Sinister Reign: Seireitei Slam

[Satoshi Kazuhiko]

Kazuhiko's attack went off without a hitch! But to his surprise, his intended target escaped. Whether through cunning or sheer luck, Kitai seemed to slip through the floor. The Beast King's Bite struck harmlessly against a wall, dispersing like a gust of cold wind some twenty meters behind the strange invader. The way Kazuhiko's sixth sense worked left him completely blind to how Kitai had managed to disappear, and worse, where he went!

Instinctually he opened his eyes, once again subjecting himself to the sickly sweet effects of the root beer float! "GAH!" His cry of surprise sounded like someone trying to scream underwater as the bubbles infiltrated his mouth and throat! His vision was blurred and offered no information at all! Damnit!

He began to analyze the situation... He had to think and act quickly! So many were in danger! Just- And before he could come up with anything at all he heard her voice. A tone as harsh as his sisters. And with words just as vulgar. "Kami-chan?" He asked, still gargling the disappointingly pleasant taste of his soda-pop prison. A moment later he was free, suspended in the air by her grasp. Or rather... By a marshmallow that was attached to her right hand? No doubt another of these strange invaders prank weapons.

"Kami-chan!" He said again, as he confirmed her identity. He was more than happy to see her! They'd fought side by side before and she had been a powerful ally! With her here the odds might have tilted in their favor- Except... "K-Kami-chan! You're hurt!" He finally acknowledged. She was wounded. And her complexion was pale... She was exhausted. Battleworn. Their fight with the beasts out front had not left them unwounded. "Damnit!" He bit his lip in frustration.

Free of the devilishly delicious effects of the root beer he was able to plan in earnest. Akira and Benjiro were going to take care of evacuating the students. Good. But just then the Invader let loose a beam of... Void? It narrowly missed Benjiro and instead opened up a hole in the academy that allowed everyone in the room to see exactly what Kitai could. A blazing inferno. 'The Captain Commander!' The thought occurred to Kazuhiko and inspired confidence. If he was responding then everything would be okay. There was no one stronger than him in all of Soul Society. At least as far as Kazuhiko was concerned.

And Kitai seemed to acknowledge it as well. The invader was trying to escape. Could they even stop him? Kami was wounded... More fighting would potentially endanger her life. He was confident she would eagerly put herself in that position... As would his sister, Fuuko. Iroka seemed healthy enough... But he'd also seen what that man's beam had done to the wall. It seemed effortless. And had he not missed Benjiro would be without a head. And he wasn't confident that he could do anything about it.

He bit his lip and clenched his left hand until it hurt. There was only one thing he could think of that would prevent further loss of life. More fighting would put more of the Academy's structure at risk. And through all of their efforts, they'd hardly done any damage to the enemy in front of them. He'd made it clear just how much stronger he was than them. They could fight against that certainty... But to do so would imperil everyone in the academy.

"Yonbontai, stand down!" He gave the order with as much confidence as one could while being suspended from a marshmallow. But inside his heart, he was trembling. Shaken from the frustration of having to relent to this chaotic entity's escape plan.

[Munemasa Iroka]

Kabayaki-dono had called a strange name and attested that said stranger was her mother. Iroka shook her head in mild confusion, though her mind was more on the item she held in her hands. There was no point in trying to figure out if the one-legged fellow really knew her mother or didn't. But chances were that he didn't' he after all said and did rather strange things. And Iroka was convinced that if someone such as herself, who was considered to have screws loose, thought somebody particularly strange, then that person was strange indeed. As to why people seemed wary of weird people, Iroka would never know.

And then a lot of things happened all at once, starting with the ear-grating shrieks of the goblin thing that had tackled Kabayaki-dono, as it got roasted into cinders. The plume of bright flame which shot up from the position of the one-legged fellow illuminated the area for a brief moment, as a blast of white light engulfed the area shortly after. A lot of noise, a lot of lights; how did people stay sane with all these sensory assaults? The only upside to all this was the smell of caramel which hung thickly in the air, making Iroka imagine all the things she could possibly do with the weapon in her hand.

And then she felt it. A sensation of heat behind her. The Shinigami tensed, but did not turn. She had known since that Kabayaki-dono was beyond her level, and that the only reason she wasn't presently injured was because he had not focused on her. Already, she was sure that the heat was from the grilled fellow, seeing as she was sure he had been responsible for the pillar of fire that had erupted not up to five seconds ago. If Kabayaki-dono wanted to attack her, there was no point in trying to dodge. He was faster than she was, and she was not particularly the most useful, as far as combat was concerned.

The light tap on her shoulder made Iroka flinch visibly, and then the Shinigami turned round carefully, to see Kabayaki-dono grinning at her, looking more like a lobster than an eel now. "Hi," she answered uncertainly, before her attention was drawn to the sparkly horn in his hand. "Oh, it's quite pretty, but it doesn't sound or look like it can make food..." she said uncertainly, in a voice that sounded more like she was pleading than arguing. It was certain she knew the threat he presented. But when would she ever be faced again with the opportunity to hold something as celestial as this weapon in her hands?

There was another burst of light, as the woman Iroka did not recognize rescued Kazuhiko from his sugary prison. And then the other two began running off, just before Kabayaki fired off a strange blast, which sailed over their heads to decimate the wall of the Shin'ou Academy. The blast had seemed so quiet, and yet, Iroka could hear its sound still ringing in her ears. But could it really be called sound? Her head snapped back to the Hellion, when he spoke of taking his weapon and leaving, just before Kazuhiko ordered the 4th Division to stand down. This time, Iroka did not offer protest to Kabayaki, but gently placed the weapon in his free hand.

This fellow, this Kabayaki-dono seemed like a rather terrible creature, with his frightening and depressing aura. Even when he smiled, there was something creepy and offsetting about that look. And yet, he seemed to be an inventor of sorts. He was dangerous, but Iroka wondered if it were possible to still be able to exchange notes with him, maybe even learn a thing or two from the grilled-eel-lobster guy someday. "I suppose it would be a very bad idea to ask if I could have your number, ne?" the Shinigami said quietly, as her hands left the amazing Sprecher. Then ever so uncertainly, she reached for the horn. But the gesture seemed more of a request, like she was wordlessly asking if Kabayaki would let her take it.

[Satoshi Fuuko]

Fuuko watched as Kitai disappeared and reappeared next to Iroka in a blazing inferno. Speaking and asking about something, taking the zanpakutou and watching as Iroka was trying to keep in contact with him?! She could hear Kazu yelling too, but Kitai had just flexed to show off what he could have done. People like him pissed her off. If he was so tough, he should have just been tough. Instead, he had to prove that he could flex on a bunch of weaklings to him while, at the same time, running from real trouble. The academy had been saved, but there was some incidental damage thanks tot he prick. Fuuko stood, her lip curled up and one eye looking at Iroka and Kita through her peripheral vision while she listened acutely. 

Her eyebrow twitched and she couldn't help herself. She turned and faced Iroka and Kita and pulled her zanpakutou with it, the loud sound of a gun cocking as Shukketsubuki began to glow. "Blood bullet." Fuuko muttered as she whipped Shukketsubuki in the direction of Kitai and Iroka, there was two loud, distinct *BANG!* *BANG!* Noises that ripped through the area. It was the sound of a gun being fired twice and two literal bullets flew out from the glowing part of Shukketsubuki. The bullets were hardened blood and reiatsu, and speed at their destinations with uncanny speed, precision and power behind them. 

As they shot, Shukketsubuki stopped glowing. It returned to the shape of a sword, now looking like a towering Zweihander.  Fuuko had used blood bullet and fired at both the horn and Kitai's zanpakutou, to try and dislodge them both from Kitai's grip. 

"Fuck you!" Fuuko barked. "If yer gonna fuck off, then fuck off! Chit chat time is over!" Fuuko yelled as loud as she could, her cheeks flushing as she turned and spat. "Tch." The thought that Kitai had not done anything to Iroka when he had the chance really  pissed Fuuko off. That would mean, on some level, she owed him and that didn't sit well with her. "For the record..." She muttered. "That was for not hurtin Iroka. Next time it'll be right between yer eyes, ya bum associate!" 
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Reiatsu: 1975/3400 - Blood Bank: 148, 230 - Released Dreihander [2 Post]

Blood Bullet 2 Bullets - 500 Strength - 1100 Speed

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{Chi no Dangan - "Blood Bullet"} Fuuko reduces an amount of her choosing from her Blood Pool. (Up to 3x OS). Shukketsubuki begins to glow and when Fuuko swings her sword, she fires one or more projectiles forward. The amount of Blood Bank spent is then split between Strength, Speed and Spread, in whatever manner Fuuko chooses. Blood Bullets are exactly that. They fire like a bullet out from the glowing Shukketsubuki and are about the size of a .50 Caliber bullet.

For example, 1000 points could be split into 400Strength-300speed- 300spread. In which case Fuuko would fire three bullets of moderately fast and moderately strong blood bullets. In addition to the blood pool cost, Fuuko pays half the pool amount spent in Reiatsu as well. Once the bullet(s) is fired, Shukketsubuki reduces in size to a weapon in the current category where the remaining blood pool points are. This would cost Fuuko 500 Reiatsu also. Each 100 in Spread is another bullet. So, at least 100 for it to fire at least 1 Bullet and each extra bullet must be another 100. 200 = 2 bullets, etc. (A 000 in spread is only for using Blood Bullet as a means of transfusion

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{Stats & Skills}Stats:

Reiatsu: 3400

[[Strength - 400 Points (600) +50%
Speed - 300 Points
Spiritual Pressure - 272 Points (340) +25%
Reiatsu Strength - 45 Points (31) -30%
Light Aura - 95 Points
Dark Aura - 05 Points
Instinct- 75 Points
Senses- 68 Points (51) -25%
Energy sensory - 40 Points
Healing Expertise - 0 Points
Total: 1200/1200 SP]

Current Skills 15/15
• [Battle Focus] {1}
• [Pain Tolerance] {2}
• [Lack of Fear] {2}
• [Zanjutsu] {1}
• [Strength of Will] {2}
• [Damage Recovery] {2}
• [Bleeding Tolerance] {2}
• [Anti-Stealth] {1}
• Blood Scent {2}

[Benjiro Hiroto]

In the face of overwhelming danger, Benjiro's decision to aid Akira in leading the students to safety seemed like a noble act of bravery. However, as Kitai, the overwhelmingly powerful foe, loomed close, fear paralyzed him. He had thought that they might be safe, that their weakness would be overlooked, but he was gravely mistaken.

Kitai charged a beam of energy that held the potential to obliterate him in an instant. The intensity of this power was incomprehensible, and as the beam surged just above his head, Benjiro felt an indescribable mix of sensations. It was as if he was both burning alive and freezing to death simultaneously. Every fiber of his being quivered, and the very essence of his existence seemed to be in peril.

The presence of this energy was beyond comprehension, containing everything and nothing all at once. It was destruction personified, capable of reducing the Shino Academy to nothingness. Time seemed to slow, and the world blurred around him as he fell to his knees, trembling in abject terror.

His heart skipped a beat, and the fear was so overwhelming that it rendered him utterly defenseless. He could hardly fathom the force that almost extinguished him, and the mere thought of it sent shivers down his spine. He remained unaware of how the invader ultimately decided to leave, only knowing that he had somehow escaped the grasp of annihilation.

The experience was nothing short of horrifying, leaving Benjiro shaken to the core. As he lay on the ground, the weight of his fear felt suffocating. This encounter had shown him the vast chasm between their strength and the power of their enemy. It was a chilling reminder that in the world of spiritual beings, there were forces that surpassed comprehension, and that even a Shinigami could be reduced to nothingness in an instant.

[Kaminari Cinco]

She...She did it. With a bit of sugar and some umph behind it what the Kenpachi managed to do was at least successful in freeing the smaller Shinigami. With what she knew that the young boy was capable of, Kami was knowledgable enough to know that his potential had grown from the last time they were together. Seeing that small spark from before grow gave the woman a bit more assurance that the tide of the fight can change in their favor. At least, that was the intial thought any how. What turned the situation into that of a roller coaster with the blip of light that the Kenpachi couldn't see. A deafening howl that shrieked for but a moment that resulted in the destruction of the wall by the Academy. Kami immediately threw her gaze into the direction of the explosion. She feared the worst.

Her heart sank. Plummeted down towards her gut that it knotted painfully enough to make her jittering knees completely buckle. The words that she wanted to say. The names of those that she knew were at the Academy. The only thing that she could do was act with the flare of emotion that caused her step to force herself forward in a blur. All she saw was red. It didn't matter if she had slapped the gooey white substance against the roofs surface. It didn't matter if she had dislocated her right shoulder when ripping herself away from the material to dash directly towards the Sinner. And most of all, it didn't matter the difference in strength between Kitai and the Kenpachi. All she wanted was just a single hit to vent out that spewing malice that was leaking from her. A means of relief from what she was feeling inside.

The heat that towered from the distance was cut off from her perspective, as the did words that her superior orderd. "Yonbontai, sta- None of it mattered but the crackling of lightning that surged in her discolored left arm once more. More. Just need a little bit more. More...power. Just...More. Pupils faded into the white of the Kenpachis sclera. Her mind faded with nothing more than the single thought. The thought that guided her emerging body from its blurred motion towards the standing pair. She wanted to hit him; this invader for what he has done. Just a single punch to the face. She wasn't going to let him get away without-

The build up dissolved.

Muscles tore.

Skin split.

Kami didn't realize it herself that she was on the floor when reaching the ground. Body spasming as it crawled by the centimeter. Her technique didn't work despite forcing it. Actually, it did the opposite and took its payment in full. She couldn't swallow what was happening. She refused to. But it couldn't be helped, and allowed the darkness to take her into its embrace.


Remaining Reiatsu: 0/1400 ; - 50 Shunpo, attempted Mjolnir.

[Akira Hinosai]

Aiding an evacuation wasn't an exact science. Maybe there was a technique that was most effective, but as Akira inserted himself into the role he just did what came naturally. "Relax, and no shoving! Either all of you make it out or none of you do!" Akira lied as he made sure all the students kept following the path to safety in an orderly manner. He made sure they went into the sewer with some idea of where they had to go, and failing that, just as far away from here as they could get. The evacuation was the sort of thing that Akira put all his focus in. He had no other choice, considering if he dared linger of Kitai, he'd probably pass out. Akira could feel his heart race in his chest. Everything was moving too damn slow.

It was like he was suffocating and until the last student was reasonably safe, he couldn't take that breath he desperately needed. Benny. Where the hell is Benny? Akira turned around to see if he was still there. It was all too easy to get tunnel vision in times like this. Though as Akira turned around, his heart stopped. The entiure world ceased to exist around him in that moment. He couldn't tell up from down, nor left from right. It was like he was floating above the scene, watching it happen. It was like he was underwater. Moving was difficult, and he couldn't even scream as he saw blast approaching Benjiro. It wasn't real. It couldn't be real.

Akira wanted to reach for the beam of concentrated entropy. He wanted to ride the nothingness train to fuck-all-burrough. To whatever lied beyond this world. He'd been disintegrated before. It might not be so bad the second time around. After the pain, it was kind of peaceful, like he was floating away on a cloud. But that wasn't supposed to happen to Benjiro. What was Akira supposed to do without him? There was so much they hadn't done, so much they hadn't said. And right when it seemed like the moment would last for eternity, it ended. Akira was in control of his body again, and Benjiro had collapsed to the ground. Shini Academy was totaled, but Benjiro was alive. Those were acceptable losses. 

Akira embraced Benjiro without so much as thinking. It was like Akira's heart was pounding in his ear. "JESUS FUCK DON'T YOU EVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN!" Akira's body shook as he held Benny's head in his chest. His vision blurred and hot tears streamed down his face. The rest of the world could wait. Akira needed this moment to hold Benny close so that nothing like this could happen again.

[Kitai Yoru]

And it would seem that Cyborg 00-Nerd was smart enough to tell his little group to stand down. Not that everyone did, but they did stand down enough The angry woman who freed him tried charging at him, but seemed to have run out of fumes to run on. It was nonetheless impressive that she made it this far, given she seemed to be one of the ones to kill the Fog Beasts, so kudos to her for such an accomplishment. Not that he would say that out loud, but still, he was impressed that she wasn't dead.

Iroka, finally seeing a hint of danger, returned to him his Zanpakuto. He might not have been a Shinigami, but man was having one of their weapons fun. And expensive, which is why he wouldn't part with it so easily. She was bold, asking for his number, though he couldn't fathom why, other than for his amazing items. He was about to place the horn into her waiting hands, when both it and his rootbeer lightsaber were shot out of his hands. He glared over towards where the attacks came from.

The angry blond goblin who drank his blood pool with her oversized sanguine sword was responsible for the attack. There was no surprise there. The eye on the palm of his hand glowed... Before he took a deep breath, and closed it. The eye vanished, and was replaced with a symbol. Iroka might get the chance to see it. It was almost like a tattoo, one that represented something. A deep feeling of Greed radiated off the marking. He pointed towards where his weapon was flung off to. "All I see is mine to claim." The weapon was back in his hand, between one instance and the next.

He reached into his coat pocket, and pulled out a card, handing it to her. It was the business address and phone number to The Kitai Shop, with the store logo on it. "Pour gold dust into the horn if you can't use it, and every so often when you get stronger." He told Iroka, instructing her how to adjust the quality of the weapon. She'd probably be able to figure it out with that. And if not, she knew where to find him.

He looked over towards where the two others had run off, and saw the smaller one cradling the big guy. Huh. Wonder what happened to those two? He deactivated Sprecher, returning it to his pocket, and started walking away. "HEY! WAIT FOR ME YOU MANIAC!" Cried a voice, rolling out from behind a wall. "Oh, right, nearly forgot about you." A smile spread across his face. "You look like you had fun! Hehehehehe." He laughed at how angry the cheese wheel was. "NO I DIDN'T HAVE FUN! YOU NEARLY-" A portal opened, shaped like a tall door. Once Kitai and the living cheese passed through the threshold, it closed, ending their conversation with a click.

[Holika]

Wow, way to go everybody. Kitai is a real pain, I know. NOW TO REWARD THESE SHINIGAMI FOR THEIR SPIRIT AND VICTORY!

joshuaboshua: 440 TP

Satoshi Fuuko: 260 TP

Tala Selao: 100 TP

Munemasa Iroka: 320 TP

Satoshi Kazuhiko: 380 TP

Akira Hinosai: 350 TP

Kaminari Cinco: 260 TP

And now the disgusting invading interloper Kitai....

Take your 720 TP and get outta here!
Also, as Shinigami repelled the invasion and are the defined winners they will receive an additional 100 TP each. Congratulations!