Three hours.


Three hours.



Three hours Kamui had spent inside yet another Fight Club. Another attempt to earn money. This time to repair his vessel. The bout over Kanassa had left Kamui Solaris, Captain of the Howling Tempest, enraged. That stupid knight burst through the hull of his ship multiple times, and caused what could potentially could be thousands of zeni in damages, as well as crew casualties. So now, not only did he have to pay for repairs, but he had to find new recruits, and potentially a new Lieutenant. Ever since the assault on The Avarice, one of his lieutenants, Sansho had been in the medical bay, suffering from critical injuries, the likes of which Sawbones simply couldn't fix. The purple Changeling feared that this was it for Sansho, which meant he would have to search for others to fill the position. Yet, that was an issue for another time. Money came first.


Not that Kamui wasn't a successful pirate. He was a young crime lord, only nineteen years old, with a pirate crew that was only three years old. He had conducted a plethora of successful raids upon lone ships, raiding them for all the valuables they had and then hightailing it out of there. Yet, he wasn't willing to dip his hands into that bag of riches just yet. No, he needed more in order to be comfortable enough to spend so much on his massive cruiser.

Thus, he was here.

While not as nice as Club Starlight, theBjorn's Urge For Honour was a rather nice club, with a much nicer health care plan for their combatants. While Club Starlight thrived on brutality and carnage, this club allowed honorable combat, but ultimately non-fatal, and provided good health services for their combatants, making a nice place for return fighters. Yet, Club Starlight had considerably higher grand prizes.

But, this would do nicely. Ever since arriving, Kamui had checked in with the attendants, and had placed himself in a waiting room, closing his eyes and meditating as he awaited his turn. He had received his opponent a week prior, another space pirate it seemed. Kamui had never heard of the man before, but then again such wasn't surprising. When it came to business dealings, Kamui was quite charismatic, yet aloof at the same time, never becoming too friendly with those who could potentially be rivals.

Not to say he wouldn't fight them. To be frank, Kamui had an endless desire to become stronger, and to evolve through combat. Every fight, win or loss, allowed him an opportunity to further himself as a combatant....as long as he didn't die, of course. Thus, he accepted Ookami's challenge, and here he was, awaiting the call to battle.

Sighing lightly, the multicolored Changeling closed his eyes as he shut away the noise, preferring the tranquility and one-ness that came with meditation. Rounds came and went, with fighters engaging each other in noble bouts of combat, blood and energy blasts flying as men and women of varying levels of power shot energy blasts at each other.

And then finally, his name was called.

Kamui was quite an interesting sight. He was a five foot ten inches tall Changeling of multiple colors. His natural Bio Armor covered a great deal of his body, offering a breastplate and shoulder pads, as well as pink gemstones across the body. His multicolored skin also seemed to emulate pants, even though the bio armor served as all the clothing most Changelings needed, with any additional layers being up to personal preference.

Opening his eyes, Kamui moved forward, his body radiating a rather intense blue aura that outlined his body, giving him greater definition. His purple tail waved back and forth behind him as he sauntered up to the arena. His focus was at its' peak, nothing could distract him now.

As he arrived to the arena, his calm eyes would analyze Ookami's frame, taking note of the man before allowing his power level to spike. He didn't have any intent of holding back, considering that money was involved. He had to win. He had to succeed

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How foolish.



Kamui was used to having his diminishing stature made fun of. Granted, in this day in age, most fighters were well above six foot, with some even spouting into what Kamui could most likely legally diagnose as Giantism. To those who were not familiar with him, it would even allow a would be combatant to gain some sense of confidence over the Changeling.


Maybe this would be no different.


Kamui crossed his arms over his chest, his dark blue tail swishing back and forth as he watched impassively as his opponent seemed to prepare himself for battle. He didn't even need his scouter to tell him that his opponent was stronger, the red visor across his eyes merely giving numerals to what Kamui already knew. A power level past one hundred and sixty thousand....how impressive. Near than double his own base strength. If Kamui were to power himself up to his absolute maximum limit of strength, he could most definitely match such a power output, but he discerned that to do such would be a foolish choice so early in the game. No, it was much better to wait it out, and to discover his opponent's talents.


It turned out he didn't have to wait long, for not soon after such thoughts crossing the Changeling's mind did Ookami spring into action, immediately summoning what seemed to be a demonic looking mask along his face. Not soon after, the demonic looking man sprung into action charging straight for Kamui, only to vanish in a poof of smoke, reappearing behind the Changeling. Almost immediately, Kamui's scouter visor alerted him to the shift in direction as the device picked up on the energy signature, not that the Changeling wasn't already aware. As Ookami reached to grab at the Commodore's tail, he would find that there was just one thing that was wrong.



Kamui was gone. Just like that, the Changeling's body flickered, distorted and vanished into thin air. In the blink of an eye, Kamui had moved, rapidly dodging the attack. Interestingly enough, if there was one thing Kamui could pride himself on throughout his life, it was his speed. Ever since he was a child, his movement speed had always been something to be admired. His capability to cover large distances in short time, and to be able to travel faster than one could follow was always a talent of his. One that he was proud of. His variation of Rapid Movement, known as Sonic Warp, was merely his speed exemplified, allowing him to blur out of sight, and reappear at a moment's notice, before some could even fully adapt to the change in role from attacker and defender.

Such a shift in roles had occurred now, even if Ookami didn't know it yet.



As the afterimage of his body left behind faded into nothingness, Kamui reappeared besides his opponent, immediately taking the heavy offensive. His right hand forming a fist, Kamui would lunge himself forward to slug Ookami across the face, aiming for the corresponding cheek of his opponent. Not waiting to see whether the attack would deal sufficient damage or not, Kamui would allow his other hand to fall back, allowing purplish energy to coalesce in that hand, coating his hand in purple Ki, sharpening such energy into what could be considered an energy blade. Rearing his left hand, Kamui would move to execute a fast series of swipes across the man's center mass, the energy blade making a low pitched hum as Kamui swung it, intent on slicing across the man's frame several times over.



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Kamui merely narrowed his eyes in response to his attack making contact with his opponent, his Sauzer blade splitting both clothing and skin, drawing blood, only for said wounds to merely close due to what the Changeling could only guess was a healing technique, most likely biological, or perhaps another trick that his opponent had seemingly gained while in Hell.


So he has been dead before? How interesting. Kamui noted as he launched himself back, in order to create some distance, his Sauzer blade still active, the purple waves of Ki rolling off his right palm.


Kamui had been in multiple fights throughout his life, the success and failure of said fights varied depending on the fighter, but throughout each battle, at least once his opponent had to talk his head off with nonsense about how the wounds Kamui had just inflicted meant nothing, or about how hitting someone X amount of times was only a lucky hit, etc. etc. It was all the same ol' spheel in the end, one that the Changeling mercenary was quickly getting tired of hearing.

To him, every aspect of combat was a tool, including speech. Talking excessively was only useful when it could serve to distract or unnerve an opponent, without distracting yourself. Otherwise, it was only hurtful to oneself. The same rang true if your attempts to unnerve an opponent through speech failed in its' priority. Then it was just wasted time and breath.

"Hmph." Kamui grunted as Ookami sprang back into action, the Changeling's eyes riveted on the man as he burst into action, Kamui's body moving in tandem. A plume of black smoke surrounded the pair, with Ookami attempting to use the cover of dark smoke to hide his execution of a horizontal slice with his blade. Out of reflex, Kamui raised his arm to block the blade, Ookami's blade making a large Clang sound as the metal of the sword came into contact with Kamui's natural Bio Armor, hitting the gemstone imbedded in his armor right over the wrist, effectively negating the damage. A similar scenario rang true for Ookami's Dodon Ray barrage, the demonic being deciding to sacrifice punching power for swift ranged attacks. Normally a smart move for those who prove much stronger than their opponent, for the energy behind such a blow should still be enough to cause damage. However, Kamui was a natural fighter in his own right, with differences in energy level being only but a small advantage to the opposing fighter. Closing his arms together in front of his upper body, the Dodon Rays smashed against his guard, his Bio Armor once again coming in handy as the Dodon Rays failed to penetrate the thick armored plating.

Finally, as Ookami drew in close again for what could have been a finishing blow, Kamui twisted his body back, skirting around the butt of the sword Ookami used to attack with the skill and grace reminiscent of some form of acrobat. Twirling around his opponent, Kamui would vanish into thin air once more, the afterimage of his form distorting before vanishing into nothingness, the real Changeling appearing once more meters to Ookami's back, already preparing his offense.

While his right hand recharged the Sauzer Blade, Kamui stuck his left hand out. He was not quite positive what these man's weird abilities were, but he had a very unique tricks of his own, which proved just as volatile in a fight such as this. Kamui's body began to emanate a dull blue aura, the Changeling's eyes themselves glowing a bright bluish white as he exerted Psychokinetic control over his opponent. Attempting to use his psychic prowess to hypnotize and seize control of Ookami's mind, even for just a moment, the Changeling tried to exert a slight lapse in reactionary time upon the fighter, in an attempt to slow down his ability to fight back against the Changeling.

Following up immediately afterwards, the Changeling would shoot forward, his body warping in and out of sight as he rapidly closed the distance between him and his opponent. Appearing to Ookami's right flank, Kamui would bring his energy blade down swiftly, seeking to bear down upon the man's side, Kamui's Sauzer Blade merely a blur of purple light as he sought to rend his opponent.

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What a simple beast.


His opponent was simply falling into his hands. Each successful attack was another step closer to victory. Yet, despite everything, his opponent seemed to take pleasure in his own failure, each attack near euphoric for the fighter, proving worthy of intense laughter and signs of exhilaration. Such didn't make sense to the Changeling, yet he quickly decided that it did not have to.

Victory was almost his anyway.


Nonetheless, his opponent seemed intent on persevering until the very end, even if the odds seemed grim. Backflipping to create some distance between himself and Kamui, Ookami quickly countered with a swift exhalation, releasing what seemed to be waves of black flames, releasing a rather noxious gas to boot, intent on assaulting Kamui in both a direct sense and an indirect sense, seeking to poison and burn him. Instead of moving to dodge, Kamui instead merely raised his left arm in a defense, his teal colored aura bursting up to envelop him, serving as a buffer of sorts against the flames and smog, protecting him from harm as Ookami released everything he had at the man.


Eventually, the onslaught ended, leaving Kamui in a cloud of black smoke, which soon cleared to reveal the Changeling as relatively unharmed....and revealed Ookami to Kamui. Despite having sensed a gathering of energy from the man prior to the smoke clearing, Kamui was ignorant as to exactly what Ookami was doing until this moment, the blue rotating, serrated edge disk of energy proving a rather imposing sight to see. Something not to take lightly.


Yet, the Changeling couldn't help but note that the man had every opportunity in the world to launch it at the Changeling while the smokescreen was still up, using Kamui's lack of vision as an advantage for himself. Yet, Ookami waited...and then announced the technique outright before firing it, merely giving Kamui more time to process that an attack was to occur, and giving him ample reactionary time. Thus, it shouldn't have been a surprise to find that Kamui vanished from sight just as the disk prepared to bisect him, the Changeling using his rather quick reflexes to dodge the attack, leaving an ethereal afterimage in its' place.

One just had to be a bit quicker on the offensive, next time. Kamui certainly was.

Appearing once more in front of Ookami, Kamui would immediately spring into action upon reappearance, his right hand (which still had the Sauzer Blade active) moving to cut diagonally, from left hip to right shoulder, across the center mass. Almost immediately after such an attack, regardless of the result, Kamui would immediately execute an aerial backflip, his body moving backwards, the tip of his lead foot moving to smash directly into Ookami's chin with enough force to stagger.



Upon reaching purchase on solid ground once more, Kamui would flicker out of view once more, his speed taking him farther than the naked eye could track. He wouldn't appear again until meters of distance was built between the two, the Changeling's arms extended, each finger on each hand held slightly apart. Leaving little time to chance, Kamui began charging bright red energy to his fingertips in a finger scatterbeam, little red orbs of energy forming at the end of each fingertip. In tandem, Kamui's aura sparked to life, teal colored light enveloping the Changeling as he prepared to fire. After a moment of harnessing energy, Kamui released his attack in a perfectly executed assault, ten piercing beams of energy, one from each finger, being sent on their way to crash into Ookami. Upon contact, the beams wouldn't explode. Instead, they were meant to burrow straight through an opponent, punching holes in them as if the beams themselves were bullets.





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