Antonnius

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The man above me has a strikingly similar name :o I must meet him

In possession form I can win, else only with a defense.

YC vs Mr. Fantastic

@warsman: (OOC: Good stuff ^^ that was fun. Guess I need to look for a way off this warzone now, lol!)

He was a trusting individual.

"Unfortunately for you I'm not a product of the media or loyal to any government or group. My action is simply what came of your display here today, immigrants come without killing the current inhabitants else they are termed invaders. You create your own opinion of how I perceive you."

The sword clicked into the hilt and he fastened it back to his side. His hand only tarrying on the blade a moment and then he shifted from his trance so that he could interact properly. As long as things were going to proceed peacefully he had no need of his blade, the very reason why he had been chosen to hold it in the first place. Warsman had been the first person since the green shinobi to actually force him to draw with any sort of intention, it had been a jerk reaction to the evil intent that had been displayed. While killing soldiers in a declared war was one thing, striking against a civilian population indiscriminately was another. The words that had passed led Antonnius to believe that there would be no true freedom for these peoples that had been patched up either, it felt like something sinister that would seek to spread across the world like a cancer to not conquer but assimilate. Large wars were not a concern of his, since gaining the sword of power he had been sent on a wandering path to learn the old ways of the samurai so that he could learn to become the world's first avatar.

The boy let out a sigh.

"My name is Raphael. I stand for the innocent people here."

He lowered himself down to his knees to breathe for a moment. His sword laid down just in front of him, sideways as was the traditional style of a warrior that was coming to terms with words instead of blades. The red coat still lightly steamed from when he had used the reality manipulation ability, twin trails of smoke that reached up to join the many others of fire from all across the city. He extended his hand to invite the man to come and sit with him as the conflict was truly over in his mind.

Blonde hair and blue eyes seem to go together well.

o.o never D: that sound mean

WYC ever let themselves be experimented on by a mad doctor?

Win.

YC vs Krillin from DBZ =)

@warsman: (OOC: Sorry for taking so long been working on a new character, @fate_doctor just got him done. Theme Music: Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger by Daft Punk.)

Antonnius had thrown the opponent away from himself and dealt a good blow. Complete attack and defense in one movement left his sword up high in the air for a moment. Fresh steam rose from his red coat and threatened to have it melt to his skin but such was the reward for a human warping reality with his level of experience. The boy ignored the pain and watched where the Alien had been sent hurling off to, it would only be another moment before they were engaged again. There was no way that this invader would be put down so easily, not with the way that he spoke about his mission with a near divine authority.

He suddenly saw red all over his senses, his battle meditation warning him of something that would imminently become a hazard. Moving on instinct he brought his sword up in front of his body, holding the flat of the blade in front of him as he tried to ready himself. The handle was held near his waist while the blade stood up in front of his face though it wouldn't help him much more than an umbrella in a hurricane, his training had not yet prepared him for an sudden jump to light speed from his opponent. So far was the gap from a mere factor of sound to that of light that he didn't see it until the rocks blasted themselves to shrapnel against the blade of abstract power. He started to shift his blade as he expected to be in pitched battle again but he didn't comprehend the magnitude of it in the slightest. The first punch clashed with the flat of the blade and sent him flying so that he never had to deal with the rest of the intended string, the acceleration from light speed would die down quickly as it was a launch and not a sustained movement.

The red swordsman flipped end over end, having not been ready to be hit with that kind of speed. It matched that of his drawing technique and made it seem as if he truly had no way of winning the fight that he had started, nothing truly new in his record. However, he wouldn't simply lie down once he had decided to stand after a full flip from the strike his feet caught the ground and he slid back to dig long furrows in the ground until he had stopped completely. Antonnius reset his stance and renewed the focus that he been locked into before, his feet staggered with the right forward and his right hand out in front with the sword pointing at Warsman. His left went to the scabbard and took it in had as he realized that he would need it against someone that moved so fast, while that strike wasn't stronger than what he could take it was definitely faster and that meant it had more knockback.

"If you're so strong in your infinite wisdom then why can you not make even me bow to your will? Despite how much the great wind howls it has no power to bend a cherry blossom?"

Blood slid down from the left side of his face where the shrapnel from the rock had barked him but he ignored it and positioned the scabbard like another blade. It was held over his shoulder and behind his back a strange choice but one that he felt was appropriate for what would happen next.

"Tell me soldier." He said. "How long have your colors been desecrating the cause that they preach?"

Has an interesting attire.

Does anyone know where the thread of current empires is? If so can they tag me and help me find it xD i'm having a horrible time trying.