Post by ✠Asmoskon Masurao✠ on Sept 12, 2014 14:58:34 GMT -5
Asmoskon was quite shocked when the blood of Takashi sprayed outward from his arrow. Asmoskon had been expecting the Shinigami to utilize shunpo like nearly every other Shinigami that he had encountered thus far. It wasn’t like Takashi didn’t have knowledge of the Shinigami stepping technique. Asmoskon had just seen him use it not only a minute earlier so why didn’t he dodge the arrow. Then everything became transparent to Asmoskon at the sound of Takashi’s left foot shifting on the soft ground of the courtyard.
One moment Takashi was spinning at high speeds that Asmoskon wouldn’t have imagined the Shinigami could possess and the next he was gone. Asmoskon’s eyes widened in surprise as his pupils became one third the normal size he knew what was coming, but from where exactly. He had to make sure he minimized whatever damage Takashi planned to inflict as much as possible. He wasn’t in front of Asmoskon any longer that left four pathways of assault open. Ducking downward instinctively without the thought even entering his mind Asmoskon tightens his grip on his bow. “Smite the Enem . . . ughhhh”
Takashi’s attack had made contact just not in the way that the Shinigami had planned. Asmoskon had only managed to react in time to duck and start some method of defense before the blade of Takashi’s zanpakuto clashed with the pitch black metal of Asmoskon’s bow. Asmoskon neither had the strength to fight off Takashi’s strike nor the time to think of such an action. The force that Takashi had inflicted upon Asmoskon’s bow was enough not to damage the bow itself yet send Asmoskon flying meters away. His body was sent flying through the air to the right of where he had been Asmoskon’s body smashed against the ground over and over again until finally after reaching about fifty meters away it stopped hidden from view by the dust of the ground that had risen.
Asmoskon felt every nerve of his body fight his mind at the thought of trying to rise up. That one blow had inflicted so much damage upon his body that Asmoskon wasn’t completely sure if he could stand completely. Laying on his chest in a cloud of dust Asmoskon struggles to move his right hand up from his side placing it on the ground and beginning to rise. Then followed the savage coughing that only continued and was followed by the blood on the ground in front of him and down his chin. Asmoskon had suffered dreadfully from Takashi’s attack that much was sure and Asmoskon was actually surprised and joyful to find a Shinigami that could wound him in such a way.
Standing once again however hunched over a good deal from the protests of his body Asmoskon stares toward Takashi with a grin on his face as the dust seems to disappear. His left arm limp at his side with no movement whatsoever was a clear sign that it had been broken in at least one spot from that attack. Asmoskon was able to fire off another arrow from his right hand this time when he saw that Takashi was bleeding rather heavily. “Well Takashi I have to admit I’m impressed at your methods. Why don’t we call this match even before one of us ends up dead and we don’t get the chance to challenge one another again” Asmoskon didn’t actually speak as if he was asking a question nor Takashi’s opinion, but more like it was a statement that should be done and not ignored.
One moment Takashi was spinning at high speeds that Asmoskon wouldn’t have imagined the Shinigami could possess and the next he was gone. Asmoskon’s eyes widened in surprise as his pupils became one third the normal size he knew what was coming, but from where exactly. He had to make sure he minimized whatever damage Takashi planned to inflict as much as possible. He wasn’t in front of Asmoskon any longer that left four pathways of assault open. Ducking downward instinctively without the thought even entering his mind Asmoskon tightens his grip on his bow. “Smite the Enem . . . ughhhh”
Takashi’s attack had made contact just not in the way that the Shinigami had planned. Asmoskon had only managed to react in time to duck and start some method of defense before the blade of Takashi’s zanpakuto clashed with the pitch black metal of Asmoskon’s bow. Asmoskon neither had the strength to fight off Takashi’s strike nor the time to think of such an action. The force that Takashi had inflicted upon Asmoskon’s bow was enough not to damage the bow itself yet send Asmoskon flying meters away. His body was sent flying through the air to the right of where he had been Asmoskon’s body smashed against the ground over and over again until finally after reaching about fifty meters away it stopped hidden from view by the dust of the ground that had risen.
Asmoskon felt every nerve of his body fight his mind at the thought of trying to rise up. That one blow had inflicted so much damage upon his body that Asmoskon wasn’t completely sure if he could stand completely. Laying on his chest in a cloud of dust Asmoskon struggles to move his right hand up from his side placing it on the ground and beginning to rise. Then followed the savage coughing that only continued and was followed by the blood on the ground in front of him and down his chin. Asmoskon had suffered dreadfully from Takashi’s attack that much was sure and Asmoskon was actually surprised and joyful to find a Shinigami that could wound him in such a way.
Standing once again however hunched over a good deal from the protests of his body Asmoskon stares toward Takashi with a grin on his face as the dust seems to disappear. His left arm limp at his side with no movement whatsoever was a clear sign that it had been broken in at least one spot from that attack. Asmoskon was able to fire off another arrow from his right hand this time when he saw that Takashi was bleeding rather heavily. “Well Takashi I have to admit I’m impressed at your methods. Why don’t we call this match even before one of us ends up dead and we don’t get the chance to challenge one another again” Asmoskon didn’t actually speak as if he was asking a question nor Takashi’s opinion, but more like it was a statement that should be done and not ignored.
