Saizo vs Kazuma (Oh dear God)

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It was a calm day. There was a moderate amount of clouds in the sky, yet the sun was still obviously dominant. There was a plenty of gusts of wind, though each gust was gentle, therapeutic even. Every few minutes there would be a cast of shade over area. Not too far away from the city of Omashu, there was a quiet meadow with a flowing river next to it.

Sitting in the meadow, not too far from the river, was a man with shoulder length black hair and a rather toned frame. He wore a sash diagonally across his torso and a pair of pants, whose sash was tied to his side. Across his lap laid an exotic polearm that was made famous years ago yet had not been used much. It was called a guandao, used against the avatar by one of the Rough Rhinos. This one, however, was made quite differently. It featured a type of hand guard that flowed down the entire shaft of the weapon and the counter wait was not pointed, instead it was a weird hectagonal shape.

The man's name was Saizo Takawa, a miner and blacksmith from the countryside of the Earth Kingdom. He was in the Allied states territory, only to meet up with the man who had answered his call for a sparring partner. He did not expect the match to get fatal, so he carried his leather scabbard for the blade of his weapon so he wouldn't hurt the man.

Saizo had his eyes closed for the majority of the time, looking up every now and then to look at the sun's position, waiting patiently on his partner. With a sigh, he stood from his position with his polearm in his hand. He looked out at the river, getting lost in the sound of the rushing water, I hope this guy gets here soon.. He thought to himself, getting a rare anxious feeling.

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Kazuma looked through trees to see that the sun was perched high in the sky. He had guessed the the time was around mid-day and he so far had only a couple more minutes to get to his destination. He had gotten a letter from a unknown man that was wishing for a duel. He hadn't the slightest clue why but he had graciously accepted. He liked fighting in a sense but that was also counter-acted by the war. For the time being he was on some R&R and was sent out of the Bulwarks for a week to himself then to return to active duty. But instead he woke up in the morning with a knock on his room door saying that there was a letter form him and to meet him in the meadow past district 39 of the southern Earth Kingdom which was a days travel away. So far the trip that he was on was presumptuously boring so he decided to mosey on over to the planned spot and spar with the man.

Of course this wasn't a duel to the death, or at least he hoped so or else this man will be in for more then he possibly bargained for. As he cleared the trees and began walking to the destined spot he could see a man sitting in the distance. As he looked closer and rose over a hill noticed that there was a small stream close to them as well. Luckily enough for him. Maybe the man didn't know that he was a Bender? Either way it didn't matter to him.

As he walked forwards coming from the mans back he announced himself and noticed that the man bore a out-dated weapon of sorts. It was common to the spear he carried but it was much different in a way. Luckily he had his Katana in case he needed to do some up close combat. "Are you the one that has called me here?" he inquired pulling his spear off his back and planting the butt of it into the ground.

This should be interesting. He loved fighting people he knew nothing about. It let him learn new and interesting things about other enemies and fighting styles. For all he knew, this man could be a bender, or maybe even a master weapons expert. None of that mattered to him, the only thing that runs through his war-mentality is "Win, stay alive, and death is not a fear."

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Hearing the man's voice, Sai turned his head slightly so that he could see the man over his shoulders. He scanned him over a bit, actually looking more for his choice of arms than the man's build. He only saw two, the first being the spear which was just forced into the earth, the second being what seemed to be a katana, by the length of its scabbard. Hm... so he's using a medium and a short ranged weapons.. He is trained, shouldn't underestimate. Apparently versatile. He thought to himself before turning around to face the man.

Looking down a little to make eye contact with the warrior, Sai nodded. "Yes I am the one who called for you. Thank you for showing, you are the only one who did. A friendly spar, I will keep my weapon sheathed, you may do what you will." His voice was a rumbling bass, it was easier to feel than it was to hear, even with their distance.

He walked away from the stream and faced towards the man, bowing for a second before lightly kicking the butt of his guandao backwards, sending the butt into the air. His right hand gripped the shaft three inches from the blade and he adjusted it so the shaft wass aligned with his arm and the butt was behind his left shoulder. He crouched his knees a bit and held his left arm out to his side.

"Whenever you are ready."

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Kazuma's eyes narrowed slightly to try and decipher what the man was looking at. He didn't see the mans eyes start from the bottom up, instead it moved from one spot, then swiftly to another then at his face. He was obviously checking out what he had armed himself with of course and didn't care about his built. So in a way this man was confident in his abilities and he was glad of that. Fighting a man with no chance would prove to be no fun at all. He watched as the man twirled his pole-arm into the air and skillfully catch it. Apparently he's either god with that or he spent all this time practicing that one move.

He nodded at the man and then picked up his spear and grasped it with both hands then leveling it out at a slight upwards angle his body turned sideways with the weapon ready to go. "Then we shall dance." he seethed as he stepped forward slightly then launched forward with a quick jab to his torso not taking off the leather covering the blade so that it wouldn't cut or kill, all it would do would bring pain and bruises, possibly even broken ribs. As he jabbed he pulled it back following up the attach with a twirl turning his body counter clockwise whipping the spear around with momentum to try and get an angle hit on the man.

He looked around as he spun and attacked. He tried to pick out some possible advantage points around the area. The stream was a obvious one but he didn't want to unveil that he was a water bender until he had to, unless the man already knew then he wouldn't have a surprise waiting for him. He could also retreat to the trees if he had to. He was very attuned to battle in many different locations and he would be able to fight there just as well as anywhere else using the clusters of wood to his advantage. Then the last spot he could recognize is a large area of what was known as Dragon Grass. The grass was called so because it was deep red in color and over 7 feet tall. There was many chances for sneak attacks just screaming for use in there. Either way this was going to be fun, and he would reap the benefits of fighting someone other then some deranged crazy disfigured monster that was trying to actually kill him......marvelous.

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Seeing the man thrust his spear forward, Sai finished thinking about what were his disadvantages. Unfortunately for him there were quite a few. He twisted his body at his hips towards the right in order to avoid the leather covered spear head, and before he knew it, the head had retracted and he straightened his body. Seeing the man start to spin, Sai had a feeling that he was going to try to knock his block off. Sai clenched his teeth unconsciously and took a couple of steps back, seeing the man whip his spear out.

A grin spread across Sai's lips. He started to believe that he had given himself too much doubt in that he wouldn't be able to keep up with the man. He reentered his stance as before, the only difference being that he spreed his feet apart slightly wider than shoulder's length. He brought his mighty weapon across his body, his left hand moving down two inches from the butt and his right hand an inch above the middle.

His eyes kept a broad view of the man's body, a good distance between the two, neither the man's spear able to reach, nor Sai's guandao. He gripped his blade a bit tighter, readying himself for another attack.

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Kazuma watched as the other man seemingly easily dodges his spear attacks. He didn't really think much of it cause he at this point wasn't being to difficult. Though he did want to bring up the tempo a bit.

He twirled the spear around a couple times then jabbed out with it a few times then swung it around to attempt a blunt end smash on into the mans cheek with the bottom of it. He then followed it up with releasing a hand on the spear to punch forward with a hard right hook then recovering and taking a quick hop back pretending to back out then leaping forward.

He lunged forward swinging the spear down at an angle in a fake as he plunged the tip into the ground using it as a pole-vault and launched forward in attempt to kick the man in the chest.

This string of attacks were in no way planned. As of right now he was just tossing around a bunch of random attacks to level out and measure how the mans own skills were in defense. And so far he hasn't taken the opportunity to attack so he is either hesitant or possibly even a defensive fighter. Either way he would find a way to break through. And so far a surprise attack was the only way to accomplish this. His actions were so far on a easy level and he was gaining rank to the more harder stuff to deflect or even evade. He knew he had moves up his sleeve and wondered if the other man had any of his own, or maybe he was just that one wandering farmer guy hoping to get some cool scars to tell all the girls back home.

This fight as of now isn't very exciting and he wondered if it would turn out to be any fun at all. He hoped so for his own sake so that he could get at least a small bit of training before he headed back to the Bulwark for more fights against fear itself. He made his move, now its time to see his opponents.

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Seing the man get, what seemed to Sai, his second wind, Sai began loosen up a bit, so he could match the assaults with the speed he needed to. He swayed from side to side to avoid the thrusts, using the shaft of his weapon to deflect the last one a bit. He smiled to himself a bit until he saw the man spin his weapon around to thrust the but of the spear towards his chin. Stepping to his right, Sai avoided the spear butt, but was hit in his jaw by the man's right hook. After taking the hit, Sai stumbled back a bit to compose himself.

By the time Sai looked up again the man was jabbing his spear into the ground, using it as a mini pole vault. Seeing the way the man propelled himself and how the kick was extended, Sai rolled to the outside of the man, avoided the kick. He quickly brought his blade up and turned around, knowing the man would land behind him, and stepped forward, bringing his mighty polearm down in a left diagonal. The weight of the weapon and the force of Sai's swing was enough to break down a few of the Kingdom's greatest soldiers in one blow, the blade itself known for cutting off limbs without effort, would only do bruising and bone crushing damage.

Whether he hit his target or not was none of his concern, however. If he hit his opponent then of course the weapon would stop due to the leather casing over the blade, but if the blow is not successful, then Sai would let momentum take its course, with a bit of guidance, letting go of it with his right hand, making a complete circle with his left arm still holding the weapon, swinging again. After the second swing he would let the momentum carry the bald again, this time instead of allowing a third swing, he would angle the weapon to land on his right shoulder, the curve of the blade facing upwards and his right hand gripping right beneath the blade and his left arm crossed over his chest, with his palm facing his opponent with his finger curled, resembling a tiger's claw.