Black vs White

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Thread Title: Black vs White
Participants: Asmoskon Masurao & Takashi Kuchiki
World: Soul Society
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: PG-13
Location: A high school courtyard in Tokyo. There are a few trees around the courtyard. Cement walk ways leading through the open space where gym classes are normally held.
Special Conditions: N/A
Circumstances: Asmoskon is training late one night at his high school. During his training some other source o reiatsu senses his own power and comes to challenge him.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Rest and relaxation were things that Asmoskon never allowed himself. Even after the constant stream of battles and injuries that the Quincy had suffered in only the last few months since arriving to Tokyo he felt like everything had started. His goal of taking down the Emperor of his race and freeing the worlds from the grip of torment that he planned to ensue upon them. The meetings of individuals from almost every single race of spiritual beings that he knew of in just the last few months met that news of his location and life would soon reach his own race.

That was the reason why he had decided that he could no longer allow himself time to relax and rest. Every second was essential to success. When not at school developing his knowledge and understanding of the human world while simultaneously studying his grandfather’s notes on other races to increase his knowledge of the spirit worlds. He was training late into the night and early into every morning in the school’s courtyard one of the few places in Tokyo large enough to no one could see him. Instead of firing with his actual spiritual bow Asmoskon chose to fire with one from the school itself.

Asmoskon did this by making sure to left a single bow with a quiver full of arrows atop of the roof where no one would think to find it. Late into the night he would return to collect the practice weapons and move to the courtyard and begin practicing. Although it wasn’t the same as utilize his own bow and arrows made of his reiatsu it was good enough practice that he would gain from the repetitive action. Now once again firing off the last of the arrows from the quiver Asmoskon realizes that each and every single arrow since he had started practicing had hit red mark in the center from twenty meters away.

[Takashi Kuchiki]

The wooden gates opened, a ray of light shining through from them. A shadow slowly emerged from out of the illuminated area. With a 'hup, the shinigami's foot pushed off against the door. Soaring through the air as his black robes fluttered in the late night breeze. Landing a top of a lighted pole near a school, the white haired individual glanced to his right and left. Tonight was his shift to make sure no hollows appeared unexpectedly. With his same bored yet emotionless eyes, Takashi scoured the area for any signs of reaitsu. Initially, he didn't detect any, until he felt something...strange. His eyes narrowed a bit as he looked towards the school.

I've never felt Reaitsu like that before...

He thought to himself curiously. Grasping his sheath, he leaped from the post onto another, eventually springing his way through roof tops. Finally, he spotted someone practicing archery late at night. Oddly, they seemed to be human. From a distance, Takashi noticed the strange arrows that had hit their mark nearly perfectly. Jumping down, he landed near the location of where the man was. He didn't say anything, he simply walked past him and inspected the arrows which had hit their mark. His expression stayed the same...bored. However, he seemed to be interested in the man's shooting.

Obviously, Takashi had assumed this boy was a normal human. Though odd, it didn't seem likely that such reaitsu came from a simple high school student. Naiive to his job, he was there to only inspect the shots.

Interesting..

He thought as he leaned over and looked towards the arrows. He stood on the left of the target board and noted the precise attacks. Soon after, he got to a standing position and looked around, unsure of where the signature came from. He took a moment before looking at the man, he had a theory.

"You can't see me can you?"

He questioned, hoping the response would be silence.

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{Statistics for Battle}

Battle Stats

Strength - 50 Points (100)

Speed - 50 Points (100)

Spiritual Pressure - 100 Points (67)

Reiatsu Strength - 100 Points (67)

Light Aura - 65 Points

Dark Aura - 35 Points

Instinct - 100 Points

Senses - 50 Points

Energy sensory - 50 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Current Skills:

- Martial Arts: [Hakuda] (1)
-Strength of Will: (1)
-Battle Analysis: (1)
-Weapon [Sword]: (1)
- Battle Focus: (1)

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon had sensed the reiatsu of the Shinigami from a short distance away and knew that the individual was closing in on his location. Though he knew most Shinigami would view him as an enemy and threat due to the others of his race Asmoskon never felt to run for he had nothing to hide. This wasn’t the first time a Shinigami would encounter him it had happened multiple times before now and each and every single time Asmoskon had been able to survive. It only took about a minute for the Shinigami to appear and start looking over the area. At this point Asmoskon knew that the Shinigami most likely sensed his reiatsu and either knew a Quincy was in the area or wasn’t quite sure what he was sensing at all.

Now watching the movements of the Shinigami carefully and gauging how the individual moved. The actions of the Shinigami inspecting the arrows that he had only just fired Asmoskon couldn’t quite understand or place a reason why the he would be scanning the weapons due to the fact that they were simply ordinary. Now as the male Shinigami turned and faced him Asmoskon could see on his face that he was pondering the situation. It was leaning toward the second occurrence that this Shinigami had no clue what type of reiatsu he had been sensing and was now attempting to find out.

Once the Shinigami asked his question Asmoskon only bowed his head slightly showing a sign of respect before beginning a conversion with a new individual. “I can see you Shinigami that much is fact. Now what is the reason for the inspection?” Asmoskon moves the bow down to the ground and crossed his arms over his chest. This was hopefully not going to move past conversation and into another explosion of confrontation. Asmoskon had already had his fair share of battles in the last few months more than he had in his entire life. However he never seemed to grow tired of them and after the last few days with no such problems it felt like he was being lazy.

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{Stats}Strength - 75 Points - 30% = 53 Points

Speed - 150 Points

Spiritual Pressure - 100 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 185 Points + 50% = 310 Points

Light Aura - 80 Points

Dark Aura - 20 Points

Instinct - 95 Points

Senses - 50 Points

Energy sensory - 30 Points

Healing Expertise - 10 Points

•[Analyzing] {1}

•[Weapons: Archery] {1}

•[Weapons: Knife Fighting] {1}

•[Battle Analysis] {1}

•[Pain Tolerance] {1}

•[Battle Focus] {1}

•[Focused Eye] {1}

•[Damage Recovery] {1}

•[Charisma/Leadership] {1}

[Takashi Kuchiki]

Takashi raised an eyebrow, the man seemed unnaturally calm for this encounter; it seemed he had been questioned by Shinigami before. With the same bored expression, Takashi cleared his throat as he stood erect, his hands now at his sides. He returned the respectful bow that he was given from the man.

"I am quite surprised that you seem to be well versed in archery. You also don't seem to mind that I am a shinigami, as you yourself suggested..you know what I am. It was not my intention to inspect you...rather"

Takashi leaned in and and looked at the arrows that had been shot. His face tilted towards the side as his finger emerged to point towards the arrow that had hit the mark.

"I am quite impressed that you were able to hit this precise location so many times. In any case, it was rude of me not to introduce myself. My name is Kuchiki Takashi and I simply sensed a strange Reaitsu around here. I'm assuming given the time and your knowledge of shinigami, that it came from you. Am I correct in assuming this?"

Takashi cleared his throat a moment later.

"In any case, your Reaitsu seems rather...strong now that I am more aware of it. I can see you practicing...but I was wondering if you would be up some practice? It isn't my usual way of asking for a duel, however, with this precision I cannot help myself. I will not force you, it is simply a battle. Please know, in any encounter, I put my life on the line"

He said as he stood, nearly 15 feet away from the man, the blank expression present all throughout his speech. He awaited the answer from the Quincy. He was ready for him to make the first move if he agreed.

"So..what do you say? Please feel free to answer with an attack or lack thereof"

He spoke calmly.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Standing with his arms crossed like the hobbit always persisted Asmoskon listened to the explanation of the Shinigami's arrival. Asmoskon had somewhat forgotten that his own reiatsu felt strange to Shinigami simply because it wasn't tainted in a manner they could sense like that of a hollow, but at the same time was different than they're own. Then the Shinigami respectfully gave his name and it felt like his stomach became a giant knot. This Shinigami introduced himself with the name Kuchiki Takashi. He had the same name as the Vice-Captain Asmoskon had dealt with around two months previously.

This Takashi however had returned the sign of respect by bowing his head before speaking. That alone made a astronomical difference from the Kuchiki female that you had the unpleasant encounter. Then the question had ben asked of Asmoskon. Yet again another battle against a Shinigami however Asmoskon couldn't help, but feel as if the void in his chest was lifting at the idea. Asmoskon knew now that he had become so influenced by the constant stream of battles that it was like he couldn't be happy without one now.

Asmoskon smiles openly at Takashi "My name is Masurao Asmoskon and I Accept the challenge Takashi." Lifting his arms from around one another slightly until both crossed over one another, but in a more upward fashion in front of Asmoskon. His palms toward his face Asmoskon tightens his grasp on the air with a grin. "Smite the Enemy with Hollow Steel" just like that his reiatsu enveloped within his grasp and in that very moment two silver knives appeared in his hands. Both of the knives had the same design as the Spec Plus of the American military.

"Draw your weapon Takashi it would be disrespectful to attack you without it at the ready. I must thank you by the way I've been waiting for a chance to use this technique" Asmoskon twirled the hilts of both knives between his fingers over and over again. Asmoskon continued to spin the knives as he watched Takashi making sure that he would be ready for any method of attack from a Shinigami. e knew that this Shinigami like many others could possess knowledge of close combat, kido or even a stepping technique. Asmoskon had already faced off each of these methods, but no fight had compared to Iwa and Asmoskon hoped with one wouldn't either.

Remaining Reiatsu: 975/1000 ~Hohle Schneide~

[Takashi Kuchiki]

Takashi's eyes fixated upon the man who stood with their arms crossed. They introduced themselves as Masurao Asmoskon, an interesting name none the less. The shinigami's expression remained unaltered as Asmoskon accepted his invitation with a smile. Inside however, he felt a great sense of joy from being able to fight this opponent. The breeze enveloped Takashi as his warm body began to rush with adrenaline, his heart pumping with ferocity. The young Kuchiki took pride in not showing the human emotions he had left behind only a short time ago.

His eyes fixated on the strange way Asmoskon lifted his arms. He had expected him to draw something, but the air felt...strange. The way this man was using his reaitsu was definitely something Takashi had not seen before. As he grasped the air, it seemed two knives materialized out of nowhere. Takashi's eyes narrowed. Having never even seen a shikai release, he was shocked to see something like this being used; he decided it was wise to tread carefully.

With that, the other man invited him to draw his weapon respectfully. Takashi felt a strange sense of satisfaction from seeing that this man possessed honor. However, he pinpointed on the sentence he had said before. It was strange that he wanted to utilize some sort of technique. Those knives must be different than normal somehow, Takashi rationalized. Why go through all the trouble of materializing them rather than keeping a simple pair of knives on you?

With that, he gave a nod towards the man, accepting his gracious offer. Takashi gripped the top of his sheath and pulled his katana from his waist band. It slowly rose until he held it up in a vertical manner. Lowering it, he grasped the handle and drew the sword slowly, the metallic sheen illuminating from the moons light. As he fully drew, he pointed the sword towards Asmoskon. With his left hand, he gripped the sheath with his fingers and spun it around 180 degrees and held it pointed upwards at a 45 degree angle from his hip.

With his right leg forward and his left staggered he blinked for a moment. The tension in the air rose, it felt as though the air became a heavy blanket of sorts. Takashi let out a soft sigh, calming himself fully for this battle. He couldn't help but reflect upon Asmoskon's generosity; allowing him to draw his weapon. The Kuchiki's honor replayed in his mind and he had to offer something in return for this kind gesture. As he stood looking at the man he began to speak.

"Let us begin. Please take the first move, I insist."

He said as he bent his knees, ready for an attack. It would have been better for the shinigami to come towards him in the first place. However, the opposing man had granted him a chance to draw his weapon when attacking would have suited him more. With this, Takashi waited to see what kind of technique would come from this honorable man. The night sky was quiet and a single breeze of wind howled for a second, its cessation signaling the beginning of the match.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Takashi had insisted that Asmoskon begin the battle by initiating the first attack. It felt quite odd for Asmoskon however for two different reasons. The first being that this Kuchiki seemed to be the polar opposite of the Vice-Captain that he had fought previously. While at the same time this individual seemed to hold as much respect toward his opponents as Asmoskon himself. That was something that Asmoskon had almost never come across. The only other individual who had showed around the same respect and honor than his own was Hotaru another Shinigami that he had befriended only about a month ago.

Well if they were going to duel someone needed to make the first move. Why not it be Asmoskon now especially. Feeling as if it were simply wrong to not utilize his bow at this moment though. This wasn't a battle that would decide eithers fate it was simply one to test one another. Asmoskon hadn't had a chance to test his own talents with his newly obtained knowledge of fighting with knives so now was the perfect situation. Moving his arms down to his sides Asmoskon grins with excitement. Twirling the knife in his right hand around one more time Asmoskon switches t a reverse grip with the blade facing backwards.

Rushing Takashi at full speed Asmoskon comes in strait forward. As the distance became only mere feet Asmoskon brought his left hand up by the right side of his face. Slashing across with his left arm attempting to make contact with the zanpakuto of Takashi and simply push it to the side. While this action with delivered Asmoskon simultaneously brought the knife held in his right hand upward. In the same method as an uppercut punch Asmoskon slashed upward with the blade of his knife. He did this however not wishing to injury Takashi too severely if he wasn't powerful enough and only aimed for his chest instead of his face.

[Takashi Kuchiki]

Takashi gave the same blank look as he looked towards Asmoskon. He decided in his mind he would call him Asmo, because it was a lot simpler for him. However, these weren't the things he should be thinking of right now. The man's hair blew in the wind as his gem like eyes stared towards the opposing man. There was something strange, it seemed the two, though fighting, had some bond. Takashi didn't show any emotion though, even though he felt compassion for the man.

With that, he noticed the strange blades that were formed were turned around. It was strange that he hadn't instead recoiled his hands. Takashi pegged this particular person as a long ranged fighter; given their accuracy. As the man charged Takashi, he didn't pay too much attention to him; or so it seemed. He looked towards the student as he pressed forward.

As he came closer, Takashi lowered his katana while he was rushing him. As Asmo's left hand raised to the right side of his face, Takashi began to drastically lower the sword. Instead of keeping it in place, he lowered the weapon downwards so the blade was now facing horizontally aimed right above the knee of Asmo. If the man continued to run, he would find himself getting severely cut as he ran against the sharp edge of the blade. The intent was to simply place the sharp edge of the blade against Asmo's left thigh. As he ran, he would inevitably slice himself as he paced forward. Takashi kept his cool and calm eyes focused on the man, not saying a word as he continued the fight.

As Asmo came closer, he pushed his hand forward towards Takashi's chest in an upper cut fashion to cut it; it seemed not too deep. In response to his, Takashi punched down diagonally as Asmo's hand was down and he was crouched. The punch was intended to hit the top of Asmo's fingers, where he was pushing up on the blade. The intent, was to stop him in motion. The blade however, would be rather close to Takashi's lower abdomen, ready to cut him but stopped shortly before. This was due to the slight speed difference between the two of them which was slight indeed but not insignificant.

From here, if this scenario continued to play out, Takashi would take the offensive. He would flip his sword in his right hand and grip it, so the blade would be facing completely upwards. Without hesitation, he raised his hand upwards as though he were pulling a lawn mower cord. The blades intent was to rush upwards and if actually hit, lob off Asmo's arm. However, Takashi would stop the hit as soon as he felt it connected; stopping his own motion or attempting to.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Watching Takashi lower his position Asmoskon knew he was taking up a defensive stance against his assault. See that Takashi had in fact altered the angel of his zanpakuto and now was utilizing it in an effective counter to Asmoskon's own movement. It would have been simply enough to just throw one of the knives aimed toward Takashi. However, Asmoskon wasn't in this duel to just win. If anything the reason for using his knives was to test his own limits with the skill that he had only recently acquired.

Seeing that the blade was faced toward him Asmoskon stopped dead in his tracks. Never even bothering to initiate the plan of strikes that he had planned. This battle might in fact be one that could push him past his limitations with knives. If that were true than Asmoskon was going to need to give Takashi everything he had in terms of skill and coordination. Asmoskon hated only one thing about fighting with a knife which just so happened that he had to get in very close to use them effectively. He needed some way of taking Takashi's attention away from his own blades if only for a moment.

The idea of utilizing his bow was obviously the first thing, but Asmoskon knew that he couldn't utilize both of his weapons at the same time. He needed to test his skills in close combat and this was the chance, but how was he going to get in close enough with Takashi at the ready with his zanpakuto. Asmoskon wasn't skilled enough at close combat yet to go on the offensive against a Shinigami who knew how to fight effective that much had been shown with Takashi's defensive stance. Asmoskon had very little knowledge of a weakness in the stance that wouldn't require him to throw one of his knives.

Instead Asmoskon began to circle around Takashi hunched over meeting the Shinigami eye to eye. Both of his knives were now held backwards. This would obviously allow Takashi to pick up that Asmoskon would plan to slash and most likely not stab with the blades. Asmoskon wanted to see how Takashi would handle being the one to go on the offensive. This was rather strange for Asmoskon, not once in his battles had he fought close up with his knives. However, it was a weakness that he swore to himself that he would eliminate.

[Takashi Kuchiki]

Takashi narrowed his eyes upon the man who seemed to stop mid dash as his sword was extended out. It seemed he had realized what was about to happen. He stared at him with his cold eyes, Takashi's eyes were unlike any of the Kuchiki. It was rumored that even the Soul King himself was envious of the eyes he had. As such, Takashi made sure to stare at his opponents, analyzing them and making sure his eyes would be engrained into their minds for all eternity.

He seems confident enough but he doesn't seem like this combat suits him. It is strange, he appears to be very skilled at long ranged combat, yet insists on using close range. I don't think this will work well for him in this situation. Perhaps a nudge in a certain direction will convince him to use his main skill; which honestly is what I am interested in.

It seemed momentarily that Asmoa was locked in thought. He appeared to debate something but soon after he would be making his move. With a swift decision, Asmo began to circle Takashi towards the left, Takashi stepped out to react quickly. Asmo was half way through passing him. Takashi noted the strange way he held out his blades to the sides and decided it would be a good time to counter this. Stepping in with his right foot, he turned himself counter clockwise.

With this, he swung his sheath with his left hand, intending to have it crashing back on Asmo's left shoulder. However, he wouldn't stop turning there, with his right hand he brought down his Katana, lower than his horizontal sheath. It stabbed down diagonally in a 45 degree angle towards Asmo's right thigh; the blade facing his legs. The intent was to stab Asmo in the right thigh or if he kept running, cut deep into his foot. As Takashi did this, he continued to speak.

"If I wished to fight at academy level Zanjutsu, I would have stayed there. I do not mean to offend you, but it seems as though this isn't entirely your strong suit. Please engage me in combat with your superior accuracy. I would very much like to be able to see you attack in this manner. I would also be very grateful if you would please show it to me". He said in a respectable way.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Takashi had been watching an analyzing his movements just as Asmoskon had done in all his previous battles and the short amount of movement that Takashi had done so far. The trick to using knives would be to rely on speed and precision the very same methods as archery. Asmoskon was halfway thinking through the plan of assault he would execute when Takashi began to move and speak simultaneously. While his voice seemed the same and spoke in a respectful manner Asmoskon felt as if the movement it self lacked the meaning. As Takashi brought his right leg forward Asmoskon knew an offensive movement was being made against him and leapt backwards off his right foot.

Takashi seemed tired of fighting at close range. Asmoskon could understand that his skills so far wouldn't be enough to handle a Shinigami and to keep Takashi waiting any further would be disrespectful to him. Asmoskon decided right after his feet left the ground that he was done holding back and would give this Shinigami what he asked for. Swinging is left arm upward in one swift motion Asmoskon throws the knife in his grasp. The blade spinning through the air as if it were a living creature seeking out Takashi itself. Asmoskon aimed for the blade to strike Takashi in the right shoulder just as he turned into position using his opponent's own movements against him.

Takashi had asked for Asmoskon to show him his accuracy and that was what he was doing. Just after his left hand released his knife and went above his head Asmoskon twisted his right wrist feigning the second knife. This knife wasn't spinning only moving forward with the blade strait heading for Takashi's right thigh. Asmoskon had chosen this target due to the fact that it had just been moved and a second movement would be more difficult. Now with both hands free Asmoskon's left hand materializes his bow above his hand while moving down vertically in front of his chest.

Right hand on the bowstring in a fraction of a moment before the knives even reached Takashi Asmoskon drew back channeling a reiatsu arrow. Not wishing to leave Takashi in agony or simply finish him off in that very moment Asmoskon aimed toward Takashi's left bicep. The dark red reiatsu came to life in only a moment and just like that the first arrow had been cast out fired toward Takashi. Drawing back the bowstring again Asmoskon repeats the same process that he had just completed however taking it much slower awaiting to see Takashi's result. In fact if this Shinigami succeeded in coming out of the triple assault that Asmoskon just unleashed he'd be the first opponent to do so.

Remaining Reiatsu: 965/1000 ~Reiatsu Arrow~

[Takashi Kuchiki]

The Shinigami, having stepped out with his right foot, looked towards the opposing man. It appeared the man had stopped. Takashi's crystal like eyes gazed at the man who seemed to have taken his words seriously. Immediately, Takashi bent his knees to get down. At his current angle, the first spinning knife would be able to graze by, cutting his cloth. However, there was the issue of the second knife that was headed for his right thigh.

To this, Takashi pushed of of his right foot, swinging both of his sheath and katana out towards the sides. Using the momentum, he hoped to push aside the knife that was coming towards him in a swiping motion; hopping forward in the process. The knife would be pushed slightly, but the subtle difference in speed would make Takashi's right thigh feel a small cut. It seemed however that the man wasn't done yet either, more was to come.

The fight quickly escalated, far beyond what Takashi thought would be possible. This man's skill in precision was far beyond what he had expected, but it excited him greatly. As his bow was recoiled and about to fire, Takashi had just hopped away from his previous location. However, he was not out of danger and was forced to do something that he despised.

Using his right foot, he quickly pushed off of it when he reached the ground, cutting the air. The movement would cause him to accelerate at ten times in speed in a diagonal fashion off the building. Takashi would now be a 45 degree away from Asmos. However, where he was, he was forced to push himself off of the building. Rapidly falling, he did something that he was taught by Lax. Pushing onto the air itself, he dipped slightly. Pushing off his lseft foot, he did sideways flip.

This flip would cause Takashi to once again stand upon the building. He was now, rather close to Asmo, only a few feet away from him in a 45 degree angle. It was almost as though Takashi had made a half diamond from his previous location with those maneuvers. He then continued his attack, pressing forward. Takashi had avoided the previous arrow but he had to be careful of the rest. Moving diagonally, he rusehed towards the man, as he got close however, he quickly stepped out diagonally to confuse him.

Landing upon his right foot, he twisted his body counter clockwise, bringing his katana in a horizontal slash towards the man's midsection. Takashi's eyes were looking forward towards the man. In his left hand, he had his sheath ready and pointed towards the sky, near his chest. The young shinigami could feel that this fight would be much more difficult than the rest he has previously had.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Watching had determined that it would be best to wait and survey the movements of Takashi. So for the moment with the second arrow already concentrated and ready to be released the Quincy analyzed Takashi’s every move. The first noticeable development Asmoskon had seen was that Takashi was able to avoid the main threat of both of his knives. The first only managing the slash through the cloth of his uniform while the second knife had managed to slash into Takashi’s thigh only slightly. Asmoskon had watched the Shinigami maneuver nimbly by utilizing the weight of his zanpakuto.

These were things that Asmoskon was making sure to mark down for the remainder of this battle. The fact that Takashi was able to fight nimbly meant that it was possible for him to dodge some of his arrows. Asmoskon watched as his arrow closed in on Takashi only to see the Shinigami leap off of the ground. Asmoskon was surprised to see the dramatic increase to Takashi’s speed once in the air and how he maneuvered off of the high school walls. Asmoskon made sure that he kept his eyes focused on Takashi yet alert with his peripheral sight to see if a trap had somehow been created.

Asmoskon had analyzed Takashi to understand that this Shinigami happened to rely on a method that would confuse opponents. Making had seen in his evasions that he tended to spin and twist his own body as if trying to fit through tight spaces. However, he had always realized that the direction that he took normally was in a diagonal fashion. Now as Takashi took the offensive Asmoskon felt he knew everything he would need to show this Shinigami what true precision meant. Asmoskon saw that Takashi was moving diagonally once again toward him.

At that moment when Takashi was barely more than a few feet away Asmoskon released his grasp. The arrow flew away like a bullet from a gun right toward where Takashi was moving in the same pathway of movement. Asmoskon knew however that at that moment Takashi was going to evade to the best of his abilities which meant it wouldn’t be good enough to prove what Takashi sought from Asmoskon. His right hand still in position next to his lips on the side of his face Asmoskon concentrated his reiatsu and took aim where he predicted Takashi would move too. Utilizing Versteckte Pfeil fires from his index finger a thin arrow of his dark red reiatsu heading right toward the spot Asmoskon predicted in hopes it would hit the mark of Takashi’s torso.

Remaining Reiatsu: 930/1000 ~Reiatsu Arrow~ ~Versteckte Pfeil~

[Takashi Kuchiki]

The crystal eyed Shinigami found comfort among the heat of battle, his senses were always calmer within it. As he approached diagonally, it seemed as though Asmos had kept his calm as well, his eyes showed he wasn't a stranger to combat. Takashi narrowed his own eyes as he looked towards Asmos who held his bow out towards him. It was a dangerous and confident stance, it seemed he was ready to fire at a drop of a pin.

However, Takashi could see the man's eyes were being more analytical. Each time he had looked down towards his footing to see where he had moved. As such, he would use this mentality to his advantage. It is how Asmos has fought up till now, it would surely be strange if it hadn't continued this path. It was also apparent that Asmos was looking to see where Takashi would move next. Again, the same logic as making sure to use his footing as a good indicator; and it seems that is how Asmos had reacted in the past.

Armed with this knowledge, Takashi would make his move just before he got in range to where Asmo had fired. Takashi looked left a second and a half before the arrow fired. He also twisted his right foot to the left, bending it to a 45 degree angle, indicating his direction of travel as diagonally to the left. Simultaneously, he began turning his body counter clockwise, it seemed all too apparent he was moving left. At that same moment as well, he swung his Katana from his right hand in the counter clockwise direction, seemingly to get more momentum.

However, at that very moment, the arrow was shot out at intense speeds towards Takashi's center. The arrow was racing out like a bullet aimed towards Takashi's center of mass. Fortunately, Takashi had turned ever so slightly and was still in motion of turning. The arrow pushed just under his heart, adding a great deal of momentum, at speeds equivalent to the arrows speed. The shot propelling Takashi in the clockwise direction at its speeds.

There was a method to Takashi's madness, however, one that would be rather tricky for Asmos. Instead of pushing out with his right foot, Takashi propelled himself forward with his left foot that he was spinning on; cutting the air as he did so. Takashi did this the second he felt the arrow pierce him and went on the offensive. With this, he was able to push forward at 10x his speed. Landing only inches away from Asmos, he was turning at speeds that were equivalent to the man's arrow shot.

Fortunately for Takashi, he had swung his sword earlier as well to gain momentum. Turning clockwise now was his sword that was out in a 45 degree angle, he swung it in a horizontal manner however. In addition, the momentum was conserved and his swing was aimed inches from Asmos left arm, the arm that was the 'spine' of his bow, or so to speak. The intent of this attack was basically to sever the man's bow shooting arm, Takashi was now serious as this opponent had taken him seriously.  Takashi pushed through the pain and would continue his assault, regardless that and of the arrow within his chest.

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{OOC}
So I'll sum up the post and tell you a few things while I'm at it lol.  The arrow is traveling at your speeds so Takashi should be logically spinning towards you at speeds equivalent to your arrow or 'your' speed, giving him a boast. Lastly, momentum is conserved during Shunpo, I got that confirmed by kyo, kento, and Z.

Anyway, the basic outline of the move was Takashi looked and began moving in the 'left direction;. He stepped out with his right in a 45 degree angle, he looked left, he began turning clockwise with his sword; all indication that he was going left. However, when the arrow shot out, he was using its momentum to twist his body in the clockwise fashion. He however, didn't shunpo off of his right, but his left staggered foot. With this, he was able to go forward while retaining the spinning motion . The attack is aimed to cleave your left arm in a 45 degree angle. Let me know if you have any questions!