Post by Ren Akasawa on Feb 1, 2019 23:27:29 GMT -5
Another winter day, another supernatural battle. Ren had already thrown his cloak over the limb of a nearby tree, leaving him reduced to a single item, a pair of bloodstained jeans, the cold wasn't a concern, he was burning inside. Standing a few meters down the road from him was fully clothed, a woman all in ragged black, face wrapped to avoid recognition. The failure was pointing a sword at them, more a mass of pressurized gravitation than anything real, but a four foot chunk of rust-red reiatsu nonetheless. It matched the glowing tattoos that covered his entire body, and the energy that poured in a constant stream from his head, providing the dominant lighting in the area.
The Plus was not amused, and she glared intensely, as if her prideful silver eyes would kill her opponent by way of the sheer pressure with which she gazed at them. "Before I kill you, know this. Majokari is the name of my Bakkoto, it gives me the power to dance." She said so truthfully that none could attempt to rebuke the words. "The same as the Soul King, who is greatest dancer in the world. I have the same kind of power, because I can dance as much as I want." She said, that time much more debatably. And correctly or not, neither of those two present had ever seen the Soul King dancing.
The fight began when the Bakkoto using woman began to tap a foot, toe-heel-toe-toe-heel. A nearby lamppost exploded as she began an intense charleston at the failure, cracking the blacktop and buckling the sidewalk. The glorious destruction was hard to avoid, so Ren ignored the risk, leveled his sword at the woman, and began walking towards her at a casual pace, no different than he'd have walked outside of a battle. She danced faster, forcing him to dodge by jamming his sword in the cracked road to leverage a jump.
In mid-air, he corrected his stance, and held out his broadsword, so that it would fall on the plus he was fighting. The woman saw that, so she pirouetted out of his way, pulling her blade along with her. Because of that, Ren sword hit the ground instead of flesh, he landed a second later, righted himself, and started to approach his opponent again. To stop him, she threw her Bakkoto at him, sending it soaring through the air, where it made piping sounds in rhythm to her frenzied battle-tap-dance. If it would only hit the failure, they would suffer having their vessel broken.
Space itself tears as the crimson failure charges ahead, and he vanished into the valley of screams. The clear weapon flew through the space he would have been, missing. And then a second tear in reality formed, Ren emerging with his raised his sword up over his head, now behind the woman he was fighting. He slammed his sword down, without even bothering to make sure the angle was correct. The blade gouges through the ragged black clothing, and bites into flesh, before clanging against the concrete. "I win this round."
The force of the blow had knocked her to the ground, nearly torn in half. She likely would have been if Ren had bothered to aim the shoulder to hip cut instead of just swinging without any discipline. "I'm gonna go look for beer. If you need help, ask the Vandenreich, if they're rude to you at the door, go join X-cution instead." With a happy nod, he walked over to the now splintered tree where his cloak hung, grabbed it, and vanished into the valley of screams again, not reappearing in sight. He only cared for the fun part of the battle, and had no interest in continuing after a blow like that.
That confused the Rogue, who lay there bleeding out. Her question was clear; what did she just fight? He suggested the Vandenreich and X-cution as if there were just competing businesses, or perhaps afterschool clubs. He fought with Bakudo within a single minute of saying he had nothing to do with Soul Society.That didn't make sense to her. Confusion mixed with disturbance, had that soul actually meant it when they said they fought for the sake of fighting itself? "Ill kill him, no matter how long..." Were her last words before losing consciousness.
"Are you the best Soul Society could send? I doubt you even know how to use that sword." Said the woman, in a condescending way. She was a plus, Ren could tell that easily enough. She had no visible weapon up to that point. That changed as they flicked a wrist, and slipped a massive, pointed length from their sleeve, the blade a little under three meters, and clear as glass. It was the unwanted child of a lance and rapier, as some would describe it, and stayed balanced on point. A thin, equally clear cable or tendril still reaching under the sleeve.
"Soul Society?" Ren gave his sword a dismissive wave. "Never had anything to do with them. They're fun to fight, some are strong. A lot cheat, so those ones aren't any fun." And then he jabbed the broadsword in her direction. His flood was nowhere to be seen this time, they were alone, and hadn't been together long enough for it to activate. "I want to fight for the pleasure of fighting, no different than anyone else who has more power than the living humans. We fight, and fight, and fight, because we enjoy it. The Shinigami, Hollows, Quincy, should all be able to agree that combat is the nature of our hearts."
"Soul Society?" Ren gave his sword a dismissive wave. "Never had anything to do with them. They're fun to fight, some are strong. A lot cheat, so those ones aren't any fun." And then he jabbed the broadsword in her direction. His flood was nowhere to be seen this time, they were alone, and hadn't been together long enough for it to activate. "I want to fight for the pleasure of fighting, no different than anyone else who has more power than the living humans. We fight, and fight, and fight, because we enjoy it. The Shinigami, Hollows, Quincy, should all be able to agree that combat is the nature of our hearts."
The Plus was not amused, and she glared intensely, as if her prideful silver eyes would kill her opponent by way of the sheer pressure with which she gazed at them. "Before I kill you, know this. Majokari is the name of my Bakkoto, it gives me the power to dance." She said so truthfully that none could attempt to rebuke the words. "The same as the Soul King, who is greatest dancer in the world. I have the same kind of power, because I can dance as much as I want." She said, that time much more debatably. And correctly or not, neither of those two present had ever seen the Soul King dancing.
The fight began when the Bakkoto using woman began to tap a foot, toe-heel-toe-toe-heel. A nearby lamppost exploded as she began an intense charleston at the failure, cracking the blacktop and buckling the sidewalk. The glorious destruction was hard to avoid, so Ren ignored the risk, leveled his sword at the woman, and began walking towards her at a casual pace, no different than he'd have walked outside of a battle. She danced faster, forcing him to dodge by jamming his sword in the cracked road to leverage a jump.
In mid-air, he corrected his stance, and held out his broadsword, so that it would fall on the plus he was fighting. The woman saw that, so she pirouetted out of his way, pulling her blade along with her. Because of that, Ren sword hit the ground instead of flesh, he landed a second later, righted himself, and started to approach his opponent again. To stop him, she threw her Bakkoto at him, sending it soaring through the air, where it made piping sounds in rhythm to her frenzied battle-tap-dance. If it would only hit the failure, they would suffer having their vessel broken.
Ren just kept walking towards the attack even as he noticed it. "The Eighth Bakudo; Seki" He incanted, raising his hand out in front of him, as a circle of rust red reiatsu formed. The piercing blade hit the circle as soon as it finished, an angle forming it the weapon's path as it flew past the failure instead of through him. "You're supposed to keep them in your hand." He said, speeding up into a run. Even through the face concealing wrap, he could tell he'd angered her with that. The woman pulled on the tendril connecting to her Bakkoto's blade, causing it to reverse paths and move towards her target's back.
Space itself tears as the crimson failure charges ahead, and he vanished into the valley of screams. The clear weapon flew through the space he would have been, missing. And then a second tear in reality formed, Ren emerging with his raised his sword up over his head, now behind the woman he was fighting. He slammed his sword down, without even bothering to make sure the angle was correct. The blade gouges through the ragged black clothing, and bites into flesh, before clanging against the concrete. "I win this round."
The force of the blow had knocked her to the ground, nearly torn in half. She likely would have been if Ren had bothered to aim the shoulder to hip cut instead of just swinging without any discipline. "I'm gonna go look for beer. If you need help, ask the Vandenreich, if they're rude to you at the door, go join X-cution instead." With a happy nod, he walked over to the now splintered tree where his cloak hung, grabbed it, and vanished into the valley of screams again, not reappearing in sight. He only cared for the fun part of the battle, and had no interest in continuing after a blow like that.
That confused the Rogue, who lay there bleeding out. Her question was clear; what did she just fight? He suggested the Vandenreich and X-cution as if there were just competing businesses, or perhaps afterschool clubs. He fought with Bakudo within a single minute of saying he had nothing to do with Soul Society.That didn't make sense to her. Confusion mixed with disturbance, had that soul actually meant it when they said they fought for the sake of fighting itself? "Ill kill him, no matter how long..." Were her last words before losing consciousness.
