Akira vs Zephyr

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Akira stood in one of the corners of the Battle Square and she twirled the Ketsuiki and the Ame in her hands. The two weapons glinted in the light and her bright turquoise eyes awaited her opponent and she released an exhasperated sigh as she bent her knees, locking them in a defensive stance, holding the two kamas in her grip so that thier wooden handles ran against her forearm and the blades stuck out, it was called a reverse grip. Her black hair rippled in a slight breeze, shimmering like moonlight in the darkness of the strands and her slender, womanly form stood there awaiting the arrival of her opponent. Her dainty feet were bare upon the floor and her crimson and black dress form fitting and the skirt rested on her lean muscled, slender legs which were clothed in long, tan pants as well. Her teeth were gritted in anticipation of a suprise attack since it would certainly be the wisest way to begin the battle. Her form flickered where she stood, almost as if flashing out of existance for but a moment but she still stood there, her large black fox ears pricked attentively to listen for approaching footsteps and her nine, silky smooth fox tails were heald close to her form, thier silver tips shimmered slightly.

Her breathing was smooth, the sound of each breath could be heard clearly as she pulled her mind into perfect focus, her bosom rose and fell with each breath she took. Her fingernails were white against the wood, she hadn't ever seen this Zephyr person fight before so she wasn't sure what kind of magic or abilities she was up against which was a discomforting thought to endure. Her pale skin showed no scars despite all the battles she'd been in, she was never injured badly enough for there to be any marks to be left that the Ketsuiki couldn't handle. Her pink rose hued lips were parted slightly as she continued with her controlled breathing. What's taking him so damn long?

[baha]

A gust of wind picked up, in a slightly dramatic manner, the lights dimming and the shadows drawing back in addition. Zephyr stepped into the room, his intricately carved sheath lying at his side. Making no move to draw the blade, the Master Teacher continued walking at a steady pace, as if savoring the feel of the calm before the storm. Once he had made it to the center of the Battle Square he halted, stopping directly in front of Akira. Rather than taking a surprise attack on her, (which would most likely harm that perfect, lovely skin! ) Zephyr had chosen to polietly meet his opponent before the fight began.

He brushed his black hair out of his face, never taking his sea green eyes off the beautiful woman in front of him. He swept himself into an elaborate bow, then straightened, speaking, "My dear, beautiful, Akira! I take much honor into finding a battle partner with one such as yourself. This will be a memory I will carry forever, Sweet. I shall say the awards of the battle, and I am sure you will agree with them: If I win, I get to take you on a date. If you win, I become your temporary servant. Shall we begin, love?" He gave a sly grin, such as a magician performing a card trick. He was prepared to begin the fight.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"It sounds like you win either way, Zephyr," said Franco blandly from the stands. As usual, his amber eyes were focused on his laptop, though he did spare them a glance and a mocking little tip of his top hat for a second or so. The bright sunlight made him look pale, and it wasn't that natural pale, it was an 'I don't get out much' pale.

"Kick his @$$, Akira, I'm getting this all on webcam."

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Akira did a quick little mock curtsy towards Zephyr, though whether it really was a mock curtsy or not was somewhat of a mystery since Akira really wasn't aware of the proper ways to actually go about a curtsy... she really wasn't into the whole 'ladylike' deal. She twirled the two kamas in her hands as she took a few steps away from Zephyr, "Just be glad that the forces that be agree with this battle- you make the first move." she said to him calmly.

Makashi sat in the stands, he turned his head to look towards Franco and his dark red hair hung slightly in his face as his amber eyes looked towards the teacher, he abviously wasn't the most happy of people at the moment so he sat there in the stands. He already wasn't fond of this Zephyr person...

It was questionable if Zephyr understood that Akira was married to Makashi...

(Li-Wa: The powers that be? Yeah, I've always wanted to reference roleplayers in an actual RP- OMG! They've become aware!!!)

[baha]

Zephyr flashed a grin at Makashi, "Lovely wife you've got. I might just have to kidnap her! Hope you don't mind. You can share, right?" After smiling again, he glanced at Franco, "Send me a copy, Franco, so I can watch the wonderful Akira in battle again and again!" He seemed not to notice this was becoming slightly obsessive. He winked at Franco, then nodded at Akira, "Beautiful curtsy. Let's begin, shall we? I accept your offer to attack first, with full honor." He ran towards Akira, boldly making the move to draw his sword, his palm gripping the bronze hilt of the sword. Though, before the blade was drawn, he swiftly shot his hands in front of him and sent a thick bolt of red lightning at her, his fire-based attack. He skidded back three feet, his thick black boots gripping the floor.

(( Err, if you're wonder what the hell he's doing, Zephyr fights with magic in the form of Lightning bolts. When he uses white magic it's white, elemental, it matches the element. etc. )

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Akira and Makashi both yelled at Zephyr at the exact same time, shouting in perfect unison, "WHAT!?" in disbelief of the teacher's boldness. Makashi held an orb of plasma floating above his hand angrily at this teacher, "Akira, you don't have to fight him." he said in an angry growl. Akira shouldn't be spoken of in such a way, and Makashi knew that it was probably really ticking off Akira, Makashi then looked towards Franco, "If you know what's good for you then you wouldn't record my wife, it's not appreciated." he narrowed his eyes in warning. The fact that Makashi was a dragon god was becoming apparent.

Akira smiled, "Makashi darling, it's okay! Don't worry so much about it, my love." she called up to her husband as she watched Zephyr's hand going for the hilt of his sword. She prepared herself for that attack but when it changed to a magic attack instead she quickly pulled her body off to the right. Feet danced accross the floor as she spun, almost as if she was dancing herself. Akira wasn't a particularly outstanding fighter when it came to offence or power but she had great endurance and could outlast any fighter, her graceful movements made her seem to slip in and out of the battle, her turquoise eyes seemed alight with her fiery kitsune passion for the battle and magic, her smile broke on her lips, revealing her sharp teeth as she pulled her thin, muscular body to the ground as the crack of the fire magic echoed in her sensitive furry ears. She broke out in a sprint around to Zephyr's right and her hands glowed the same flaming hue as her eyes as fire sprouted in a flurry on her fingertips. She cast the flames at Zephyr as she continued in her run, though she instantly changed direction, for an instant her form became a blur in the speed she travelled, her raven locks whipped with the motion. A plume of dust formed where she changed direction and she smirked as the fire grew closer and closer to it's target. Her nine silken tails streamed out behind her, in all actuality she used them to help with balance, she took advantage of everything she got as a kitsune- which reminded her of something and her image flickered in and out of reality for but the slightest of moments.

[baha]

Zephyr winked at Makashi, "Gotta love a fiesty woman, eh?" Then looked back at the attacking Akira, "Lovely, lovely." He flashed a wonderfully white and sparkling grin at Akira.

Quick as, well, lightning, Zephyr sprung into the air, avoiding the fire narrowly. Midair he threw his palms downwards, sending thick, jagged bolts of black electricity to the ground. The force of the lightning hitting the ground threw Zephyr higher into the air until he was near the ceiling. Winking at Akira, he redirected the bolt of lightning to the walls, using it to move him throughout the air with fluidity, occasionally sending thin black bolts at Akira below.

(( ;D ))

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Akira narrowed her eyes, she hated fighting lightning or anything of any semblance to it, they naturally directed towards water and unfortunately, living things were mostly comprised of water. Amazingly, though the lightning completely avoided Akira and instead chose what seemed to be nothing but air, but it wasn't.

The real Akira had cast an illusion of herself, now that the lightning had found the real Akira it was pretty useless, but atleast she had an opportunity to examine her foe's fighting, even if not much of a chance. She tossed up the Ketsuiki and the Ame after the first bolt made contact and the metal blades attracted the majority of the dark magic and Akira focused more on solely magic now. She thrust her hands out in front of her, bending her elbows so her fingertips were overlapping each other and she pulled her hands apart, like striking a match a blaze of turquoise flame engulfed her left hand and she sent it towards Zephyr as it blazed through the air towards him. The beauty of foxfire was that only one of kitsune blood would be able to controll it. She caught her weapons in her hands and stuck them into the floor instead of carrying them- she wouldn't be carrying any unneccesary metal with her.

[baha]

The fire hit Zephyr straight in the chest, sending him soaring up to the ceiling, denting it in and sending bits of rock and other materials to the ground. "An illusion? Cute one 'Kira." He grinned, then let himself fall to the floor, using more lightning to break his fall. He flashed a grin once more at Akira, brushing back a strand of hair from his face, brushing the dust off his cloak. He then held out his arms and allowed them to cackle with electricty, then leapt at Akira to physically attack her.


(Zawa: Don't call her Kira!!! 0____0 *is freaked from Death Note*)

[Señor Sunday Friday]

Akira frowned, "I AM NOT CU-" next thing she knew she was being attacked, not by magic this time, but a physical attack. She muttered some swear word under her breath before swiftly delivering a kick to the 'fork of Zephyr's legs' and backed away from him, breathing heavily and angrily. The kitsune temper... This person was really getting on her nerves. "Why do you want to fight me? I obviously don't want to fight you! And I'm obviously happily married! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!?!?!" she barked, her tails swished back and forth violently behind her and her fox ears were placed flat against her scalp.

"A-Akira?" Makashi was about to say something but he stopped, not wanting to get between an angry kitsune and her kill.

Flames grew from Akira's clenched fists as her canines grew to a nice length and she darted towards Zephyr, 'cute' comments really bothered her apparently. She'd been called a many things in her lifetime, from 'whore' to 'sexy' to 'bitch' to 'cute' and you know what? They got kinda annoying and she never liked the people who called her such things, and she already didn't like this Zephyr person and then there was the whole physical attack which brought the two of them closer than she'd ever wanted to be... yeah- she wasn't all too happy. She was normally so calm and collected, too.

[baha]

"Wow, guess it's true when they say beautiful women are even more gorgeous when they're about to kill you. Exquisitely lovely my dear, lovely indeed." Zephyr calmly stated, sidestepping Akira's charge with the grace of lightning, "Now, now, don't get too overheated my sweet. Shan't have you harm your lovely self!" He bowed his head, simultanteously sending 3 bolts towards Akira, one of flaming, one frozen, and one cackling with electricity.