangerous. The Quincy was a protector of this planet, in more ways than one, so a little extra work was normal for him. In his own words - he was just awesome like that.
His enhanced spiritual senses then suddenly told him to slow down on this darkened side of the planet. With quick movement of his hands and feet, he slowed the war machine to a crawl through the sky. Coming to a complete standstill, he watched the screens and out of the glass cokpit. A beach? How strange. According to the map, he was somewhere in Brazil. Turning and flipping some more switches before slowly navigating downwards in a straight line, the battle suit changed from the standard form into the 'Walker' mode by extending both arms and legs of the robotic frame, but not flipping around the body just yet.
Whirling up quite a bit of sand before the engines died down, the giant of metal came to a stop.

With a fast flip and jump, Johnathan was outside of his vehicle. Landing soundly on his feet, without any sort of shaking from having been on his way at multiple times the speed of sound only seconds ago, he dusted off his white clothing. Thanks to it, he looked almost like a black-haired ghost on this beach, but he was sure of it. Something was here.
"You got that right, John."
A voice out of nowhere? Not quite. Besides him, a large, lion-like being began to manifest, with blood red eyes, white, beautiful fur and large, angelic wings. Shironeko, his Ziamichi-spirit, in her bestial form - an apparation with limited ability to actually interact with things, but a way to communicate and add an extra pair of eyes. A very simple, yet effective application of his Crafting of the Dream - he allowed her to use his powers and body freely for something like that, if she so desired. After all, they were in a friendly relationship, to say the least.
"Something definitely is here. I've never felt anything like it... It could be friendly or not, so keep your guard up."
"Guard? Oh comeon, Shiro. You know just as well as I do that taking care is for people less awesome than me. I'm always prepared." With a smug grin, he started walking towards where he had felt this energy. In a mere instant, his normally grey-blue eyes switched into red - using his Ziamichi powers to obtain the eyes and vision of a cat to see in the dark. So, what was going to jump out at him this night...?

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___________________________________________________________________________________James stared through the night; feeling something quite strange. It was moving through the air particles... a mass that could be no bird... It's... it's unnatural, to the maximum... what in the world...? The thoughts raced through his mind as he turned Sakibo in his hand. He had felt those strange "planes" Before, and he wondered if this could also be one of them. However, he gasped as he realized... it was changing. Like on other plane he had ever felt before, his sensory of the water particles in the air told him that... it wasn't anything like he had ever witnessed. He began moving forwards, reaching near to the thing before he realized that the ship had landed. He stopped dead in his tracks, gulping. He wasn't neccesairily AFRAID of the machine; just how unnatural it was felt odd.

He watched as a lone figure appeared, beginning to walk towards him. Then... he felt another figure, one unlike HE had ever felt before. He hefted Sakibo before him, pointing his blade directly at the intruder. However, there was a hint of a smile on his face, and as he pointed the blade at his opponent, water droplets formed around his head and just above the back of his waist. Unbeknowest to him, his cat ears, standing proudly,and his swishing tail had appeared. He would look quite ridiculous to anyone viewing this; as they could tell from the unchanged expression on his face that this was most defininetly NOT on purpose.

Greetings. My name is James Mizumuzi, Nature Iramasha Type Water and the Warden of South America and its surrounding providences." He began seriously, his eyes never leaving his "guest". However, as he finished his introduction, he lowered his sword, smiling and lowering his head a bit to get a better look at his guest. He was glad; seemed he wouldn't spend another night out in the Southwest bored out of his mind. That was just one thing that he could not stand for. He continued, his tone lighter."Well, I certainly am not here as your enemy. That is, as long as you aren't trying to damage what I'm trying to protect here. However; this night is rather drab, wouldn't you agree? So, I have an offer for you, Mr. Mystery. How would you like to participate... in a spar? It shouldn't take long; I assure you. If you would like to, that is. I think we can both agree that it wouldn't be a waste of our time or talents; I doubt you've ever met someone quite like me before."

I think we can also both agree there would be no benefit in our dying. So, what do you say? Would you care to have a bit of a challenge against me?"


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