Post by Connor Greaves on Feb 7, 2022 20:58:29 GMT -5
The beast struck at the two abominations from a distance, launching twin shockwaves from his limbs. These attacks flew true, as they impacted the beasts naught a moment later. The attacks slammed into the imitation animals. The shockwaves completely halted their advance, briefly suspending them in the air, as their momentum caught up with them. Both of the bestial zombies shared a look of pain on their animalistic faces, as their bodies finally gave way to the strength of the panther. In the span of an instant, their bodies returned to the boulder they once were, and shattered into useless hunks of rock.
Their forms were launched backward, flying at the speed of a shockwave, leaving buildings riddled with bullet-like holes from the destruction. A purple substance could be seen spreading from the points of impact. If Connor had the luxury of sparing a glance at the damaged that caused, he would be upset that the poison was spreading this far. It was starting to get beyond his control, and if this battle continued for much longer, he would have to do something drastic. That was what he would have thought. Unfortunately for the Soul Reaper, taking his eyes off of this opponent would earn him an early grave.
The Beast vanished in a burst of movement, not instantly recognizing the fact that this animal was using Shunpo. His eyes were sharp enough to track where the spirit was moving, and Connor turned his body towards his enemy. Connor swung his sword forward and up, grinding along and through the ground beneath him, poison welling up along the edge of the blade. The beast punched at him, surprisingly not firing a shockwave at him. A spike of fur shot out from its fist, straight towards the masked reaper. Connor felt his vision tunnel, as he moved as quick as he could to the right. He tried his best, but his best was not enough, as the spear of fur stabbed deep through the left side of his chest.
He yelled in pain, as his left hand grabbed onto the pole. He coughed, and a wet splat could be heard impacting his mask. He gripped the attack as tightly as he could, and swung the right side of his body forwards. He was yelling in a mixture of pain and anger as Tamashī launched yet another Poisoned Wave. Connor was using the attack that he was currently impaled upon as a sort of guide, not quite launching it along the attack, but using it to stabilize himself for better accuracy. The attack was just as quick as the Spot Spike, but much larger.
Connor was hoping that this would do some serious damage to the furred fiend, because he was defiantly not in the best of conditions right now. That attack had bulldozered its way through his chest, plowing straight through bone and flesh alike. It had pierced through his lung, and if his guess was accurate, his shoulder blade as well. He was in an immense amount of pain, and the only thing that was keeping him going was his the strength of his will to defend the Soul Society. He would not let this thing run roughshod over his home! Not while he still had breath in his lungs and blood in his veins!
Poisoned Wave: 150
Total Reiatsu Remaining: 7,375/8,000
Their forms were launched backward, flying at the speed of a shockwave, leaving buildings riddled with bullet-like holes from the destruction. A purple substance could be seen spreading from the points of impact. If Connor had the luxury of sparing a glance at the damaged that caused, he would be upset that the poison was spreading this far. It was starting to get beyond his control, and if this battle continued for much longer, he would have to do something drastic. That was what he would have thought. Unfortunately for the Soul Reaper, taking his eyes off of this opponent would earn him an early grave.
The Beast vanished in a burst of movement, not instantly recognizing the fact that this animal was using Shunpo. His eyes were sharp enough to track where the spirit was moving, and Connor turned his body towards his enemy. Connor swung his sword forward and up, grinding along and through the ground beneath him, poison welling up along the edge of the blade. The beast punched at him, surprisingly not firing a shockwave at him. A spike of fur shot out from its fist, straight towards the masked reaper. Connor felt his vision tunnel, as he moved as quick as he could to the right. He tried his best, but his best was not enough, as the spear of fur stabbed deep through the left side of his chest.
He yelled in pain, as his left hand grabbed onto the pole. He coughed, and a wet splat could be heard impacting his mask. He gripped the attack as tightly as he could, and swung the right side of his body forwards. He was yelling in a mixture of pain and anger as Tamashī launched yet another Poisoned Wave. Connor was using the attack that he was currently impaled upon as a sort of guide, not quite launching it along the attack, but using it to stabilize himself for better accuracy. The attack was just as quick as the Spot Spike, but much larger.
Connor was hoping that this would do some serious damage to the furred fiend, because he was defiantly not in the best of conditions right now. That attack had bulldozered its way through his chest, plowing straight through bone and flesh alike. It had pierced through his lung, and if his guess was accurate, his shoulder blade as well. He was in an immense amount of pain, and the only thing that was keeping him going was his the strength of his will to defend the Soul Society. He would not let this thing run roughshod over his home! Not while he still had breath in his lungs and blood in his veins!
Poisoned Wave: 150
Total Reiatsu Remaining: 7,375/8,000