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Post by Masayoshi Kasigawa on Feb 5, 2014 15:03:28 GMT -5
Thread Title: A Difference In Views [Rated R, NDE] Participants: Masayoshi Kasigawa, and John Ryan (inc NPCs) World: World of the Living Death Setting: Non Death Enabled Rating: Rated R Location: General Karakura Town Special Conditions: John Ryan has control of 2 NPC Vandereich Level 6)
Circumstances: A shinigami, Masayoshi Kasigawa has visited the World of the Living in an attempt to clear his head after his defeat to Llusia. He has been found by several Vandereich... Masayoshi has first post.
The midday sun was warm on Masayoshi's skin as his Shihakusho blew gently in the warm wind, his black hair was in its usual mess as he allowed it to have its free reign in the free air. Few clouds were in the sky and the crickets chirped happily to themselves as he looked out over the river as the sun bounced off it giving it a wonderful glow which seemed very inviting. Masayoshi sat on the roof of a house that was looking out over the river and colossal bridge that had cars humming across it like little ants. He sat with a small smile on his face as he toyed with the hilt of his Zanpakuto. "Hey big brother, this sure seems like a nice place to be! What's this place called anyway? I wanna come here more often, uhuh!" Kikenkaze, his Zanpakuto spirit was cuddled next to him in her gentle child like fox girl form. Her ears twitched at the noises as her tail gently brushed back and too as she rested her head on Masayoshi's lap. "This is Karakura Town, you've been here before, just not this stop exactly.." Masayoshi brushed her head as she yawned.
"This sure is a beautiful place to be, it's a shame that I had to come here of all places to clear my head... Dammit I should not have lost to her, she had nothing until her Ressureccion!" He clenched his fist gently as he looked out over the water, his thoughts were of course on his loss to Llusia Demonech, a Fraccion. Kikenkaze twitched her ears but didn't open her eyes; "Big brother don't make me get big sister out here, you know how she'll be if she's awoken!" She was of course referring to the blood lusting, slightly crazy and extremely perverse other self that came forth in battle and in times of frustration. She also had a fabulous knack for making Masayoshi's life hell if it brought her some small amusement. His eye twitched as his face dropped, "You know damn well I came here to relax and you want to let her out? Knowing her she'd just wanna get naked and sunbathe and I'm sure no Soul Reaper is meant to see that side of their Zanpakuto Kikenkaze..." He frowned as he saw the smile and small laugh leave his Zanpakuto's lips like a flower leaving a tree it was beautiful and the perfect soundtrack to this relaxing day.
Strength - 250 - 63 @ 25% stat decrease fighter v2 total 187 Points
Speed - 250+ 88 @ 35% Fighter v2 stat increase total 338 points
Post by Hadrian J. Ryan Ⅻ on Feb 5, 2014 17:19:58 GMT -5
It's hard to spot a shadow in a dark alley. Unless a special kind of someone was looking for it, no one would notice a sudden darkness sweep across the alleyway, revealing three hooded figures, dressed all in white. The middle one pulled down his hood, revealing a mop of messy brown hair to the world. John shook his hair, hoping it would settle. It always stood up all over the place when he wore his hood. He checked his watch. "Well, it's about 1 PM here now, so what do ye want to do? We can lie low for a while until the city calms down, and then we can go Hollow hunting-
"No John, we're here on a mission. Your desire to hurt as few people as possible while doing so, while admirable, is contrary to our directive-
"What he means to say, John, is that you're compassion is worth as much to the Vandenreich as a drop of water in a tsunami."
John's two companions lowered their hoods. Both were slightly shorter than John. The first was a dark-haired man, whose long hair was tied back into a ponytail. He was Samson. The second was a fair-haired woman, whose hair was cut into a short bob. This was Arietta. They and John had been assigned as a small task force to eliminate some Hollows in the famous city of Karakura town. They were all reasonably good friends, none of them conformed exactly to the slavish religious devotee stereotype which was so often associated with Vandenreich soldiers.
"Well, thank you all very much for your opinion, but I would like to remind you that I am in charge, and while I am, there will be no fighting Hollows at least until the sun goes down, and the city goes to sleep. Live a little, Samson! We've got plenty of time, and there are no reports of disturbances yet."
Samson agreed with John grudgingly, and followed him and Arietta out of the alley, on to the street.
"Don't you think someone might wonder why we're dressed like this? I mean, we are dressed pretty unusually...
"Oh, they'll just think we're cosplaying, or something. Apparently that's pretty popular in Japan."
John replied quickly, because something had caught his attention. Up on the roof of one of the houses overlooking the river sat a Shinigami. He hadn't noticed them yet, and John wasn't to keen to engage him immediately. While he bore the Shinigami no ill will, he hadn't been in the Vandenreich long enough to build up hatred towards them, but with Samson and Arietta it was a different story. They had both had family members killed by Shinigami over the years. John couldn't guarantee the safety of people if they realised their sworn enemy was sitting on the roof next to them. He just hoped the Shinigami wouldn't do anything stupid...
Masayoshi observed the world from his high point as he watched the dancing lake and the wisping of far away clouds, his head was completely adrift with the beauty of the world in front of him. Kikenkaze appeared to be asleep on his lap and he closed his eyes for a moment as a single bead of sweat ran down his branded cheek and down his neck, the wind gently blowing around him as it caught his hair he shuffled his weight and laid back on the now hot roof and cleared his mind when he suddenly sensed something nearby... No, not a something more a someone, three of them. He looked over to his left and saw a young man being tailed by two others, all three were wearing cloaks and he knew the spiritual pressure but what was it... It wasn't Human or Shinigami or Hollow?
Masayoshi focused and looked into the face of the young man, he looked no more than about sixteen but he had noticed the half mask covering the he upper half of his face and his blue eyes; "The kids not a hollow but he that must mean he's a... Quincy!" Masayoshi's blood began to boil at the very name, He remembered the destruction that had reeked upon the 13 Court Guard Squads and the wounded they left behind. He heard a guttural growl come from his lap as Kikenkaze evaporated and turned into her adult form, her blood red hair and eyes lit up as she glared and grinned at the small group of Quincies beneath them. Masayoshi held his Zanpakuto and he leapt from the building and landed some 30 feet in front of them.
"So tell me... What's some nice Vandereich like yourselves doing in a place like this huh?" Masayoshi's eyes had narrowed and his canines were more pronounced as he glared at them with a smirk, Kikenkaze had completely placed herself within the blade now and sat grinding her teeth to get into a fight;"Masayoshi you run this bastards into the ground do you heard me! Let them know that they brought this upon themselves when they attacked the Soul Society!" Masayoshi glared as he rested his hand on his Zanpakuto and withheld his spiritual pressure until he felt it would be appropriate, "Don't wanna go giving away it all too soon now do we" he had a menacing grin peak at the corner of his lip.
Post by Hadrian J. Ryan Ⅻ on Feb 6, 2014 15:27:36 GMT -5
Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT!! What the hell does he think he's doing?! He's going to get innocent people killed! The Shinigami was glaring at them with a smirk, he looked like the type to fight first and ask questions later. John always hated people like this, they always wasted so much energy. He was saying something too, no doubt a provocation. But John wasn't listening, he was far too preoccupied to pay attention to the ramblings of that bunch of muscle. They needed to get away as quickly as possible, they couldn't fight here. Also, he needed to keep Arietta and Samson calm-
"Who the hell do you think you are, you Shinigam piece of trashi? All high and mighty, on your moral high ground? Yeah, we trashed your place a bit, but you had it coming! You killed my grandparents in cold blood!! If it wasn't for the Emperor-"
"Please, Arietta, not now. People will get hurt-"
"To hell with that John, you know the orders regarding Shinigami-"
"I know all too well Samson, but we've got to think of the residents!"
John turned to the Shinigami. "I propose we settle our differences elsewhere, neither you nor me want to see innocent blood spilt if we fight. In fact, how about not fighting at all? We both want to do the same thing, kill Hollows, why the animosity?" He didn't think it was going to work, but it was worth a try. The Shinigami was far more powerful than any of the three of them, but John was hoping to appeal to his more sensitive side. Shinigami were generally pretty principled. John didn't want to cause any more damage than was necessary.
However, Arietta and Samson were not of the same opinion. They were holding themselves back, just about, and only because John had not led the attack, and because he had ordered them not to. Unfortunately, he doubted that their patience would last long. That Shinigami had better make up his mind quickly, or there would be hell to pay. And my day had been going so well, too...
"You destroyed our home... We settled our differences and stayed out of each others way for so long and then you appear from nowhere to wage a battle at our home, attack my friends, harm innocents and then you want to blame me for that?! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" Masayoshi heard trio bicker about their policies on Shinigami and Quincies meeting and Masayoshi could not care less. He had found an enemy that to him was nothing more than a self righteous stain and now... They would pay, He shouted at the top of his lungs, "You think I will fight here? Get into the sky you self righteous bastards. NOW!" Masayoshi had let out a snarl as he bared his teeth as he clenched his fists and bared his teeth before grabbing the hilt of his Zanapakuto.
"I Don't give a flying fuck about your damn rules on Shinigami, you should be more worried about who is front of you. My name is Masayoshi Kasigawa, 3rd Seat and officer of Squad 11... Now run little rabbits. Run..." It was clear he had heard the masked boys proposal and pointed to the sky above them to signal their battle ground. If they chose to run to a new location then he would follow. "I will not rest until i've tasted their blood, just rip into them Masa and show them no mercy!" Kikenkaze was in a complete blood lust and craved to slice them into pieces. Masayoshi drew his Zanpakuto slowly as he allowed the noise of her come free of her scabbard it sounded almost like a growl as Masayoshi's face became that of anger and pain.
Post by Hadrian J. Ryan Ⅻ on Feb 7, 2014 14:59:47 GMT -5
"Settled our differences?! Stayed out of each other's way?! HAH! Don't make laugh, Shinigami... You annihilated us, left us for dead, and didn't expect a retaliation from the survivors?! Don't tell me you're that naïve... DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU DID TO US??!!"
Arietta was quite mad, screaming at the top of her voice. John had been informed that her family had been decimated by Shinigami in the war, she had been raised without any sort of family because of it. Several generations, given over in service to the Emperor. And look where it was getting them...
"Arietta, please, listen to me. Focus. Don't let your hate destroy us all.
John turned to the Shinigami. He gave him a curt nod, and used Hirenyaku to gain some height. He had never really used air ground in the World of the Living before, the only time he had flown here was with the use of his Vollstandig... No... Not here... Not today... John was resolutely against using the Final Holy Form here. It would make this fight as simple as Pi, but the chances of attracting high level Hollows didn't make it worth it. He looked down. Arietta and Samson had run into the building beside them, probably going to use stairs or something to gain higher ground. Hopefully the Shinigami wouldn't pursue them.
John looked down at the Shinigami, waiting for him to come up to join him. Well, there was no harm in being prepared, so John formed his bow, his standard one. He decided it would be prudent to keep his new short-bow up his sleeve for a while, the double-speed arrows could come in quite handy. The thought made John reminisce about simpler times. Before, he could only dream of using a technique like Hirenyaku, and yet here he was, already proficient in the technique. Exploding arrows, the short bow, all of these he had developed thanks to his time in the Vandenreich. He certainly owed the Empire of Quincy a lot, and he was determined to repay them.
Masayoshi looked as the young leader levitated himself to higher ground as his two counterparts climbed and scrambled to get to highrer ground, Masayoshi looked at them in distain, as he was not able to contemplate how such individuals had caused so much destruction on the Soul Society and gotten away so easily, his eyes sharpened and he bared his teeth in pure fury; "Pathetic... Don't even bother getting up her to fight i'll end you before you even get a chance!" Masayoshi screamed at the top of his lungs as he shuno'd to the back of the female and aimed a sweeping kick to the side of her head which would send her flying into the opposing building as he let out a growl.
Masayoshi looked up into the sky and at the young Quincy who was clearly the leader of this small troupe, he wanted to look into his eyes as he performed his next move; "Now witness the pain of losing comrades!" His shin connected with Arietta's head as he heard a crunch from the connection of bodies as she spiraled into the opposing building before smirking at the boy, "feel the pain I felt young Quincy." As the dust cloud rose from the ground Masayoshi used Shunpo to appear before the young bow and his bow; "Tell me... Have you ever faced a Shinigami before?" He had not used his unsheathed Zanpakuto yet as he felt her crying to be unleashed. "I give you the power of a 3rd seat in full force... Whisper, Kikenkaze!" He held his blade horizontal the the ground as it disintegrated into white light and materialized as two bladed tonfas in each hand surrounded by torrents of wind, the blades gleamed in the midday sun and Masayoshi himself had changed, his eyes were more narrow and his canines more pronounced. To finalize his release, Masa released all of his spiritual pressure, in an attempt to scare the boy but to also allow him to access his next move.
Post by Hadrian J. Ryan Ⅻ on Feb 8, 2014 5:27:50 GMT -5
((OOC: Don't forget to deduct Reiatsu for Shunpo, and for releasing your Shikai))
John turned in horror as the Shinigami, instead of pursuing him, went towards his weaker comrades. He used Shunpo to get behind Arietta, and aimed a kick at her head. There was no chance she would see it coming, she had never been the most instinctive of people. The Shinigami looked at John as he executed the brutal attack, and the treacherous Shinigami smiled as he crushed her skull, and sent her flying into the opposite building.
"ARIETTA!!!"
This wasn't fair, he didn't want to this to happen. The Shinigami was in front of, him saying something, but the words didn't register in John's mind. Arietta hadn't fought in the Soul Society, like him she had been too young to have been any practical benefit to the invasion force. And yet, this Shinigami was willing to kill for her revenge? How did that make him any better than the Vandenreich? It was a pity this was an internal battle, John would have loved to vocalise his thoughts, to make the Shinigami see how poorly he was representing his race.
Arietta...[/color] John's tears were flowing now, she had been such a character. Always such a vocal character, always the first to make herself heard. All four of her grandparents had been killed by the Shinigami in the original war, and then her parents had committed suicide out of grief. She had been left alone in the world thanks to the Shinigami, and had always hated them. John didn't condone the hatred, but he did understand it. He supposed he would have felt much the same, had he been in her position. And now he was. He could nearly say he hated the Shinigami in front of him. The man who refused to listen, who was willing to beat up kids who had barely started fighting in this bitter war.
John cast his mind back to the first Shinigami he had met, the Squad 4 medic, back in Ireland. She had been a shining example of mercy and compassion, and now she was the only reason John couldn't bring himself to hate the Shinigami as a whole. If they were like the one in front of him... I'd run into the Soul Society and tear it to pieces myself...[/color]
However, it was the surge in pressure which forced him to snap out of his thoughts. The Shinigami had had the nerve to release. "Whisper, Kikenkaze" So, a wind based release? Interesting, John had always been told Squad 11 Shinigami used proper physical releases. Hopefully, some of his attacks would be reiatsu based, it was always such a pain when he couldn't find a source for his own attacks... Wait? I'm actually going to do it...?
Of course. There's no other way
What John hadn't expected was the crushing spiritual pressure afterwards. It forced down onto one knee, and was causing him to breathe heavily. He didn't see any way out, except the way he had sworn not to use. But the playing field had changed now. Things were different now, he hated the man in front of him. He resisted the Spiritual Pressure. He wouldn't need to for much longer.
"I would like to remind you... I didn't want to do this."
He let his bow disappear.
"Quincy... Vollstandig"
John was immediately engulfed in a column of white light, which stretched far up into the heavens, where it formed a cross. He felt his wings, his armour, and his full face mask form from the reiatsu surrounding him. Every single ounce of this power was going to be necessary to pummel this Shinigami into a pulp. He didn't deserve John's mercy. He didn't afford Arietta any. John hoped Samson would look after her body, while he avenged her.
The column shattered, and John emerged, in the Final Holy Form. The Shinigami's Spiritual Pressure was less than his, his exertions had no effect.
"I could have afforded you mercy, we could have left in peace, and no one would had to have died. I don't hate you because you're a Shinigami, I hate you because you killed my friend. I won't let that pass. I won't let you destroy the few things I love!"
John swept his wings back, and shot himself at the Shinigami. His own speed was a force to be reckoned with now, combined with his razor sharp wings of reishi, and his double blades. As he passed by the Shinigami, on his left hand side, he raised his right sword. If the Shinigami avoided the sword, he would also have John's outstretched wing to contend with. Whether John had hit him or not, he continued on anyway, until he was a good bit behind the Shinigami on the other side. He pulled out his left wing, which pulled him around in a tight circle, until he was facing the Shinigami's back.
Post by Masayoshi Kasigawa on Feb 8, 2014 12:43:30 GMT -5
Masayoshi saw the tears in the boys eyes and began to regain his senses, his overwhelming powers of pain and hatred had made him lose control and he had tore that poor young girl apart like an animal. No mercy. No forgiveness... "What am I doing? I need to end this now." He looked down into the burning rubble, and hoped that the girl may still be alive, Quincy or not she was still young and to use his force as he did was not like him; "Dammit what am I becoming!?" He clenched hard on his blades as the boy called out in pain, "Quincy... Vollstandig".
Masayoshi lost himself in his mind for a moment almost as if he were looking in a mirror of himself, he saw what the boy must see and it brought a sensation he had not felt in a long time, Kikenkaze stood behind his with her arms hanging around his shoulders, "What's wrong Masa? You were lusting to kill the boy and now you seem to be pulling back? What is going on with you? Do I have to remind you of what happened the last time you let someone off easy?" Kikenkaze brought forth the image from her perseption of his battle with Llusia... His Lucy. His eyes had lost their light, his body hung loose from the wall, held only by his blade as his blood soaked the floor. Masayoshi saw from Kikenkaze the look on Llusia's face as she left... She had felt nothing as she left him for dead and his emotions were but chew toys to her Rottweiler mentality.
The light was blinding and Masayoshi snapped back and knew he had few options as the cross lit across the sky and extinguished to show the boy, clad in armour, a full mask covering his face and bright wings; "You look so much like a damn Arrancar it makes me sick... You look... JUST LIKE HER!" These last words ripped out of his throat as his eyes narrowed in fury, his body was coiled like a spring, all his muscles were tightened and prepared for anything. To Masayoshi a Quincy boy he would consider not killing purely for the concept of him being a child, but someone who resembled her... The girl who stole his heart then ran him through with his own Zanpakuto, no one would survive his anger being unleashed like a wild animal. The Quincy boy propelled forward hand and blade outreached as his wings appeared to tuck like an Eagle diving for prey; "He's gotten faster." Masayoshi waiting for the boy to come in close before using Shunpo to appear just above the boy, "His anger has gotten the better of him."
Masayoshi aimed his fist and Tonfa directly for the small of the boys back as the wind of Kikenkaze throttled his fist forward as his other hand protected him from the twists or flapping of the Volstandig wings, if his punch made contact it would send the boy directly into the ground and into the pitch black sewer that sat beneath the road. If his fist made the contact it needed the force would push the boy down followed by a continuation of punches to drive the boy into the ground and into the black abyss.
Post by Hadrian J. Ryan Ⅻ on Feb 8, 2014 13:34:22 GMT -5
Well, he had barely started using his Vollstandig, and already things were going a bit haywire. His opponent appeared to have a change of heart, before changing back again. What a pity... He might have been worth letting go after all... John shook his head suddenly, trying to clear his thoughts. For some reason, the surge of power during Vollstandig made him feel like a god. He became more detached from his emotions in this form, power quelled all his insecurities. He needed to focus. He had one objective, kill this Shinigami. Nothing else mattered at the moment. This man had killed Arietta without a second thought, and now he was going to kill him.
However, John had overestimated himself. As he charged forward, the Shinigami used Shunpo to get out of the way. John's limited field of vision couldn't tell him where he had gone, but his newfound powers of energy sensory made it easy to detect that the blundering Shinigami had moved above him. Both were moving quickly now, the Shinigami bearing down on him with his fists, while John's momentum was still carrying him across. However, there was still going to be a collision, John didn't doubt it. It was just a case of turning it in his-
A bolt of blue whizzed past him. An arrow! He heard the explosion above him, right in the path of the Shinigami. He was shielded from the blast by his wings, while the Shinigami wouldn't be so lucky, unless he aborted his attack. John took a brief glance down at where the arrow had come from. Samson stood there, bow in hand, a look of fierce determination on his face. Beside him lay...
Oh god... Please. Not her. Not like that...
John couldn't see much, just a bloodstained white coat, and a massive bloodstain on the ground. The quick glance confirmed his suspicions. No one could survive and look like that. He hoped the Shinigami regretted it. In fact, he hoped that the Shinigami would never sleep again. The blood spilled down there, slowly covering more and more ground, was on his hands. He deserved a fate no better than what he had done to Arietta. And John was determined to give it to him now.
"I've got your back, John! Destroy him! Don't worry, I'll keep her safe!"
Thank you Samson... Thank you...
Samson's Reiastu: 360/400 : -20 for class 6 arrow, -20 for class 6 arrow explosion John's Vollstandig 2/15
Masayoshi was so convicted to his attack when he saw a flash of blue and in an instant he was faced with a Quincy arrow as it exploded near him; "Oh Shit! Plan B it is then!" Masayoshi's eyes opened wide as he saw that the arrow had also caught the attention of his adversary. He saw the state of the young girl who looked more like a broken mess than a human being but he could still sense a faint spiritual pressure. At least she wasn't dead, regardless of the facts, child or not she was still a Quincy and if she grew up should could kill many Shinigami. "I made a choice that was in the best interest of the 13 Court Guard Squads." He felt a little shiver as he looked once more before noticing the young man who had fired his bow at him, "I gotta admit, the kid has spirit, His friend here is a blubbering mess right now, if this kid hadn't fired his arrow his friend here would be in some real trouble..." He couldn't help but let a smirk run across his face. He loved the fight, the feeling of adrenaline coursing through his veins.
Masa was met with a scream from Kikenkaze, "Now is your chance Masa, use it!", He blinked his eyes a few times then focused on his next move; "Right!" Masa then clenched his teeth and then has shunpo'd underneath the Young quincy and attempted to grab his outstretched arm by the forearm and pull down with all his force as Masayoshi's face was mere centimeters from his opponents he looked into his eyes, Masa's resembling a wolves and the Quincies a hint of green; "I'm your opponent dammit! Don't lose your focus kid!" The 3rd Seat would pull down with all of his force and if this sent this winged bastard down to the ground he'd deal with his mischievous little friend next.
Post by Hadrian J. Ryan Ⅻ on Feb 8, 2014 14:51:18 GMT -5
"I'm your opponent dammit! Don't lose your focus kid!"
With his opponents face mere inches from his own, John's brain went into overdrive. A close combat fighter, had pulled out of the range of Samson's explosion pretty quickly, had no qualms about killing any of them, loved to fight. Every little bit of information John had gleaned from the man throughout this fight raced through his mind. However, this process wasn't to establish the type of counter attack he was going to execute, but rather whether he should attack or not. As much as John hated the man, could he bring himself to end his life?
Yes...
He promised not to afford him any mercy, and so that is what he did. The stupid oaf of a Shinigami tried to push him down using brute strength. However, with wings the size of John's it was no matter to adjust the angle slightly, along with slight flap, creating enough air resistance to resist the downward force the Shinigami had exerted on him. It wasn't even a matter of strength against strength. John could have been as weak as he liked, and still the Shinigami wouldn't be able to push against the air John's wings caught.
But that was only the first part. The Shinigami had made the grave error of forgetting to correctly evaluate all of his opponents weapons. He had grabbed John by the forearm, preventing him from using his right-hand sword, but that didn't matter.
John's Vollstandig equipped him with two swords.
The stab would go straight through the Shinigami's stomach. At this kind of range, John couldn't miss. And while his reiatsu strength was slightly inferior, his spiritual pressure was now higher, giving his sword enough strength to slide through easily. The Shinigami would have to react far faster than his instincts would allow. By the time he realised his throw had failed, the sword should already be sliding through his stomach. John looked him in the eye.
"I am perfectly focused. I am perfectly aware that you are my opponent... This is for Arietta."
John twisted his blade. Oh, he hated this Shinigami so much. However, chances were, he wouldn't die from this wound. Generally, Squad 4 healers would be quick enough to prevent a Shinigami from dying from a stomach wound. However, he should be in pain for several hours. It was a better fate than he deserved.
Masayoshi was convinced his plan would work but by the boy just flapping his stupid pansy wings he'd stopped the strength of his pull; "Fucking kid is like a god-damn Pigeon flapping his wings! I've had it!" Masayoshi let out a curt growl as he remembered the power of his Zanpakuto, and whilst he had hold of the boys arm Kikenkaze's torrents flowed around his arm slicing it, cutting flesh, muscle, veins, all in all making a right bloody mess. His troubles were far from over as he had so clearly forgotten he had seen it come hurtling towards his stomach and his reactions were not nearly fast enough to stop the blade completely, "Oh shit!" His eyes opened wide in fear and acknowledgment as he threw his free arm across himself only just parrying the accurate shot as it sliced his left side with a nasty gash that spat some blood as it fell to the streets far below. The wound was approximately 3 centimeters deep and and 2 inches across.
The 3rd Seats eyes widened at the new sensation of pain, his body responded as his nerves transmitted pain throughout his body and he let out a sharp grunt as he looked at the boy, "Cheap shot kid..." one eye closed as he recognized the pain but he had a trick of his own. With this Masayoshi knew he had a chance that he had to take, whilst holding the boys arm and the other being parried he aimed for his chest, focusing on vital organs and let loose; "Hisaki!" His fist became overpowered with speed and power granted by Kikenkaze as he threw a monopoly of lightning speed punches directly at the Quincies torso and chest before releasing himself to fall to a neighboring building. He landed on his feet as he was unsure of the damage he did or didn't cause, he stopped to take a few deep breaths and evaluate his stand point. He focused on his enemy on his strengths and weaknesses, "The kid doesn't have a lot on speed or strength, but his wings are his power source... The buildings." Masayoshi had a stern face, he saw the potential the boy had and recognized him as a good fighter, "You got moves kid, this cut is gonna leave a nasty scar, you've earnt my respect so far."
Post by Hadrian J. Ryan Ⅻ on Feb 8, 2014 16:09:17 GMT -5
Dammit! Stupid Shinigami won't even die honourably!!
John hated this. This fight was going on for far too long. Both of them were tired, and John certainly didn't want this to continue. However, continue it must. He returned his focus to the battle, but a sudden pain tore through his arm. The Shinigami was tearing through the armour of his Vollstandig. Thankfully, the difference on their reiatsu strength was not what it used to be, and the damage was not as severe as it should have been. He was left with a few deep gashes, and now with a few chinks in his armour, but his arm was still functioning.
That didn't dull the pain though. John had never been one to tolerate pain, and with the heightened senses of his Vollstandig, the agony tore through his nervous system like wildfire. However, he kept his focus through sheer strength of will, and through his hatred of the Shinigami before him.
"Cheap shot, kid..."
John felt the surge of reiatsu, the Shinigami was preparing for an attack. Evasive manoeuvres it was, then. With a strong forward push with his left wing, John was sent flying backwards, away from the Shinigami. Of course, that was how it worked in theory. What actually happened was the Shinigami's grip on John's arm caused John to spin out, as if they were in some bizarre dance, their arms linked in some flashy manoeuvre. Of course, this meant the punches the Shinigami released hit thin air, as opposed to John's chest.
But there was another factor involved. Now that they were more spread out, Samson decided to fire again. This time, a wide spread of 5 arrows soared towards the Shinigami and John.
What is he doing?! He'll hit me too... Unless... Oh, Samson! You are BRILLIANT!
The arrows soared towards John and the Shinigami, and would no doubt hit both, unless they did something about it. The Shinigami would have to either dodge, or take the hit, but John had something special up his sleeve. As the the three arrows heading towards John arrived, John raised the sword attached to his free arm. To the Shinigami, with his pitiful understanding of the world of reishi, the arrows would appear to lose their colour, and fade from existence. What was actually happening though, was John was using them as a source of reiatsu to feed his Vollstandig. He turned to the Shinigami and gave him a brief smile, as if to say:
You'd better think of something fast, before those arrows hit you.
John's reiatsu : 90/1050 : +30 x 3 from 3 class 5 arrows Vollstandig : 4/15 Samson's reiatsu : 210/400 : -150 for 5 class 5 arrows