A freak's vengeance, New York (pvp, closed, NDE)

[Kitai Yoru]

The curtain of night had just fallen over New York city, yet the city was still as awake as ever. Bright lights in most areas, with crime and violence in the areas without. Truly, cities were jungles, where only the strongest and the smartest survived. But unlike real jungles, this one was made completely of concrete, with plant life almost nonexistent. There weren't many places in said city for any greenery, but in the places that had some, often served a purpose. Graveyards were some of the few places that held such a thing.

Standing in one graveyard, stood a tall albino. He was dressed only black and white, with the primary colors being black. His jacket, which was a straitjacket, had their sleeves rolled up, with his hand intertwined. He was standing over a tombstone that was in the shape of a cross. The plaque at the base of the stone wrote, 'here lies Alex Tomas, great man-'. It lists the things he had been know for, as well as his date of birth, to his date of death.

The man standing over the grave, was praying for him. After the man's prayer finished, he placed some flowers at the base of the tombstone, and walked away, muttering out a single sentence. "Thank you... for all that you've done for me.... father." The man was Kitai Yoru, and even after three years after the man's death, he always came back to visit the man's gave on the anniversary. Three, painfully long years Alex had been gone, and it still hurt as bad as the day he saw him dead.

The albino returned his white fedora to his head, and stalked out of the cemetery. He was not in a good mood. He was never in a good mood on this date, and even for a good week after. As Kitai walked down the empty streets, silent tears rolled down his cheeks. His hair covered most of his face, but it definitely could not hide his sadness. But the night was still young, and he might find something to take his depression out on in the following hours.

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{stats and skills}
[Crafting/Forging] {2}

[strength of will] {3}

[Weapons-firearms] {2}

[Martial arts: Drunken fist] {2}

[anti-stealth] {1}

[stealth] {1}

[weapons-swords] {2}

[acting] {2}


Strength - [150] Points (+25%=187)

Speed - [100] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [150] Points (-50%=75)

Reiatsu Strength - [150] Points (+25%=187)

Light Aura - [0] Points

Dark Aura - [100] Points

Instinct - [150] Points (-50%=75)

Senses [100] Points

Energy sensory - [100] Points (+25%=125)

Healing Expertise - [0] Points

Total SP: [900] Points

[Sans Undertale]

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{Listen to Me. This is why I am super picky. Hue}

Death was always a traumatic one, it had the ability to change people, change lives, destroy or liberate them. Everyone goes through death, a loss of a loved one or a hated one. Someone whom they trusted with everything and that person destroyed that trust. The world was quiet and it was dark, the wind rustled the trees as it caused a mournful howl to fill the skies, only to be overpowered by the strong ringing of the brass bells of a nearby church. It was a cemetery in the New York City, the world was about to receive a temporary gift, a gift of darkness and death. A gift of insanity and hatred, one composed of monstrosity and the negativity of every negative emotion. The world was about to receive a gift known as Alik Fedorov. Ever so gently the ground several feet away from a tomb the ground would split. Red light and the screaming of the damned softly whispered into the human world.

One hand thrusts itself out of the hole from Hell before another thrust itself out, the screaming continued to softly whisper out as a being dressed in a shroud of darkness and a white mask crawled it. His voice gasping quietly into the night sky. He was average height, only 5'11. Yet his body smelt of the death in Hell. When his full body was outside of the Hole, it silently closed itself, quieting the screams. The Saika stared at his hands then he placed it on the mask as he cried to himself. Yet his face was twisted into a smile so wide it threatened to rip his entire face in half. "I. We. They. Free. Into the world above, to SAVE! To Embrace. To live To destroy. Free. Free!!! Free Am I. We are the epitome of death. Monstrosity. Freedom. Freedom." the voice was soft and carried into the wind, whispering softly into the ears of those around him.

This was Alik Fedorov, a Saika from Hell. He was sent there when he had killed his Girlfriend in a fit of paranoia before killing himself the next morning. Hell has the ability to destroy and warp even the kindest of people, and Alik is a small example of the problems in Hell. Embracing his face there was no single emotion that he was feeling right now, in his heart he felt it all, the pain of heartbreak, anger, betrayal, lust, happiness, joy, ecstasy. He had the ability to sound as happy as can be but have the words of desiring death and destruction, along with the opposite. His face could be twisted into a horrifically sad face yet the way he speaks shows he is happy and full of life or angry. Alik grunted, gasped, and then began to laugh softly into the sky, his arms spread as if he was about to embrace the moon, "Christina! That is your name right? You remember me! You are away!

He yelled at the moon "You are in Heaven. You are in a better place." he picked up a rock and threw it into the sky, his voice filled with glee and excitement soon turned to a tone of insanity. "You BITCH. I love you. you hate me. Love me. miss me, how are you? I am fine, this love is full of apples. And the worm has eaten its way to the core and has left me feeling JOY." he gripped his face and fell to his knees sobbing yet his tone was still happy. "Will you Save me. Dearest!? Will you come for me when God could not!? EMBRACE ME AND LOVE ME FOR GOD HAS LEFT ME ABANDONED." while he screamed, the voice was still soft and raspy. Spreading to the ears of those that could bother hearing him. Echoing into it for several seconds. Standing up, the saika brushed his mask and gazed at the ground. His face was placid and without life, but every emotion ran through his brain. Processing and then being expressed for a few seconds. The moon sky bathed the cemetery with a beautiful blue light. That was when he turned and say it, the beautiful cross with a giant man standing before it.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, the intervals between each crunch was slow yet steady. "Death." he pointed at the cross, and began to sob again, the tears slowly dripping from the mask he wore. While no one could see into the mask, Alik could see clearly out of it as if he was wearing nothing. "Death. Is a Beautiful thing." the voice said with a sheer amount of pleasure, as if a spasm of ecstasy rode through his spine and into his brain. He licked his lips and continued to step forward, "It saves us from the pain of Life." he shouted with sadness "Yet it gives us the Pleasure of Death." he laughed. "You. Are here to Save me?" his voice was dark and malevolent, yet it sounded as if he begged to be free. "I can be reunited!?"

he screamed with melancholy. Then his voice went flat, his breathing was ecstatic and it sounded as if he was about to start frothing, "We can not be saved." he clutched his head and screamed "SAVIOR SAVE ME." then he dropped to the ground and grabbed at the dirt "Yet we are the savior that will..." he stopped for a brief second then shuddered "Liberate us." he spoke with a false sense of fear. Then he laughed and crumpled onto the floor, digging into a small amount of soil before throwing it into a tree. Then he stood up, every action and every word that this person spoke had no direction. His name was Alik Fedorov, and he gazed into the mans body, gazing and staring at it before nodding. As he nodded, he flexed his reiatsu a little. There would be no feeling of fear or pressure, instead what would show on Alik's mask in an orange gothic font was the phrase "Darkness is Coming" remaining there for a few seconds before disappearing.

Leaving a faint sign that it was burned onto his mask. "Have you ever been at the Gates of Hell." Alik softly whispered, in sheer awe as if he was asking the question of a life time. Regardless of Kitai's answer Alik continued "Because." he softly chuckled and looked into the sky. 'When you are near me. There should be no such thing as Hope. For God could not Save Me. How would you think GOD Could save You." he growled at the man. The world was to receive a dark gift, a gift that emphasized on the monstrosity that all of humanity hides in the darkest parts of their brains. While individuals embraced the gift of monstrosity, others reject it. The world received it, and his name was Alik Fedorov.


Remaining Reiatsu: 1,500/1.500
Hell Posts= 1/80

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{Stats and Skills}

Strength - [100 + 35% = 135] Points

Speed - 100 - 25% = 75] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [200 - 25% = 150] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [200 + 35% =270 ] Points

Light Aura - [0] Points

Dark Aura - [100] Points

Instinct - [100] Points

Senses - [100] Points

Energy sensory - [50] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [850] Points

[Hell Mind] {3}

[Strength of Will] {3}

[Weapons: Swords] {3}

[Illusion Resist] {3}

[Damage Recovery] {3}



* Hell Mind- There is absolutely nothing more terrifying and painful than the depths of Hell. Any inhabitant that had the “pleasure” of inhabiting Hell can back up the story. And to those that have lived at least two centuries in Hell can develop a mindset that makes any form of fear and pain useless. This is because they, especially Saika live day after day being punished in Hell. After awhile one gets “used” to it in a sense where if anyone other than a creature from Hell tries to instill fear and any pain that the Saika in question receives will easily be shrugged off as if a piece of paper gently pressed against a wall and slid down. At Skill Rank 4 the Sinner in mind will be capable of resisting any form of illusion, the experience in Hell has bent the user’s mind to believe what they truly know and sense is there and to be capable of detecting anything false. This can be justified by the fact that every single moment that a sinner burns in Hell they are given various false hopes and illusions to escape Hell. In the end they realize that it is false and have to continue burning. the only exception to this is an Akki is exempt from this ability, were an Akki attack a Saika, the entire ability is averted.

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai was a simple man. Despite the fact that anyone that knew him, including the voices in his head, would argue heatedly against that statement, he felt that he was relatively simple. He only needed a few things to be happy, and to remain happy. His cheese, root beer, the company of others, and most of all, his faith in the Lord. Things that try to interfere, or take these things away, tend not to walk again. But, he would never kill a human, weather they try to do any of the previously mentioned things or not. This however, did not apply to any other race. The fact that this man, trying to discredit God, was a sinner.... lets just say that Kitai was instantly put into a worse mood then he thought possible.

Kitai had since turned around to see the rambling man, feeling an unholy presence approaching him. His eyes widened behind his ivory white hair at man was saying, before narrowing into slits. Slowly, his mouth began to change into a twisted imitation of a grin. The twisted grin revealed all of his sharpened teeth, with a small line of drool rolling off his pale lip. "Well, well, well, what have we here!?" He sang out, bending forwards, with his arms were hanging limply, pointing to the ground. His arms were covered by the sleeves of his straitjacket, so Alik couldn't see him grabbing his fullbring items.

He began walking around him. Each step clumsy, yet intimidating to lesser men. Akil would feel a killing intent as strong as his own hitting him. "Some evil sinner huh?" He said, raising his arms in a similar fashion to how someone screaming about a mouse. "Ohh~ I'm really scared!" He put his right, sleeved hand, over his right eye, and leaned forwards, still wearing that twisted smile. He stared at the sinner, as an animal would look at prey. Kitai knew that a fight was inevitable, but he really didn't want it to happen over his father's grave.

He was currently about three feet to the sinner's left. He continued to sing, for some reason. "So there's another one, who thinks they~ stand a chance!?" He tilted his head to his right, after letting his arm fall limply to his side. "You're joking! You're joking! I can't believe this lie!" He claimed, pointing his left hand at the once man. "You're ancient, you're ugly, I can't tell which is worse! I might just bust a gut, if I don't die laughing first." He continued, trying to get a reaction from him. He wanted the man to be angry, trying to throw him into a rage so it would be easier to fight.

Right now, he was on the opposite side of Akil from when he started, and four feet from him. Finally stopping his song, he stood hunched over, staring at the sinner with his crimson eyes from behind his ivory white hair. He held his left arm behind his back, while his right was in front of his chest. In his right hand, he was holding a silver cross with his sleeve. "Do not think that your presence can cancel out hope, sinner. He is far more powerful than either you or me. And second, don't blame him for the misdeeds that you yourself caused." His smile somehow grew even wider at that comment. "Now I'll give you one chance to leave sinner. I won't attack first, but..." He shrugged his shoulders and let out a sigh, not changing a thing about his smile. ".... well, I'll have to give you a HUUUUGE hug if you don't." He said, not telling him that he thought that hugs meant stabbing.

[Sans Undertale]

"Hug..." "Love" "Sister." "Betrayal." the words whispered in his head, these words made Alik remembered something. The word Sister made Alik remember back, he was sitting by the road side, his bicycle laid right next to him and a few cuts and scrapes on his knees and his elbows. He was crying and crying, yet in a few seconds he was picked up by a strong pair of arms, his elder sister was always the tallest one in the family, and she always babied him. She held him in his arms and hushed sweet words into his ears. The memories coursed through Alik's brain as he tried to process the emotions, yet to no avail these emotions would always slip through his fingers. Like hot water through the cracks of a broken coffee mug. Yet Alik knew this was coffee, but he did not know what to do with the coffee.

So he threw it against the wall, on the surface he ignored everything that the man said, but when the word 'Hug' entered his ears it caused the memories to flash, and then like a flash they were over in a few seconds. He clutched his mask and bent over into the ground and cried, he cried and cried before speaking. His voice was full of joy yet he was sobbing "I killed them all." he stood up and clutched his mask and cackled "I killed them all. Their voices hush me to sleep in the depths of Hell. Come. Come. Come Come. Embrace." he held his wide open, the shackles of his imprisonment dangled from his arms before turning them back and onto the behind of his back.

Bending forward the Fullbringer would notice a large bump that swayed and moved as if full of living puss and two stubs on his back as if he had wings that were servered. Alik's hand grasped onto it and with all of his strength pulled it open. This caused his entire body to be encased within a dark, black, and viscous material that encased his entire body within seconds. Then it solidified, the stench of death filled the air as the mask reformed itself on where his face was, on the mask there was a small line on the mouth. It did not open but it existed. Alik held his hand forward then stared at the palm "ThE eND of MY haND is EmPtY." the voice was loud and demonic, it was deep and maniacal, as if the entire being that stood before him had unleashed the inner monstrosity that was built within.

Alik laughed and laughed, yet his voice had no sense of controlled emotion. His laugh was as if it was a mother receiving news that her son had died in combat and it was her way of denying it. He grasped onto the mask before stepping forward, slowly he stretched his arm forward before moving his hand towards before stopping half way, he clutched his arm and laughed even harder. "Yes.... YES... THE DARKNESS IS EVERYWHERE. Come. We ARE thE SaME. You trUsT GOD. GOD WILL NOT SAVE YOU." he clasped his hands together and then shaped his hand into a handle like position, pulling out a Katana from his very palm. To anyone observing it would seem as if he created the weapon from thin air. But in reality it was Alik's dark skill. His body is tainted with the poisons of Hell. If he were to cut the human, it would slowly change the world into a perspective that only Sinners would ever get used to. "YOU have one second to RUN. BeFoRe Alma comes back. Th-th-then we will all get in trouble."




Remaining Reiatsu: 1,100/1,500
Hell Post: 2/80

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai looked the sinner with an 'innocently confused' type face on, with what little you could see of his face. He was even pointing his sleeve-covered finger at his chin, looking childish, despite everything about him.In truth however, he was sweating a bit, but was able to, if barely, hide the fact. This creature was trying to release... something. He didn't know what the once-human was able to do, not having meet one before, much less in combat. He could feel the energy the guy was putting off, and didn't like how much there was. Was he afraid of the evil he was putting off? No, he could do the same thing, if he felt like it.

He was worried that the graveyard would be destroyed in their battle, and ruin the memories of the fallen. All the lives would be forgotten in midst of battle. All of them, unable to be visited by their loved ones, who would cry fresh tears for old lives. Truly a sad thought. Not to mention there was nowhere to hide in this place so he could fight better. He preferred areas with lots of turns and narrow spaces. His abilities simple worked better that way. So, with that though in mind, he decided to play a game.

"YOU have one second to RUN. BeFoRe Alma comes back. Th-th-then we will all get in trouble." Immediately after Alik said that, Kitai spun around on his leg, and used bringer light to dash away towards the city. But not without giving a retort of some sort."HahahhAHAA, lets play tag! LETS PLAY TAG!" He said, effectively exiting the graveyard. After which, he started running, not wanting the sinner to lose sight of him. Finally he could get a fight where he could have FUN! The prospect made him both giggle and crackle at the same time.

The people he passed by gave him a wide berth, along with funny looks. And why would blame them really? A seven foot tall albino, dressed extremely odd crackling like a madman, running down the streets of New York at night? That tends to raise some eyebrows and turn some heads. Not in that order, but you get the point. Kitai didn't care though. No, that's not entirely true. He loved the looks he got, and he had a feeling he would love them even more once the fight truly started. The fear, the panic, the mayhem, THE CHAOS! Oh, the feelings were coursing through him like the blood in his veins! He activated his level one fullbring, causing the barrel of a cannon to slide out from the inside of his left sleeve.

Remaining Reiatsu: 400/750
Remaining fullbring: 0/10

[Sans Undertale]

SPOILER: Click to show

{Play Me}

Because the action required a few seconds to turn, Alik took the opportunity to act. An athletes instincts were often true and strong, acting upon impulses the moment it is sensed. And he knew he had to stab this one, because Kitai had to take a few seconds to turn, Alik used it as an opportunity to use his fullbring light. Sword in hand he rammed into the larger person, the blade would have stabbed into the left side of his gut, quickly tearing into the muscle and potentially tearing into either the appendix and releasing toxins fluids into his body or severely damaging the intestines, releasing waste and toxins into the body, both potentially lethal over time but not instantly. It was not the fact that Kitai had a sword rammed into his body and was popping out of the other side, Alik was relentless in making sure this person felt as much pain as possible. He twisted the sword up, then immediately down following a full circular motion before removing the blade but not before adding teeth to the end of it, cutting it even further and stepping back. Without a sense of pain reduction, this would hurt more than ever.

"DO NOT run FROM ME." Kitai's mistake was trying to run, the blade receded into his body before a pair of single bladed Kataras crawled out of Alik's hands as he cleaved them together. "The Darkness and Chaos follow." he growled. Alik had stabbed and cut into the mans body around five times and the poison had started to take its effects. From Kitai's perspective the world would seem to come to a stand still, people stopped in their tracks and the wind had stopped blowing onto the trees, everything but himself and Alik were at an utter standstill. The air around them became very cold, Alik cackled and he cackled. "DO. NoT. Run From Me." his voice was without emotion, it was without direction. Every aspect of Alik was a negative emotion of kinds, his voice differed from happiness to sadness to ecstasy. There was no way to determine what kind of emotions he was feeling at once. All there was to his emotion was a shroud of darkness.

He crackled his knuckles, causing the Katars to climb up his arm and then move back. He was staring at the Fullbringer to see what he was doing. The fullbringer was in trouble, if the attack had connected then he would sooner or later bleed out from the wounds and damaged organs, if that didnt kill him then Alik would have. "DO YOU SEE IT NOW. WE ARE ALIKE. bRothERs in DEATH." he pointed at the man and screamed "ALMA PICK ME UP. I'm scared." his voice was happy yet he sobbed with immense sadness, then he straightened himself up and laughed. The world was at a standstill, there was no sound other than the ones that they made within the graveyard. All of this was only through the perspective of Kitai, everything else moved perfectly in Alik's vision. "hehehehe hahahahahahaha HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA the laughter, the taunting laughter filled the sky. Alik bursted into a fit of insane laughter. If the wound had connected then moving would have been made a tad difficult without the pain reminding him.

"Do you feel fear? I don't I cant feel fear. I cant feel. At all.." the voice was calm for a split second, the voice growled and mumbled, observing the fullbringer and pointed "You move and I KILL YOU. you do anything and I will Kill You!" The small line remained shut, what was underneath the line would only be revealed if he got close to Kitai. The desire for blood was overwhelming, the lack of fear made Alik giddy that this fight would happen. Alik twitched, he snickered and moved his body in a very erratic and misleading way. The world was going to embrace Hell, Kitai's world was going to become Hell. And knowing this made Alik smile. Monstrosity will spread. This man did not fear death, he did not know what death was. Everything that would normally scare someone into submission would fail. Because Hell breaks people, Demons rebuild them, and Satan Releases them. Sin will never Die.



Cutting Until Total Hell [5/25]

Remaining Reiatsu: 1,050/1500
-50 for fullbring light

Hell Posts [3/80]

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai quickly realized his mistake. How he made such an amateur mistake was almost beyond him. It was such a simple rule for almost every fight, yet he broke it. Don't turn your back on your opponent. That was almost a universal rule in combat. What he should have done was just flashed backwards to gain distance. Instead, he gave the sinner an opening. That was his first mistake. The first mistake, but, undoubtedly, not the last. Fighting an opponent that you've never seen before, will mess you up. He hoped that those mistakes wouldn't prove fatal.

His second mistake, was getting cut. From that one wound, his senses flickered as time seemed to slow down for merely an instant. But that was enough to feel it. The world came to a grinding halt. Everything looked exactly the same. There was no physical difference to the graveyard, but... there was an aura. The aura felt just like the one that was rolling off the sinner behind him. The one who had put a knife in his back. The realization came crashing down on Kitai's head like a waterfall of cheese. He had been stabbed by the sinner.

Kitai was shaken out of the stillness by the roaring laugh of Alik, and the pain from the stab. He had missed what he had said before, but he doubted he would have liked it. He quickly realized that there was more pain than there should be for one wound. In fact, he believed that he could feel several different gashes on his back. All the pain flooded through him in an instant after that. The pain flowed through him like a bloody river. He could feel it all over his body. It felt like someone carved into him with a hot iron.

But even with all that, there was one thing he needed to say. "[smear:ff0000]OH YEAH, thAT'S IT! KEEp IT UP, I'M ALMOST THERE![/smear:ff00ff]" He screamed out in ecstasy. The pain was so GOOD! THIS is one of the things he fought to feel! The pain, his suffering! Oh he needed more. And he was going to get it. He was going to get more out of the sinner even if it killed him! The sinner that is. He was going to use him, then he would be happy. He would be very happy.

Standing up straight, he turned his head towards the sinner, but not his body. The albino's hair was finally out of his eyes. He was leering at Alik with his crimson red eyes. The toothy grin on his have was akin to a hungry sharks. He saw the smaller man as a toy at the moment, and he was going to play with him as long as he could. "Ohhhh~" He said, sounding completely different than he did before. His tone was filled with, what sounded like, lust.

"This is going to be a fun night~" He moaned out, sounding downright evil. Suddenly his left arm, the one that his fullbing wrapped itself around, glowed a green light. Kitai swung that arm backwards, intent on slamming it's metal shaft into the sinner's groin. The limb was moving at 500 speed, and had 187 strength behind it. If it hit it's mark, he would lean forwards at a 90 degree angel, and let Alik fly forwards off him. It he pulled out and back up, he would fire a hot load from his cannon at the sinner, and flash forwards. With either result, he would still comment. "Too bad~ I'm gonna ruin you for everyone else~ HeehehhEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" While not as loud as the sinner's laugh, the human's laugh was still able to send chills down lesser beings spines. In fact, with all the commotion going on, the two might get some unwanted company later on.

Remaining Reiatsu: 350/750
Remaining fullbring: 1/10
Bringer flash: 50

[Sans Undertale]

SPOILER: Click to show

{Play Me}

The taller male stood up and spoke, he spoke and laughed and screamed before turning his head and smiled. This prompted Alik to open his mouth the rows of thousands of teeth filled the air with a sense of animal like blood lust. The fullbringer would not be able to speak, he mistook Alik for being the person to allow much talking. All he wanted was to eat and to give him fear. The mouth of Alik had opened and it was time for dinner. Standing up for Kitai would have been a rather slow process, while his mentality enjoyed the pain his body should not, would not, and could not have the ability to truly fight through that much pain as easily as he thought he would. Using this opportunity to get another hit Alik made sure to leap forward and initiated another fullbring step so that he may collide directly into the right side of the Fullbringer. Hitting around the area of the pelvis and the undamaged organs. With his mouth wide open he aimed to remove a large chunk of his other intestines, biting down with all of his strength the jagged teeth of his mouth would have torn through flesh and directly ripped out the bit of intestines that he was able to pull.

Alik had hoped that this other bite and another chunk of his side gone would bring the male back to his knees, hopping 3 feet back and stare at the fullbringer as if it was some kind of object to the eyes of a curious child. Blood had spattered all across the mask from the large chunk of intestines he had riped out. The large line that was where his mouth was had opened and revealed the rows upon rows of sharpened teeth. A large black tongue slithered out and licked what blood the mask if there was anything. The smell of death filled the air as Alik roared, the roar was beginning to sound less human and more of a monstrosity. All that was Hell followed Alik, all that was inhumane followed the Sinner from Hell. The fullbringer was foolish to believe that just because the saika was weaker that he would win. The Fullbringer was foolish to believe that just because he was stronger, he could win. His foolishness and pride was the downfall of the fullbringer. And now he would have to pay for the insolence. Blood had entered into Alik's system.

And the fullbringer would notice that he no longer spoke, the blood rushed into his organs and a blast of intense pleasure filled his body with a desire for more. His legs tensed back up again to observe the fullbringer. Alik was an animal, an creature with an instinctual desire to cause as much pain and torment he could to the land of the living. Alik always disliked humans because they were in the race, they were within the rate race known as the game of survival. Everything needed to survive and Alik knew that the only way to survive the game was to make sure that those around you were dead. He wanted to kill this fullbringer, he wanted to make sure that he was dead and that nothing remained of him. The saika roared again before preparing to go for another blitz towards the larger male. Death was coming for him and when he dies, Alik will be waiting. Waiting to continue the torment and the circle will continue where this fullbringer will escape Hell. And another being will be there, for him to torment kill and destroy. The game of survival continues. Death awaits us all.



Remaining Reiatsu: 1,000/1,500
-50 for fullbring step

Hell Post:4/80



[ooc] Sorry for brutality of post. No other route now that combat has started.

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai felt amazing. His body was throbbing all over, and his grin was practically splitting his face. The rush was making his head spin, but he couldn't stop now. No, his will was strong enough to keep going. This little monster wouldn't let him talk? Like he would let that happen. Kitai flashed forwards from his knelling position, and spun around, swinging his cannon in case the sinner tried to follow. He was now next to the graveyard's entrance. Seeing the monster, he fired a shot from his cannon at the sinner. He was clutching his sides, trying to reduce the bleeding, and keep anything important inside. "[smear:ff0000]So good.... I'll kill you for that![/smear:ff00ff]" The madness swirling around in his eyes was sicking.

Nearly anyone would cower under this gaze. But not this monstrosity. No, it was too used to such things. He really shouldn't be surprised at the fact, seeing as what it is, but he didn't bother wasting the brainpower on such thoughts. All that mattered at the moment was the fight. He didn't need to win, but he needed to fight. He wanted to destroy this vile beast of sin. It might have man's shape, he couldn't tell underneath its robs and mask, but it certainly wasn't human. It was made of sin, barely able to speak, and what it did say made no sense. He doubted that it even deserved to be compared to a beast, but it was the closest thing that fit the sinner.

He wanted nothing more than to tear this monster into pieces. After his cannon shot, he jumped backwards, swinging his cannon arm in front of him to keep the freak at bay. The stupid thing was persistent, going out of it's way to attack from behind, and jump back. "You're just like a dog you are!" He said mid jump. He had to make sure to never stay still. While he preferred to stay in one place during a fight, this thing made that impossible. It never stayed still, so he couldn't either. He hated fighting this way, but that's the way it had to be.

So irritating, frustrating, annoying! Didn't this thing even know how to fight? 'When you fight, the first thing you're supposed to do is let me kill you!' He thought angrily. It's just like every other person he fought. It's like no one knew how a fight is meant to be done! He wasn't crazy, that's how it's done. Yet everyone wants to ignore those rules and just attack him anyway. Not that he complained too often. He liked the pain they gave him, and the pain he gave them. Yet this one fought like a mut! The pain in his sides acted up, and made him shiver in delight.

Despite the pleasure his wounds were giving him, something else was growing too. Something that would not be ignored for long. It felt like it was about to burst out! And not just the fact that his pants felt far tighter than they did at the beginning of the fight. No, he was slowly getting angrier. He was starting to slip into a rage at this beast of a creature. Attacking him in such a manner was cowardly, savage, barbaric! 'HE IS TOTALLY STEALING OUR THING!' He thought to himself, avoiding this monster's attacks, while swinging his cannon at him in retaliation.

Remaining Reiatsu: 350/750
Remaining fullbring: 2/10
Bringer flash: 50

[Amagai Kuchiki]

24 paragraphs + winning bonus = 340 TP for Kitai
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