Bully Battle [R, NDE]

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

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Participants: Yetsuna Yishnir, Yvetal Vaust
World: Soul Society
Death Setting: Non Death Enabled
Rating: R
Location: Outer edge of the western rukon district, a short way off of Joyuse's home.

Special Conditions: None
Circumstances: Yetsuna is visiting one of the only people she calls family when a commotion arises a short way off. The green haired Shinigami goes to investigate and finds one of own causing the noise, can she talk him down or will she have to subdue him through force?

Setting the mood for battle: 

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Yveltal silently walked down one of the many streets of the Rukongai. Fuck you, fuck off you twat, fuck off you bitch, god damn it fuck off all of you pieces of shit. He was pissed off seeing all the residents looking at him with their begging eyes, he had been sent here to deal with a gang that had been growing in the outer areas and now that he was here it seemed like everyone was treating him like a hero for it. It pissed him the hell off, he wasn't doing it to be a hero he was doing it because he had to, it was an order and a way to blow off some steam, but seriously the looks that the people were giving him were pissing him off.

Whoever decided to send him made the mistake that his violent nature meant that he liked to fight and it would be a good idea to have him clean up punks. What they didn't know is that he was just as likely to kill some random residents if they rubbed him the wrong way and it wasn't going to take long before he would snap and start killing those around him. Even if he had a shingami uniform on he never acted like one, following the rules wasn't on his to do list. Each step brought him closer to snapping as the people started to get closer and closer to him for some odd reason.

That's when one of them made the mistake of touching him. They placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled at him. In that moment he snapped, the rage that had been building while he was walking was released and the man in front of him was going to be the first of many victims of his rage. In the blink of an eye he grabbed the man's hand and pulled it off of his shoulder, crushing it and breaking the bones in the poor man's hand. He smiled hearing the sounds of bones breaking and proceeded to rip the man's arm off of his body. Blood flowed freely from the man's now ripped off arm staining the ground red. Before the man could even react Yveltal punched him right in the chest, his hand ended up wrapping around the man's heart, pulling it out he crushed it spilling more blood everywhere.

His uniform was starting to be the same color as his red hair and the tattoo's on his face. The onlookers screamed out in terror at seeing Yveltal just kill a man without any provocation. Some started to run away, others cried out for help, some were helpless to just sit there and watch the puddle of blood grow larger. Yet in this madness all he was doing was laughing, laughing at the joy of being able to vent out his rage. He had no idea that soon enough another shingami would show up and he would have a real fight on his hands. For now he was going to take his time killing all of those who didn't run away, slowly walking towards those that were too afraid to run away from him.

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Strength [100]+50x1.75= 263Points
Speed [100]+50x1.75=263Points
Spiritual Pressure [45]+50x1.5=143Points
Reiatsu Strength [5]Points
Instinct [50] Points
Senses [50] Points
Energy sensory [0] points
Healing Expertise[0] points

☠Hakuda(1)
☠Pain Tolerance (1)
☠BA(1)
☠Strength of will (1)
☠Lack of Fear (1)
☠Damage Recovery: (1)

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

Yetsuna sat inside the house of her mother/sister figure at the edges of rukongai, it had been a long while since they had seen each other so they were both doing some catching up. Yetsuna had swiped a bit of food from the mess hall of the barracks to bring with her, just because her friend Joyuse didn't have to eat didn't mean that should couldn't enjoy food. Yetsuna was sharing one of her past adventures from the world of the living and munching on a rice-ball when she heard a large group of people go by, screaming in a panic.

She was up and out of her chair in a flash, the outer edge of rukongai was notorious for hollow attacks, she was living proof of that, she needed to get to the monster before it hurt anyone. She ran out the door and drew her blade out from across her back, it wasn't hard to tell what direction the hollow was in, she just had to go the opposite direction that the people had come from. She made her way through a few turns, the trek couldn't have taken her more than 30 seconds, but when she arrived she didn't see any hollow, though there was a victim on the ground with a hole in his chest.

She looked at the scene, there was another shinigami present at the scene, one of his hands was dyed red with blood, and no traces of a hollow. Blood from the body was beginning to spread all across the street, which by this point was deserted due to fear. Yetsuna stood about 15 feet away and was on full guard, though not her her battle pose, and called out to the shinigami before her, "Care to explain what happened here?" It seemed fairly obvious what had transpired, but the events leading up to the murder weren't as evident.

Yetsuna did have a feeling that no matter what had happened the response by the guy before was a overkill of overkill. She really didn't want to be the one to have to deal with him either, sure she loved friendly brawl, but if the body on the ground was any indication the fight that might take place was going to be far from friendly. She half hoped that the sight of her sword might make him stand down considering he himself seemed unarmed, but then again the red hand told her he probably didn't need one.

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{Powers}
Strength - [50] (50) Points

Speed - [50] (50) Points

Spiritual Pressure – [50 x 1.25] (63) Points

Reiatsu Strength – [40 x 1.25] (50) Points

Light Aura - [80] Points

Dark Aura - [20] Points

Instinct - [35 x .75] (26) Points

Senses - [35 x .75] (26) Points

Energy sensory - [40 x 0.33] (13) Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points

Total: 300 points

Skills
Pain Tolerance - 1

Martial Arts: Muay Thai - 1

Strength of Will - 1

Weapons: Swords - 1

Damage Recovery - 1

Battle Analysis - 1

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Slowly he watched one drop of blood drip from his hand and fall to the puddle that was forming below his feet from the dead body. There was a small sense of satisfaction watching the pool of red grow larger and larger by the moment. He knew that soon this puddle would be met by another red puddle from another body and then a third puddle and even a fourth one shortly after. This entire area would soon be flooded by a massive red flood from the corpses of those that lived here. He could see it in his head, red everywhere and nothing else, that was till he heard a voice call out to him snapping him out from his fantasy.

He looked over and saw that there was a random female shingami there standing out from the crowed and held her sword in her hands. He couldn't tell from what squad she was from, but he knew that he hadn't seen her in his barracks before. He smiled at her, his eyes looking hungry for more bloodshed and his face sprinkled with blood. The red tattoos that he had over his eyes and down his cheeks mixed in with the blood making it seem like there were two trails of blood coming down out of his eyes and down his neck. He laughed a bit at what she said to him. It was so very obvious what had happened here, he had killed a guy in cold blood because he could.

“What's it look like sweet cheeks?” Slowly he took a step towards her turning his body to face her. He towered over her standing at seven foot two inches, he was by far one of the tallest people he knew. With a devilish grin across his face he took another step towards her, his hands opening up while he moved his arms slightly away from his body. Not even waiting for her to answer back to what he said he spoke again. “I fucking killed this guy.” He was standing there his back to the corpse now and his boots covered in blood only five feet away from her.

Now that he was facing his fellow shingami he took a good look at her. Her face was cute, she had a nice and slender body with ample curves that he liked. I could have some fun with this one. His smile towards her turned more sinister as he spoke again in a demanding tone. “Hey girl, we're going back to my room.” This wasn't a suggestion, this was an order. She struck his fancy for something to play with till she broke. “Unless you think you can take me on.” His eyes narrowed at her as he watched her closely waiting to see what would happen. He was going to break her one way or another.

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

The shinigami replied with a voice that seemed so full of malice it felt like she could have physically run her hand through it. He turned around to face her, something about the action suddenly made his full height and size apparent to her and it made her feel small. The feel of being small didn’t cause her any sort of fear, if there was one thing she had learned in her short life size didn’t always mean strength in the soul society, but rather it was just discomfort; this was the first time she had ever had someone towering over her in such a manor.



Yetsuna was caught off guard by the nonchalant manor he used as he confessed to the murder of the plus. Between the look on his face and the way he just spoken told her the man was insanely arrogant, like the entire world and its entire populace only existed for his entertainment. She knew a fight was going to ensue; he wasn’t the kind of guy to turn himself in or go peaceably. She made a few subtle adjustments to her position so she was in a position to strike rather than block.


She was about to make her move when he talked once more, this time telling the green haired girl she was going back to his room. It was almost impossible not to know what he had meant by such a statement, but even if she had somehow missed it the look on his face would have told her everything she needed to know. Yetsuna relaxed slightly, giving the illusion he guard was down, and gave the guy a somewhat cocky smile, “I must say I’m quite flattered at your proposal, but honestly you’re not my type. I do have a counter offer though: Leave this area now and I won’t report this to squad 7.”


If he verbally declines her offer she will give him a smile once more and at the same moment bring her blade around to cut him across the chest, from right shoulder to left hip, using the very tip of her blade to do so. Whether or not the attack is successful she will jump back, trying to make the distance between them about 10 feet. She will get into her standard fighting potion ready to take him on.

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He laughed at what she said to him, he found the very notion that she assumed that he was afraid of squad seven or of any of the squads. In truth the only reason he was a shingami was to kill hollows. If they decided to throw him out he would still do it, it wasn't as if he needed their permission to kill a hollow. Still the entire thing was rather funny to him. She had given him a good laugh and for that he wasn't going to break her right away, no he would take his time in beating her up and making her beg for mercy.

“I will break you.” Those were the words he spoke to her before he narrowed his eyes on her actions. She was slow, the attempt to try to cut him was rather easy to see and more importantly rather easy to dodge, but he wouldn't dodge it. No instead he grabbed the back of the blade with his hand and using his strength pulled on it. If she was able to keep her grip on the blade then she would be met with an elbow to the back. He would only use half of his strength to elbow her however.

The shock of the hit should cause her to lose her balance and fall to the ground. If she managed to stay upright however he would take in a deep breath before letting out a horrid roar from his lungs, infused with his power to push against her entire body forcing her down to the ground. Either way she would be subjugated to his howls of might. He would show no signs of letting up as he continued to scream, using his voice to pin her to the ground while he snapped her blade in two over his knee.

If she wasn't able to keep her grip on the blade he would take it from her and smile before snapping it over his knee. With it broken in two he stabbed the half with the larger part of the blade into the ground and used his boot to force it into the ground, holding onto the half with the grip and guard. “You have two options now beg me to forgive you or die.” His face was serious and his eyes narrowed in on her given the distance she had covered.

In either situation he could feel it, the joy and wonder of overwhelming someone and making them feel like the ants that they really were. This girl was somewhat lucky that he wanted to toy with her, somewhat lucky in that he wasn't going to end her life right away, unlucky given that he was going to prolong her suffering no matter what she did. He was a monster and he loved to pick on those who were weak and those who dared to get in his way. However after he grows bored of toying with her he was going to kill her, however there was a slight chance that he might let her live a very slim chance.

(OOC: Remaining reiatsu 1330/1430 -100 if she holds onto the blade)

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

Yetsuna was slightly amused at the concept of him trying to break her, even if he was stronger than she was she wasn't the type to break from a beat down. Even though the threat fell on deaf ears she knew he meant every word of it, he was obviously a sadist. "How does someone like this get through the academy....." she found herself wondering quickly before she swung her blade at him, from there it didn't take her long to realize that things were going to go downhill fast on her end.

She swung her blade up and around to try and cut into his shoulder but he caught the blade with his hand in was seemed like a effortless fashion. She found two important pieces of information from his action: he was a lot faster than her and he possessed strength far superior to her own. Yetsuna felt a tug on her right arm as the man pulled on her sword, and by proxy her, causing her to fall towards him before he rammed a elbow into her back. The blow caused her to lose her grip on her blade and send her into the ground with a hard thud, sending a shot of pain through her chest.

The attack hurt but the pain was decently tolerable, but before she could begin to get up he let out a bellow and suddenly she found herself unable to get up, somehow pinned to the ground. Her first guess was that he had cast a kido, but as far as she knew even a incantationless spell still required the name to be said, then again she didn't know much about kidos. She struggled to get up unsuccessfully, all she managed to do was lift her head slightly upwards just in time to see her the guy raise his leg to snap her sword. She knew it was repairable, but it still hurt her pride to watch her weapon get destroyed by the enemy.

She knew at this point she was going to lose the fight, it was only a matter of time, and based on what she had seem of him so far it this was going to be dragged out. She just had to hold out until some reinforcements arrived, killings weren't uncommon in rukongai, but a shinigami committing the murder should travel enough that someone should come along eventually.  She mentally steeled herself for the upcoming fight, she may lose, but she wasn't going to let him break her.

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No response from her, she gave him nothing and it made him mad. She didn't try to grovel or even try to fight back. Who did she think she was? Did she think she was better than him? Did she think that she didn't need to beg for her life? If she did then he was about to make her regret that choice. His roar stopped as he placed his left foot on her lower back right where her waistline would be and pressed down. Pinning her to the ground with his weight and his strength. The force was enough to make it painful to try to lift her upper half of her body up.

His other foot went next to her mouth and he spoke. “You got my boots dirty you bitch. Lick them clean and I'll let you leave.” This was an obvious lie, but it wasn't as if he was trying to convince her that he was telling the truth. The tip of his shoe was right next to her mouth and he waited for her to do something. It was true there was some dirt on his boots, but they were mostly covered in blood from the man that he had killed before. The blood was already drying turning his black boots into a dark brown from the amount that had been on his boots.

He dug his heel into her back slightly using a bit of force, but not enough to break anything. “Well I'm waiting for it. Lick my boots clean.” He was enjoying this too much, it was too much fun to beat down an uppity shinigami who thought that she was going to punish him for his actions. What a load of shit, this world was just like that of the human world. The strong rule over the weak. That is the reality of all worlds and all life. The strong use their strength to break the weak to do their bidding and no one dares to challenge them less they be broken even more. This girl was about to learn that Yveltal loved that concept more than anything.

He kept the pressure on her lower back and the longer she resisted or ignored his demands the harder he pressed on her back. It wouldn't take long before she could feel his heel digging in between the disks of her spin. “Better hurry up or I'll leave you unable to walk you dumb bitch.” He lifted his heel slightly before slamming it down on her lower back, not trying to break her back but to send a message that he wasn't kidding around anymore and he was expecting her to follow his orders.

If she did start licking his boots clean he would relax his heel on her back a bit, but still keep it so she would be pinned down to the ground using his weight and his strength. If she didn't however he would press his heel down as hard as he could snapping her spine in two rendering her paralyzed from the waist down. Once that was done he would lean over her and laugh at her being unable to move her legs. “Since you can't feel anything down there anymore how about I break rip your legs off? Not like you'll need them anymore. Hey think about it it's a great way to lose weight, I know all you dumb bitches keep worrying about how much you weight and shit.”

[Yetsuna Yishnir]

Yetsuna felt the guys boot press against her her spine, she felt more pressure than pain, but she could tell that too much movement one way or another would cause her pain. She could hear the red haired shinigami talking, but she wasn't paying any attention to him, she didn't care what he had to say in the least; she knew it was something self absorbed and/or arrogant. It was rare she came across that she truly hated, even rarely they got on her shit list quickly or irredeemably, but this guy had managed it and she had intentions to get even at some point.

She saw him place his boot near her face, but has he she would turn her head away. It was a obvious refusal to his proposition. Even is she did believe he meant it sincerely she would have refused; Yetsuna wasn't going to bend to some over arrogant asshole. She knew she was going to pay a price for it, and she had a hunch it was going to be steep. She knew the main things that would keep her from breaking when the toll came was her hatred and her refusing to give him the pleasure. 

The man taunted her again, telling her once more to clean his boots. Her only response to him was a plain "Go fuck yourself." He lifted his heel and stomped on her back, she resisted the urge to cry out by almost shattering her teeth from clenching her jaw so hard. He kept her pinned to the ground for what felt like an eternity, but was likely only a few seconds in reality. Out of no where she felt the the pressure/pain on her back lift only to find his foot come crashing down on her back and snapping her spine. Yetsuna gave no reaction after the impact, she didn't even move.

She had passed out. Between the pain overload and the shock of having her spine snapped her mind overloaded and basically shutdown. A small amount of blood trailed out of the corner of her mouth, she had gritted her teeth so hard before passing out that had damaged her teeth and gums. The man would be able to see her still breathing if he took a moment to examine her.

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She refused to lick his boots and he laughed as he heard the sound of her spine crunch under his heel. He waited for it, for her to scream out in pain and agony begging for it to stop. Pleading for the pain to end, wishing it would be over, but there was nothing. No screams, no pleading not a peep out of her. This made him angry, he was waiting to relish in the cries of her pain and misery that he had caused her, but there was nothing. How could this girl not even mutter out a single cry of pain after what he did? It baffled him as to how this girl wasn't trying to roll around trying to rid herself of the pain.

“Maybe I have to hit you harder.” He rose his heel again and slammed it down on her back once more wanting to hear her cry out. Waiting for it to happen, but again there was only silence. He leaned over and saw why there where no cries of mercy or screams of pain. This girl had passed out. He laughed hysterically for a bit at the fact that she had passed out from him just slamming his heel down on her back. This was too good to be true, she was suppose to turn him in for what he did and here she was passed out like a little brat. He found this too funny to not to laugh at. Those that were still around were shocked to find how quickly the fight had ended.

He lifted his heel off of her back and lowered his hand to grab her by her collar. Lifting her he smiled seeing the little trickle of blood pouring out of her mouth. He could tell that she was utterly passed out, but he wondered if he could wake her up. With his free hand he slapped her across the face to see if she would react to it keeping his strength in check. Waiting to hear something from her, but nothing. He tried it again doing it even harder this time, still not using his monstrous strength on her. Again there was only silence from her. She was passed out and he couldn't be happier about this, he showed this uppity little bitch who was boss and now he knew that she couldn't even walk.

His mind wandered to what he could do to humiliate her, after all she had to be punished for trying to attack him but what to do? He could pull out the permanent marker he has and write derogatory slurs all over her face. There was always the option of rubbing her face into the ground and tossing her into a back alleyway full of trash so when she awoke she would be covered in trash head to toe. Then there was the option of tearing her to shreds and leaving her there in the middle of the rukongai with nothing to wear. Having have to crawl back trying to hide her shame of being naked from on looking eyes.

As he thought about it he saw the faces of the men who were still around. Many of them looked hungry, they licked their lips and some were even slowly moving in closer. He knew what kind of hunger they had in their eyes. It wasn't for food, but for what was once under his foot. It seemed as if they were all waiting for him to leave her there so they could do what they wanted to her. He stopped thinking about what kind of revenge to have on her as soon as he saw those faces. He laughed at all of them and flipped his middle finger at them. “Piss off you pieces of shit, this is my bitch. You want her come fight me for her.”

As soon as he said those words most of the men back away a few stayed there waiting to see what would happen. It seemed as if he had to follow up on his words. He tossed her over his shoulder and started to make his way back to the seireitei. The only reason he wasn't leaving her out there in the middle of the Rukongai was to piss off all those other men. To him it was a simple choice either humiliate this random shingami chick who tried to fight him and failed horribly or piss off about twenty or so dudes who wanted to have fun with a passed out chick. To him it was more fun to piss off all of those random men, given that one or two might try to attack him and there he could have a bit of fun teaching them the meaning of pain.

Slowly he made his way back to the seireitei carrying Yetsuna on his shoulder, she wasn't that heavy to be honest. He wondered how far could he throw her passed out body. For sure it would be a fun thing to test, but without her giving him a reaction to being flung in the air like a rag doll it would be less fun so he kept himself from doing so. It didn't take that long for him to eventually come to the gates of the seireitei. The gate guards opened the gates without asking any questions seeing that he was carrying her over his shoulder and he was covered in blood.

To those looking at him it seemed as if he was carrying back someone he had saved and not someone he had severely beaten. He chuckled a bit at the idea of him being called a hero. He was no hero, he was just the essence of rage in human form waiting to explode out at any moment. There was nothing noble about his actions, there was no need for people to praise his actions, for they were mistaken. He was just a man with too many questions about who he is and too much rage to control. He wanted it to end, he wanted the rage to end so he could figure out who he was, who he was before the flames took him and turned him into this ball of hate and anger, but for now he had to deal with this girl.

He knew exactly where he was going, he was heading right to squad four to drop her off so they could deal with her broken spine. There were a few shingami's as he walked by asking what had happened or even if he needed help, but he ignored them all. He didn't want to deal with them right now and they were all bothering him. Five minutes that's all it took from him walking past the gates to him getting to the squad 4 barracks. He kicked the doors opened and walked in still carrying her on his shoulder. He dropped her on a bed , grabbing a pen and a piece of paper he wrote a note for her and placed it in a pocket on one of her uniforms. If and when she read it, it would say. “You owe me from letting you become a play toy of those men of the Rukongai.” With that done he left and went back to his own barracks to shower off.


(OOC fight over)

[Zeich Yajuu]

Yvetal - 270 TP + 100 for winning.
Yetsuna - 160 TP