Stepping on Ants...

[Ruhe Krieger]

Thread Title: Stepping on Ants [NDE]

Participants: Ruhe Krieger and Asmoskon Masurao

World: Human World

Death Setting: Non Death Enabled

Rating: R

Location: The residential districts of Karakura Town. A place with littered with buildings of various sizes as well as potential small businesses. It is warm in summer, leading into late autumn.

Special Conditions: N/A.

Circumstances: Ruhe Krieger had been sent with a small group of other Quincy to investigate a Quincy community that lives within Japan, one that was rumored to be working with the Shinigami. This is not a mission for engagement, more so to validate that this rumor is in fact true, and then to retreat and inform high command.

In this case, it is the Masurao Clan, of which Ruhe was once warned by in terms of Asmoskon to avoid the Vandenreich. What a small world.

[Ruhe Krieger]

Ruhiger Krieger was a private currently in service of the Vandenreich. Frankly, one might imagine that Ruhe, being a German herself, might be a little bit estranged or sensitive about joining a Reich in any capacity. Yet, here she was, having been tasked with investigating the rumor of Quincy that were not only independent, but in service to the Shinigami. The first part might have been tolerable, at least for a time. However, the latter was something that the Vreich would not stand. So, here Ruhe was. An "easy" mission so they said.

She tried her best to suppress her energy, and kept to the task of investigation from her roost. She entered into a crouch, looking from the rooftops from a ranged distance, keeping a look on the Vreich squadron sent ahead, of which was supposed to be breaching and entering a building which they believed housed some of these Quincy. For Ruhe, it was a somewhat dire and damper task. She didn't know what they were supposed to do with any people they did capture. If they did.

Take them into custody? Interrogation? 

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Sitting at the work table that he’d positioned in the middle of the apartment was the one eyed Quincy. Asmoskon since returning to Japan had been taking things slow, until a couple of weeks ago when he’d put his hands to work and his mind to the grindstone. Utilizing his intelligence and savvy tinkering skills to upgrade what equipment he had managed to piece together. He’d been making new gadgets that he was certain would make Kazura grin. It was one of the few pleasant thoughts that entered into his mind for more than but a moment. Dusting off old, but important pieces of equipment and steeling himself once again for the war that consumed his purpose.

He was happy with the progress that he’d managed to make in just a couple of weeks, but after the conflict he’d had when he first returned to Japan. That Quincy had been smart, despite how difficult it had been to actually harm her given what she was able to accomplish with her ability, he’d been the one to leave the battle. Another piece of his childhood had been burned to the ground and yet this time it had been due to his own actions. Ironic and depressing things that often found themselves mixing in his life.

Today felt much like the last few that he’d spent inside this apartment. He knew that messing with the way it looked was going to cost him, but the amount of money was minuscule to what he actually possessed. In fact owning the entire building was well within his means even after not working the last few years. It wasn’t important though what he needed it for was simply working and getting ready, both things that seemed to have paid off for him now as he felt the spiritual pressure of a Quincy nearby.

It was possible this feeling was coming from one of the others that he’d met recently having actually found a handful. At the same time though now the Vandenreich knew he was back in Japan and had already made one attempt on his life. Caution wasn’t something he ever threw to the wayside when he was thinking properly. So getting up from his seat Asmoskon moves across his apartment pulling his black coat from the edge of his bed, swinging it over his shoulders and then his arms through the sleeves. Although not necessary his style and comfort helped clear his mind when he needed it to be.

A simple black tank top along with the roughed up jeans and thick leather combat boots. Not everything was the way that he liked, especially since what he had on at the moment was completely dark as night. Although it was an issue to make himself so visible during the day by preferring to wear all black it was a symbol to him. So much so that even his own reiatsu had eventually changed through his life to reflect. The Vandenreich wore all white symbolizing the purity of their cause and the beliefs of their Emperor, so he would clash with even that basic notion.

The spiritual pressure had disappeared, but he’d felt it and knew it was close, waiting and listening he’d feel another pressure and then gone again. “So they’re trying to hide, but haven’t practiced it enough huh.” Asmoskon smiled knowing now this was most likely certainly a hunt. Too bad for them though they’d been tricked. They weren’t the hunters, they were just prey wandering into a den of death. Suppressing his own reiatsu down to the absolute lowest he could, Asmoskon crouches his left eye constantly scanning through the window.

Positioning himself close to the door out into the hallway, Asmoskon makes himself much harder to see now forcing them to peer through the main window of this apartment. About thirty seconds of silence, tension building in the air as the Vandenreich looked trying to get a good look, to confirm his identity when he finally spotted one of them moving across a rooftop and then in one fluid swift motion of his left hand materializing his short bow an arrow was fired off. A loud scream from the young man with an arrow through his left shoulder knocking him down onto his backside while all the others look in his direction.

Following up the next moment a second arrow of black edges with a crimson vein running through its core soars from the apartment through the open window, upwards and then curving downwards right onto the left thigh piercing through the flesh fracturing his bone and causing his pain to multiply. A soldier turned into a screaming, crying piece of garbage in a single moment as the other Vandenreich began to shoot into the apartment, adrenaline along with fear now determining their actions. They’d all miss as the target was not something they’d seen nor and thus hitting it was much harder.

Asmoskon on the other hand had just been given everything he needed in order to handle the situation easily. There was a handful of soldiers he could tell so far from the number of arrows entering into his apartment through the walls and windows in different spots. His shortbow vanishes as his longbow of pitch black reiatsu forms looking like a father or older brother to his shortbow. Pulling back the draw string Asmoskon nocked five arrows and then released each flying through a different hole somewhere in front of him.

Attacking through the holes these Vandenreich made wasn’t a guaranteed hit, but from what they were doing so far and how many he’d fought in his life, they weren’t all that experienced. He’d hear the sounds of more screaming and thus would make his move. Standing up and stepping forward Asmoskon accelerates his movement with Hirenkyaku, appearing next to the Vandenreich with the shoulder and thigh wound. Turning with his left arm upwards, Asmoskon draws the string of his bow once again while rotating visually marking the placements of his foes and then firing off a shot in rapid succession at each one.

His right boot positioned on the face of the Vandenreich now under him Asmoskon grinds his boot against the teeth forcing the young man to literally eat dirt while the pain of his wounds continues to torment him. They were all down now, most with two arrows in their body while some only suffered an arrow to the shoulder like the first. An arrow positioned to pierce the shoulder blade, to hinder the arm and thus their ability to shoot. A spot most didn’t bother to deem essential when compared to the head or chest. Killing those that couldn’t fight back was something despicable, but viruses didn’t deserve honor.

Stomping down Asmoskon knocks the teeth out of place, blood and teeth descending down this man’s throat while Asmoskon’s left eye looks down onto him. This was a moment of clarification for him, this was a rebirth of who he had been, it was time for the Masurao to really return. Everyone that he’d seen at first glance was on the roof of a building now clinging to their wounds while the one under him struggled in pain while drowning in his blood. “It seems I may have missed this more than even I knew.” Asmoskon whispers down his face stern as a stone.

His words made it seem as if he was enjoying what had just happened, yet his face gave nothing away it was almost as if this had no impact on him emotionally at all. Then though he moved his right hand down his short bow set to fire an arrow directly through the skull. The Vandenreich shakes violently with everything he has left, Asmoskon sneers in disgust as his arm moves slightly and then an arrow is fired, followed by another with a motion to the left. Ruhe along with many humans even on the street below now would hear the screams of pain as the Vandenreich’s hands had been separated from his arms.

“Not much of a threat to begin with, now though you’re free to lament your corrupt, vile life in your last moments of servitude. Pray to your Emperor, let him know I’ve answered his call.”

Asmoskon looking up once again spots a Quincy he hadn’t seen on a rooftop a bit away and then vanishes once more. “So you didn’t listen to a word of advice then? You’ve gone and pledged yourself to him?” Asmoskon’s voice was deep yet not dark, despite everything. It wasn’t even really all that indistinguishable from another man of his age and size. It was just the way he spoke to her, almost like an old friend who was disappointed. Yes, disappointed as if he’d just found a brilliant child working as a waitress inside a strip club. His feeling would seem almost palpable in the air as his left eye stared into her soul.

Pulling in reiatsu from the air through his cross Asmoskon replenishes the reiatsu he just used on the filth. Both his bows vanished from his hands now as he stands at the edge of the rooftop, a small breeze moving the bottom of his coat slightly to the left. “I would’ve expected more from you, more form the little girl that had such joy in her soul.” A huff of regret escapes from his body. “Seems I should’ve just taken you, giving you the freedom to make your own choice, a pleasant notion, but you made the wrong one in the end and now I have to clean the mess.”

[Ruhe Krieger]

The violence frankly was something that sickened Ruhiger. When she came to hear the screams, she could tell something was very wrong. Yet, it was her duty as the watch to signal what she saw, to help from a range if she could. "Eagle, this is Cuckoo. We've encountered combat. My unit is taking severe casualties. I repeat. Taking severe casualties. Permission to retreat!" She took the liberty to await notice, that was, until he came. Standing upon the rooftop aside her. That man with the eyepatch.

Though, before long, she proceeded to think her words carefully. She seemed to give a tired sigh in response to his words. A shadow of life that was in her eyes, before she spoke. "I never was joyful. Sir." That said, when he talked about just taking her, conscripting her, she decided to get him to try to elaborate. Talk more. "It wouldn't make you any better than the people I'm working with now. Would it?" He told her she had her own choices, and that sounded like a lie if she ever heard one.

She was glad she didn't see the horror that Asmoskon had inflicted upon the others right below them. He asked if she swore a pledge of allegiance to the Vandenreich, to the Emperor, had accepted him? She turned towards the one eye then. It was a difficult question to answer. She looked down at her feet, then over her uniform, and then upon the cross that rest neatly around her neck. She didn't need to say anything there really. He seemed regretful, but she didn't know why. After all. He hardly knew her. Hardly knew anything.

"Expected more?..." Her voice cracked for a moment, before then asking. "Expected what?" All her life, people hadn't expected much of anything from her. Her family threw her away, and viewed her as little more than nuisance. Burden. The Vreich saw nothing more but to use her as a tool for the Emperor's machinations. For the agenda of the Vreich. What would have Asmoskon expected? Ruhe's entire life...?

Ruhe's entire life, she had felt neglected and abused, and what she expected was to be loved and cared for. That was what she wanted more than anything in her life. It wasn't as if she chose some militant life. Perhaps she would have even been content with living her days in the wilderness on her lonesome for the rest of her days. However, fate didn't seem to like boring fates like that. Instead, it drew her into where she was now. Before Asmoskon now. Despite Asmoskon trying to seem like the depressed one here, it felt more like Ruhe was the one that was in a more depressive state.

She crossed her arms over her chest, wrapping them around each shoulder as she wanted to listen. Hear him speak. Perhaps let him give her some of the answers, or if nothing else, to hear his perspective on everything. After all, this might be her last day on earth, so it was probably best for her to hear it. After all, he seemed to be murderous. Quite possibly a man as demented and twisted as the Vandenreich in his own ways. So she'd look at him with shining cerulean eyes. Waiting for a word.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

The movement of his coat was something that pulled at his attention, he’d faced off against at least one entity in the past that could manipulate the wind. It wasn’t a very common ability yet it was possible and that meant it was something a Quincy could likely achieve. He couldn’t tell if the group he’d just crippled were the only ones that had been sent to target him with the exception of Ruhe in front of him now. For that reason Asmoskon couldn’t let his guard down and thus his reiatsu would spike for a moment as he prepared for the worst.

If Ruhe could sense his reiatsu then she’d feel it spike otherwise what was going on would be imperceivable to her. The tattoo on his back glowing crimson in color as it was filled to the brim with his reiatsu and then settled. Nothing that one would expect yet it was primed and ready for when it was needed. This Vandenreich in front of him had been a young girl that he met some years ago, one that he knew now he could have saved, a lost Quincy like so many of the others. Another one that he’d failed, but this one hadn’t been killed by the virus instead joining its fold.

“An upbringing filled with dread and uncertainty. Despite everything you went through you still join up with the ones responsible for it all.”

Her accusation was one that didn’t get any sort of physical response from Asmoskon. He knew that he had become a monster to the average, most couldn’t mutilate bodies, most couldn’t kill loved ones in front of others, most couldn’t kill children or the elderly, things that he had done more than he could count on both hands and feet. To him these were not people, these weren’t even proper Quincy. The Vandenreich was an infection led by a virus who sought to corrupt everything known as reality.

The little boy that loved his family he’d been pushed under the pressure of his own life to the point he was barely visible to even his loved ones now. So few remaining, those that probably wouldn’t even believe they meant much to him now. He’d had everything taken from him; it wasn't like Ruhe who’s been betrayed. It was worse in his view as he was blessed with love and someone else had killed that love. He didn’t care if he was as bad in some aspects, he didn’t care that enough blood was on his hands to stain a football field. He lived for one purpose now that everything else had been taken and he was seeing it through this time.

“Justifying myself to you now is pointless. Perhaps if you had sought me out I could have reasoned with you, trained you, given you that which I remember seeing inside you. Now though it’s just too late.”

The time that it took Ruhe to look over her uniform and her own body was enough that Asmoskon scanned her several times. She didn’t have any sort of weapon on her although forming a bow only took a moment. His attention split the way it was in order to perceive everything around him. Asmoskon was irritated at himself. All that time tinkering with his equipment and yet he’d been slacking on his training, if only he could peer into her reiatsu a bit and figure out a bit more details. As it was right now he was ready though to fire the moment she made an action.

“Freedom. I expected you to pick freedom over servitude. I was wrong though you’d rather be an animal cratered to by a master than seek out your own family.”

The sounds of the crying and screaming were still prevalent in the area and now he could hear humans, normal humans talking to one another down at the base of the building. He couldn’t make out the words that they were saying to one another just the fact they were talking. As for the Vandenreich that were screaming like poor little soldiers barely out of training. Well Asmoskon was growing tired of hearing them complain, especially during a conversation. The sunlight was brilliant, yet enough his dark hair was starting to feel hot.

His right arm swinging over to his side, his shortbow materializing in his grip as an arrow is fired off with the motion of his arm. The arrow would curve and fly across the space between the buildings before piercing through the side of the closest Vandenreich. It was a female, one that had managed to avoid the first wave of series Asmoskon had shot from his apartment. She was on the roof on her knees clinging at the arrow in her shoulder with tears streaming down her face.

This was insulting Asmoskon thought, a thought that had lingered in his mind since he arrived to speak with Ruhe. None of these Vandenreich were ready to capture him whether he was out of shape or not. They’d been sent here as a message, nothing else. Whoever sent them likely just wanted Asmoskon to know that his location was no longer secure. None of them had even moved since being shot, a fact that allowed him to accomplish this shot. The arrow reached her hunched over figure with a quick thrust into her left arm at the top into her shoulder similar to a dagger moving into her.

Her screaming completely amplified for a moment due to the pain that was pushed into her and then silence. She hadn’t been killed, although unlikely she might have information and that was something Asmoskon needed. Slouching forward the female falls forward onto the roof, the pain shutting down her mind to protect her. Passing out was a death sentence but it was something that most of not all of these foes would suffer for the moment. Possibly even Ruhe would be allowed to continue her existence long enough for him to ask all his questions.

The sky is clear blue with only a few white clouds in the sky. That light breeze was the only thing to note of the weather. Such a day like this was almost too much to expect for shooting. His right arm came down to his side but this time his shortbow didn’t vanish, no it was still in his hand and Ruhe would be able to see that clearly. She’d just seen what he could do at a moment's notice so if anything what did she have up her sleeves to get her out of this situation. Normals coming here soon, strapped for time that was sure which meant he couldn’t toy around so just a bit more.

Remaining Reiatsu: 2500/2500
Tamashī no Sukuriputo: (-800)
Quincy Cross: (+800)

[Ruhe Krieger]

Perhaps it was a good thing that Asmoskon didn't know just how strong Ruhe had become in a sense. How far she'd come in such a short time as a Quincy. When he raised his right arm with his shortbow, aiming to shoot it upon her comrade, a fellow Quincy, despite the fact she was already wounded and down? Ruhe wouldn't tolerate this kind of evil. Because in a way, she could just have easily been that girl. Her eyes widened, a boiling in her blood as she felt her power amplify. Blut Arterie. It had awakened in her powerfully.

Utilizing the Hirenkyaku, she moves the fastest she ever had, 6,000 speed. Moving in a single fluid motion as she used the Blut Arterie to amplify her physical prowess. Sending a powerful side kick for the side of Asmoskon's right leg. If it connected, from the force, it'd send his leg bending inward with a strong shock with her leg forcibly pressing on it, as Ruhe would then follow up with grasping the man's right arm, preventing from shooting her in a pseudo grapple, as she uses her left hand, balled in a fist.

To attempt to slam him straight in the back of the head. While Ruhe didn't inherently weigh very much, her power was amplified, and so, she would attempt to barrage him and disable him as much as possible in their close range. In an odd pseudo grapple, assuming her fist hit him too, making his head ring like a bell, she'd follow in by pushing into him with her whole weight, slamming her knee straight into his ribs, before pushing into a leap, and crashing down upon them with her full power, straight onto the rooftop. 

It'd be akin of the man being bludgeoned by a wild beast. Because from there, with her knees pressing down on him, she'd look to assault his head again. This time with a headbutt that if connecting with his temple would hopefully rock his world, knocking it against concrete. Their bodies locked with her hands now beginning to shoot out and beat him mercilessly as her legs were focused on pinning, kneeing him wherever she could, especially his groin, and fists and nails looking to show Asmos a girl's fury.

Ruhe didn't need a weapon. Because she was the weapon. With the two of them in such an "intimate" combat position, neither of them would be able to use high speed movement. Her blood was almost quite literally boiling at the moment as she tried to assault every bit of him she could. Especially his eyes and ears, looking to basically blind and deafen him with her repeated blows. Fist after fist. Claw after claw. It became evidently clear that she was disgusted and hated his evil actions. She fought to protect herself, as well as the others in the way she knew how. 

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Stats:

Strength:(100x.7)=70

Speed:300

Spiritual Pressure:150

Reiatsu Strength:(300x1.5)=450

Light Aura:100

Dark Aura:0

Instinct:150

Senses:100

Energy Sensory:0

Wound Expertise:0



Total:1100






Skills:



Battle Analysis:3

Pain Tolerance:2

Damage Recovery:2

Weapons(Bows):3



10/15 SKP

Reiatsu Remaining:

-500 Reiatsu [Blut Arterie - Physical Enhancement]
-50 Hirenkyaku
+150 Cross Regeneration.

1000/1500 Reiatsu Remaining.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

That swing of his arm maneuvering his bow in the way needed to curve his arrow out in order to pierce the Vandenreich. Asmoskon felt it right away as his arm moved, he could feel Ruhe’s reiatsu spiking. She’d taken the easiest of all baits and now was running headlong right into it. The degree that her reiatsu spiked was significant; she wasn’t just going to form her bow and shoot a single arrow, that much he could tell just by the way that her signature was rising. As for what he could tell based on the movements that he witnessed with his left eye well, with experience came knowledge.

Asmoskon had made that shot with his shortbow without ever moving his head, meaning that his gaze remained on Ruhe and now she was acting in plain sight. The placement of her feet was rudimentary, something that virtually all Quincy did the same when performing Hirenkyaku with the only exception being those that trained exceptionally hard in the talents of graceful movement. Finding not just a Quincy but any warrior that put the time and effort into mastering such an art was rare though and Ruhe wasn’t one of them.

Accelerating her movement speed by gliding on the surface of Hirenkyaku allowed Duhe to close the distance in a moment while blurring her body to Asmoskon’s left eye. All the same though he’d been watching her and knew what she was about to do, her leg coming forward to strike at the back of his leg, it’d knock him downwards and take him off balance. It wasn’t a bad move, but it was telegraphed, and he answered. Stepping backwards with a small amount of reiatsu Asmoskon’s body moves fast enough that Ruhe’s leg hits nothing but Asmoskon using his training flips backwards off the roof.

Upside down in the air his short bow held upwards to his own perception an arrow is fired, one positioned to hit Ruhe in her lower stomach if she doesn’t move. Continuing to have his body change in its angles Asmoskon fires off two other arrows in the span of a single moment. One right when his vision would be back on the rooftop and the other when his body was now upright again as he allowed himself to fall downwards off the apartment building. Both arrows now with his left eye on Ruhe are fired towards her the second mimicking the first while the third follows the same path then curves downwards to cut the side of her left knee.

Deciding what was best in this situation was what currently plagued Asmoskon’s mind. Normal humans were coming to the area now with all the Vandenreich screaming from their wounds. Dragging them into this business wasn’t something that he liked to do and avoided whenever possible. It wasn’t something that he hadn’t done in the past though, killing the obvious. Were they going to keep screaming or would they get over the minor yet painful wounds they’d all suffered. Asmoskon wasn’t sure, but if they managed to get back up and help Ruhe then he knew for certain he wouldn’t be able to hold back.

Right now this was something he wanted to test out almost like he was stepping back into the water, checking if it was the right temperature. So far though it was chilly and unpleasant yet ultimately avoidable. Ruhe was an unwelcome surprise, yet he’d already told her that she’d made her choice and now he had to inflict the consequences for that choice. The air moving past him lifts his coat upwards past the middle of his back. The mere sensation of falling downwards with his body upright brought a rare smile to his face, one that showed his teeth.

This feeling was something rare and whenever he got it there was nothing, he could do but smile. This especially the movements of his coat always made him feel like a superhero. Something that he’d loved as a child and his mother had teased him about quite a bit playing along with him. Although fun it was a lie just as Ruhe had pointed out a couple moments before Asmoskon was far more fitting that of a villain. It was sad though she didn’t seem to know that villains can always kill one another as well, they don’t have to go after the hero exclusively.

Remaining Reiatsu: 2355/2500
3 x Arrows: (C4) -120
Movement: -25

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{Stats & Skills}
Strength ❖ 150-50%=75
Speed ❖ 400
Spiritual Pressure ❖ 250
Reiatsu Strength ❖ 400x2=800
Light Aura ❖ 80
Dark Aura ❖ 20
Instinct ❖ 300
Senses ❖ 300
Energy sensory ❖ 100
Healing Expertise ❖ 0

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

[Ruhe Krieger]

Asmoskon seemed to be the prime example of something known as the Evil Paradox. He desired to destroy a great evil, one that was too great to destroy using moral and good means. So, does one let that evil destroy them? Or do they become an even greater evil to destroy the first? In Ruhe's perception, Asmoskon too had made his own choice. Though in reality, it was likely complicated. For the world was very rarely black and white, compared to Ruhe's uniform. Instead? It was often grey. This was one of those situations.

As she exited her enhanced burst of speed, Ruhe was somewhat surprised of course to find the man was so...nimble. Acrobatic. As her leg sailed through open air, her head turned to witness the man in mid air. His shortbow raised to shoot upon her. One might have imagined Ruhe would have dodged, perhaps used a step, movement, some other trick to keep herself from harm? Instead? The small child clenches her fists and raises her arms in an X shape to protect her small frame from his first shot.

The arrow of the shortbow sinks deeply into her right arm, and as it pierces through flesh, dispelling upon contact, she activated a technique of her own. As Asmoskon was in mid air, occupied, he'd find that Ruhe's cross arm motion was not meaningless. For instantaneously, long eight foot long arrows form around him from multiple angles. Looking to impale and skewer him within within a literal instant considering how close they were. His strength was his mobility and agility. In this case, considering how her arrows formed instantly before him? She'd let his momentum do the job of killing him.

He'd have no time to correct his momentum mid air. Not without getting skewered. With her mighty arrows formed, she'd converge them all inwards at the same time. Unless he had some method of teleportation, or some sort of defense that could be released in a field like radius? Ruhe'd likely inflict wounds upon him. Grievous wounds. For these arrows were designed to pierce through armor, defensive Kido, and even the most stern and solid of defenses. They'd rip a normal body like tissue.

Assuming she was successful in disrupting any further assaults, but not mortally harming him, she runs along the edge of the rooftop, clenching her bleeding arm as she applies pressure, moving swiftly as she could, behind any semblance of cover that might be provided, whether by exhaust vent, billboard, or the slanted inclines of homes if any. Her objective wasn't to fight and successfully kill him. It was to protect her comrades, and survive.

"M-Mnghggh!" Her arm hurt, yes, but it wasn't the worst pain she'd been subjected to in her life. It wasn't akin to being flayed alive or mauled. She'd live. She'd used up quite a bit of energy, and in this frame, she had used powers that she possessed and trained in secret, to hide her prowess, but ones that were untested in true combat situations. Ruhe could only hope that she'd won the bout with her ingenuity and willingness to take damage.

He was a mad man. A psychopath in all rights. He enjoyed inflicting pain on others, and seemed more than willing to strip away freedom and kidnap in his own right. A "means to an end" some might say. However, in this case, Ruhe's respect for Asmoskon, whatever little there might have been from her brief interaction was gone. Because at least in this instance, he was legitimately trying to kill her. To inflict pain and suffering on those that couldn't fight back. He was a monster. If that was the case? So be it. 

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Reiatsu Remaining: 600/1500

-400 Mächtiger Pfeil (Mighty Arrows)

Technique Used:

Technique Name: Mächtiger Pfeil (Mighty Arrows)


Class: 4



Technique Type: Quincy Technique



Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): Vandenreich Exclusive



Technique Element: Spirit



Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect): Creates massive arrows from spiritual particles in the atmosphere. These are created without the use of a bow and capable of being controlled both mentally and with hand-gestures. They are roughly eight feet long. The arrow’s shaft is thin, but the tip of the arrow is large and resembles a naginata spear. The end of the arrow is in the shape of a Hagal rune.



A total of 10 arrows can be created and fired simultaneously. The user has the ability to summon these arrows instantaneously as long as they have the reiatsu to provide the technique. The user can create arrows up to a distance of 20 feet from their body. These arrows, however, are not ordinary arrows and have intense force behind them and can be used to pierce almost anything, including armor and kido. They travel at a speed of 600 if controlled by mentally and 800 when using hands.



How to use technique (How is it activated?): This technique can be activated by offering 400 reiatsu.





Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc): Are initially slower due to the shear size and density of each arrow unless controlled by the user's hands.



Incantation and Effect: None



Made By: Rennos



Reserved? (Yes/No): No

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

Flipping off the edge of the building and firing his few shots at Ruhe, Asmoskon was able to keep his vision on her, witnessing the arrow bite through her arm. A wound that would make firing off arrows from an actual bow quite a bit harder although so far it seemed she was like a decent amount of the Vandenreich, throwing away the use of traditional bows in favor of something new. He could feel it though just like how he’d felt her reiatsu a moment before hand the last time she made a move, he could feel her reiatsu spiking, her pressuring something even with her arms crossed in front of her.

Asmoskon now was almost completely upright once again with his flip finished and now feeling the spike in her flow of reiatsu the Quincy clad in black focuses for his left foot. In the next moment he could see her reiatsu stabilizing as long spears like arrows. Far larger than anything he would have expected from her which only made the loss of her to that monster of an old man even more sorrowful. A good technique with proper timing however Asmoskon had already set up his defense for something like this at the beginning and now it would activate without his need to focus.

Immediately once Ruhe’s large arrows from all around Asmoskon the reiatsu that he’d followed into his back reacted moving off his back taking the shape of a crimson circle that rotates and then a blast of energy is sent off towards the arrows behind Asmoskon. The force given off by the circle far stronger than that of the arrows shatters them in a moment. The arrows begin to move inwards on Asmoskon and he kicks off the air with his left foot utilizing movement once again to enhance his speed while moving into the open area behind him now.

He could hear the sound of his own technique activate, could feel what was behind him and knew that behind him would no longer be a problem. Moving his left arm upwards his elbow at a point while the rest was now level with his head. An arrow that came close even now to biting him, one that hit the left side of his coat tearing through the fabric like toilet paper. The others well Asmoskon was no longer where he’d been thus the course of interception was no longer overlaying and he was in no danger.

Vanishing from sight while enhancing his movement speed by riding on the reiatsu in the air, Hirenkyaku enabled him to close the distance in a brief moment. A method he’d seen time after time after time from both the Shinigami and the Arrancar. So many of them called into the same strategy of executing their movement techniques in order to appear right in front of those they fought almost as if they didn’t realize it was expected and anticipated by anyone with real experience. So Asmoskon didn’t move in front of Ruhe nor behind her nor above. He’d appear once again standing on her right side.

He could see the blood dripping out from the wound that his arrow had inflicted upon her immediately. It wasn’t a horrific wound, and his arrow was already gone which meant that she could handle it more than likely. His short bow fired off another arrow, this one moving much faster than the others as it’d been enhanced to travel at more than twice the speed of a typical arrow fired from any Quincy’s bow. The position the arrow was set to impale though was her right thigh right above her knee going in from the side.

Whether this arrow managed to hit Ruhe or not though didn’t matter for it was just a means to grab her attention the true attack came a moment afterwards. Literally fired in the next fraction of a moment. “Verwüstung.” Spoken with no rage nor sorrow just as a matter of fact as if he were a bored salaryman at a job that he no longer enjoyed giving a report that killed a small portion of his soul. Another arrow fired from his short bow, this one splitting halfway to Ruhe becoming two arrows with a rope of reiatsu between them.

If Ruhe was hit by the first arrow dodging this was going to be much harder, if she managed to get away it wouldn’t be impossible to find success against this second attack either, but the timing would be the hardest part. The rope wrapping around her body fast keeping her from moving afterwards and then the arrows would continue to fly around her until after a moment when they’d been pulled in by the rope and they’d collide. Once they touched each other it would explode like a bomb of darkness with splotches of scarlet scattered throughout.

Remaining Reiatsu: 2080/2500
Movement: (-25)
Verwüstung: (-100)
Hirenkyaku: (-50)
Arrow: (C4) (-50)
Small Bow: (-50)

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Technique Name: Verwüstung (Devastation)
Class: 5
Technique Type: Quincy Technique
Usable By: Quincy (All)
Technique Element: None

Technique Description and Effects: This technique at first can't be distinguished from a standard Quincy arrow until after it has been fired from the bow. Once the focused arrow is fired it will split into two arrows connected to one another through a rope formed of Reiatsu. The effect of the rope allows the arrows to wrap around the target multiple times restraining them until the arrows eventually connect together and cause an explosion of spiritual energy.

How to use technique: Summon not one, but two Quincy arrows that are merged together into a single shot, and then release them to split-apart mid-flight.

Technique Drawbacks: The technique can simply be evaded through swift movements and dodging the inner spiritual connection. Only those who an offensive stat greater than the user are able to break free from the rope and free themselves once entangled.


Technique Name: Tamashī no Sukuriputo (Soul Script)
Class: 1
Technique Type: Other
Usable By: Any Race
Technique Element: N/A

Technique Description and Effects: This technique takes on the appearance of a tattoo located on his back hidden from sight and one that very few individuals know about. This tattoo is the Crest of the Masurao Family which covers from the back of his shoulders down just below his shoulder blades to the upper middle of his back. Asmoskon actually has no control over this technique as he devised it to have a trigger situation that must be met in order for the technique to activate itself. In short when anything of danger reaches five feet from Asmoskon from behind the tattoo activates. Suddenly the crest of the Masurao family will appear behind Asmoskon as crimson reiatsu while rapidly rotating clockwise. Instantly the crest repels whatever activated it backwards with force equal to Asmoskon's Reiatsu Strength.

How to use technique: Listed Above

Technique Drawbacks: Costs 800 Reiatsu. The technique can't activate if the tattoo on Asmoskon's back is damaged in anyway meaning cutting his back can render this technique incapable of activating. Asmoskon has no control over the technique meaning it can actually be exploited against him. This technique isn't meant to cause harm so even though whatever triggers the technique may be pushed backwards with overwhelming strength the push itself won't cause any sort of harm. However, harm is possible if someone is pushed into an opposing force or obstacle that can't be moved by this technique. The greatest weakness of this technique is the simple fact that Asmoskon must fill the tattoo with his reiatsu prior to a threat appearing in order for it to activate. This must be done prior to every single activation as the technique will not activate unless this process is fulfilled.

[Ruhe Krieger]

This was the moment she was waiting for, or perhaps anticipating. She could see him. Keeping close detail as her arrows converged inwards, guided by the movements of her hand, as well as her mind. If Asmoskon thought the arrows would not be a danger just because he'd destroyed two or three at his back, he was sorely mistaken. Instead, the arrows moved regardless to close in on his form, correcting their trajectory, converging on him as he attempted to recover himself. Ruhe didn't have the power he did. So cunning would have to do.

When the arrows came close enough to actually rip through his clothing, this was when Ruhe and those arrows that came so narrowly close to him acted in a sheer moment. The arrows exploded . A brilliant flash of blue and white as she activates the power of the Vandenreich blood that ran through her. All of the remaining arrows would explode all at once, encompassing Asmoskon in a fairly massive blast. One that if it didn't envelop him?

It would most definitely blind him, make his ears ring like bells, as well as prevent him from pressing his assault, at least for a few precious moments, as well as alert every single person down below of what was going on. The price for his high senses. Even the arrows that were being repelled by the master Quincy's Soul Script would blow up in their shattering. It would mean that yes , the arrows at least from the back were being initially resisted and repelled. But it almost would mean that the blasts all around him were unavoidable now. He could repel the arrows just fine, but from that three hundred sixty degree angle line, the explosions would surely catch him after. Right?... 

She baited him into activating his defense prematurely. Assuming she had successfully delayed Asmoskon assault, if not harming him significantly with her blasts, Ruhe would again, continue to flee. Holding her Quincy Cross within her good hand, as blood soaked into her white clothes, she considered her options. Fight or flight response was kicking in, and adrenaline was doing wonders to keep her sharp and moving. She could either attempt to flee the scene, or stand and fight. One of which was suicide. The other of which was more doable.

So. What then? She decided to run of course. Though closer to Asmoskon's apartment. Why? Because she was of the mind that if she got closer to the presence of people, a scene that was being investigated, Asmoskon would need to be a lot more hesitant in his action and his execution of force. Not because he couldn't potentially level the building, kill her, and or anyone there. But because it'd risk him exposing himself to the world at large. Or destroying whatever things he had working there. It was probably foolish.

Probably wasn't even worth anything. However, it was all she could think of to do while she was in the heat of panic, blood dripping down her arm. Her comrades had hopefully taken the time of delay by now to slip into the Shadows. Get help. Something. Because she wasn't sure how much longer she could delay Asmoskon now. She didn't have any idea or notion on how long she could delay or hold off the sadistic enigma that was Asmoskon. She didn't understand him really.

How he could fight his battles with a smile on his face. How and why he seemed so zealotous in attacking people, his love of violence, and how he seemed rather apathetic in the idea of attacking people like her. Asmoskon to Ruhe might have been a sociopath, or a psychopath even maybe. Considering how open he was in admitting he should have kidnapped her that was. Her legs bounded as she tried to make her way as fast as possible. Run. Run. Run! She needed to get out of here!

"Eagle! This is Cuckoo! I need a way out! I repeat! Eagle! This is Cuckoo! I need evacuation!" She wondered if they were watching her, surveiling her right now through the communication device she wore. Or if they were recording this battle and how it was going through. If they were disappointed in them. She liked to think that they were watching her right now. All the more reason to do well she supposed. All she had to do was survive, and in this frame of time, her comrades were hopefully pulling out, destroying Asmoskon's home, or both. 

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Reiatsu Remaining:

500/1500

-400 Reiatsu Explosion
+300 Quincy Cross Pull In.

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

The massive arrows altering their course after starting in on him wasn’t something that Asmoskon expected, especially not from a Vandenreich who typically gave up such an ability for what came next. The spiking of Ruhe’s reiatsu hadn’t ceased yet it climbed even higher as the arrows began to detonate. It was a good maneuver, one that would render most incapable; however experience is the best instructor and Asmoskon knew more than his fair share about explosions and how they went off. The large blast area in the sky cracked the body of the building Ruhe was now standing on.

The attention of pretty much every normal human in the area was drawn to the explosion now along with almost all the Vandenreich that had been reduced to injured sacks of flesh. It was an explosion of decent size, one that affected the surroundings and one that in all honesty Asmoskon could have been proud of if she’d stayed on the right path. Now though all he could feel was disappointment in the mass of hot reiatsu that he could see around him. The noise being expelled from the explosions of the arrows rattling his mind while his body moves through the air at a speed astronomically ahead of the explosions themselves.

"Eagle! This is Cuckoo! I need a way out! I repeat! Eagle! This is Cuckoo! I need evacuation!"

Immediately Asmoskon fired three arrows from his shortbow held in his right hand. From where? From behind Senshi where he stood on the same roof as her several feet behind. Asmoskon had moved himself faster than he ever wanted to go in order to get out of the explosion before it could cause any significant damage to his body. Standing on the roof with burns on his right cheek, his eye patch burned yet the leather holding together. His clothing was scorched yet secure enough that it wasn’t going to fall off of him. His ears ran red with blood from his eardrums rupturing although despite the difficulty this would place on his balance Asmoskon's experience and skills as an acrobatic easily kept him on his feet.

The three arrows that Asmoskon fired from his short bow were done so all within the same second, his rapid speed of succession a challenge for any sort of projectile. The three of them positioned for Ruhe’s limbs two of which would go through the back of her thighs out the front while the other was set to hit the back of her right bicep puncturing through the flesh out the front the same as her legs. In order to make sure she wasn’t likely to evade Asmoskon accelerates the speed of his arrows, both with the ability of his shortbow and his bracelet.

The shortbow boosted the speed of each arrow by more than double reaching 1600 only for Asmoskon to enhance them further boosting them to 1800 making them faster than most could muster. The positions of the arrows would cause her an immense amount of pain while being set in spots that wouldn’t kill her outright. Whether successful or not though Asmoskon would begin speaking right afterwards. “Going to slip away into the shadows? After you’ve come to attack. Fine go ahead and leave, bring a message with you though.”

Asmoskon aimed the shortbow up at Ruhe’s face making it more than obvious he could fire at any moment. “Tell B, C, Vannan and whoever that paper girl is that I’ll be coming for them soon.” Asmoskon knew that for whatever reason this was a scouting party who hadn’t been prepared to actually kill him but doubted Ruhe would put what that meant together. Even if she did realize what it meant though it was now too late. She was corrupted and he couldn’t save her from that old man now.

Remaining Reiatsu: 1030/2500
Antrieb: (-600)
Small Bow: (-150)
Arrow Augmenter: (-225)
Class 3 Arrows: (3x) (-75)

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Technique Name: Antrieb
Class: 2
Technique Type: Human World Dweller
Usable By: Quincy
Technique Element: Other

Technique Description and Effects: This technique is a far more focused yet dangerous variation of Hirenkyaku that has been created by Asmoskon Masurao through intense training. The technique instead of allowing Quincy to ride on the reiatsu built up below their feet to gain speed is one that actually utilizes reiatsu in a propelling manner like a jet of fire. This causes the speed that the Quincy travels to far outclass that of Hirenkyaku however also causes dangerous drawbacks which are stated below. Using this technique for a moment boosts speed by 30x and costs 600 reiatsu.

The reiatsu can be focused through both feet in order to move like a rocket as well as how one would expect any other step technique to function. When in use small jets of reiatsu appear below the feet which like stated above seem to function like fire. The other advantage of this technique is it can be used through a single limb in order to gain unpredictable movements or sudden evasions in random directions. Due to the technique channeling through either the soles of the feet or the palms of the hands this technique can't be used like Shunpo Karin or Sonido Gaara.

How to use technique: Focus the reiatsu to a fine point at the soles of the feet then expel the reiatsu. This can allow flight through the air.

Technique Drawbacks: This technique may be based on how Hirenkyaku functions however, unlike the standard step technique this one is very dangerous to even use. The reasons for the actual danger of using this technique is the fact that the reiatsu that is propelled outwards from the body causes danger to the limbs. The technique can only be used twice times in any limb each time it's used it places incredible stress on the muscles and after the second time will actually cause the muscles to start ripping. The skin of the limb used also immediately suffers burns that increase in suavity the more it's used. Can only be used once per post.

[Ruhe Krieger]

At the end, the differences between them were still as if between heaven and earth. Made sense. After all, he'd lived much longer, been though a lot more, been through a lot worse. Though, Ruhe felt herself feeling a sharp pain as the arrows blitzed and whirred through the air. Two through her legs, and one through her shoulder. Her eyes widened for a moment, and with it, she would have screamed to the high heavens perhaps. Though. Instead, she found herself almost grating her teeth as her head lowers, and she screams into her sleeve. A shrill shriek.

It might very much seem like Ruhe couldn't move. She was on her knees, a crossbow up to her face. With some request. To tell B. C, Vannan, and a few other people that he was coming for them. Whatever the case. Though she wasn't sure if she got all of that down in her throbbing pain. As she saw his lips move back and forth, before she recovered. Sweat dripping down her face, before she feels her body shake. Her limbs protest any movement as blood drips from the holes in her body. It hurt. It really did.

It hurt so much, that she could feel tears welled in her eyes, and she didn't know if they were spilling or not. Before then, she looks upwards at his face. That look of disgust. Contempt. It reminded her of something. It made her feel so painfully familiar in truth. Because she realized that look of disgust was something she grew up with. Mama. Papa. How they looked at her with such hateful eyes. Before she slowly feels something tapped in her. As her life's blood fell onto the concrete before them.

"Okay." It was all she would say. She responds, before slowly looking at the bow aimed at her face. Before slowly raising her good hand, and gripping his shirt sleeve, to pull herself up. Blood lightly coating his tattered and singed clothes. Before she looked at him sadly. She felt herself numbing, her sad expression going more blank, before she lets him go. Before she turned, and with it, she felt off. Before she used her step technique. Not to vanish from his sight, but instead, to fall from the rooftop, traveling the path, before leaving herself slammed on the hood of a police car.

A thud as she slams off the top and onto the ground. He may have won the battle, but she'd won the objective. His home and workshop lay in ruins. The man was at least injured to Ruhe's efforts, and now, she'd come to be taken by human law enforcement. Where by all means, she'd come to spread stories of a Japanese man, an arsonist, a terrorist, with an eyepatch. As story goes, he brought her to the rooftop, was a madman, who shot her in the arm and legs, and threw her to die. A human trafficker, as she states she was from Germany.

A miraculous feat that she survived. Of course. Before then, she'd give the name Masurao. Before one day fading from the hospital after her report, and to Silbern. If she was lucky, news reports, security footage of the man from the apartment complex's general area, and the landlord's reports and testimony of such a man would leave him as one of Japan's most infamous criminals, and as Ruhe vanished into the shadows, he might be charged with the potential assault, murder, or kidnapping of a young blonde girl. So. Who was the real winner here exactly?

[Exit]

[✠Asmoskon Masurao✠]

The holes that his arrows caused in the body of Ruhe were just like the other wounds that had been inflicted on the soldiers clinging in pain, the beginning once more. Asmoskon had returned to Japan, to Karakura. The Vandenreich had already sent one of their Stern Ritter who’d failed to bring him down although she’d proven to be frustrating all the same. Ruhe and these others were now the second attempt on him. His old life had really begun once again, from this point forward he really had a target on his back once more. The familiar sensation this brought up his back wasn’t anything other than welcoming.

He could feel the change almost as if he was stepping out form a blistering hot shower. This was the object he lived for, the purpose of his existence and he would continue it now. The screams that Ruhe was doing her best to smother was a noise that Asmoskon had heard throughout his life at this point. A sound that had first come into his being shortly after he’d left Karakura the first time. The noise of victims and foes clinging to some sense of dignity, to hope of survival. The blood leaking from her wounds wouldn’t kill her because he didn’t want her dead. Not yet.

A sight that until today Asmoskon would have dread to witness. Ruhe had been one of the free Quincy he’d found in his travels. One of the Quincy that he’d hoped would work alongside him to truly free all of them from the clutches of a homicidal dictator. Now though he was staring down at the course fate had settled on. The accumulated choices that Ruhe had made led her here. Not as his ally, not even as a neutral party or old acquaintance, but as an enemy that didn’t waste any time trying to eliminate him. Could he have changed this if he had stayed in Karakura? If he’d ignored his issues sooner could he have kept her from corruption?

A singular response was all that Ruhe could give him as she fought to get back up on her feet. The action of grabbing his shirt in order to aid her stance, this action was something Asmoskon struggled to ignore. Not only was it something that put him at risk, a risk he had no business allowing. She was no longer someone he could protect. This fact brought him to his next decision. Focusing his reiatsu Asmoskon was prepared to blast an arrow from the palm of his hand straight through her chest. The little girl that he’d wanted to find once again, to help was gone, standing in front of him right now was just another corrupted sentry of that old man.

Ruhe moved away from him while seemingly barely managing to keep herself upright, accelerating her speed though with Hirenkyaku was the next thing Asmoskon witnessed. He wouldn’t even need to approach the edge of the building to check though as he heard the impact of something against a vehicle below. Immediately what she had planned clicked for him though and Asmoskon wasted no time executing Hirenkyaku himself to re-enter into his apartment through one of the holes in the windows. Little did Ruhe know that her little plan wouldn’t go off so easily on him.

No normal human would have seen him on top of the building, this wasn’t a major city like Kyoto or Tokyo so cameras weren’t located on every corner. She and the other Vandenreich had shot into his apartment first, the glass from his windows had been broken from the outside proving to any actual police that someone had attacked him from the outside. Getting back into his apartment Asmoskon moves some of the more important materials of his crafting into a rectangle safe under his bed. The majority though to any normal human would look like realistic weapons without any manner of ammunition that didn’t match any known firearms. Asmoskon with his history as an arms dealer in the Middle East and designer alongside Uazki Enterprises would be enough to wave through such things.

These police were normal humans so now they’d have to go through the two different accounts from the individuals. Ruhe had told them he was an arsonist, human trafficker and that he’d pushed her off the roof after shooting her in the limbs. How, though, when the holes they’d inspected didn’t match bullet wounds nor was Asmoskon on the roof or even in the building she’d fallen from? He was over in his own apartment on the floor with his hands on his head in visual freight of what he explained as glass bursting in. “I’ve made many enemies with my designs officers, there are quite a lot of people that would like to get pay on me helping out those they don’t get along with.”

Ruhe hoped for the public to turn against Asmoskon yet she’d made one major mistake. She’d vanished only the next day after giving a single report to the police. Asmoskon on the other hand didn’t go anywhere. The owner of the building had no negative things to say about him, as he paid rent early and never made any necessary noise. All she had against him was hearsay with no proof. In the end no charges would be brought against him with no real proof that he had even been involved with the girl. All they could tell was he had been attacked yet strangely enough from different roofs that all had blood on them.

“The Human World is my Domain hide beneath the cloak of the Old Man now Ruhe.”

[Kitai Yoru]

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