Yukimura

Yeah, our old RP was rapidly losing writers, so I'm starting a new, more open-ended one. Join if you want, any sort of power is welcome, I don't care. It's half-way a joke anyway. Just try not to god-mod cuz that makes it less fun.

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Matrue stood alone in a vast plane. It was a very convenient location for a fight, because every sort of landform imaginable was nearby. Mountains, snow, desert, oceans, just a mile or two away. Any fighter could move to the turf that best suits their abilities. Because of this, this has become known as the "Combat Plains". It's not claimed by any country, and at this point no country would want it. It's now home to all sorts of underground fighting events, or just people with an itchin' for some action. Matrue had such an itch.

The wild-eyed youth had short dirty-blonde hair that seemed to point in every direction. He stood a little taller than most men, and a little bigger too. It was obvious from looking at him that he was a strong man, and he walked with that special sort of limp that marked him as a fighter. The cauliflower ear was a little bit of a givaway too. Of course, anyone who spoke to him for more than five minutes would probably find themselves challenged to a fight, so it didn't take much detectivework to figure him out.

Armed with his Emjon crystal, he felt sure he could handle any foe. With enough willpower, the crystal enabled him to summon, to an extent, any sort of power in existance. He could fight anyone on their own ground, or any ground he felt like for that matter. Every video game he had ever played, every movie he had ever watched, every book he had ever read, every sort of ability he could even imagine was at his disposal, limited only by his own will. Matrue, however, was not without his own set of skills. The cyan crystal glows softly. Matrue looked at it in his hand, and then off into the horizon.

As though out of nowhere, a group of three warriors descended upon him. One was quite large, larger even than Matrue. One was armed with a razor sharp looking katana. The third a simple dagger and light clothing. They quickly got on three sides of Matrue. The big one spoke.

"Looks like this one may just be a challenge for us."

"Funny. I didn't expect to hear a man who attacks in a group to be looking for a simple challenge. Seems unusually honorable of you."

"Strength is strength m'boy. I happen to have the strength of leadership. Why should that keep me from joining in the fun here in Combat Plains?"

"Be careful. You almost called yourself strong for being able to lead rabble like this."

"Why you arrogant little..."

The little one seemed to disappear before Matrue's eyes. In a flash, he was before him with a dagger. The Emjon crystal flashed and Matrue was suddenly sent spinning with incredible speed. Chakra poured from his pores so quickly that it became tangible. His opponent stopped mid-thrust, and was sent flying back crashing into the ground far away.

The big guy and the samurai both came at Matrue. The crystal flashed again, and Matrue moved the earth under the big guy's feet to cause him to crash to the ground. He turned and brought a pillar of rock from the ground just in time to stop the samurai's katana. He put his hand against it, and the pillar shot into the samurai's head, knocking him unconscious. Matrue moved it into the air, and brought it crashing back down on the big guy just as he was getting up.

"Well that was fairly easy. I hope someone stronger comes."

A breeze seemed to blow past Matrue, and he instantly noticed his hand was empty. A few feet away stood the theif.

"So I guess my first move didn't knock you out after all."

"You were too arrogant. It's obvious that this crystal is the source of your power. Now it's mine, and I will use it to crush you!"

The theif raised his hands into the air, and a little dust around his feet kicked up slightly. A puzzled look crossed his face, but it quickly changed to fear as Matrue took hold of his collar.

"Speed can't help you now, and you just don't have the willpower to use a stone like that. There are a very few people on earth who can, don't feel bad. You did pretty well today."

Matrue punched his enemy solidly in his diaphragm and then grabbed his wrist, twisting it and catching his Emjon crystal as it fell. He brought his elbow back into the theif's ribs, and spun delivering a solid punch to his chin that sent him flipping head over heels away. Matrue crossed his arms and waited for a new challenger.