Steel vs Chomei, East V. North! [Inv. Chomei]

That thing he called his soul had been nearly overtaken now, by the whirling firestorm within himself. Laying waste to his inner consciousness, he offered Steel a paltry smirk as he watched the man begin his own technique, gathering energy. It reminded him of his own move... though not nearly as beautiful. Almost an imitation... He flexed his hands, feeling them crack against the strain.

Something cried out within him as he lept forward, winding back his arm with unnatural dexterity. It wound further and further, straining to reach beyond what his own body would allow, and with one guttural roar, filled with all the passion and emotion of which he was capable, Chomei struck the air before him.


His fist exploded with mystical energy, the golden glow surrounding it becoming a cloud of orange, through which a mighty dragon burst—The visage of one, created from pure Dragon Force, a whirlwind of magic and plasma. The dragon itself seemed to roar as it neared to Steel, or maybe that was him? With the arena shaking, with all that was flying through Chomei's mind, he couldn't tell. He started to feel a burning pain throughout his entire body, something which should have concerned him. Yet, he smiled defiantly—The Dragon accepted the cost of this final, triumphant attack. However much the martial artist fought back...

His ears were overcome with the sounds of a hurricane, the roaring winds buffeted by the pure might of his awesome attack, He felt the Dragon Fist pierce through the pitiful barrier, the "shield" Steel had put up. All color had faded from vision, his eyes seeing almost only red. He was laughing as his attack pushed Steel back, burst against his form, and threw him into the barricade beyond. He was nearly there, To what? Chomei wasn't sure. But his very spirit was burning now, burning with such a ferocity that it spread pain through every inch of his body.

In his mind, he tried to remember how much time had passed. Still a few seconds left, he thought triumphantly. The Dragon was pleased with himself, he took an unsteady step forward. He'd forgotten the purpose of this fight, why he'd engaged in this brutal melee. All of that had been last in the passion and whirlwind of emotions that had overtaken his thoughts and mind. Well... I should finish him off then, He decided, taking another step towards Steel. The crowd roared their approval of his deed—The Dragon thought it was a little annoying. Suddenly, the piercing pain he felt all over ended. His eyes widened a little in shock.

Whats... Happening?

That orb from before, Chomei's soul, flared in defiance of these thoughts. Of this passion. Of the love of violence which coursed through him. A different pain raced through his body now, leaving him unable to breathe, he hunched over, trying desperately to regain control. His muscles spasmed, his fingers waggled uncontrollably. In one instance, The Dragon fell suddenly unconscious.

The crowd quieted then, a hush as he collided with the stone. Some wondered if Chomei had won, or if this had been a double knockout. The facts were, the nearest cameras had burst before the might of the two martial artists. The final seconds of the match had moved so briskly, and his collapse followed so suddenly, that there could be no certainty. 

Chomei awoke a minute or two later, there were some crews now tending to him and Steel. 

"... Huh? How'd I get knocked out..." He muttered quietly. His memory of the past few minutes was foggy. All he knew for certain, was that he felt hellishly hot.