Protectors of the living, Killers of each other

[Kitai Yoru]

Thread Title: (NDE, pvp, Asmoskon vs Kitai Yoru)
Participants: Asmoskon, and Kitai Yoru
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: PG-13
Location: A harbor on the edge of the country, relatively cut off from residential districts. A large loading vessel is docked with many storage containers. The boat runs parallel with the port.
Special Conditions:
Circumstances: After a recent accident that resulted in the death of several workers, hollows start flocking towards the port. Kitai heads over to protect the ghosts, after sensing the opening of gargantas.

[Kitai Yoru]

"Ahh, life. He sighs. Such a fleeting beauty. He proclaims, walking along the moonlit path before him. Robbed were those men who died this day. Unable to enjoy life until the end. He stops in front of the scene of the deaths. And yet, even in death, they refuse to let go, refuse to pass on. Such is the way of the weak." Jack says, and narrates, while walking the currently abandoned harbor. In front of him lay the bloodied mess that once was three hard working men. Despite the 'no-crossing' tape around the area, there were three men inside it, each with a chain protruding from their chests.

All three men looked at him in shock, and slight fear. The man stood seven feet tall, was dressed almost entirely in black, and was as pale as a ghost. They had to remind themselves how ironic that phrase was now. The man was chuckling to himself, and was staring right at the men. The reactions of the men varied, but all of them were hesitant to speak, unnerved by the aura this creepo was giving off. After nearly a full minute of staring at the unmoving man, the youngest of the three decided to finally speak up. "A-are y-y-you... death?" He asked the grinning albino.

Said albino simply laughed like a maniac, scaring the workers. "Oh, am I death he says, HEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He says, holding his head with his right hand. Instantly, all the mirth was gone, and his grin turned sickly. "Are you so blind that a mere human looks like death you!?" He said heatedly, still not losing his grin, oddly enough. "Then how can you see us? No one else could!" The other men grew a backbone after hearing that the albino was human. Humans couldn't hurt ghosts, right?

He chuckled darkly. "Well, ghost, I'm here to stop that." He made no indication of what 'that' was. The three looked around, trying to find whatever it was he was talking about. Not immediately finding the thing, they turned back to him angrily. "What kind of games are you trying t-" He was cut off by a loud, inhuman, roar. They looked up, and saw a large tear forming in the night's sky above them. They screamed, and tried to run away from whatever it was that was coming out of it.

Quickly shooting out of the garganta, a wolf-like hollow burst forward towards one of the three, intent on making a meal out of him. It's jaws were wide, bearing it's fangs, before closing it's mouth with a resounding clack. As it skidded to a stop, it realised that there was a clack where there should have been a squelch. Turning around, the hollow saw that a human was holding his meal. So the hollow charged. The human grinned, before vanishing, and the next thing the hollow knew was pain.

"Aww, ya came too soon." The human stood there, sounding strangely effeminate, as his hand reached right though to the hollow's back. And not though it's hollow hole. His grin turned wicked. "Now, BLEED FOR ME!" His second hand shot through the hollow, right where his first hand was, causing the hollow to screech loudly. Slowly, he moved his hands to the side, splitting the hollow in half, with the hollow screeching louder and louder as he did so.

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{stats&stuff}Strength - [400] Points (+100% = 800)
Speed - [400] Points (+50% = 600)
Spiritual Pressure - [150] Points (-50%=75)
Reiatsu Strength - [150] Points (-50%=75)
Light Aura - [0] Points
Dark Aura - [100] Points
Instinct - [150] Points
Senses [50] Points
Energy sensory - [100] Points
Healing Expertise - [0] Points
Total SP: [1400] Points]


[Crafting/Forging] {2}
[strength of will] {3}
[Weapons-firearms] {1}
[Martial arts: drunken fist] {2}
[anti-stealth] {2}
[stealth] {1}
[acting] {2}
[pain Tolerance] {2}

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Moving through the absurd amount of vehicles was one thing that Asmoskon normally did just for the enjoyment of actually doing something exciting. He had always done this since he had been given the motorcycle from his father. It was the last gift that he had received from his parents and he took care of it as best he could. Right now he had just finished dealing with a Vandenreich Quincy who had been in the area tracking him. The dumbass had believed that if he had been able to defeat the Renegade and bring him to the new Chancellors of the Vandenreich that he would be promoted. While that more then likely would have happened he would have never succeeded in victory against Asmoskon.

Now though he could make way back to Karakura Town. He had plans for the following morning. Hotaru was suppose to meet up with him at his apartment and the two would be training for awhile. It had been some time since the both of them trained alone together. The last time he had seen her newly obtained skill it had been when the both of them had been put to the test against the Kuchiki Head Sozen. Asmoskon was determined to make sure that Hotaru would be able to handle herself against foes that utilized distance not just melee something she still wasn't very good a handling.

So as he leans to the sides back and forth swaying around vehicles making sure never to hit any of them and damage his bike Asmoskon felt a large amount of reiatsu enter the area nearby. He lack of energy sensing was becoming a pain in the ass, but he could tell that there were a large number of hollows that just entered the world of the living. It had been so long since Asmoskon had just played the role of the guardian of a random attack, but right now he had little else to do. So he made his way over the best he could trying to find the hollows.

Making his way through the city was relatively easy for him. It took a few minutes to actually reach the harbor where everything was happening though. When he got there he saw a very large man who held height above his own by more then half a foot. The reiatsu of the man was strange though, but definitely human. What he did see that made him question this individual specifically though was the bodies on the ground around him. Asmoskon couldn't tell if they were alive or not, but they all looked to be human as well. The only other thing that gave him some kind of information was the blood on the ground and the fact that the hollow's reiatsu was gone.

"This man must have killed it, but what is he still doing here." Asmoskon couldn't tell who the man was from behind. He didn't know anyone in Xcution who wore this type of clothing other then himself. He turned off his bike and got off making sure that it wouldn't fall over. He put his hands in his jean pockets while he looked over everything one last time with his left eye. "I take it you went overboard eh?" Asmoskon knew that in the next few moments something would be decided mainly whether or not combat would ensue between him and this strange individual.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1000/500
Quincy Cross: {+500}

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Strength ❖ 100
Speed ❖ 350
Spiritual Pressure ❖ 100-50%=50
Reiatsu Strength ❖ 300x2=600
Light Aura ❖ 80
Dark Aura ❖ 20
Instinct ❖ 200
Senses ❖ 150
Energy sensory ❖ 0
Healing Expertise ❖ 0

SKP 19/19 1/8

•[Weapons: Archery] [4]
•[Acrobatics] [3]
•[Strength of Will] 3
•[Battle Analysis] [3]
•[Battle Focus] [2]
•[Crafting] [3]

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai blinked in mild surprise. Sure, he wasn't as good at sensing energy as he had been, but he should still be able to sense when someone was approaching him. Turning his head to the side, he tried to see who it was that commented on his life choices. Unable to see him, he turned around entirely, still holding the two halves of the very dead hollow. Deciding to see if he could screw with the newcomer, he put on a face of desperate confusion. "Itwasn'tmyfault!Theyweretryingtosellmerealestate!" I said in a panic rush, waving around the dead hollow halves.

What greeted the albino was a shorter man, wearing all black. Upon his right eye was a black eyepatch, that covered a lot of the right side of his face. His hair was black and slicked back, keeping out of his eyes, erm... eye. 'YEAHAHAHAHAHAHA! He's a freakin pirate! KAYAYAYAYA!' Jill screeched in his head. Kitai's hidden eye twitched in annoyance. Putting his hands down, his face switched over to a dark smirk. "Seems you're late to the party, I already killed all the game. Good to know there are still humans willing to kill these things though." His tone was dismissive, but changed to appreciative at the end.

"HA! He laughs. It looks like this twit had his eye on the prize. The prize seems to have kept it! Kukukuku! He dropped the hollow from his grasp, and covering his hand to his mouth, laughing all the while." Jack had taken over, warping Kitai's dark smirk, into one that held nothing but superiority. He ran his hand through his hair, pulling it back, up and under his hat, reveling red eyes, that sparkled with a grey hue.

This man didn't exactly look like he fit the defender type, but he knew that looks could be made to deceive. From the corner of his energy sensing ability, he felt the three souls moving away from their current location. Turning his head to the side, he screamed out to them. "HOPE YOU THREE PASS ON BEFORE I KILL YOU! HAHAHAHAAH!" He added the laughter just to scare them further. He could feel their energies moving faster away. "Ahh, the fear is so refreshin." His voice, changing to that of an older woman. His eyes had a slight pink glint to them.

Returning their attention back to the man that had approached them. "Oh, right, almost forgot about you." His eyes flickered red for a second. Raising the remaining hollow half near his face, he opened his mouth wide and took a huge bite out of the thing. A second later, the hollow was flying at the Quincy at 800 speed, with the same amount of strength. "Dodge!" He screamed immediately after. Kitai would wait to see this guy's next move before following up.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Well it seemed that this man had in fact been the pone to dispose of the hollow. However, just as Asmoskon had gathered the man wasn't entirely there it seemed. Asmoskon in many of his missions had been forced to deal with those that had gone insane due to the stress of working as a mercenary. Many of them had drove themselves insane due to the guilt that they felt after killing others. Asmoskon for some reason never felt such grief. It could be the fact that Asmoskon had only killed those that could be labeled as War Criminals or potential threats to normal human life.

While at the same time he had killed hundreds of Vandenreich. Asmoskon didn't shred a tear or feel a twinge of guilt or grief for any of them that he had slain. Not those that had taken his eye, nor those that had killed so many of his troops. Asmoskon didn't even feel sorrow for the killing of fathers or mothers not even children. He had tortured more then his fair share of Vandenreich to the point that they begged for death and only after he knew there was nothing left for them to give did he grant them mercy and allow them to pass into the next world. Not a single action had brought about the tiniest bit of guilt in the Major. So why he wondered was this man so much different. What could have caused him to go this insane.

As everything kept going Asmoskon's thoughts were only further reinforced by the actions of the man. His voice was constantly changing as was his speaking patterns. Asmoskon became serious though when he threatened the lives of the civilians nearby. He was beginning to believe perhaps this area would do better without this man. That was when the man raised the hollow and took a bite out of it. That was all Asmoskon needed to see to know that this guy was beyond control and was nothing more then some diluted human that needed to be put down for the safety of the majority.

As the hollow was thrown in his direction Asmoskon became serious and knew that tonight would end with one of them laying on the ground with a body to cold to stand up. The strength that the man threw the hollow with told Asmoskon that this was more then likely a close up physical practitioner and that he would be at a constant disadvantage if he didn't outsmart him. That was a bad thing. It's always harder to out think someone crazy because you never know what they plan to do next.

Just as the body of the hollow was going to hit Asmoskon the young Major was crouched low to the ground spinning on his knees with his upper body bent backwards and his hands out in front of him. The body flew past him and Asmoskon spun upright onto his feet again yet as he did that the pitch black longbow that earned him his name manifested in the grasp of his left hand. In one swift motion three arrows were nocked to the side of his face and gone just as fast as they had been made all aimed for the crazy son of a bitch. Asmoskon curved the arrows as they flew making them rotate around one around like the sides of a screw making evading them more difficult.


40x Datsu
Mechanical Quiver
Power Ring
G.O.D
R.O.O.T
10x Ginto Tubes
2x Plasma Swords
4x Band Holsters
10x Supaiku Shafuto
20x Ginto Shafuto
10x Gasu Shafuto
5x Sonikku Shafuto
5x Setchaku-zai Shafuto
15x Furasshu Pfeil
15x Bakuhatsu Pfeil
5x Mamushi Pfeil
5x Kojin Poison
5x Parusu Grenade (Arrows)


Remaining Reiatsu: 1380/500
Quincy Cross: {+500}
3 Class 4 Arrows: {-120}

[Kitai Yoru]

Well, the guy had some good reflexes, that's for sure. The fact that this guy had been able to dodge that hollow at all spoke volumes, especially since he hadn't been holding back on that throw. So, while the guy was breakdancing along the ground, he had decided to pick the dropped hollow half back up. He might throw it like the other half or somethin. He had stopped taking a fair amount of risks ever since that incident with Jill in the red light district in Tokyo. 'That was Jack's fault and you know it!' Jill screamed in his head, causing a piercing pain to shoot through his ear.

It might not have been actual pain, but it still hurt none the less. Rubbing his ear with his free hand, he watched the cyclops get back up after his little dodging maneuver. The hollow that had flown over his head smashed through a few buildings, he noted idly. The guy spun, once again, to his feet, with something new in his hand. "Is that..." He said, slightly mumbling. A long black bow had materialized in the man's hand, drawn back, with three arrows in hand. All pointed at him. "A bow!?" His eyes widened, beginning to move the moment the arrows did.

They flew fast, he would gladly admit. But only because they didn't fly true. They spun around in a corkscrew fashion, probably in some pathetic attempt to- "DODGING HERE JACK, SHUT THE F*** UP!" He roared at the man inside his mind as he threw himself to the left. Swinging the remaining hollow half at the arrows at an angle, causing the albino to spin on his heel. Letting the hollow go, the half sail towards the three arrows, becoming impaled in place of the fullbringer. The force of the throw fought the power behind the arrows, and caused the broken hollow to fall five feet towards where Kitai had been previously.

The madman smiled like a shark. "OH! I know what you are now!" He yelled out, running at a pace of three hundred. His little dodge before had been done at his full speed, and took a chunk out of his stamina, and he didn't want to push his luck with it right now. "You're one of those filthy Quincy I've heard so much about. He says, running for cover. Bad day for you, mongrel, Xcution just put a hit out on any of you that we come across." He told him, lying extremely well. While it may not have been perfect, it still would be too well told for someone lacking in proper analysis.

The fullbringer was wondering if he was going to be forced to use his fullbring for this. This man clearly had the advantage in range at the moment, until he could get to some shipping crates to throw at him anyway. He was hesitant to use it due to his reserves. Using it would take a lot out of him, and he didn't want to risk it if he didn't need to use it. 'Then ga up ta him an SACK EM GOOD YA IDGIT!' Jill cried out, providing him his general battle plan. But he couldn't rush him just yet.

Kitai needed a distraction first. Something that would force him to move out of the way, or at least cause him to shift his focus off of the albino for a scarce few seconds. The Quincy might have been fast, but he doubted he was faster than he himself was. Twenty feet away was a cluster of shipping containers. Seeing the man get ready to fire again, he smiled a wicked smile, as he speed towards the metal boxes with his full 600 speed, arriving behind them not a moment after. Utilizing his skills in stealth, he hid from the man, lower to the ground, away from chest level. If the Quincy followed him, he'd strike. If he sensed that he was beginning to leave, he strike then too, throwing the thing he was hiding behind at him.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon stood straight up watching the motions of this mad man. As his arrows were soaring through space getting ever closer to piercing into the flesh of the man Asmoskon was watching every detail he could get from his position. The man from what he could tell was surprised or at least somewhat startled about the arrows that were fired off at him. What Asmoskon now saw was that this man was incredible swift he managed to evade his arrows and throw the other half of the hollow in their path making his arrows tear through the body.

There was one thing that Asmoskon did find somewhat amusing while at the same time he knew that if the man kept it up it would get annoying. It seemed that while he already knew this man to be mentally unstable and practically insane it seemed that he was even more so then Asmoskon thought. Prior to evading his arrows Asmoskon had heard the sound of the man speaking almost like he was to himself and then the next thing he did was scream to get out of the way. Asmoskon was trying to understand what could push a man to be like this and only came up with one comparison to something like it.

Asmoskon would understand if he was fighting a Hollow or Arrancar and they were displaying this type of personality and mental instability. He knew that by the nature of a hollow devouring souls in order to gain strength and evolve that there were cases when the personality of all the souls would stay present. It was for that reason that Asmoskon could understand this type of behavior from one of them yet this was a human. A human displaying multiple personalities or entities sharing a single body. He didn't understand how all he knew was that trying to outsmart this man would be much harder if the personalities all preferred something different.

The man was shouting now shouts him declaring that he knew what he was now. Of course he would know though if he didn't then this man was hardly an intelligent individual even for a madman. What Asmoskon saw though now as the man ran at him was that the man was moving approximately about at half speed from what he had done in order to dodge his arrows. Asmoskon was beginning to assume that what he had displayed during that dodge had been his full speed and right now the man was conserving energy in the hopes of being victories. There was no hope for such a disillusion however Asmoskon already knew that much for sure.

That was it the voice of the man had changed once again now as he was running and shouting. Asmoskon determined that the voice he was hearing right now was the same that had been present just prior to evading his arrows. Asmoskon was simply listening while analyzing everything he could from this man's movements and speak patterns. What he got was that this persona tended to speak in a somewhat narrative manner. If the man didn't gain control over this persona he wouldn't be alive much longer. He kept babbling his mouth stating how he needed to get cover, insulting Asmoskon and then attempting to lie stating Xcution had placed a hit on any Quincy.

It was then that the man changed course and Asmoskon saw that he was moving over towards the cargo crates in hopes of getting cover from any arrows. Asmoskon was about to fire off an arrow aimed for the left thigh of the man when the man sped forwards moving at his top speed again. Asmoskon could have pulled off the shot non the less and been perfectly fine with it yet he found himself interested in dealing with this individual safely. The man wouldn't be able to keep running at his top speed forever and when the man got tired there would be no way to evade anymore.

So Asmoskon stood for a few seconds trying to see if the man was going to reappear and try some sort of attack. Yet he didn't see anything and from what he could tell the man was still just using the cargo creates as cover. He was going to have to do something in order to get at the man. Asmoskon came up with an idea and began to walk back to his bike. That was when he heard the sound of metal scrapping against the cement of the harbor. Instantly Asmoskon kneeled downwards onto his right knee and held his bow out with his left hand horizontally at the position of the cargo crate being lifted.

As all of tat happened his right hand moved backwards to the top of his quiver which thanks to the way it functioned with his thoughts already had the arrow which fit this situation best. It was like a blurred flashing motion as his hand grasp the nock of the arrow from his quiver then brought it downwards and nocked it to the bowstring. In less then a full second everything had been secure and the arrow was fired off at the cargo create that was now a few feet off the ground being held by the man. What the man might not believe was that just as he was bringing the crate up to a height which would allow him to throw it the arrow Asmoskon had fired bounced off the surface of the cement where the crate had been set right in front of him.

The arrow bounced upwards at a sharp angle and now that the man was busy holding up the large crate the arrow was roughly a foot from his left side making it look like Asmoskon had actually missed his target. This was a poly in the hopes that the man would overlook the arrow for the fraction of a second that it mattered. As the arrow moved upwards it reached about four feet up and then the shaft of it began to break off revealing it to be tiny razor blades that had been built onto the shaft. The man was in a situation where there was next to no way that he would be able to evade all of the razors. The razors were flying off at a speed of 500 with enough force to pierce through the cargo crate itself (300). everything within thirty feet of the arrow was in danger of being torn to ribbons.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1805/500
Supaiku Shafuto: {-75}
Quincy Cross: {+500}

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40x Datsu
Mechanical Quiver
Power Ring
G.O.D
R.O.O.T
10x Ginto Tubes
2x Plasma Swords
4x Band Holsters
9x Supaiku Shafuto
20x Ginto Shafuto
10x Gasu Shafuto
5x Sonikku Shafuto
5x Setchaku-zai Shafuto
15x Furasshu Pfeil
15x Bakuhatsu Pfeil
5x Mamushi Pfeil
5x Kojin Poison
5x Parusu Grenade (Arrows)

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai Yoru was many, many things. For one, he was tall, an albino, and completely, and utterly insane. He often got into dangerous situations just because he was bored. Like this for situation for example. He knew that he wouldn't be able to crap for these poor, unfortunate souls. They had died, and unlike those filthy Heretics, he couldn't simply force them along to the next life. But oh how he wished he could. Everything would be so much simpler like that. Maybe if he took one of their swords? An idea for later. Right now was reserved for this guy. The witch!

He could sense the witch turning to leave. Probably to get some sort of hoodoo bags. Not caring to let him leave, alive, he takes his chance. Sinking his hands and fingers into the metal crate in front of him, using his immense strength. Hefting the couple ton crate above he head, he prepared to throw the blue box. Sadly, the metal scraped against the concrete it was resting on, alerting patchy to his imminent attack. Cyclops over there was instantly on the move, twirling around, arrow already out of quiver, and drawn.

The arrow flew towards him. The albino threw the crate not a moment later. "HAHAHAHAAHAHA! WITCH PASTE, COMING UP! YAHAHAHA!" He laughed, fairly confident in his attack. As the crate flew, it was made apparent that he needed to work on his aim. "Ha! Ya can't throw fa s***! kukukuku!" Jill laughed, and the box slammed into the ground, a dozen feet away, taking an arrow to the knee. Or the side, whatever. "Stupid whore," He said to himself, still smiling a strained grin. "it'll still roll at him. Learn to science bi-" Before he could finish his insult, the crate exploded into sharp things after reaching halfway between them.

Eyes widening in near disbelief, the madman went on the defencive. "F*** YOU SCIENCE!" Jill screamed, as she threw herself backwards. The albino slammed into another shipping container, attempting to avoid the shrapnel. Her arms were crossed, defending both the fullbringer's face and neck. She went through the metal like paper, and fell on her butt, on the inside of the box. Right after, the metal shards tore through the crate as easily as Jill did. "'M gonna feed 'im 'is own eye." She promised darkly, a little winded from going full speed twice in a row now.

The only good thing that came out of this, was that the witch more than likely got the same treatment. Getting op slowly, Kitai a pained moan. "Death is coming for you witch. Hehehehe, and not the ones in parachute pants." Kitai walked out of his metal bed. "Fight starts now witch! I'll show you why no one uses bows anymore!" He called out to the Quincy. It was a costly toll on his spiritual reserves to use his release, this is why he rarely ever used it. But whenever he did, he always made sure it was noticed, either now, or later.

So he used it, and pulled the ace from out of his sleeve. Literally. Popping its head out of his huge sleeve, a green canon slid out of his left sleeve. "Hahahaha! Guns are the future witch!" He called out gleefully. His fullbring, the delightful cheese launcher, was primed and ready. While unknown to the Quincy, the fullbring was melded to his arm, fused near perfectly. "Kyahahahaaha! Say cheese!" Jumping to the right, Kitai aims his arm to where he sensed the bow wielder.

The madman laughed as he fired a shot of highly condensed ball of cheese towards one eye. The ball was just about the size of a basket ball, give or take half an inches, hard to tell when it was moving at a speed of 650. This thing was no pushover in the strength department either, boasting an impressive 1000 in strength. "One hit from this thing and you're done. But why settle for one giant mass of cheese, when you can have three? The pride questions no one." Following Jack's random comment, as two more bangs are heard, for a grand total of three. Wherever these things touched down on, would most definitely cause massive property damage.


Release cost: 500
Reiatsu Remaining: 250/750
Fullbring duration: 1/13

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon stood perfectly still after he had fired off his arrow. He had been unable to assess exactly what had occurred after his shot due to the crate falling and the actually plan taking place behind it. All he knew for the moment was that his arrow had been successful in getting behind the crate and next to this lunatic. After which the razors that had been attached to the sides of the shaft had been launched from the dormant position in every direction hopefully dealing harsh damage to the madman. Asmoskon although he had yet to train himself to sense reiatsu from others could sense enough to know that the madman hadn't died simply because his reiatsu was still presence.

All of this meant that Asmoskon would more then likely have to take the individual more seriously and start utilizing his true strengths against him. That was when Asmoskon gazed through the wreckage of the first crate and saw the large man step out from another crate. The hole he stepped through was barely large enough for him and Asmoskon assumed that in order to buy himself even a bit of time the man must have run through the metal of the crate in hopes of preventing the razors. Asmoskon couldn't see from his location whether or not the man had been hit by some of the razors yet knew that the crate couldn't have stopped them by itself.

That was when the man shouted out to him declaring that he was now going to show him why bows in the modern era were no longer a weapon of choice. Asmoskon on the outside made no change yet mentally he was growing tired with this idiotic lunatic who obviously by now didn't know when it was best to retreat and what could actually been deemed dangerous. Asmoskon caught slightly movement from the man's arm however and then from just outside the sleeve made out the form of some type of large metal weapon. He didn't need to go through the possibilities on what it actually could be however as the idiot declared right then that guns were the future. "So it comes down to who can hit who . . you truly are a moron."

It was then that the man jumped to the right and his arm moved taking aim at Asmoskon. Watching Asmoskon saw a large projectile come from the cannon Fullbring. Asmoskon now had all the information that he would actually need and there was no hope for this lunatic to success victories. All he could hope for now was mercy whether or not he received it was actually the question to this conflict. The projectile was moving towards him at a decent speed. Faster than Asmoskon himself would be able to move yet slower than one of his arrows. Asmsokon utilized Movement moving to the left putting more distance between himself and this lunatic. As he did so the first projectile smashed into the ground behind where he had been and crushed the ground making a crater indent.

Asmoskon's left eye twitched as he felt the vibration through the ground from the impact and knew that the actual power behind each hit was what was dangerous about this man's Fullbring. As the next two projectiles were fired from the cannon Asmoskon pulled back on his longbow and in a flash of blinding speed released a small volley of arrows. Asmoskon was one of the greatest archers to have ever been born in any plane of existence and that was why the outcome of this battle was inevitable. This man had fired off two shots which moved right towards him in a strait line. Asmoskon had fired off fifteen arrows in roughly a full second. All of his arrows were soared towards the man and where he was actually moving arcing through the air with Asmoskon guiding them to their target.

As the two shots neared him Asmoskon executed a backflip putting him off the ground just enough that the first projectile passed under him and he could feel the air around it force his hair to the side. The second projectile was only a moment behind and Asmoskon to many would be unable to get away without utilizing his step technique. However, There were other things he could do with his bow besides shoot arrows from it. Just as the second projectile was nearly him and he started to drift downwards to the ground again his right hand extended downwards and his bow touched the ground. Asmoskon's Olympic skill at acrobatics allows him to briefly hold himself in this position as the second shot passed through. Both shots crushed the ground behind him and now Asmoskon flipped away from them and as he landed on the ground his arrows were all just about upon the lunatic.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1705/500
Quincy Cross: {+500}
Class 4 Arrows (15): {-600}

[Kitai Yoru]

"HAHAHAHA! I'LL KILL YOU YET WITCH!" He shouted with twisted glee. This archer, this man, he held something in him, something that Kitai could spot near instantly. This witch held the sin of pride. Kitai glared at the man from behind his veil of hair. Of the seven sins, pride was the most hated. Pride birthed arrogance. Arrogance kept people from truly learning about one another, thus killing any chance for peace, thriving on the suffering of the weak. Whether or not this one-eyed archer was drowning in his own sin had yet to be discovered. He spoke very little, one sentence to be exact, but from the weapons he used, to using dance moves to dodge, spoke volumes.

Bows, archaic weapons no longer needed or relevant for the current era of weapon play. 'Stupid evil magic witches...' He inwardly complained, and despite having three other voices in his head, received no positive feedback. In fact.... "Oh quit your whining you gluttonous lunatic! Let a real man hunt if you are incapable of doing so yourself! The hansom Jack, said, taking over." Kitai received quite the opposite, getting kicked down from his position on top. Jack wore an arrogant smirk, as he slicked back his hair, revealing hateful grey eyes to the world. The pride continued running forward, watching as the Quincy elegantly dodged the hulking projectiles his fullbring released.

"You dance well witch, but I have yet to see you actually fight! He called out, goading the leather-clad archer." The Quincy replied with some words, hidden under his breath, as well as a good dozen arrows. He couldn't actually tell the exact count, but he was VERY good at math. Wooden arrows plus cheese missile equals broken f**king arrows. A gleam of overconfidence shone bright in the corner of his eye, looking at the demi-human as if he were a child, shooting plastic arrows, and trying to be Robin Hood.

"Is that all, swine!? Can the deranged holler from Jack." With a speed kept previously hidden, the smirking man swung his cannon at the arrows, while stopping his forward motion. The pride fired, not one, not two, but THREE basketball sized hunks of liquid cheese at the swarm of pointy wood. While he would never admit it.... ever, he knew that he couldn't take chances with this slime. This guy was fast, fast enough to dodge his fullbring, and he didn't want to tango with him for longer than he had to. And he knew how to do just that.

As the three cheeses flew through the arrows, the fullbringer leapt through the opening that was left in their wake, grabbing on to the beginning of his masterpiece, as the three fused onto one, holding a combined strength of 1400. But that wasn't all. Unfortunately for the archer, the first three rounds weren't out of the game. Wobbling back to life, the three flew towards each other, merging into one, holding an equal strength to the one now flying towards Asmoskon's front. Not wanting to be left out, Jack had it fly for where the biker stood, now having two projectiles gunning for his position.

Letting go of the dairy bullet, the pride left to the side, watching the whole scene play out. This was mostly a win-win scenario. If the man didn't dodge, like he would get that lucky, he would be ketchup. If he did dodge, which he doubtlessly would, the two bullets would collide, creating a massive shockwave, while simultaneously fusing the two together, leaving it as a cheese ball with a strength of 2000. "Do or die time witch! Lets see how well you momba without a body!" He grinned, landing on the ground at the same time that the cheese bullets collide with the earth.

Reiatsu Remaining: 250/750
Fullbring duration: 2/13

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

The surface of the ground was always a welcome sensation after executing a dangerous acrobatic maneuver it was always that no matter how many times he did it Asmoskon couldn't not feel relief afterwards. If he had messed up or misjudged the trajectory of those orbs that this lunatics cannon fired he more than likely would be in critical condition. He had seen the force that these orbs or orange material packed and knew that if he was hit his bones wouldn't be able to take it and would not only break, but more than likely shatter. That didn't mean that he'd lose right there, but he knew it would severely hider his skill.

Standing now and watching as the lunatic ran from his arrows he knew it wasn't going to last another moment or two his arrows were more than twice the speed of this Fullbringer. Even if this lunatic could out speed Asmoskon himself he wouldn't have the speed to continuously stay out of his arrows reach. Eventually they were going top pierce into him whether he ran or not the only chance he had of securing safety was to actually destroy the arrows. Asmoskon watched from his position evaluating every action and saw that the man was planning on doing that very action.

Asmoskon watched as the man fired his cannon again destroying the arrows that were just about upon him. His accuracy needed work, but he did manage to fire at the appropriate angle that the shot was still coming towards him now. He was going to have to evade he knew that yet just when he started to move he heard something. A stone suddenly hit the ground and Asmoskon turned his head with what little time he had at his disposal. He saw the previous orbs fusing together off of the ground and in that moment he got a new understanding of this Fullbring. Just as the orbs were closing in on him though Asmoskon vanished utilizing Hirenkyaku. The lunatic more than likely would see him as Asmoskon moved straight up into the air.

However, the shockwave from the two orbs smashing into another sent Asmoskon off balance for a moment and flipping through the air. It only lasted a moment though as Asmoskon realized that he could actually use this to his advantage. He was about fifty feet in the air in the darkness which hid his position. As he flipped forwards he managed to take sight of the lunatic who was down where the lights were still present. His quiver suddenly started to move in a flurry of movement and Asmoskon brought his hand backwards pulled out two different arrows from the quiver. It didn't take more than another second and his arrows were fired off towards the lunatic. "Heavenly father embrace your will upon the forsaken. Grasp of the darkness till there be light. Shall nothing fade from your fingers for the world will be engulfed in darkness." Asmoskon whispered the incantation as he flipped through the air still roughly fifteen feet above the ground.

The first arrow that had been fired with just enough of a time difference that it would have the surprise element was one that would suddenly strike the lunatic and instantly explode like a grenade with an offensive power of 400 directly against his chest. That wasn't the only thing though the lunatic whether he tried to evade the arrow or not unless he somehow managed to utilize his step technique prior to seeing Asmoskon or the arrow would be caught in the spell that had just been cast as soon as the arrow got near him. Prior to the explosion the lunatic would feel slight pain and find that his joints had been embedded with silver spikes. One of each of his elbows, knees and one in the back of his neck. This battle was finished as he would be powerless to move and the tip of the arrow would strike his chest only to then explode.


He'd be left there still unable to move in the same position yet from everything Asmoskon could tell he would be heavily wounded. In the following moment though the other arrow hit the ground in front of the lunatic and began to tick. Asmoskon was nearing the ground now still flipping forwards through the air as he closed his left eye and the arrow in front of the lunatic suddenly released a high powered flash of light that would leave him blinded. "This is over and you can no longer harm others with you're mindlessness antics." Asmoskon was standing now behind him his short bow in his right hand as he fired off an arrow from behind the man aimed to pierce through the center of his chest.

Remaining Reiatsu: 2205/500
Quincy Cross: {+500}
Heilig Opfer: {-100}
Class 2 Arrow (1x): {-60}

Remaining Equipment

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40x Datsu
Mechanical Quiver
Power Ring
G.O.D
R.O.O.T
10x Ginto Tubes
2x Plasma Swords
4x Band Holsters
9x Supaiku Shafuto
19x Ginto Shafuto
10x Gasu Shafuto
5x Sonikku Shafuto
5x Setchaku-zai Shafuto
14x Furasshu Pfeil
14x Bakuhatsu Pfeil
5x Mamushi Pfeil
5x Kojin Poison
5x Parusu Grenade (Arrows)

[Kitai Yoru]

Ooc: I'm not entirely sure I can finish this. The winner is asmo. Sorry for wasting your time....

[Zeich Yajuu]

Since this battle was not properly finished, no winner will be declared.

Kitai - 30 paragraphs = 300 TP
Asmo - 31 paragraphs = 310 TP