Gefangener auf freiem Fuß (R, DP)

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

So the eagles were better than the dog and the giant soldiers, that much was proven to Asmoskon when the small group of them began to shreich out producing shockwaves mighty enough to knock his arrows off course. That sight gave him enough information about the two of them though enough that despite continuing with his plan and firing down the three arrows he’d planned on to Kitai, by the time the eagles reached him Asmoskon began to descend downwards between them. Giving him just an extra moment or two before the eagles could turn and catch up to him with their superior flying speed. Almost right away though Asmoskon tucked his body inwards moving his crimson wings around him like a ball only to then extend back outwards and vanish.

Executing Hirenkyaku to enhance his speed once again Asmoskon moves back upwards above the position of the eagles once again. The two of them turned inwards toward one another where Asmoskon had just been less than a moment ago. Longbow in his right hand now Asmoskon in a motion practiced thousands of times releases another volley of arrows this time guided to come not straight down, but from multiple angles. Closing a shorter distance with the same speed while the eagles do their best to relocate him Asmoskon feels confident his arrows will pierce through Kitai’s summons leaving him once again as the only target.

Even if successful in eliminating the two eagles though Asmoskon could feel his skull splitting in frustration and pain, the screeching had been enough to harm his ears even with his sense of hearing diminished at the moment. It felt almost like he was suffering from one of the worst hangovers he could imagine. The fog on the island surface was moving something that took his attention for a moment as he relocated Kitai moving across the surface. His arrows hadn’t been enough just like he’d assumed but now he gained a bit more info on that damned fog. “Seems I really only have a couple options.” Pulling in more of the reiatsu from the sky around him Asmoskon feels almost as if he’d been forgetting to breathe for a moment.

Holding his longbow out in front of him Asmoskon positions it downwards to aim at Kitai, pulling back the string of his bow with more emphasis than normal an arrow forms on the bow. A singular arrow this time that begins to grow in size almost immediately before a face begins to form from the head of the arrow, one of furious rage. Pouring everything about himself into his reiatsu Asmoskon activates Gate forcing every ounce of his reiatsu to flare up reaching a height normally not achievable. "Strike through the clouds of Heaven. Break us from these Chains. The Screech of pain is nigh for the time is now. Burst through the containment and claim Freedom."

The incantation spoken granting the arrow a large increase to its size Asmoskon continues the channeling while keeping his left eye tracking Kitai. He’d made a mistake or at least made it even easier to keep sight of him. Not only was the fog he generated following after him, but now the two additional arrows that Asmoskon had just fired clashed against what seemed to be something bright red. Asmoskon couldn’t make out what exactly it was with more than fifty feet between them still but he could tell Kitai’s location. His Firing property still active would be enough normally, but it was time to spare this island more devastation. So it was time to bring this hunt to a close and collect the bounty.

Bringing over this right wing Asmoskon allows his blood to paint his bowstring mixing the black and crimson reiatsu with the physical liquid of life. The last step to the technique which the moment afterwards gained strength like a breath of fresh air after holding one’s breath. Enhancing it just a bit further with the power of his bracelet then the bowstring is released and the arrow begins its descent downwards onto Kitai. The arrow shifted not just from a larger than normal arrow, but what looks like a full size Asian Dragon roaring down. A body of black scales and crimson eyes made of reiatsu while the dragon’s body stretches fourteen feet in width making it more like a trailer coming for Kitai.

The size though wouldn’t be the biggest of problems although it would prove to make avoiding it vastly more difficult. Asmoskon had tested Kitai only a moment ago and found that the Hellion either couldn’t react to his arrows speed or had been taken off guard by it. His Dragon no doubt would clash with the chains, but the size would envelope them all and Kitai succeeding in its purpose anyway. This was the plan at least and in order to accomplish that plan his dragon was even faster than his previous arrow. Normally moving at more than double the speed of a typical arrow his dragon was locked onto Kitai now enhanced by his firing property only to be granted the additional speed of the bracelet. While Kitai dealt with the mythical arrow coming his way Asmoskon beats hint heavily now absorbs more of the reiatsu funneling if throughout himself knowing that it’ll take a moment to recover from such a technique.

Dragon Arrow: 14 feet wide, 4,750 speed, class 1, OS 1,600

Kurimuzon Furaito: 3/10

Remaining Reiatsu: 780/2500
Cross: (+1,600)
Bracelet: (-500)
Gate: (Everything Costs 2x, -100)
Drachen Stürmen: (-1,200)
Kurimuzon Furaito: (-600)

[Kitai Yoru]

Kitai had been staring up at the Quincy as he sat in his writhing mass of elongated glowing arms before it happened. He had been looking right at him, though that hardly mattered. The man was so far away that he was more like an angry red speck against the relaxing blue sky. Kitai had been thinking about how he was going to get up towards him, when it happened. In a sense, it was like being struck by a bolt of lightning. Not because it was made of lightning or anything, but because of the sheer impossibility of its speed.

Between one instance and the next, Kitai went from glaring at the angry red speck, to glaring at the angry red dragon that filled his field of vision. His face went from shock, to panic, as his makeshift shield lurched backwards, the draconic arrow using him to plow a trench through the island. He was sure it was a sight to behold, as the sheer speed of the thing sent him flying further than any attack had before. He yelled in pain, as his arms and legs were peeled apart from the Quincy's power.

And then it was burned to ash against his Grasp of the Dead. Kitai collapsed on the ground, reeling in pain from the unexpected attack. The limbs of his Gigai were alright, but the body underneath was damaged. He used the arms to make a dome, like before, sitting and thinking in the crater he had inadvertently made. He would call his conundrum vexing, if he used words like conundrum or vexing. Even though he sustained damage that would be crippling to just about any other person, he would be fine after a minute or two, and could even fight through the sustained damage.

The problem was, he couldn't fight. His opponent didn't just skirt his range, he was staying at the other end of the ballroom. Was that how that analogy was meant to be used? He didn't know, and he didn't care. What he did care about, was trying to think of a way he would actually reach this edgy angel. "Know what, I'm just dropping the fog. It's hindering me at this point." He said to himself, unleashing five more flying horrors from the mist, before cutting off the reiatsu he had been feeding it. It still leached more, the greedy thing, but it would go away shortly. In the meantime, he had to figure out how far that arrow had launched him, because he felt that he flew pretty far.

Grasp of the Dead x4: 400
Black Fog: 250
Reiatsu Remaining:10,050/18,000

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Asmoskon watched as the dragon arrow that he fired out closed the distance down to the ground faster than even his trained eye could perceive one moment it was right in front of him and the next he was witnessing it rip apart the island. Like the edge of a knife being dragged through a body of wood the island put up some resistance yet Asmoskon could see that his technique was scaring the piece of land. Already Kitai had unleashed an attack that had completely wiped out a distant piece of the island where he currently flew above, now Asmoskon’s own attack had carved in another wound which now reached nearly to the other side and then stopped forming another massive crater.

Kitai would find himself only a few hundred feet from the edge of the island on the opposite side. The dragon arrow unable to kill or lethally harm him had pushed him thousands of feet before his own technique had caused its breakdown. Wasting no time though Asmoskon had to follow up flying through the air towards Kitai while materializing his longbow in his left hand then firing out several arrows towards Kitai. Drachen Stürmen had proven not enough to kill Kitai which meant he had to go with option B something that he started right away by reactivating his power property. Firing off five arrows that quickly flew in front of him taking on the appearance of himself and forming their own left hands into small bows.

As he flies towards Kitai, Asmoskon takes a moment to focus breathing in a deep refreshing moment to steady himself as he pulls in abundant reiatsu from his attack back into his cross. The dust from the ground that his dragon had caused was cloaking him at the moment along with his arrows. The only way for Kitai to have knowledge of them would be if he could sense them, but Asmoskon was so sure that was something Kitai was all that great at doing, either way the miniature Asmoskon arrows spread out and within only about a minute Kitai would have to deal not just with Asmoskon, but all six of them hovering in the air two hundred feet above him while positioned around like the hands on a clock.

“Kitai return to Hell, this island has already suffered enough, don’t make me get anymore serious.” Asmoskon could see the fog that had been emanating off Kitai was no longer being produced, he couldn’t be sure if this was a sign he was tired though and honestly he kinda doubted it. This was a battle that he didn’t believe would come down to who could hold out the longest, neither of them seemed to have any problem procuring additional reiatsu. So his only choice was to either persuade him or keep hurting him till he just goes back anyway. Pulling in a bit more reiatsu Asmoskon and his arrows prepare to fire down on Kitai from all positions.

Kurimuzon Furaito: 4/10

Remaining Reiatsu: 1,810/2500
Arrows: (5x) (C3) {-250}
Quincy Cross: (+1,280)

[Kitai Yoru]

And the moment he dropped the Fog, the Quincy decided to zip over to him. Kitai could feel his brow twitching in annoyance. He reached into his coat pocket, and pulled out a stick of incense, sticking it into his mouth, and lighting it with a small flame coming out of his thumb. The writhing mass of spectral arms opened op, revealing a lounging Kitai, and a small cloud of lavender floated up. "Oh no, more serious, I'm so scared of the man who refused to get closer than a mile, before I dropped the Mists." His hands were behind his head, as he reached up and tapped the ash from the end of the stick.

"That being said, this is getting dull. I can't reach you, and you can't hurt me through my defenses." He reached into his coat pocket again, and pulled out a notepad, with a microphone attached to it. "How about I give you an IOU one fight to the death, and we can pick somewhere more fun to kill each other later? Say, Las Nachos, or the Soul Society, since you're bitching so hard about the island." He whispered into the notepad, and words appeared on the paper. He tore the page from the notepad, and it folded itself into an airplane. The Lunatic flicked it towards Asmoskon, and it flew... straight into the ground. Kitai looked at it and shrugged his shoulders.

A doorframe opened up below Kitai's position, and he lowered himself through it. "Also, I have a Shop! One that people can buy things from! You know, one that makes money! Maybe visit there, instead of jumping me in the middle of bumbfuck nowhere!" He left, with the arms slithering their way through the door, which Asmoskon might recognize as the Interdimensional Doorknob. Regardless, Kitai has left the area, leaving the Quincy alone on the half destroyed island.

[Camila Adaronde]

Asmo: 47 paragraphs, meaning 470 TP!
Kitai: 48 paragraphs, meaning 480 TP!

Given no winner, no victory TP nor Bounty will be rewarded.