A Clash Between The Color Black

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Thread Title: A Clash Between The Color Black
Participants: Yoko Kusanagi vs Asmoskon Masurao
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: A very pristine hotel in England. The Hotel has over one hundred floors with three different stair cases rooms that reach every floor. There are four elevators on every floor spread out to one of each side and two in the back. The three doors to the rooms with the stairs are all near the locations of the elevators.

The main lobby is one large room with everything in sight. In the middle is the desk to sign in and all around the lobby are leather seats and TV's. After the lobby though every single room looks like a copy of the last. Each has a fifty foot hall way which branches off at the end into three more hallways connecting into a square. The only other thing is the rooftop which can only be reached by the stair cases. This rooftop well it's a roof top. However it does spend the entire size of the building making in incredible wide and long giving a large amount of same to use freely.

Special Conditions: N/A
Circumstances: Yoko is at the hotel for the night as if everything is fine. Unknown to her a Quincy who works as a Mercenary in his free time as taken on the job of eliminating her. Who will win this conflict?

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There was a quite a bit of travel involved when working with Uzaki Enterprises. This week, a group of security officers, headed up by their chief, was inspecting the security preparations at various facilities throughout England. This Chief of Security was none other than Yoko Kusanagi, a fullbringer and expert combatant. Her seniority meant she had a room to herself at the hotel they were staying at. It had been a tedious several days with more checklists than she could count. The fullbringer was unwinding in her suite, having just finished up a shower. She hadn’t even finished getting dressed yet. Her undergarments were on, as was her Haro necklace, but it was just that and a towel.

Were anyone to get a look at her like that, they’d see a powerful frame, but not one free of blemishes. She was a small thing, but clearly strong. Each one of her muscles was well defined and clearly visible, but she wasn’t so skinny that you could see her ribs or anything like that. Her skin was in fairly good shape, but there were telltale signs of a trainer fighter if you knew where to look. Rougher hands than usual, a bruise here or there from training, that kind of stuff. Most noteworthy though was her left arm. Starting at the shoulder, the entire thing was a cyborg-like limb. Made of a spiritual metal, this arm had been grafted on her after she lost her last one in a fight.

Even though she traveled down a fairly rocky road, she was at peace with herself. After her shower, Yoko had taken time to meditate. She reflected on all she had been through recently. There were numerous security upgrades she needed to recommend for each of the locations she had visited. Each recommendation was one she considered carefully, but all of that was simple enough for her that it didn’t take much time to sort instead. The majority of her meditation was spent reflecting on her own experiences. As of late, she’d been roped into far more fights than she should have been. Perhaps she needed to re-evaluate her choices, unless she wanted to deal with the consequences of her actions. She’d probably made quite a few enemies lately, but that was life.

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{Stats and Skills}
Strength - [400(800)] Points

Speed - [200(300)] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [350(175)] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [100(50)] Points

Light Aura - [40] Points

Dark Aura - [60] Points

Instinct - [165] Points

Senses [185] Points

Energy sensory - [0] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [1400]

• [Martial Art: Kunlun] {3}
  
  
• [Weapon: Sword {3}
  
  
• [Pain Tolerance] {2}
  
  
• [Battle Analysis] {2}
  
  
• [Calm Mind] {2}
  
  
• [Anti-Stealth] {3}
  
  
• [Weapon:Guns] {1}
  

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Everything was growing far more difficult that much was easy and apparent to Asmoskon now. The young Quincy who normally looked incredibly confident and stern was left battered and obviously exhausted. He was walking on the side walk in England and it seemed that everyone who he past stayed away and whispered things about his eye patch and how he looked drunk beyond belief. He wasn’t drunk Asmoskon hardly ever drank the problem was that the girl who betrayed him was no longer vanishing and reappearing, but instead simply haunting him without pause.

Limping from the side closest to the road Asmoskon slams against the side of a brick building his right shoulder getting slammed hard yet no pain actually felt by him. He then proceeds to slowly slide down the side of the building and turn slightly so that his back is against the building and his legs are out taking up the majority of the side walk width. “You finally going to just lay down and die loser?” Asmoskon’s exhausted bleak left eye lifted up and starred at the sight of Hotaru looking down at him as she stood right in front of him with the smile of a demon.

Asmoskon had been doing everything he could to fight off the constant onslaught of his former lovers taunting. Telling himself that she can’t possibly be real and that everything about her was a lie that she wasn’t worth allowing into his mind any longer. All of that had been met with some type of counter by Hotaru though and she would not leave him be instead she was inflicting more sever pain upon his soul. It was at an edge now and it wouldn’t be long until the sanity of the young man was gone for good.

He had almost no time to do anything anymore which only left him in further despair. All of his time was taken up by trying to deal with Hotaru. He hadn’t even been able to continue training Nonna for the last few weeks instead just telling her to follow orders from the others of Xcution for the time being. He hadn’t told her anything about what was going on with him for it would be revealing the fact that he was broken once again and this time there was no way he could find a way to climb out of the pit.

He had been crying one night when all of the emotions drowned him for hours. It was in the middle of the night and Hotaru had just kept insulting him for hours without pause just continuing to explain how he wasn’t worth her time and that she would have cheated on him longer and with others if she hadn’t been so put off by even seeing him. That was the night that she had told him something that was now a constant in his mind. He had screamed that she wasn’t real that he had grown stronger and she didn’t matter anymore that the real her was a whore who worked alongside the Vandenreich.

When he had said that Hotaru simply grinned and told him that he hadn’t moved on from anything at all. He was in fact still standing in the park in the middle of the day. That he was still trapped inside of his own mind that he was trapped and living inside a world that he mind had created to protect him from the nightmare that had been revealed. He had not changed in that moment when he fell into darkness. He had not overcome the sensation that his heart was being crushed and his limbs ripped from the sockets. No he had been a coward who ran to a corner in an attempt to hide from the truth of dealing with such a thing.

She spoke that she was the real Hotaru the one that still stood in front of him in the park. Going on about how much more of a man the Quincy known as Vannan truly was when compared to himself. How he had taken her from him right under his nose and she was thrilled when all of it happened. She went on about how every time that they had spoken over the phone she had been with him simply laughing on the other side playing with him and gaining information for the Vandenreich. Everything had become a nightmare and he could find no way to awake from it.

That was when Asmoskon’s attention was pulled from the abyss by the ringing of his phone. Not even thinking about looking up to see if Hotaru was still standing over him the young man answered the phone. “What is it?” “You’ve got another assignment Asmoskon. I won’t continue to do this if you keep turning them away. It’s in England just like you and only a few blocks away now get going or find someone else to do all your transactions.” Just like that the female voice on the other side ended the call and it seemed that even his partner in being a Mercenary was getting tired of dealing with him.

Struggling to actually get to his feet Asmoskon received the location of the target and the small description of who she was and what she looked like. “Might as well go down fighting.” Asmoskon began to walk through the streets once again towards the hotel that the target was staying at. “That’s right Asmo you can’t win so what makes you think you can continue to endure my beauty. You don’t even deserve it so you should be thankful that I’m wasting my time on you yet again.” Asmoskon continued to struggle now more with keeping himself from breaking down emotionally further then walking.

It took about ten full minutes for Asmoskon to reach the hotel and get inside into the lobby. As he walked into it he saw a few people and they all immediately looked at him and gave sneering looks of disapproval. He was filthy his attire covers in grim and dirt from laying on the ground and the lack of drive to even do anything about it. The incredible dark circle under his left eye was just as noticeable as the eye patch he wore. “Fucking druggies need to just stay on the street.” Asmoskon’s attention was grabbed for a moment by a man that walked by him saying such a thing that obviously was aimed at Asmoskon.

The man walked by him and Asmoskon in a moment of rage grabbed the man by his left shoulder and pulled yet then stopped in shock and sorrow. Hotaru was right there her arms wrapped around the right arm of the man that was now starring angrily at him. “Touch me again and I’ll have you thrown into jail not on the street.” Asmoskon simply stared at Hotaru as she grinned and then as the man walked away she did with him giggling. “She can’t be real . . can’t be real . . can’t be . . real.”

Exiting the elevator Asmoskon walked the hallway everything around him so dark when in reality the hallway was bright and alight with color. He felt like right now he couldn’t fight anymore that Hotaru was going to haunt him for eternity and he wasn’t truly destined to bring down the Vandenreich. That he was a fool who only was destined for sorrow and darkness. He had failed and now there was only one way to end things. This target might be able to save him . . to kill him it seemed like the only way to make the pain stop.

Stopping outside the hotel room of the target Asmoskon thought for a moment his vision was horrible everything was blurred and swaying from side to side even the door in front of him. He thought over what few things he actually still had in this life. Nonna his apprentice who held such potential and strength someone that could truly make a difference for the world of the living, he would be sad to leave her behind yet even that wouldn’t keep him from ending this pain. The topic spoken with Anarchy was the only other thing that Asmoskon could think of and it seemed that he wouldn’t be able to take up the offer of that Bount.

Asmoskon had only read the name of the target, the hotel that they were currently staying at, and the room that was assigned to them. He had overlooked one thing in his sorrow that now caused something to break further. He opened up the doorway and right there before him was a female with blonde hair. He had started to believe that not all women were beyond hope since meeting Nonna yet then there was a sound and Asmoskon looked over to the bed. There he saw Hotaru moaning with the man from the lobby.

It was no longer then a fraction of a second yet that visual was now burned into his mind and his emotions ruled over his logic. His hands moved down to his waist and pulled from his belt the two plasma swords that ignited in crimson power. This target was female and as such she held no loyalty, she had no honor, she was just a whore like every other one. “I’m here to end you Yoko Kusanagi.” Asmoskon’s voice was bleak and hollow even with the rage that flowed through it right now he was beyond his emotional stability and despair had taken over him entirely.

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Strength ❖ 50-40%=30
Speed ❖ 300
Spiritual Pressure ❖ 100
Reiatsu Strength ❖ 300+75%=525
Light Aura ❖ 80
Dark Aura ❖ 20
Instinct ❖ 200
Senses ❖ 150
Energy sensory ❖ 0
Healing Expertise ❖ 0

•[Weapons: Archery] [2]
•[Weapons: Swords] [2]
•[Acrobatics] [2]
•[Battle Analysis] [2]
•[Battle Focus] [2]
•[Focused Eye] [2]
•[Sex] [2]

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Music – Ether Saga Online OST – Kunlun

Meditation was a time for Yoko to relax. It was a time when none should disturb her, for her mind was elsewhere. On that night, she reminisced about her time before she joined Uzaki Enterprises. There were plenty of bad days back then, but she had chosen to reminisce about the year she spent with the Kunlun monks. She had come to them broken physically and mentally. At 18, she had enlisted to put her talents to work, and go defend those who couldn’t defend themselves. She spent the two years after that in the Middle East, fighting against various extremist groups. Those battles took their toll on her, and she eventually found herself amidst the Kunlun Mountains, where she met those monks who saved her.

Monks were strange people by ordinary standards. Thankfully, Yoko had needed something strange back then. Disturbing as it was… war had become normal for her back then. She was used to seeing people dying on a daily basis. Life at the monastery was completely different. The monks spent their days meditating, reading, and honing their bodies. They were all vegetarians, though they never did convince Yoko to completely give up meat. Instead, she’d come to take a more Native American view to animals. She always strove to use as much of the animal as was possible, and paid her respects to a creature upon its death. If she could stand tofu, she might’ve been able to give them up. Squishy white blobs of gunk didn’t rate very high on her list though.

Learning was an everyday experience back then. She had been taught to abandon her old view of the world. Much of what she knew, including how to fight, was cast aside in the early weeks of her time in Kunlun. At first, she had little to do beyond familiarizing herself with how to live amongst the monks. There were ceremonies and rituals that needed to be adhered to. Even if they weren’t Yoko’s cup of tea, she did owe the monks her life. Because of that, she did her utmost to live up to their standards. This did not go unnoticed. Eventually, the monks felt it was safe to teach Yoko the ways of Kunlun.

Few know of Kunlun, but those who do know it is far more than a martial art. No, it’s not just a cliché metaphor about a way of life either. Kunlun is a way of overcoming problems. That was the first thing that the monks had taught her about it. For days on end, they did almost nothing but breathe. Boredom was the first problem that she had to overcome. This most basic form of meditation was practiced until the Fullbringer was able to sit still for hours at a time. Having conquered boredom, she moved on to more difficult problems. Ignorance was next on the list, and was tackled through acceptance. Even the masters of Kunlun did not believe themselves wise. They were like Buddhists in that they believed ignorance was a serious problem, but they did not believe in obtaining enlightenment. Rather, they taught Yoko to never stop seeking new knowledge, so that she might continue to grow for all time.

Several more principles were taught before they eventually reached the one that Yoko had been waiting for. Kunlun did indeed recognize the problem of evil in the world. Further, it recognized that not all evil could be defeated with words alone. The monks had developed a style of martial arts all their own, but similarities were visible when the monks sparred with outsiders. It was probably closest to Northern Shaolin Kung Fu, with a bit of Huang Gar and gymnastics thrown in. The style was holistic, neglecting no part of the body in its training. Yoko was a quick study thanks to her previous training. Sadly, just when her wandering mind brought her back to those memories, an irritating noise interrupted her concentration.

Stop music here.

Of course that noise was the sound of her door having been forced open. Note to self: recommend metal doors and deadbolts everywhere. The Chief of Security was aware of the threat. She chose not to react, because she also noticed the smell. Whoever had burst in smelled like a homeless bum. They reeked much the same as any beggar who lived on the streets. There was a distinct mix of body odor, dirt, and rubbish. It was unlikely that anyone like that was a threat to the Fullbringer. Besides, her main Fullbring was on the dresser only a few feet away. She was in no danger within this room. The only change she decided to make was to remove the towel that was draped over her shoulders. That had a chance to get annoying if she needed to go escort a hobo out of her room.

Speaking of the room, it wasn’t anything very special. The layout vaguely resembled a cooking pot when viewed from above. A hallway a dozen feet long led past the bathroom, and over to a single queen sized bed. There were a few feet of space between the bed and the walls on either side. On the wall across from the bed were a low dresser and a flatscreen TV was mounted to the wall above it. Sure, this place was no Ritz Carlton, but it had all the basics that someone generally needed. Sadly, Yoko would probably need to change rooms after this. That smell wasn’t going to come out easily, and her nose was sharp enough to be extremely annoyed with it.

After a moment, the man meandered into the room. Ignoring the pungent aroma, he was actually a fairly decent specimen. Probably a touch over six feet tall, and he was fairly muscular looking. Parts of a scar poked out from his shirt, and he was covered in tattoos. Hell, this guy even had an eyepatch. If he was actually homeless, maybe he was some kind of war veteran. Yoko imagined him as having taken a frag grenade at a range just far enough to mess up his chest and take his eye without killing him. She had no clue what actually caused any of his appearance to be the way it was, but that was her headcannon. Perhaps time would tell what his story was.

Didn’t take long for Yoko to cue in on why he was here. He’d broken down the door and had pulled out a pair of beam sabers. There was not going to be any time for stories. He was an assassin. A boring, stinky, assassin. As if the Chief of Security needed any more confirmation, he blurted out a standard assassin greeting. “I’m here to end you Yoko Kusanagi.” Lately, with all the attempts on Kazura’s life, and the few on her own, she’d been getting rather bored of going through the same dialogue over and over. She’d picked up a habit from watching too much Dragonball Z Abridged: counting the number of times she’d heard someone use a given line.

The fullbringer rolled her eyes and let out a sigh as she stood up from the bed. [smear:0000ff]”Seven. And I only started counting a month ago.”[/smear:00ffff:1] She really wasn’t in the mood to deal with this, but she didn’t really have a choice in the matter. There was a, probably crazy, assassin in her room, with a pair of beam sabers. That’s not the kind of thing she could ignore, no matter how much she wanted to. Instead, she had to settle for the next best alternative. She was just going to end this interruption as fast as possible. That meant no mercy. Whoever this guy was, he had to deal with a rather pissed off woman.

[smear:0000ff]”If you’re trying to be intimidating, you should really try deodorant first. I’ll save you the lecture though. You seem to know who I am, but let me remind you how much of a mistake this is.”[/smear:00ffff:1] As she spoke, golden reiatsu began to swirl in the air around her. It quickly filled the air, and after few seconds, it collapsed on her body. This golden cocoon engulfed her completely. Only then did it emit a single white pulse and take its true form. Before the assassin stood not just some random woman, but a human-sized white robot. Its left hand held the Master Sword, and its right hand held Caliburn. A red shield was thrown on its back, and a handgun was visible on its right hip.

[smear:0000ff]”I am Gundam. Aegis.”[/smear:00ffff:1]

Reiatsu: 1650/1750
-500 for Fullbring level 2 Release
+400 from GN Drive

Fullbring Level 2: 1/13 posts

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{Weapons}

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{Pistol}Name: Beretta 92FS
Appearance: Link
Slots Required: 1 Sub Slot
Effective Range: 50 meters
Power: 600
Speed: 600
Ammo Capacity: 10
Special Traits: Can be equipped with a suppressor for 50 additional reiatsu.
Alternate Fire: None.
Spawn Cost: 100
Drawback: Low range, low power, low speed, and only a moderate ammo capacity. This is just a basic sidearm. The only reason to use it is for the low cost, or if you need a suppressed weapon.

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{Swords}Name: Physical Sword
Appearance: Varies. Any sword she's seen can be replicated in terms of form. Caliburn and Master Sword
Slots Required: 1 Main Slot if length of the blade is >10 inches. Shorter blades use 1 Sub slot.
Effective Range: Melee.
Power: Based on wielder's stats.
Speed: Based on wielder's stats.
Ammo Capacity: N/A
Special Traits: Spiritual Steel Durability. Edges can be made blunt when swords are formed.
Alternate Fire: N/A
Spawn Cost: 50
Drawback: It's not a gun, and it doesn’t do anything beyond cut people.

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{Shield}Name: MMI-RG59V Mobile Shield
Appearance: Link
Slots Required: 1 Sub
Effective Range: N/A
Power: Based on wielder's stats.
Speed: Based on wielder's stats.
Ammo Capacity: N/A
Special Traits: Can freely convert between a buckler-sized shield for storage or skirmishing and a tower-shield for full-on tanking. Additionally, the shield can be forearm-mounted so that a hand is not needed, and orientation can be changed on the fly between parallel to the arm, perpendicular to the arm, or any point in between. Durability is that of spiritual steel, requiring an attack stat of twice Yoko’s reiatsu strength to destroy it completely or cut straight through it, but it can be damaged by any attacks with simple superiority.
Alternate Fire: N/A
Spawn Cost: 100
Drawback: High cost for no offense.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Why had everything gone so wrong? That was one of the major questions that just seemed to haunt his mind for the entirety of his life. Asmoskon for the first few years of his life had lived much like a normal boy. Well as normal as he could have been when living in a manor due to his families status and wealth. He had been a happy boy up to the age of four having nothing to do, but run around outside and through the halls of his home. Constantly being watched after and loving his family was just his life and everything he knew.

The first thing that began to change was small though when Asmoskon was told at the age of five that he was a very special child. His dad told him how everyone in their family were master archers and the best in the world. Such delight at the notion was the first seed to drive Asmoskon to reach beyond the talents and skills of his father and grandfather. From that day onward Asmoskon was trained in the art of archery by both his father and grandfather. It wasn’t until the following year that his mother told him that he was actually a Quincy and began to show him how to focus his reiatsu.

The spectacle of such an ability that in truth he still didn’t grasp was simple amazement. He couldn’t believe that he could create a bow of pitch black metal from nothingness. He began to learn the ways of the Quincy from his grandfather and it seemed like although he was held to high standards he was loved and would be happy forever. That dream though was taken away shortly after when his home was attacked in the middle of the night. His grandfather outnumbered as he ordered Asmoskon’s parents to take him and leave while he held off the Vandenreich.

That was the first step towards vengeance and pain that truly shaped Asmoskon into the renegade of the Empire. His training continued at the feet of his father who after the death of his own father grew colder. The training went from once every few days filled with careful training to such a state that strict standards were set that Asmoskon was meant to at least match. That was the only time that Asmoskon actually began to hate his own father for how he was treating him. That had stopped though when his mother explained everything to him.

His father and mother both knew that it was only a matter of time until the vandenreich found them once again. Asmoskon’s family was at one point long ago a noble branch of the Quincy race and still pure in blood. That meant that they held incredible power and if they couldn’t be controlled and forced to serve the Emperor then they would be hunted down until the day they were killed. Asmoskon then found the inner determination to avenge his grandfather against the man that even he had stated to be blind to the safety of his own people. He had caused the eradication of so many and now he had taken away his grandfather as well.

Repetitive practice for days was something that just became a habit. Always in some type of forest at a rate of constant movement while firing off an arrow at a target that was meant to be near impossible for a child of his age to hit. There was a reason and Asmoskon was going to surpass his own father in order to take down the Empire that had taken away his grandfather and caused so much pain to his family. That intense hatred however only grew stronger when Asmoskon had both of his parents claimed by the clutches of the Vandenreich as well. He had lost everything yet still held on to the vengeance to fuel his soul.

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Why was this time so much different though he couldn’t understand. He had his family taken away by the Vandenreich and worked past it. He had always lived with the guilt and grief of them being killed that much was for certain yet he never came close to feeling as if death’s door was welcome. He had allowed himself to fall in love with a shinigami who in the end had only toyed with his emotions for the Vandenreich as well. Yet that shinigami was not leaving his mind or his soul alone. She had caused darkness in him which sent him spiraling out of control and now to what may just be the end of his life.

Well it seemed that the blonde female in front of him was stating a number of times something had happened. He wasn’t quite sure if she was referring to the times that she was attacked or the number of times that a man walked into her room. She was female so all she really cared about was getting thrust upon like every other animal the untrustworthy scum. The way that she spoke Asmoskon could tell that the girl was confident in her own abilities. It wasn’t enough to break through the veil of pain and reach his logic though.

He hadn’t even realized that the Hotaru that he had just heard moaning on the bed was gone now from his mind. No Hotaru for some reason wasn’t even in his sight or sense. It was strange she had been a constant over the last few weeks. Ever since he had clashed with Anarchy, Hotaru had been torturing him emotionally without mercy so why she was suddenly silent and nowhere he could feel. The answer came suddenly as his eye shrank. There was a smell in the air one that he thought forever gone from his life. How was it happening he had pushed past that side of everything Hotaru was the only problem now. Yet Asmoskon could smell the hair of his late father and he knew something was going much worse for him now.

He almost had missed the shift of reiatsu of the girl in front of him as the golden reiatsu which reminded him of Anarchy wrapped around her body and then suddenly she was in what appeared to be a robotic suit. Asmoskon couldn’t tell much from sight all he knew what that her reiatsu was much finer right now and had just skyrocketed in intensity. The girl had obviously just released her Fullbringer. It only took a glance for him to collect the information on her weaponry a sword, gun, and shield. Everything plus the suit of armor was going to make this girl perhaps too much.

The black necklace around his neck sucked in the reiatsu of the room and Asmoskon could feel the reiatsu flow through his veins. This battle would hopefully be his last and if not and he came up victories. Then it was truly time for him to attack the Emperor and just risk everything on killing that man for the pain of living was too much now. Asmoskon knew that if he truly just wished to kill the female now he could activate Gerechtigkeit and unleash a barrage of arrows for it didn’t seem that the female was going to hold back.

Asmoskon would suddenly utilize the human step technique by the simple name of movement to increase his speed for the first strike. Against most adversaries this would cause his body to vanish from sight before the space that he had just occurred was even filled back up with air. Asmoskon still had no clue though about this girl’s speed and normally would have been safe and played out everything to gain information into defeating her. He was fighting alongside death now though so nothing was normal. Reappearing right in front of the girl with his right arm up high and the saber held downwards Asmoskon brought his arm down in an attempt to stab the blade through the left shoulder of the female. At the same time however his left hand was positioned low with the plasma blade held in a reverse grip as he swung it forwards aimed to cut her across the waist. Asmoskon was going to find a way through her armor that much he knew at least.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1275/1000
Movement: -25 reiatsu
Quincy Cross: +300 reiatsu

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Music – Erza’s Theme #2 – Armor of Titania

Sudden was not the word that Yoko would’ve used to describe her assailant’s assault. There had been plenty of warning. Ever since her door was forced open, she had been mentally preparing for being attacked. After that moment, this man had telegraphed his plan horribly, and his options were crazy limited. In this room, there was barely enough space to even take a fighting stance, let alone come up with a creative angle of attack. It was obvious that any assault was going to be head on. The specific movement was predictable as well. This man had used a technique that Yoko herself had mastered. There were specific signs to look for, and as someone who had mastered the technique, Yoko knew exactly where to look. All it had taken to reveal it was the slightest twitch of the leg right before he moved.

Even if Yoko hadn’t seen it before it happened, the acceleration wasn’t that crazy. Movement only tripled one’s speed. It was far slower than Shunpo or Bringer Light. Based on how quick he closed the gap, the would-be assassin was no faster than Yoko. Keeping up with that level of speed wasn’t hard for someone with the senses and instinct of a trained predator. A faster step technique might let him actually disappear, but movement, with his speed, was not enough to manage that feat. His charge only appeared as blurred forward movement to Yoko.

Since he had used the slowest of all step techniques, following all his movements was possible. Yoko saw his arms begin to move into place for the attack. In that instant, she could tell they were not equals. The base of his attack was... misguided is a nice word for it. By raising one arm and lowering the other, his chest was wide open. Were Yoko in a better mood, she could have just reached forward and stabbed him right then and there. With an opening attack like that, and his momentum going forward, it would’ve been nigh-unavoidable. Too bad for him, she was pissed. There was going to be no mercy. The fight would end quickly, but his suffering would not.

It wasn’t every day that an attacker caught her in a mood like this, and this man was going to regret having done so. Immediately, the Fullbringer let go of both her swords. The pistol detached from her hip, and the shield uncoupled from her back. None of them fell. She had utilized one of the properties of her level two Fullbring. This was the Psychoframe System. Many fighters waxed poetic about their weapons being an extension of their body. For Yoko, that was actually the case. Her hands weren’t on any of her weapons, yet they still worked as if she was holding them.

In fact, some of them worked even a bit better. Thanks to the Psychoframe System, she was not limited by the physical limits of her own body. Her swords were exactly as effective as if she was wielding them. They could strike with all her strength, and move with all her speed. The shield and pistol however, had always moved at a static speed of 600, regardless of Yoko’s current stats. Those two were nearly as fast as the attacker’s step technique. What was more impressive was that the Psychoframe System was not challenging to use either. Fighting like this, controlling two swords, a gun, and a shield, felt just as natural to Yoko as when she was sitting on the bed meditating.

Still, the mere act of defying gravity was not the part that caused problems for her attacker. No, what caused problems was the fact that Yoko was a master of both Kunlun and swordplay. Engaging her head on in melee combat was a risky proposition, even if she hadn’t been released. But, unfortunately for this man, she had released Aegis already, and she wasn’t holding back even a little bit. She had warned him this was a mistake. She had warned him that she was Gundam. He had not heeded the warnings, and that was a truly costly mistake. It was one that he would be fortunate to survive.

When the man arrived at the end of his step technique, he was already in position to strike. As his arms both swung down towards Yoko, the path of her various weapons was apparent. The easiest to notice was likely the shield. It was no longer a buckler, nor was it on her back. Psychoframe System had moved it over Yoko’s left shoulder, and it had expanded to the full tower shield size. It was in the perfect spot to block the assailant’s downward stab. Shields created by her release were made of spiritual steel. The meeting of plasma sword and bulwark showed that Yoko’s raw strength was enough to take an assault from whatever power this man had without a scratch on it. In fact, Yoko could barely even tell a sword had impacted the shield.

Next most noticeable was likely Caliburn. It had been on Yoko’s right, which was the side not defended by her shield. Caliburn had spun downwards, intercepting the plasma blade that had attempted to swing across the fullbringer’s waistline. This is the clash that revealed the true difference in strength between the combatants. Yoko was a monster when it came to raw physical power. In all the worlds, there were few who could boast of a higher raw strength than her. Against the strength of Caliburn, the force behind the plasma blade felt no different than air. The Chief of Security was so strong that she could punch straight through tempered steel. Someone physically weaker than the average human did not register to her.

Differences in strength made Caliburn’s counter noteworthy not just because of the relative safety provided, but also because of the amount of force transferred into the attacker was insane. If you’ve ever played baseball, you probably know the feeling where your arms get a bit tingly after hitting a good fastball. Now take that force, and multiply it thousands of times over. That was what had just happened to this man. The difference in strength was beyond absurd. The fullbringer was over 26 times stronger than the Quincy in terms of stat points. Such an impact had the power to send him hundreds of feet through the air. Yoko didn’t hold back one bit, and the Psychoframe System was able to deliver that full force. There was just one problem.

They were in a very, very small room.

Yoko’s strength was far beyond the point where something as flimsy as a wall could stop her, but the same couldn’t be said for her projectile. Caliburn had rotated counter-clockwise to stop the blow, which meant it was moving towards the right when it made contact at the bottom of its arc. Thanks to the Psychoframe System, it still struck with all her force, despite the normally weak maneuver. To her right were the tv, the dresser, and a sheetrock wall. Her assailant flew through all of them. With the magnitude of strength in use, it actually took a few walls before the would-be assassin slowed down. Considering his lack of physical strength, it was unlikely he was in good shape after that. The initial impact alone would’ve rendered that his left arm utterly useless. Being sent flying through a couple walls, probably several support beams, and various pieces of furniture was definitely enough to cause a smattering of broken bones, likely a ruptured organ or two, and probably some head trauma. He’d be lucky to maintain consciousness at all, or maybe given his state, he’d be unlucky if he was still awake.

Of course, that was would have happened if Yoko hadn’t stopped it. Her own body had a role in this too, as did her other weapons. Her pistol had moved upwards and forward a bit, ending up a few inches to the left of this man’s head. If he moved left, there was going to be a bullet in his brain before he could realize what happened. The Master Sword had floated up, off to the side, and back around behind his neck. It was angled slightly so that the blade pressed against his neck at about 5 o’clock. This placement made moving either back or right a suicidal prospect as well. Granted, it had taken a tiny fraction of a second longer to reach that spot, but it still got there within a second of movement ending.

Last was what Yoko did with her actual body. As Caliburn swung downwards to block the plasma blade, she had taken one step forward with her left foot. At the same moment that she slid past her own sword’s arc, her left hand reached out to grab hold of the man’s neck. He had nowhere to go. His left arm was effectively destroyed by the force of Caliburn’s parry. The tower shield was placed in a spot that made it almost impossible to lower his right arm without dislocating his shoulder. There was a sword that would chop his head off if he moved to the only open parts of the room. He was out of options. With this man in her unavoidable grasp, the Chief of Security had some questions for him.

[smear:00ffff]”This is the part where you tell me who sent you, why they sent you, and why I shouldn’t pull the trigger right now.”[/smear:0000ff:1]

Her words, and her actions thus far, had been backed up by one hitherto unmentioned element. It was the first time she had actually used this portion of the technique, but it was quite effective in practice. This was Cog. Yoko was naturally terrifying to those who weren’t her friends, and weren’t her betters. She was a force of nature, as strong as some legends. Cog took every ounce of that power and converted it into raw fear. She had begun to build up the reiatsu for that technique as soon as she saw this attacker lunge towards her. The effect of Cog, combined with the pain of his wounds, and the hopelessness of this situation… there was no way he could endure all that at once.

He would talk.

Reiatsu: 1750/1750
-100 for Cog
+400 from GN Drive

Fullbring Level 2: 2/13 posts

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

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The rush forwards was something that Asmoskon always enjoyed whenever he was moving it didn’t matter if he was in combat or not. It had always been something that he would revel in since he could walk. When he was a young child he would always run throughout his family manor or in the grass just feeling the cool air pass over his skin. Yet now as he rushed through the space between himself and Yoko there was no joy. The air was moving over his face and the coolness was present yet even the fun little thing that always had brought a smile to his face was no longer within his soul.

As he moved towards Yoko Asmoskon’s exhausted left eye wasn’t accurately focused on her stance. He had rushed into combating like a fool something that he had been taught never to do. Asmoskon was going against the years of training and repetition that not only his family had put him through, but that he himself had enforced after they had all been taken away from him. The rub of the plasma blades had been rather soothing when Asmoskon had first gotten them and began to train yet now they were nothing, but background noise that Asmoskon’s tired and broken mind didn’t even recognize.

All that he saw was that his arms were moving and that Yoko was in the path of his blade. His mind was at a point that combat was suicide and the half blind fool had rushed right towards such a fate. All of these facts were simply a statement that the once calm and caring Quincy that would have never taken to doing such a thing as attacking a girl in her hotel room was just that Asmoskon had been morphed. He had become twisted and corrupted into the very type of person that he despised when he was happy. Now he was going to pay for his foolishness and disrespect.

As the plasma blades moved through the air towards Yoko Asmoskon’s eye slowly picked up the motions of Yoko’s body. Although he was incredibly talented in combat and especially in seeing the detail of what opponents would do then formatting how to defeat said details his mind was exhausted and those skills were suppressed by such. Asmoskon only picked up what was happening less than a moment before it actually occurred and there was no time to stop his blades. He heard and felt the clash of his blades against Yoko’s armor and gained the information that his blades weren’t strong enough to cut right through yet what came next was something that he wouldn’t have expected.

The blade in his right hand bounced off the surface of the shield that Yoko wielded something that was painfully believable and a smack right in the face to Asmoskon for making such a poor rash decision. How was he making these mistakes and why was he trying to get himself killed? In the next moment though Asmoskon felt his right arm get thrust backwards out of joint along with all of the feeling in the arm leaving him in that moment. He then felt his body being propelled backwards and then the impact of his back smashing through a wall. It wasn't the first time that Asmoskon had experienced that sensation yet it was one he had hoped never to feel again.

This time though it wasn't one wall that he had been sent through. Asmoskon had suffered this embarrassing turn of events once before about ten months prior to the moment at the hands of an Arrancar by the name of Allen. That blasted Arrancar had defeated him so swiftly that Asmoskon had been powerless to even release and was left lying on the ground in intense pain as the monster made his way back to Hueco Mundo. He was just one of the many individuals that were on Asmoskon's true list of must kill. Yoko was only a name and was one that he knew held the power to potentially kill him before he even arrived.

As he threw through the air though his left eye picked up a bit of information that Asmoskon hadn't acquired from his source that would have terminated his choice in deciding to go ahead with targeting Yoko. He saw that the closet door was open and inside was a black uniform with the initials UE right on the front. Asmoskon's pupil grew in size for the brief moment at this realization. Yoko was an employee of Kazura. The damned fool was a moron who had just declared he would kill someone that worked for his former boss and best friend. In the next moment though his mouth opened wide and blood escaped along with a single grunt of pain. The loud smashing sounds of Asmoskon breaking through the walls was enough to drown out any other sound that might have been caused.

After everything was done Asmoskon was leaning against the side of the new room. His body bloody and broken his right arm dislocated and neither plasma blade in sight. Asmoskon's head was low looking down at the floor while his legs were out strait in front of him all of his clothing was torn to bits his coat especially was pretty much gone now. The black sleeveless shirt was mainly what covered his chest although that too had some sections torn apart and was covered in dust and other substances that made Asmoskon appear to be incredibly filthy now. Asmoskon in truth was hardly even conscious now and somehow time seemed to just stop while someone important stepped through the hole in the wall that was before him.

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"Are you seriously going to die like this? Really after everything that I taught you? Get your head out of your ass and start thinking for once son." the voice was somewhat harsh yet lazy and carefree at the same time. Asmoskon recognized the voice and lifted his head to see his father standing in front of him with a stern look of disapproval. For a moment Asmoskon was filled with excitement and joy only for it to fade immediately. "You're dead. Everyone important to me is dead I'm alone. I've failed you and mom and grandpa." Tears began to fall to the ground as the emotions that had been suppressed rose to the surface.

"Well with that attitude and how badly you just preformed . . yeah you have." Asmoskon's tears stopped for a moment with how blunt his father was towards him. Instantly rage rose from his stomach and into his heart. His head lifted up to stare angrily at his father. "How the hell would you know what it's like to go through what I have! You grew up with grandpa and got to live your life filled with happiness and family. You were all taken away from me and I've been betrayed and left to rot!" Asmoskon was screaming angrily at his father who looked down at him with his arms crossed over his bare tattooed chest.

His father rose an eyebrow at his words and then out of nowhere he squatted down in front for Asmoskon which caused him to shift from anger to confusion and hesitation. "SO WHHHHAAAAT!" Asmoskon's face was knocked back against the wall and intense pain coursed throughout his face for his dad had just head-butt him while he screamed. Asmoskon's left hand moved up to his face by instinct to grasp the pain. "You're my son and I know that you're tougher then how you're acting and behaving stop being a little bitch and deal with life while you have it. Fucking moron you've always been such a baby."

"Well he does get that from you ya blasted fool." There it was a voice that had meant so much to Asmoskon that it was the primary source of his shaping into the person he had been prior to the betrayal of Hotaru. Asmoskon looked up with his left hand covering the majority of his face only his left eye was uncovered and it widened in awe. His grandfather was standing right behind his dad looking down at the both of them. He looked just like how Asmoskon remembered long dark grey hair and beard and a look that belonged to a wise Old Sage..

"Grand . pa." Asmoskon's left hand motioned down from his face as he starred up at his grandfather just lost in what was happening right now. His grandfather looked down at him and gave him a small smile for a moment. "Asmoskon you need to get back on the path that we all set for you." Asmoskon's dad turned and then sat down on his butt between the two of them crossing his legs and arms at the same time. "Pff yeah like hell he got that side from me." Asmoskon looked at his dad with a glare of anger which was returned at him by his father. "You're both such children."

It was so much like when Asmoskon was a child for he was fighting with his father like an idiot and his grandfather was the mature one that wouldn't participate. When he spoke about both of them being children both Asmoskon and his father looked right at him and gave him an irritated glare like they were plotting some way to get back at him later. "We have no time for games you two. Now Asmoskon I know that what you have been through isn't what someone you're age is meant to deal with maturely especially when you feel alone, but you're not normal and you know that."

Asmoskon's face motioned back towards the floor as he thought over everything and his depressed attitude returned. "Grandpa I can't keep going like this. I've been trying to stop the Emperor of our tainted brothers, but they have taken everything from me and I have no one left." Asmoskon's voice wasn't a clear flowing water like how most spoke naturally. It was a slow sticky syrup of sorrow and depression that wouldn't leave him and only consumed everything else within his soul. It just seemed like his task was too big for him to handle especially alone.

It was then that Asmoskon was flicked in the forehead and then an arm reached around his shoulders. "God you need to stop complaining so damn much boy. To think that you're my kid when you're just like you're mother. I swear the woman had you by cloning herself as a boy. There isn't an ounce of me in that attitude." Asmoskon's dad was smiling widely as he spoke in a cheerful teasing manner. "I mean jeez I'll admit that life isn't all sunshine and rainbows, but stop acting like the world is coming to an end and you can't stop it."

Asmoskon was caught between what his father said he was anger at what he said about not having any part of him in his personality while he actually had to think about what he had said about life. Asmoskon was caught between it all how could things really get better and how could he treat them as if they were. The love of his life had betrayed him in order to be with a Vandenreich and his actual family had been killed by them. There was no good side to all of this so really what was even the silver lining in the situation.

"Asmoskon don't let him fool you. You're too much like your father. Honestly he got pretty much the same as you when your mother turned him down the first fifty times he asked her out." Immediately Asmoskon's father's face turned towards his father with a look o disbelief and denial. "What! That is not true. She was all over me from the beginning. I had to tell her no the first few times before I gave up on her learning I wasn't looking for someone." Asmoskon's grandfather just starred at his son without any change to his expression.

"Why must you lie and hide the truth from everyone including yourself." He looked over at Asmoskon who was now looking at the both of them with interest. His grandfather's plan was working he was taking Asmoskon's focus off his own failure and using that of their own to soften how bad everything was going for Asmoskon. "You're father locked himself away in his room every single time your mother told him no. If I remember correctly he didn't come out of his room for an entire week at one point." "DAD SHUT THE HELL UP!" Asmoskon began to laugh as his dad motioned over towards his grandfather his face a blush and it obvious that he had been the one denying everything.

"Enough of your blubbering." Asmoskon looked up at his grandfather and saw the man give him a wink like he had when he was a small child without even realizing it a smile crept across Asmoskon's face. "Now Asmoskon remember that even though you may not have us near by and there to protect you anymore we're always within you." Asmoskon starred at the two of them emotion actually swelling within his soul for the first time in months joy was breaking through the grasp of the darkness. His father and grandfather were both looking at him now with smiles of their own perhaps he had always just needed to think about the simplest of things and start from the beginning to get better.

The next thing he knew he left his father's big hand on his right shoulder. There was no pain and Asmoskon couldn't help, but smile towards him and feel like everything was going to be ok. There was one person that wasn't here though and even though his grandfather and father were here and the two of them played such a role in who he wished to become his mother was just as important yet she wasn't here. "She would be proud of how strong you've gotten Asmo." "We all are bud. None of us expected to be taken out of the equation especially not me. You're proving to all of them though that the Emperor is blind and will not be enough to stop the revolution."

Asmoskon felt slight disbelief in the words of his father. He had been fighting against the Vandenreich and had been victories the majority of the time yet at such costs. It was next to impossible to continue going he was going to die if he continued. "Dad I can't do it by myself I'm not strong enough." Next thing he knew he felt a slight smack to the back of his head one that wasn't entirely harmful yet would leave a small bruise. "Of course you're not strong enough to do it on your own dumbass. I wasn't even that strong and neither was your grandfather." Asmoskon's father spoke in the know it all tone that he had been using before and was once again sitting with both feet and arms crossed shaking his head.

"What your father means Asmo is that although you have become far stronger in such a short period of time there is no realistic way for you to take down the entire Vandenreich Empire alone. We knew that none of us held that power which was why we were laying low in the shadows. The plan was for the four of us to one day when you grew up to attack together and bring them down." Asmoskon's expression changed again to disappointment. He had been apart of a bigger plan that was now not possible. "Don't believe just because we're gone that it's impossible. You have already started to do the correct thing even if you don't realize it."

Asmoskon looked up at his grandfather with an expression of confusion for he wasn't completely sure what he meant by him doing the correct thing. Sure he had been killing some of the Vandenreich, but they were recruiting faster then he could eliminate them. His father saw the reaction and let out a sigh. "You've acquired allies you dumbass. In order to bring them down you're going to have to gain more support. You already have someone on your own level that would aid you. You need to gain a higher status in Xcution and then bring the military against the Vandenreich." Asmoskon knew that his father was correct he had been planning that from the beginning it was the reason he joined Xcution.

How could he keep going though was the question. Yet his heart didn't feel as engulfed in sadness now and it seemed like he might have a new fire within his soul. He had been tricked by Hotaru and she had betrayed him for the Vandenreich. She haunted his mind yet he was allowing it to occur even if he told himself that he wasn't. He had to gain control back of his own sanity it seemed like that was already happening. Now all that he needed to do was survive and get more things planned to bring the Vandenreich down. He looked up and all three of the Masurao men smiled to one another.

That was when all of a sudden Asmoskon's grandfather's chest burst open blood spraying all over the floor. Asmoskon's eyes widened in shock and horror yet neither his father nor his grandfather reacted. Asmoskon looked at his grandfather's chest and saw a blade moving through it right towards his face. The blade was curved and as it continued to move towards him he began to realize who the blade belonged too. It was confirmed correct when the face of a dragon moved through to the other side and the tip of the blade stopped right in front of Asmoskon's face. "Awe you thought you could be happy again . . how pathetic."

Asmoskon slowly stood up looking sternly behind his grandfather who simply smiled calmly. Hotaru was back and she had just done something unthinkable even to Asmoskon. His blood was beginning to boil and his rage was about to lash out towards her. "Remember you are my heir and you will bring about the retribution of our people. Don't allow sorrow and hate to form your path lead with the example of your family." In the next moment Asmoskon watched as his grandfather's body suddenly began to contort and twist in ways that bones would break and in actuality anyone would die. A black substance came from Hotaru's zanpakuto and covered his body and after a few moments he watched it slide off.

Standing there now she smiled evilly into his eyes. The zanpakuto was pulled out of the chest and the new Hotaru walked right to Asmoskon moving her face to the left side of his face her lips stopping right next to his ear. "How dare you think that you can survive. You're not worth life and I will be the one to eradicate you from the path of my beloved Emperor." Asmoskon could feel his emotions clashing against one another like wild animals fighting for survival against one another. He had to stay strong this was all just an illusion it was all in his mind.

"Really though why did you even think that you had a chance of getting away from me. I won't play nice anymore. I was just toying around to have some fun because you're such a nice little toy, but now you disrespect me by thinking that you can just push me aside. I am your happiness and I hate you. I will make sure that every moment of your life is as aginizing as it was for me to deal with your pathetic ass. I swear th." "Shut up Hotaru." Asmoskon spoke softly as the third Hotaru that had just stood from the body of his father was ranting. Now all three of them starred at him in an expression of utter rage.

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Asmoskon in all reality still leaned against the side of the wall and now Yoko was in her planned position and was pumping out her reiatsu using Cog in order to instil fear. Asmoskon had been within his mind while she set up the position and his head was still low with her blade right by his neck. His body bloody and in a way that most would assume there was no way he could move. As Yoko spoke there was a pause as if Asmoskon was either dead or unconcious. "Shut . up. Hotaru."

Asmoskon had broken free from his mind and was back in reality the full pain that coursed throughout his body was back and most everything was either causing unbelievable pain or completely numb due to it most likely being broken. Asmoskon couldn't feel his arm for it was dislocated and hung at his side. He slowly moving his face up meeting Yoko's gaze and then grinned. "I really do owe Kazura an apology it seems." Asmoskon chuckled only to have blood run from his mouth down his chin. He could feel the incredible fear towards Yoko and knew what she was doing for he possessed the same ability yet why was there a reason to fear her right now.

He was beaten due to his blind foolish behavior and there was little he would be able to do to even defend himself. If he was going to die then it would happen due to his own actions. Yoko wasn't going to stop unless he persuaded her by revealing that Kazura knew Asmoskon and everything could be exampled. Asmoskon just hoped that Yoko was obedient to his friend or else there was no hope he would survive and he'd never be able to go through with what he had just thought through within his mind.

So looking at the metal body armor that covered her body Asmoskon starred at the eye section knowing that she would be looking at his own eye as well. "There's no need to use Cog on me Yoko. Seriously if someone as injured as I am still needs to have fear forced upon them after that display then they're simply retarded. I didn't get the official name of the person who put a target on your head." Asmoskon grinned at the corner of his mouth for a moment and then forced a rigid breathe of air into his lungs.

Asmoskon wasn't completely sure if his lungs were filling with his own blood or if he was just incredibly injured in some other place that could be causing such difficulty in such a simple task. "You should know damn well Yoko that no one capable of greatness goes without someone wishing for them to be eliminated. Now if you don't mind I think I'd like to simply leave you be and go apologize to Kazura since I overlooked the fact you work for him." Asmoskon awaited a respond he knew he would have difficulty moving yet he would have methods to do so. He really just hoped Kazura would understand and be forgiving.

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Just like that, the “battle” was over. Almost everything had gone exactly as Yoko expected. Her shield had blocked one blow, and her sword had blocked the other. Only one thing wasn’t accounted for properly. Her own body’s movement was too slow to grab the assailant before the force of her parry sent him flying. She had actually underestimated her own strength, and she hadn’t moved fast enough to prevent him crashing through the walls on the side of her room. Thankfully, the rooms on that side of her were unoccupied. If they hadn’t been, then they would have seen a man clad in black go flying straight through all those walls. Such a shame it was over so fast.

Truth be told, Yoko hadn’t known just how ridiculous the result of her parry was until it had happened. Yes, she had monstrous strength, but she had assumed someone willing to attack her would have known that much. The assailant had known her name, but he seemed to have known nothing of her capabilities. Attacking the Chief head on was utter suicide unless you had your own level of impressive strength. This man did not, and he paid the price. The force of Yoko’s parry had sent him clear into the next room, straight through the wall. Given his lack of strength, he was not in good shape.

Now, a normal human could survive being tossed through a wall generally. Sheetrock wasn’t overwhelmingly tough, but he had hit more than just sheetrock. There was also plenty of wood framing in the walls, and he had gone through at least one two by four when he went through that wall. Again, a normal human could survive the force required to do that much. It would be incredibly painful, but they could survive it. The issue here was that it wasn’t strength right at that threshold that this man had to deal with. It was strength over two and a half times as high. Only 300 strength was required to send a humanoid body through a wall, and Yoko had all 800 of her strength behind that sword.

From a strike like that, the damage was immense. Indeed, the impact alone had instantly shattered his arm. The force sent him flying with an excessive amount of energy, and that made hitting the wall that much worse. The harder and faster he hit it, the more energy went into the wall. And with the whole third law of physics in play, that meant more energy smacked back into his body. Had he been built a bit tougher, he probably would have been able to get out of it with nothing but a broken arm. If he’d had the strength of an animal, he might even have been able to get away with just a bit of a crack in those bones.

Any thoughts of him taking the damage from going through a wall well were proven to be folly when the Chief heard the sound it made. With senses as sharp as hers, she heard three distinct noises in that moment. The first was a crunch. That was the drywall breaking. Second was a snap. That was the wooden frame of the wall. Third was a shattering. That was the inside of his body nearly exploding. His strength was nowhere near close enough to take an impact like that unharmed. In fact, based on how bad the damage sounded, the only possible conclusion was that he was actually extraordinarily frail. Just how frail he was was not a piece of information that Yoko herself knew, but with only 30 strength, he barely had the power to lift his arms, let alone survive the force of 800 strength.

After he had cleared the wall, the Chief stepped through the gaping hole his body had made. All of her weapons followed shortly thereafter, coming to encircle the assailant once again. A sword embedded itself in the wall on either side of him, and the pistol was pressed against his forehead. It was only once the Chief saw him like that that she appreciated just how severe his injuries were. This “fight” was over, and she had overdone it by quite a bit. He was bloody and broken. Standing over him like that, with a gun to his head, it all brought back some really nasty memories for the Chief.

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Three years ago. Somewhere over the mountains of Afghanistan.

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The roar of the C-17’s quad turbofan engines filled the air around the men and women of the RAF that were crazy enough to volunteer for this mission. They had been given a simple task, but simple just meant that there were no complicated objectives. It didn’t mean easy by any means. These volunteers had been tasked with a suicide mission. Parachute into the remote mountains and take out an Al-Qaeda artillery battery that had been raining hell on the town nearby. They had SAMs set up all over the region, as well as some old fashioned Flak Cannons and small arms fire. All that put together meant that even reaching the ground was an accomplishment.

Unfortunately, there was no choice. It had to be done. Attempting a ground assault was even more suicidal. They would’ve had to fight their way uphill past an uncountable number of bunkers, and God knows how many traps or mines. Even with a mechanized division, which would have trouble just scaling the mountains, they’d be ripped to pieces long before they reached the summit. So an airdrop was the only choice, but it was still expected to have a casualty rate exceeding 80%. That’s why this was a volunteer mission. No one would have thought any less of another soldier for staying far far away from this one, but Yoko had been the first to offer to carry out this task.

She wasn’t suicidal, but she wasn’t confident enough to think she could do it alone either. This was going to be a rough operation, but she had one thing going for her that made her think she’d survive. She was a Fullbringer. Before her power, most of the soldiers were nothing but ants. Still, she was human. A bullet would kill her just the same, and that meant she couldn’t be careless. What made it tricky as well, was that she hadn’t revealed her status as a Fullbringer since she joined the Royal Air Force. There was no doubt in her mind that the higher ups knew about the existence of people like her, but there was also no doubt in her mind that her powers would be exploited if they were made public.

Those were the thoughts on Yoko’s mind as they flew into position for the airdrop. They had to jump at a crazy altitude, but it was the only way to ensure the plane didn’t get shot down before they reached the drop point. That didn’t say anything about the safety of the soldiers though, and they all knew that Yoko, like the rest of them, was all decked out in desert camo. One of the officers yelled something out over the roar of the engines. “TWO MINUTES TO DROP! GET READY!” In unison, the soldiers all rose and strapped themselves on to the zip line that ran down the length of the plane’s rear hatch.

“ONE MINUTE TO DROP!”

The rear hatch slowly creaked open, and the noise of the air rushing past the plane grew to deafening levels. Despite that, she could still hear the signs of fear. A gulp from the soldier behind her. Rapid breathing from the one in front. They hadn’t accepted death as inevitable, but they knew to be afraid. “THIRTY SECONDS TO DROP!” The hatch was all the way open, and a red light flickered to life at the end of the walkway. It was almost time, and she was probably the only one that wasn’t thanking the RAF that their pants were mostly brown. They were all seasoned soldiers by this point, but the risk of death was so high that there was no shame in being terrified. Too bad, because the terror was just about to begin.

“GO! GO! GO!”

Above them, the red light went out, and a green glow filled the space around them. One by one, they ran down the ramp and jumped towards almost certain doom. And for a bit, it was actually peaceful. They had jumped from such a great height that they were above the cloud cover, and completely undetected. Just to survive at this altitude, they were all wearing facemasks and oxygen tanks. If they weren’t, they wouldn’t have been able to breath safely. For what seemed like an eternity, they fell through the open air, and then through the moisture of the clouds. It wasn’t long after they cleared the cloud cover that they were spotted. As soon as they had cleared that visual cover, they had flown straight into Hell.

Change Music – Bleach Hell Verse OST – Incantation (Parts C-F)

It had only taken a few seconds for them to get spotted. Within half a minute, the Flak Cannons had roared to life, filling the sky with explosions. They were an old weapon, but they were plenty effective against flesh and blood targets that couldn’t do anything to dodge. One by one, the soldiers around Yoko were shot out of the sky. Even over the rush of the wind at terminal velocity and the explosions of the Flak Cannons, she could still hear the screams of her comrades as the explosions ripped their bodies apart. Chunks of corpses flew into her. Showers of blood coated her body. There was no longer a doubt in anyone’s mind. This was utter suicide. This was Hell on Earth.

There was no longer a choice. If Yoko didn’t release, it was only a matter of time before an explosion ripped her apart as well. She was afraid. It was unlike her, but she was still human. Using every ounce of her willpower, she forced herself to calm down enough to focus her reiatsu. Her long dormant power surged within her as it woke from its long slumber. It built up until there was no where for it to go but outwards, and then it spilled out all at once. Golden reiatsu flowed out from her body as she screamed the words that gave power to her warrior’s soul.

[smear:00ffff]”I AM GUNDAM! GUARDIAN!”[/smear:0000ff:1]

With those words, her golden reiatsu solidified around her body, forming her Fullbring. Light gray armor covered her body, but traces of golden energy flowed throughout the suit. It was a rather bulky thing, but that meant she was safe. More helpful than just the armor was the tower shield in her left hand that was extended towards the ground. It hadn’t come a moment too soon either. Only a moment after Yoko had released, a shell from a Flak Cannon hit her shield. Hard. Even with her inhuman physical strength, the explosion canceled out almost all of her velocity, and sent a painful jolt down her arm. Thankfully, that was all it did. Her shield took the punishment, and she hadn’t been reduced to paste by the blast.

The first shot hadn’t stopped her, but she was far from safe. She kicked her thrusters on to gain a bit of maneuverability, but mostly to accelerate towards the ground. Faster and faster, she pushed herself towards the surface. Three more times, an explosion ripped into her shield. Her arm was burning from the strain, but she held it together through sheer force of will. The damage was done, but it wasn’t enough to make the arm completely useless. Still, even when she got low enough that the Flak Cannons couldn’t rotate fast enough to hit her, she had to worry about small arms fire. The distinctive clak clak clak of Kalashnikov’s 1947 masterpiece filled her ears, and a swarm of gunfire ripped into her shield. It wasn’t pleasant, but it was nothing compared to what she had already endured.

Just before impact with the Earth, she leveled out. A quick glance was spared skywards. She could only make out a few of the hundred soldiers that had dropped in for the mission. If she wanted any of them to still be alive, she had to work fast. A rifle appeared in her right hand, and she went to work. With her speed, most of Al Qaeda combatants couldn’t even track her. A few were sharp enough to follow her movements, and gunfire continued to ring off her. It didn’t matter. It was only pain, not actual damage. She would endure. She had to endure. If she didn’t, everyone on this mission was dead.

Bullets rang out in both directions. Hers found their mark, and they kept going. There was no earthly power that could hope to stop her spiritual weapons. She tore through the camp, constantly moving, and constantly firing. There were dozens, no, hundreds of enemy combatants here. The camp was far, far, larger than the intel had predicted. What could be seen from the satellite view was only on the surface, and most of the force was in caves underground. It didn’t matter. She did what she had to do. Her gun kept firing until it ran dry. When it did, she discarded it and spawned another with her Fullbring. She kept that up for five rifles, and she hit her limit. There simply wasn’t enough gas in the tank to keep that up.

If she didn’t have the energy for a rifle, there was only one choice. A sword formed in her hand, and it was one strong enough to be the last weapon she needed. This was Dragonslayer. A massive blade, weighing in at 400 pounds. It was large enough to make the Buster Sword look like a toy. Of course, this was just a replica. It had no magical properties, but it was forged of spiritual steel. There was nothing in that encampment it couldn’t cut through, and that included the hunks of metal that were killing all her allies. Blood lust and something very close to insanity had made her forget about those cannons until her kill count was at nearly 50, but getting hit in the back by one of them was a painful reminder.

In a rage, the Fullbringer flew towards the cannon that had shot her. Her shield had been discarded. She didn’t need it now. No, what she needed was a second hand to wield this behemoth of a sword. With a roaring battle cry, she swung it down through the barrel of Flak Cannon, cleaving both it and the operator in half. There was no stopping her. Within minutes, she had taken down the entire battery of a dozen cannons, but she had taken a number of hits in the process. Her reiatsu was almost all gone. Her armor was crimson and slick with blood, some of it hers. It was a miracle that she was still alive, but she had done it.

At last, there was just one enemy combatant left. It was a man, no, he was naught but a boy. He couldn’t have been older than 16, but he was holding a rifle nonetheless. Yoko was so tired. She couldn’t even find the energy to fly, let alone lift the sword in her hands. Instead, she dropped the blade and walked towards the teenager. He was a victim of circumstances, nothing more. Once more, bullets clattered off her armor. She was so numb she couldn’t even feel them any more. Every part of her ached horribly, and she was barely conscious. She had given it everything she had and then some, drawing on power she didn’t even know she had.

En route to the child, she stopped for one moment as he reloaded. Yoko’s mind was so far gone that she had almost forgot she needed a way to kill him. But she did remember that, and she grabbed a 1911 off the corpse of a man she had cut in half. The boy had finished reloading, and opened fire again as Yoko began to walk towards him once more. As the last bullet left his gun, the Fullbringer lost the energy to even keep her power active. Through dumb luck, the last shot the teen had hit her in the left arm. The real one had been lost long ago, and an earthly gun could do nothing to harm the limb Amaya had given her.

He was terrified. Even without her armor, she was still soaked in blood, and she still walked towards him. The boy couldn’t even force his legs to move. He had no ammo, and his body wouldn’t listen to him. He was going to die, and he knew it. Something deep inside that boy’s body kicked in. His survival instinct drove him backwards as Yoko kept lumbering towards him. Eventually, he hit a wall and collapsed. His legs weren’t listening to his brain. When he could not longer retreat, even his survival instinct abandoned all hope. For both of them, this was the hell of war. He had nowhere to go, and he didn’t want to die. Yoko had only place to go, and he had to die.

After what seemed like an eternity, she was right in front of this trembling child. They looked straight into each others eyes, and he managed a single word. ”Please.” Yoko heard it, and for a moment, she just stood there. The barrel of her pistol was pressed against his forehead, and she could barely comprehend what was happening. Her mind fought against what her instincts told her to do. He had to die, no matter how helpless he looked. She didn’t want to kill him. She was exhausted to the point where she could barely even stand. She just wanted it to be over, but there was one thing she knew was true. He was the enemy.

She pulled the trigger.

It was done. The boy’s body went limp, and slumped down to the side. Yoko didn’t fare much better. Her body had been pushed far beyond its limits, but any other combatants who had been in the area had all run away from her devilish onslaught. The entire thing was over just as the remaining RAF soldiers touched down. They found her passed out, in a pool of blood. A great deal of it was from others, but plenty of it was hers as well. No matter how much she wanted to, that was a day that she would never be able to forget.

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Final Song – Hellsing Ultimate OST – Shiobiashi Sasuriashi

Pain from the past tugged at the Chief. Her vision flickered between reality, and the moment she had pulled the trigger three years ago. Without even realizing it, she had grabbed her pistol with her right hand, and was pressing it in to her assailant’s forehead. Words spilled from his mouth like drool from an emaciated dog. All her mind could pick up were traces of what he said. It was a deep rift that had been opened, and words wouldn’t fill it. Especially not the words of a man who had just tried to kill her. All she heard that kept her mind from breaking down completely was one word.

”Kazura.”

Why had he said that name? Was he planning to escape and try to kill Kazura? Her mind was full of fog, as if she had been the one to take a good blow to the head just now. It was the past haunting her. Even as the man spoke, she saw someone else. She saw the boy she had killed years ago in the godforsaken mountains of Afghanistan. Every sensation from that day came rushing back to her. The smell of explosions in the air. The feeling of slickness from blood coating every inch of her body. The hopelessness of a comrade next to you being split in half by an explosion.

It made her sick.

There wasn’t a single part of her left that could think clearly. The man in front of her was talking, but she couldn’t hear him. Everything he actually said was drowned out by the word resonating in her mind. ”Please.” She knew what she had to do. He was the enemy. He had tried to kill her. That was true, both in her mind and reality. He was a terrorist. He was Al Qaeda. People like him were the reason that the natives couldn’t live a peaceful life in their village. That part was not true. That was the past, but she couldn’t see that. Her mind was fighting her past, not the man before her.

She wasn’t the same person as she was back then. No longer was she the Butcher of Darzab. No, she wasn’t like that any more. But she still pulled the trigger. She couldn’t stop herself from doing it again. She was too weak to prevent herself from pulling the trigger, but not so weak as to not spare his life. Her arm had moved without her realizing, and she shot wide right, into the wall next to him. It had, thankfully, hit a stud in the wall and stopped dead before harming someone farther down the line of fire. It was all she could manage to do that, but it was enough. Her vision came back into focus, and the demons of her past faded from view.

[smear:00ffff]”Run.”[/smear:0000ff:1] That was the only word she could manage. She could see clearly, but she was not free of her demons fully. Her body still ached with the sensations of that day, and her instincts still told her to kill this man. She couldn’t remember why, but every ounce of her wanted him dead. All she knew was that he wasn’t the boy from Afghanistan. He was someone else, but he still deserved to die for some reason. Her mind was too burdened to remember why. For the moment, she slowly backed off, but she kept the pistol trained on him. She wasn’t sure how long she could control herself. If he didn’t leave soon, there was going to be a bullet in his skull.

Reiatsu: 1750/1750
+400 from GN Drive

Fullbring Level 2: 3/13 posts

Pistol Ammo: 9/10

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Making it through this was the most important thing to do. Asmoskon had always lived his life looking far ahead of the situation that he was in. He had always looked towards the future for answers and guidance well right now that wasn't going so well and it hadn't been for awhile. He had to actually look at the moment he was in and decide what to do based on that not what he wanted to do in the future. So as he spoke and could feel the incredibly pain coursing throughout his body Asmoskon began to channel his reiatsu throughout his body. It was slightly more difficult to do this technique then it was normally which was saying something considering his condition yet the technique itself was something that most never could even learn.

The barrel of the pistol was pressed to his forehead and Asmoskon knew that if he died here and now then it would have been due to his own emotions and his failure to tame them. That meant one thing and one thing alone. He couldn't die right here and now that was something he wasn't allowed to do. He had to keep pushing on and make sure that the Vandenreich failed in their attempts to eradicate the majority of other races. A genocide of such a scale was one of the main reasons that the Masurao family of Quincy had fled the Empire and vowed to bring down the Emperor that had forsaken them.

Asmoskon watched as Yoko moved backwards in her full body armor of a Fullbring yet kept her pistol pointed at him. He heard her tell him to run and while he was relieved that he would both get the chance to finish his goal in life he would also get the chance to explain this to Kazura. although that second part was not something he wanted to go do immediately these wounds would make doing so very bad for him. Kazura would most likely just laugh at him a bit and state how he was lucky not to be in the company anymore or else he'd have to put up with Yoko all to often. the though of speaking to his friend brought a weak smile to his face as his body began to move.

Yoko would be able to see for a few brief moments strings of crimson red that just seemed to appear off of Asmoskon's body and then wrap around him. Ransōtengai one of the most difficult yet legendary techniques a Quincy could ever even dream of preforming was being executed by Asmoskon as he leaned against the cracked wall of the room. It took only a few moments and then the crimson strings seemed to just disappear while his spiritual pressure remained abnormally high and focused. Asmoskon stood up in what appeared to be an easy execution with no difficulty whatsoever.

It was like he wasn't even hurt which wouldn't make any type of sense to most individuals that had seen what happened or what he looked like. Although he could move his body was still covered in blood and blood was still pouring from his lips as he tried to swallow it down. What might actually shock Yoko herself was that as Asmoskon stood upwards and began to walk over towards the door of the room they were now in he was moving his broken arm up and down as if he was just seeing how much damage it had taken.

Asmoskon opened up the door to the hotel room and then walked out like his body was in a fine state when in reality nothing had actually changed. Those crimson threads of reiatsu hadn't healed his body yet they simply allowed him to move like nothing was wrong. Controlling his body through the efforts of his mind was something that had been incredibly difficult to learn and now it was even more so to keep active. Keeping his reiatsu level while he thought through every motion yet at the same time made sure that he was going the right way and that he wasn't going to be shot from behind if Yoko suddenly just changed her mind.

Asmoskon made his way down the hallway to the elevator once again and after a few moments stepped inside of it. He made his way down to the lobby again and when he got there he began to walk through it towards the door that he had come in front. Everyone in the lobby just stopped and starred at him in horror. They had no clue how someone could even be moving with what appeared to be wounds bad enough that military men would be powerless to continue. Blood dripped from his body onto the floor and he just ignored all of the shuttering words and reactions of those everyone him. He had to get to a hospital or someplace that could actually heal him soonish. He had to make sure to speak with Kazura about this and explain everything sometime soon.

[Katekarin Mekatoku]

570 Tp + 100 to Yoko for Victory Total 670.

+680 TP to Asmo.