A calm breeze was blowing in the early morning of Karate island. The scent of sea-salt filling the area around with the gentle but loud sounds of the water caressing the sands. Xijion was in a good mood today as he had a chance to show off what he was made of and on top of that, he got to do it in front of his older brother. He wasn't trained like his older brother in the martial arts but he could hold his own in a real fight due to intense workouts and his job lifting heavy materials used for fitting ships. All he had to do now was take part in a little underground fight club. It wasn't sanctioned or anything and quite possibly very illegal but after awhile Xijion stopped caring about morals. Looking around, Xijion couldn't spot his older bro anywhere so he decided he'd head on in the dank, abandoned dock. He walked towards the structure casually hearing the muffled roars of excitement and the rattling of the flimsy building. If he had half a mind too, he could easily have patched this place up to look better, or at the very least patch it up and give himself piece of mind that it would fall on top of people's heads and there was no where to escape too. Making to the entrance there was a large, hairy corsair. Compared to Xijion though, he's short. Xijion looked down at him and muttered that he was a participant for the upcoming battle. The salty corsair had eyed him before looking Xijion up and down before signalling him to follow. Leading him down into the dock passed the waters where ships used to dock, there was a trap door the man had opened up and pointed Xijion to go down if he was a combatant. Descending into the trap door, he could hear the large crowd roar as a fighter had defeated another one. Xijion decided to perch himself in the stands instead of wait in a holding area in hopes of spotting his bro first. Crossing his arms, he took a seat at the end of the stands next to a scrawny, tanned pirate. He decided to enjoy viewing the next match before it was his turn. Either way, he was going to enjoy this one way or the other.

Some nights not even brooding was enough. Sometimes he found inexplicable bursts of energy rising within him, energy that demanded release. On those nights, like tonight, he rose and walked around the village, stalking, staring into the glorious darkness around him. When the air was still and cold, he almost felt alive. He was meeting with a gentleman by the name of Ken today outside the alleyway. He was to be his sponsor and guide for the underground match that he was supposed to take part in. He went on about the history and legacy of the fights or whatever but Qilin waved it off casually and turned to continue with the route which would take him to his destination. Now they were outside, walking the streets once more, a freshly open container of raspberries in Qilin’s hand he grabbed from home before leaving. They were cool and a little sour in his mouth just the way he liked them. Nibbling, he made his way through dark byways and close alleys, his jacket, black as the night, skull cap nearly pulled down over his eyes.  He was bare underneath the jacket with a tattoo of a Skull with chains coming from its facial orifices. It was solid black with white trimming and stood as a centerpiece for the number of smaller tattoos and scars that decorated his skin. The man kept pushing for Qilin to hurry but the large mountain of a man continued to take his time. Predictably he was late ...extremely late...he would make his way to the congregated pool of fighters with no particular sense of urgency. Intense brown hues scanned the individuals lazily before releasing a yawn and propping himself on the nearby tree. He wouldn't bother with introductions and he was hoping he would not have to make one. He was here to fight in a match and win not make friends and he just wanted to get it over with so he could go back to his little world of sake sipping and mid-day napping. Silence was golden and for as long as he could he would maintain the Midas touch. He of course saw his little brother and offered a nod …no more…no less. They were men of steel and not the slightest sign of weakness would be shown for their opposition to exploit.  For now Qilin would watch the current match in silence. It looked like it would be over soon.

The loud roars of laughter, jeers and excitement only grew ever so loudly as the fights continued to progress. For what seemed like hours, Xijion had sat idly by watching fight after fight, waiting for his older bro to get here which he eventually did. He had arrived and gave him a nod as his way of saying "What's up?". Typical older bro, Xijion thought to himself a she returned his nod to him. Before long, Xijion had heard his name called and it was time for him to set into the ring with his opponent. Slowly rising form his seat, Xijion had sneered before hurrying down the steps and eagerly hoping over the barricade which separated the ring from the stands. Folding his arms, Xijion had waited for his opponent to step into the ring with him. Another man had appeared and stepped into the arena with him, literally stepping in. He was at least twice the height of his older brother with a bit less muscle, quite hairy too. And he thought he was a giant, Xijion thought to himself. "DING!!!" the bell had sound signalling the match had begun. Xijion unfolded his arms, clenching his hands into fists before bringing them up in front of his face. The tall man of an opponent had tensed up but didn't take a stance. Xijion shrugged before wearing his usual sneer and evaluating the situation. The rules were first person that is unable to fight loses, whether it be by knock out or death. If you leave the arena, you were disqualified. Other than that, anything went. Xijion was aware that the crowd places bets on these fights and would probably sometimes go as far as to to throw weapons in just to ensure the person they bet on gets victory. Enough thinking it was time to battle.

Xijion charged in without any hesitation. Pulling his right arm back, he threw a right straight into the guy's stomach with certain amount of force behind. Hsi fist stopping at the man's toned abs. It's like his attack had no effect. Xijion looked up at the man and frowned a bit thinking this is going to take a lot more than his normal method of brawling. It seemed the man would retaliate now giving a swift swat at Xijion's left shoulder with his right hand, knocking him to the corresponding side to the floor. He had to give it to him that he was but this wouldn't keep him down. Xjion had jumped to his feet as quickly as he had gone down. Brushing himself he decided bodily attacks were out of the question unless he was striking him with something. Xijion had ocne again ran towards the large man this time jumping up at him and delivering a swift spinning kick to the man's temple. The man had staggered back a couple steps and held his head in slight pain. Xijion was pleased with himself even if it was common knowledge hitting anybody in the head would be the most effective way of knocking a man out. The man looked up furiously as if he was out for blood instead of sport. Enraged, he had lunged at Xijion and threw his entire being, mainly the shoulder into Xijion's torso. Xijion had flown backwards into the barricades that separates the stands from the arena. Blood had started to trickle from his lower lip as he was slumped into a sitting position.

Slowly rising from the position he was in, he wiped off the blood from his face and assume dhis combat stance once more. The man was already running towards him again, Xijion decided to wait and at he last minute, he'd jump to the right and stick out his left leg. The man had stumbled over his leg and crashed into the barricade head first nearly shattering it before falling to the ground on his face. Xijion quickly turned him over while he was dazed and stood over him before mounting him and delivering slow, forceful punches to the man's head. He could hear the jeers of the crowd as he did this and assumed everybody had bet on this guy to win. Well, it seems a lot of people are gonna end up losing their money tonight. After a few moments, Xijion had stopped delivering his blows and got off the man. It seems he wasn't conscious anymore as he was beaten to a bloody pulp. Xijion had yelled out "YEEEEEEAH!!!" in triumph before exiting the arena. He took at quick glance at his brother before finding another seat since the one he originally was sitting in had been occupied by somebody else.

The fights were getting more boring each year. Was his thought as another figure dropped to an overhand right that Qilin’s grandmother could have possibly read.  He shook his head in disappointment hoping that the next fight would provide something to peak his interest. This was especially so seeing as it involved his little brother. The man he was facing was an Iron match regular and respectively tough but not much in the way of wits.  He watched as his kindred and the man duked it out. He could honestly say he was a little disappointed in the opening of the match. His brother so used to being the bigger man hadn’t had much experience with someone bigger other than Qilin. “Think…” he said to himself quietly as he saw his sibling get shoulder tackled to the ground and the opponent drawing first blood. His eyes narrowed as the protective older brother syndrome kicked in that apparently leaked through his usual stoic demeanor because his sponsor placed a hand on his right arm and in a low tone stated. “Calm down” It was then that he felt a sharp pain from his left hand. His fist clenched so hard that blood began to trickle down. 

He opened his hand and wiped the blood on his dark colored pants so that it was no longer visible. His brother eventually gaining the upper hand would get the tall character into a position where he could ground and pound him. His tension eased up and he began to approach the ring. As he passed his brother he would speak. “Weak….” He stated with a grin. It was then that it got deathly quiet before a man spoke up loudly. “Introducing into the Iron arena….none other than The Iron King!!!!” As the man yelled out the name that had been given to Qilin for winning so many of these iron matches the crowd went wild. Men started to cheer loudly and yell praise and his favorite part the women who were more than willing to release their tits in the name of blood sports everywhere for all to see. Qilin took his time entering the man made arena tossing his skull cap to the side and letting his jacket hit the ground in his corner. His fists were lightly taped and his feet heavily laced with what looked like combat boots for max damage.

 His opponent was another man looking to be named the Iron king. He was around his brothers height but massive …not in the sense of being muscular but round. He looked more like a sumo wrestler as he had to be about 600lbs. Qilin cracked his knuckled before spitting in both palms and slicking his silver locks back into a mafia type style. His opponent put his palms forward as Qilin began to shuffle his feet in a rhythmic fashion. His hands stayed relaxed and loose his left raised to his chin his right a few inches below. His chin tucked but eyes remained fixed on his oppositions center mass. The extremely obese man stomped the ground and banged his chest before full speed to tackle Qilin and take full advantage of his weight. Qilin wouldn’t budge and the crowd watched as the man’s blob like mass collided with the Amatsu and the super heavyweight fat man fell to the ground with a thunderous thud. Again it got quit before the crowd went wild. Qilin was shocked at the man’s speed for his size but knew an attack like that wouldn’t work. Seeing his opponents mix of utter shock and a bit of knocked the f*ck out. Qilin took the opportunity to play to the crowd and inflate his legend a bit more. With a single hand he grabbed the fat opponent by the throat and raised him up to the amazement of the spectators. His grip tightened around the man’s throat like a boa constrictor. He squeezed tighter audibly hearing the larynx crush beneath his fingers tightening even more as veins bulged from shoulder to hand in the Amatsu’s arm. 


Skills

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It was now Xijion's turn to sit by and watch his brother in action. Unlike himself, the older Qilin seems to have taken up fighting and was even proficient in a series of martial arts. He had heard the weak comment that was made by his older brother and gave him a certain look that screamed "Yeah? Bet you can't do any better..." before giving him a light jab to his shoulder and taking a seat. A silence had now taken place as the announcer had began to call the names of the next combatants. It seems his brother had a nickname here called "The Iron King". Must be self proclaimed or something cause he's never heard anybody else call him that outside this arena. Maybe he's been here more times then Xijion would have thought and earned that name. Grinning to himself, Xijion folded his arms and relaxed a bit to catch his breath from his little bout as he watches the next one. He decided to actually pay close attention to this particular fight, not because he was watching his older brother in action but to see if he could pick up a few moves to help better himself in the future so mistakes like that won't happen again. The next man seemed to be around his own height just...fatter. Xijion snicker out loudly but was muffled from all the excitement of the alias of his brother.

Watching the battle, He noticed the older Qilin was doing some rhythmic shuffle with his feet which lead to Xijion yelling form the stands "SHOW OFF!!!" before going back to sitting idly by. It seems the man was going on the offensive now. After some weird, vague tribal looking performance, the larger man had lunged forward towards his older bro. Xijion watched carefully as he wondered what was going to happen next though he knew the outcome wouldn't change regardless. It seems the older Qilin didn't move and when the rounder, shorter man collided into his brother, he had abruptly fell to the ground. Xijion slowly pulled his head back a bit with a pessimistic sort of face after watching that. He didn't know why that man bothered but it was entertaining for all to see. Alas, it seems it was time to end this battle. The older Qilin would lift the man up by his neck and began to crush where his vocals were located. Smirking, Xijion already knew this match was over and decided he'd head on out early. Getting up form his seat, he had begun to make his way to the exit of this arena and wait outside for the older Qilin to come out. He could use the fresh air and felt a bit cooped up inside for too long.

The man now had two hands around Qilins forearm trying to tear his hand from his throat to no avail. It was only moments before his eyes began to bulge widely. Only a few seconds more before they popped right out of their sockets and Qilin heard bone crack and is neck felt like mush. The Iron king merely tossed him to the side before the crowd erupted. The noise was so deafly loud that he could not hear himself thing. Qilin was done with this for now. He didn’t want to see any more blood or death for a while. He just wanted to leave the arena go to his home crawl into the bed and go to sleep. He hoped over the metal barricade reaching his hand out to accept his profits as a bag was placed in it. He tossed it up a few times to measure its weight before tucking it away and in his pants. He went to grab his skull cap and his jacket putting the back on the way they were before he had taken them off. His eyes searched for an exit through the crowd and he slowly made his way through. He forced his way through the saturation of people and cleared a path for himself. It took several minutes before he could break away but he finally made his way to where his brother was before slapping him upside the head and finally making his way to his exit. 

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