Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2015 2:04:54 GMT -5
Annoying.... all of them are so damn annoying. Yveltal bit his lip as he walked the streets of the Rukongai. Every person that looked at him pissed him off more and more. Their eyes looked like they wanted something from him, like they expected him to do something for them. His blood was starting to boil, his entire body started to tense up he wanted to punch something, someone anyone that got in his way. Right now he was ready to blow and all he needed was for someone to give him an excuse to do so and that's what happened when a group of random Rukongai thugs bumped into him.
“Hey watch where you're going pun...” Yveltal didn't even give him a chance to finish his words before his fist was through the man's head. He smiled as he saw the blood go everywhere. There was such a great sense of satisfaction when he saw the man die before his hands. He had found his way to get rid of all of his rage. This group of ruffians wouldn't live another day, but he didn't care, they were just unlucky enough to come across his path and now he was going to make sure that they were going to suffer as much as he could make them before they died.
The first one died too quickly so he took his time as he ripped the arm off of one of them laughing as he heard the screams of the man getting his arm ripped off. With the arm in his hands he turned to another of the group and started to swing it at him, using it as a blunt weapon. Slowly he beat the man to death with the arm of his friend blood spilling everywhere. This was great, he was having an amazing time killing these random ruffians. The one that had his arm ripped off tried to run away bleeding all over, but Yvetal slowly turned his head to face the man and let out a horrible yell.
The scream wasn't a normal one, no it was his own power. The scream hit the back of the man and caused him to fall over, along side destroying part of the path under him and all around him. Slowly he stepped towards the man his screaming never stopping keeping him pinned under the strength of it. As he got to the man he stepped on his back, slowly he made sure to dig the heel of his boot into the man's back. Now using his own weight instead of his screams he slammed one foot right into his lower back snapping the man's spine in two.
This was so much fun, yet it was almost over, there was only one left alive and he had already taken off running as soon as Yveltal started to slaughter his friends. Finishing off the last one quickly wouldn't be fun so he started to chase the man always keeping just a bit behind the man so that the chase would last as long as possible. The man continued running out of the streets of the Rukongai and into the wilds. Yveltal couldn't help but admit that the chase was fun, but now that he had chased the man out into the wilds of the soul society it had lost it's pleasure. Grabbing the man from behind he snapped his neck and tossed him aside.
His rage for now had settled down to tolerable levels and he was now out in the vast open wilds. It wasn't often that he got a chance to look around the wilds, he had heard stories of beast like men living out here and hunting so he was curious to see what would be lurking around this place. So he set off away from the dead body, while he himself was still covered in a bit of blood. He didn't care that his uniform was coated in blood, in fact when he got back to society most would avoid him because of it so he was happy.
(Training for CTP)
“Hey watch where you're going pun...” Yveltal didn't even give him a chance to finish his words before his fist was through the man's head. He smiled as he saw the blood go everywhere. There was such a great sense of satisfaction when he saw the man die before his hands. He had found his way to get rid of all of his rage. This group of ruffians wouldn't live another day, but he didn't care, they were just unlucky enough to come across his path and now he was going to make sure that they were going to suffer as much as he could make them before they died.
The first one died too quickly so he took his time as he ripped the arm off of one of them laughing as he heard the screams of the man getting his arm ripped off. With the arm in his hands he turned to another of the group and started to swing it at him, using it as a blunt weapon. Slowly he beat the man to death with the arm of his friend blood spilling everywhere. This was great, he was having an amazing time killing these random ruffians. The one that had his arm ripped off tried to run away bleeding all over, but Yvetal slowly turned his head to face the man and let out a horrible yell.
The scream wasn't a normal one, no it was his own power. The scream hit the back of the man and caused him to fall over, along side destroying part of the path under him and all around him. Slowly he stepped towards the man his screaming never stopping keeping him pinned under the strength of it. As he got to the man he stepped on his back, slowly he made sure to dig the heel of his boot into the man's back. Now using his own weight instead of his screams he slammed one foot right into his lower back snapping the man's spine in two.
This was so much fun, yet it was almost over, there was only one left alive and he had already taken off running as soon as Yveltal started to slaughter his friends. Finishing off the last one quickly wouldn't be fun so he started to chase the man always keeping just a bit behind the man so that the chase would last as long as possible. The man continued running out of the streets of the Rukongai and into the wilds. Yveltal couldn't help but admit that the chase was fun, but now that he had chased the man out into the wilds of the soul society it had lost it's pleasure. Grabbing the man from behind he snapped his neck and tossed him aside.
His rage for now had settled down to tolerable levels and he was now out in the vast open wilds. It wasn't often that he got a chance to look around the wilds, he had heard stories of beast like men living out here and hunting so he was curious to see what would be lurking around this place. So he set off away from the dead body, while he himself was still covered in a bit of blood. He didn't care that his uniform was coated in blood, in fact when he got back to society most would avoid him because of it so he was happy.
(Training for CTP)