Warrior's Challenge [Solo] [GRADED]

You'll never see it coming

You'll see that my mind is too fast for eyes

Bushi took in a deep breath and prepared himself for the upcoming battle, looking towards Kraut with a grin that couldn't really be explained any other way. There was something about the man he was facing that got his blood pumping. Something he had never quite experienced before but he knew it was a good feeling. It wasn't fear, it was adrenaline. Someone stood before him who offered him an actual challenge a reason to push himself further than he ever had before and perhaps that was what he needed a time such as this on a foreign world such as Earth.

"My name is Bushi. I come from a world known as Tatsuyo." He spoke calmly and patiently. He was clearly excited but he didn't let this bubble past his surface. There was simply a quiet intensity about him that made his anticipation everso clear. The twitching of his muscles, roaring to fire forward at any second. The open stance that he took taking on sharp contrast to the American Boxing style that was presented by Kraut who stood before him. His arms stretched in front of him and bent in at the elbow creating a cage around his face with his fists.

This was the beginning of the battle, after all. There was much to go from here. The battle began. A whistle ringing out and the both of them swinging forward. Bushi leaped forward across the ring, the platform of his left foot landing to the ground below and exploding out to send him flying forward with a right hook aimed straight for his opponent's right arm. Kraut had just a second to react, swinging back and out of the way before twisting himself back at the hip and firing forward with a hook of his own into Bushi's chest sending him reeling for just a moment.

He felt the buckling of his muscles beneath the weight of the fist lodged roughly in the area of his ribcage. Luckily, the placement wasn't enough to send him reeling by any means but it would likely bruise and sting like a bitch in the morning. Nothing a bit of painkillers couldn't get him through. Taking the chance, he slid backwards trying to get a bit of breathing space between the two of them and launched another fist forward towards the man, but this time it was a feint.

The Tatsujin never intended for his fist to make any kind of contact with Kraut. Instead he through it forward to draw a reaction and then immediately in the direction that he would jump - which happened to be to Kraut's left to avoid the oncoming fist - he would fire his knee up and in driving it into the side of Kraut's abdomen without any form of remorse in doing so. He watched the man's body seemed to curl under the connection of their bodies. It was a satisfying reaction for sure but it wasn't enough to complete quench his thirst for combat here.

He needed more.

Every swing was an opportunity to experience another great thrill of battle. Another enemy was conquered beneath the foot of the powerful warrior himself. That's how Bushi saw it. There was't anything holding him back any longer and that's what got his blood pumping. The lack of restrictions and the back and forth of combat were things that seemed to get his blood boiling with excitement and this enemy was one that was at least seeming to keep toe-to-toe with him. That was surprising enough at this point. Whomever this Kraut was, he was outstanding.

As the two regained their composures they continued forward their flurries of blows. Each swing taking everything they had and a bit more. Pulses of energy burst from the clashing of their fists. They weren't letting up on each other for even a second and each time they collided together; the other's excitement grew even more. They were nearly evenly matched and they knew that at this point there was no chance of either pulling ahead without the other one making a big mistake. They were in a position that neither had come to before: they were matched dead even.

Bushi leaped back and let himself catch his breath, each pull of oxygen was equivalent to a desperate pull of energy back into his body. He tried so hard to keep himself focused in. To keep ahead, he didn't want to fall into using that but there was something about the man in front of him that was different than how humans appeared. Looking at Kraut from afar, he looked no different but if he could be in his skin he would have felt the flood of adrenaline through his body. He was keeping up through sheer power adrenaline alone.

"Alright then, Kraut," Bushi began by stepping forward and extending his arms up and out exposing his chest. "It's time that I stop warming up then." Kraut's spirit dropped. There was no way there was even more power behind this beast of a man was there? He had never encountered such a thing before. He took a deep breath, there was clearly a bluff here - there had to be. There was no way the enemy in front of him had something more than this. He could feel the passion behind the swings he threw. He gave them everything he had.

But there was more to Bushi than what Kraut could understand and that came to light as the sickly red light began to cover him. Crawling up his form in such a sickly manner as a wicked cackling could be heard coming from the being in front of them. This was the truth of Bushi's strength. That twisted form they could feel from within before was no longer held behind a bond of flesh and muscle. It took on a face before him. It's twisted black wings spread to the sky behind them with a ferocity they had never before had.

He had transformed at last.

Word Count: 1,006 / 2,012 || Solo