The Unnatural Ones

[Impossible]

Thread Title: Pvp, NDE
Participants: Impossible, Skoll Koryu
World: Human World
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: PG-13
Location: A park in the Human world that was once a naval air base. A long air strip runs down the center of the park, with a jungle gym on the one side and dense woods on the other side. The strip is two hundred feet wide, and five miles long.
Special Conditions: None.
Circumstances: Impo is strolling through a local park at night playing a new game. Skoll shows up, and Impo is forced to act due to the nature of the wolf, and is unwilling to take any risks with the beast.

[Impossible]

"NO! Ugh, COME ON, NO!" A certain glowing man yelled out loud. Said man stood six feet tall, and was anything but normal looking. The man had glowing white hair, currently with red streaks running through parts of it. The hair floated about as if it were under water, trailing behind him as the annoyed man strolled forward. His skin was a similar shade of glowing pale, only with red blotches of color on his skin. His glaring eyes were different from each other. His left eye resembled that of a hollow, with a white pupil, a radioactive green iris, and a black sclera, while his right eye was simply a royal purple, with no visible parts of the eye. Both glowed.

His teeth were gnashed together in anger, glowing an especially bright shade of white, almost like high beams, but the man didn't notice at the moment. This man was known as Impossible, or Impo for short. He was not a human, or at least he wasn't one anymore. He was actually a failure, though he adamantly denies this fact, refusing to believe he is anything other than a human. He was currently playing a newly released game that involved catching monsters by throwing tiny cubes at them. Unfortunately for Impo, he was a terrible shot, and missed most of his throws.

He swiped his glowing finger, currently a crimson red hue, and tossed another cube at a chuckling bat creature. The stupid thing dodged it, right as Impo ran out of things to chuck at the creature. It simply laughed as it flew around before 'fleeing'. Most of Impo's body, as well as a majority of his hair, glowed a furious red. "RAAAAAAAAAGH! YOU SON OF A B#*CH! I'M GONNA-AHHHHHHHHHHHHH" He yelled to the skies, as he attempted not to rip out his hair, clutching it angrily. He looked pissed, but quickly took some deep breaths to try and calm himself down.

The color slowly drained from his hair and body, though small sections of red remained on his skin of varying sizes, often fluctuating in size. He shut off his phone and shoved it into his pocket. "I don't know why I play that crappy game... Just gets me PISSED!" He said to himself, as he walked over towards the playground off the side of the airstrip. He took a seat on the swingset, gently kicking himself back and forth. Impo looked up towards the night's sky. It was a beautiful night out. It wasn't too hot or too cold, sitting at a happy medium. Their were minimal clouds in the sky, and hanging up above the world so high was a brilliantly golden full moon.

On nights like these, it give everyone a perfect chance to just relax. Impo sighed in content. He even remembered to get bug spray this time. Now he didn't have to constantly use his flood-I mean fullbring, yeah fullbring, to keep the bugs away. So Impo just sat there for about two more minutes, swinging lightly back and forth, until his energy sensory picked something up. Turning his head towards the long road of concrete, he saw... something at the edge of the forest. He could sense something akin to Hell energy. Groaning loudly, he got up and started walking towards it, letting out his 'fullbring', and had it surround him entirely for five feet in all directions, not knowing what to expect.

Whatever it was, he couldn't let it wonder about without deeming it safe for humans or not. He deemed it in the 'not' category at the moment. And since his job at UE was basicly protect everything human, he had to deal with it. Impo normally wasn't one for starting fights, but considering the last time he dealt with something that felt similar to this, he found a bus filled with blood instead of gas, he wasn't taking chances. Once he reached the edge of the airstrip, he would call out to the thing. "HEY! A$$ HOLE!" He cupped his hand to his mouth as he tried to get its attention. Whatever the thing was, it would hear his words as if he was speaking its native tongue, instead of the english that he was speaking.

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{Stats and skills} [Strength - (75-.25%) 56 points
Speed - (100-.25%) 75
Spiritual Pressure - 100 points
Reiatsu Strength - 600 points
Light Aura - 100
Dark Aura - 0 Points
Instinct - (210+50%) 315 points
Senses - (150+50%) 225 points
Energy sensory - (150+50%) 225 points
Healing Expertise - 0 points]

[Analyzing ] {2}
[Lack of Fear] {2}
[Strength of Will] {2}
[Battle Analysis] {2}
[Learning] {2}
[Mental incantation] {2}
[Calm mind] {2}

[Skoll Koryu]

Tonight wasn’t such a bad night, a change of pace from the normal. A nice, cool night with a hint of a breeze, a full moon rising up above the trees, and no one around as far as Skoll could see; it might actually prove to be a relaxing evening, a rarity in the wolf-demon’s lifetime. A half-breed of Sinner origins on both sides, the Nakabakki lived a life full of strife and hatred from those around him, and he returned it in kind, anger and scorn being his defenses against those who would seek to harm what little of his psyche remained. As a result he came off as crude, spiteful, and generally unpleasant to those he encountered, and this caused him no end of stress and frustration as he found few people he could tolerate being around.

The shadows hit the jet-black lupine from view, the camouflage ruined only by the fiery runes that snaked along his arms before disappearing beneath a makeshift scarf of gray cloth, glowing faintly like embers beneath the fur. Only those markings, along with the glowing golden eyes that marked most lupines, shone in the darkness. Yet despite this, Skoll was comfortable, his ability to see easily in natural darkness making it so that he had no difficulty navigating through the trees. His tall height required him to duck beneath branches here and there, but again it was little bother; with no one to disturb him and no reason to hurry, Skoll took his time walking through the woods, taking in the night air, and appreciating the beauty of the full moon hanging overhead.

The half-demon gave a rare hint of a smile as he fought back a sardonic urge to howl; there was no lupine instinct that made them howl at night, merely the fact that many were nocturnal, but who was he to disparage perfectly good rumors? Besides, if the humans thought there was some kind of wolf in the woods, they’d probably be more inclined to stay away. Of course, Skoll still refrained from doing so, unwilling to stoop to an embarrassing act like that. Even a mutt like him had pride from time to time; he refused to make a spectacle out of himself if he could avoid it. Even if there wasn’t anyone to watch and laugh at him.

And then it all went to hell. “Hey! Asshole!” Pointed ears perked up, and the half-relaxed expression that was so uncommon on the half-demon’s muzzle faded into a customary snarl of anger as his eyes roamed across the trees. He spotted a glowing figure standing not far off, and Skoll realized after a moment that he was closer to the edge of the forest than he had thought. “God fucking damnit, I would have to run into some asshole who glows in the dark. Why can’t I ever catch a goddamn break.” Growling to himself, Skoll didn’t run away, as most would do when they wanted to avoid contact with another. Instead, he strode forward, rising up to his full seven-and-a-half-foot height, his golden eyes narrowed with anger.

One good greeting deserved another, and Skoll was happy to reciprocate with a response of his own. “Hey! Glowbug fucktard!” His tone was filled with anger and scorn as always, a negative edge to his words that suggested that he wanted little to do with anyone else and certainly nothing to do with this shining example of idiocy. Who else shouted at a figure in the darkness like that? “I don’t know what the fuck you want, but I really don’t like people. I tend to break ‘em in half… and that’s in bed, not in battle. That’s worse.” And there was the Big Bad Wolf persona, the tough-guy attitude that Skoll gave to everyone. The alpha male, the dominant, the boss. Everyone was below him.

Stepping from the trees, Skoll stood visible in the individual’s glow, his arms crossed across his front. It gave the man a chance to see the large, lupine figure, the lean, wiry frame, the stolen articles of clothing that made up his outfit, and the chain-bearing tail that clanked with every light motion, the links clattering against one another. In turn, Skoll got a better chance to examine the man he was confronting. The unusual eyes, the white hair with red streaks, and the glowing white skin with patches of red all made him a very strange figure. Skoll couldn’t help but give a sardonic smirk, his eyes still angry even as his muzzle twisted into a cruel hint of a grin. “Man, what kinda fuckin’ freakshow did you fall out of, and where can I send you back? Do I need to plug you into the wall, or do you just shove batteries up your ass to glow all the fuckin’ time?”

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{Skoll’s Stats}Strength - [50] (50) Points

Speed - [100] (100) Points

Spiritual Pressure – [75 x 2] (150) Points

Reiatsu Strength – [100 x 2] (200) Points

Light Aura - [35] Points

Dark Aura - [65] Points

Instinct - [75] Points

Senses - [50] Points

Energy sensory - [50] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [500] points

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{Skoll’s Skills}

• [Special – Mimicry*] 1
  
  
• [Pain Tolerance] 1
  
  
• [Strength of Will] 1
  
  
• [Battle Analysis] 1
  
  
• [Learning] 1
  
  
• [Memory] 1

*The Mimicry skill does not act to serve as a perfect basis to copy anything the user sees, but instead just serves as a prerequisite for the Unbridled Learning technique, with points in this Skill making it possible to learn stronger and more complex techniques (See Unbridled Learning for more information)

[Impossible]

As the creature stepped out of the forest, it revealed itself to be some kind of wolf demon, or at least it had the appearance of one. And unfortunately, it had the mouth of a sailor, swearing at Impo seven ways to Sunday. Impo simply stared for a moment, mouth slightly agape as the werewolf dishes out a verbal onslaught. Then Impo begins to react. First his skin and hair lose their red hues, and are replaced with a sad looking blue. Then the red fights back, covering most of his visible flesh, and a tick mark is formed out of a few random lines for a moment, before more crimson red fills it in.

Impo puts out a grin, that clearly isn't happy, as he glared at the beast. "Aww, doggy knows how to talk! It seems that someone trained you well!" He said in a cooing tone. His flood twitched violently, glowing the same angry red as his body. Then his expression turned smug. "I mean, I figured that a slobbering mutt like yourself would be about as dumb as a hollow, considering you look and smell like you clean yourself with your own s#*t." He told him, pinching his nose shut, as he based his hand to clear up the air.

Impo was well and ready to throw down, but he wanted the last word in before the fight started. Because if he was going to kick this thing in the a$$ so hard, it'd fly into next week, then he wanted to do it metaphorically, and verbally. "And you have a f*#king chain on your tail! Who are you to ask about that, when anyone can just grab that and f*&k you like the b@#ch you are?" He was extremely uncomfortable saying that, and would normally never make that joke, but he also really didn't like the battery comment, so he figured it was even.

The smug look on his face practically fell off, turning back into a glare with his lips set into a deep frown. His twitching flood suddenly calmed down, right before several tendrils shot out towards the Hellspawn. Each of these looked extremely sharp, and didn't seem to cause the sphere around the 'fullbringer' to decrease in mass. The extending spikes in actuality, however, were nothing but colored air. If they touched Skoll, they wouldn't pierce him. If they did touch him though, it would still be equally as bad for the wolf.

They were moving at the same speed as the glowing man, and thus weren't especially fast, so they'd be fairly easy to dodge, but were still very dangerous. If they touched the furry fiend, he would be subject to the effect the flood. The moment they touched Skoll, the beast would be moved closer to Impo. In fact, he would be three feet away, facing away from him. Once he realized what had happened, it would be too late, and he would be blasted in the back by a Cero. If he tried to use a step tech to dash away, he would find himself slamming into the ground, as Impo would sense the reiatsu build up, and angle the creature towards the earth.

If the wolf man did dodge away, then the failure-er, 'fullbringer', would fire from his hand, a wordless Bakudo number nine Geki. It would fly down one of the tendrils to the side in a straight line. The moment before it left the space that the flood though, it would vanish, and reappear at the tip of the closest part of his flood nearest the wolf. If it hit him and stunned the wolf, it would be met with a cero while it was disabled. Impo really didn't appreciate the comments about his skin condition. It never failed to set him off, and would follow up with a Bala if Skoll dodged the Geki.

If the wolf man decided to be cheeky and step somewhere behind him, Impo would still be able to sense him. Any melee attack would put the furred beast into a similar situation as the first one, and would end the fight rather quickly. The glowing man would turn to face him, but would not move from his spot, regardless of whatever the Hell hound did. If the male whatever decided to use any ranged abilities, Impo would use his flood to deflect them away, and would respond with a wordless Hado number four Byakurai from his middle and index finger, fired from his hip.

Ooc: Done on phone, will and color when I get home, and costs after you respond.

[Skoll Koryu]

Skoll smirked as he saw the effect of his taunt on the glowbug before him; the guy shifted from red to blue, and back to red again, an obvious shift of moods that flickered between anger, hurt, and back to anger in a few moments. It was nice to have such a visual cue for his taunts, and certainly it was plenty encouraging for a bullying persona like Skoll’s to continue his teasing. It got even better as the freak decided to throw a few insults back, weak ones compared to his opening; the wolf just smirked, a dark scowl crossing his face as he relaxed into a more cocky pose. His arms crossed before his chest, and his head tilted slightly to the side, as if he was waiting for something better.

“Doggy? I pinned your glowing ass as a detriment to your sight, but I wasn’t aware you were blind, freak. But whatever you want to think, ya little fucker. Don’t try too fuckin’ hard though, you might blow a bulb.” Smirking, he stepped forward, a hint of aggression to his body language. “And I can’t help that your shitty sense of smell can’t begin to compare to that of a proper wolf, freakshow, that’s on you. I’m sure your human world has shithead quacks for that.” His eyes gleamed as they watched the man’s colors shift and change with his moods, his feral snarl growing more by the moment.

The chain comment did get the faintest hint of irritation out of Skoll, though, and was probably the first point that the flickering freak before him had actually scored in their encounter. But he brushed it off; he was in too good of a mood to let his temper flare up just yet. Instead he just simply started forward in a dash, moving at his top speed; he wasn’t terribly fast, but it was enough that it would only take a second or two for the wolf-demon to close the distance between the two of them. A hand curled up into a fist as he charged forward, bringing it up to deck the freakish human before him across the face. It wouldn’t be too bad, given his modest strength; the guy would probably be knocked down with a severe bruising across his face, but given that he was a human, it would probably be enough to make him run away. That’s all Skoll really wanted; to be left alone.

Suddenly, tendrils of twitching Reiatsu seemed to flow from a mass that Skoll only now noticed around his opponent, and the wolf was forced to dodge with a creative string of expletives that seemed to involve the use of Reiatsu tendrils in very explicit ways. Fortunately, it wasn’t too hard to stay ahead of them, though Skoll had to remain at a full sprint while the glowbug didn’t have to move an inch. It irked the half-demon wolf, and he quickly decided that it was time to take a more direct approach to this battle. Immediately, his Reiatsu would start to shift, his spirit seeming to twist and alter itself until it took on a new pattern, one capable of using a flexible variety of spiritual techniques regardless of what race they came from.

The wolf… no, the monster, a twisted being who could pick up techniques from just about anyone and use them right back, raised a hand and prepared the most simple of Kido, a Hado #1: Sho. There would be no visual indicator, and he snarled the spell name under his breath, the sound carrying low enough that a simple human wouldn’t be able to pick it up. A simple wave of pure force would shoot across the battlefield, barely even a ripple if that, and would fire across the distance, shooting through the tendrils surrounding the freakish human and blasting him onto his ass. It was a simple technique with minimal visual cue aside from the movement of the hand, and being pure force it was practically invisible. The guy wouldn’t see it coming, Skoll was sure.

Skoll’s Reiatsu: 1270/1500 (-200 for Lore of the Spirit, -30 for Sho (25 + 20% increase due to Lore of the Spirit))

Lore of the Spirit: 1/5

[Impossible]

"[Smear:0066cc]A wolf, HA! Your mangy looking a$$ would barely pass as a coyote. So why don't you go chase those road runners back into that pit in the underworld you call home and leave us humans in peace![/smear:ff0000]" Impo was completely red at this point, with no visible shades of white left on his body, save for his headlight bright teeth. He was truly well and pissed, almost in a snarl like his opponent was. When his furred foe swung his clawed fist at him though, instead of his claws for some reason, and had to back off because of his flood, it brought an arrogant smirk on his face.

"[Smear:0066cc]What? Scared of playing with my fullbring mutt? It doesn't hurt, see?[/smear:ff0000]" He said, still grinning that obnoxious smirk, as he waved his hand around the flood. It moved through the reiatsu mass as if it were simple air. Although it was clear that touching the ability would be likely fatal to the chained soul, as they both knew quite well, he was still going to taunt the beast for his hasty escape. It was just too easy not to. He could see it on his face. The fact that the wolf had to dodge while he himself did not.

He was a fairly perceptive person, someone who loved the fact that he could read the moods of others so well. That was probably one of the only reasons he could guess what came next. The wolf, who literally just tried to knock his lights out, was standing back, making no attempt to get in close. Raising a glowing red eyebrow, he activated his energy sensory ability to see what was up. To his complete and utter shock, the monster no longer felt like a member of the Hell race. No, now he felt like one of those annoying samurai that always yelled at him.

Then there was the ripple of energy heading his way. Letting out a startled cirse, he brought his hand up and released a quick Bala to counter the nearly invisible attack. The ability would rip right through the ability, heading straight for the wolf. At this point, most of the red had faded away, replacing itself with the previous white, and a shocked yellow. He just looks at the other creature for a moment before responding. "[Smear:0066cc]You're a werewolf mage!?[/Smear:c0c0c0]" He said, his mouth agape, not even realizing that he admitted to him being a wolf.

"[Smear:0066cc]Why in the f#&k are you a mage!? What happened to using those big a$$ claws to hit people? Did you suck too much to be a proper wolf man like mamma always wanted you to be!?[/Smear:c0c0c0]" Never in his life did the failure expect to meet a werewolf shooting magical attacks like he did. It just wasn't done! Though to be honest, he never expected to meet a werewolf either. The realization dawned on him. This was a frigging werewolf. Still using his energy sensory to keep track of what his opponent was doing, ready to use a bala to defend himself if need be, he palmed his face in grief. "[Smear:0066cc]Oh why me!? If Kitai ever finds out about you, I'll never hear the end of it![/Smear:c0c0c0]"

Gaining a sudden burst of determination, Impo threw his flood to the ground before him, not letting it touch his feet. He activated an ability he made himself, known as his 'failure's gift'. In a few seconds his flood would no longer be air, and instead would be made of water. But for now, it was disabled. He was vulnerable in a sense, dropping his shield to get a stronger one. If the beast decided to take advantage of this momentary opening and attacked with another ability like before, Impo would respond with a cero. If the wolf decided to charge the failure, he would Shunpo to the side and attack with a Geki.

Likewise, if the wolf man charged, he would still be crossing over top the fallen flood, which would return next post as a liquid version of itself, leaving the beast unable to dodge the reiatsu mass. Regardless, the unstable being wouldn't be the one starting the attack, not when he only had one defense, that was currently pooled up around his feet. Not yet water, and not yet air, the flood was in between two states of matter that didn't mix. It still glowed red, with yellow blotches here and there, just like his skin only lacking the white.

Bala: 25 reiatsu
A failure's gift: 400 reiatsu
Remaining reiatsu: 575/1000

[Skoll Koryu]

Skoll was starting to get annoyed, this much was obvious; his good mood was evaporating as quickly as it had come, and his eyes were narrowing into a more murderous slant, his teeth bared and a growl escaping his lips. It wasn’t the coyote comment; normally he’d just fire back how blind humans were if they couldn’t tell a mongrel from a proper wolf. But the second one, the taunting about his forced evasion of the cloud-like tendrils that swirled about the freak, was starting to become irritating. Of course he was going to dodge something he had never seen, especially when there was a good chance that this asshole was going to act with fatal force. They always did overreact to the sight of a demon like him…

His spiritual shift caused a wave of shock to run through the freakshow though; Skoll was surprised at the human’s reaction as his colors shifted rapidly, astonished that his changed spirit was detected so easily. It was strange now; it wasn’t that it wasn’t hellish spirit now, but it was a fluid, loose one whose nature leaned towards spiritual adaptation, allowing him to make use of Reiatsu-based techniques from multiple races. Unfortunately, he had only picked up some basic Kido, so he probably felt like a Shinigami, as that was the only thing his soul could shift to align with. It was still handy, however, the Sho rippling across the air, ready to impact the human glowbug… before a blast of energy obliterated the technique and hurtled across the battlefield.

Surprised and unable to react in time, Skoll was caught dead-on by the Bala. He was fortunate that though his opponent had a powerful spiritual strength, Bala were more concussive and less explosive; the impact was enough to send him flying backwards into a tree near the end of the forest, his arms brought before him to defend, yet it wasn’t enough to reduce the impact on his body. His ribs and arms creaked simultaneously, and the blow to his back from striking the tree left the half-demon’s spine bruised and aching. Every bit of him felt like it had been shaken, thrown about, and then stomped on as he slumped to the ground, feeling his body protest.

But it wasn’t for naught; even as Skoll’s form ached with the pain of impact and heavy bruising that covered most of his torso and arms, his spirit seemed to shift again as his strange, demonic instincts analyzed and picked up the composition and use of the Bala, analyzing its structure and creation before conveying it into his mind in a dizzying storm of information that told him little about the why and enough about the how to learn the basics of how to perform it. The needed Reiatsu composition, the shape of his soul, and the formation of the Bala; these were the things that the Nakabakki picked up in the moment of reeling impact.

His soul shifted again, but Skoll didn’t need to waste more Reiatsu to do so; Lore of the Spirit made his spirit more flexible, more prone to shifting its Reiatsu composition to be able to use spiritual techniques from any race. Only spiritual ones, of course; it didn’t change his muscles to allow him to use Shinigami Hakuda or anything like that, but it did let him perform a variety of Reiatsu-based techniques from different races. In this case, it would be very evident in a moment, once the half-demon pushed himself to his feet. He was going to surprise the freakshow with his own technique, fired back at him…

“...Did you suck too much to be a proper wolf man like mamma always wanted you to be!?”

Oh, that did it. Skoll’s hackles raised, and his gaze became murderous as he pushed himself up from the ground, his whole body shaking with barely-contained rage. Of all the things that this… this… freak could have thrown at him, this was by far the worst. Skoll admitted he had issues; he had a fucked-up childhood, and his mother was central to it. A child of rape, the half-demon had been burdened with the knowledge that it was somehow his fault that his mother was in poor health after his birth, something to do with his demonic heritage. He had been the one blamed for the death of his siblings, for the later complications and death of his mother, Freya. Skoll had always taken that blame and guilt upon himself, and for years had tormented himself with the knowledge that his mother was gone, and it was all his fault. He was the only one he could blame, and he hated himself for it.

Skoll had also grown up with stories of Freya’s beauty, of her kindness and her grace. She had been the perfect woman to many of the men in the Volsung pack, and Baldr had been the one lucky enough to take her as his mate. Freyr was known to be loving, generous, free-spirited, powerful not in body, but in presence, her words moving those around her. As a pup, Skoll had dreamed desperately of a life with her present, of the happiness he might have felt, of the person he might have been. But then the dreams faded as the waking nightmare came about once more, and the demonic wolf was reminded that it was his fault that these things could not come to be.

“Shut the fuck up before I rip your goddamn intestines out, wrap them around your throat, and strangle you with them until you beg me for mercy!” Skoll snarled, his words barely coherent. He charged forward in a fury, rage filling his eyes, his expression feral and wild as he closed the distance. His fist shot forward again as another Sho incantation came stumbling out from between clenched teeth. The blast of invisible energy shot forward, propelled across the distance at the glowing human, but a moment later, a second blast emerged from his open palm. This time it wasn’t a wave of pure force, but a compressed blast of spiritual energy that suddenly shot through the Sho with amazing speed, carrying it forward that much more quickly and causing both attacks to hit at the same time. Both would be concussive force, one focused, one spread, so it wouldn’t be as easy to divert a single attack with a single Bala.

Skoll’s Reiatsu: 1270/1500 (-30 for Sho (25 + 20% increase due to Lore of the Spirit), -30 for Bala)

Lore of the Spirit: 2/5

((OOC: As per Unbridled Learning, after being hit with Bala, Skoll now knows Bala at the “learned” level.))

[Impossible]

Impo had next to no idea what in the f#*k he was sensing right now. At first he had thought that this thing was just another beast from the next life, like he encountered so many times before. Sure, he could tell that he was from Hell, and that was probably the most confusing part about the whole thing. This thing was from Hell, and should only have one reiatsu signature, should only feel like one race, so why did this guy's spiritual pressure keep switching around like it couldn't make up its mind on what it wanted to be?

Yes, in the last few minutes, the wolf's spiritual pressure swapped from being that of a Hell denizen, to being that of one of those samurai looking b@$!&rds that called themselves Shinigami. He never did get a good explanation on what they were, only Kitai's insane ramblings about them being Heretics and needing to be eradicated. Naturally he ignored the 'wise' words of his teacher, though he couldn't help having a little bit of that distrust of his rub off on him, making him wary of the race.

At first he thought his energy sensory was wrong, seeing as this thing clearly wasn't a shinigami, and had written it off as some weird 'trick of the light', so to speak. There was no way that what it was telling him was accurate. That was before the thing started to feel like a hollow, and all his doubt of his seventh sense went out the metaphorical window. "[Smear:#0066cc]What the f&*k... [/smear:c0c0c0]" He muttered under his breath, not exactly comprehending the beast before him.

And now it was pissed off from what he said. How could he tell? The fur on the guy started to stand on end, and bared his teeth at the failure, and started threatening him with a jumble of words that sounded more like a snarl. Impo barely caught three words before the wolf charged forward. By now, the failure's flood had completed its transformation, and now was completely comprised of glowing water, which, like his body and hair, was starting to lose its color.

The flood was a calm blue, and the little color Impo had was a similar shade, with the rest being white. Impo watched as the Hell creature moved towards him, charging an attack. Impo began charging his own ability, as a ball of red energy started to form in his open right palm. As Skoll let loose two abilities, one being a bala, which Impossible was all but certain that the wolf hadn't been able to do before, Impo let loose a mighty cero at the two abilities in response, throwing his arm towards his foe.

The cero would smash into the Hado first, almost destroying it, before the force of the Bala joined it, pushing against the wave of energy the failure had let loose. The two fought valiantly, holding it off for a few seconds, but the blast untimely overcame them both, eradicating the two of them in a red light. It would continue past them, heading straight towards Skoll, assuming that he hadn't moved from where he was. But that hadn't been the only thing to have been moving forward.

On the ground, reflecting a red glow off of its own blue hue, giving it an unique shade of purple, how flood moved towards the wolf, intent on touching him, even by the smallest of margins. It wouldn't though, the wolf was much faster than the flood. That's why Impo had a little plan of his own. Faster than the demon could probably follow, something would fly out of the water, less that ten feet from him. A wordless Bakudo, the failure fired an ability known as geki.

Moving as fast as a bala, the Kido flew towards the beast, having been redirected by the flood. He would be in for a shock, figuratively speaking, if it hit, as it would stun him into a temporary paralysis. The flood would quickly move in. If it managed to come in contact with the creature, it would near instantly be moved it the center of the reiatsu pool, and would feel probably feel slightly disoriented. After that, the rest of the flood would completely envelope him with water. The wolf would be slowed down by a fourth if touched, and completely unable to move once inside. The demon will quickly begin to drown in the water.

Impo walked over towards Skoll, his entire body coated with a sheen of sweat. He was tired. The failure had forgotten how much energy that using cero took, leaving him little reiatsu to use. If his Bakudo missed, he might be forced to retreat simply by how little energy he had left. Even his body was starting to feel the effects, as he felt heavier than he should be. This is the most reiatsu Impo had ever spent in a single battle, let alone in less than five minutes. He was panting, trying to get as much breath as he could. How sick would it be if he let the beast drown as he breathed like a dog on a hot day?

But no, Impo wouldn't kill him. Right before the demon would drown, the flood would move away from Skoll's head, giving him the ability to breathe again. He would tell him one thing at that point. "[Smear:#0066cc]Concede. [/smear:#c0c0c0]" If the wolf man said anything that indicated anything other than surrender, the water would return to his face, waiting until he almost drowned, and repeat until he did. Impo wanted answers more than a body, and he would get them, no matter how much 'persuasion' he had to use.

Geki: 25
Flood movement x2: 40
Cero: 200
Total reiatsu: 320/1000

[Skoll Koryu]

The attack was quickly countered, and Skoll didn’t feel terribly surprised at it. He had taken a Bala from this glowbug prior, and he was feeling battered and beaten by what was considered to be a very low-level Hollow technique. Obviously, whoever this human freak was, he was pretty damn strong; Skoll knew that while he was more spiritually-inclined than an average Beast-Clansman, he still had taken a pretty heavy hit. But he had anticipated his attack simply being blasted away, and was moving accordingly; already, instead of continuing forward, he had turned sideways, still unwilling to get too close. Angry or not, instinct ruled over emotion, and his instincts told him that getting too close to that mass of Reiatsu was a bad idea, sunken into the ground or no. He just couldn’t help but feel that it was a trap.

The Cero that blasted his combined attack into dust detonated behind him, exploding as it struck the ground. Unlike Bala, Cero were far less focused, and thus went from concussive force to a wide-spread explosion based on the strength of the user. The attack would light up the area briefly as the ground was blown away, a beacon for anyone looking in the direction, especially with how dark it was out. Skoll knew that he could afford to draw this battle out; most people, even here, were not able to see him thanks to his spiritual nature, but the glowbug was certainly human. He’d be visible to anyone who came to investigate the situation, and while he was busy dealing with the cover-up, Skoll could easily slip away and escape this confrontation.

He didn’t like the idea of losing, especially to this jackass. Skoll’s temper was boiling, and he wanted nothing more than to snap this twig’s neck in half, especially after the unwitting comment he had made towards the half-demon’s mother. Knowing or not, something within Skoll just went livid whenever someone made even the slightest disparaging remark about her. Maybe it was the guilt that he bore from being the result of her death, or perhaps despite never really knowing her there was still a parental bond between them. Regardless of the reason, the Nakabakki just snapped, and it was that anger that made the idea of retreat so distasteful. But the last thing he wanted was to die, either. He had someone he had to kill first.

So, the best way to do things was to draw it out, create a little more flash and show. A few more bursts of light would have people running to see what was going on, especially in such a heavily wooded area. Skoll had plenty of abilities that could provide the necessary performance; a few Byakurai thrown into the air would draw plenty of attention, after all, and once people came running, the wolf would simply have to fade back into the shadows, and this situation would be done and over with. The demon took a breath, trying to calm himself down, but the rage refused to recede. It seemed he’d be doing this angry and unfocused… great.

Well you know what… fuck all this, then! Time to really stir shit up! Even as he moved past the crater that the Cero had created behind him, another Bala was firing forward, ready to strike through the human’s liquid Reiatsu as it poured towards him in a thick mass. As he did so, a blinding flash of red light came, and by some sheer chance, it only missed Skoll because of the Bala in front of it. Thanks to its small size and scope, the Geki spell didn’t have a broad range, and relied on its speed to paralyze foes. But because it had struck the Bala, it simply stopped the attack mid-air, forcing it to lose all of its momentum and canceling it out. Skoll had been spared only by luck, and nothing else.

He leapt to the side as the flood of Reiatsu lunged at him in an amorphous mass, his speed barely able to let him keep ahead of it, and he was forced to try and circle around the freakshow’s defensive mass, trying to figure out the best way to get past it. Ranged attacks would be his best bet, but given that the glowbug had a strong spirit, odds were that anything he threw at the guy would be blasted away. But he didn’t have much choice; Skoll knew he was a terrible close-range fighter, and attempting to close in would just put him in range of that mass of Reiatsu. All he could do was try and break through, and pray that it worked.

That was why not one, but three Bala rapidly shot out towards the human, their speed incredible as they sped forward. Even one hit would have a fairly substantial concussive impact behind it; though Skoll wasn’t as strong as his opponent spiritually, he still did have a respectable punch behind his attacks. And given that the glowbug’s flood was following him, it would have had to have moved away from its owner in order to track him. Skoll figured that if he stretched the defense thin enough, he could punch right through. If he was lucky, he’d even knock the kid on his ass as payback for his comments.

As he continued to run, however, circling the freak, Skoll did raise a finger skyward, firing off a Byakurai into the air and causing lightning to flash straight upwards from their battlefield. One jolt wouldn’t be enough to draw a large crowd, but it would at least get eyes on the sky while he waited for an opportunity to fire one. All Skoll had to do was survive long enough for other people to show up, and he could disappear back into the trees. He wouldn’t go too far, of course; he wanted to see how the freak liked being called out by a crowd.

Skoll’s Reiatsu: 1120/1500 (-120 for Bala x4 (25 + 20% for Lore of the Spirit each), -30 for Byakurai (25 + 20% for Lore of the Spirit)

Lore of the Spirit: 2/5

((OOC: As per Unbridled Learning, after being hit with Bala, Skoll now knows Bala at the “learned” level.))

[Impossible]

"And he dodged it... fan, tucking, fastic." He was getting sick of this mutt. Fighting mage-type people was probably his second least favorite mach up, right before snipers. He was stronger than this guy, evidence of the cero from moments earlier, and destroying his Geki with a bala. He had been hoping that the freaking WEREWOLF would have been a melee fighter, but complaining wouldn't help him now. Not that he would stop complaining, it was part of his charm. As the Geki and Bala collided, Impo decided to get his flood moving. He was done playing nice.

The water burst outwards in basketball-sized spheres, throwing them forward, going around randomly like the bullets of a shogun. The spheres went forwards, left, right, and above. A single sphere returned to the failure. Impossible was a man who liked ending fights as quickly as possible. Faster fights, the less chance there was for him to get hurt. Sadly, he also loved to abuse his flood. It was what made him strong, his greatest asset. He was confident that his flood could save him from anything, to the point of over confidence.

To be fair though, his beliefs were not entirely unfounded. As the demon fired off a bala towards him, he willed the sphere to touch him. Not a moment later, he was gone, and the three bala passed through where he was previously. He was now very close to his furred opponent, having moved himself to the closest sphere possible to the demon. It took a fail amount of his remaining energy, but he knew that he wouldn't have been able to catch the high-speed projectiles in his current state, depending entirely on his mental commands for things like that.

As soon as he was released from his 'teleportation', he fired a sho from his hand at his hip, even as the wolf fired a bolt of lightning into the sky, for whatever reason. His skin practically coated in glowing sweat, and his chest ached. It wanted to slow down, but he can't! Another mental order, and the entirety of his flood was summoned to the sphere he teleported to. Water gushed forwards, intent on swallowing the beast, tailing behind the kido. "Trying not to kill you, but you're making it REALLY HARD, BUDDY!" He yelled on borrowed breath.

He was starting to run on fumes. He knew that he didn't have long before he wouldn't be able to fight. This was somewhat of an eye-opening experience for the failure. He had never truly fought someone else before this, and now he was paying for his inexperience. He didn't realize how much energy he used in fights, abandoning all sense of grace and tact, going all out, when he should have been patient, controlling the fight with his flood. His body was taxed, pushed too far, too fast. But he had to keep fighting, he refused to die yet, even if it was just his instincts screaming at him to continue forward.

Flood movement: 20
Flood moving Impo: 200
Sho: 25
Total reiatsu: 75/1000

[Skoll Koryu]

Skoll’s counterattack was surprisingly effective; though he hadn’t expected his Balas to be completely useless, he was surprised at the extent to which he forced his opponent to react. Of course, equally surprising was that the glowbug split his mass of Reiatsu into lots of little ones. Before, it had been working as a shield, but now it was scattered all over the place. No doubt this was for an attack, or at least that was the first impression given for it. But then the freak stuck his arm in it and woosh, there he went, disappearing suddenly. Skoll’s reflexes weren’t the fastest, and though he was quicker on his mental feet than the average individual, even he couldn’t keep up with teleportation. All he knew was that his opponent was gone.

Skoll whirled, trying to find his target, when a blast of energy caught him in the side. It was like being hit by a car, knocking the air out of him and sending him crashing to the ground, the surprise direction catching him off-guard. The impact caused him to slide across the rough ground before coming to a stop, feeling dizzied and disoriented. The half-demon growled, starting to push himself to his feet with a string of obscenities, when a sound alerted him to the presence of something rushing over towards him. He began to turn, his eyes sweeping over the battlefield as he did so, but it was too late, there was nothing he could do; even as he spotted the incoming flood of watery Reiatsu, it was upon him and sweeping across his form.

It washed over him, enveloping him, preventing him from moving with ease. Skoll found that while it didn’t bind him wholly, his speed dropped notably, preventing him from escaping the flood flowing around him easily. Without the ability to use stepping techniques that many of the other races possessed, he couldn’t pull himself free; any movement he made would not be sufficient to keep ahead of the flood’s flow. Growling to himself, the best the demon wolf could do was keep his head above the water, lest he find himself drowning or whatever the liquid-like Reiatsu would do to him. He struggled furiously, doing his best to keep from being completely submerged.

“Trying not to kill you, but you’re making it REALLY HARD, BUDDY!”

The voice that rang out across the battlefield was the last straw. Skoll knew that the guy was genuine in not wanting to kill him, but there was something about the patronizing way in which he said it that pissed him off. He was tired of people looking down on him, tired of either being shown mercy or scorn. And now, here he was, having to suffer through it again. Skoll’s eyes narrowed in fury, then widened in feral anger as he let out a furious roar a moment later. “Why the fuck do you care, you fucking freakshow!? Kill me off, goddamnit! What the hell does it fuckin’ matter if I live or die! You’re just some fucking insignificant freak of a human, and I don’t give two fucks about your life! I’ll kill you here in a fuckin’ heartbeat, you hear me? So go on! Finish me off! If you don’t…!”

An arm rose from the current of liquid Reiatsu flowing around Skoll, pointed directly at the freakish human. There was but a spare moment for him to attack before it could move up around him again; no doubt the glowbug would have his attack wrap around his hand less than a second later. But a second was all he needed. “Hado #4: Byakurai.” Another bolt of lightning shot from Skoll’s finger, but this time, it wasn’t aimed to draw attention to their battle. This one was fired with murderous intent, the bolt aimed straight for his opponent’s chest. If he didn’t dodge, the guy would find himself pierced through by the bolt.

“Now just… fucking die.”

Skoll’s Reiatsu: 1090/1500 (-30 for Byakurai (25 + 20% for Lore of the Spirit))

Lore of the Spirit: 4/5

[Impossible]

So much sweat.... so tired... it hurt to breath, like he ran a mile in a minute. Impo could feel his hair matted to his head, the floating effect canceled out by the glowing water seeping out of his body in a vain attempt to cool itself down. He hated this feeling, such a nasty, discomforting feeling of having his clothes cling to him whenever he moved, not to mention who knows what failure sweat would do in terms of staining, meaning he'd likely have to throw them out after this. Just another thing that he owed this blasted wolf.

That wasn't the worst thing for him though, clearly far from it. This was only him trying to cope with the situation at hand. This thing from hell was really forcing his hand at the moment. The transformation of his flood ran out, reverting from its water state, back to its natural air-like state. This did not bode well for the failure. The only thing that he could say that he accomplished from practically wasting ninety percent of his reserves was trapping him in his flood, which was harder, and riskier than he cared to mention.

But caught him he did, and even with less than a tenth of his remaining reiatsu left, he could still deal major damage to someone, especially if they were in his deathtrap of a flood. He didn't want to kill something that could actually think, unlike almost every hollow he's met, and Kitai, but it seems that his furred opponent didn't agree with is mercy. "What, do you wanna die!? Are you f#*king stupid?! IF SOMEONE TRIES TO KILL YOU, KICK AND SCREAM AND MAKE THEM SUFFER FOR TRYING TO END YOU, NOT GIVE UP, JACK A$$!" He yelled out, his voice sounding hoarse and dry. Impo could feel the likely former-human charging up his reiatsu, clearly still trying to kill him.

This was the moment. Would he kill the wolf in self defence? Even though he clearly started the fight, probably only interrupting the thing from having a nice night out for the first time in a month? No. He wouldn't. Because the moment that the beast threw out his hand, still feeling the effects of when the flood was still water, Impo activated his flood's ability. The beast was spun up and around, so that his arm was pointing towards the ground the moment the lightning was fired, and his left side was facing the failure-pretending-to-be-human.

The werewolf would the fall face first to the ground, or would catch himself, depending on how good his reaction time was. Either way, a wordles geki would hit Skoll in the side, followed by a Byakurai to the thigh. 'So empty....' A quiet thought would pass through Impo's head, as he struggled to remain awake. He didn't know why the beast was here, and honestly, he didn't care. "There...... kicked your a$$...." He struggled to say. The cops would likely be here soon, no thanks to that lightning and the explosions, so Impo decided that he needed to be anywhere but here right now.

So Impo turned and started to leave. He didn't leave the wolf with his name, same as the hell beast didn't leave his. They shared quite a few more things in common than that though. They had mouths dirty enough to make sailors blush, they were both skilled in the abilities of other races.... and they were unnatural. They were freaks, unwanted to nearly all, heck, Impo vehemently denies being a failure. Oh well, it didn't much matter in the end. So long as he lived the way he wanted to, then he'd flip off everything that tried to get in his way to happiness. Hopefully the wolf would too. And hopefully that lightning bolt to the leg would keep him from following, cause he felt like dying. He got as far away as he could from the area, having texted Kitai while leaving, telling him to pick him up.

Flood movement: 20
Geki: 25
Byakurai: 25
Total reiatsu: 5/1000

[Skoll Koryu]

The world turned upside-down. There was no other way to describe it as Skoll found himself being whirled about, held by the liquid Reiatsu flooding around him. The motion threw off his aim, his arm suddenly pointed downwards, and the Byakurai directed at his opponent struck the gravel below, digging deep into the ground. For once, Skoll was thankful that he didn’t have anything more destructive at his disposal; he probably would have been using it, and he would have experienced the explosive effects at point-blank range. As it was, the bolt of lightning still tore a deep hole into the stone below him, about as thick as two fingers placed side-by-side, but the far end of it hidden from view by the nighttime shadows.

It was only then that the mass of spiritual energy shifted in nature, no longer liquid but once more a free-flowing Reiatsu. Skoll was no longer supported by a semi-solid form, and suddenly found himself falling to the ground. He was no acrobat, and he hadn’t had enough time to react due to his proximity to the ground, so the demon wolf found his head impacting the concrete rather solidly, his weight collapsing on top of him. The result was a rather severe headache; Skoll groaned as pain shot through his skull and along the back of his neck, his ears laying flat even as he twisted to land on his side, feeling his whole body ache from the impact. He really needed to work on his physical skills.

But even as he was wincing and starting to push himself up from the ground, Skoll felt a paralyzing jolt flow through his body. Suddenly his limbs seized up, his jaw locked, and his whole body froze, unable to move in the slightest. A binding spell? He recognized the Geki that had unintentionally failed earlier, but with nothing between Skoll and his attacker now, there was nothing to block the attack. The demon wolf was completely immobilized for a few moments, unable to respond, and in that time the freakish human decided to follow up with another attack. The sound of crackling electricity filled the air before Skoll’s leg exploded with pain, the limb trying to twitch in agony even as the paralysis held it fast.

“Fucking shit…! ah, fucking hell…! Agh!” A string of similar broken expletives came forth as the half-demon tried to reach down to cradle his injured leg, but the paralysis still had a few seconds of hold over him. Though he had the tolerance to fight through the relatively minor pain – relative in terms of comparing it to a lost limb or a hole through the torso – that didn’t stop it from hurting. And hurt it did; Skoll wanted to scream in a mixture of pain and fury at his opponent, but he couldn’t get his thoughts together well enough to manage a single sentence. His leg ached with the hole blasted in it, even if the injury wasn’t terribly deep; the pain came from the fact that it went all the way through the limb. Though the bone was missed, muscle, flesh, and fur had all been torn through, and Skoll knew that he probably wouldn’t be able to use that leg until he found someone to treat him. Just fucking great.

And then, to add insult to injury, the freakshow decided to leave! The guy looked tired and worn out, and made some meaningless claim about kicking Skoll’s ass… but Skoll knew that he wasn’t done yet. He couldn’t be done yet! “This is so fucking unfair…” The half-demon grumbled to himself, feeling the paralysis slowly start to fade from his limbs, allowing him to at least grip at the wound on his leg. “He goes and blasts my leg out, and doesn’t stick around when I can still do more? Fucking asshole! I’m going to kill him...” Growling to himself, Skoll pushed himself up onto one knee; he tried to get into a kneel, but his damaged thigh wouldn’t support him without an unbearable amount of pain, so he was forced to rest all of his weight on one leg.

Before he could retaliate, though, the human was gone. Skoll let out a snarl of frustration; he had been preparing to blast the guy in the back with a Bala, as he still had plenty of spiritual reserves left, but he had been too slow getting to his feet to take the advantage of the glowbug’s exhaustion. With his leg out, pursuit wasn’t happening, either. Skoll knew that he wouldn’t be able to finish off the asshole that pissed him off, but maybe that was for the best. There was something about that freakish human that set his fur on edge; maybe it was the sense of crackling, wild energy within him, similar to Skoll’s own but less refined, less controlled; surely there was more to him than met the eye.

Conceding that it would be a waste of time to pursue the human, Skoll pushed himself onto one foot by leaning against a bench and slowly getting onto his one good leg. He carefully tested his other leg; he couldn’t put much weight on it, but it allowed him to hobble, albeit very carefully, away into the woods. He had a temporary den set up in a small clearing there, and he had a few basic supplies that he could use for now: fresh water to clean his wounds and bandages to wrap his leg to stop the bleeding. For now, it would be best to just let this encounter go, and focus on healing. Maybe he could call a Shinigami to open a Senkaimon back to Soul Society – he had yet to learn how to do that for himself – and get to a proper healer to get the wound closed immediately.

Grumbling at each fresh surge of pain as he staggered onward, Skoll made his way towards the den. It was time to call it a night.

[Kazura Uzaki]

41 paragraphs +50 for Draw = 460 CTP for Impossible
39 paragraphs +50 for Draw = 440 CTP for Skoll