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Post by Tagz on Mar 12, 2009 20:22:21 GMT -4
Kisamana’s love for battle contradicts Growth’s detestation of it. The two were like black and white, milk and juice, night and day, psychopathic murderer and a benevolent monk, fun and… Growth. But finally, she managed to pull him into battle, his little puppy dog eyes were beginning to get to her, causing her to loathe her accursed, still human heart.
Shortly after the battle had begun the woman unleashed one of her most respected and/or feared attacks. She watched as the rushing dragon charged its target. A slight wave of annoyance flowed over her as the pseudo-arrancar caught the powerful dragon with his bare hands. The woman’s golden locks shaded her eyes and masked them from view. Then, a Machiavellian smirk streaked across her pretty face as her dragon erupted and splashed down on the man. Though the damage caused wasn’t as grand as it would have been had he been of lower level, it was still enough to please the battle-starved barbarian of a Vizard. But then… the most unexpected, the most irritating, the most preposterous thing happened. What a bastard. The effects of her attack were nullified by… the effects of her attack. Growth had absorbed the water and used it to replenish the plants used in his cracked armor. Or at least that’s how Kisamana perceived it. She had to expect as much with his ability to control plant life. But still. Who would’ve have imagined that she would be the unlucky adversary of someone whose entire point of being was to contradict her in every single way imaginable. This was surely going to be a long and taxing battle without question.
“Well, well, little girl. How does it feel to be matched up with someone like him? Any attack you make will undo itself within seconds.”
A slight chuckling could be heard resounding within the depths of her mind.
“You are forced to refrain from a large portion of the tricks up your sleeve. In life, there will always be people who seem as though there whole reason for creation is to dethrone you. That’s why I tried hard to teach you a wide variety of attacks, but unfortunately you’re completely inept to anything else.”
A mental ‘humph’ was Kisa’s only response.
“Now, I’d really quite enjoy seeing how you fair against such an opponent, without instructions and without assistance. Go on my child, go on.”
A woman in her late 300’s was still being called a child. That was a rarely an oddity these days.
Kisamana’s attention snapped back towards Growth and immediately had problems on her hands. There were vines stretching out to ensnare her, quite troublesome. Kisa began swinging her sword a few times, sending down a wave after wave of crescent-shaped water blasts to cut threw and hopefully dispose of the vines. She then dived in towards the plant-loving, pessimistic Arrancar-wannabe. The woman began pelting him with small balls of water as she neared him to harm him and to dispose of any defense or counter-attack he’d send at her. Once she got close, she began slashing away at him. Hopefully this would prevent him from healing himself.
((OOC: Still not as I'd like it to be, but still better than before...))
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Post by Mr. Butterfly on Mar 28, 2009 11:52:55 GMT -4
((And . . . cue Theme Music.)) Kyoumen's laughter was very much audible as he and Kiyoshi traded blows. The Hollow's claws were like serrated edges as the clang upon the Vaizard's own claws, with such a speed it was like both of them were moving in a constant shunpo. A double clawed attack from above, an uppercut with his right while his left blocked, a parry and then a thrust with both claws at once - Kiyoshi had his hands full. It would be hard for him to decipher what to do with Barda - they didn't have a backup plan for events like this. Kiyoshi flicked one of his hands up quickly, and activated his Flicker technique. Kyoumen blinked, stopping the onslaught as the speedy Vaizard shunpo'd to put some distance between them. No matter, it wasn't like he had anywhere to run. While Kiyoshi was busy piecing things together, Kyoumen took a second to glance about. It was his first time out in years - it was a horrid thing, being trapped. He saw that the other vaizard, Kisa, was fighting one of his Lord's servants. Interesting. He'd kill her next. He turned his attention back to his dear old friend, to find his vanished as his eyes laid upon him. Troublesome. Kyoumen turns a quarter of a way around when the claws were behind him - he'd let his guard down to the speed demon. The hollow realized what deep shit he was in when he heard the cackle of electricity coming from those claws. The explosion would have been seen by all, as it was very bright in the abysmal sky. The sound of the electricity was engulfed by the thunder-like aftershock from the smoke, and Kiyoshi looked as in the distance the smoke was moving with whatever just got barbequed. However, after a second of falling, a scream of demonic aura got blasted his way, and the smoke vanished. In it's place was what might have been an injured Kyoumen, but whose transformations were healing him forthright. The mask carapace now covered more than two-thirds his face. It was a sleek design - dark brown markings covered the facial features, with large eye slits, and what little covered his lower face was spread out, as if enroaching it from various angles, The jaws were covered, and slowly the middle of his mouth was coating itself in large rectangular molars. Blood tainted some of the white, as the Vaizard's attack had done a good deal of damage - you could tell where bits and pieces had been missing from the Hollow. His back was almost entirely white from the carapace, having appeared to recover from the extreme burns now located there, along with the fact that some of Kyoumen's left arm had been tattered - the upper forearm was being invaded, and what looked to be feathers adorned the lower forearm on the outer sides. Kyoumen's mad giggle was let loose again, which would have knocked any thought from Kiyoshi's head that this was over. "Come on! Come on, Vaizard! We're just starting to have some fun! Let's dance until you blood rusts on the ground we'll spill it upon!" And then a distinct sound echoed out - a shunpo's flickering sound. Kiyoshi had a marginal error time before Kyoumen was in front of him, hand outstretched, a red orb of imenent pain in his hands. The cero was fired, but missed it's target - Kiyoshi had ducked this attack and delivered a good gut punch. Kyoumen replied by punching him right back in the face. Kiyoshi tumbled back a bit - wow, when was Barda's body this physically powerful? Kyoumen then grabbed Kiyoshi by the shoulder and tossed him up slightly, before holding his other hand towards his chest. A burst of reiatsu pushed the Vaizard back, allowing for Kyoumen to shunpo higher into the air. From this vantage, he rocketed downwards, claws trailing behind him like black nightlights, aimed for Kiyoshi. Kiyoshi raised his claws to block, and as they collided they both flew straight towards the earth - right by Kisa and Growth, in fact. The earth was split as they hit the wonderful concrete of a road, and a small crater was formed around them. Kiyoshi tried to push his foe off of him, cussing and cursing like a sailor, but to no avail. Kyoumen had him pinned for the moment. Kyoumen's claws were inches from penetrating Kiyoshi, but the Vaizard was a vaizard after all - they were made of tougher stuff. And then Kiyoshi's claws sparkled with lighting once again.This time around, Kyoumen knew what was coming. He shunpo'd away, but found that Kiyoshi had followed him, shunpoing right to him. Kyoumen shunpo'd away once more, and soon his foe followed suit, until it was a game of cat-and-mouse. Knowing he couldn't outrun him, the hollow turned and charged up a cero. Kiyoshi let loose his thunderous attack right as the cero reached pinnacle charge, then fired off right as the energy hit the attack still in his grasp. If the earlier explosion was anything, then then one was something. Kyoumen was forcibly shoved through the air, both arms bleeding from extensive damage to the surface. He righted himself on some sort of invisible ground, performing a mid-air tumble flip. Again, he was maniacally laughing. "Yes, yes! I want more from you! Give me more! MORE!" The mask now covered his entire face, moving with his facial expressions like a new skin. The mouth design was more prominent now - black vertical lines, like teeth shapes on a skull. Then there was the actual teeth, squared off-molars that would make any dentist cry. The body's structure had not change very much, since Kyoumen was trying to keep all the reiatsu he had in check. He needed it all against his opponent. Another charge from both of them, and another lightning fury of claws attacking one another in a melee of defense and offense. Every now and again, one would strick home and inflict damage on the other - but it was never enough to stop the onslaught from either side. But power is unbalanced. And it also weighs unfairly against those who need it - Kiyoshi made a mistake somewhere and then suddenly found a clawed hand wrapped around his face. The earth grew closer as Kyoumen dragged his rag doll into the side of a building, then all along the side. The hand he held him with charged up what would account to be a weak cero before blasting it into him, pummeling him through the building. As he popped out the other side, trying to regain lost balance, Kyoumen was there and kicked him in the kidney area. The temporary paralysis was all the Hollow-Vaizard needed, and then high-kicked his opponent in the chin, blasting him upwards. As he made his flight, the Hollow was still upon him, kicking him once more in the gut, then backing away as he reached the height of his flight, about to fall back down or regain his ability to manuever after so many cheap shots. Red energy was created in Kyoumen's hands and aimed right as his foe. "Cero!" --- Marisa's legs almost buckled a few hundred times, her dagger and gun suddenly seeming useless in spite of the fact that Boss said they were made for these kinds of situations. Oh, where were all of those big, shiney heavy weapons when she needed them? A rocket launcher would be nice, or even a talking tank. Her comrade behind her was useless at this moment, looking ready for a night dressed as a summer grill rather than a fight. She had already thought of escape and knew it was hopeless. None of the gadgets she had on her would help either - they were made for avoidance, and this guy would find her anyways. Hopeless much? As the Hollow-thingie sheathed it's sword, the fight-or-flight instinct kicked Marisa in the ass and she sprang like a rabbit, dashing forward for a minute second to stab him with her combat spirit dagger. As this occured, her suit pressure-released some of her reiatsu into the dagger, as if boosting it's power. Whether this was smart or not was irrelavent - instinct didn't listen to it, instinct was a Nazi and such trivial things like thought were the Jewish chorus to this. ((5 bonus points if you find the link in this post.))
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Post by Zhiel on Mar 28, 2009 18:56:06 GMT -4
OOC: Kiyoshi, since you took so long I gave Steven permission to beat the shiet out of your char. Steven, I hope you don't mind, otherwise I can easily change it. Stuff is nearing its conclusion and it needs to be epic EDIT: Have I ever mentioned how much I love Growth? A grin spread on Kehieleth's face as he approached the human female who seemed like she intended to protect the man who's armor had been nearly completely incinerated by the kidou. "I suppose I expected too much from you, well, I will just have to clean up that mistake, now won't I?" He then said, his voice growing more sinister than usual, as he cocked his head back and gave off a distorted laugh. It seemed that was when Marisa decided to do her all or nothing charge toward him, and though her footsteps were light and silent due to the lighter armor, it was still enough for Kehieleth's sensitive senses to pick it up, and when he did he snapped his head straight back to the girl. When he saw that she was rushing toward him with a dagger of all things, he let out a snort in disappointment. Was that it? Was that her final desperate attack? How pathetic... Kehiel stood completely still as the girl approached with speed, and when she was just about to reach him she pulled her arm back, then lunged at him with all her strength. The spiritually enhanced dagger was just about to piece his heart, when a sound almost like a 'woosh' could be heard. slice A drop of blood hit the floor of the warhouse, inbetween where Marisa and Kehieleth stood. A trickle of blood found its way down the handle of the dagger and onto Marisas fingers. "Huh, this dagger was sharper than I thought..." Kehieleth suddenly said, his grin returning to his face as he tighened his grip on the daggers blade with his right hand which had been cut on the palm when he grabbed the thrust blade. "I'm sorry little girl, but that is the best you can do." And then he crushed the blade of the dagger in his hand, the shards flying in every which direction and a mere moment later the claws of Kehieleth's left hand pierced the girls torso armor and sliced a deep wound in her right side, breaking atleast a few ribs in the process and probably damaging the lung as well. As he forcibly pulled his arm back, it looked as if he would watch her fall at first, but then he grabbed her by the neck with his right arm and lifted her up face to face with him. "Seeing as you are about to die anyways, how about I tell you the reason for this little game of ours?" --- Kisamana was not far off the mark when she assumed that Growth was using her water to restore his 'armor', however it was only partly true as he was fully capable of doing it otherwise, but the water aided in both conserving his reiatsu and regrowing the bark faster. He was not surprised either when she easily cut his vines to cinders with several waves of water and then immidiately went on the attack, however he had to give his all to follow her movements. As she began pelting the pseudo-arrancar with small cannon balls of water that was comparable to bala, Growth kept changing his positioning as he blocked ball after ball with the palms of his hands and those he had no time for with his 'wrist guards'. However as they splashed over him he had lost sight of the vizard herself. His cracked armor began to glow as they absorbed the water and started to mend when suddenly the girl appeared infront of him, slashing with her zanpakutou. The first strike took him completely by surprise, and went straight for his cracked wrist, easily cutting through the damaged defense as it sliced at the pseudo-arrancars skin, cutting atleast an inch if not deeper into his arm beneath the armor itself, and on its way out the blade dragged with it large pieces of bark from his arm, as well as a small splash of blood. He was surprised, but not dumbfoundedly so, and was able to reposition himself for the second strike which he caught with his other arm, just above the wrist where the armor was intact. And as the vizards blade plunged into the bark skin of the arrancar her blade visibly slowed down and finally came to rest a mere centimeter within the bark. Cracks had formed along the larger cut, but not like with her water attacks, infact the damage was already being healed and Kisa would find that her sword was about to get stuck inside his arm if she did not pull it out soon. It was then that a certain other Vizard came crashing down beside the two, shortly followed by a hollowfied Barda. Growth looked after the two with a worried look on his face, a moment later turning his gaze back to Kisa. "I think you'd best help your friend, it seems Lord Hazandar has worked his powers on your companion." And as he said this the bark which was holding onto Kisa's blade split open and released it. Growth only nodded as he took a step back, however he seemed to withdraw his reiatsu.
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Post by GoldenKitten on Mar 28, 2009 20:36:32 GMT -4
As Kehieleth looked at the little girl and questioned her, clearly planning to finish this soon a small mechanical sound could be heard from the ceiling above them. Of course in a place like this it could have been any number of things going off in the background, then for the briefest second something that sounded akin to a pressure release going off sounded and from that point on everything went to hell. The floor above actually pulled up for the briefest moment looking like an upside down impact crate before it dropped once more and exploded downward. Debris and shrapnel pieces showered all three below, an unfortunate side-effect that might do a little damage to any friendlies in the area for the sake of surprise. Then through the dirt and dust cloud something massive fell to the ground next to Kehieleth causing the floor beneath all of them to shudder and crack. There was no pause, there was the immediate sound of massive metal gears and joints whirring as the shadow extended to its full eleven foot height. For just a moment Kehieleth would see the form of the giant pulled back into what appeared to be readying for a strike and the red lights of two visor like slits came glaring through scattered soot, what appeared to be its fist came into sharper clarity as bright arcs of blue lightning like reiatsu arced off it.
The gauntlet, a full five times larger than the hollows head came straight for him and smashed his face in with the force of the gods. The arcing energy of the reiatsu reached its peak and the sound of a massive escape of air sounded along with a mechanical charge. Several flaps exploded outward on the side of the iron giants arm letting off excess bolts of reiatsu and scarring the ceiling and walls wherever they were sent off to. What was forced through the gauntlet continued through and slammed into the still connected face of Kehieleth in a visible radial patter, released much like a back-wash explosion. Forced to release Marisa due to the surprise he went flying across the room but at the same time the other hand of the titan appeared holding a massive double-barreled gun as large as some men were tall. The muzzle exploded as it spit out four volleys of gauge that would have shredded a lesser spirit creature into nothing as Kehieleth flew farther and farther off. He finally crashed into a far wall and continued threw and out of sight.
“That. Will not be necessary.” The already deep and booming voice of Derrick aided by his suits com-system said in a static-laced voice in return to the hollows prior question.
Cloaked in one of the first custom Mark 2's Derrick was a beast. He indeed looked like something straight out of a science fiction fantasies, armed in a black suit straight out of those stories countless space militaries. Standing tall and bulkier than any normal man could possibly have been his arms alone were as broad as an aged oak and his torso thicker. The armor was probably thick enough to have stopped any attack a normal spirit entity could create in its tracts though at the same time it was far from slow. The Mark 2 – Aquila was a wholly middle of the ground suit on an average man, built for a mix of speed, offense and defense. But Derricks unnatural capabilities for a human allowed him to host a much improved (and larger) version of the Aquila with far higher offense and defense, speed was about the same. He was encased in a full shell from head to toe, had an extended black torso and massive pauldrons which covered his shoulders and knee's, one of the ones on the shoulder had the insignia of the NWO. His right arm had an advanced set of pistons that ran along its length and even now they were pulling back while the flaps that had let off excess energy closed in preparation for the next time they would be needed. In his right gauntlet he carried the massive shredder, a shotgun of unheard of proportions more suited for attachment to a defensive position than to actually be carried, smaller weapons could be seen holstered in almost ever crevice of the suits body. The head was squat and angled downward with the top being diamond shaped while two slits toward the base were presumably where his head rested.
Derrick took three large strides forward out of the rubble strewn entry he had just created. He angled the large weapon forward again and squeezed off the last two shells before tossing the weapon to the floor, he had ammo to reload it if necessary but its use had been in surprise, it would only slow him down now. Instead he grasped the smaller Darkfire rifle from his hip which in his now monstrous fist looked like a child's toy and of course his entire body was a reiatsu charged melee weapon. He never seemed to look toward Marisa though his suit allowed him to see out in multiple ways but he spoke either way.
“We thought you might be having a problem. Please stay out of the way.”
He began walking across the room and aimed his Darkfire forward while his eye-slits began to go through a range of colors as he switched over to a view that let him see right through walls, the way he had known where to enter in the first place. He had not been here before to see what had happened but even if he was uncertain of these twos strength exactly they were both special units and so his opponent was strong. Obviously Richard knew this was so when he ordered Derrick to drop his previous job of clearing the streets in exchange for running off to this remote facility. He watched as Kehieleth got back up inside the wall and came for him.
“Now...I wonder what you are...” Despite the wording it did not sound like a question.
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Post by Tagz on Mar 29, 2009 1:15:50 GMT -4
www.youtube.com/watch?v=XJO_cj3UwTgGrowth was truly an interesting individual. But he seemed both lighthearted and dismal at the same time. A combination Kisamana hadn’t expected to see. His annoying, peace loving, personality made Kisa come across as a sadist. Regardless, Kisa forced those thoughts out of her head. She did not feel like dwindling on them when there were more pressing matters at hand, matters such as how to slice this Arrancar into seventy-two neat and tidy pieces. And would you look at that, she was well on her way to achieving that very goal. She broke through his armor once, and then she did it again. However, the second time, her Zanpakuto was wedged into the man’s armor, just barely above his wrist. ‘Damn, he’s just one problem after another’“Yes he is.”The voice of the omnipotent being that dwelled within her Zanpakuto echoed within her mind once more. “What will you do now? Leave your sword and defend yourself? Or leave your defenses and protect your sword?”Without delay, the woman released her grip on the hilt of her Zanpakuto and began a series of back flips to distance her self for what she expected to be retaliation. However, instead she found a sudden explosion to her immediate right. When the cloud of dust from the cracked concrete cleared, she would be greeted with the sight of one of her comrades pinning the other. Poor Barda was under the control of his Inner Hollow instead of it being the other way around. What was the meaning of this? Barda was a skilled warrior, how could he lose his control to a Hollow that was no doubt as weak and feeble as Mesuinu. To make matters worse, it was Kiyoshi who was flat on his back. This was by far the most pitiful sight of Kiyoshi she had seen. He was so vulnerable it was sickening. She had always assumed that between the two, Kiyoshi was the one who was more powerful. Clearly this was untrue. Admittedly, Kyoumen probably gave Barda more power simply by being in control, or he simply fought better than Barda did. He was obviously fought more viciously. An annoyed sigh escaped from the woman’s lips. This was simply preposterous. Barda was always in control of himself. He gained a level of control that surpassed most, save for their fellow Syndicate leaders. For one to be able to undo something, it usually helps to know how it was done to begin with. “I think you'd best help your friend, it seems Lord Hazandar has worked his powers on your companion.”Nope, I was wrong. That didn’t help at all. Kisamana looked back at the pseudo-arrancar that stood before for a moment before returning her gaze back to Barda and Kiyoshi. Kiyoshi really was looking pitiful. He was being slapped around like a ragdoll. When this was all over Kisa would make it a point to train him. And just to be a bitch, she wouldn’t teach him anything new either. She’d stick to the basics, the very basics. She would make him feel as though he were back at the academy in Soul Society. Yes, not only would that prevent him from being reduced to looking like a little girl’s toy, but he’d also be incredibly anger at having to feel like a fresh new student Shinigami who hadn’t even received his Zanpakuto yet. In fact, she’d add that to his training regimen. He wouldn’t be allowed to use his Zanpakuto; he’d have to fight with a bamboo stick. That would certainly push some buttons. It would be a fitting punishment for such an embarrassing display of a Syndicate Councilman’s power. Returning her gaze towards Growth, she raised her right arm. She then opened her palm and aimed it towards him. Her Zanpakuto then shot out of his arm and soared towards her. She instantly gripped the hilt without struggle. She let out another sigh, this time it reeked of disappointment. She had a disappointed look on her face to match. She knew Growth would be quite pleased with the recent turn of events, but Kisamana certainly was not. She had met an opponent that was the water to her flames, the flames to her igloo, the sun to her moon, while she was the moon to his tides. She empowered him while he simply negated her. He was the epitome of an adversary. She could defeat him then there was absolutely no one that would be able to withstand her might. But no, she would not get the chance to prove this… such a shame. An unwilling gaze would meet Growth dead in his eyes. “Unfortunately you are right. I have larger tasks to attend to so for now, I bid you a due.”With that, Kisamana sped off. Utilizing the power of her Shunpo, she disappeared from her location while raising a small, insignificant cloud of dust and debris into the air. Kisa appeared directly under the descending Kiyoshi and simply caught him in his arms. Seconds later a red beam of death and destruction came barreling down upon the two. Her Zanpakuto was strapped to her back and her golden locks of hair shadowed her eyes, concealing them from view as a sizable shield of water appeared above their heads. The red orb came crashing down on the white shield and began driving into it. Then after a mere moment of pushing, it exploded, violently spreading and shrouding the duo in flames, red reiatsu, and miasmic smog. It took a decent amount of time for the cloud of utter doom to clear out. Once it finally did, there was no one there. Both Kiyoshi and his savior Kisamana had disappeared from their previous location. Standing atop one of the severely battered building, Kiyoshi’s knight in shining armor found him a nice sturdy and safe for him to rest and recharge. She then stood up, watching the man. He was being encased in the same white carapace known to cover the face of a Hollow, and at times such as these, a former Shinigami. Yet another sigh was let out. “Poor, poor Barda. How could you let this happen?”Announcing her new position, she sighed once more. Kisamana then proceeded to remove the Zanpakuto from her back. The currently blonde woman let out one more sigh before she took off once more. This time she was charging towards Barda headfirst. She waved her Zanpakuto around a couple times sending crescent-shaped blasts of water towards him. Then as she reached around fifteen feet of her target, she used Shunpo. Discreetly she relocated herself to fifteen feet behind him. From there, she reused her previously ineffective ability to create a giant dragon of rushing waves that could consume a small army with one gulp from its massive head… but you know… ineffective… Kisa was still saddened by the current events. She was forced to attack her own comrade. And out of all her comrades, she was supposed to attack Barda. How distressing. She couldn’t kill him, and yet she had to fight him. He would certainly be trying to kill her. What was one to do in this situation? Kill her friend, or allow her friend to kill her? What would someone else do in her position? How would this battle end? Would she be dead? Would she have to commit the unutterable? She only had three options and knocking him unconscious was an extremely difficult feat to accomplish. Would she end up like Kiyoshi did? These thoughts continued to replay in her mind like a never ending loop. Things were bad. Things were horrible. The situation seemed so bleak it was beginning to throw the woman into a pit of hopelessness and depression. However, as bad as things were, they only got worse. Her very own Inner Hollow was taking pleasure in her feeling of misery and despair. She could hear the wretch of a woman cackling maniacally within the depths of her soul. It only served to make her feel even worse about the task at hand. Kisamana gripped her Zanpakuto tightly. Her resolve was weak. For once, her lust for battle was completely nonexistent. Her movements were hesitant. She was unsure in the course she should take. She had already unleashed a powerful attack, if it were to shred her companion to confetti, what would she do? Huddle herself in a dark corner and rot until the apocalypse?[/center]
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Post by Mr. Butterfly on Mar 29, 2009 19:28:47 GMT -4
Kyoumen let the cero loose at his falling target, and grinned at the prospect of a certain hit, unless Kiyoshi let loose something hidden - though he may have wanted to unleashed that while getting his head smashed through a building. However, another presence appeared, and a white shield manifested in front of his cero, coming between it and the Vaizard. It tried to bully it's way through, but the shield stopped it as it imploded, covering that area with smoke. Even though he couldn't see, even Kyoumen knew that his target wouldn't be there.
The inner Hollow that was now on the outside crouched down slightly, like an animal about to pounce. His reiatsu claws curled, and then Kyoumen's head looked over to where his prey was. He listened to what his new foe had to say.
"Barda's not in right now. Please leave a message after you die."
Kyoumen giggled at what he said, and broke into all out laughter as Kisa drew her zanpaukuto. Oh, goodie, another Vaizard to fight! He was getting to do all the things on his to-do list today.
Kisa charged and fired off a volley of her water crescent attacks. Kyoumen fired off his legs and he performed a half-flip, and two of the crescents went clear of him. However, a third got him on his right leg, cutting about halfway into it. Blood oozed out, and carapace snaked its way into the wound, acting like a sealant. Bah, there goes more of his excess reiatsu to play with.
"C'mon, Kisa! You can do better than that!"
Kyoumen held his hand out and readied another cero to fire as Kisa got close, but then she vanished. He felt her behind him and turned, but about halfway through his change in direction all he saw was a large watery jaw clamp onto him.
The water blast carried him far, the torrent of water battering against his body. After a moment of not being able to move, Kyoumen pushed his way out of the body of water, which continued on and slammed into a building, destroying it. Kyoumen eyed the effect of that attack, then looked at the many cuts he had sustained from that assault - one particularly large one across his chest, and a lot of minor ones. All of them dripping with blood. Well, seems Kisa would be more problematic than Kiyoshi was. That was better, it would seem.
He glanced at her, judging her. She seemed reluctant, unable to engage in her normal battle style. This could work to his advantage - Kyoumen could blitz her, and try to catch her unawares. He vanished in a shunpo, popping up right in front of her just to grin in her face, but vanished again, to her right. His claws reached out to slash her multiple times from a variety of angles.
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Marisa gasped as the malevolent spirit crushed her dagger like it was nothing. Another gasp escaped her lips - this time, from the air getting knocked out of her as his claws dug right through her thin armor, creating a bloody mess of her chest. She had trouble breathing - a rib had pierced her lung, and several others with broken or fractured. At least, thats what the warning sounds in her suit would be going off for, a very faint sound since Kehiel had damaged a few components.
She felt her knees give, and she began to fall forward but was caught. His hand was cold against her skin, and she could barely breathe as her face got right next to his. At that moment, she was truly afraid of death. He spoke, and her eyes widened slightly as another sound entered her ears.
And her saviors came. Big, metal saviors. Big metal saviors who sucker punch with the force of a semi truck driven by a midget homicidal maniac that hates people on bicycles. She fell to the ground on her knees, leaning on a large container of some sort. Her hand clutched her wound, and as she looked about she realized that he said something to her. Yeah, it was a problem all right. She added on to his later question as the Hollow got back up.
"He's....different."
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Post by Zhiel on Mar 30, 2009 8:28:22 GMT -4
Yes, this was going perfectly. With one of the foolish humans burned to a crisp, barely able to move but still conscious and the weak female in his grasp, it was time to tell them the "truth". And then, just to reinforce his point, he would brutally murder this pathetic woman before taunting the man about being so pathetic that he was not even worth killing, setting the stage for an all out war with the spirits, maybe even Soul Society itself.
He was so satisfied with himself that he did not even notice, or maybe did not care, about the sound which could be heard from above them. But as pre-occupied he might have been with himself, the moment the ceiling raised like a upside-down crater he looked up just in time for it to come crashing down on him by the force of a road-roller, several of the concrete splinters lodging themselves in his arms and shoulders as he guarded his head with his free arm, it seemed the girl who was not straight under point-zero got lucky.
Then a massive shadow dropped the the hole and with a loud crash landed right beside Kehieleth who was in surprised shock. As the shadow moved, he could see the arm stretching back for the strike, even as it began its charge for his face, but he was in such a utterly surprised state that he could not react properly, like an amateur he turned his head away from the punch.
With a bang the massive fist of the giant connected with the right side of Kehieleth's face, or rather, that of his mask. The unmistakable sound of something breaking under pressure could be heard as the mask received the bulldozer treatment and a hundred large cracks appeared, what held most of it on his face still was the still connected fist of the giant, but even with getting his face slammed in Kehieleth could tell worse was coming as a loud exhaust of air could be heard from the air as a rush of reiatsu ran through the arm, bolts being shot out and scaring the concrete around them on its way toward his face.
After the shock of the impact Kehieleth had recovered from his shock enough to react properly now, and knowing he had only a few moments to save his sorry arse from certain doom he focused as much reiatsu as he could in such a short time to the broken mask, reinforcing it, hopefully enough. Then it reached him, and in an explosion of reiatsu Kehieleth was sent flying away from Derrick while he spun around uncontrollably in the air, mask shards flying everywhere.
Damn that hurt, had he not had his mask he would most likely have died straight away. In all his nine thousand years of life, Kehieleth had never received an attack of such pure brute force, and to top it off it was combined with a powerful charge of reiatsu. This human was something else alright. But damn his head hurt, it was like if he had been slammed straight through a seki-seki stone wall, head first.
However that was not the end of his pain, just a few seconds after he was sent barreling through the air like a plane with a broken wing, the giant of a man brought up a gun the size of which he had never seen before, and as he spun uncontrollably through the air all he could do was to try and protect himself as well as he could. Which to say, was not much.
With a bright flash the gun fired several volleys of spiritually empowered bullets in a scatter shot kind of way that hit Kehieleth nearly all over, several scratching his sides and even more tearing through his flesh, but the majority of them hit his torso which shredded his already ragged shinigami robe, while it impacted the carapace like skin which covered the entire left side which in the end saved him yet again as the hollow carapace was cracked and broken under the barrage.
Then finally, he was sent crashing through a thick concrete wall supported by iron 'wires', and a second later crashed straight into the side of a truck, his body going through one side of it and crashing into the other, tipping the entire thing over on one end. Apparently he had been sent into a garage for transporting heavy goods.
Kehieleth merely laid there for several seconds, he could not believe what had just happened! A mere human had just sent him flying like if he had been a rag-doll, with the force of a nuclear explosion behind it. He had been planning on holding back to them, but now he was pissed beyond words, no mere human would make a fool out of him!
With the creaking of bones Kehieleth slowly stood up inside the tipped truck, his body tattered and covered in wounds which was letting out a surprisingly small amount of blood, most likely being held back by the blazing reiatsu which now surrounded the hollow possessed shinigami. A loud creak could be heard from the hole that he had passed through on his way to the garage as he tore a new hole straight through what had been the floor of the truck and began walking toward Derrick who now held his Darkfire gun.
"Hmhmhmhmhm..." Came the distorted but obviously amused sounding laugh of Kehieleth as he walked through the hole, the broken mask on his face appearing to be mending itself just like the carapace which covered his chest, though his other wounds remained, and whether he was truly being healed behind the carapace or not was impossible to tell. "Most impressive, to think that a human could hold such strength." He began as he held his left arm up in-front of him. "To show my appreciation, I will let you witness the full extent of my power!"
Immediately as he said this he thrust his left arm forward toward Derrick, as red energy began to arch across it, forming into a orb of concentrated reiatsu. However unlike a regular cero, the reiatsu that was covering the surface of the cero held a dark purple tint to it which seemed to consume the air around it like it searched for something to consume. 'Cero!' Kehieleth thought as he shot the beam of powerful energies toward the armored man, and as it headed toward him part of it scratched a few iron girders which stood near its path, immediately when it did the area around it seemed to evaporate or melt into nothing, the corruptive essence of Kehieleth's reiatsu.
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Growth was surprised by how the vizard let go off her blade and distanced herself from him rather than try to get it out, but of course it was not so surprising, had he been a regular opponent he would have exploited the situation to counter-attack, but as he did not wish to harm her more than necessary, he had held back. Of course, that was assuming he even could harm her, she was a lot faster than him and her reiatsu was impressive, his only merit was that her power was weak against his.
But despite all that, he was pleased when she decided to go aid her comrade rather than continue her fight with him, this meant that she had more on her mind than only fighting, which was a very important aspect in Growth's mind. However the power of the other vizards inner hollow seemed pretty powerful, there was a chance she would be overpowered, and as much as he wanted to help, he could not. Hazandar would not allow it, and being only a pseudo-arrancar, Growth could not disobey the Hollow Warlords commands. It was the sad reality for him.
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["Shade-1 to Hunter, the target is in sight, however the white clad enemy is standing by it. What is your orders?"] Came the voice of the squad leader of Richard's ELITE scout and stealth team through his helmet radio. "Await backup Shade-1, we will launch an attack against the target soon, be ready to acquire it and fall back." He responded, viewing the battlefield from the top of the building he was still on. From here he could even see the silhouette of the white clad hollow-shinigami thing that had escaped from their storage facility, it seemed like he was looking for something, though he was standing stationary by the zanpakutou dropped by one of the mask bearing Shinigami. What in the world was going on?
"Prepare for the strike, we will attempt to take it out before it can notice us, then we will deal with the other four targets."
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Post by Tagz on Mar 30, 2009 18:40:40 GMT -4
“Barda’s not in right now. Please leave a message after you die.”
A single tear drop emerged from the dark abyss that hid her eyes behind her fair-haired locks. The tear drop then streaked down her right cheek. Kyoumen’s laughter saddened her even more. He easily dodged two of her attacks and was caught by her third one. The bastard healed Barda’s leg and continued to taunt the woman. Her speed and her tactics made her last attack that much more successful. Within moments Kyoumen managed to exit through the belly of the beast and watched as the beast proceeded to destroy a building. This was her town, and she now had a hand in destroying it. However, the damage that was done was nothing to the massive amounts of death and destruction that was brought on by the vast numbers of Hollows before.
Kisamana’s reluctance to battle her friend even though he was no longer in control over his body was unfortunately painfully obvious to the man who was in control. A simple Shunpo carried Kyoumen from the great distance that Kisa’s Gogyou Doragon carried him and brought him inches from her face. Kisa’s eyes remained hidden as a second tear drop began making its way down her left cheek, though had quite a ways to go to catch up to the previous one. The woman was sad, not frightened and thus didn’t flinch in the slightest when her opponent popped up so close to her. His reiatsu pattern and his insane style did little to signify an upfront attack such as that. The man… the Hollow then disappeared and reappeared off to her right side. Without tilting her body, or at the very least, her head to face her foe, Kisamana simply raised her right arm that held her Zanpakuto and blocked each and every strike.
The woman’s reiatsu was rising quickly. She had been holding back, and as much as she did not want to hurt him, it was not wise to take him for granted. Barda had been a skilled Shinigami and an even more skilled Vizard. The fact that Kyoumen was now in power only served to increase his skill, speed, reiatsu and every other aspect one needs to master to prove them self as a talented warrior. Kisa’s reiatsu would be barreling down on the area just as it had when she first appeared. Then when she finally found a long enough delay between Kyoumen’s attacks she slashed him with her own Zanpakuto. She also used Shiromizu in conjunction with her slash. This coated her Zanpakuto in the powerful white water as it came down on the Hollow. It would also be released after she connected to whatever she could, though she aimed for his chest, sending off yet another crescent-shaped blast of water at him.
Kisamana then used Shunpo to relocate her self with extreme speed. She moved fifteen feet into the air. Her eyes remained unchanged as she discreetly peered at the man. She would then used Shunpo once more to plough her Zanpakuto through the center of his chest. Before the tip of her blade even pierced his skin, she appeared behind him, hopefully while he was being pushed back and slashed powerfully at him in the attempts of cleaving him in half. There was no need for words. He wasn’t himself. And the person he had become was not someone Kisa wanted to converse with.
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Post by Mr. Butterfly on Apr 5, 2009 16:50:43 GMT -4
As each of Kyoumen's claws came down they met Kisa's blade. He struck from every conceivable angle and side but she matched all of his blows. In fact, his last attack - a double-claw from above - and she blocked it. In fact, it parried his claws away. In that brief second she struck, her sword lashing out. Kyoumen tried to block but at the range they were at it was futile - her white water blade ripped into his carapace chest about an inch. The water exploded out of the sword and onto him like it was meant too, blasting the Hollow-Vaizard back quite a few meters. He was glad one of those hadn't hit earlier - but one had hit now. His chest coating was cracked, as the force of the blow had shock waved out from the cut, now oozing blood.
Before Kyoumen could retaliate she was attacking him, moving to him with the attempt to stab him. He pushed himself back with a quick thrust of reiatsu, but she vanished - and he felt he reiatsu signature behind her. He pushed himself to the left, turning to avoid the bla -
Shwick
And whilst the former-Barda was floating away to the side, his right arm - severed a little higher than his elbow - was cut clean off. He shunpo'd to grab it and then shunpo'd to about 20 feet away from Kisa, in front of her.
"Tcch, that burns...."
Carapace was working it's way down his arm, as if trying to grow over the empty space. It would not do to have a purely hollowfied arm - not here, not now, not when he couldn't complete the transformation in the middle of a battle. Quickly, he clutched the arm back to where it belonged and both sides of carapace molded over the empty section, ridding the seem where the cut occurred. After a second of holding it still, he let go, moving it a little, hissing.
"Ah, shit, that's a feeling you don't forget . . . Hey, Vaizard, that hurts, you know!"
The reiatsu claw on the cut arm had vanished, as all of that energy - as well as almost all of his reserve - had gone to patch jobbing his arm. He wouldn't be using any fancy stuff the rest of the fight, save maybe a cero or two. It wasn't an option - he needed to conserve his resources. And knowing how strong Kisa was, he might not have the energy to finish this fight.
So, now he needed to play it on the defensive - or cunningly. Kisa had obviously sealed herself off to his taunting and such, and wouldn't be caught off guard like Kiyoshi. He raised his remaining claw to defend whatever she'd send after him next.
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Post by Galihan on Apr 10, 2009 22:11:31 GMT -4
It was truly a miracle that the Battle Operative was still alive, let alone able to stand, seeing as most of his armor, his skin, some of his muscle tissue, over all he was damaged horrifically. If it weren't for his unusually high amount of spirit energy within him, he'd be nothing more than an unrecognizable pile of charred ashes thanks to that spell casted by the evil spirit. At the moment, his condition resembled more of a charred corpse than a living being, but he would survive if something didn't happen to turn the tables and drive this malicious fiend away that would all change. He was in no condition to fight, and he would need to be evacuated back to base for an emergency operation in order to stay alive to fight again. Daniel had to survive, it was the only was he knew he'd be able to continue his mission to serve the boss in his crusade against the vile spirits that haunted the world. He struggled to his feet, and a desperate, painfully-ridden reiatsu poured into the air around him, being completely and utterly drowned by the more powerful, more sinister energy of the evil spirit that was responsible for this mess. He could feel his own energy continue to grow from his near-death condition, but he knew it would wear off soon and it would be in the hands of god to decide his fate. He prayed to be saved so he could fight another day, and the heavens had answered by sending down an angel to defeat the demon before them.
When Marisa had stuck the masked swordsman with her own blade, Daniel wanted to scream 'get the hell outta here you stupid idiot!' but he hadn't the strength, and the heat of the earlier attack had left his throat and lungs scorched a bit. As the enemy was preparing to kill the woman, Daniel's prayers had been answered and the ceiling caved in, a metal-clad giant dropped in and began pulverized the abomination and began blasting him with the best weaponry that Mallory Arms Corp had to offer. He was so collected, confident, the Battle Operative instantly identified him as the leader of Halo Storm, Derrick. Daniel hated Halo Storm and everyone who was a part of it, well he hated King less than the others, perhaps out of slight respect due to him being one of the only people of the bunch who Daniel wasn't confident that he could beat in one-on-one combat and also being so close to Boss on a regular basis. But Derrick, Daniel hated Derrick without a doubt. If he was stronger than King, when Daniel deduced that therefore Derrick was probably stronger than himself, it pissed him off. Daniel was certain that Derrick's loyalty to the cause was firm, but his lack of loyalty to the boss above all else wasn't as much as his own made him wonder why the boss would put that man in such a position of power? Probably out of envy, Daniel refused to accept that the seven foot tall goliath was going to be his savior. The fact that Derrick was this hero sent in to finish the job and Daniel was the scorched leftovers that needed saving gave birth to a deep resentment that would fuel his path to recovery so he could eventually be the one to save him, but instead leave him to die. In any case, Daniel was thankful that now Derrick was here since now he had the chance to survive and fight again to serve the boss until the day all the spirits were eradicated off the face of the earth.
((OOC: Short, I know, but better than nothing))
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Post by GoldenKitten on Apr 10, 2009 23:21:25 GMT -4
Derrick couldn't say he was surprised at the extent of the creatures power. Certainly he felt he had risen the creatures choler despite the bemused facade it tried to cover with and it might have been damaged but that didn't stop it from retaliating. It was perhaps this anger and the resulting hubris displayed by the creature that kept Derrick alive, a calmer party with more stratagems would have utilized the recovery time to come up with an effective attack. Instead Kehieleth simply sent a ball of energy in Derricks direction, the hollow-hybrid might have been strong but Derrick was stout in the first place and now he was clad in the most powerful Mark the NWO had made so far, sheer power would not bring him down. By the time the hollow fired its decaying purple cero Derrick had already figured out how to push straight through it.
Opening up with his darkfire rifle the anti-cero rounds which exploded from its chamber with puffs of black smoke passed straight through Kehieleths blast and came straight for the creature itself. Meanwhile his right arm realigned and before he even struck out it was already preparing another blast which manifest itself in another seemingly electric light show. He noted as the corrosive effect reached out ahead of the cero his rifle began firing at a slower pace, and then as it came within a meter or two the rifle simply began melting in his hand. Noting this he tossed the weapon to the ground and waiting no time for the cero to progress forward any further he launched into a punching motion with his right fist straight into the center. He immediately released the energy contained within and unlike before as it had not place to go it simply exploded in a explosion of power before canceling out the cero causing both sets of energy to explode outward and crack all the surfaces of the room around them. The darkfire shots had weakened the structure of the cero and caused it collapse with far more ease, lessening the damage on all involved. The fingers of both his gauntlets were rusted and eaten away for a few centimeters in while the paint on the front of his Mark had peeled away, regardless the damage was minimal at worst and the suit was still completely operable and deadly.
As the explosion cleared all was still for no more than a second and then Derrick launched from the dust, his eye-slits burning bright as his right arm released the rest of the energy contained within. It was what was left over and so it released more in the form of a shock wave that pure energy as it ran down the hall. It wouldn't kill Kehieleth, it might not even damage him but it would force him back and in the meantime both Derricks arm would recharge and give him time to come up with a more deft plan. He pulled his huge pistol from his hip with his left hand which was more like a slug thrower than a regular pistol and let off a barrage after his opponent that punched massive holes in anything they ended up going through.
((OOC: Like Galihan its short, but didn't want to leave you all hanging while I screwed around over here.))
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Post by Zhiel on Apr 11, 2009 5:36:48 GMT -4
If there was one race Kehieleth would never accept as having equal power to him, it was humans. Derrick was right to assume he was acting his amusement, though while exceedingly angry for being interupted and punted away like nothing earlier, he also found the prospect of a more challenging opponent interesting. After firing the Cero Kehieleth had stood still, waiting to see what the human would do.
However he had not expected the man to shoot straight through his Cero, and the darkfire rounds caught him once again by surprise as they slammed into his chest, piercing through the already weakened carapace, some of them hitting him where he had none. Giving out a hiss of pain Kehieleth immidiately jumped aside, clutching one of his wounds while looking toward the human who now released a massive amount of energy from his fist once again, apparently enough to obliterate his Cero. 'This... Impossible! I refuse to accept this!' Kehieleth thought, nearly stunned by the incident. However thats when he saw the shockwave heading toward him at high speed, and though it would barely hurt him, the force behind it would knock him back no doubt. So before it could reach him the Hollow controlled Shinigami jumped back, into the side of the wall and nearly instantly disappeared into its shadow.
A moment later Kehieleth's voice could be heard echoing from the ceiling of the basement area. "Bring forth the end, Hitozarai!" And merely moments after he said this the sound of steel splitting appart could be heard from above as Kehieleth came down from the shadows with the released form of Azerin's Zanpakutou, a long blade stretching up to one and a half meters with the edge being filled with vicious looking teeth. "Do not underestimate me, human!" He yelled as he came down upon the man in a powerful strike. Should the man dodge he'd just follow up with another swing and release the teeth from the blade, but from what he could tell this guy seemed more like he'd rely on his armor for protection. So incase he guarded against the sword attack, he'd try to go back into the shadows before striking again. How troublesome this was...
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"Hmpfh, seems Kyoumen started a fight with someone out of his league. Well it won't do with losing him this early." Hazandar said to himself as he looked over in Kyoumen and Kisa's direction, before shifting his glance to the zanpakutou the 'man' had dropped earlier. Whatever his intentions might have been simply dropping it was idiocity.
The Hollow Warlord was just about to pick it up when suddenly a clear, but loud sound echoed out over the city as a super charged piece of metal about the size of a brick hit him on the side of his masked head. The force caused the pseudo arrancar to make a flip and fly back several meters before he regained his balance. While still being a bit confused about what had happened the hollow moved his hand up to where he had been hit, feeling how the impact had shattered his mask and that blood was trickling through the cracks. He looked up just in time to see Richard finishing reloading the prototype Mag-Rail rifle he had used. Before he could truly counter-attack however several squads of soldiers popped up from behind cover and began showering the hollow in reiatsu enhanced bullets, some were even equiped with weapons which fired pure concentrated reiatsu and others with weapons of a similiar grade to the HALO's darkfire. But now he was no longer surprise and noticing the ambush the Arrancar shot up into the sky, sending debris flying everywhere around him by the force, before he spun around mid air and thrust his arms down toward the NWO grunts. "FOOLISH HUMANS! I will teach you what happens when you mess with a Vasto Lorde!"
And as he said this he fired his purple beams whos energy resembled that of Cero, in fact he shot ten of them, one from each finger, down toward two different groups of NWO. The grunts, not being equipped nor experienced enough to dodge it, was instantly killed as the energy beams pierced their weaker Mark 1 armors, but before the rest of them could react the Arrancar shifted his arms around, sending the beams out of the now dead grunts and into several others, nearly annhiliating two entire squads with one attack.
Seeing this it became clear that they had no chance of winning and as such Richard and the special operatives in the area took cover as he shouted orders to fall back through his comm-link.
It became clear to Hazandar that they would not strike again, atleast not immidiately, and as such he was in the clear. He was just about to go back down and grab that sword, when he saw a pair of swiftly moving shadows down below, just about to reach the zanpakutou. "Oh no you don't..." He said menacingly as he aimed his hands downward, red energy being gathered in his fists before the 'hollow' poof sound of a bala was heard, shortly followed by another. The incredibly quick blasts of reiatsu hit the two members of Shade-1 dead center and sent them to the ground, writhing in pain. It was doubtfull it would kill them, but atleast they would not be a bother anymore.
Hazandar merely sighed as he floated back down, grabbed the sword by the hilt and then used sonido to travel closer to the fight between the two Vizard. He did not say anything, the hollow expected his mere precense to be enough to catch the turned vizard's attention and as such he threw the zanpakutou with all his might, sending it spinning through the air toward Kyoumen. In the meantime he turned to Growth. "And what are you doing just standing there!?"
"Watching the flowers."
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Post by Tagz on Apr 15, 2009 3:17:02 GMT -4
As she parried his blows, she found her opening and landed an attack. He had a deep gash in his chest. Her ploy had succeeded and she managed to remove one of the man’s limbs.
“Tcch, that burns…”
However, the damned Hollow quickly reattached it. How vexing. The bastard continued to talk. He certainly was an annoying Hollow, the type that should have remained a simple disease in Barda’s mind, an empowering figment of his imagination. However, Kisamana could tell that he was ready to continue. The woman let out yet another sigh and grabbed the mask that was off to the right side of her head. Placing her index and ring fingers into each eye socket, she moved them over her face, and instantly a difference could be felt. As she brought her hands down, her reiatsu began to spike. She had every intention of killing her good friend. However, if there was even the slightest chance of simply knocking the man unconscious she’d take it, no matter what the cost.
[glow=black,5,400]“I’ll kill you…”[/glow] Though she spoke softly, her hoarse voice was still unsettling. Utilizing the ability Shunpo, Kisamana appeared to the very right of Kyoumen. She threw several pellets of white water towards the body of her comrade. She had her Zanpakuto clenched tightly. Cold dead eyes peered behind the shade provided by many locks of temporarily blonde hair. Kisamana would’ve enjoyed cutting apart the Arrancar who did not have the stomach for fighting. She had not planned on slicing apart her dearest friend. However, currently, he was a danger to her, to Kiyoshi, and to the many others if he remained like this. As sad as it was if Barda was unable to regain control over him self, then the being would fall. Suddenly the spiritual pressure of a Vasto Lorde had become dangerously close. She gave him enough attention that he wouldn’t be able to cut her down without any resistance. The man then tossed Barda’s Zanpakuto towards Kyoumen. This was not good. Without his blade Kyoumen was a problem, with it, he’d rank up to a dilemma. Regardless, he needed to be dismembered at the least.
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Kiyoshi
Underling
"I am what I am. Love it or hate it."
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Post by Kiyoshi on Apr 15, 2009 10:01:15 GMT -4
Kiyoshi get up.
Kiyoshi was beatened, battered,and exhausted from his battle with one of his own friends, best friends at that. The stupid little hollow had done something to Barda causing him to loose control of his inner hollow. He attacked Kiyoshi relentlessly trying to put an end to the vaizard's life. He lay on top of a broken building writhing in pain, staring up at the night sky. If it weren't for his other friend Kisa, who knows what condition he would be in right now. Would he even be alive right now? Probably not. "Zet..sumei... I" His black lightning dragon wings had already dissipated, his arms burst into spirit particles before reforming into his zanpaku-to. It lay beside him, motionless.
Laying here is not the safest thing to do. Zetsumei's tone was calm and concerned.
Kiyoshi turned his head to the side as he coughed up blood. The thrashing he had taken not only messed up his outside body but the inside as well. He tried to situp, but the pain forced him right back down. Man, if only it weren't Barda that he had to fight with. Nothing is worst than having to do battle with your best friend, it hurt more than any strike could. The whole time Kiyoshi had held back while fighting him even though his own life was in danger. He vowed to protect the ones he loved not harm them. It tore him up on the inside and Zetsumei could feel it. With one push of strength, he managed to sit up right and grab his sword. "This... isn't over... yet. I still can... help."
Zetsumei was smiling on the inside, he adore the boy's courage and strong will. I know facing your friend was hard. I praise you for doing the right thing.
"Thank you... Zetsumei." Kiyoshi staggered to his feet, his shirt had been burned right off of him and his pants were littered with holes. He was determined to see this thing through, even if it cost him his life. He wasn't useless just yet though. He could still fight. Nothing was going to keep him from helping out his comrades.
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Post by Mr. Butterfly on May 16, 2009 20:42:40 GMT -4
"I'll kill you . . . "
Kyoumen took a midair step back, holding his claw arm closer to him. The change in Kisa's reiatsu was immediate as she put her mask back on, and it was indeed much stronger than Kyoumen's at the moment. Kyoumen held his formerly removed hand out, a small cero forming in his hands. Before he was even half way ready to fire the quick energy attack, however, the woman had vanished in the form of a sonido. Kyoumen had enough time to turn before several water-like bullets rocketed his way. The Hollow did something unexpected - he held out his cero hand and raked his claw across the energy. It seemed to stretch slightly, and one of the water bullets grazed it, followed by an explosion of smoke. Kyoumen glided out from behind it, the hand that had held the cero scorched. Two small puncture holes dotted his chest - small dents in the carapace where two of the water projectiles had hammered into him.
As Kyoumen regained his balance from the unsettling surprise attack, he suddenly felt his Master's pressence. He turned to see Hazandar tossing Barda's - or his, depending on how he looked at it - zanpauku-to at him. With a spin, Kyoumen caught it and held it tightly, holding it next to his claw. The Hollow kept his eyes on his foe, not wanting to lose focus of her before something happened. Now that he had the sword back he could once again defend from more than one front.
"C'mon, Kisa, try again!"
Bold words from an unsure voice.
[[ Yeah it's short. I'm sick and I haven't RPed in over a month, plus I'm rushing because apparently my mom only wants me to be on a limited time because she thinks I'm "addicted to the internet"]]
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