Post by Adrastos on Feb 22, 2018 5:12:19 GMT -5
OOC: Just as a heads up, refunding the 200 reiatsu for Cero due to actions preventing the use of his as Adrastos is restrained after being pushed back. Thus, unabling him to really cast his technique.
IC:
The collision between the two didn't go as expected. The Shinigami forged a shield to guard her against the might of the Beast King, reducing it's effectiveness. The nullified force wasn't entirely reduced as the Hollow forced his way through towards the woman. Seemingly enough, the sole purpose of the tactic was meant to stall for time for the Shinigami to muster up another layer of defenses. All meant to secure her body for what was to come for them both. Although the stone was there, the thought continued to race through his mind as to the reason "why" did she remain, despite knowing he was coming. Regardless if the majority of his strength was reduced, it didn't stop the raw power that he himself had in his muscles. Unless.... The image of the Wanderer, of his stillness against the beast's attacks. It was familiar. No. It couldn't have been.... It was the exact same thing. How could he have forgotten.
The bones and muscle tissue beneath his bone exterior rummaged and exploded. Heavy bruises deep within the tissue to the extent of being utterly useless to the beast. More over, the sudden explosion of force that ruined his legs swiftly forced it's way towards the lower section of the creature's abdomen. It was exactly as before; the cutback effect. The girl applied the cutback to Adrastos, and knowing from his previous experiences with the Wanderer, he knew what would be coming next. The Adjuchas didn't have the force as he use to in his legs no longer. That seized up the moment the cutback initiated it's full effect on his body. His legs became utterly useless for the time being. Without hesitation, his body body was pushed back, tangled in the Earth material that was the Shinigami's Shikai. His mouth, legs, arms, torso, waist, and neck were being bounded as his form was being reeled back to the ground.
Adrastos wailed about as his body was being entrapped by the woman's power. Despite it his body being brought down, the beast struggled. The pain remained consistent with his movements as his will and focus began to suppress the pain. All the more better for him to work with the issue at hand. From what he knew, the Earth material was strong enough to withstand his physical power. Tough enough to keep itself from cracking under the immense pressure of his strength. However, it isn't enough to restrain him so long as his objective wasn't to break it, but to move around in it. As his body made contact with the floor, the beast wailed about. His tail flapping against the ground as his arms stirred and pushed himself away. With 1000 physical strength, the beast could manage to keep himself from being stilled in a single position. This took more effort to do so than moving as he normally would. The restraints kept his body regulated, motions a bit under control rather than being wild and free. This was something that the Shinigami couldn't keep under her thumb, regardless of how much effort she placed on him.
Yetsuna's Earth came to catch the beast in order to restrain it. This is when the beast's struggling movements kicked into play. Bringing him onto the ground gave him better leverage to help operate himself more accordingly. He didn't need to be free to move around, but just about enough so the human spirit didn't have a clear and accurate shot at his vital areas. Before he realized it, the Shinigami appeared before him, standing on his head with spikes in hand. He couldn't flex in time to keep the woman's strikes from piercing him. Not with the time he had left or his swinging motions back and forth on the ground. Even where she stood, Yetsuna wouldn't have an accurate aim as the beast's head swung side to side within the grip of her Shikai. It's durability will prevent it from breaking, allowing it to maintain it's flexibility even as the beast rampaged on the ground. But not enough to keep his body completely still. The bindings were nothing more than rubber bands that restrained a bit of his movements, but never keeping him in a single place. Thus, when striking the spikes wouldn't collide with his eyes, but into the bone forged inner snout of the Adjuchas.
Stone and marble dug into the mask, cracking it and digging into the flesh beneath it. As he did before, the beast winced from the spark of pain only to respond by stirring the muscles in the effected area, keeping the wound from growing larger. He couldn't stop the spike from hurting him, but he could still manage the amount of damage it did to him. Before he could take further action, the Shinigami fled, leaving the beast to himself once more. This gave the beast a moment's reprieve; a time to recover his stamina as his torso remain perched over the ground. Still coiled in the Earth, his chest inhaled, then exhaled. Even the mightiest of warriors required time to draw breath, just as Adrastos was doing. He was in pain, but more to it than that, excited. But from it all, he chuckled. The Hollow was laughing as the lipless jaws peeled open, "Shini-gami......weak..." All of that effort to only to do so much damage.
The Wanderer was feeble just as the Shinigami was-
No, scratch that. The woman had no comparison to the man. He earned the right of respect of that of any proud warrior. He stood toe to toe in the heat of the carnage that their battle's had created. Amidst the heat and the blood and to rage, he earned the Beast King's respect. Not many could stay within his vicinity to take him on. Although he lacked the strength that the Hollow had, the man still challenged. This Shinigami lacked everything that he had. What the woman considered to be "dirty" fighting was only revealing to the Adjuchas that the woman was scared. Frightened of what may come. His talons dug into the Earth, pushing his body up away from the ground. His legs became nothing more than dead weight for him. He needed the moments that the Shinigami had created for him. Time consuming yes, but all worth it in the end as his muscles slowly began to shift and scrounge around under his command beneath the skin.
The muscles were severely damaged from the cutback effect. Beyond repair and would take a considerable amount of healing expertise to truly get them back in working order. However, even without it, he could still manage. The full extent of his strength would make it possible. Scrambling the muscles in his abdomen and joints, the beast was slowly reconfiguring himself. Gnashing the bones together, grinding the layers of muscle against one another. Adrastos was studying his own body, forcing the broken muscles to gnash and place themselves back into working order. He kept his eyes on the Shinigami above him, blood trinkling down his tear ducts and nostrils. The bulging red meat inside the butt and tail pushed against those within his upper abdomen, lifting his rear up slowly. Tucking his butt into his gut by flexing the areas, it would seem as if his legs were coming back to life. Both legs undoubtedly still under confinement of the Shikai, but had a moderate amount of resistance compared to his full strength. In the woman's eyes, it would seem as if the beast was turning his two legs into somewhat of a single pegged leg, utilizing his tail as a means of balancing himself in a crouched position. Both arms raising up further from the ground slowly as the Earth continuously struggled to keep him down to lean himself forward slightly for better control over his posture as his knee caps remained connected to the ground.
Adrastos used what he had available with his broken body, resisting as he drew breath slowly, taking it slowly as he rose up in defiance. Against the Persian hordes, and those that the beast had struggled against before, dealing with this little Shinigami was nothing more than a game of tag. And all terms and purposes, it was to his favor that the game was leaning towards. The ground beneath him was slowly being extended as it's durability maintained itself, however, keeping him in such a state would force the Shinigami to extend her concentration in keeping him down in maintaining it's flexibility. It lacked the strength to keep him from moving as it would come down to her strength in keeping him still to that of his own brute physical force. This was going to be a long fight as the Shinigami was draining herself bit by bit, with the beast hardly using up a sufficient amount of his own.
IC:
The collision between the two didn't go as expected. The Shinigami forged a shield to guard her against the might of the Beast King, reducing it's effectiveness. The nullified force wasn't entirely reduced as the Hollow forced his way through towards the woman. Seemingly enough, the sole purpose of the tactic was meant to stall for time for the Shinigami to muster up another layer of defenses. All meant to secure her body for what was to come for them both. Although the stone was there, the thought continued to race through his mind as to the reason "why" did she remain, despite knowing he was coming. Regardless if the majority of his strength was reduced, it didn't stop the raw power that he himself had in his muscles. Unless.... The image of the Wanderer, of his stillness against the beast's attacks. It was familiar. No. It couldn't have been.... It was the exact same thing. How could he have forgotten.
The bones and muscle tissue beneath his bone exterior rummaged and exploded. Heavy bruises deep within the tissue to the extent of being utterly useless to the beast. More over, the sudden explosion of force that ruined his legs swiftly forced it's way towards the lower section of the creature's abdomen. It was exactly as before; the cutback effect. The girl applied the cutback to Adrastos, and knowing from his previous experiences with the Wanderer, he knew what would be coming next. The Adjuchas didn't have the force as he use to in his legs no longer. That seized up the moment the cutback initiated it's full effect on his body. His legs became utterly useless for the time being. Without hesitation, his body body was pushed back, tangled in the Earth material that was the Shinigami's Shikai. His mouth, legs, arms, torso, waist, and neck were being bounded as his form was being reeled back to the ground.
Adrastos wailed about as his body was being entrapped by the woman's power. Despite it his body being brought down, the beast struggled. The pain remained consistent with his movements as his will and focus began to suppress the pain. All the more better for him to work with the issue at hand. From what he knew, the Earth material was strong enough to withstand his physical power. Tough enough to keep itself from cracking under the immense pressure of his strength. However, it isn't enough to restrain him so long as his objective wasn't to break it, but to move around in it. As his body made contact with the floor, the beast wailed about. His tail flapping against the ground as his arms stirred and pushed himself away. With 1000 physical strength, the beast could manage to keep himself from being stilled in a single position. This took more effort to do so than moving as he normally would. The restraints kept his body regulated, motions a bit under control rather than being wild and free. This was something that the Shinigami couldn't keep under her thumb, regardless of how much effort she placed on him.
Yetsuna's Earth came to catch the beast in order to restrain it. This is when the beast's struggling movements kicked into play. Bringing him onto the ground gave him better leverage to help operate himself more accordingly. He didn't need to be free to move around, but just about enough so the human spirit didn't have a clear and accurate shot at his vital areas. Before he realized it, the Shinigami appeared before him, standing on his head with spikes in hand. He couldn't flex in time to keep the woman's strikes from piercing him. Not with the time he had left or his swinging motions back and forth on the ground. Even where she stood, Yetsuna wouldn't have an accurate aim as the beast's head swung side to side within the grip of her Shikai. It's durability will prevent it from breaking, allowing it to maintain it's flexibility even as the beast rampaged on the ground. But not enough to keep his body completely still. The bindings were nothing more than rubber bands that restrained a bit of his movements, but never keeping him in a single place. Thus, when striking the spikes wouldn't collide with his eyes, but into the bone forged inner snout of the Adjuchas.
Stone and marble dug into the mask, cracking it and digging into the flesh beneath it. As he did before, the beast winced from the spark of pain only to respond by stirring the muscles in the effected area, keeping the wound from growing larger. He couldn't stop the spike from hurting him, but he could still manage the amount of damage it did to him. Before he could take further action, the Shinigami fled, leaving the beast to himself once more. This gave the beast a moment's reprieve; a time to recover his stamina as his torso remain perched over the ground. Still coiled in the Earth, his chest inhaled, then exhaled. Even the mightiest of warriors required time to draw breath, just as Adrastos was doing. He was in pain, but more to it than that, excited. But from it all, he chuckled. The Hollow was laughing as the lipless jaws peeled open, "Shini-gami......weak..." All of that effort to only to do so much damage.
The Wanderer was feeble just as the Shinigami was-
No, scratch that. The woman had no comparison to the man. He earned the right of respect of that of any proud warrior. He stood toe to toe in the heat of the carnage that their battle's had created. Amidst the heat and the blood and to rage, he earned the Beast King's respect. Not many could stay within his vicinity to take him on. Although he lacked the strength that the Hollow had, the man still challenged. This Shinigami lacked everything that he had. What the woman considered to be "dirty" fighting was only revealing to the Adjuchas that the woman was scared. Frightened of what may come. His talons dug into the Earth, pushing his body up away from the ground. His legs became nothing more than dead weight for him. He needed the moments that the Shinigami had created for him. Time consuming yes, but all worth it in the end as his muscles slowly began to shift and scrounge around under his command beneath the skin.
The muscles were severely damaged from the cutback effect. Beyond repair and would take a considerable amount of healing expertise to truly get them back in working order. However, even without it, he could still manage. The full extent of his strength would make it possible. Scrambling the muscles in his abdomen and joints, the beast was slowly reconfiguring himself. Gnashing the bones together, grinding the layers of muscle against one another. Adrastos was studying his own body, forcing the broken muscles to gnash and place themselves back into working order. He kept his eyes on the Shinigami above him, blood trinkling down his tear ducts and nostrils. The bulging red meat inside the butt and tail pushed against those within his upper abdomen, lifting his rear up slowly. Tucking his butt into his gut by flexing the areas, it would seem as if his legs were coming back to life. Both legs undoubtedly still under confinement of the Shikai, but had a moderate amount of resistance compared to his full strength. In the woman's eyes, it would seem as if the beast was turning his two legs into somewhat of a single pegged leg, utilizing his tail as a means of balancing himself in a crouched position. Both arms raising up further from the ground slowly as the Earth continuously struggled to keep him down to lean himself forward slightly for better control over his posture as his knee caps remained connected to the ground.
Adrastos used what he had available with his broken body, resisting as he drew breath slowly, taking it slowly as he rose up in defiance. Against the Persian hordes, and those that the beast had struggled against before, dealing with this little Shinigami was nothing more than a game of tag. And all terms and purposes, it was to his favor that the game was leaning towards. The ground beneath him was slowly being extended as it's durability maintained itself, however, keeping him in such a state would force the Shinigami to extend her concentration in keeping him down in maintaining it's flexibility. It lacked the strength to keep him from moving as it would come down to her strength in keeping him still to that of his own brute physical force. This was going to be a long fight as the Shinigami was draining herself bit by bit, with the beast hardly using up a sufficient amount of his own.