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Post by Hara Lucious on Nov 19, 2010 23:30:51 GMT -5
While the other three where attacking the man that had now appeared claiming he could beat us all in a short amount of time, Hara took the time to grip both of his swords very tightly in his hands as he took off with a burst of speed from Shunpo. He ended up beside the man who was in the midst of finishing the attacks against Osuka and Zanken who seemed to get hit very hard and nearly knocked out of the fight, or possible even out of the fight. Hara grinned as he swung his second sword that had come beacuse of Bankai as he said in a low tone "Hard" The sword was now very dense and would hit the man with alot of force if he did not see it coming, Meanwhile Haras other sword was on a chain wich he threw straight at the mid section of the man, It had full red glow in it meaning the man would become maluable and would be unable to attack physicaly if that would hit. Hara's other sword was being swung diagonally at chest height aiming to make his attacks hard to dodge, what would happen next?
There was one, enormous problem with Hara's attack on Garyuu. It couldn't hurt him. The spurting winds of his blows, the wind force leaking out from his movements and strength, they were still moving. With 32 times the strength of an average human, Garyuu Hyajong was currently able to create such massive, and powerful blasts of wind with just one hit, that it was a surprise he didn't endanger himself. Since Hara came in just as Garyuu's attack was finishing, wind force was still there. Simply, and easily, it blew through Hara, sending him flying away, and stopping his attacks up short. He was sent flying towards a wall. If he hit this, it wouldn't be the same as Zanken, who had been blasted straight off by the wind, whereas Hara had been hit by a side burst. However, if he hit, he'd still break numerous bones, possibly even eliminating him from the fight.
Post by Okusa Shogen on Nov 21, 2010 2:32:21 GMT -5
Okusa, with his well honed instincts, could tell that a hit to that area would hurt a lot more than a hit to another area. He crouched slightly just as the fist hit him, so that it didn't hit the stomach, but a higher part of the midsection. Instead of the loss of his stomach, Okusa lost a bunch of ribs, and possibly the rib cage itself. It would hurt to move, but he wasn't going to be truly screwed over. If the stomach was destroyed, the acids would leak all over his insides, and he really would die. His survival instinct had kicked in there. Then, his body flew back since the punch did have that kind of force.
Okusa rammed into a building, where his non sword arm was shattered completely, both of his legs were snapped, and he ended up with a concussion. Being the one that had taken the direct hit, it was only natural for Okusa to take so much damage. It was unfortunate that he did, but at least he wasn't dead. Okusa lay in a pile of rubble and rock, simply remaining there unmoving. It would hurt too much to move, and he certainly couldn't fight anymore. Okusa wasn't liking this. Not one bit. He hated being in this position, and he hated the fact that he had lost. This was going to be made into a personal vendetta which Okusa would repay later. These C-Weapons that had come into existence were something that he rejected. The reason that he didn't use any was because he didn't need them.
He figured that he was strong enough. But, come to think of it, Okusa suddenly realized that if he wanted to, he could still fight. He had a power left over that would allow him to move and attack. It wasn't worth it though. He'd die from the extra strain, or Garyuu might be able to overpower him. He'd underestimated the Vizard, and taken too heavy a hit. Garyuu still had his zanpakuto, plus his mask to use. Okusa wasn't going to risk death. He didn't mind dying, that was the price for fun. But it wasn't worth fighting if he had no chance of surviving. It was good enough to live to fight more adversaries and have more fun. He'd get his revenge, of that Garyuu could be certain.
Garyuu had finished his work on just about the whole gang. One more punch, and the whole fight would be over and done with, completely finished. This essentially meant that they'd failed to stop him. In truth, Okusa being brought down was the end of it. None of the others present could challenge Garyuu. He was stronger than all of them, and only Okusa posed sufficient thread. Okusa was on par with Garyuu in strength. Well, this was before C-Weapons. With the creation of C-Weapons, Garyuu rose to a level far beyond Okusa Shogen, and so did the other Vizards. Then again, Hollowfication had already put them on a level above, speaking in general terms. So saying, the Vizards were each stronger than Captains. Soul Society didn't have a fighting force that could match them anymore. That had been proven when Zouma had defeated Old Lightning. With that in mind, Garyuu turned to walk away.
Meanwhile, in the very lowest dungeons of the Central 46 Imprisonment Facility, Zouma walked. Tap...tap....tap...tap... His boots made loud tapping sounds, which echoed across the whole of the dungeon. He'd gotten in without too much trouble. He was continuing to walk, searching for the cell. 69875....69876....69877...He was getting closer and closer to it. Zouma's eyes looked around, scanning for the cell that was meant to be here. 69878...69879....69880. Zouma was searching for it, and at last, he found it. Dungeon cell number 69898. The cell that, when numbers were added up, became "40." And then, when divided by the number of digits that had existed in the original number, it became "8." Only one cell in the Central 46 Imprisonment Facility fit this quota and contained a prisoner. This was the cell that Zouma had come to visit.
Zouma smiled coldly, looking at the prisoner in the cell. "Prisoner number 69898. Telikí̱ Kefálaio. I've come a long way to find you." The prisoner huddled in the cell wore a completely binding white strait-jacket, with his limbs totally bound. He also had chains all around that, with thousands of visible, tiny locks on the chains. More, golden chains were wrapped around each lock, and around those chains on the locks were minuscule, extremely tiny locks. He had on a metal mask that covered his whole face, including the eyes. It was blank, and the only opening was a tiny hole for his nose, so that he could breathe. "Your sentence is 400,000 years in total, decreed by the Spirit King himself. You have been moved twice, and you have not properly moved, eaten, spoken, or drank in 33,000 years. Can you say that you'll last another 367,000 years?"
The prisoner looked up towards Zouma. He could not see because the mask covered his face, but the way he stared up, it was as if his energy sensory was good enough that he could see Zouma as plain as day. He cackled in a menacing voice, a raspy one. It sounded cracked, destroyed. The voice of a man that did not speak. "Dryer than a well in the middle of August" was the expression. He cackled again, trying to get a proper sound out of his voice. The closest that he got was a whisper, and that was all that he could get. "You..." Teliki rasped. He cackled again. "You of all people...will be the one to use me?" Another cackle. Zouma's smile came up again. "Of course." he said. "It's only natural for an abnormality such as myself to take command of an abnormality such as you." He raked his hand across the bars, and they shattered instantly. Zouma looked down at Teliki. He picked him up, hoisting him over his shoulder like a bag.
Zouma took a long journey up from there. He'd simply used a portal to get down to this level earlier. Now, he could not. So, he ended up walking. As Zouma reached the uppermost floor, the meeting hall of the Central 46, it became apparent that he'd walked in on one of their meetings. Several of the 46 old men stood up, staring at Zouma. "This is a perfect chance..." Zouma said. "To break your chains and show you my strength." He tossed Teliki into the air, yanking Tenkai out of its sheathe. He ran his hand across it quickly. "Avenge...Tenkai." The blade lit up with symbols and blackness as Zouma slashed. The huge blast of blue flames that had become his signature in such little time rushed throughout the room, the all 46 old men screamed.
As the smoke cleared, the whole room was revealed. It was in ruins, with debris everywhere, rocks and broken bits of marble scattered, chairs scattered, and the numerous bodies scattered. All 46 had been killed, their bodies either carved apart and blood sprayed out, or simply burnt to a crisp. In the midst of this, the chains and shackles that had held Teliki were no more than ash. They had been the main target, and had received the full force of Zouma's power. He sheathed his blade, looking at Teliki. Teliki was a very pale man. He was naked, and extremely white. His skin was so white, he could probably blend in with a newly painted white wall, or with a white sheet, or a ghost. His eyes were empty white, and his teeth were all pointed sharp, white. His ears were pointed like an elf's, and Zouma's eyes were locked with them. "Let's go." he said in a command. "We'll make the contract later. It's going to take a while to regenerate your power." He walked away, motioning for Teliki to follow. As their journey continued, the two made it into Seireitei, and continued walking. Something strong had just been released.
Post by Zieg Revolver on Nov 21, 2010 21:24:28 GMT -5
"Damn it!" Zieg cursed loudly as he was blown away by a massive amount of wind. He flew back out of control, tilting his head back and looking to see that there was absolutley nothing to stop him from flying backwards. It would take a massive amount of time till he dropped to the ground and trying to stop by using the air ground was out of the question. He was moving way to fast to even get a footing on it. Zieg realized that, unfortunatly, he had to use his final bankai technique, though he'd try to do it in a manner that would attack Garyuu also. He aimed his revolvers forward, his reiatsu exploding out of his body and suddenly, his revolvers glew with his crimson red and aqua blue reiatsu, an aura of it surrounding them and charging in the barrels as it seemingly gathering inside the barrels. "Desu Kyanon!" Zieg shouted and a gigantic, beam like blast of his reiatsu and the elements fire, water, wind,earth and lightning together from his revolvers. The extent of the blast was extremely powerful which resulted in a massive recoil, enough in combination with the force of the blast to send backwards back towards Garyuu. The blast was very much like a cero, size and shape wise and it had three times the strength of his reiatsu strength in exchange for a gigantic amount of reiatsu. When Zieg began being sent back to the battlefield, the recoil had flipped him forward so he laid flat in the air, his arms extended forward with the blast still firing and heading right for Garyuu as the last of the blasts left his revolvers. After this, he landed straight on the ground, dropping onto one knee and panting heavily, feeling the sudden lose of his reiatsu from his final attack that he could possibly do. Reiatsu:100/1650 Bankai: 2/10
"Never underestimate your opponent; no matter how weak they way seem."
Garyuu, now completely free from his other attacks after completing them, raked a hand across his face, despite his gloves. Instantly, his mask materialized on it, and he roared. Garyuu stared forwards, his hollow eyes glaring at the incoming blast. The hollowfication doubled stats (see new amendment), and thus gave him 64 times the strength of a regular human. With his power, it was a simple matter to end this. Using that same physical strength, Garyuu simply punched directly into Zieg's blast. Despite anything, that kind of physical power gave off a massive shockwave in one hit, blasting through Zieg's reiatsu and completely shattering it. Put simply, Garyuu had obliterated Zieg's entire attack with just one punch. Continuing wind force struck Zieg while he was too exhausted to protect himself, shattering several ribs and possibly rupturing an organ or two. That was it. Two punches, and the fight was over. "Time to finish you off." Garyuu said. He drew his fist back, and moved it forwards. It was the end! Suddenly, a hand slipped over Garyuu's shoulder, grabbing at the wrist, and gripping it tightly. "They're finished, Garyuu. No need to destroy corpses." Zouma was there. Behind him, Teliki was panting heavily. "You were successful then?" Garyuu asked. "Of course." Zouma replied. His shikai had already faded, but steam could still be seen, vaguely emitting from the blade. A courier suddenly ran over, a messenger. "Captains! Vice Captains!" he shouted. "Terrible news! The Central 46 have been killed!" Then, he saw the state of those that had been fighting the Vizards. He stared, awestruck, and in horrified shock. "C...Captains!" he exclaimed. Zouma whirled around, striking his blade across the messenger's throat, tearing it open and causing blood to splash out. "Silence." he said.
A Garganta tore open in front of Zouma. Teliki cackled. "I see that power of yours is already at work." Zouma said. "It's already become strong. We'll be binding soon, so be sure not to use anything up." He and Teliki entered the Garganta. "Garyuu, clean up here." Zouma ordered. "Kill Okusa and Hara. The Vice Captains are too weak to be worth finishing off." With that, the Garganta closed.
Post by Xaifer Regneis on Nov 22, 2010 0:45:20 GMT -5
"Ugh... *cough* this is bad... *cough* *cough* need a medic squad..." Zanken coughed out blood as he lay there on the floor of what ever building he crashed into. Zanken was in a sorry state right now, and he needed someone to heal him. How to get someone to him though? He had been blasted away from the battle a good few meters, and the Vizards didn't seem to interested in him anymore. How to get help? Well, there was one thing to do. Zanken gathered the last of his strength, and sent out a Reitsu flare. The flare would alert the Fourth Division, or anyone, to his location. It was risky though, because someone could come and kill him off at any time. However, it didn't seem likely that someone would at this point. Now all he could do was wait. Wonder how long it'll be till someone finds me...? Zanken wondered sort of hazily.
Last Edit: Nov 22, 2010 0:45:46 GMT -5 by Xaifer Regneis
Garyuu was about to punch forwards, ending it, when suddenly a powerful wind force knocked his hand away before he could gather strength into it, stopping him from gathering his punch for just that second. He didn't try to gather it again, simply because he had to stare around and see what the source of that violent wind had been.
"My my....What disgraces you all are..." an old man's voice confidently declared as the figure in question began walking forwards. He came into view then, wearing only a large black cloak that covered most of his body. He appeared to be hunched over, and leaning on some kind of cane. He had a large beard, and his hair was almost completely gone, he was bald. Scars were visible on his face, and if one could see inside of the cloak every time it occasionally swayed, they'd see a bare torso that was extremely muscular, but also covered in scars. "For Two Captains and Two Vice Captains to be bested by such an abomination...and for you to send out a distress signal like that...How pathetic..." Even hunched over, it was obvious that he was insanely muscular. What was more, his heavy hunching didn't stop him from being tall. He was at least 6'5 even when hunched, meaning that he was actually much taller when not hunched.
He looked around, gazing at the scene before him. "Who are you?! Explain yourself!" Garyuu demanded and shouted at the newcomer, the old man that appeared to be a lot stronger than one would imagine. "My name is Kyousou Ningen..." the old man said. "The man sent on the Thousand Year Mission. I was called back six days ago, simply for the position that I will fill soon. I am next in line to become the Captain Commander." Garyuu stared. "...Kyousou Ningen? Impossible. You're just a legend." The old man stared forwards. "Believe what you will, you're nothing but a child that needs a spanking." Garyuu shivered. "Known as The Strong Man, you're said to be the strongest Shinigami ever to live, am I correct?" The Strong Man did not answer. "I'll prove legends wrong." Garyuu concluded for himself.
He was about to draw back his fist to punch again, when with a single shunpo Kyousou made it in front of Garyuu, grabbing the Vizard's face. He crushed around it, shattering the mask instantly as he moved forwards, driving Garyuu back. Garyuu cried out, and he was slammed into one of the walls with great force. His C-weapon shattered, returning to capsule form. He quickly caught it, and it fell into his pockets as Kyousou shook him by the throat. "All of those boosts...and you're still this slow? Still this weak?" he asked. "How dare a naive young fool such as you step foot on Soul Society and expect to win. I'll show you how much of a baby you really are."
Garyuu tore himself free, and scrambled away. "Reap...Gen'Ei..." he whispered. White gloves materialized on his hands, surrounded by a white aura of reiatsu. Kyousou glared. "Don't fuck with an adult like me, child." he said. "Or I'll put you in the corner in which you belong." He stood up to his full height, shedding the cloak. He was at least 7'8 in full height, and he had two blades sheathed at his sides. "Suppress the living and the damned...Kasuka Sougon!" he declared. Instantly, the blade began glowing. He pointed the blade tip upwards, and immediately Garyuu flew up. Gravity appeared to have turned to that opposing force. Garyuu gasped, flying upwards at insane speed. Suddenly, Kyousou pointed his blade tip downwards, and Garyuu cried out as he was flung downwards, and slammed into the ground. Kyousou changed his blade to the left, sending Garyuu flying away, and then tipped it to the right, sending him flying into a wall. Upwards, left, downwards. He slammed Garyuu all over the blade just by tipping his blade in different directions, the constantly changing current of gravity battering Garyuu like he was nothing.
At last, Kyousou stopped, and Garyuu was revealed to be a mess of blood and broken bones. He puked out blood. "Ugh..." he hissed. Kyousou began walking towards Garyuu. "Where is your Zouma Santeku?" he asked. "Where is the Vizard Leader, who killed Old Lightning? Show him to me, and I will show you what it means to be truly powerful."
Post by Zieg Revolver on Nov 22, 2010 20:56:05 GMT -5
Zieg clenched his teeth as he witnessed his attack being powered through. "Too strong..." Zieg realized in his head, still recovering from his use of reiatsu. He let out a sharp yell with a mixture of surprise and pain as he was struck with the wind force struck Zieg while he was too exhausted to protect himself, shattering several of his ribs instantly and at the same time was blasted back, a small spurt of blood escaping his lips. He rolled across the ground viciously, coming to a stop about several meters from where he once was kneeling, face down on the ground. He had instinctively tightened his grip drastically on his revolvers to keep a hold on them. Zieg attempted to rise up onto his hands and knees gradually but collapsed back down, feeling as if the entire world was spinning around him from the dizziness of what occurred. He soon recovered his balance, rising this time on his hands and knees and looked up in time to Zouma had returned but was about to leave and it seemed he had someone with him, someone Zieg had never seen before but the person looked like no shinigami, or any species he had encountered before. Zieg looked around, seeing his allies in a wounded state also and there seemed nothing he could do as he watched Ganjuu move to seemingly finish them off, closing his eyes tightly out of natural reaction.
Then, he heard it, an unfamiliar, aged and potent voice speaking out to them. His eyes flared open in surprise as he craned his neck, shifting into a kneeling position to get a better view and saw him, his eyebrows raising naturally. He stared in awe as Zieg recognized him as a shinigami from his clothing but he had never seen or heard of a description from what he was seeing. "Who...who is this..?" Zieg whispered to himself, awe stricken by the shinigami who had just shown up. Zieg watched and listened as the shinigami began speaking to Garyuu, eventually stating who he was. "Kyousou Ningen...?" Zieg said lowly to himself, continuing to watch. He had never heard that name before but it seemed the Vizard did, stating that he was a legend and known as The Strong Man. Zieg stared in shock and awe as Kyousou displayed his power to them and Garyuu, effortlessly defeating them in a matter of seconds. "Unbelievable... he is at least ten times stronger then Commander Lightning..." Zieg spoke outloud, simply stunned by the display.
Reiatsu: 100/1650 Bankai: 3/10
"Never underestimate your opponent; no matter how weak they way seem."
"The...35th...?" Garyuu muttered. "That's....such bullshit......One down...and a new one just pops up? Zouma's gonna be pissed...." Kyousou stomped in front of Garyuu. "What makes you think that you'll be surviving this encounter?" he asked. "You can't report to him if you're dead." Garyuu smiled. "Oh...I'm just stalling. The cavalry will be here real quick." Right on cue, he appeared.
Instantly, a man appeared in front of Garyuu. His hair was spiky, flame-like, but brown. And it was medium length, stretching downwards and spiking at the end, going to the end of his neck. The eyes that matched it were brown, and the face belonged to a familiar, wiser and stronger looking figure. He wore a brown leather coat, and a black t-shirt underneath it. He wore black pants to match, and black shoes as well. His blade was sheathed. No one could fail to recognize this guy. He was Arashi Manako, the Hero of 40 years ago. He'd been one of those that defeated Azeru Cho. "He'll be surviving." Arashi said. "I came here to rescue him, after all." Kyousou prepared his blades. "You're here to fight then, Arashi Manako?" he asked. "No, I have no intention of going against the Gotei like my comrades do." Arashi responded. "However, I have no intention of letting my friends die either."
He picked up Garyuu, hoisting him over his shoulder. "You can become the Captain Commander", he said, "But you'll never be able to stop me if I want to save someone. Keep that in mind." Arashi turned, and Kyousou did not try to stop him. In an instant, Arashi disappeared with Garyuu, and the two were gone just like that. He was a fast mover, that was for sure. Obviously. Arashi wasn't the type of guy that moved slowly. One of his abilities was insane speed. That was good, very good for him. But, at any rate, Kyousou needed to get settled in. Sheathing his blade, he looked around. "Come." he said. "You'll need to be healed before I unpack."
OOC: Canon Terminated.
+250 CTP to all participants, except Okusa. Okusa receives 28,000 ryo.