Post by Hokori Kuchiki on Jan 30, 2013 19:50:08 GMT -5
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Hokori struggled to his knees, it took every once of effort from that point to stand back up. He wasn't used to that kind of mental assault, and getting hit with something like it again was not going to help him at all. He lifted his blade, holding it shaking in fear at the greatest adversary one had ever faced. Was the Black Guardian what daunted his mind? No, it was Him... The King of Hell. He laughed and spoke again. But Hokori was already preparing himself for it. Instead he got a shock as he finished, a searing pain burned through his left forearm. With an photographic memory, he used the pain as a pen and in his mind without looking down he knew that "Destory?" had been carved into his flesh. He let his left hand fall to his side and felt the blood start to drip down into his palm and his fingers.
He listened again to the words of the unholy angel. He was buffeted by the dread, but as he was he flexed out with his own Reiastu, he would not be brought to his knees again. He listened to him, the echo of the worst kind of monster. He was not here for greed, for wrath, for vengeance. No, he was here to set the world on fire and watch everyone burn. He would make it last as long as possible, to make everyone anyone ever loved scream while they rolled around in flames. In hatred and despair, the world would agonize as never before. That was the shadow of images that played out in Hokori's mind as he listened. His head snapped up as the armor began to move. He kept his eyes on the Guardian, it was not bulky like the white guardians or even the old black guardians.
This was also the guardian that possessed the soul of Zouma Santeku. It could use all of his powers, and possibly possessed his physical and reiastu limitations. This was bad, for all of them. Everything could go wrong in the next few moments. It talked again as it crossed the room, it was moving lesiurely as if it had all the time in the world. But Hokori was more interested in what he had to say. Hell.... helped the Soul Society? what did he mean by that? Why would he have done that? What purpose did it serve to save your enemies back then? He was confused and intrigued and for a moment it seemed that he would dread never finding that answer. Then Lucifer answered the question. It was all about retaining the status quo. He was just trying to raise hell, since Hokori thought with a smile, he couldn't move heaven."Acheronta movebo"
The armor resonated as Lucifer laughed, then he burst into action. Hokori wasn't psychic, but he did know basic tactics. The guardian seemed slower than he would have guessed but it was equal to his own speed. As he was closer to Hibiki, it was easy for him to spring into his defensive pose. All of the years working with swords were paying off. He could see it, he could see the build up of force that the guardian put into his blade and the force that the blade contained. He brought his blade up in front of himself and hibiki, in the weakest point of the blade's attack and applied some of his Kuchiki training.
The blades collided and immediately froze, what was more was there was a sudden hissing in the arm that swung the sword. Hokori had used the Guarding aspect of the Kuchiki Rosenblade. Applying the right amount of force against an attack stopped the physical attack and sent all of the force right back into the attackers arm. Hokori pushed off in that moment of damage and brought his left hand down. Blood arced off his hand in a blade that arced forward to hit the black guardian across the chest. Would it damaged the enemy, probably not. But it would be something for it to contend with for a moment. He was now using the blood aspect of the Rosenblade. Hokori wasn't messing around, he was trying to create his opening and he felt as if he found what he was looking for.
"Kyomei! NOW!" Hokori shouted. He began to channel his reiastu and prepared a Kuchiki speed hana for the moment that Kyomei used the technique that Hokori knew he had waiting. How could he know? Because Kyomei although adopted was a Kuchiki. Kuchiki always had a back up plan and worked to compliment each others fighting styles. Hokori knew what Kyomei could do to an extent and Kyomei was bound to learn what he could about Hokori after their spar. with this is mind, it should have been easy for him to compliment what ever Kyomei did. This was it, this was the time to act. They may have been weaker singularly, but together they had a chance to make an opening if they worked off of each others attacks. Hokori started the chain. Now if Kyomei kept it up, this could be what they needed.
Remaining Reiastu: 1450/2500
Hokori struggled to his knees, it took every once of effort from that point to stand back up. He wasn't used to that kind of mental assault, and getting hit with something like it again was not going to help him at all. He lifted his blade, holding it shaking in fear at the greatest adversary one had ever faced. Was the Black Guardian what daunted his mind? No, it was Him... The King of Hell. He laughed and spoke again. But Hokori was already preparing himself for it. Instead he got a shock as he finished, a searing pain burned through his left forearm. With an photographic memory, he used the pain as a pen and in his mind without looking down he knew that "Destory?" had been carved into his flesh. He let his left hand fall to his side and felt the blood start to drip down into his palm and his fingers.
He listened again to the words of the unholy angel. He was buffeted by the dread, but as he was he flexed out with his own Reiastu, he would not be brought to his knees again. He listened to him, the echo of the worst kind of monster. He was not here for greed, for wrath, for vengeance. No, he was here to set the world on fire and watch everyone burn. He would make it last as long as possible, to make everyone anyone ever loved scream while they rolled around in flames. In hatred and despair, the world would agonize as never before. That was the shadow of images that played out in Hokori's mind as he listened. His head snapped up as the armor began to move. He kept his eyes on the Guardian, it was not bulky like the white guardians or even the old black guardians.
This was also the guardian that possessed the soul of Zouma Santeku. It could use all of his powers, and possibly possessed his physical and reiastu limitations. This was bad, for all of them. Everything could go wrong in the next few moments. It talked again as it crossed the room, it was moving lesiurely as if it had all the time in the world. But Hokori was more interested in what he had to say. Hell.... helped the Soul Society? what did he mean by that? Why would he have done that? What purpose did it serve to save your enemies back then? He was confused and intrigued and for a moment it seemed that he would dread never finding that answer. Then Lucifer answered the question. It was all about retaining the status quo. He was just trying to raise hell, since Hokori thought with a smile, he couldn't move heaven."Acheronta movebo"
The armor resonated as Lucifer laughed, then he burst into action. Hokori wasn't psychic, but he did know basic tactics. The guardian seemed slower than he would have guessed but it was equal to his own speed. As he was closer to Hibiki, it was easy for him to spring into his defensive pose. All of the years working with swords were paying off. He could see it, he could see the build up of force that the guardian put into his blade and the force that the blade contained. He brought his blade up in front of himself and hibiki, in the weakest point of the blade's attack and applied some of his Kuchiki training.
The blades collided and immediately froze, what was more was there was a sudden hissing in the arm that swung the sword. Hokori had used the Guarding aspect of the Kuchiki Rosenblade. Applying the right amount of force against an attack stopped the physical attack and sent all of the force right back into the attackers arm. Hokori pushed off in that moment of damage and brought his left hand down. Blood arced off his hand in a blade that arced forward to hit the black guardian across the chest. Would it damaged the enemy, probably not. But it would be something for it to contend with for a moment. He was now using the blood aspect of the Rosenblade. Hokori wasn't messing around, he was trying to create his opening and he felt as if he found what he was looking for.
"Kyomei! NOW!" Hokori shouted. He began to channel his reiastu and prepared a Kuchiki speed hana for the moment that Kyomei used the technique that Hokori knew he had waiting. How could he know? Because Kyomei although adopted was a Kuchiki. Kuchiki always had a back up plan and worked to compliment each others fighting styles. Hokori knew what Kyomei could do to an extent and Kyomei was bound to learn what he could about Hokori after their spar. with this is mind, it should have been easy for him to compliment what ever Kyomei did. This was it, this was the time to act. They may have been weaker singularly, but together they had a chance to make an opening if they worked off of each others attacks. Hokori started the chain. Now if Kyomei kept it up, this could be what they needed.
Remaining Reiastu: 1450/2500