Kung Fu Showdown. (Open to everyone)
 

The Jist.
The jist of this RP is that the RPers are all characters in a new action film. A classic good vs. evil film. I only have a few things to ask of you if you participate in this RP is that you don't go in a massive calvinball god-mod attack and that you don't make up areas as the RP goes along. A area will be set (quite vividly too!) so please stick with it. The combat is all centered around the area so there is no reason to have to leave there and make a new area up.
Final thing, stick with the times. Don't bring a lightsaber to a ninja showdown (Which, funnilly enough, is where the film is being set)

The Scene
It's a japanese dojo. Outside there is a bare tree with no leaves. The ground is mostly muddy with a few patches on light grass, it's also has been lightly snowing resently and it's about 10 degrees centergrade. A 20 foot wooden wall surrounds the dojo with pointed tips. A locked gate is infront of entrance to the dojo.
There are 5 steps leading up to the dojo with a platform all the way around the dojo with a banister.
Inside the dojo there is a soft, slightly spoungey floor. The walls are lined with katanas, swords and shields. The walls are also quite thin, a swift kick to someone could easily make them break through the walls. There is a suit of japanese amror in the far corner.
There is a door leading to the room where the hero* sleeps. It houses a bed and a chest that has clothes and ninja equipment (Smoke bombs and ninja stars among other things**)

*There can be more than 1 hero character, but there is no lead hero
**You can think up more things to go in the chest, just keep with the times. (Ninjas and samurais)

Storyline
The Hero characters are asleep in the back room. While they are asleep, their master is sweeping the dojo floor. The evil characters break in and grab the master. They question him for an object. He doesn't know what they are talking about.
The hero characters awake at the sound of the conversation. The evil characters see the heros come into the dojo hall, and kill their master infront of their eyes. The heros then fight for revenge.

PS: Please state which side you are on.

Prizes and Scoring:
Through out the RP, I will be awarding and removing points based on marking schemes. Players will also be able to tilt the vote to give points to a player they think deserve them. You can win a maxinum of 5 points from each catargorie.
-Involving the storyline.
-Awesomenisisty of your character and his actions. (It is a film after all)
-Keeping with the times.
-Description of what is happening. Make the place sound viewtiful.
-Tilt (5 points for winning the tilt, then 3 for 2nd and 1 for 3rd. Nothing for the rest).
I will hopfully get a nice prize for the winner.

My part:

Psymon looks startled at his master's corpse.
"You!" points Psymon, "You did this and now you must pay!" Psymon rushes blindly into combat only to be knocked back by a nameless guard.
"You fool. You cannot defeat us and your master payed for your mistake of thinking you could."
"Why did you kill him? He did nothing to you."
"He knows what he did. His life could have been spared if he had given us what we are after"
"And what is that?"
"Bwhahaha, He doesn't even know"
Psymon rises to his feet. He let out a battle cry that would of shattered windows if there was any in the dojo (Not because it was high-pitched ofcourse, my character is no ladie-man), and sliced the guard that knocked him down in half. Psymon just stood there, breathing heavily, as the gaurd's head fell to meet his own feet.

Wrong area.

This should probably go in sign-up/discussion area.

(OOC: I don't think he wants a signup, just a description and start.)

Kai stepped out of his sleep into the room, grabbing his heavy club with one hand. One of the men who had assisted in his master's murder ran at him until a thick meaty hand grabbed his throat, impeding his movements. The man gurgled his threats until Kai's head came crashing down to meet the evil doers forehead. The threats stopped there as the man's head lolled about in a daze. Kai tossed him efortlessly up into the air and brought the club down.
Kai stepped over his previous foe's body, not that hard since half of it had become embedded inside the dojo's floors.

(Still OOC: Bingo. I hate the waiting around with the sign-ups, it's unnessisery when an opening post could do it and get the story rolling at the same time.)
(Differant OOC: We need evil people.)

"Who are you?" Demanded Psymon.
"I am known only as `Breen`"
`Breen` was obviously from overseas, most likely English. His hair which was normally dark brown was now turning grey. He is in his early 50's and is wearing a traditional japanese ninja outfit in black. He was wearing it as if to mock the heros, as his posture and the way he murdered their master definatly showed he wasn't one.
Psymon walked calmly towards Breen, trying to look like nothing had happened. But his inexperience at disguising his true motives showed that he wasn't about to shake Breen's hand. Two of Breen's guards stepped into Psymon's way. He tried to walk between them but they wouldn't let him through. Before they could even draw their swords, Psymon had already sliced the guard on the right in half, verticly.
The one on the left had managed to draw his sword, but as he brought it down towards Psymon's head, Psymon had already grabbed it by the handle. With a quick twist, Psymon disarmed him, cutting the guard's left hand off in the process, skwered him in the chest and flung the guard and his sword at the wall where he twitched suspended a foot off of the floor.

(OOC: Evil.)

Right when Psymon had finished with the last guard, there was a small explosion above their heads. Pieces of the ceiling began to fall down, raining upon those below. Out of the new hole in the ceiling jumped a man. He was rather tall with a lean build. He was wrapped in a black garb, and a long blue scarf was tied around his neck. The entire face below his nose was covered in a black sash. He had shaggy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, and a long scar going from the top left of his face, and trailing diagonally to the bottom right. A katana was strapped to his back.

He landed lightly in front of Breen, keeping Psymon from the killer.

"Hello there. I'm called Thomas. Please do not attack my master again."

One of the students of the dead master reached forward and grabbed Thomas by the shoulder. The student had watched Psymon dispatch the other guards so easily, and likely thought that Thomas would be the same amount of challenge. When Thomas coldly looked at the hand that grabbed his shoulder, the student instantly knew that it would not be the case.

"Filth shouldn't touch me."

Thomas grabbed the hand and applied concentrated pressure in the center. The sound of breaking bones could be heard through the room. With his other hand, Thomas palmed the student in the throat, and gave a satisfied look as the esophagus collapsed. He released the hand, and did a flying spin kick. His foot connected with the student's chest, and he went flying back. His body connected with the wall, and continued through, leaving a gaping hole in the wall where the student flew through.

(OOC: He was a nameless student. No one important.)

Kai's eyes flared at the gaijin's remarks. One of the remnant guards rushed sword drawn until his weapon met the student's club, bending to the breaking point under the sudden and complete stress on its thin frame. In desperation the foreigner lashed out a punch at Kai's face, connecting fully. He pulled his hand away in complete pain, most of the knuckle bones and ligaments nigh-shattered by the ninja's jaw.
Kai merely creaked his head to the side, a loud and obnoxious crack echoing forth. Spinning around at a speed belying his size the large club connected with the invader's chest but it seemed to take a moment before the Englishman realized what had happened. When he tried to breathe it became apparent that somehow the action was undoable, and if he could turn his head around he would have realized that Kai had managed to bend four of his ribs inward, impaling his lungs and a myriad of other probably vital organs. He sadly collapsed on the ground before this realization could crest up.
Raising the bloodless club to point at Thomas he made one thing clear.
"Mine."

Thomas turned to his master, and gave a small bow.

"Master. May I show this...ninja, how we were trained?"

Breen nodded. Thomas turned, and raised his hand to his back. His hand grasped the hilt of his katana, and slowly was unsheathed.

"Well then. Let us dance."

Thomas entered an offensive stance, and then quickly began to sprint forward. Two other students got between Thomas and Kai. His katana flashed out, leaving trails of reflective light from his blade. He continued running past the two students, both of them with looks of surprise on their faces. Why would the ninja simply run past them? Then, they noticed that blood began to drip down from their necks. Suddenly, large spouts of blood began to rush out from the gashes. They grabbed at their throats with futility, and their eyes went blank.

Thomas got in close to Kai, and for a split moment, their eyes met. Time seemed to almost stand still as the blood, dust, and sweat froze in the air. Then, time went back to normal as the two ninja entered their duel.

Thomas began. He leapt up high into the air, and began to slash down with his keen blade.

Breen turned to his side and nodded at somebody hidden in the shadows. The man, dark eyes glimmering in the light, flowed forward, his lithe shape elegantly poised, ready for combat.
"Master. Shall I take care of the other?"
Another slight nod.
"Master." The young man flowed forward again, his feet almost gliding on the ground as he drew his weapon. The katana's thin blade hissed out of his well-oiled sheath.

A studen dared to stand between his sword and his target, Psymon, swinging the weapon and attacking with a cry of passion.
There was a blur of silver-white flame. The blade of the man sang as it snaked forward and caught the student in the unguarded neck regions. Blood immediately spurted, and the student fell, clutching at his throat and gurgling.

The dark-haired, young man turned his deadly gaze on Psymon, his pale, thin lips moving, forming the quiet, cold words.
"I am called Oedipus. You will die by my blade."
His blade sang again as he flowed forward towards Psymon, arcing in a deadly silver-white light, aimed at Psymon's torso, intending to disembowel.

((OOC: I couldn't think of a name... so I chose the first thing that came into my English-subject riddled brain...))

Kai's battle growl grew into a roar as he brought his club into the katana's path. All doubt of his opponent's skill was, what little there was as Kai was taught to overestimate if anything, evaporated when the blade dug into the thick wooden hunk that was his weapon.
Kai's pupil's first dilated, absorbing the entire whiteness of his eye, then shrunk, until his natural hazel was the only thing visible. The bands around his muscles tensed then snapped at the output is was trying to contain. The air around the two connected weapons found itself inside a sudden vacuum.
As all that was happening in the infintessimalist fraction of a second Kai pushed the katana away, forcing the airborne Thomas to fly backwards. Air rejoined the now accesible space, a loud crack of inrushing and a splaying of dust.
The gaijin enemy deflty landed aways from Kai. As the ninja's pupils returned to normal and his muscles relaxed somewhat he locked eyes with Thomas.
"You would have made a good sparring partner." It was all he could manage before surveying the carnage laying around him. "But these deeds are unforgiveable. Feel the power of my master's teachings, REND!" He slammed the club into the ground, a spike of earth shooting away from him towards the enemy.

After landing gently on the ground, Thomas looked up.

"You would have, also. And since you're showing off your master's teachings, allow me to show you mine!"

When the spike got in close, he slashed down with his katana. The rock spike split in half, and soared past Thomas. The rock halves lost momentum and fell to the ground, dragging along the floor. He looked at his blade. Not even a nick.

"The Miramusa Blade. A beauty, isn't it?"

He entered an offensive stance, his blade held behind his back.

"You should be honored to be cut down by it."

Thomas sprinted forward toward Kai. As he ran, his blade lowered and the tip dragged along the ground, leaving long incisions in the floor.