Let's Wreck Moscow! [NDE, R]

[Kuraaken]

Thread Title: Let's Wreck Moscow! [NDE, R]
Participants: Kuraaken, Zen Isogi
World: Hueco Mundo
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: In the heart of Russia lies Moscow. The fight takes place near Royce's house in the middle of the day or so.
Special Conditions:
Circumstances: They both just happened to wind up meeting each other in Moscow. And they are both hollows trying to consume the other.

[Kuraaken]

    For Russia, Moscow isn't as cold as I thought it would be, Kuraaken thought as he took a swig from his gourd. Hue hue, I wonder how many I'll be able to... play... with. Hue hue hue! He giggled to himself as he thought of all of the fun things he would do with whoever he had caught. Well, fun for Kuraaken, not so much for whoever was unlucky enough to get caught by him and his tentacles. He decided to slither out from his alley way onto the relatively quiet street, as no one could see the hollow anyway. Sure there were people around, but no one who was spiritually aware. Or if there were, they hid the shock of seeing him pretty well. Kuraaken looked up and down the long road, the occasional car driving past him. Once the coast was clear, he slithered across on his tentacles. If Kuraaken caused an accident, people would scatter. He didn't want that, yet at least.

    Before him loomed the spire-topped buildings famous for appearing on oh so many postcards. The buildings that Moscow was known for. Pretty. Hue hue hue, It would make quite the place for a party, Kuraaken thought to himself, smiling internally at the thought. If you had an armor-like plate that covered your mouth unless you were going to eat something, you would do it internally too. This was followed by another drink of sake poured into the narrow slit at the top of said covering, through which only liquid could make it through. Who knows, he might just barge through those doors and kill everyone once he drank some more. Overall, it was going to be a good day today. Kuraaken could feel it in his bones.

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{Stats}
Strength - [(250) 338] Points

Speed - [(150)113] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [(150) 113] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [(250) 338] Points

Light Aura - [0] Points

Dark Aura - [100] Points

Instinct - [125] Points

Senses - [125] Points

Energy sensory - [0] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points

  

[Zen Isogi]

His new wings drove him through the air at speeds unfamiliar to him. still getting used to his new body. it was quite invigorating to be an adjuchas once more however. the cold air of russia flowing against his skin, pure white, save for the red maze patterns dancing across him. His eyes surging with power. the one unusual grey orb focused in on something below him. it was massive. incredibly so. not much taller than him but possessed of eight limbs of incredible length. an octopus, it could be nothing but a hollow, based on its rabid consumption. an adjuchas most likely. Which meant it was dinner time. Zen couldnt help but think to himself. Honestly i would have preferred tacos to calamari but still.OH MY GOD I CAN MAKE CALAMARI TACOS! This thought let him give a gleeful grin, his rows of teeth making a rather fierce image when he did so. As he found the recipe to use, he decided to trigger a few of his abilities. he would need to establish an early advantage. As he drifted through his thoughts, drifting in the sky, he decided how he would do this. he needed to start the battle quickly.

the sudden expense of reiatsu was tremendous but as the release of energy went out from his body in an invisible wave Zen became nigh omniscient of the battlefield within 100 meters of himself. One more expense of reiatsu and he would fly past the octopus, four of his long sharp claws sliding past the hollows face at just under mach 1. if kuraaken could do nothing then he would suffer a grievous wound to his mask in the opening instants of the battle.as he rushed past he would quickly turn in the air and release a bala towards his foes back. As Zen rose back into the air his voice could be heard echoing across the city. The dragon hollow would give no quarter to his foe. Death came for everyone, Zen knew this better than most. And sadly for kuraaken, that day was today.

Evenn if his attacks hit they would only serve to wound his foe, not kill. No, one must tenderize the meat before they cook it. "Tell me your name, so that when I devour you I know who it is that I am bringing into myself. And please, I do not wish to harm one who is helpless. Fight me, prove your worth in the eyes of the wargods, let me take some honor in our battle." Zen roared into the cold air. He had grown much since his time as a base hollow. the time for idealistic pacifism was over. It was time to survive.

Remaining reiatsu: 650/1000

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{stats}Strength - [100] Points

Speed - [400] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [100] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [200] Points

Light Aura - [100] Points

Dark Aura - [0] Points

Instinct - [150] Points

Senses - [150] Points

Energy sensory - [0] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [1100] Points

[Kuraaken]

Kuraaken turned just in time to see a large dragon flying towards him. No joke, it was an actual dragon that flew by his face, narrowly missing a dead-on collision. Kuraaken was, for once, shocked into silence as he leaned away from it, towards the side, sneaking a tentacle over to a nearby bus-stop and ripping it out of the ground. The hollow could feel blood begin to dribble down his face from a long (but thankfully not too serious) cut the attack had made on the side of his face even before he began to react to the bala that followed a moment after. Swinging the tentacle holding the bus stop in front of the bala, Kuraaken was barely able to intercept it. Even so, the attack pushed him back a tiny amount, forcing the hollow to put his arms up in defense.


As he recovered from the ordeal, the octopus man heard the creature bellow out "Tell me your name, so that when I devour you I know who it is that I am bringing into myself. And please, I do not wish to harm one who is helpless. Fight me, prove your worth in the eyes of the wargods, let me take some honor in our battle." The dragon is being just a bit too pretentious Kuraaken thought, drinking yet again from his gourd. Looking around, he spotted a lamp post near by the bus stop he had grabbed earlier. Ripping it out of the ground, the hollow wrapped two tentacles around its base, intent on using it as a club when he got the chance. That is, when that dragon got close enough to hit in other words. Just for that mark on Kuraaken’s cheek he would tear the hollow limb from limb. Well, he would do that regardless but at least now he had a reason (not that it mattered anyway).


For now though, Kuraaken would just watch the sky. Using his tremendous strength, Kuraaken smashed into the pavement around him, digging up chunks of concrete for each of his eight tentacles. Wrapping his appendages around each one, the hollow was sure to cover the pieces with his default blood-thinning poison. Once they were practically dripping from the venom, Kuraaken was sure that even one hit would be enough to transfer the poison (given time of course). Sure, it would depend on whether the rocks hit his opponent or just glazed them, but with one in each tentacle, Kuraaken’s opponent would no doubt have trouble evading all of the rocks.


“Ya think I’m helpless? Hue hue, well to let ya know I am quite the contrary.” The octopus-man hollow said as he was shattering and grabbing the rocks. If he had a mouth to grin with, that would be what Kuraaken would do right now. Looking around the sky for his opponent, he continued, “I admit ya got some nice and fine tricks of yours, with all that speedy flying and junk, but if I lay so much as one tentacle on you, game over. Hue hue hue hue.” With that, the hollow took another swig from his gourd. With six tentacles holding rocks, and two on the lamp post, he felt well armed for his opponent’s return. Still, he thought to himself, you can never be too safe. And with that he began to produce a special pheromone that heightened touch. That way, once he nailed that dragon, the pain would be heightened immensely. It may even crash into the ground, he thought in glee, that would depend on how much pain he could withstand though.

OOC: Reiatsu: 1130 - 50 = 1080 remaining