Test Thread: Enter, Captain Kreiger Herz!

[Kreiger Herz]

As the Akki slowly approaches, and the fear once again enveloping, he set his face in hard lines, his normally relaxed face being set in lines of iron. The floating iron ball dropped slowly to his hand. He gripped with an iron grip (ha!), his flawless skin dully reflecting the mottled light cast by the reflected light of the full moon. He gripped the ball, applying the relative combined force of a freight train slamming into a metal wall. Suddenly, the metal ball imploded in on itself, liquid metal. But it didn't last long. It quickly spread to the shape of a German Zweihander, steel grey in color. Then with a sharp crack, it solidified, to form a blade of immense weight and beauty. It seemed to emanate power and strength. It was a beautiful blade, expertly wrought with gold along the hilt. The double bladed guard was sharpened perfectly, thick, yet sharp. The black-and-white blade, the white being the central core of the blade. Pitch black edged the two sides of the blade. A large diamond was set in the pommel; encrusted around it were smaller, black diamonds. The hand-and-a-half hilt fit perfectly in Kreiger's hand. A full 6 feet in length, the double crescent a foot above the hilt half a foot themselves, and the hilt a foot, all together weighing about fifteen pounds, it is a weapon perfect for a captain. It was a beautiful weapon, perfectly fitted for both combat and for a king.

His face now a hewn mountainside, his face set in lines as hard as sharp as steel, he gathered himself and leaped backwards, he carried the full weight of the blade as if it were nothing. Sliding a full ten feet backwards, he reached behind him with his left hand - his free one - he deftly untied his white leather smock. Flicking it like a whip, he threw it in the direction of the incoming Akki. Not wasting any time, he shunpoed forward, his blade spinning in an arc towards the akki's shoulder. Using the momentum from the strike, he spun backwards, blurring, his blade cresting down towards the Akki's legs. He then spun his legs around in a sweep, his legs aiming to kick the Akki's legs out from under him. Knowing this would most likely be a wasted investment, he spun on his hand, actually flipping back over the Envainer. Suddenly, he seemed to stop in midair, his feet vertically supported by spiritual particles. This he flipped off of, landing silently on the ground. He turned the force of the land into a spin, his 6 foot sword-span spinning completely, added to the extra three and a half feet of his arms.

This dizzying display of acrobatic skill and martial prowess came to a quick close. Without so much as being out of breath, he held the Zweihander over his shoulder. Her grinned grimly, amused at something. This was all a test?! Kreiger laughed. Soh, Akki! What is yeh name!? He then glanced over at Zeruel, disgust on his face.

Remaining Reaitsu: 630/880 (forgot to deduct 200 last turn)
Shikai: 2/10

[Zeruel Moreno de Las Noches IX]

Zeruel’s words were simply ignored by the powerful akki as he approached the captain with ill intent. The arrancar knew what Envainar were capable of, and if Velnias was no exception, then Kreiger was in for a world of hurt. The Exequias clenched his teeth as he braced for the massacre that was about to take place right in front of him. Strangely though, a twisted smile remained etched across the arrancar’s mouth as he wore the expression like a mask. Zeruel hardly ever showed what he truly felt outwardly. Instead he masked all of his emotions with his false personality and identity. If he couldn’t change what he felt, then at least he could change what others thought he felt. There was no point in causing others to be concerned with his troubles. “Well... I can’t say I didn’t try...” he thought to himself as he put his hands in his pockets. The Exequias Second didn’t plan on getting involved in the fight. He was unneeded as long as Velnias was here and didn’t plan on being labeled as a traitor. Like he’d done for millenniums before, Zeruel would take a back seat and simply watch things unfold.

In an instant the captain attacked with a chain of many different attacks. Zeruel was confident that Velnias would be able to deal with such a simple onslaught and simply widened his devilish grin as Kreiger glanced at him with disgust on his face. Soul Society had been making trouble for his hollow brethren for longer then he could remember. They were a necessary evil and the arrancar knew it, for without them the hollow would overrun the world and soon there would be no humans for them to eat. Simply letting hollows run about unchecked would lead to their own downfall, and the Exequias was wise enough to know that. However, it was impossible to remove all his presuppositions regarding shinigami. They were the natural enemies of hollow-kind and Zeruel couldn’t help but feel some satisfaction in seeing Kreiger rush into a battle he had no hope of winning. Surely the death of one shinigami wouldn’t upset the natural balance of things, and Zeruel held natural contempt for his race, even though he knew their purpose was important. He couldn’t help hating soul reapers a little bit. He was an arrancar after all.

[Zou ۞]

Velnias didn't move at all. He didn't budge a single inch of his place, instead extending his legs out into a horse stance, planting his legs shoulder width apart, and centering himself. His physical strength was enormous. Kreiger was cocky, testing with such flashy moves, wasting so much energy. He was slower than Velnias to begin with. And this would prove to be his downfall. Completely ignoring the attacks, Velnias simply waited until the best possible second. At that time, he found it. It was when Kreiger was trying to sweep him in addition to all of the other attacks. All of them hit, no question about it. But, Velnias ignored them, instead reaching out to grab Kreiger just as his leg was moving outwards. In the middle of an attack, probably even caught off guard by the Akki ignoring so many strikes and not dodging, he'd almost certainly be caught. Any bladed attacks that hit Velnias would bounce off of his armor. Armor was armor. It was metal, and it was like any other armoring material.

However, it would be noticeable that since his reiatsu strength was low, his armor could be damaged easily. But if any attacks pierced his armor rather than bounce off, they'd find something strange. He did not bleed. In fact, nothing but blackness was visible inside any punctured part of the armor. The reason was quite simple, really. Bladed attacks most certainly would not work against Velnias. He was a skeletal man. Already "dead," as in dead beyond the same level of death as the Shinigami or Arrancar, Velnias lacked organs in general. He had no organs. He was only bones. His bones were ridiculously durable, and no blade was able to properly mark them. But more importantly, since he had no organs, it was impossible to damage him in that way with a blade. Plus, the armor was there anyway. Even despite this, his physical strength was enormous. It was nothing Kreiger could match.

He had Kreiger in a bear hug based on the interception of the attacks. And he was squeezing with insane power. With a physical strength perhaps 24 or more times that of any human, he had the ability to crush Kreiger's bones to dust in that move. Just by gripping him tightly against the chest, he could kill Kreiger. He didn't speak at all. He didn't say anything at all. He made no sounds. He simply crushed away at Kreiger. Velnias had no words. Kreiger would find himself in hands stronger than any other hands he'd ever encountered. He'd find himself facing the Akki who was the most monstrous out of all those that left Hell. This was a true monster. But, more than that, this was a beast that could not be killed by things that Kreiger did. As Kreiger probably wouldn't be able to find out, but may be able to later, Velnias had more in store than just strength.