dream world tourtament: kirke vs keel

Keel walked slowly along the island beach. the island itself was fairly small but it held a small forest. dragging his scyth along the sand he thought aloud weirdest dream ive had yet, ill give it that". with that he stuck the scyth in the ground hoping the blade would reflect light and bring some form of life forth. with that Keel plopped himself up on it and started to wait.

ahem, gael I think you missed something.

((Weird. Sorry. Never saw this.))

Kirke had been lying awake for ages, really, really pissed. "Dammit, I thought I'd have fallen asleep by now. So unless I'm already asleep, this is my own personal hell." He saw a blinding light, and sighed. "Guess I'll investigate." Kirke dragged himself to his feet and began walking towards the site of the flash, dragging his slippered feet on the ground.

(whatever, your here now)

keel slowly got up and looked around, hoping to spot a sign of life, and he found it. in the distance a figure was walking towards him. smiling to himself keel grabbed the scyth and tested the blade on the sea with an arashi yaiba. the attack cut through the ocean and eventually faded. "nice, now I know it still works." with that keel started walking towards the figure with a meschievious look on his face.

Kirke kept walking, finding the source of the light to have been some odd guy with a scythe. Who cut through the air. With said scythe. Kirke walked up to the man, and then paused... and yawned. "Y'know, you shouldn't be doing that. You might hurt someone... or yourself." Kirke frowned. "I recognize you from somewhere. High school... the Marines?" He thumbed his chin, before snapping his fingers. "Oh yeah. Bounty poster. Wanted pirate. Fun fun fun." Without warning, Kirke ducked and lunged forward, with the word 'Kanone' mouthed in complete silence as he did so. He thrust his fist forward, trying to nail Keel in the stomach.

Taken by suprise Keel jumped into the air and, with the assitance of geppou, rocketed higher. landing behind Kirke Keel exclaimed in a childish manner. "wow, I have a bounty!? all I did is help bring a kingdom to its knees, kill a few of the Goldberg casino owners, and thier guards." Before continuing he grasped his scyth in both hands and got in a better battle stance. "Oh, and by the way, its not nice to try to kill people, they could get offended."

"No intention to kill. Only maim or grievously injure." Kirke wheeled, throwing a Shell Shot at Keel's face, continuing, "To be fair, you're lucky your bounty isn't higher."

keel tried bending backwards to avoid the attack but he wasn't fast enough. flying backwards he landed in a bed of sand and clutched his face in pain, his scyth landed blade first a few meters away. loosing his cool for a second keel got up with a hateful look before calming down. "awww, I cant tell if that was an insult or a compliment." his sick smile grew as he said maliciously "BUT... I think its my turn now. looking towards his scyth keel gave a childish grin and made a lightning fast dash the weapon.

"Definitely insult." Kirke ran to try to catch up with Keel, before launching a Direkte Spirale Kanone at the back of Keel's head, hoping to launch him far away from his weapon.

turning his head keel sighed and said "sorry, but i like this option better... SORU" with that he moved to his scyth in the blink of an eye and kicked up a cloud of sand. pulling the weapon out of the ground keel chuckled "it seems things just got serious, to bad. I was starting to have fun... oh well, you know, people to kill, places to destroy, arashi yaiba!" upon saying this keel swung his scyth and fired a blade of compressed air at kirke

Kirke sighed, "Why must everyone always choose the hard way?" He spun to the side, almost pirouetting out of the blade's path. "Now... Granate." He punched at Keel, throwing an explosive round at Kirke's face.

staring at the illuminated wave of air keel quickly pulled up a tekkai to block some of the damage. the rest sent him reeling backwards but keel quickly regained balance. "nice, you can dodge one attack," his anger had crept into his voice. "lets test that limit. oni guufu." using soru to increase his speed so it looked like the attacks came all at once, keel lashed out with his scyth both of kirkes shoulders, both legs, and kirkes face.

Completely composed, Kirke performed an uppercut, launching himself into the air with Direkte Luft-Rakete, and he spiraled in midflight to face Keel. "Maschinengewehr!" Kirke yelled, throwing a massive barrage of blows down at Keel, each with enough force to knock out a normal person.

"THE HELL" keel yeeled as he used soru to get out of the way. turning to facde kirke he sighed and somewhat compose himself keel took his scyth in both hands. "maybe im looking at this all wrong..." lifting his scyth behind his back he continued "maybe I shouldn't be playing around" at this point his smile left his face "about time you faced on of my best attacks... arashi yaiba; storm!" as the last syllable left his lips he swung his scyth and created dozens of air blades that rocketed towards his opponent.

Kirke groaned and performed Kanone in a side swipe, using the momentum to create a swirling barrier of wind and disperse Keel's slashes. Unfortunately, though he weakened the slashes, some were still strong enough to get through and cut his pajamas. "Dammit man, and I had hoped to keep these things in good condition." He landed and spun, running towards Keel. "Automatisch!" Kirke began throwing punches at Keel in rapid succession, each with the force of a Kanone.

keel dodged and blocked multiple punches until one cuaght him off guard. as he recoiled from it the other punches reached thier mark and sent him flying. landing a few meters back he slowly got up panting. "your good, really good," despite his injuries he swung his scyth onto his shoulder "heh, cant believe you deflected that so easily. but i still have a few tricks, by the way, have you heard legends of death, how he could kill with a single touch." a smirk crept onto keels face "soru" using the technique he seemed to teleport behind kirke. grabbing both of his wrists he silently whispered so only kirke could hear "deaths, grasp" with that he attempted to rip both of kirkes arms off (or at least break them.)