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[Mirim Frost]

MY FOCUS HAS BEEN TAKEN AWAY

Quincies were renown for their ability in ranged combat, having no peer in that regard. Their calm and disciplined demeanor proved more than a match for the barborous Hollow, who would become overwhelmed by their innate need to feed. To those of Mirim’s level, she may as well be staring into the barrel of a gun. Guns, the police had them.

Mirim would turn to approach the nearest cop whose weapon was drawn, shouting at her to drop the bat. Yes, she’d bash his head abit with the heavy stick and take that gun. Then she’d be able to hit not only that quincy, but that soul reaper to. Before she could as much as take a step she’d see a flash of light behind her.

The song tranced woman turned to see its origin, shifting her boady to the side instinctively, but rather slow in comparison to what was fired upon her. Almost simultaneously, four pillars of light struck her. Had she not had been in a state of motion she would have been killed immediately. Hell, she might not survive this encounter after all.

One arrow hit low, grazing her belly. Another would graze her neck, carving a chunk of flesh out of it but missing her artery. The last two hit dead on. One caught her mid-verse, punching a hole through her left cheek while the other barrelled into her left lung, punching out the other side of her, spraying the cop behind her in her charred gore. She’d fall to a knee, blood seeping from her wounds down to the ground beneath her.

One of the cops, shocked ran to her, checking on her condition while the other cop pointed its gun at the Quincy, suspicious on what happened to Mirim. Mirim was quite happy that one of the cops came to her and, through the burning sensation in her chest, brought her bat to bear, standing and swinging with all her might, smashing the bat against the man’s head, sending him to the ground. “Don’t let their vision leave you blind!”

She’d cough and drop the bat, quickly reaching for the weapon and aiming it before his partner had time to respond and pulled the trigger. His gore would splatter her face, mixing in with the crimson light of her eye, and his body would hit the asphalt. She’d stumble to her feet, pain gripping her as she bled from the various wounds she’d accumulated, although mostly cauterized.

She’d pause and look over the bodies, seeing the newborn pluses tugging at the chains on their chests, crying out in disbelief and confusion. Mirim growled and shoved one of them to the side to get to his body, pulling his pistol from his grasp and dove behind their car. One of the pluses put two and two together quickly and dove after her, grasping a hold of her leg, the other close behind.

Poor fools. From the shadow cast from the car, spike would appear, flashing the tattoo on its flank, U-94, and lunged at the pair, its long fangs tearing their spiritual flesh and dragging them back into the shadows, where their screaming ceased. Mirim swallowed and pocketed on of the pistols and took the other into her grip and poked out from the car, aligned the sights on the Quincy’s chest and fired. “Moving steady now”

“It’s a revelation,” She’d flinch from the loud bang but would focus on the shinigami, using the recoil to move the gun up faster than she could herself, aligned the sights and fired upon him, aiming for his chest. “For so long your focus has been taken away” At this range it her lack of experience with firearms shouldn’t come into play. Pistols such this had an *effective* range of fifty meters, and both of which were long within that range. “It’s been taken away!”

NOTE: for these bullets, consider them 300 speed!

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{Mirims Stats and Stuff!}Type: Soul Specialist Version 2
Rank: 1

Stats
STR 100 [67]
SPD 50 [34]
RS 25 [17]
SPR 50 [34]
INS 50 [34]
SEN 50 [34]
ES 0

LIGHT 50
DARK 50
HE: 0
SP 325/1600

Skills
Street Fighting 1
Pain Tolerance 1
Battle Focus 1
Focused Eye 1
Anti-Stealth 1
Acrobatics 1
SKP 6/15 6 points remaining

340/340 REIATSU
NOW PLAYING
Are You Ready? - Disturbed

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[Leonie Dallmann]

As she fired her arrows toward the Shinigami, Leonie let a soft sigh escape her lips. It was unfortunate to see that her shots against him hadn't landed. Though, at least she'd landed a number of them against the human behind her. That was a redeeming quality, at least. Though, it seemed that he was about to prepare something rather... interesting, all things considered. An ability that was going to prove a bit difficult to react to, if she hadn't had an option at her disposal.

Stowing her bow as Turushino had prepared to launch his technique, Leonie pulled her sleeved hand up, before flicking it down to reveal a cylindrical, metal shaft in her hand. Igniting the blade at the same time, the girl furrowed her brow as she took guard, watching the attack close the distance between Turushino and herself. While she'd thought a step ahead, giving her ample time to prepare herself for the coming attack, she hadn't the physical force to fully ready herself against the blow coming toward her.

As the spiritual slash traversed closer to her, repelled narrowly from the Selee Schneider and quickly taking the advantage, Leonie's own footing began to slide back, her ability to defend with the weapon proving to be problematic. Instead of defending with the blade, she'd have little choice but to try and utilize the item itself, it seemed! Shifting her grip up alongside the slash, she allowed the attack to dig into the handle - and by extension, her hand and shoulder as she was pushed back from the force - leaving behind some rather nasty wounds as the attack dissipated.

Taking a deep breath to keep herself as calm as she could, Leonie furrowed her brow. Her fingers and left shoulder had now been coated in a noticeable layer of blood; not enough to put her down or anything like that, but certainly debilitating for the girl. "Curious," she spoke aloud, her voice strained, "seems the Shinigami dog has some bite. Estimated thirty-two... no, thirty-three percent chance of survival."

As the police situation had begun to escalate, and Mirim began to make quick work of the force that had arrived, Leonie realized quickly she was facing down the receiving end of one of the guns they held. She sighed. Is it possible for things to work out in my favor? Just once? As her thoughts cleared, and as the violence unfolded, she made distinct notice of the fact that Mirim, in the confusion, had acquired a gun of her own. Great.

Shifting to the side as the trigger had been pulled, giving herself enough time to react to Mirim's own unpracticed aiming, Leonie found herself shot in the waist, on the left side. Once more, blood began to spill from the Quincy. She gritted her teeth once more, experiencing the very real, very frustrating amount of pain coursing through her body.

"Tch," she scoffed, forcing herself to load the newly-lit Seele Schneider on her bow, "p-pack tactics will only get you so far." With that, she let loose the projectile toward Mirim, alongside four more arrows, looking to tear into her as quickly and efficiently as possible. Though, given what she'd just been through, it was likely her aim was going to be a bit off. Damned blood loss was going to end up putting her on a timer at this point.

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{Reiatsu Pool: 1,130/1,250}
-10 for Seele Schneider ignition.
-10 for Seele Schneider firing.
-40 for Class 7 arrow x4.

[Turushino Ronjiro]

Turushino's eyes narrowed as he observed Leonie, the Quincy he had been engaged with. Her calculated demeanor and the way she handled her Seele Schneider spoke volumes about her skill. But it was her words, the cold calculation of survival percentages, that caught his attention. "Thirty-three percent, you say?" he mused, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and resolve. "Let me assure you, your survival rate will be one hundred percent. That's a promise."

His attention, however, was abruptly pulled away by the unfolding horror behind Leonie. Mirim, the human woman, was wreaking havoc among the police force, her actions not just brutal but soul-shattering. The way she dispatched the cops, destroying their very souls, filled him with a sense of dread and urgency that couldn't be ignored, he had a duty to protect these souls even if it was in the middle of a combat that at first seemed pretty fun

With a burst of Shunpo, Turushino closed the distance between himself and the chaotic scene. His Zanpakutō was already unsheathed, its blade gleaming in the dim light as he moved with precision to disarm the remaining police officers. "Forgive me," he whispered, almost to himself, as he sliced through the barrels of their guns, rendering them useless. His actions were swift, a blur to the human eye, but calculated to avoid any further loss of life—or soul.

His gaze then shifted back to Mirim, her actions a dark stain on the spiritual fabric of the world. "Enough!" he shouted, his voice carrying the weight of his resolve. "Your actions have consequences that stretch beyond this mortal coil. Stop this madness now!" But even as he spoke, he couldn't help but glance back at Leonie, who was now injured and bleeding. His promise echoed in his mind even as the world around them spiraled into chaos and bloodshed. He wanted to fight but he had no intention of killing anyone, he always focused on the fun to be had but it was spiraling out of control before his very eyes.

He pointed back to Leonie "You, focus on stabilizing yourself," he called out to the Quincy, his voice tinged with urgency but not desperation. "If ya can fight you can at least worry about not bleedin' out." With that, he readied himself for whatever would come next, his grip tightening around his Zanpakutō. The fight was far from over, and Turushino knew that the path ahead was fraught with peril. But it was a path he was committed to walking, no matter the cost.

Turning his attention to the remaining police officers, Turushino shouted, "Get out of here, now! This is beyond your jurisdiction and capabilities!" His voice carried an unmistakable urgency, a final push to propel them to safety before the situation escalated any further. He then stopped then let out a groan "Right, fuck, I am a whole ass ghost and they have no idea what the fuck is going on." He attempted to knock out the cops in the surrounding area and shove them into safety,

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Reiatsu Pool: 910/1,010

[Mirim Frost]

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To her surprise, her bullets would meet their mark, at least on the Quincy. The shinigami seemingly would be unphased, which was a surprise to be sure. It was such a surprise that this, in combination with the blood loss. snapped her out of her song induced trance. She'd blink and glance at her gun and the grip that held it. Her grip was firm and her aim was steady. At this range the bullet would be able to at least graze its target, as she was aiming center of mass.

Now then, she wasn't a trained sharpshooter, but what makes firearms so effective were its simplicity in use. You aim and you shoot. Her small amount of training in breath control when it came to training her body and voice applies here which means that the bullets must have hit the shinigami but a glitch in reality must have eaten them. Maybe she hallucenated and she never pulled the trigger? Mirim shook her head. There was no way she had lost so much blood she couldn't count her own finger presses.

She'd growl and hop ontop the car she was covering behind. Her wounds were grievous indeed, the most notable being the spiritual arrow still lodged in her left lung and the hole blown out of her cheek. the various grazes from those arrows served as additional outlet for her ichor, the blood staining her hoody and running down her leg. She had enough of the fight for now, not because the dramatic shinigami was calling for an end to bloodshed he had no hand in attempting to prevent, but because she was tired and would likely die if she kept going.

Mirim wasn't so unintelligent to realize her reach and scope of strength was eclipsed by the shinigami's speed and the Quincy's range. Her crimson eye would soften and shift to a neutral white as a calmness took over her heart. She looked down to the quincy and nodded at her in respect, albit with a bit of difficulty with the arrow jutting from her lung. "We'll fight again", she'd declare, revealing her respect for this quincy private.

"I'll bring drinks!", she'd tack on, before bringing an index finger and thumb to her mouth, whistling out to her doggy companion. She'd turn to the shinigami who had turned his focus on the incoming cops and took her pistols, gripping them by the barrel, and chucked them at him. She threw them rather hard with decent aim, but she could care less if his glitch in the matrix trick of ignoring events actually devoured the pistols.

With one last act of defiance, she'd raise her toll finger to the sky and declare, "Fuck you, Magi". A garganta would open up on the ground behind her with spike waiting to catch her from within. She'd grin and stepped back, maintaining the bird she flipped at the shinigami as she tipped back and fell into the garganta, the portal closing up behind her.

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{Mirims Stats and Stuff!}Type: Soul Specialist Version 2

Rank: 1



Stats

STR 100 [67]

SPD 50 [34]

RS 25 [17]

SPR 50 [34]

INS 50 [34]

SEN 50 [34]

ES 0



LIGHT 50

DARK 50

HE: 0

SP 325/1600



Skills

Street Fighting 1

Pain Tolerance 1

Battle Focus 1

Focused Eye 1

Anti-Stealth 1

Acrobatics 1

SKP 6/15 6 points remaining

340/340 REIATSU

NOW PLAYING

The pain in Mirim's everything.

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[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

Leonie: 31 paragraphs = 310 TP + 100 for winning = 410 TP

Mirim: 41 paragraphs = 410 TP

Mirovan: 35 paragraphs = 350 TP