Showcase Match: Ashes to Ashes [R, NDE]

[Amagai Kuchiki]

Thread Title: Showcase Match: Ashes to Ashes
Participants: Zackary Jensen, Sargon Denumic
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: In the once lovely town of Kijō, which has now been devastated by the Tercera Espada's rage. The streets are covered in the choking reiatsu of Sargon, and there are few living civilians. The fight itself takes place on the main street of the city, as most of the buildings that are more than one floor have been leveled. Hiding options are limited, and the primary roads out of the city have been all but destroyed.
Special Conditions: First post is whoever does so first. Winner will receive a custom item. Other than that, this match is a normal PvP, no holds barred. It is worth noting that this thread will not affect the outside canon, such as with faction points, or plot development (unless all members are okay with it doing so). Play nice, settle things peacefully, and please don't be a drain on mod time with rulings.
Circumstances: Sargon Denumic grew tired of the sands of Hueco Mundo, and traveled to the human world, Japan in particular, in order to have some fun. His actions didn't go unnoticed by other groups, however, and before he'd finished destroying the first town he targeted, Xcution deployed one of their finest killers to the scene, Zackary Jensen. Unfortunately for Zack, there is no backup, no preptime. There's only a monster that needs killing, and only he can do it.

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{OOC}Meh. Bleh. Blagh. Not the best intro.

It was something different for once, which was something he could appreciate. Though it was a rather odd thing to say that this certain situation was appreciated. What with the constant assassination contracts that he had always performed, along with the duties he performed when it came to dealing with escaping Saika, something different was definitely appreciated once in awhile. The call had come in as Jensen was enroute to return to Karakura Town for a meeting with some Corporate officials, his original path being altered to send him to deal with this new issue. Honestly, it wasn't something that he fully expected. The Tercera Espada, Sargon Denumic, had been located within the town of Kijo, rampaging and destroying everything. Normally this would be an issue that Zack would leave to the Shinigami, but he had a few reasons he decided to answer this call.

While the payment for eliminated the Tercera was breathtaking, Zack agreed to this for the experience rather than the pay. He would keep the pay, of course, but he valued the chance to learn how to best combat an Arrancar. While the base combat abilities of Arrancar had been well documented and studied, Jensen wanted to better learn how an Espada fought. Sargons individual abilities, along with anything else that he could analyze, would be worthwhile information to Xcution.

The streets were desolated, the roads and buildings destroyed accompanied by the smell of smoke. It seems that the Espadas pointless rampage had decimated a good percentage of the town. Zack even wondered if there were at least three dozen survivors remaining. As he walked with a controlled pace down the road, his mind began to drift towards thoughts on the Espada. What sort of individiaul would cause such destruction? If there had been a substantial reason, then he could perhaps begin to understand it. But had there not been and this was simply an act of uncontrolled violence, what sort of mentality did that mean this Espada have?

If it were for some sort of personal reason such as; revenge or gain then maybe Zack could understand. But if this was just random destruction then it meant that Sargon had the mentality of a child. Incapable of controlling his urges and lashing out without care and remorse, and it was that thought that made Zack feel caution. If Sargon was incapable of control then it meant he would be especially dangerous. Without control he would become unrestrained, willing to let loose if he were to realize he was in a fight. It just meant Zack was going to need to finish this quickly and efficiently. Thankfully, Arrancar were not the most difficult things to kill. Their weaknesses and strengths were already well documented, and Xcution just so happened to possess some of the best tools for eradicating the mutant Hollows.

Zacks goal was to eradicate the threat with any means at his disposal. He had no intention of letting Sargon leave this town alive. This was one of the most drastic differences between the Assassin and many of the other warriors who existed in this period of history. While many of the men and women who followed the warriors way believed, in some form or another, in the rules of combat. They believed in facing their opponents head on, as if battle were some sort of duel. Zack was not like that. He was effective. He was efficient. His methods in "battle" were looked down upon, seen as cowardly tactics that the "upper class" would never rely on. Poisons, public bombings, tools, traps. Zack was not a fighter. He was an Assassin.

He was getting close, having received information on where Sargon was presently located via a recon team whom had arrived earlier than the Assassin. A dark colored mask adorned the mans face, giving him anonymity that would be rather helpful during this confrontation. There was a sort of unofficial alliance between Xcution and Las Noches...though more specifically it was between the Big Man and the Segunda Espada. But, good relations were best maintained with the strongest of the Arrancar. After all, it was possible that Kuroi Naito could lead the Espada against the Soul Society or the Vandenreich Army...or whatever enemy it was that Xcution pointed its barrel at. Regardless, now was not the time for a mental debate.

He had picked up his pace; making his way into an alleyway between one standing buildings that he assumed was a laundry mat and the wreckage of another collapsed one. Pressing his back to the wall of the still standing structure, Zack quickly peered out the side and caught a decent glimpse of the back of the Trecera. Considering Zacks natural talents it would have been impossible for the Arrancar to have picked up on his presence. With a quick touch of the Power Ring, Zack was instantly clued into what the Espada was capable of. He was actually rather impressed by the value of his Reiatsu Strength, only ever seeing such high levels in a handful of individuals. Shizuka Sanamizu, being one of the others. While that stat in particular was going to be an issue to deal with, Zack wasn't too worried about Sargons other stats.

It was time to get to work then. He stepped out into the street, keeping at least a blocks distance between himself and the Arrancar. Even if the Espada did not notice him, as he shouldn't have, Zack would catch his attention with his words. "You get one chance. Return to Las Noches or die." was all the Assassin said. Once Sargon turned around he would see the masked man, standing there with his hands hidden in his pockets. Well, Zack gave him his choice. It was now time to see if Sargon was intelligent or idiotic.Lets get this over with..

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{Items}
x2 Utility Belts
x2 Pistol Clips
x2 Ammo Clips
x2 Large Pouches
x1 Carrier Belt
x6 Medium Reiatsu Orbs
x6 Large Reiatsu Orbs
x1 Storage Scroll
x2 UE2 Handguns
x2 Silencers
x30 Sekki Sekki Bullets
x3 Daggers
x1 Convert-A-Weapon
x1 Power Ring
x1 Stealth Cloak (Suit)
x1 Awareness Band

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• [Stealth] {3}
  
  
• [Weapons: Knives] {2}
  
  
• [Martial Arts: Street Fighting] {2}
  
  
• [Movement] {2}
  
  
• [Focused Eye] {2}
  
  
• [Acting] {2}
  
  
• [Calm Mind] {2}
  
  
• [Battle Analysis] {2}
  
  

Total SKP: 17




▸Strength - [200] = [100] Points

▸Speed - [300] = [750] Points

▸Spiritual Pressure - [250] = [150] Points

▸Reiatsu Strength - [300] = [480] Points

▸Light Aura - [30] Points

▸Dark Aura - [70] Points

▸Instinct - [150] = [225] Points

▸Senses - [200] = [150] Points

▸Energy sensory - [0] Points

▸Healing Expertise - [0] Points

Total SP: [1400] Points

[Sargon Denumic]

Sitting by the fire place in the stone chair with a wine glass full to the brink with the life blood of a poor soul as it was sipped down the throat of the individual that had taken it from its producer. The Tercera Espada sat in his section of Las Noches content for the moment with the massive room that hardly held any light. He was sitting on the stone chair leaning against it holding the wine glass with his right hand as he pondered over what had been happening the last few months. It didn’t take long for him to realize that nothing had really happened since the death of the Quincy Emperor. He hadn’t gone anywhere or done anything other then begin training his Fraccion.

The fact that he wasn’t out in the middle of a war right now was infuriating. He had lived through war and hardship throughout his existence and when that wasn’t an occurrence it was simply unbearable. He had left like this about a decade ago which had led to his disappearance in Hueco Mundo. He had grown tired of the pathetic strength that the hollows at the time had wielded and decided that living in secret only hunting for what he was hungry for would give him the time to let other grow strong enough to have some fun. When he made his presence known in Las Noches he had immediately taken the ranking of one of the highest Espada by force and felt that if nothing else some of the other Arrancar within the group would prove to be of some fun.

Ironically none of them were. Sargon wondered the walls of Las Noches for the first few weeks even after obtaining his first Fraccion Aurora and found only a few of the Espada. One of which was the lowest Espada in the group and had for whatever reason released when fighting Aurora. The fact of such a thing along with the way that the individual spoke and acted labeled him in Sargon’s eyes as worthless trash that would without a doubt get replaced in the near future. In truth there was only one other Espada that Sargon had met face to face and interacted with . . Ryuun. The Cuarta Espada below him was one that he needed to keep an eye on and had so far proven to be the most interesting along with being one of the most powerful.

All of this meant nothing though it seemed. None of them were in the mood to actually attack anything. Sargon had been continuously sending his Fraccion on assignments throughout the dimensions in order to strength her through experience that way she would be able to actually handle training from him personality. That however was taking far to long then he wished and was leading to his boredom tightening around his thoughts and emotions. He had looked over the Arrancar within Las Noches that constantly trained in attempts to get stronger and none were even worth his gaze so there was next to nothing for him to actually do.

Well he had thought about simply going to the Soul Society and burning everything to the ground. He had been forced to fight alongside one of their captains something that Sargon wouldn’t forgive himself for and after that mission had actually punished himself for going against his beliefs. Aurora should count herself lucky for only receiving the punishment of near death starvation. The sensation of devouring your own flesh until you’re unsure you’re actually sane anymore was far worse. That idea as well however had been labeled as a “Not Yet” category for Sargon actually planned on attacking the Shinigami dimension with or without Kouhai’s approval in the near future with his Fraccion and any other Espada who actually would get up off their lazy asses. He couldn’t go there and destroy it all now or else there would be none for later.

Draining the blood within the glass in a few gulps Sargon reviled in the memories of a Quincy that had been unfortunate in encountering him. Reliving the events that unfolded between the two of them like he did with so many other in his collection was one of the few things keeping the Tercera in check. That was at least when there had been blood in the glass for him to drink. Now it was empty and Sargon twirled it around in his grasp looking at it in a stern expression of displeasure. “I can’t simply sit here and drink away what’s stored.” Sargon placed the glass on the arm rest of the stone chair and stood as a Garganta opened in front of him. “Time for me to have at least some kind of amusement.”

Sargon walked through the dark portal for a few moments and to any who could see the spiritual aspects of reality the dimension of the world of the living tore open in darkness as the Tercera stepped over the break between dimensions. He looked around as he stood in mid air utilizing the free flowing reiatsu of the area to form the solid ground between his feet. Sargon unlike so many of the other Espada had virtually no talent for sensing reiatsu. So for right now he just cast his gaze over the area. It took a few minutes until he saw a town off in the distance and actually began to walk towards it. “I wonder how much potential it has as a camp grounds.” Sargon began to walk across the air towards the town with his hands in his pants pockets as his psychotic grin spread across his face.

Over the next hour Sargon walked throughout the town grabbing a hold of the normal human beings in the town and killing them ruthlessly. The Tercera however stayed stern the entire time finding little enjoyment in the deaths of normal people. It was all the same and he had lived through the millions of deaths of the Holocaust and participated in his fair share on the field of battle. Normal people all died the same and nothing special ever came out of it so this was just a pointless waste of his time in hopes that something more exciting would come out of it. Sargon found himself disappointed after about half an hour and began to fire off bala destroying the majority of the city.

So here he was now bored out of his mind unable to even find enjoyment in the burning of this city now that pretty much every inhabitant that had been here was dead. He looked over the useless piece of solid land that had been claimed by society. Another flashback entered his mind of his hooves clobbering on the surface of pavement into a burning city that had been bombed. Fires on the sides of the road as men in military garb dragged citizens who cried and screamed in horror across the streets only to throw them into the flames and laugh as they burned to death. It was a short lived memory that was cut short by the sound of someone with an annoying voice.

The Tercera turned around to see the figure of a male individual who had the mental naivety to speak to him in a threatening manner. Sargon stared at the man unfazed and could tell that he was a human due to his clothing and lack of an actual sword. He could be a Quincy that was a possibility, but it made no difference what race he was for all were beneath the God of Hollows. “Perhaps human. The only thing that you should have to ask yourself is are you ready to stare death in the face.” Sargon grinned as the air got thick and hot to the point that the air itself seemed to melt. The liquid that was in the air around Sargon was being evaporated from the strength of his reiatsu.

The human would feel the immense strength of reiatsu as it weighed down on him an overwhelming sense of fear would burrow its way into his emotions. Sargon's reiatsu was flexed enough that the tar under his feet was starting to buddle with heat as there was a blighting flash of grey light over the area. Sargon caused the flash with his reiatsu and while that happened he raised his left hand and fired off a single bala where the man had been standing. Whether or not this man proved capable would mean if Sargon was going to have some fun or just destroy this town and move on to train his Fraccion.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1950/2000
Bala: {-50}

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Strength: 150 (50)
Speed: 300
Spiritual Pressure: 200
Reiatsu Strength: 400 (1400)
Light Aura: 0
Dark Aura: 100
Instinct: 250 (83.5)
Senses: 100
Energy Sensory: 100 (33)
Healing Expertise: 400 (1400)

•[Weapons: Swords] 3
•[Weapons: Shield] 3
•[Street Fighting] 3
•[Strength of Will] 3
•[Battle Focus] 3