Serpent with a Mark

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Thread Title: Serpent with a Mark
Participants: Zagram vs Asmoskon
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: The plateau of Mount Roraima-South America



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Special Conditions: N/A
Circumstances: Zegram is standing at the top of Mount Roraima when a Mercenary confronts him and leads to battle.

[Zegram]

Zegram walked around on the plateau of mount Roraima. He looked out at the veiw whistling to himself. He has done a little traveling from time to time, but he never have taken the time to visit South Africa. He couldn't fathom why humans would call a country a physical part of a continent, but to each their own he guessed. Whatever the names were didn't matter. What mattered was the beautiful view that he was able to enjoy. 

He liked to see places like this. It just makes him appreciate the human world for what it was. A world full of diversity. Not only in the landscapes, which is something that Huaco Mundo sorely  lacks. He sat down at the edge of the plateau and let the wind blow his shot green hair out of his face. His golden snake like eyes took in the sights like a black hole takes in light. He took a deep breath completly content. Though it was rather cool at this altitude, he was fine in his two piece suit.

Something different started to catch Zegram's attention. He couldn't pin point what exactly it was, but he knew that something was there. No, not something...someone. Zegram kept his zanpakuto across his lap for easy access whenever he would need it. He ran a finger over his mask fragment which spread from one side of his jaw to the other. It was the bottem part of a snakes mouth. The fangs traveled up to the corners of his mouth. Unless the person was right in front of him, he would seem completly relaxed like he didn't notice a thing.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Yet another mission that entailed dealing with an Arrancar. It seemed that the race of evolved hollows was a normal target for a mercenary to eradicate. Asmoskon had thought it over slightly though as well and came to the conclusion that he might receive a good portion of Arrancar targets due to him being a Quincy and not just a mercenary for hire. It was of course more interesting at least targeting out spiritual targets.

Asmoskon had over the last five months changed as a person and been doing nothing, but assignments back to back. While it may have been tiring at times it was rewarding due to the extreme amount of pay that someone such as himself would make for each success. At the beginning though it hadn't even been mostly spiritual targets. Asmoskon had been being hired to take out actual humans that held some type of power in their system.

He had been to dozens of different countries in the last few months and taken out more human then he would have ever even thought possible. Most were either mob members that held high authority and prosed so type of issue or problem for the government. The others were actually military leaders from various countries such as Captains and even a single general. The most interesting so far had been a job to take out a prisoner inside of a high security prison.

It had been the night prior that Asmoskon was in Rome after a long mission dealing with a Vanreich that just didn't seem to go down until after Asmoskon was nearly drained himself. It had been late at night when he received a call from an anonyms source about a new mission that he would need to leave for right then. Asmoskon honestly didn't have a problem with it he might have still felt tense, but most of his frustration had been released with the college student that currently spent in the hotel room.

Asmoskon had left right after the call was finished and he received a text on the location that they believed the Arrancar target would be at. Asmoskon had been on a plane for the last dozen hours mainly sleeping and putting together a plan against the Arrancar going on the minimum info he had received on it. It was hopefully going to be a promising battle that would allow Asmoskon to at least allow him to vent after a long flight.

Now he was here at the plateau of Mount Roraima in South America. It was definitely a different type of view and landscape yet that wasn't what he came to look over or take care of. He was here to defeat the Arrancar if not kill it outright and that was what he was going to do. The form of a male in the distance with green hair sat at the edge of the mountain. "Zegram I'm here to rid you of your existence." Asmoskon was wearing his black over coat with the black sleeveless shirt and black torn jean pants. The only things that might catch the Arrancar's attention was his short black bow in his left hand and the black eye patch that covered his right eye.

[Zegram]

Zegram head the man's approached and was already aware of him before he had started to speech. He was kind of getting tired of all these over zealous individuals wanting to kill him for merely existing. What did he do wrong this time? Sit on the wrong part of the mountain? He sighed as he turned to regard the person that threatened his life. He didn't look very impressive or very interesting either. He caught sight of the bow easily which was the only thing that intrigued him. He hadn't fought a Quincy in a very long time.

Zegram turned back to the landscape finding it much more enjoyable to look at the the man behind him. He stretched slightly popping his neck and rolling his shoulders. "No thanks, I don't feel like fighting today. I would rather just enjoy the view." He leaned back on his hands keeping his arms tensed. He doubted that the Quincy would just go away and leave him alone. People were always too persistent for a fight. 

What would be the point in fighting him anyway? There were no beautiful women watching them to impress. He had no personal vendetta against the Quincy. From Zegram's point of view it would have been a wast of energy on both of their parts. "Why don't you join me instead. The scenery here is lovely." He patted the stone beside him with his right had still not looking at the Quincy. He wondered what the Quincy's reaction to his idleness would be.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon could tell by the body language as well as the actual words that this Arrancar spoke that he wasn't one of the normal individuals of his race and didn't prefer combat. At least from the reaction that he gave it seemed that this Arrancar was one that cared more about little things then actually partaking in a life and death situation that would start with his attention or not. "Well looks like another easy kill. At least Watch Tower will have something else ready after." Asmoskon thought over how his normal assignment handler would react to him caller her so swiftly.

As the Arrancar patted the ground beside him and spoke of Asmoskon actually taking a seat next to him the Quincy grew bored and felt that the death should just be swift since the Arrancar held no purpose other then monetary gain at this point. The short bow in his left hand was raised and positioned in a horizontal manner as his right hand pulled back the bowstring and a crimson arrow was manifested in less then a moment. In that following instant the arrow was fired off as the fingers free the string from a prison.

Asmoskon fired off the first arrow three feet back from the edge of the plateau which caused the ground to actually crack in a half circle around the Arrancar. If the man didn't move off of the ledge he would fall off just as the section of the mountain. Asmoskon didn't believe that money would be earned though by an Arrancar simply falling to the ground so he had already manifested a second arrow and held it in the same manner as the first. He awaited the reaction of the Arrancar then would fire off the arrow so that it would clash with it at the torso.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1330/1350 ~2 Arrows {Class7}~

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Strength - 53 Points-40%= 32 Points
Speed - 300 Points
Spiritual Pressure - 135 Points
Reiatsu Strength - 280 Points+75%= 490 Points
Light Aura - 80 Points
Dark Aura - 20 Points
Instinct - 100 Points
Senses - 70 Points
Energy sensory - 30 Points
Healing Expertise - 10 Points


•[Analyzing] [1]
•[Weapons: Archery] [2]
•[Weapons: Axes] [1]
•[Acrobatics] [2]
•[Battle Analysis] [2]
•[Battle Focus] [2]
•[Focused Eye] [2]
•[Charisma/Leadership] [2]

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Item Name: Arrow Augmenter

Item Type: Quincy Bracelet

Item Description:
This small, black bracelet is typically worn around the wrist one of the user’s hands, the one they use to draw back a bowstring. Although technically it can be used by any race, this item is mostly useful for Quincies, as it allows them to fire individual arrows at a significantly heightened speed. For 75 Reitsu, the Quincy can increase the speed of one arrow they fire this post by a flat 200. This ability can be used a maximum of three times per post, and cannot be used on the same arrow. However, the true power of this item comes with Quincies who know a Movement tech. For the cost of the technique, and an additional 150 reitsu in addition to that, they can increase the speed of one arrow per post by a third of the Movement tech’s speed increase.

Price: 10,000 Ryo

Donatedtoshop?(Yes or No?): No

[Zegram]

Zegram sighed as the Quincy started his attack. He felt it instinctively that he was pulling the string back on his bow and firing. In a single fluid motion, Zegram got up onto his feet into a squatting position turning his head to face the Quincy. Then as the arrow was flying at him, Zegram jumped to the side rolling a bit to be clear of the radius of the blast the arrow would make upon hitting the stone. If Zegram had stayed where he was, then he would definatly have fallen off.

Zegram drew his sword pointing it at the Quincy He darted in in a zig zagging pattern to keep the Quincy from getting a quick lock on him. Once he was within range, Zegram would slash at the Quincy from his right hip to his left shoulder. He would then fallow up with a vertical downward slash to try and end the fight quickly, and to be sure of that, he would add in one more attack. After the downward stike, he would try to bring his sword back up in a vertical slash again only this time coming up.

Zegram felt that staying close and using his speed to his advantage was paramount to winning this fight. If he stayed in close then the Quincy shouldn't have time to draw his bow. He knew Quincys were primary long range fighters, but that was about the extent of his knowledge about them. he really needed to find out more about them if they are going to be an increasingly persistent problem to him. Infact he still needed additional sources on many of the organizations making their moves.

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{Spoiler - Stats and Abilities}
Strength - 50 Points

Speed - 260 + 50% = 390 Points

Spiritual Pressure - 250 Points

Reiatsu Strength - 200 - 30% = 140 Points

Light Aura - 25 Points

Dark Aura - 75 Points

Instinct - 100 Points

Senses - 100 Points

Energy sensory - 0 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points


Abilities
Battle Analysis 2


Swords 2


Strength of Will 2


Analysis 2


Stealth 2


Anti-Stealth 2

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Well it seemed that this Arrancar although not willing to fight against Asmoskon immediately for the sack of his life it didn’t seem that he was so passive that he was willing to throw away his life by just letting himself fall off the edge of the mountain. That first arrow had hit the perfect mark and caused the strings to fall just the way that he had planned yet the Arrancar had been swift on his feet and avoided falling.

The second arrow that Asmoskon had fired right away and aimed specifically for it to strike the Arrancar’s torso had actually missed the target. It seemed that the Arrancar possessed far more talent in the field of speed then Asmoskon would have anticipated of someone so passive. Nether the less Asmoskon could see that this Arrancar had been pushed to the point that it understood Asmoskon wasn’t here to be toyed with or persuaded into being a friend.

This Arrancar was charging him now yet constantly using a zigzag like movement pattern that Asmoskon picked up on right after the first interval. It was obvious that this Arrancar thought moving in such a manner would prevent him from being shot by an arrow yet that was so far from the truth. Right as the Arrancar would reach Asmoskon and begin to bring his zanpakuto in the path that would trace the scar beneath his shirt Asmoskon vanished.

He had pushed off the ground and used a less extreme step technique to increase his speed and evade the swing of the Arrancar. However, now he was five feet from the Arrancar who would still be in less then mid swing. A crimson arrow would appear just as Asmoskon’s body did in front of the Arrancar. That arrow though was aimed for the right side of the Arrancar’s chest and Asmoskon was willing to bet the Arrancar would have to resort to something special if not impossible feat due to the speed this arrow traveled at.

This arrow would definitely take the Arrancar by surprise due to the fact it wouldn’t even appear to his senses until it was already traveling towards him. That along with the fact that it was moving nearly at double the speed of the previously fired arrow would cause confusion to nearly any foe. Asmoskon had resorted to finishing off such a passive target swiftly and in doing so had utilized the bracelet on his right wrist to increase the speed of the arrow he had fired.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1220/1350 ~1 Arrow {Class 7}~ ~ 1 Movement~ ~Arrow Bracelet~

[Zegram]

By the time that Zegram had realized what was going on it was too late. He felt the air pierce his Heirro and his body blowing a whole in his chest. He cried out in pain planting the blade of his sword into the ground trying to remain on his feet. This was the second time he had underestimated an opponent. This was becoming to be a very bad habit. He coughed up a bit of blood from his mouth and spat it out onto the stone by his feet. The pain was excruciating. There was no way he could fight like this.

He knew that he could not win this fight even in his release form. He would not be able to withstand such an attack from the Quincy for a second time. He hated to lose, but he had to think of it as learning a very valuable lesson. Never attack a Quincy head on. No matter how fast he was, it would not make up for his incredible reitsu power, this one must really know his stuff to have been able to deal such a blow to Zegram right from the start. He cringed as he looked up at the Quincy with a pained smile on his face.

"I must say, that was a very good show. You are definatly one to keep an eye on, but for today, I must bid you farewell. I will not allow myself to die here today." He ran as fast as he could using Sonido twice to get to the edge of the mountain and leap into the forest below. Once he was below the tree line. He would hide his reitsu and stealthily make his way away from the mountain. He would need to find a safe place to summon a mount to take him back to Huaco Mundo.

Lucky for him, the wound may look bad, but it looked worse than it did. He had no choice but to concede this contest early. He will need to train harder if he wanted to stand a chance against that Quincy, and be able to fight him again. He smiled taking off his fedora in respect to the Quincy victor, though he would not be able to see the gentlemanly gesture, he hoped that he did not hold it against him that he fled like a coward, but sometimes cowards lived to fight again.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

This Arrancar had no clue the talents that an archer truly possessed when trained properly and had paid for the lack of understanding. Asmoskon watched as the blood sprayed from the wound that his crimson arrow had inflicted upon the evolved hollow. It was clear that if this Arrancar possessed the defensive skin that had caused him problems in the past that it was, but mere paper and had proven useless against him. The hole in the Arrancar's chest was a sign that Asmoskon would not fail in this mission or any ever again.

This Arrancar was weak which was the reason for how passive it was Asmoskon assumed. It required the use of its zanpakuto to even stay on its feet now. "Why in the hell did anyone even waste their money on having me take you out." Asmoskon looked down at the Arrancar in every single way imaginable. In that instant though the Arrancar looked up and smiled and then spoke his words. Asmoskon listened until the Arrancar spoke about escape and immediately released an arrow for the face only to have it strike the ground behind where the Arrancar had been.

Asmoskon saw dust move up from the ground and rushed over to the edge of the mountain. He looked down and saw the Arrancar falling downwards in hopes of escape. Asmoskon taking careful aim released a single arrow down towards the Arrancar. In the sight of this Quincy though that Arrancar was already done and gone. Asmoskon's black bow vanished and he turned and began his way back down to the airport.

Taking the cellphone from his coat pocket Asmoskon dialed the number for the water tower. After a few rings a feminine voice answered with his name. "It's done have the funds transferred and let the source know. Get me a plane now I won't stay in this waste of space any longer then I have too. By the time I reach the city I'll call again and you better have another assignment ready." Asmoskon didn't even wait to here what the female had to say for he ended the call immediately after what he had to say and began walking down the mountain.

[Katekarin Mekatoku]

130 TP to Zef

180 + 100 = 280 for winning to Asmo.