The Job Description - OPEN

Dymitry was walking into teh area that held Karakura High school. To many of his precious special candidates were held here for him to ignore. He finally made up his mind to just show up. but when he saw a bunch of gang members running off when he showed up. Quickly walking in he saw one standing in the center of the group and he matched the description of one candidate. Ready to figure out his mettle he cracked his knuckles. His two bodyguards backing off. He took on the persona of a mafia man. His thick russian accent along with his intimidating appearence causing the kids to part as he walked forth.

" I see you have some skill boy. Would you be so kind as to show me exactly what you got. I would not worry about anyone interfering or any innocents getting hurt, I have taken care of that. "

Which was true. Dymitry always took precaution. He had enough men stationed hidden everywhere in the area that no one of importance coudl interfere. No teacher, no officer of the law, not even a hall monitor. Children were free to walk the halls, but his twin bodyguards kept any from getting near him.

Dymitry smiled.

" You mean these? "

He pulled away his large coat revealing his two large desert eagles to the crowd. He removed one from it's sheath, and then the other, balancing them both of of a seperate finger. He held them out to the side, away from his person.

" Nico! Vladimir! Derzhitesʹ za eti dlya menya! YA sdelayu eto spravedlivo! "

His twin body guards walked forward and took a gun for each and placed them inside their expensive suits. Dymitry smiled slyly as his half fanged jaw flashed. His heavy suit and coat combination was hot in this climate but he was fine. Better than the cold russian climate of his home base.

" I do not look down upon children. I simply am a man with deserved respect. "

Dymitry replied to the spinning kick with a simple backstep away. Then the barrage of kicks and punches he swatted and blocked with ease and obvious skill of a man who had been fighting his entier life. His coat was in no way a hinderance. He was trained to fight with heavy arms so a simple coat would not stop him. After one punch he lunged forward with a powerful palm thrust. Stepping hard onto the ground with a sweep kick then an uppercut at his stomach area. He stepped back for half a second and lunging forward again, timing his movements so his opponent woudl barely have time to react to individual move. His latest lunge would be a two to one combination of fourteen punches and seven kicks. Each one coming from a different angle, devised to throw the person off more to block or dodge with each move.

(No offense to you man. But fo rthis topic at least can you make your font bigger. It hurts my eye's to read. If you can do this that would be great)

" Serious? If you want serious then here you go. "

He slid his foot back and tensed up. His body going into battle mode as time seemed to slow down. Adreneline pumped. He could see every detail and small movement that happened. He then went forward with a powerful straight punch. Planting hsi feet on the ground he went again with another, but right before it would connect he dropped six inches into the ground. His arm did not move but his whole body dropped without notice. Then as he backstepped nothing could be shown to be amiss.

" Your turn. "

An aura began to form around the young man, taking a stance as he watched the mans fierceness, the eyes taking a focused matter, the mans body seemingly slowing down as he breathed outward. "I'm ready..." The quickness of the fierce fist of the males stance, and the strength of which he made it apparent that he was superior had seemingly risen, clashing the fist against his head as the boy took the blow, his head bleeding from the strong attack, however, he stood not budging an inch, as he breathed outward.

"Your punch doesn't have as much bite as I thought..."

He moved his stance downward and placed both his fists into the middle line of his pants, he breathed outward, the force of his aura radiating with each breath. His training had improved, with the focus of his eyes, the energy of which he had calming as he would smile a large wide grin on his face. Taking a step he would shift his body, moving with great quickness, as he slid his body into a vertical stance, his left arm forward as he placed his other arm back once again. His breaths would still come.

'I got the hang of that, but can I use it...'

Dymitry looked quizically at the aura radiating from the boy. Truthfully it surpised him not, he knew of this boy's abilities. Unless he had learned a new techinique in a weeks time, Dymitry knew everything in his arsenal, knowing everything about hsi recorded past also. Being the leader of a country had its ups. Still, he knew this was the boys true serious.

" It still seemed to have the desired affect. The blood from your wound will hinder you, bleeding right into your eyes. Causing sight to to an annoyance. "

This was truth. Head wounds are hard to stop and one from that place would bleed into the boys eyesight. He saw the boy move foward and jumped back, avoiding any possible moves at that distance. He backed himself into a wall and took a defensive position meant to avoid blows, not take them.

" Have at me. "

'Perfect...'

His abilities were not to be trifled with, even if he was bleeding from his forehead, it was only pouring from the middle making him see clearly. This man was less strength more tactics, meaning, Yuushi had the advantage in power... he would see if that was true now with his prized punch. The one where he had focused enough of his strength into the stance.

"You know, smart guy, you give yourself too much credit... you have a lot of skill, and I may not be the smartest dude..."

He would clench his fist tightly giving his fist an incredibly forceful stomp as he closed in on the man, his eyes glowing brightly with a scream. His arm would go in straight no twist no turns but straight forward. Why waste energy punching a man who had the ability he did, he wasn't a slouch in fight either, and this would show. One good punch, with all his incredible "normal" strength intertwined.

"Kiaihou!" (Normal Version)

Quote :

Name: Guts Cannon - Kiaihou
Descriptions:
A technique Yuushi has had even before he had the Kiai ability but decided to name it after his first unleashing of it. Yuushi focuses all his strength into his fist, making his fist clench tighter, so much so that his muscles flex and become slightly bigger, he will then punch straightforward, this attack normally was enough to easily knock-out other humans who were twice his size. With the great strength increase, he was able to knock both a Hollow and destroy a small building with his tremendous strength. This is his signature attack.
Duration: 1 post.
Preparation: 1 post.
Cooldown: 3 posts.

Dymitry watched, backing himself into a wall was not an accident. This boy was not stupid, Dymitry did not have inhuman strength or speed even though it might seem that way. He had years of training and was a natural fighter, with battle tactics out the wazoo. He also had the intel that this boy did not and that woudl allow him to come triumphant in this fight. As the punch of great power flew towards Dymitry he stepped back, through the wall. So when teh punch hit teh wall and obliterated it, Dymitry would avoid all the strength in the punch. Even so, the wall would crumble and Dymitry would be no where in sight. But his voice was heard,

" Nice strength. I could use that. "

Dymitry stood behind him, arms crossed with a look of pure I win on his face. This would stump most people, but Dymitry had back into the wall and then switched place with the air molecules behind him. He knew with this boy attacking him with his inhuman strength and speed Dymitry could not hope to defeat him head on. So he would avoid until he would tire.

" Wondering how I did it? "

'Yes, he won't get away that easily, this bastard is mine!'

The punch crashed into the wall, Yuushi watched with a large grin with the smoke coming, he was pretty sure that thanks to his strength he was able to completely annihilate the wall, however his eyes opened as he showed concern. He didn't felt flesh, the flesh of the man should of been less concrete and more skin. Even more so, he seemingly disappeared with no trace. He placed his fist back into position, and began looking back and forth in concern, his eyes gestured before he heard a whisper.

"You bastard!"

He swiped towards his back with a strong high kick, but he dodged with a sudden back-step, Yuushi watched with mad eyes, he stood with his fists clenched and his body ready for anything. The man asked the question, Yuushi watched him confused at what he asked, he took his fist and started to move slowly tapping the ground.

'How did he move, he went straight through the wall or something, not through my punch however...'

He would keep his stance and hug his arms towards his vertical center-line, watching the man to see any sort of movement.

"What a mess... who the hell are you guy, did you take my punch or not?"

Dymitry cracked his left fist knuckles. He reached down and his hand passed harmlessly though the floor. When he brought it back he had a chunk of concrete in his hand. Tossing it up as it fell back onto his head, but did not hit him and only passed through him and hit the ground, bouncing towards Yuushi. A sick smile on his face.

"My name is Dymitry Turncov. I was born outside of matter. I can ignore it and it's restrictions."

He saluted him and waved goodbye as he suddenly dropped through the floor. He then jumped out of the ground ten feet on teh other side of the broken wall. The travel time was not instantaneous, but was fast enough.

"To answer your second question. No I did not take it. So come on. Hit me.

'What in the hell, someone who can phase through matter, awesome power, but... never mind I can punch a huge monster through a building...'

He reassured himself that truth was stranger than fiction, the mans body moved quickly, he watched the movement gaining a grasp of his movement speed, he began to run towards him, his fist tightening with the clench, he would punch forward with great power, though not nearly as powerful as his best punch. He had done a quick elevated kick, and moved towards him once more with a clenched lariat kick towards his neck.

"Dammit, I hate this!"

He screamed, as he went back to stance.