King of Swords 10-136 to 10-136 (KI RATA)
Chapter: 10
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“Draw the nonshape,” said Prim. “Imagine that we are kin. The fire in your fingers is the fire of my heart, the secret fire of the God of Gods. My body is the nonshape. Make it so, and dispel yourself of notions of reality.”
– Psalms
I’ve noticed something, the thrown daggers are no longer in the air. Since they were aimed right at him, he clearly has taken the time to move them somewhere that they wouldn’t hit him.
Sure, he could shift his position so that they miss, but that would ruin the illusion of not moving.
If they are still airborne then they could only be just off the bottom of the last frame. They were there in the 1st two panels.
If we assume he’s still at ki-rata demiurge speed whilst getting dressed again, then only thousandths of a second or less will have passed and they’ll still be almost as close to their thrower as they were. She and the gentleman next to her with the axe are not visible in the front row of the ring of blood, so one is assuming they must be just off screen. Next page shall be telling.
I imagine he’s conveniently swatted them all out of the air; it would be quite undramatic to see everybody who attacked him explode into blood and then watch Salami have to dodge all their projectiles, and I’m sure our dear tyrant loves his drama.
I can hear the Sun Goku Satsu sound effect in my head
…I can only imagine the frightful headway some of my brothers would make with this Art in their arsenal.
Ki Rata is the art of violence for the sake of self-gratification, serving only the desires of the practitioner. This makes it a fell and wicked thing.
By comparison, my own Tyrant-Shattering Fist is less mighty, but it is an art of violence for the sake of ending wickedness and ensuring freedom. It is the only Killing Art I practice, for it is the only one worth practicing.
Ki Rata is not self-gratifying, that is just how Solomon uses it. Remember that his story is a tragedy: he learned the art in the spirit of revenge, then destroyed his teachers who refused to fight against the invaders of their planet. The Masters of Ki Rata were not narcissists like Solly.
True, the monks were men of peace… because they were fully aware that the power of Ki Rata would grant unmatched violence to any practitioner that wished to use it. It is the strongest Killing Art of all, with its only restraint being the wisdom of its practitioner. The monks refused to teach it for very good reasons.
Now, it is all but a lost art, with the only remaining practitioner being a man drowning in his own pride, a Key of Kings in his brow and one seventh of existence slowly strangling in his grasp. Solomon David is all the proof one needs to see the true nature of Ki Rata.
No. There is another.
Who exactly? I imagine Solomon has kept tabs on the rumor mill to keep an eye and ear out for anybody that randomly stumbles on Ki Rata.
There can be other arts that have ‘faster than you can blink’ moves though, as Maya displayed during that first fight at Hell 71.
Aye that’ll be thum old Red City monk, up ‘is tower, sposedly guardin th green space o Ashton.
Wait, is the guy getting his head kicked in half the one who showed up at the tournament looking for righteous revenge?
Okay, no, not even close.
Did we see the eventual fate of the avenger of the Peach Garden Massacre?
I don’t think we ever saw them again.
GOAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!
Yep. Game, set and match.
Okay, what about all the projectiles?
Given the mass rush, it’d be hard, if not impossible, to get a line of sight unless it was a javelin or something, so, I don’t think there’s all that many projectiles. Though it appears as if he took care of the thrown daggers from the previous page.
His blows are so powerful theyre either knocking away or literally erasing anything they hit on contact.
i am more and more convinced that Ki-Rata is the principal art of massive flexing.
Y O T E
It is but a flesh wound…ehm….okay, a couple of flesh wounds…..
Come back here and take what’s coming to ya! I’ll bite your legs off!
When you hit someone so hard that their blood rips the flesh off the person behind them.
Thar she blows!
Juicy.
The Strange Talent of Solomon David.
Thou too powerful to die from sword
Thou too great to die from old age
Thou end is poison
Time for dinner with Daddy.
If you decline to dine, Daddy will punch all your friends in half before you can blink
I uhh gotta go water my bet canine wait i’m not down their fight… That was one of the most amazing bloodbaths i’ve ever seen! Just all those people dying all at once from one man and it looks like he didnt even move. No fancy weapon just pure martial arts bringing such destruction I think I might cry from the beauty of it.
A shame that Solomon takes no students – this star of death yearns for the strength to totally annihilate life.
It’d be like the Sith though, any apprentice is a potential threat to their master.
Yes, but that’s what makes mentorship *exciting*. When no enemy may compare to you, the only thing left to do is forge a worthy foe yourself.
Tighten: This is the last time you make a fool out of me!
Megamind: I made you a hero! You did the “fool” thing all by yourself!
One drop of blood? Pfft, that’s gotta at least be five, maybe seven drops.
“THERE WILL BE BLOOD……And Metaphysics !”
Eh… He’s all flash.
Also, kind of a dick for holding the contest in the first place. Since, in his mind, it was no contest.
*Well* then.
I wonder if, in his pride, the demiurge even admits to himself how very much he enjoys such naked displays of his own power.
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No references to AAAAAAA TATATATATATATATATA!!!
Ah crap, I was out of film, can you do that again?