Arsenals and Explosions: Skoll vs. Leon [R, NDE]

[Skoll Koryu]

Thread Title: Arsenals and Explosions: Skoll vs. Leon [R, NDE]
Participants: Skoll Koryu, Leon Strife
World: Human World
Death Setting: Permanent Injuries Enabled
Rating: R
Location: As many clashes in the human world do, this battle occurs in Karakura Town. This particular encounter takes place on the outskirts, however, away from the eyes of regular people who might spot either combatant and take issue with their supernatural abilities. While buildings rest here and there, there's also several open fields as well.
Special Conditions: None.
Circumstances: Skoll is making his usual foray into the World of the Living to get away from his usual pack troubles. Despite his usual caution in avoiding being seen by the average person, he ends up being spotted anyway. It likely won't be long before the half-demon's mouth gets him into yet another confrontation.

[Skoll Koryu]

“Ahhh, it feels so fuckin’ good to be away from those assholes.”

Skoll took a deep breath through his nose as he stretched his arms out, finally emerging from the small, abandoned construction site that he had ducked into after emerging from the Senkaimon. Most Beast-Clansmen could pass through the portal with written approval from Squad 13 allowing them to connect with others of their race in the World of the Living, but Skoll couldn’t be bothered with all the bureaucracy and red tape. He didn’t have a particular destination, nor did he really care where he ended up, so when the mood suited him he simply jumped in behind an opening and took cover until his unwilling accomplices were out of sight. Once that was done, he had free reign to roam as much as he wanted, at which point he’d “turn himself in” to the nearest Shinigami and inform them that he’d been stranded, giving him free access back to Soul Society. It was a simple enough trick, and gave him all the opportunities he needed to get out once in a while.

Skoll still had to be careful, however; being in the World of the Living had its own drawbacks, ones that his own nature made even more tricky. Unlike Shinigami or many of the other spiritual races who could pass as a human as long as they kept their powers in check, Skoll himself was a mixture of demon and Beast-Clansman, neither of which easily passed for an ordinary person. Once or twice he’d been spotted by other humans, and it had never ended well. The first was treated as a “werewolf sighting” that people were fortunately quick to dismiss, but the second was far weirder, with people complimenting his “costume” and how “realistic” he looked. While he’d made no attempt to dissuade them in an effort to maintain a low profile, Skoll had been forced to quickly flee when people started trying to tug his head off in an effort to see who was inside the “costume.” Both encounters were enough to encourage an avoidance of the general populace when possible.

But that wasn’t a problem for the half-breed wolf; he was far from a social butterfly, and preferred the quiet and solitude on a general day. Oh sure, there were a few people he could probably tolerate for short bursts—a certain handsome feline came to mind—but as a whole, Skoll had been used to isolation. Being half-demon had that effect, especially in a race so inclined towards natural elements. He was an aberration, an abhorrent being that didn’t belong among the Beast-Clansmen. Many of his pack looked down on him, and those who didn’t usually feared him. Solace existed only in a few members of his pack, and even then, sympathy and pity made their presence just as loathsome as his was to others. In the end, it left Skoll alone, even in the crowd; he was a monster, after all.

It was for those reasons and others that Skoll took his occasional forays into the World of the Living; there, it was unlikely that he’d run into another Beast-Clansman unless he ended up in one of the few wild areas remaining in the world. Low chance of dealing with the Shinigami, either; they usually were deployed to deal with Hollows, completing their mission and returning to Soul Society afterwards. This gave Skoll plenty of opportunities to get away from the everyday elements and just escape from it all. He didn’t have to blend in among the humans, yet there was a thrill to watching and observing them, to hiding just on the fringes of their society. And his own oddity felt so much less odd; he wasn’t a freak among his own kind, he was simply an anomaly in his entirety. He wasn’t flawed, like when compared to his own kind, but different altogether. It made for a refreshing change.

It was too early in the day to be slipping into the city, though; in the mid-afternoon, people could be found just about anywhere, and it’d be almost impossible for Skoll to find a proper hiding spot to sneak into the city. Midnight was much better, as people were already abed and there would be few active to see him. He’d go earlier, but there were other complications; while his black fur would conceal him in the darkness, the human cities tended to be too brightly lit, making it hard for him to properly hide. No, he’d go into town much later, where it’d be safe to sneak in.

For now, that just meant that Skoll had time to kill. With no one around and little else to do, the half-demon decided he could afford to have a little fun. Focusing inwards, he performed an ability no other Beast-Clansman could ever dream of having, shifting his very spirit to a new configuration, one that allowed him to draw from several different spiritual abilities that would normally be limited to an individual by race. But that was his unique talent, his power that made him stand out from others; the Nakabakki could learn and mimic the abilities from any number of races as long as he experienced their nature, giving him a large range of powers to be drawn on that few would expect from the physically-inclined Beast-Clansman race.

A simple snap of his fingers had his spiritual energy converge in a burst of force that immediately exploded against a nearby hill, sending dirt and stone flying in all directions. A dull boom echoed through the area, but anyone not looking would probably mistake it for some kind of demolition work. The release of his spiritual energy in such a matter sent a short burst of pain lancing through Skoll’s hand, but it didn’t deter him as he prepared for another cast. Hado #1: Sho was a technique that was normally only utilized by Shinigami, but Skoll’s unique nature let him perform the spell himself, and with a decent amount of oomph behind it. In fact, if he really wanted to let loose, he could probably wreck a decent-sized area even with the lowest of spell levels. He refrained from causing too much of a ruckus, however.

At least for now, it was a good way to burn the daylight hours.

Remaining Reiatsu: 3750/4000 (-200 for Lore of the Spirit, -50 for Sho x2)

Lore of the Spirit: 1/5

[Leon Strife]

While it is uncommon for the Bount to respond to such calls like these he couldn't say no to the deal made when it was presented with overtime pay. Much of the Security team was tasked with their usual operations of maintaining public safety in Karakura, at least in terms of spiritual phenomenon, being sent out near the outskirts of the city would disrupt their ability to manage such activities. The distance between Headquarters and to where this bizarre rise in activity was at the edge of the city, being such a place that would take time to return from when on foot. Leon sighed at the thought of having to put his own work aside to take care of this matter, even going as far as satisfying the urge to scratch an itch that ran along the back of his shaven scalp, despite there not being an itch in the first place.

Approached at the half way marker of his shift, a representative from the Security Team informed Leon as to what he could do to help. Despite his own concerns of being treated as some sort of soldier in these matters, such a thought quickly dissipated when mentioning it would actually help people. He did not feel the entire weight of what he was really doing fall off his shoulders considering what was said to him was a means to have him comply. Marcus, the other "special" individual who approached him, did mention that the Bount would have to lend some assistance where he could, although it was completely optional. He could not argue that he himself agreed to take on the job as it would fill in the remainder of his shift, and grant him a bit of extra pay. That money would be put to use to tune his vehicle all the more better.

The slick black shade of the Dodge Charger glistened through the small patches of dimming light from towering building after building. Traffic hour had already subsided about an hour or two ago to give a more fluid travel time to make to where the destination he was required to investigate. It gave him time to think about everything that he had undergone since arriving to Japan. Leon had kept himself busy, wanting to step away from the life he had previously. He wanted to step away from the blood, the piles of bodies, the never ending smell of gunpowder and suspicions that essentially kept him up at nights. Even now sleeping was a bit hard to do as the silence was filled with the subconscious flashes of light, followed by the number of blasts of gunfire that came after. He would see these often. He would hear them often. Loud noises trigger these moments. The silence creates the opportunities for the screams to return. This was the reason he enjoyed working on his car; to keep those times away. But, he will always had to admit to himself that he could not forget, regardless of how much time that passed, or what he did to repent. The past was still there.

The engine roared with each gentle squeeze of the pedal, casting the 1970 R/T's shadow along the concrete pavement for seconds at a time. It too made Leon think of the life he lived now. A blend of light and darkness, making the hours of twilight a near perfect description of the life he lives now. One part residing with Uzaki, and another helping the Bounts. While he was asked to investigate the situation on the outskirts of Karakura for the sake of Humans within the city, what urged him to settle this situation all the more was the potential threat to the Bounts. Aura made Leon an unwilling ally to the Bount race. Very much like with Uzaki Leon had no desire to fight someone else's war. While Leon did feel a sense of justice towards the cause of the Bounts, in which a race was created to be weapons against their own will, he did not wish to fight unless he honestly had to for such a group. Yes, he did aid with their new home's construction, providing supplies from Uzaki to further expand upon the Club, and with the underground cavern that resided below the mountain, but it was not to join their cause at all.

What went through his mind was to create a home, what would be used to unite an entire race, a place to belong to and be among their own kind without prejudice.

From what he has been filled on was the two, Aura and Eris, were the official leaders of the Bount Covenant that resided here in Karakura. Aura was the eldest and the Bount who was carrying the group forward with her idealism, and strength. Behind her was Eris, who was more mentally prepared in terms of fighting and strategy. Eris was the Bount who practically did a lot of the detailed work to help fulfill what Aura desired, yet Leon questioned. He questioned it a lot, but did not impose his own ideas as the results were showing the fruits of their labors. Crime was going down within the city. Two hectic lives with the peace that he only knows is one, feeling the satisfaction of living as an honest man, and the calm that driving in his car gave to him.

Too many thoughts, and reminiscing of the past made the drive seem shorter than what was anticipated. Pavement turned to gravel shortly after the stream of buildings began to grow in space between each other. A vast open field was what made up the outskirts of Karakura aside the distant mountains, and the shroud of trees that broke up the open space into smaller patches of arched hills, or to that of flat grassy meadows. A few buildings resided close by as they were either deemed under construction, or served as housing complexes. Leon did not know to be honest, but little did that matter to him so long as there were no people near by. You seem a bit anxious, Leon. Calm down before your shaved head is all you are going to be able to have for a hairstyle." Sarah chimed in with a mental note. Keep it down, alright? Plus, my hair is the least of my worries. Leon quickly shoots back a comment within that mental realm.

Echoes of metal rattled to life from the depths of the Bount's ears, alerting the man to the awakening of his other Doll. While not a particular chatty Doll, Colossus was certainly the loudest. Both Dolls could feel the uneasiness that dwelled within the Bount. The senses that heightened with the concern of a fight breaking out. The fear of bringing other people into the matter that he would not, or rather if he would have to engage in. The one-piece gray mechanic's jumpsuit was unzipped from the collar bone down to the waist, leaving the dirtied white undershirt out for the breezing chill that swept across the area. Those hanging sleeves were wrapped, tied around his waist to keep them from being loose, or dangling to be caught on something. Leon did not want to deal with loose articles. Soon he would come upon the area that the estranged reiatsu was to be located in, leaving only to see the blackened silhouette of what stood there in the open.

Humanoid in shape. A toned muscular build that can be on par with that of an athletic Human male. Sharp edges that spiked out from every inch of the body that defined that rugged characteristic that was common among beasts. Golden eyes that stood out from the shadows of its physique, noting to be illuminated naturally from among the blackened fur. Leon described it to be Humanoid, but that was all that made it seem Human from the distance that stood between them. Some notes of clothing could be made out, but not with what the senses what Leon had at the moment to discern exactly what design they could have been. The only feature he could make out was the possibility of there being layers, and seemingly stretched out. Leon's boots muffled as the tip kicked up a bit of dirt and grass from where he stood. Doesn't seem Human. Doesn't seem friendly. The torn ground beneath it's feet spoke of some minor details as to what it could be capable of, and to regular Humans a potential hazard.

The Bount lunged forward, kicking about off the ground as he charged forward. A right arm cranked back into his ribs whilst the left forearm was brought up to guard, paralleled to his head. Leon's left leg kicked forward to drag the right side into straight jab to what would be called the cheek bone for the creature. The purpose behind it's being here would be told shortly.

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{Leon's Physical}

Type: Weapon Master


Strength: 100*75 = [175]

Speed: 150*75% = [262.5]

Spiritual Pressure: 250/50% = [125]

Reiatsu Strength: 50/50% = [25]

Light Aura: [50]

Dark Aura: [50]

Instinct: [100]

Senses: [50]

Energy Sensory: [50]

Healing Expertise: [0]


Skill Set

1. Strength of Will: [1]

2. Battle Analysis: [1]

3. Pain Tolerance: [1]

4. Damage Recovery: [1]

5. Street Fighting: [1]

6. Parkour: [1]

7. Crafting/Engineering: [1]


SKP Total: 7/15

[Skoll Koryu]

The roar of an engine drew Skoll’s attention, his sharpened senses alerting him to the approach of a vehicle of some type. Though many would not have noticed at a distance, his ears flicked back and forth as he tried to discern the direction that it was coming from. To the side… no, slightly behind. Slowly his golden eyes slid across the horizon, and he spotted a car a good distance off. The Nakabakki knew little about most modern technology, about as much as he needed for his own sake—and entertainment; he knew about radios and such—but he really didn’t need to know much beyond the fact that it was a car, and a car meant people driving it. So much for going without being noticed; Skoll was sure that his “fun” had drawn some unwanted attention. He could only hope that it was a regular person, and not some Fullbringer out for a ride.

The person who emerged didn’t seem like anyone special, not at a glance. A shaved head and face, decently muscular; whoever this was seemed like some kind of tough guy, at least to Skoll’s limited experience with humans. He wore some kind of one-piece suit that was undone halfway down his body, and a lighter shirt underneath it. None of this really told the half-demon much, didn’t do anything to identify this man’s existence as a threat. What did matter, however, was that the guy was approaching; most froze when they saw a lupine silhouette, especially one that was seven and a half feet tall when fully standing. This guy, however, didn’t slow in the slightest; he kept approaching, closing the distance between them, and then suddenly lunged forward in an assault.

Skoll, while quick on his feet, was not expecting the sudden lunge. All he could do was react, and he had no time to dodge, nor the speed to do so effectively. Instead, his arm came up as a powerful kick was launched, and it was all he could do to deflect it slightly; unlike most Beast-Clansmen, the half-demon lacked any sort of physical strength, and the attack nearly spun him around even as it knocked him to the ground. Groaning at the sharp pain through his wrist, Skoll was almost certain his arm was at least sprained, if not outright broken; whoever this guy was, he was a good deal stronger than the average person. Definitely no ordinary human, this guy.

Even as he quickly rolled onto his feet, Skoll’s hackles went up, his teeth bared in a snarl at the attacker. “What the actual fuck, man!? The hell you get off attacking me, you stupid sonnovabitch! You want me to rip you to shreds? I’ll be more than happy to tear you a new asshole, asshole!” The half-demon didn’t know what the hell was going on, didn’t know why he was being attacked, but it was enough to trigger his usual instincts towards violence. Anger and wrath surged out from the Nakabakki, his breathing becoming more heavy as rage flowed through him. All he wanted was a little piece and quiet. All he wanted was a place where he’d be safe from judgment, be away from the intolerance and hatred of others. And yet here he was, being assaulted yet again!

The taste of dirt filled his mouth as he was shoved roughly to the ground, a large paw placed on his chest to pin him down. Skoll glared up at the other wolf, the bigger male easily holding the half-demon down with a smirk on his face. “Weakling Skoll; know your place among the pups.” Skoll clawed at the leg that held him down, trying to pull it off of him, but his opponent’s strength was far too great; he couldn’t budge the limb in the slightest. If anything, the pressure only increased, causing the Nakabakki’s breath to come in panting heaves. He gasped for air, struggling as mightily as he could, but to no avail.

The Beast-Clansmen used their incredible physical prowess to hunt, to fight, and to claim dominance over one another. Skoll had always found himself at the bottom of the pecking order, the weakling, the pathetic and helpless runt of his pack. He was used to being beaten, bullied, and treated as an outcast. It wasn’t just his demonic heritage that drew scorn and hatred; in their eyes, he was useless, worthless. His spiritual powers meant nothing to those who relied on their bodies, and because of that, his place in the pack no better than that of a pup. He was too pathetic, too weak.

He had always been too weak, and it pissed him off.

“You’ve got some fucking nerve, pal. But you picked the wrong person to screw with, and you’re about to find out why!” Skoll’s finger jabbed out in accusation at his attacker, a gesture of anger to further accentuation his fury, but it was more than that; even as he pointed, a small burst of Reiatsu was consumed to push a vicious blast of spiritual energy at his foe. Hado #1: Sho had been used to great effect on the ground earlier, and it would have just as vicious of an effect on flesh as the spell burst to life. A shot of pure spiritual energy was released, a small but condensed burst that would ripple across the battlefield between the two of them in a sparse moment, aimed to deal a crippling blow if it connected with the man’s right knee. Skoll’s rage was sharp, but knowledge of the consequences dulled that edge just enough to keep him from making a fatal strike at the man’s chest.

In case that wasn’t enough, two more attacks would follow, though these would be even faster, aimed to surprise the attacker with their sudden velocity. Two orbs of energy, each about the size of a fist, rocketed across the space between Skoll and his opponent much faster than the initial burst. These weren’t Shinigami spells; these were Bala, the Hollow technique that fired hardened spiritual energy at incredible speeds. These, too, were aimed as non-fatal shots, targeting the left knee and the right arm rather than the chest. Either of the shots, powered by Skoll’s exceptional spiritual energy, could have ripped a hole through his attacker’s body if they struck directly; even with glancing shots, the damage would still be fairly devastating.

Skoll gritted his teeth through the jolt of agony that lanced up past his wrist and up nearly to his shoulder, the Bala drawing more of his spiritual energy out in a burst that set his nerves on fire, a malady he’d always had since discovering his power. Whenever he used an ability, it seemed that his body reacted to it in some way, bursting with pain depending on the power and release point of his technique. He’d learned to grit his teeth and accept it, though he could do nothing to fight through it in its more powerful stages; he had to just take it, and do his best to adjust to the cramping of his muscles, the sharpness that came with every breath. For now, it was minor, but he had to be careful not to strain himself too hard, too soon.

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Remaining Reiatsu: 3625/4000 (-25 for Sho, -100 for Bala x2)

Lore of the Spirit: 2/5

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

Speed - [200] (200) Points

Spiritual Pressure – [200 x 2] (400) Points

Reiatsu Strength – [340 x 2] (680) Points

Light Aura - [35] Points

Dark Aura - [65] Points

Instinct – [100] Points

Senses - [100] Points

Energy sensory - [50] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [1040] points

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{Skoll’s Skills}

• [Special – Mimicry*] 2
  
  
• [Strength of Will] 2
  
  
• [Battle Analysis] 2
  
  
• [Learning] 2
  
  
• [Memory] 2
  
  
• [Mental Incantation] 1
  
  
• [Weapons: Knives] 2

*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).

[Leon Strife]

The layers of black fur wrestled beneath the clutched knuckle of the Bount, going as far as feeling the sculpted frame of bone that resided beneath the layers of muscle. It lacked the familiarity that Leon was use to feeling during his scraps with Humans, or at least with those that shared a similar shape to himself. What he saw was no illusion or that of something that was made to be mimicked. What was in front of him was an actual beast-like creature that stood as a Human. Leon was a bit... weirded out as the closest comparison he could find to what he stood across from was a Werewolf. He caught himself snickering himself mentally as how ridiculous the entire situation was as he saw, what can be called a Werewolf was meeting what others can call him a Vampire. How ironic.

“What the actual fuck, man!? The hell you get off attacking me, you stupid sonnovabitch! You want me to rip you to shreds? I’ll be more than happy to tear you a new asshole, asshole!” Huh. That was the first thing that popped into Leon's mind right away. A beast that can talk, or in other terms able to communicate verbally on a intelligent level. Well, color his ass blue and call him a Baboon. More weird on top of more weird, what was the world really coming to, or what more was there that he did not know about. First, there were monsters that only he could see called Hollows. Afterwards, he came to learn that there others that could also see them. Hence, that knowledge came with the discovery of the spirit Police Officers that were running around, in addition to the same organization were actively hunting spirit Vampires called Bounts. So, like him in other words. But now there are talking Furries. Great.

Shaking his head to rid himself of the thoughts as it did not pertain as to what was going on now. Something like this thing was discovered making an entrance into this world from who knows where, and did so on the outskirts of the city. Could be to spy, or could be simply roaming around. If those were the cases being presented to him, then better to find out once the beast was put into containment. At least, while in containment the situation can be resolved and figure out what would be the next step of action. However, “You’ve got some fucking nerve, pal. But you picked the wrong person to screw with, and you’re about to find out why!” An eyebrow arched in response from the Bount as the beast raised a finger in unison with his statement. Seemed like they were going to have some further tangling to do as much as it surprised Leon that the beast was still standing. Well, duh. Did you really believe it was going to be that simple like it would with a regular Human, or Wolf in that matter? We are speaking to a creature beyond this plane of existence.

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What had the Bount on edge was the sudden spike of alarm in his mind. Something niched him in the back of his brain that shook his nerves in wanting to move. He could not bring himself to realize why until it was already on him. As if the ground began to funnel a muddy trail towards him, both mind and body reacting at a different pace from one another. Leon's body jolted upon coming to the realization that his right knee throbbed. A skewering pain shot through the side of the kneecap as he tumbled off to his left onto the grass, instinctively reaching at the pain that pulsated in heated waves from the spot. Fingers dabbing at a mesh of tissue and torn fabric that made his senses jolt even further as the tenderness of the open wound was present. Eyes shot down from wincing pain to see a muddy red blotting away from chunk of missing flesh. It was like he had pressed the side of his knee against the guard rail on a highway at a highspeed.

What the Hell was this? Another thought coming to race toward his consciousness before witnessing the fade in color of the environment. The tones of shadows becoming more apparent as the natural lighting faded away, absorbed into the pair of spheres that could have been seen as entrancing. Two small orbs of red reiatsu formed at the command of the beast. His leg was injured, but not entirely inoperable. More or less it was in the condition that would place tremendous pain if he were to put too much weight on it, meaning he would have to be discriminate as to when he would move with it, and how. But right now. Call me you fool. The spheres rocketed across the small gap of space between the two at a curling Bount as he shot himself from his laying position back. With the help of his right hand pushing the ground that resided in front of him, the Bount curled himself into a ball to make himself as small as possible.

There was little time to react to something that was coming to him as quickly as a bullet. The only option there was for him was to make himself as small as possible as he pushed himself away, nearly rolling himself away into a ball. Pain will follow shortly from the impact of the pair of Balas that crashed just a centimeter in front of him. Guarding the vital organs and head Leon felt the numbing of his arms shiver from the forearms up to the shoulders with a bit of ringing in the ears. An instant migraine, and the likeness of a broken arm, the left arm went numb as the duo impact shot the man a foot away from where he curled up from, and sacrificing his left arm to shield himself.

The smell of gunpowder and burning flesh came back. Shouting and flashes of light that lit the dimmed nights of the Los Angeles ghettos. Some bits of screaming, followed by ringing in the ears. Leon felt breathless after all the noise was finished as it was only then did he come to realize how tired he was from the experience. His eyes fluttered from the beads of sweat that were gathering at the ducts of his eyes before being wiped away, and only to have a clearer view of the carnage in front of him. The dimmed lights soon faded away, and all that was left was darkness and silence.

"Show yourself." he muttered.

Gears rotated as they spun into their intended positions, locking themselves in sequence. One after another joining in on the chorus that gave the beast its own voice that bellowed from its voiceless body. The shadow that expanded from the Bount grew outwards with steel and glaring red lights that rose from the midst of the Bount. What can be described as a fortress on legs the metallic appendages slide across the grass' razors edge to hover what may be assumed as its head off the ground. Three limbs in total locking itself in place, planted firmly into the ground with Leon residing beneath it, forming a large tripod over him. It did not move from this position but bellowed once more as its eye was trained on the smaller beast across from itself. Colossus howled.

Violet haze spewed from the small gaps between the armor, whistling air upon the emergence of twin pods that were released from two of its legs. Pods that expanded on their size with duel rotating blades at acted as their wings, with mouths that spewed fire and rubber. Two more red eyes joined to set their gaze upon Skoll before climbing higher in altitude. Twenty feet off the ground was when their mouths were pointed at the black beast, then, releasing a hail of gun fire upon the Sinner.


Remaining Reiatsu: 850/1250 : - 400 Release (Colossus)


Doll Release: Colossus

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{Colossus}

Type: Support


Strength: 200*50% = [300]

Speed: [150]

Spiritual Pressure: [150]

Reiatsu Strength: 50/50% = [25]

Light Aura: [50]

Dark Aura: [50]

Instinct: 50*50% = [75]

Senses: 150/50% = [75]

Energy Sensory: [0]

Healing Expertise: [0]


SP Total: 750

Colossus Reiatsu; 1100/1500 : - 400 x2 Drone

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{Drone}

When an eye in the sky is needed to deliver some assistance, then the Drone is the best ally to have. A construct that is made purely from Colossus' inner workings. Despite Colossus not being nether male nor female, the Doll is capable to producing up to 2 Drones at once. And only a maximum of 2 Drones. These Drones are similar in nature to what combat personal muster up when needing assistance. Tactical and devious, these little flying machines use nonlethal ordinance to distract and bruise enemies while the Bount is able to reposition himself accordingly. And when describing what form of nonlethals that are used, that would be solid rubber pellets, which are equaled in size to that of 9mm bullets. These Drones are connected to Colossus, and have a set stats that can not be changed or enhanced in any possible way. They are about 2 feet in height, 2 feet wide, and 4 feet in length.

A single eye is located at the center of the Drones. Pair with two rotating blades on the roof of the machine, these scouts carry an automatic assault rifle that is stylized as a Gatling Gun, which is found beneath the Drone's eye. It is a small device, slow, barely agile enough to avoid being hit, but was the overall purpose.

Class 6

Physical Strength : 150
Speed: 100
Firing Speed: 600
Senses: 100
Weapon Type: Automatic
Ammo Count : 50 Pellets

Drawbacks/Limitations

These Drones are incredibly sensitive to the touch. When struck, the Drones are immediately destroyed. But it isn't that they are easily broken that makes them a pain to use, but their slow pace in hovering A single Drone summon requires 200 reiatsu to conjure up. Once summoned to the field, these Drones take away 10% away from Colossus' Physical Strength Stat. They are slow in terms of movement and do make an awful lot of noise when doing so. Their eye glows bright red and are clearly noticeable when they take the field. Their weapon of choice is a nonlethal rubber pellets which only hurt non armored sections of the body. Although these Drones can be renewed, the Stat points that are taken from Colossus do not return until the Doll is resummoned from either death, or from being dismissed.


Drone Reference

Colossus Physical Strength: 270/300

Colossus Reference

[Skoll Koryu]

Skoll’s attacks made a solid landing, but he winced at the damage done; while he was certainly aiming to injure his attacker, perhaps even knock him out, that larger wound could be considered lethal if not treated somewhat immediately just from blood loss. If a Shinigami found out that he’d hurt a human this significantly, there would be Hell to pay for both himself and his pack. Soul Society was normally accepting of the Beast-Clansmen in both worlds, as according to many of the creatures, they were native to the World of the Living. However, like any other spiritual creature, they could be classified as a danger as soon as they threatened the balance that the Shinigami worked so hard to maintain. While one or two human cases would be unlikely to cause a permanent problem or mark him with a bounty, Skoll knew that it’d push both himself and his clan one step closer to getting blacklisted and wiped out.

I could plead my case in self-defense, The Nakabakki mused, frowning to himself. The asshole did attack me first, and unprovoked at that. Of course, there was also his matter of traveling to the World of the Living without proper permit, and that’d be another headache to solve. Bah, that’d have to wait for later; for now, his opponent was starting to recover from the attacks. Skoll would have to do something about the guy, knock him out and get him to a Shinigami for treatment or something. What a pain in the ass this all was. Odin better be thankful I’m not too eager to sink our pack into oblivion, much as those fuckers deserve it sometimes...

Skoll paused, observing his opponent, taking a moment to figure out the extent of the human’s injuries. Most of it didn’t look too terrible, though the wound to the knee definitely looked ugly. No bone jutting out at least, that was a plus; a lot of blood and cut flesh, but while the wound was deep, it certainly could have been worse. The rest of the man looked roughed up and dirtied by his roll on the ground, but on a scale of one to ten, he was looking no worse than a three. Maybe Skoll could get off without a lecture on unnecessary non-lethal force, if he was lucky. Of course, his own injured arm would probably serve as further justification to his response. Who knew? Shinigami were unpredictable.

Suddenly the half-demon’s nose caught a smell. A burning scent, the thick odor of oil and grease, the tang of metal flooding the air. A wave of pressure flooded the area, enough to cause Skoll’s sixth sense to tingle in reaction to the release of a massive amount of Reiatsu. What kind of ability was this? The closest thing that he could compare it to was that of a Shinigami using their Zanpaktou, that sense of power that suddenly burst into being like an explosion. But this guy was definitely no Shinigami; they lacked the sword and robes that usually identified them. Wary, the Nakabakki held himself at ready, prepared to release another blast of spiritual energy to defend himself the moment he figured out what was happening. However, that preparation faded as he quickly spotted what was forming before him.

A towering colossus of metal and light was born from the attacker’s dark shadow, and Skoll’s eyes widened in awe at the creature rising up before him like a massive, living fortress. This was definitely not a Shinigami! No, few races created summoned beings to assist them, at least not directly without the use of a tool or technique. If Skoll were a betting man—which he was, to the dismay of his wallet—he’d have to guess this man was a Bount. Interesting, one of the vampires of the spiritual world had decided to attack him. Was the man after his Reiatsu, like many of his kind, or did he have another reason to strike? Perhaps this was his territory, and Skoll had unintentionally invaded it. Whatever the reason, however, it made the half-demon all the more wary, as Bounts tended to thrive in the nighttime. As the sun descended further, he worried he’d be at a growing disadvantage.

No time to worry about that now, however; the gigantic creature was already beginning to unleash its power, with two more machines coming into creation. More Dolls? Skoll’s sense of awe was transforming into one of a sharp fear that stabbed through him; only stronger Bounts could summon multiple Dolls at once, and if this guy was truly that powerful, Skoll was going to be at risk of his life, not just his pride. Yet running away would do no good, given this guy had attacked first; obviously he was here with the intent to fight, and so flight would be matched by pursuit, and Skoll was not that fast. No, the Nakabakki was going to have to stand his ground, and do his best to either defend himself or at least make enough noise to draw attention from others to break up the fight.

...Or kill me. Monster as opposed to human-looking, I don’t think I’m going to last long if others show up… damnit. This fucking sucks.

Skoll let out a slow exhale as he accepted his situation. He’d have to do his best, and pray for some opening to escape in. Starting with the flying Dolls would be best: they were likely far more mobile than the giant one, and so they’d have to be taken out first in order to best enable the half-demon’s survival. Skoll tested his injured arm, and winced as jagged pain seemed to spike almost to his shoulder. Yeah, it was either broken or fractured severely, and he didn’t think it was a good idea to use it too extensively right now. That left one arm to attack with, and Skoll had revealed his abilities already; the Bount would likely be ready to avoid his attacks now, compared to before. He had other techniques he could draw upon though, and maybe—

A barrage of explosive fire broke Skoll’s contemplation, and with his slow speed, all he could do was cover his head and face as gunfire descended upon him. In his haste, the Nakabakki used both arms to shield himself, to his detriment; as the bullets rained down upon him, striking rapidly, several slammed into his damaged limb. The pain shot through him like a knife, one that was then twisted to make it that much worse. His entire arm felt like it was on fire from the force on his injured limb, and if it wasn’t broken before, it was now! Skoll was only fortunate that the attack seemed to be non-lethal in nature; he had half expected to find himself riddled with bullet holes and bleeding on the ground right now. As it was, he was still on the ground, just with significantly less vital fluids leaking out of him.

“Goddammit!” The half-demon clutched at his pain-filled arm, his muscles tensing at the shock of pain he had not anticipated. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck that hurts!” Skoll clenched his jaws as he rolled into a crouched position, still holding his injured arm as agony continued to flow up and down it in waves. He was dimly aware of dull pain at several points in his body, likely other points where the bullets had struck, but nothing was nearly as bad as the sensation in his arm. “God fucking dammit!” His breathing came heavily for a moment as he wrestled with the pain, making his vision blur.

It only came faster as anger and rage started to build up. If the Bount had any sort of energy sensory sharp enough to define the type, he’d notice a change in Skoll’s Reiatsu. Before it had been chaotic, full of wild but powerful energy, uncaged and ready to release at a moment’s notice. Yet now that chaos broke into full anarchy, and that power became darker, deeper, more malevolent. It roamed loose, full of rage and bloodlust. Skoll was pissed at this point; he had been attacked for no reason, leaving him in an agony he had not experienced in a long time, and was in no rush to repeat. No, the half-demon’s reason and calm were slipping away rapidly, and any constraints he had on more deadly force were starting to come loose. Self-restraint was out the window.

“FUCK. YOU!” A wave of his good arm had Skoll releasing not one, but five Bala in a fan-shaped pattern, aimed to strike the two flying Dolls out of the sky. Agony not far off from that of his broken arm seared through his uninjured limb, and the half-demon barely had enough time to clench his jaws before he risked biting his tongue off in shock from the pain reaction. By itself, one low-level technique hurt, but not drastically; firing off several near-simultaneously gave him no time to recover from the first shock and let them all pile up altogether. His fingers clenched, and his arm muscles cramped, and for a moment the limb refused to move as Skoll was forced to endure the agony as best as he could. It’d fade in seconds, but those seconds felt like minutes as he worked desperately to ease his tight muscles.

As before, the shots were powerful, and fast; unless the flying Dolls were exceptionally agile, they’d be struck with the full force of Skoll’s shots. None of these had their force held back, and were completely lethal in their flight; any of them could demolish a human who wasn’t ready to take them, and it was likely that these mechanical contraptions wouldn’t take them too much better with all of Skoll’s spiritual energy behind them.

Golden eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, their intense stare locking onto the Bount. “And you’re next, fucker...”

Remaining Reiatsu: 3375/4000 (-250 for Bala x5)

Lore of the Spirit: 3/5

[Leon Strife]

The Drones released their volley upon the Blackened Beast that remained at a distance. Two barrels lighting with repeated flashes of light from above the fighting stage, drawing more attention than that of the Bount was capable of at the moment, but that moment was what he needed. Gun fire filled the air with rattling as the man's own gripes of pain vented with short bursts of muffled screams. A makeshift bandage was all that he could muster utilizing a torn sleeve from his mechanic's suit to wrap about the bleeding knee. It was not ideal, but something rather than nothing at the moment. You are bleeding a lot. Regardless of how it looks you are still losing blood. It won't be long before you go into shock, or worse; loss of consciousness. That would be the worst case scenario right now. Sarah harassed him. He knew that his wound was not as deep, but still removed a chunk that could easily turn from bad to worse if allowed to persist. He would not be able to draw the fight out.

Yeah, just keep my conscious. And annoy the Hell out of me to at least to help keep my focus up on what I'm doing. he instructed. Colossus remained poised without moving an inch. Its superior physical strength was something that could easily bulldoze through many targets if it wanted to, yet the issue was that of its own size; it was too big. If Colossus was to stand up straight then its total height would have equaled up to thirty-five feet. That amount in height with how much metal that its body was comprised of made it impossible to move its body with the strength that it had. Eris mentioned to Leon before, should a Bount not have the required strength to use his abilities properly, then it may affect his Dolls as well. The form that it may take would seizing the Doll's very own movements. Well, it explained why Colossus could not physically move itself.

This was an issue as it made the Doll a very large paper weight. Ugh, just how much was he really slacking on his own training considering that it was showing this much. Not only his Doll was unable to move itself, but Leon generally lacked any ability that Aura was capable of doing let alone Eris. As a Bount he was a failure. If he ever told them how this fight turned out then he would surely receive a lecture from the two of them. However, he could not complain about what a mess it was now. All Leon could do was deal with what cards he has now. And although Colossus could not move it was still able to provide the support needed. "Colossus; special order and Glock Nine millimeter now." the Bount orderd.

Another hiss was emitted from the machine as reiatsu pulsed through the gears, shifting gears and reorganizing components as to what the Bount needed. All that Leon needed to do was to keep his distance away from the Beast while allowing the constructs do what they could to wither down the creature's defenses. Steam and violet gas worked its way through the machine into the third leg that Leon found himself leaning against towards the rear of the Doll. He would have to use the Doll's body as support to keep pressure off of the injured leg and -

A chill ran up the man's spine. The shift in the atmosphere changed. Things got... colder. How could he not have noticed the sudden change in the air even before the words he heard across the field reached his ears. “FUCK. YOU!” His hairs were standing, or rather noticeably curving upwards as they stiffened. Eyes more keen than before when they first started with fangs bared. These were not the sudden characteristics that Leon would speak about himself but rather that which stood across from him. "Great." was all that Leon could utter out as a set of quintuplet spheres flaring red were called upon once more. Get ready because I have a feeling that this is only going to get rougher from here on out. Yeah. Most definitely.

The little Drones over head wouldn't stand a chance against the volley that the Sinner. As the Drones altitude climbed they would come under fire by the shrieking cries of Balas. Their own pace overwhelmed the mechanical creations of the Doll turning the pair of eyes in the sky into nothing more than molten balls of fire, and oozing metal that fell down to the ground. Their sudden whizzing down spiral to the ground did not overlap what was stated from the beast, nor did they hid the shine of his eyes. If anything they were highlighted all the more with the small explosions from the pair of crashes by the Drones... “And you’re next, fucker...” with Leon only responding back, "It's go time."

As the Bount muttered his words the hissing of Colossus' leg came to an end, ejecting two objects that Leon took a firm grasp of. A single Glock-18 handgun that was being swung over with his right arm. It panned across the horizon as the second object was grasped with the left hand. Immediately pain shot into both arms. You are forgetting the injury you took to your right arm didn't you? Leon winced as the arm trembled holding the firearm. It was an after thought that the Bount wished was untrue. When making contact with the beast with that first punch Leon felt his arm pulling a muscle of some sort.

Knuckles clenched as much as his teeth grinded when making contact with something that was nearly similar to iron. Despite looking like fur and muscle like any other animal, what Leon felt when throwing that first punch was like hitting a brick wall with his bare hands. It hurt. Even after the Sinner was pushed back with that single blow it sent a wave of pressure down into his forearm that made it tingle with a numbing pain. It shot further past the forearm as it led into the elbow joint and toward the deltoids. Whatever it was that happened at that moment between the two made the Bount's arm sting, which was the reason why now there was a growing issue with holding the firearm now. He could still use the arm, but it was surely a pain to do so. The same could be said with the left arm, yet he had to put more effort into using it considering he had used it as a small shield from the previous volley from before.

"Colossus; Eyes in the Sky." Leon called out. An alarming grumble vented from the small gaps in the Doll's armored figure as a wave of reiatsu was fired once more. Gears turned, and components rearranged themselves to work the pieces needed to be used for a secondary deployment of Drones. They would only take a few moments for their creation, as such Leon readied his weapon as he slowly approached to the front of the Doll, limping with the use of his good leg. Only then did the Bount was capable of using his firearm as it would place him within its effective range. Only then did Leon squeeze the trigger of the Glock, firing a single unaccurate shot at the Sinner. A single shot that would be that of a signal of the Doll's processing of the second wave of Drones to aid in the battle. Each one taking to a different side flanking their target with their motors buzzing in the air, and releasing their own volley of ten shots each upon the half-breed.


Remaining Reiatsu: 850/1250


Glock Ammo Count: 11/12


Colossus Reiatsu; 700/1500 : - 400 x2 Drone, - 80 x1 Handgun, -100 x1 Plastic Explosive.

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{Armory}

1. Armory

Ever seen a weapons vault filled with automatics, handguns, and shotguns? Armory takes the gears and materials inside the Doll to construct a multitude of firearms that can be used by the Bount or his allies. When crafting such weapons, gears mash together with the plating materials that are inside the Doll. Super heating these pieces together in order to shape them into the weapon that is desired by its Master. There are only three categories of firearms that it can construct, each with their own uses, but nevertheless, what they fire are all physical projectiles, and have their own set stats.

Handguns

Class 7
Physical Strength : 100
Bullet Speed : 600
Range of Effectiveness : 15 feet
Type: Semi-automatic
Ammo : 12 Shots
Reiatsu Cost Per Crafting : 80

ShotGuns

Class 5
Physical Strength : 400
Bullet Speed : 600
Range of Effectiveness : 5 feet
Type: Semi-automatic
Ammo : 6 shots
Reiatsu Cost Per Crafting : 150

Rifles

Class 3
Physical Strength : 600
Bullet Speed : 800
Range of Effectiveness : 30 feet
Type : Automatic
Ammo : 20 Shots
Reiatsu Cost Per Crafting : 350


Drawbacks/Limitations:

Each of the crafted weapons has set stats, which can not be changed or altered by the Bount or the Doll. These weapons do not take much time in order to be crafted, but each weapon can not be reloaded once they are out of bullets. The only way that the guns can receive more ammo for a gun is by creating another gun, which does take reiatsu. At the same time, it is obvious that each of these guns do have their own weight as well. Handguns do not have much weight to them, but a Shotgun and Rifles do carry more. And since these weapons do consist of Colossus' inner parts, each construct takes away from its body, and its overall physical strength. For each time that Armory is used, 25 points of Colossus' Physical Strength is reduced. It does not matter which weapon is constructed, the Physical Strength Stat is reduced by the 25 points.

The points that are taken away from Armory do not return until the Doll is resummoned, either from being resurrected from its death or being dismissed. Not only that, but the weapons can be stolen if the Bount isn't careful when the weapon is produced as it ejected from one of the three tentacles. Yet, the biggest drawback to these weapons is that they are all nonlethals. The physical impact that each weapon has is only the amount of force that is felt when being struck by them. What makes up the bullets are actually energy bolts made of reiatsu. These bolts are incapable of piercing through the flesh, only discharging a numbing bolt of electricity. These bolts do not stun but cause pain equaled to the physical strength that is equivalent to the weapon.

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{Mayhem}

3. Mayhem

Much like Armory, Mayhem handles explosives and demolition. In basic terms, the things that go boom. Hand Grenades, C4, and Plastic Explosives, Mayhem derives from the amount of damage that it does to a targeted location, and that of specific radius of the point of the explosion. Each of the sort of explosive does have its own individual cost and own damage radius. Besides that, much like Armory, these explosives are constructed from Colossus' internal workings. With that aside, each explosive device does have its own cost, including a nature of detonation.



Fragment Grenade

Class 6
Physical Strength : 400
Blast Radius : 3 Feet
Production Reiatsu Cost Per/ : 80
Activation Reiatsu Cost : 0 (But triggers a few moments after the pin has been pulled)
Size: Baseball


C4

Class 3
Physical Strength : 500
Blast Radius : 5 Feet
Production Reiatsu Cost Per/ : 150
Activation Reiatsu Cost : 50
Size: Football


Plastic Explosive

Class 3
Physical Strength : 600
Blast Radius : 2 feet
Production Reiatsu Cost Per/ : 100
Activation Reiatsu Cost : 100
Specialty : Sticky Explosive
Size: Baseball


Drawbacks/Limitations

Unlike Armory, Mayhem has a high risk factor to it. That factor revolves being within the blast radius when the explosive detonates. The physical force of these explosives are quite dangerous, so they must be handled with care. Not only with care, but the necessity of being cautious of when mustering them to the field. Despite these devices sprouting from one of the tentacles of Colossus, they must be handled like any other device. Pins must be pulled, positioned, then triggered. Regardless of how dangerous they are, Leon must set them to where he desires them to be for maximum effectiveness. At the same time, these explosives are purely energy inside. The explosives themselves are infused with pure reiatsu energy rather than flammable materials. This form of energy is what allows the explosives to do harm, but not lethal. These closely resemble that of concussive grenades that numb the senses, like disruptive hearing, dizzy vision, impaired senses to the touch.

Not only that, but some of these devices have a detonation cost to stack with their construction. These devices do not have a limit in how many can be created at once, or in a single post, but producing too many can drain the Bounts limited reiatsu. And to top it off, producing these devices take away from the Doll's overall physical strength stat. The lost points from the stat do not return until the Doll is resummoned after death or after being dismissed.


-25 Points from PS/ Grenade constructed

-50 Points from PS/ Plastic Explosive constructed

-100 Points from PS/ C4 constructed

*2 Drones Active: Ammo Count Drone A and B: 40/50


Colossus Physical Strength: 270/300: - 10% x2 Drones, - 25 PS Handgun, -50 Plastic Explosive

[Skoll Koryu]

Skoll found himself slightly surprised, even in the haze of rage that had taken him over; he hadn’t expected that the flying Dolls would be taken down so easily – a single Bala hit had crushed them and left nothing but falling scrap behind. Interesting. Maybe this Bount wasn’t as powerful as he had expected, though this fact pissed the half-demon off all the more. If he was weak, then all the damage that Skoll had taken thus far had even more impact, though this time on the wolf’s pride. His golden eyes narrowed even more, his fury pushing itself even further as his hackles rose up. His hands clenched into fists, and his teeth were bared.

All right, you prick, time to show you what a real monster is...

Skoll’s Reiatsu flared up again, but this time it was an entirely new trick that he released, rather than simply blasting away at his target. The bracelet of sinew and fang that was woven across the Nakabakki’s upper arm seem to writhe and twist as his technique activated, and a wave of Hellish Reiatsu seemed to flow over the area, coating everything in an enormous radius of almost seven hundred feet around Skoll. The Bount would certainly be caught within it, as would his massive, lumbering Doll, and the two of them would immediately be ensnared by its effects. Everything would feel like it was becoming darker, warped, twisted before their eyes. A creeping sensation would start to overcome them, a feeling like dark fingers beginning to wrap around them.

Sinner’s Cross: The Beast Within was a technique of fear and horror, an ability that was meant to disable foes by showing them the true nature of monstrosity. At its edges, up to about five hundred feet away from Skoll, its effects were only visual; every person or creature within sight would appear to be monstrous, warped, evil; this would apply to both the Bount and his Doll, the two of them seeing each other as terrifying forms. The Doll might see the smaller human replaced by some fiendish devil with a desire to attack it, while the Bount might see a massive titan looming over him, ready to crush him beneath its gigantic feet. Of course, this effect was only visual, and given their relative positions, the two of them would likely figure out who the other was, and only have to wonder at the visible changes to themselves and each other.

But that was where the next step of the technique came in; as long as the Bount was between two hundred and five hundred feet from Skoll, the Sinner’s Cross would twist at his heart, filling him with fear, loathing, and hatred at any “monster” within his sight. Even if his brain told him logically that the creature above him was his Doll, the Bount would still feel horror and revulsion, the emotion threatening to triumph over reason. And even worse, if he somehow was within one hundred and eighty feet of Skoll, the Bount would know the true horrors of Monstrosity. The final step of the Sinner’s Cross took its toll on the mind, forcing a belief of the monsters around the victim, everything horrible and deadly and fear-inspiring; if he was too close, and had no means to resist, the Bount would quickly come to understand the horror that seeped into Skoll’s very existence, with only the half-demon himself appearing unchanged; after all, why would his technique change someone that was already a monster in his own eyes?

The effects of the technique were meant to be demoralizing, terrifying its victim with the monsters that surrounded them. And Skoll could only make it worse as he charged in, closing the gap between himself and the Bount at an exceptional speed. Even if the two weren’t close enough initially, it wouldn’t take more than a second or two for the half-demon to close the gap enough that the Bount would be fully engulfed in the Sinner’s Cross technique. Fear and terror would dig into him like dark claws, a world of monsters emerging to sink its fangs into him. This was not an attack on the body, but on the heart, on morale. Crushed by nightmares, the Bount would almost certainly be far less effective in his fight. His Doll and its drones, too, would be enveloped in the chaotic mass of dark Reiatsu, potentially unleashing fire on everything within their range.

But still, that hadn’t stopped the Bount from attacking as Skoll closed the distance. A single shot went off, and while the half-demon was able to avoid a more deadly blow—whether it was due to the accuracy of the shot or his own reflexes, he couldn’t say—the bullet still tore across the shoulder of his uninjured arm. Burning pain erupted in a searing fountain of agony, but although Skoll screamed out his renewed agony at the injury, he continued his charge. Rubber bullets thudded against the ground behind him, though a handful struck at his back and shoulders, adding to the bruising already in place. Already a new spell was forming, cast mentally as yellow tendrils enveloped both of his arms; a sweep of both to release them sent a renewed bolt of pain through his whole body as his injured arm absorbed the shock of casting a spell through it and redoubled the damage as it reverberated in his whole system.

The tendrils were not aimed at the Bount; instead, they’d wrap around each of the gigantic Doll’s legs, each of the two spells binding one of the colossus’s three legs. Normally this spell was used to bind an individual target, and potentially tie multiple targets together through repeated castings, rendering a victim captive. This time, however, Skoll struck with a more violent idea of restraint, connecting each of the two spells and drawing them together into one place. Essentially, this would cause each leg to be pulled inward, and were the Bount not already ahead in order to get a cleaner shot, he might have been at risk of being crushed as they came together. This would, however, go a long way in toppling the gigantic Doll as its balance was disrupted, its legs tied together if the spell was not avoided somehow.

Heedless of the risk to his person, Skoll charged directly at his opponent, a pure mass of spiritual energy forming in his hand. Although he could have used a Bala instead of charging in, to deal damage at a range as a response to the gunshot that currently had blood flowing down the side of his body, this was personal. He was mad. His hand came up in an attempt to slam into the Bount’s middle, much like a punch to the gut, but this attack had a blast of pure power from Hado #1: Sho performing the blow, using his Reiatsu Strength. If the attack connected, the Bount would no doubt be sent flying a good distance from the impact, and would likely be looking at broken ribs at very least. Only its low-level nature kept the Sho spell from being a lethal strike.

“NOW FUCKING DIE!”

Remaining Reiatsu: 3100/4000 (-200 for Sinner’s Cross: The Beast Within, -50 for Bakudo #9: Horin x2, -25 for Hado #1: Sho)

Lore of the Spirit: 4/5

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{Sinner’s Cross: The Beast Within}Technique Name: Sinner’s Cross: The Beast Within

Class: 4

Technique Type: Hell Technique

Usable By: All Hell Races – Akki, Nakabakki, Hason, and Saika

Technique Element: None

Technique Description and Effects:
We have all heard of the Quincy Cross of the Holy Quincy Empire, an item of reverence that no real Quincy would be without. Naturally, Hell cannot let such a beloved item go without being perverted, twisted, and corrupted into a dark mass that no longer resembles the original tool, and indeed, everything about it from its appearance to its nature have been completely altered by the Hell being that has taken it for themselves. The Sinner's Cross varies in shape by the user, though it will always resemble a small accessory, either a necklace, a bracelet, or an earring whose charm or symbols are customized by the user. Once this technique is created, this item will exist as a passive accessory with no natural effects until activated at a cost of 200 Reiatsu, which will then activate the ability inherent to it as a passive effect that lasts for five posts, at which point it must be refreshed to resume. Unlike the Quincy Cross, which draws in Reiatsu particles for the user to manipulate, the Sinner's Cross is quite the opposite because it exudes spiritual energy. But the nature of this energy is what varies, once it is activated; it takes on the nature of the user's Aspect of Hell, and the way in which this manifests is chosen during the creation process for this technique. These effects are generally moderate in power, equal to no more than a Class 4 effect, and manifests in the form of an illusion or aura that radiates outwards from the bearer of the Sinner's Cross. The radius of this technique is equal to a number of feet equal to the user's highest Spiritual stat, though the effects will vary in effectiveness depending on the distance from the user (see drawbacks below.)

Skoll’s Sinner’s Cross takes on the form of a bracelet that is secured around his upper arm. This bracelet is made from what looks to be the sinews of a beast woven together into a thick braid, and strung with jagged, pointed teeth that surround the length of it. A single tooth, larger than the rest by a good margin, hangs in the front, the “cross” for the necklace. This bracelet is a symbol for Skoll’s aspect of Hell, Monstrosity, and its ability is appropriate to that theme, drawing out the monster from within all who are affected. Those who are afflicted know the pain and suffering that Skoll himself feels constantly, the pain of being an outcast, a monster to one’s own perception.

The Beast Within is a mix of physical, emotional, and mental illusions, depending on the afflicted individual’s proximity to Skoll. At its furthest range, from the edge to one fourth of the way in, the only illusion applies to appearance, or rather, the perception of appearance. Any victim within this range or closer of the Sinner’s Cross will find that every person around them, friend or foe and even themselves, has suddenly become monstrous to their eyes. Pointed, jagged claws, twisted wings, serpentine coils, scaled skin, forked tongues, ichor and ooze… all of these things transform the viewed into a monster. Only Skoll is left unchanged, but that is because, in his own eyes, he is already a monster. This is, of course, only a visual illusion. However, the sensations that the viewer feels upon seeing these things is very real.

It gets worse at the next step, from one-fourth of the way in to three-fourths of the way in. At this point, the emotional aspect of the illusion begins to kick in. The sight of a “monster,” is enough to begin to put fear into the victim, as well as loathing and disgust. This isn’t just those around them, either, but self-directed as well, as any view of self, even just seeing one’s own hands, shows a monster as well. This loathing is enough to cause one to cringe back, to be unwilling to approach a “monster,” fearing it even as they hate it. They may attack it, but doing so at close range is difficult, simply because of that revulsion aspect. Worse, that fear and loathing distracts them and creates paranoia, making it harder to focus and concentrate. Anything that requires focus to use is more difficult, now.

The worst of it, though, is the last step, from the three-fourths mark to the point where Skoll is standing. At this point, it’s not just physical or emotional illusions: it’s mental as well. Though up until this point the emotions and logic may be in conflict, with the rational mind telling the victim that they are just seeing illusions and not actual transformations, within this range even the mind is convinced. At this point, even logic cannot deny it: these are monsters, terrifying, real to the mind. These are hideous, twisted creatures. Who they were before didn’t matter; all that matters is what the victim sees now. Now, the victim is surrounded by monsters, and must deal with them accordingly.

How to use technique:
Pour Reiatsu into the manifested Sinner's Cross, and let its effects flow out around the user.

Technique Drawbacks:
Naturally, this technique has its own drawbacks. For one thing, the effects of this aura can never be directly fatal, nor can they be significantly harmful, as appropriate for a Class 4 technique. In the examples above, an aura of flames can only create minor burns upon close contact, or an aura of darkness can still be penetrated by strong enough senses or a light source of sufficient spiritual strength. This technique only lasts for five posts before being refreshed, and like the Quincy Cross, the user must concentrate on keeping it active each post; if they do not focus, even as a side thought, on keeping it active while they are fighting, it will automatically shut off. As this is a constant effect, even passive posts taken while maintaining this effect count as combat posts.

The technique also loses potency the further out one is from the user; within the first 25% of the aura, measuring from the center outwards, the effects are at their full potency. For example, if an aura has a radius of 100 feet, then from the user to 25 feet outwards is at full potency. From 25% to 75% (i.e. with a 100 foot radius, from 25-75 feet away from the user) the effects of the aura are reduced by one-fourth of their potency. From 75% to the edge of the aura (i.e. with a 100 foot radius, from 75 to 100 feet away from the user), the effects are reduced to half of their normal potency.

For Skoll in particular, his Sinner’s Cross has two major weaknesses: the first is that it is less effective against those who are not ruled by fear or who live in the darkness. Those who have a Lack of Fear at 2 or higher can reduce the effects of the second stage, making it far easier to maintain their calm and not react negatively to the images around them. Those with a Dark Aura of 75 or higher are similarly able to resist the darkness, unafraid of the shadowy figures within. A Lack of Fear at 3 or a Dark Aura of 90 or higher will grant a similar reprieve even at the worst stage, removing the mental acceptance and simply giving a weaker version of the emotional fear. Even better, a Dark Aura of 100 makes the victim completely immune to this technique. The other drawback is that this is a visual illusion; without sight to trigger the emotional or mental responses, this technique does not even begin to take effect. This also happens when a victim has an Illusion Resistance of 3, completely negating this technique, while an Illusion Resistance of 2 will simply reduce the effects by a single tier. Finally, this technique does not affect those of a higher Class than the user.

Made By: Skoll Koryu

Reserved?: Yes

[Leon Strife]

The world of vibrant color turned into a vague realm of dread, and shadows. Something that suddenly blanketed the lush world that always resided around him had become bent, warped into a form that he did not recognize. Or rather, into a world that one would see in the depths of their dreams. Silhouettes that struggle to take form as they separate themselves from the background, and becoming their own entity. The clear separation from imagination to physical form, as the dreams would shift from a world that was in the darkness behind closed eyes to what nightmares would come to play on. It was these very images that took a hold on the Bount's consciousness, turning the world before him into the realm of shadows that was before him now.

The odd sensations that swept past him like a tsunami came about as a particular aura was emitted by the Werewolf figure. A gust of wind and air that pushed through him that made his world viewing turn to utter disgust and horror. The ground was murky, clinging to him with a heavy violet residue. What was that of fresh air was stiff, yet cold. A sort of welling that was slithering from his core through the nerves of his body. This was a sensation that he felt before as a child. A time that he viewed the world with dread, uncaring, unforgiving, where nothing made sense if one were the follow the rules that it had created. For someone who did not know what he was, nor who he was it was a terrifying place to be. He could only continue to walk an unmarked path with all eyes watching him, and no where to rest his head.

This was a familiar sensation altogether.

This was fear.

A sensation that he had not felt since he was child, growing up in the darkest of places he believed it to be. Even as he looked up, what should have been a somewhat familiar body was shrouded in a blackened silhouette, with a single red hazing eye staring down at him. A single eye that he could only make out in the darkness as it motioned towards him in inches. Leon's instinct kicked into overdrive, being not that of a warrior or that of a hunter. Leon was no trained Shinigami, or that of a soldier who was pushed through the merits of serving a country. He had no beliefs like that of the Quincies that carried him through day to day. He had no pride or strength of will like the Beastclan that fought for territory, and one's own pride. He had none of these characteristics or qualities. Leon was a man among monsters.

A quick glimpse of another silhouette emerged from the limited boundaries of his sights, coming forth from the darkness around him. A single apparition that sped towards him wielding threads of white that noosed around him. At first he assumed that he was caught, but he felt nothing. The threads of white did not touch him, but rather the creature that hovered over him. Soon enough it was coming down at him, tilting forward to the Bount. Leon had to stay under it, moving to the rear and keep himself in its blind spot before its figure crushed him. Limping with an injured leg could only get him so far from his position before “NOW FUCKING DIE!”

Leon's brows jerked at a vague sense of reiatsu that came from the still approaching. His own attention was more keen on the tumbling silhouette over himself that he did not pay much attention to the other figure, keeping his attention more than split. The sensation that was brewing within the Bount kept his sights tunneled onto a single entity than that of having it multi-tasked on the other individuals, going as far as having himself prepare the plastic explosive with his left hand. Perhaps he was considering planting the substance onto its eye to blind it, utilizing his own fit of growing rage to tackle it head on afterwards. That was the thought behind cupping the charge from behind his waist, however the second entity put a change to that as he felt something spiral against his midsection. Something that was tearing the cloth that made up his shirt, grinding through and against the bare skin that resided underneath it.

His eyes shifted as to that of the shadowed figure that was planting its hazy appendage into his abdomen. Its eyes were screens of blurred white light that was buried beneath the dispersing shadows that made up its form. It snarled at him with eyes that saw only him. Eyes that Leon hated. Eyes that were watching only him in this dreadful world. The eyes he saw were those that resided in the world of monsters, within the unforgiving world. Eyes that could only belong to a monster that saw a man that it could devour. Leon's legs planted themselves firmly into the ground at the point of contact, having themselves grind only a few inches before being lifted off. His body pushed into the grinding force upon impact. Teeth gritting. Left hand balling into a fist with plastic gel within, leaking out from the seams between his clenched fingers, and swung.

The Bount's ribs could be felt cracking beneath the force of the reiatsu technique, but he pushed past the moment of pain, pushing himself to endure it to bring his fist down into the right eye of the silhouette. There was no hope in believing it may have scored, or connected with the horrific figure. He did not hope. He did not care. All that fueled this single punch was the hate and anger that was fueling that single strike. Leon was a man that was born into the unforgiving, uncaring world of monsters. He had no characteristics that could be compared to that of the other races he had come into contact with but one. This was a trait that someone who had the will to endure hardships in a world of monsters.

The man was a survivor. "FUCK YOU!"

The only thing that he could witness was the white light of the eye vanish beneath the hammering fist of his left hand before feeling his body become weightless. A violent thrust that had drove him away, tumbling the world around him until the sudden shock of something stern behind him. Leon could only hear lapses of splintering before something heavy shook the ground behind him. Trapped in a daze, the tree twenty-five feet away had caught him before snapping into two. His consciousness coming in and out as another rumble came from the toppling of his Doll. His left hand no longer feeling warm, comforted by the gel moments before. The realization stunk in another moment after taking upon the notice of its missing warmth, then detonating it. The only other sounds he could muster himself of hearing were his own ragged breathes, and the repeating shots of the berserking Drones that were beginning to fire randomly at what they could, littering the area around the Doll with rubber bullets.

Leon could not move.


Remaining Reiatsu: 750/1250 -100 Plastic Explosive Detonatation


*2 Drones Active: Ammo Count Drone A and B: 0/50

Glock Ammo Count: 11/12

[Skoll Koryu]

“FUCK YOU!”

Even as Skoll’s hand drove forward, slamming the raw blast of Reiatsu into the Bount’s stomach, the man managed to catch himself, his feet digging into the ground. Though Skolls’s spiritual strength was far higher than his opponent’s, and no defense could stop it, his ability to actually press the guy backwards was far inferior, his low physical strength betraying him once again. Were the Nakabakki mentally coherent enough to think about it, he would have thought that this was a suicide move; by pushing back against Skoll, the Bount was just driving the spell further into his body, likely doing additional damage to his ribs and guts. But he hadn’t shown a death wish up until now—aside from attacking Skoll in the first place—and another time, the half-demon wolf might have been suspicious of the action. But for now, the action simply gave Skoll more opportunity to drive his attack home.

It was only pure instinct that saved him from a far more devastating blow a moment later, one that he couldn’t have expected in his furious state. A hand came up, a clenched fist swinging towards his face. Skoll didn’t even think, didn’t attempt to dodge; instead, his good arm rose quickly, intercepting the blow. Though the half-demon’s physical strength paled in comparison to his opponent’s, it was enough to deflect the attack ever so slightly, bearing it away from his face even as he felt his wrist creak beneath the blow. Any slower, and Skoll would have found that punch impacting his eye, a terrible blow that he would not have easily been able to endure. Even then, his deflection had come at a price, damaging his lightly-injured arm to the point he could feel the shock rocketing down towards his elbow. It could have been worse, at least.

He hardly noticed the warmth on his arm where the strike had landed, even as his foe was sent hurtling back.

Everything went white. Skoll felt his feet go out from under him, felt everything around him spinning in a sudden stomach-lurching twist of vertigo. A cacophonous burst of noise exploded into his hearing, followed by a sharp silence and a shrill ringing that only further served to dizzy him. The world seemed to whirl about him, sky and ground inverting and then resuming their orientation in sudden bursts marked further by the impact he made with the ground each time his vision spun. Unlike the Bount, who had had the fortune—or misfortune—of colliding with an object to stop his motion, Skoll met no resistance besides that of the dirt beneath him as he slammed into the earth not once, but three different times, the impact causing him to bounce and roll across the rocky soil.

Finally, he slowed to a stop in a cloud of dirt and dust. Battered and bruised, and dazed from whatever had sent him flying in the first place, Skoll found his vision blurring as his eyes refused to focus. The ringing in his head had developed into a piercing headache, one that left him feeling dizzy as he pushed himself up onto his feet. The half-demon clutched at his head as he staggered into a half-standing position, his knees shaking to support him. The arm he had used to defend himself was a constant mass of burning agony, a lance of pain that struck through him with every heartbeat. Now not just one, but both arms were an absolute mess, with one broken from the initial attacks and the other damaged considerably thanks to the explosive force of whatever had struck him. He was hardly in any condition to continue this fight much longer, if at all.

The one blessing was that the Bount seemed to have taken Skoll’s attack just as badly, his form lying prone where it had slammed into a nearby tree. Though the attack wouldn’t have been purely lethal, the man was probably feeling the impact throughout every part of his body, the sheer power behind the blow enough to probably leave him in need of serious care. Good. Fucker deserves it. The half-demon briefly considered finishing the guy off while he could, but his anger was starting to cool, and with it went his murderous intent. Oh, he still hated the guy, and were the Bount capable of fighting back, Skoll wouldn’t hesitate to break a few more bones. It just wouldn’t look good for him to be beating up on a helpless victim, asshole or not.

Skoll couldn’t help but give one last parting salvo, however: “Hope you learned your lesson, jackass!” His cocky grin back despite the constant pain tugging at his consciousness and threatening to drag him down into darkness, the half-demon managed to raise one of his damaged arms up just enough to flip the bird at his fallen adversary. “Don’t fuck with your local monster – you’ll regret it worse next time!” With that, Skoll started to stagger away, ready to leave the incident behind.

It was only when he turned away that the Nakabakki spotted a Shinigami standing atop one of the nearby hills, likely drawn to the noise and explosions caused by the two combatants. The man’s weapon was already drawn, and he quickly approached Skoll with his Zanpaktou at ready. Sighing, the half-demon prepared to explain himself—after all, he had been the one attacked, and could argue self-defense after all was said and done—when the Shinigami suddenly closed the gap between the two of them and struck before a word could be spoken.

Clunk!

Skoll barely registered the hilt of the man’s weapon impacting the top of his skull, unable to do more than simply collapse limply to the ground, his already struggling consciousness finally diving down into darkness. As he passed out, he only briefly heard the Shinigami’s words as a Senkaimon was opened, followed by the world spinning as he was lifted onto the man’s shoulder to be carried. “Yeah, it’s that wolf again… causing trouble… question him… if treatment needed… get his story...”

And with that, the confrontation ended, with the winner being unceremoniously lugged back to Soul Society like a sack of potatoes.

((OOC: Battle end, feel free to do one last post to wrap up your end if you'd like for the extra TP! If not, feel free to go ahead and report it.))

[Leon Strife]

Particles of reiatsu began seething from the massing giant that toppled beneath its weight. Pieces of itself were dissolving into the air that would soon merge back with the shadow of its Master. The artifacts that were created met with the same result, with each component pulling themselves apart into smaller pieces to return to their point of origin. The Doll was returning to where it once came into the realm that all Dolls inhabited as the Master himself was subtly falling into an unconscious state. The sense of shock and lost of breath was taking a toll with his left arm beginning to fall beneath its own weight just as the Doll did. Light swiftly turned to dark with the sounds of life around him turning into mere hollowed echoes. Fighting to stay conscious was in vain.

Nothing about himself was answering his will to continue on. Everything hurt. Each subtle movement only met with a agonizing gasp for air, and an alarming stab at his lower abdomen. The weight of the Glock in hand became nothing more than dust in the wind as its composition faded away with only the stirring sensation of numbing spiking along the limb. Leon did not have the strength to stand, or to move himself for the time being. All he had was put forth to regaining what strength he had left while he remained motionless. That would have been the smartest decision he made. As his eyelids grew heavier, the staggering black silhouette he faced wandered off to become an utter mirage. He could not hear what was going on around him, losing even the sounds that his own gasping made. What he could manage was one final stitched effort before the call to rest consumed him.

His right hand massaged the pockets to his tattered mechanic's suit. Brushing over the dirt and greased layers of fiber, Leon painted his fingers over the ruffles of torn edges to find his phone. Calling would be an issue as his own voice could not be heard. He could not hear a single thing he said as his own hearing was fading as much as his consciousness was. With perhaps a broken ribcage, talking would only worsen his condition. The best that he could do was limit the spread of possibly causing further injury. A small light gleamed over the haze of his vision, casting small letters across. His fingers dragged across the screen several times, swiping to direct himself to an Emergency number with Uzaki. It was a number that Employees could utilize when they required assistance, resulting with aid being sent to their location via GPS. It was a good as time as any.

Every breath made the next more difficult, becoming more shallow as the moments went on. Struggling with a single text made forming a single sentence seem dreadfully long. As if time was coming to a standstill. The Bount could only manage a single text that would describe the situation as it was being delivered through text rather than a call over such a number. The words alone felt heavier than what he was feeling as nostalgia gripped him. A sensation that he hated, and more so should there have been other lives that were counting on him to protect them. Leon hated this feeling. His thumb slowly drew across the white screen to tap a single key on the pad labeled "Send." It was all that Leon could do until help arrived to wheel him out of the area and into Emergency Care. Leon faded into the darkness to rest his body until he could wake up once again.


Mission failed.


OCC: This would conclude the thread, and issuing Skoll as the Winner.

[Ludwig Verrlicht]

Alright so with Skoll being the winner of this fight he gains 100TP.

Skoll: 46 paragraphs -> 460 TP + 100 TP for winning

Leon: 40 paragraphs -> 400 TP