The First Rule of Being Spiritually Aware [JT | Yoko | Tyr]

[Yoko Kusanagi]

((Yoko is Training for CTP))

Who didn’t love a good fight? Among the people that Yoko Kusanagi hung around with, there were very few who wouldn’t get a good kick out of beating the crap out of each other. Through her circle of acquaintances and sparring buddies she had gotten a good rumor. Apparently a literal fight club had formed in Karakura. It was taken right out of the movie from what she had gathered. Abandoned warehouse? Check. People beating the crap out of each other? Check. No one was supposed to tell anyone about it but did anyway? Also check. All that was missing from what she had heard was a charismatic cult leader bent on destroying the government. All in due time most likely.

The club’s next meeting, as luck would have it, was that very night. Yoko wasted no time with her preparations. The outfit she had on was already good enough to blend in to a crowd like that decently well. It was her standard fare. Black short shorts and pair of thigh highs in the same color for her lower half, all held up by a gray belt. Her upper half was dressed in a black tanktop and hoodie, with some red edging on the outer layer to break up the monochrome monotony. As for accessories, there was naught but a pair of black riding gloves. She normally had a necklace with this outfit, but she opted not to wear it to such a seedy location. It was a relatively unassuming look overall, and she’d blend into the background pretty easily dressed like that.

Well after the sun had gone down for the day, Yoko made her way to the outskirts of Karakura to the address she had been given. She didn’t go there expecting to actually find a good brawl or anything. Normal humans couldn’t actively challenge her anymore. No, she was there as a talent scout. Whether it was just more goons for the security team at Uzaki Enterprises proper or a gem in the rough, she was there to try and find people worth making something out of. Her hopes, given this was Karakura Town, were twofold. First and foremost, she hoped that she wouldn’t be recognized. Her face had been on TV a few times lately with some of the incidents she had dealt with, and chances are the room wouldn’t take kindly to her being there.

More importantly though, she hoped that she might find a new recruit for the spiritual side of Uzaki Enterprises. Yoko was always looking for new talent, and tonight was a promising lead. In Karakura Town there was a massive abundance of spiritually aware humans, and those turned into Fullbringers with proper training. That was her hope for the evening. She wasn’t quite sure how she would go about finding them, but places like this tended to be a breeding ground for warriors. With any luck she’d be able to find a new recruit or two, and if not then at least she’d get to blow off a little bit of steam. She really did hope that she found someone though, as that was her main reason for going in the first place.

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She found the place without any real trouble and parked her bike in a nearby alleyway. She entered the warehouse with her hood pulled up overhead in a basic attempt to hide her face. Once inside, she found basically exactly what she expected. A crude display with poor illumination and temporary structures only. A ring of people had formed in the center, and one man spoke to the crowd. ”You all remember that tonight is tournament night right? Same rules as always! No rules in the fight except for no weapons. Anything else goes. Bets in that corner! Signup in that one!” The man had gestured towards a few men who had a cashbox and one who had a tablet in order.

Yoko made her way over to the signup location. ”Name?” She replied without even thinking about it. ”Kusanagi.” Shit. Recognition dawned on the man’s face after only a slight pause. ”Kusanaaaa…..” He stopped midname and looked up at her only to find a horribly unamused look on the Fullbringer’s face. ”You aren’t here to cause trouble are you? There’s no laws against what we’re doing!” Her eyes rolled so hard at this that it’s a miracle they didn’t fall out of her head. ”I literally could not care less about the definitely unsanctioned betting corner that’s been outlawed since the Meiji Era. Just sign me up so I can punch people.”

Through the magic of her resting bitch face and a presence far more intimidating than should be possible on such a small frame, Yoko got her way. The man gulped, nodded, and wrote down her name. ”Next!” There was idle chatter around her as she made her way back over to the ring of people. She’d been made, but oh well. The only thing she had to worry about was her opponents conceding first since they weren’t about to stop her from taking part. What better way was there to scout talent then to punch it in the face after all? For the kind of talent she was looking for, she was convinced that as the best way to find it.

Some time passed before the registration finished and the fights began for the night. ”Our first match of the night will be one to keep your eye on folks. A newcomer takes on an old favorite! Give it up for Greggo as he shows our new friend Kusanagi how we do things in the underground!” A roar ripped through the crowd as a mountain of a man parted them like the red sea. He was shirtless, smelled like wet ass, and looked like he’d lost a few fights with a lawnmower. Exactly the kind of person that Yoko knew she’d get no enjoyment out of fighting. Oh well. She did what she had to do.

A bell was rung and the fight was on. Greg charged at her and threw a series of wild haymakers. He was obviously untrained, and relied on his sheer size to fight. The Fullbringer bobbed and weaved around his blows as if he moved in slow motion. His entire opening salvo was dodged without her even removing her hands from the pockets on the side of her hoodie. The man backed up and charged at her once more, though this time he went for a tackle. Yoko had dodged thus far because she didn’t want to touch such a smelly man, but she eventually had no choice if she wanted to end the fight. She had to fight back.

With disdain visible on her face the Fullbringer moved her right hand from her jacket. She sidestepped the charge and swept his legs. A close observer would notice that she never actually made contact, but rather a small gust of wind had knocked his legs out from under him. She had used Fist of Unbroken Air simply to avoid touching the man. Knocking him down wasn’t good enough though. A follow-up punch was thrown at his head that utilized the same technique. Again, it was used simply so that his stench wouldn’t get on her. She held back most of her strength. Only enough was used to knock his head back into the concrete floor and render him unconscious.

"I think that’s it for this one folks!” The announcer made his way over and verified the knock out. Calling that a fight had been generous, but Yoko advanced on to the next round all the same. She drifted back into the crowd and watched the other rounds, eyes ever busy in their search for talent or a display of spiritual power. After many other fights had concluded, it was time for the second round to start. She hoped that she would at least fight someone who knew how to take a shower this time. If they knew how to fight too, that would only be a bonus. At this point she just wanted to make it through the night without smelling like vodka and ass.

”Our next match, the first of tonight’s quarter final rounds will be Kusanagi vs…” She had already made her way out into the center of the ring by the time her name was stated. Yoko waited for her opponent, and let them open however they chose. Unless something truly bizarre happened, Yoko wasn’t even sure she’d have to remove her hands from her pockets after seeing most of the first round. Then again, it’s possible that someone else in the crowd had held back too. That would make it tricky. If things actually got dangerous though, she could always just use some form of reiatsu and be perfectly safe from the likes of normal humans. All she knew is that she had low hopes for the next round after Greggo.

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{Outfit Reference}

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{Stats and Skills}
Strength - [400(800)] Points

Speed - [250(375)] Points

Spiritual Pressure - [300(150)] Points

Reiatsu Strength - [100(50)] Points

Light Aura - [60] Points

Dark Aura - [40] Points

Instinct - [165] Points

Senses [185] Points

Energy sensory - [0] Points

Healing Expertise - [0] Points


Total SP: [1400]

• [Martial Art: Kunlun] {3}
  
  
• [Weapon: Sword {3}
  
  
• [Pain Tolerance] {2}
  
  
• [Battle Analysis] {2}
  
  
• [Calm Mind] {2}
  
  
• [Anti-Stealth] {3}
  
  
• [Weapon:Guns] {1}
  
  

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{Fist of Unbroken Air}Technique Name: [Fist of Unbroken Air]

Class: [1]

Technique Type: [Martial]

Usable By: [Anyone who meets the requirements: 800 strength AND have mastered Low Pressure AND have a 3 in either Kunlun or Baguazhang]

Technique Element: [Wind]

Technique Description and Effects: [This technique is something developed by Yoko after mastering Low Pressure, and reaching a truly high level of strength. Those with incredible strength are generally able to fire of shockwaves of raw power that can unleash terrible devastation. Such shockwaves have even been known to bypass Hierro. An unintended side effect of Low Pressure was that her shockwaves did not develop in the same way as most high-strength fighters. Instead of striking so hard that she shatters the air, her strength lets her "push" the air. At the most basic level, the difference between shockwaves and this technique is that the shockwave will "punch" things and this technique will "push" things.

Effectively, this technique allows Yoko to use her physical prowess to send out blasts of air. At learned or proficient status, it is only good for basic, ki-blast style gusts of wind from the hands or feet. The bursts of wind push things with force equivalent to Yoko's physical strength. That's the thing though. This technique doesn't cause direct damage, it just sends things flying. Granted, those who horribly neglect their strength may still get injured. If Yoko's physical strength exceeds that of the target by at least five times (ie: less than 160 strength target when Yoko has 800 strength) then they will still suffer bruising on impact. If her strength exceeds theirs by ten times (ie: less than 80 strength target when Yoko has 800 strength) then broken bones are expected. On the off chance that Yoko manages to exceed their strength by twenty times (ie: less than 40 strength target when Yoko has 800 strength) the impact alone is likely to incapacitate them. However, ALL impact damage is completely negated by any skin defense (ie: Hierro) or armor that can withstand at least one fifth of Yoko's strength (ie: Fancy Suit Mk 1 or Amaya's Tattersall Bindings). That won't stop them from going flying though, unless the defense specifically negates stuff like that (looking at you, Blut).

Regardless, the real risk of injury is what happens when they STOP moving. Slamming into walls at high speeds is rarely fun without high strength. If an emeny is hit by Fist of Unbroken Air, then they will go flying at a speed equal to Yoko's strength. The strength of this technique technically works off of impact strength, since it is a martial technique. That means it can be combo'd with techniques like Impact, and can bypass the 3x cap.

Mastery grants a finer level of control. The gusts of wind can be shaped to a degree. With mastery, Yoko can do things like change the gust to be a thin stream of air, a crescent, or even a sphere. Only simple shapes though. No sending any realistic drawings of Ben Franklin at anyone with this technique. The other advantage of mastery is that Yoko can launch the technique from any muscle she can flex. Tensing up everything at once can even briefly create a sphere of air around her that repels any weaker attack! Mastery also allows this to be used with weapons, assuming the user has a 3 in that weapon skill. Really though, the best perk of mastery in Yoko's eyes is the ability to hold back. With mastery the strength of this technique can be reduced as low as 1/10th of her current strength.

As a purely martial technique, this does not cost any reiatsu. Despite that, the gusts of air can clash with reiatsu. If the margin is close enough that the techniques cancel out, then the other technique will just be stopped in its tracks, and probably explode. If the margin is high enough that Fist of Unbroken Air completely overpowers the other technique, it will actively redirect it back along the path that Fist of Unbroken Air was following.]

How to use technique (How is it activated?): [At learned or proficient: punch or kick without holding strength back, and a blast of air comes out. With mastery, any movement or muscle flexed can send a burst of wind flying.]

Technique Drawbacks: [First, there are strict requirements to learn this technique. A minimum of 800 strength is required, as well as a 3 in one of two martial arts (listed above). A previous technique is required to be mastered, and that technique requires points in Calm Mind. Also, like Low Pressure caused Gravity Crushing to be lost forever, Fist of Unbroken Air causes the basic shockwave ability to be forever lost. Also, this technique will basically never do damage against a fighter of equal class unless they are standing next to a brick wall and have both low strength and no defenses. It's more of a defensive counterpart to shockwaves, which limits the damage output significantly. Oh, it can also be completely resisted (like, the target won't even move an inch) if they have strength 50% higher than Yoko. Others can resist being blown away by a variety of methods, including random stuff like Soul Commanding the ground they're standing on to be really sticky.]

Made By: Yoko Kusanagi

Reserved?: [Yes, but can be taught to, and mastered by, others if Yoko chooses to teach them all the secrets.]

[Tyr Krom]

((Tyr will be training for CTP))

"This warehouse smells like mildew."

    Tyr scanned through the crowd warily, sizing up everyone in terms of build and demeanor in relation to his own. Backroom brawling had always held a special place in Tyr's heart, since it made away with most of the regulations of MMA and wrestling that made a fight "safe" and concentrated on one thing: pure domination of will. He briefly thought back to late night bare-knuckle boxing with other men from his hometown. This place was far grimier than back home, but something about the smell of sweat, the heat coming off of everyone from their adrenaline racing and the cacophony of shouts and jeers made him feel a little more at home. He wasn't expecting much from this place, though. Probably a small amount of money from a few rounds with random jackasses hyped up from their friends only to get knocked out with one punch. The announcer had given clear enough instructions on where to sign up, so Tyr made his way into the queue.

    Several people were in line with him, both before and after him. He seemed to be dressed rather average when compared to the rest of the fighting stock - A plain white T-shirt with a few dirt marks, dusty jeans and steel-toed work boots. The only major difference is that his hands were adorned with his boxing tape. Most of the people in line were men of almost all shapes and sizes - the small and scrappy to the big and burly... Not that it bothered him much. A small man could get a few good hits in, sure, but they weren't built to damage people. The big guys were built for that, but they were always slow. Besides that, many of these people were untrained and undisciplined. No, the men didn't concern him; It was the women who concerned him. The fairer sex always proved to be the dirtiest of fighters, and they would have to be the ones to look out for - if they did decide to match him against one.

    He approached the sign-up desk, a small squat man with a bent nose that Tyr could not help but stare at. "Name?" The man rasped out, looking up at Tyr with eyes that perked up when they looked at him. "Heh, what's your mom feeding you?" Tyr shared a small chuckle before stating his name. With that, he made his way back to the ring. The first fight was between a man named Greggo and a woman named Kusanagi. "Hm. So they are allowing men and women to fight..." He said softly to himself. The fight was over almost as soon as it began. This Greggo character was too reckless and managed to not only lose his footing but show his back to his opponent, leading to a clear knockout. He chuckled and scratched his beard, thinking his assumptions all correct. The Kusanagi woman seemed to be somewhat trained to fight, though it was too short of a match to tell. At the very least, her dodges were very well performed and her technique was precise.

”Our next match, the first of tonight’s quarter final rounds will be Kusanagi vs... Uh...” The announcer squinted at the roster paper, clearly funbling with a name. ”Tyr? Is there a Tyr in the audience?” Tyr grinned. He hadn't expected to be up quickly in the roster. He raised his hand and stepped forward into the ring, yelling and cheering echoing off the walls of the warehouse and ringing all around him. ”Tyr everybody! The big guy vs the young lady! Hold on to your bets, folks. I think this'll be interesting!” And with that, the starting bell was rung. Tyr took a moment to bow to Kusanagi before settling into a boxer's stance, waiting for one of them to throw a punch.

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{Stats and Skills}Stats
Strength: 50 [100 after Type]
Speed: 60 [90 after Type]
Reiatsu Strength: 34 [25 after Type]
Spiritual Pressure: 50
Instinct: 35
Senses: 34
Energy Sensory: 0
Light:50
Dark:50

Skills
Lack of Fear: 1
Learning: 1
Calm Mind: 1
Strength of Will: 1
Martial Art (MMA): 1
Martial art (Hand-to-Hand): 1
Battle Analysis: 1
Pain Tolerance: 1
Bleeding Tolerance: 1
Battle Focus: 1
Damage Recovery: 1
Anti-Stealth: 1
Acting: 1

[Yoko Kusanagi]

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{Play This – Boruto OST – Dilemma/Kyuuchi}

It seemed that Yoko was up against another brute. This one didn’t smell like piss at least, but she wasn’t overly impressed by the specimen in front of her. He actually seemed to be a decently similar build to the previous person she had taken down. Yoko was, quite honestly, disappointed. In the human world, muscle could mean everything. Fighters were normally segmented into categories based on their weight after all. In the spiritual world though, things were quite different. What mattered was the power within. The power of your soul. In Yoko’s case this manifested itself primarily through raw, brute force. Despite the fact that she was nearly a foot and a half shorter than him, and probably less than half his weight, Yoko had no doubt that she was the stronger of the two of them.

She had been awfully judgmental, but that was par for the course for her. Besides, she was here to look for talent, and that meant she had to be judgmental. But then her opponent, Tyr this time apparently, did something she didn’t expect. He bowed. An odd display of respect to find in a place like this to be sure, but a welcome one nonetheless. Yoko returned the bow with her eyes focused on her opponent the whole time. She hadn’t put it past the man to use her lowering her head as an attempt at a cheap shot, but such a rude attack never came. The woman cracked a smile at him and removed her hands from her pockets.

Because the bow had caught her off guard, she had decided that this man would likely be able to provide her some actual entertainment. A bow was rare unless you were formally trained, and even then a bow wasn’t expected in a situation like this. To keep it fair though, Yoko decided she would limit herself. This man was not offensive to simply exist near, and he likely had some kind of training. He deserved a fair fight. In that vein, Yoko decided she would hold herself back to the peak of human levels in strength and speed for now. Assuming the man was in respectable shape, that would make it a contest of skill rather than one of strength.

She took up a proper fighting stance this time. Her left side faced forwards toward her opponent. They had started only a few paces apart. That little range was closed in a single shuffle step into a sliding side kick. The full force of her momentum from the slide was behind it, sure, but it did not carry her superhuman strength. This was thanks to the restraint that she exercised. Though the attack came at human levels of physical ability, the perfection with which it was executed seemed to surpass what a human should be expected to do. There was no opening in her guard. There was nothing wrong with the angle of her attack as it sped towards Tyr’s gut. It was the epitome of a textbook maneuver. For now, she opened with just that one kick to see how Tyr would respond.

[Tyr Krom]

    Tyr was both surprised and delighted that this Kusanagi lady had returned the bow, and genuinely at that. It was a sure sign that the fight was well, intended. He couldn't count the number of times a bow was met with a mocking parody of himself, laughter, or a haymaker to the back of his head. It showed her well intentions, and for a moment Tyr was excited. It had been long since he fought against someone who was well-trained and had good intentions. Hand-to-hand combat had many subtleties that were lost on your average street fighter. The well-meaning and untrained were good for teaching and Tyr's own guilty ego-boost, but didn't last long before ending terribly. The trained but arrogant proved to be terrible fights - they tested his skills but it wasn't fun for him. The fights would quickly turn into an enraged beat-down for one party or the other. Her eyes remained locked on him. "Hm, Eastern training, perhaps."

    Her fighting stance seemed typical of any trained fighter - left foot forward, right foot back, hands raised. Tyr's judgement calls on what style of fighting she was trained in seemed to be more or less accurate noticing her guard was focused around her neck and shoulders vice her head area. Her forearms were also not up. In boxing, you only expect fists to hit you, and would scrunch your body to deflect body shots, but your guard remained more or less around your head. In MMA and other martial arts, your guard becomes more loose, as attacks may hit anywhere from any appendage. It didn't necessarily pinpoint which martial art though. It could be anything, from karate to jiu jitsu to kempo to kung fu. The names were always hard to keep straightened out in his head, and a lot utilized the same general principles. He figured any eastern teaching might as well be another.

    As with any fight against someone bigger than you, Tyr wasn't all too surprised that her first attack was a kick. He was surprised, however, at how perfectly the ball of her heel hit his chest. The ball of her foot landed perfectly into his solar plexus - a small triangular shape of flesh beneath the sternum that grew considerably less muscle mass than the rest of the torso. It was one of the few textbook targets in martial arts Tyr knew about since it also happened to be directly over one's diaphragm. Even a small blow to the solar plexus could easily wind someone off guard. However, Tyr was a bit hardier than the average man and took the opportunity his teacher had one taught him long ago: "Your opponent just hit you? Good. They just gave you their arm. Don't let them take it back."

    Tyr did hunch over slightly from the blow. He was human, after all. he reached out with his right hand and grabbed for Kusanagi's ankle right as it moved up to her calf, hoping to grip and pull his arm back and locking her leg between his arm and his side as he would take a short step forward, turning his body bladewise. This action, if he managed to pull it off, would shift her body away from her center of gravity. At the very least, it would put her in striking range and she'd momentarily lose control over her left leg. Typically, it would throw someone off balance. At the very most, the height difference might throw her off her feet. He couldn't chance anything more than the worst case for him - missing. As a bit of insurance, as his right arm would reel back - with or without her leg - Tyr would throw a quick jab her way with his left, aiming for the upper torso/head area. With her leg in tow, it may pull her into his fist, increasing blunt force trauma. Without her leg in tow, it may still hit, but would nevertheless give her a reason to pull back before the next cycle of punches and kicks began.

[Yoko Kusanagi]

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Yoko felt her foot dig into the man, but instead of keeling over the man took the blow with little more than a grunt. Perhaps she had held back too much? Within a moment, an arm had wrapped around her leg and pulled her backwards. She could have avoided it with her full power easily enough, but she was impressed by the reaction. He had a good instinct. Take a blow to open a better opportunity. It was a style that, though reckless in the spiritual world, was often used to great effect by mortal combatants who could outpower their opponents. As her leg was pulled backwards, she watched the man’s body rotate. To the master of Kunlun it was a clear sign that she was about to be pulled into a jab.

The pull hadn’t only sought to keep her off balance, but also attempted to pull her up into the air. Neither of these were a problem for her. The Fullbringer twisted her body in the air without much effort. Her training in Kunlun, a style that featured a multitude of acrobatic movements, meant doing something like the splits was no issue for her at all. As she twisted, her right side came to face the man with her left leg having rotated within his grasp to keep it from twisting uncomfortably. Her arms were raised over her right side to catch the blow that she knew was coming. By the time it struck, her arms were already there.

This was not the result of superhuman speed, but rather of a difference in battle experience. Yoko was a master of the martial arts, and was able to easily read the movements of a human body. With the sharpness of her mind she had deduced his attack almost as quickly as he had thought of it. That was what had let her ready her guard so quickly. But her opponent would take one thing away from this attack beyond just her skill and reactionary ability. His jab had gone for her upper torso and met the woman’s left arm specifically. What he felt was not flesh, but metal. His hand had just slammed into an unmoving hunk of spiritual steel, and it would likely send a good shock through his system when her limb didn’t respond as softly as the rest of her body might have.

Though Yoko had been literally pulled off the ground by his strength, she was far from defenseless. In fact, that was more of his problem than hers. Even without terra firma beneath her right foot, Yoko kicked off of the air itself when she had twisted to raise her guard. An instant after that block happened, her right knee sped towards the man’s ribs. With one of his hands holding her left leg, and the other thrown out in a jab, he had left himself wide open to her counterblow. If it found its mark, he would likely release her left leg from the pain. If not, she removed it by force, with a bit more the human strength if necessary. Either way, after her leg was free the Fullbringer danced back a few paces and beckoned the man to come get her.

It was his turn to take the initiative, and she wanted to see what all he had in store for her. From that opening exchange it was clear that he was trained at least to an extent. Though the tactic was a bit brutish for her taste, it was simple and would have been effective against most anyone else in the room. Granted, Yoko was probably the lightest person in the room by nearly a hundred pounds, so it’s hard to say if he could actually have done that to anyone else. Still though, she admitted that she would have to actually try against an opponent like this if she continued to restrict herself to human levels of strength and speed. That’s what would make it interesting though, right?

[Tyr Krom]

    Tyr had to say his pleasant surprise turned out to be a Russian nesting doll of surprises. Kusanagi's maneuvering despite being somewhat restrained was remarkable - not only did his grapple prove to be ineffective in both disabling her and attacking her, it was also proving to be somewhat detrimental, as she also took this opportunity to knee him in the ribs and release herself rather quickly. Even for people who were trained in fighting, her form and finesse were superb. He grit his teeth in pain, but a grimace was not what spread over his face, but rather a grin as he doubled to the side in pain and shaking off his left hand. "She's a lot stronger than she looks. Her arm made of steel or something?" He resettled into his stance, eyes locked on his opponent. Her attacks seemed to be coming more for his lower body, so he dropped from a boxer's stance to an MMA stance - more loose with a slightly lower guard.

    She wasn't pressing her attack, though. If Kusanagi was aiming to win, she would not have stopped with the knee. After she regained herself, she would've seen his double as an opportunity to maintain the offensive. This meant either one of two things - either she was taking this as a friendly sparring match, or she was fucking with him. He erred on the former, considering she returned whatever sparring courtesies he gave her. In spirit of this train of thought, he decided to indulge himself a little with sparring banter. "You're a lot better than I expected you to be. Where'd you learn to fight?" He shouted above the general cacophony of the crowd around them. In a world where they were the only people there, he'd have paused for a moment to speak, but the crowd wanted to see action. Tyr took a step forward and threw out a few jabs, alternating left, left, right, left as well as aiming his first three punches for her face area and the fourth for a rib shot. Again, not particularly concerning himself with whether or not they hit hard or landed squarely. Jabs were used to overwhelm and disorient the opponent for the big-ticket punches. After the fourth punch, he threw a solid right hook, aiming for her jaw. He hoped his jabs had worn her down some to where his hand could reach past her guard and connect. Whether or not it actually did, he then immediately coiled back, putting some distance between the two. "Your form is very impressive."

[Yoko Kusanagi]

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Yoko’s tactics had been successful, which was always a welcome sight. She had both landed her blow and freed herself. Oddly enough, she realized that she had actually regretted not taking the hit a little bit. She wanted to see what this man was actually capable of. He was certainly an odd one with the bow at the start. Given that he threw a compliment her way as well it was clear that the man was far too respectful to be in a place like this. Then again, she was here too, so that was a bit of a moot point. To be polite she answered him truthfully, even though the whole truth would likely be taken as a bit of a joke.

”Catterick Garrison, Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria, and a mystical mountain range in the middle of nowhere. I do swear the last one is just as true as the rest.” Who knew if he’d take the whole thing as a load of rubbish because of the last, or if he would realize they were all true. It was fact that Yoko had studied with long lost monks to learn the forms she now used, but when she put it like that there was little doubt it would be taken as falsehood. At the end of the day, the words mattered far less than the action though, and her movements spoke for themselves. She had only spoken to return the formality. What she was here for was to see if this man was worth something more than a few nice words.

Eventually the man came for her. She had noted the change in his stance to protect more of his core, but his punches still felt like that of a boxer. If she had used all of her speed it would have been easy enough to block them all, but the nature of a punch rush made that tricky to do when using only human speed. The leading blow was blocked, then the next flowed smoothly into a dodge. Once more his left hand was blocked her right. By that moment he may have realized that Yoko had her eyes locked on his the entire time. She hadn’t even looked at where he’d thrown the punches, but instead just followed the movement of his eyes and used a few peripheral clues to figure where he would aim out.

So long as the attacks were mundane in nature, and well below her maximum speed, she could process the little details of his body well enough to block without watching the punches themselves. When the fourth straight punch came for her face, Yoko had grown tired of playing it the safe way and opted for something a little more fun. She slammed her forehead straight into his fist instead. Countering a punch with a headbutt was certainly unusual, but given her true strength she was completely unfazed by the attack. Tyr gave her no time to recover before throwing a hook, but she needed none anyway. An open hand caught that punch, and she attempted to throw the man only for him to pull away just in the nick of time.

Another compliment was offered, and Yoko returned it without most usual snark. ”Yours isn’t too shabby either. Not every day I actually feel the need to use most of my skill against another human.” That question had been a probe. Did he think she was crazy for that remark, or would he catch that she was a Fullbringer? As much as she wanted to waste lots of time sparring with him, she did have an actual job to do here. She could only indulge in so much play in one night after all. That said, there was time for a bit more if he neither got the point of that question nor forced her to use her true strength.

She closed the gap back towards him quickly enough and began her attack. She made as if she would lead with a right knee strike, the same attack she had just landed on him a moment ago. This one was aimed lower, but it was not followed through on. This was a feint to literally lower his guard. Instead that leg would snap back down and forwards at the same moment that she threw a punch with both hands towards Tyr’s shoulders. Assuming the feint had worked, at least one punch would likely land. Whether it worked or not, her right foot was behind Tyr’s left from the aftermath of the feint. She then pulled back with her right leg, intending to sweep her opponent’s limb out from under him in the process. Either way, she shuffled backwards a few paces after that, not intending to let the pace of the clash get too heated. This was still playtime for her, and she intended to enjoy it while it lasted.

[Tyr Krom]

    Tyr didn't process the information for terribly long. Afghanistan, Syria and Iraq have been a military hotbed for the past twenty years. He didn't fully digest that Yoko mentioned being in an actual unit, but the following descriptions made him put two and two together. As he had expected, none of his blows actually made contact with her. From what he'd seen thusfar, she was too keen to fall for such a standard string of punches. He was surprised that she managed to catch his hand. Tyr wasn't exactly a weak person, and he easily towered over her and outweighed her by probably over 75lbs. He pushed the thought that he might actually be outclassed out of his head. Putting yourself in the mentality that your opponent is leagues ahead of you puts yourself in a frantic defensive stance, and makes you overthink things too much. No, he was just being a little too careless. He'd have to tighten up his technique.

    Then she said something that took him completely off guard. "Another human? What the hell does that mean? Does she fight bears, or...?" His mind briefly thought back to all the strange things that had been happening to him recently, and the strange spiritual world he had his eyes opened to just a few months prior. It messed with his head, and he did the one thing you never do in a fight - he lost focus and dropped his guard. "Wait, what?" He was going to say more, but Yoko then came at him with her attack. With his brain attempting to get back on track with what was happening in front of him, he fell for her feint right knee and shot his hands out in an X-fist block for a blow that never came. He realized all too late that he was completely vulnerable. He braced for whatever was about to happen next.

    He had expected a left punch to his jaw - It's what he'd have done in Yoko's position. His entire body was hunched over, and he might as well have painted a bullseye on his face. Even a quick jab could've knocked him onto the floor with how surprisingly strong she was. Instead, he felt her fists collide with both of his shoulders. He lost his balance and his left foot came up to take a step back. It was all he could to regain his posture. He saw her right leg slide back and counted himself lucky that he lost his balance in such a way - that is, if she didn't press her attack. His left foot landed back behind his right. He reassumed his stance, but this time he kept his right foot forwards, left foot back - Southpaw, they call it. Usually for left-handed people.

    She had speed and flexibility on him. He had size and reach on her. That much was certain. What was uncertain who was better-versed in combat. His attacks and counters had been pretty much textbook - jabs, punches, and grabs. He hadn't tried anything away from stand-up fighting. He had to think of something that might throw her off. Anything that could let him get at least one blow in before this ended. The southpaw stance might do it, since most people didn't expect a southpaw fighter. He took a shuffle step forward to close the gap. Textbook wasn't working - perhaps something a little more unorthodox would help.

    Towards the end of his shuffle step, he planted his right foot and brought his left knee up only to feint it similarly to how Yoko had feinted hers. Instead he kicked his leg back and shot his left arm forward, executing a Superman punch aiming for her nose. If her guard was up, hopefully he'd be able to break through it for once. Once landed, he'd pivot his body to the left and throw a right uppercut aiming towards the jaw. He'd finish with his left arm shooting out again, aiming to grab her arm, her wrist, her hair, something. His intention was to move into a grapple. Perhaps he could gain some type of advantage with his superior weight in that case.

[Yoko Kusanagi]

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{Play This - Bleach OST 1 Destiny Awaits}

Once more the gap was closed, and once more her opponent tried his best to blow passed her defenses. He had switched to southpaw, but as far as combat stances were concerned, Yoko was nearly ambidextrous. Enough years of practice, and strength that drew from reiatsu more so than muscle had all but eliminated her preference. The specific punch he threw was definitely unorthodox, and the extra acceleration of it did catch her off guard a bit. Could she still have blocked it? Definitely. Would it have required a touch above human levels of speed? Also yes. That was why she let it hit her. She was intent on keeping this a fair fight, at least in that moment.

Her back foot slid back only an inch when contact was made, but her face just stared right at him, right passed the fist in her way. Yoko hadn’t even blinked when it hit her. She had felt the strength of his blows already, and she knew that he wasn’t a threat in terms of raw strength. Letting him land a punch right to the face without her even flinching was done to be fair, but also to send a message. This match had been given the politeness of a spar, but she wanted it to be clear that she didn’t feel threatened. This was an evaluation. She had allowed him to land a direct hit, but he followed up his punch with just another punch.

Disappointing.

She was done with complete restraint. His other arm threw an uppercut, and she caught it effortlessly. Her other arm caught the subsequent grapple attempt. His bones would creak as she gripped down on his hands with enough of her strength to ensure that he would be unable to break the grapple, but not enough to fracture his bones. ”Don’t get ahead of yourself.” She had been hoping that the opening she had offered him would have been filled with some kind of spiritual ability or finishing move, not just an uppercut or a grapple. He was a decent fighter, but nothing ultimately special, at least as far as this match had revealed thus far.

”You’re not bad, but you’re a hundred years too young to win a round against me.” The pressure on his hands would grow sharply. ”I would rather not make you require a doctor. You are honorable. Submit before I am forced to hurt you.” It was not a question, nor a suggestion. It was an order, with very obvious consequences if he did not. Every moment he waited, the force on his hands would increase. If he did not submit, both of his hands would be broken within a minute. She told him only one more time.”Submit.” If he did not do so, he would find this match at an end through a far more painful route.

But then, as they stood there at the apparent end of their match, a noise echoed across the warehouse. It was the cry of a hollow, a sound Yoko knew all too well. She had abandoned the idea of anyone else here being spiritually aware at this point, and resolved to go deal with it herself. Her hands dropped from the grapple one way or another, and she turned to face the sound. ”It appears I have more pressing matters at hand.” In the dim light of the warehouse, she couldn’t make out exactly where the Hollow was without releasing her Fullbring, and that was something she’d rather not do. Depending on the actions Tyr had taken, and his disposition, this was either a chance for him to gather more information, or to take a cheap shot at Yoko while her attention was elsewhere.

[Tyr Krom]

((I was imagining this instead))

After all was said and done, Tyr was not at all happy with the state of affairs. His opening punch had connected as he had hoped, but it wasn't the quick stun punch he needed to open Kusanagi up for another flurry of blows. Instead, the punch didn't faze her at all. If his eyes weren't deceiving him, he could've sworn that her head didn't even move with the force of impact. Instead, her eyes drilled holes back into his own, underlining just how much stronger, how better, she was than him. Tyr's uppercut was abruptly stopped, as was his attempt to grab a hold of his target, both of which were inhumanly strong in comparison to her previous attacks. "She's been holding back this whole time. How could I have been so foolish?" He had failed himself, really. He had underestimated his opponent greatly, and he had forgotten where they were. This wasn't some dojo or boxing ring where opponents were friends - This was an underground fighting ring, where people bit and gouged at eachother for money.

This sudden rush of reality made him painfully aware of just how much he had pushed himself. His left hand burned and stung painfully - more than likely the result of boxer's fractures in his knuckles and wrist. Hit was painful to breathe - more likely a result of trauma to his diaphragm. This, coupled with pain in his shoulder joins and the now crushing pain on his forearms made him realize that even if she was not going to try and win by submission, the match would've been over by knockout at most and a TKO at least. He hadn't "traded" blows with her at all - in fact, he had done nothing but receive, trying fruitlessly to compete. He took another breath, turning into a yell of pain as his opponent squeezed down even harder, forcing Tyr to his knees. Her words rang empty in his head. "Submit... Submit..." There wasn't a whole lot of reason to continue. He was beat, plain and simple. The crowd's cheering and roaring drowned out as he looked up at her and gave a cocksure grin, beginning to chuckle. He was going to open his mouth to tell her no as he forced himself back up onto his feet, but his words died in his throat when he heard the Hollow's screech.

The fear that Tyr had been shoving into the back of his mind - the fear of helplessly struggling against a superior adversary - came rushing back to greet him, coated this time with the promise of blood and death. "No..." It would be a bloodbath. Regardless of how this thing acted, it had a buffet of victims to choose from, and as far as he was aware, the only person that could possibly stand in its way until a Shinigami or someone else capable of destroying it came along. "No no no NO, This can NOT be happening." he clenched his hands into fists and grit his teeth, turning towards the sound of the cry, not paying much attention to the fact that Yoko had released her grip and was also staring in the same direction. He didn't even hear the words she said to him over the crowd's jeers and booing. His one-track mind was focused on only one objective: Fight for survival. These people were lowlives and scumbags, but if his previous encounters taught him anything, it was that Hollows were pure malevolent evil. He had to protect these people, and prevent the evil from getting stronger.

He cracked his knuckles in anticipation for what was to come. "Get behind me."

[Yoko Kusanagi]

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{Play This - Hero Aca OST - Just Another Hero Instrumental Version}

It wasn’t often that Yoko’s tough guy facade fell by the wayside. Typically it happened only among those who she trusted with her life. This was a situation where it was imperative to appear strong and in control. She was surrounded by hundreds of men that probably wanted a piece of her in more way than one. But then Tyr had stepped in front of her and tried to protect her and she completely and utterly lost her shit. The Fullbringer burst out into laughter. It wasn’t that his actions weren't appreciated, but she simply couldn’t contain herself when faced with the idea of her needing protection against a base hollow. Even an adjuchas was no match for her.

One important detail hadn’t been lost on her either though. She had been wrong. At least one person here, her opponent in this last round, was spiritually aware. He was clearly postured towards the threat, and was obviously aware of its presence. Guess that meant there was someone here who was actually worth something. The others were far from innocent bystanders for the most part, but they were still technically civilians. It wasn’t wise to let them be casualties just out of indifference. Thankfully, all it would take to keep the Hollow focused on her would be a bit of reiatsu. Hopefully that energy wouldn’t just end up attracting more of them, but that was a risk she’d have to take.

A golden aura flared up around Yoko as she spoke to the crowd. ”Sorry folks, but it looks like the fights are over for tonight. You all know who I am, and most of you probably know what I do. My name is Yoko Kusanagi, Leader of Uzaki Enterprises Emergency Response Team. Tonight, you can sleep easily, for I’m not here to arrest any of you. I’m here for the monster in the rafters.” Her reiatsu had, sure enough, caught the creature’s attention. It surveyed her from a distance as it debated the best way to bite her head off. But for a moment both that creature and everyone else in the room would feel an unmistakable wave of fear wash over them as Yoko’s flexed reiatsu burst out in a usage of Cog.

”That said, this is the part where you all need to either run away or risk death in the crossfire.” She paused for a moment to let the fear sink in. ”If I were you, I’d start running.” A hand was placed on Tyr’s shoulder. ”You, on the other hand, should stay.” She felt the tension in him, and the slight shake of his body as he stared down a monster. Based on the power he had displayed so far, he wasn’t used to fighting off these denizens of the afterworld. ”Today’s the day you kill your first Hollow. I’ll back you up if it looks like things are going badly, so don’t worry too much.”

She stepped in front of the man, as she had caught the whiff of more than one monster. Her fears had been confirmed, and only a second later the cries of a dozen or more hollows filled the warehouse. Looks like there was no choice now, but at least the crowd had started to flee. ”There’s no need to worry since I’m here… and I AM GUNDAM: AEGIS!” In an instant, golden specks of reitsu flew out and covered her whole body before they formed into a solid, white, metal suit of armor over her whole body. A red shield rested on her left arm, with a rifle in her right hand. A pistol was on her left hip, and what appeared to be the Master Sword was on her right hip.

Without any more fanfare, she tossed the rifle to Tyr. ”Happy hunting.” With that said, she leapt up into the rafters of the warehouse, drew her blade, and began hunting down the hollows that were foolish enough to try and grab a free snack out of the fleeing underworld denizens. Creatures like these were no threat to her, and fell one after the next, but she kept an eye down below on Tyr the whole time. If he’d been following the news at all lately, he’d likely recognize the form of Aegis from some of the recent stories… but she wasn’t in search of recognition right now. She was mostly just keeping an eye on him to make sure that the second strongest spiritual signature in the room didn’t get eaten by a Hollow.

Reiatsu: 1200/1500
-100 Cog
-500 Fullbring Stage 2
+300 GN Drive

((Lots of OOC notes on abilities used in this post, sorry!))

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{Rifle Given to Tyr}Name: HK-417 Battle Rifle
Appearance: Link
Slots Required: 1 Main
Effective Range: 500 meters
Power: 800
Speed: 800
Ammo Capacity: 20
Special Traits: Fire select can switch between semi-auto, 3-shot burst, and fully automatic.
Alternate Fire: None.
Spawn Cost: 200.
Drawback: Iron sights mean accuracy is poor unless two hands are used to aim. If fired from one hand, only one in two bullets (at maximum) can be perfectly on-target. This persists regardless of weapon skill. Standard Energy Shots ignore this drawback, but can only be fired at a semi-auto rate of fire.

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{Sword}Name: Physical Sword
Appearance:] Varies. Any sword she's seen can be replicated in terms of form.
Slots Required: 1 Main Slot if length of the blade is >10 inches. Shorter blades use 1 Sub slot.
Effective Range: Melee.
Power: Based on wielder's stats.
Speed: Based on wielder's stats.
Ammo Capacity: N/A
Special Traits: Spiritual Steel Durability. Edges can be made blunt when swords are formed.
Alternate Fire: N/A
Spawn Cost: 50
Drawback: It's not a gun, and it doesn’t do anything beyond cut people.

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{Shield}Name: MMI-RG59V Mobile Shield
Appearance: Link
Slots Required: 1 Sub
Effective Range: N/A
Power: Based on wielder's stats.
Speed: Based on wielder's stats.
Ammo Capacity: N/A
Special Traits: Can freely convert between a buckler-sized shield for storage or skirmishing and a tower-shield for full-on tanking. Additionally, the shield can be forearm-mounted so that a hand is not needed, and orientation can be changed on the fly between parallel to the arm, perpendicular to the arm, or any point in between. Durability is that of spiritual steel, requiring an attack stat of twice Yoko’s reiatsu strength to destroy it completely or cut straight through it, but it can be damaged by any attacks with simple superiority.
Alternate Fire: N/A
Spawn Cost: 100
Drawback: High cost for no offense.

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{Pistol}Name: Beretta 92FS
Appearance:Link
Slots Required: 1 Sub Slot
Effective Range: 50 meters
Power: 600
Speed: 600
Ammo Capacity: 10
Special Traits: Can be equipped with a suppressor for 50 additional reiatsu.
Alternate Fire: None.
Spawn Cost: 100
Drawback: Low range, low power, low speed, and only a moderate ammo capacity. This is just a basic sidearm. The only reason to use it is for the low cost, or if you need a suppressed weapon.

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{Cog}[Stage One: Cog]: By giving up 100 Reiatsu, the user pumps an explosive amount of intimidating power out. Anyone of inferior class will immediately be intimidated. This does not mean they won't fight. Those who are weak enough in comparison will feel a huge, exaggerated surge of power that will probably make them surrender. This can also be used on Hollows to actually scare them away instead of having to kill them. This does NOT work on animals! It only works on "intelligent beings." This means unless it has a similar to human intelligence, this wont' work on an animal.

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{GN Drive}GN Drive is the most straightforward of the three properties. While it sounds like GN Drive could be a great racecar engine, it's actually better known by fans as a Solar Furnace. The GN Drive’s sole purpose is to generate more reiatsu. As far as gathering reiatsu goes, this is where the name Solar Furnace comes into play. The GN Drive is capable of converting light energy into spiritual energy at a rate of up to 600 reiatsu per post. While this may sound impressive, it still lags behind the capabilities of a Quincy by a good deal. The Solar Furnace requires sunlight to function correctly, and this means that it only works at full capacity outside, during the day, in the world of the living or Soul Society. Hueco Mundo and Hell have no sunlight, so the GN Drive can never function at full capacity there. Furthermore, its reiatsu generation is halved in fully cloudy weather, at night, or indoors, assuming there is still some kind of light source. It won’t function at all in complete darkness, or if the only light source is emanating from the wielder. However, the half-effectiveness cuts don’t stack. It’ll always pull in at least 300 reiatsu per post so long as there is a light source. Still, this means that anyone with an ability to manipulate the weather can seriously impact the drive's reiatsu generation. It also doesn't help her stamina at all, so using too much reiatsu too quickly will still knock her out. Her reiatsu also cannot exceed more than her maximum. Any excess is wasted.

[Tyr Krom]

Tyr's blood ran cold as Yoko's words echoed off the walls of a now dead silent warehouse. He couldn't have imagined that this woman would have such a terrifying presence when she needed to. This was followed by a clamor of spectators rushing to leave, some shoving others out of the way and pushing Tyr as they frenzied for the exit. Tyr remained steadfast though his body ached and his eyes strained to locate the target, a wave of adrenaline crashing into him that screamed to fight or perish. He felt Yoko's hand on his shoulder, and her words once again rang out across the building, and was answered with a chorus of Hollow cries. "There must be about a dozen of them..." But his despair was short-lived as Kusanagi materialized weapons and armor. It was more amazing than anything Tyr had seen before; a new topper in the list of oddities he's experienced since arriving in Japan. A mix of old and new - a suit of armor both futuristic and antiquated in design, with a weapon to match.

She tossed him a rifle, and he felt some what detached from himself as he grabbed it, immediately racking the bolt carrier assembly and checking the select-fire. His conscription time had given him a fundamental understanding of firearms, especially common NATO weapons like this, but he was never too good with them. He distinctly recalled that this particular rifle was used by marksmen in the Norwegian army - a role he was far too inaccurate to achieve. Nevertheless, he flipped the select-fire to a 3-round burst and shouldered his rifle, acquiring his first targets as they began to appear out of the shadows.

The first target he could see was about twenty meters or so away from him - an emaciated mass of flesh and bone with a signature white skull mask,burning red eyes and a hole through its abdomen. It was smaller than some Hollow he had seen prior, only standing about half a foot taller than he was, but it seemed to be just as relentless as it let out a screech and began to lumber towards him. He fired thrice, two of the three volleys managing to hit the Hollow in the chest/neck area, but did little more than hurt the monster, ripping flesh away as it cried out in pain. It lunged for Tyr, knocking him to the ground with its long, knifelike claws poised to stab him in the chest. Tyr moved frantically, jamming the rifle forward into the Hollow's mask, a sickening crunch being heard as the barrel's muzzle pierced the Hollow's mask, and when he pulled the trigger he was the mask shatter and fly away, the rest of the Hollow dissolving into mist along with it.

He clambered to his feet as another lunge towards him, this time from the right side. He tried to duck under the Hollow's swipe at him, but was a little too slow as the Hollow's claws grazed him on the right shoulder and down his arm to the elbow. Tyr responded by driving the butt of the rifle into the Hollow's jawline. It snapped the Hollow's head back and gave way to Tyr pulling the rifle back around for two more three-round bursts, cracking the mask in several places. The Hollow did not go down and instead opened his cracking and breaking maw and lunged forward again, this time for a bite. Tyr braced the rifle with both hands, effectively wedging it between the roof and jaw of the Hollow's mouth. The Hollow screamed and strained against the gunmetal, further breaking itself against the steel and carbonfiber until it's mask shattered under the stress, destroying the Hollow with it. Unfortunately, the rifle's barrel and upper receiver were bent sideways out of the lower receiver. It didn't take a gun expert to tell the thing was useless now.

He had only taken down two, and there were definitely more Hollow than that. He was too focused on his own survival to see how many Kusanagi had taken down, and there was no telling how many more were left. His head swiveled, looking for new opponents, his body settling into a muscle-memory fueled boxing stance. The Hollow were smaller... maybe they were lesser? Weaker somehow? He might be able to take some down in hand-to-hand before his body completely gave out. After that, though, he'd have to rely on the strength of his compatriot to see things through.

[Yoko Kusanagi]

((The rifle has the durability of Yoko’s Stage Two Fullbring, so a basic Hollow shouldn’t be able to really damage it, but I’ll let it slide for dramatic effect.))

To Yoko, this was an almost calming fight. She cleaved through Hollow after Hollow without an ounce of effort. She had released not even for herself, but only to give Tyr a weapon to defend himself with. Were she on her own, she wouldn’t even feel vaguely threatened in a situation like this. Small fry like this were, if she was honest with herself, rather boring. She cut down foe after foe, but more always seemed to show up from the shadows. It was the same as what usually happened. Her reiatsu killed them, and it attracted more of them. They would keep showing up until enough of them realized who they were dealing with and decided to retreat.

But it wasn’t just about her right now. No, she was just keeping herself busy, and keeping an eye on Tyr. He seemed to have his hands full, even though he was just facing off against the small fry. Still, his determination and guts were admirable. She wished that she had a way to give him a suit of armor, but all she had been able to give him was a weapon. That was all her Fullbring could offer. After the second Hollow, it seemed like Tyr was at his limits. A third one approached him, bigger than the rest, and it showed the telltale red glow of a bala on its hands.

That was something that Yoko couldn’t permit as a learning experience. Tyr had taken a bit of a beating already, but nothing life threatening enough that Yoko had needed to intervene. Bala was different. Bala could kill in one blow. With nought but a flickering pillar of light left behind in her wake she appeared between Tyr and the beast, but all the man would immediately see was the explosion as the Bala went off right in Yoko’s face. When the dust would clear, her armor became visible, and it was clear that she was unscathed. Her shield had taken the entire impact, and she was completely unharmed as a result.

Without her even raising her hand, her sword flew straight into the mask of the Hollow and embedded itself there. Within another moment, the Hollow had faded to ash. Soon enough, the rest of them seemed to realize they were outmatched. One by one, they retreated back into the gap between the worlds, and ultimately back to Hueco Mundo. With the threat gone, she dismissed her Fullbring and returned to her normal appearance. ”Well, that was a decent workout for me, but you look like you could use a trip to the ER friend. Unless you’re doing better than you look, we’ll take my bike over to get you patched up, and you can ask me all you want en route. Sound like a plan?”

Reiatsu: 1500/1500
+300 from GN Drive

[Tyr Krom]

Tyr's gaze met that of a larger Hollow as it appeared from the void to face him. It was larger than the other Hollow he was squaring off against; easily towering over him and was bulkier than its scrawny counterparts. Tyr rolled his shoulders, feeling the stabbing pain in his shoulder from the last Hollow's attacks. He was ready for this... Whatever the outcome. The Hollow raised its fist to Tyr, a red light shining from it. He was almost certain that this was either going to end him or it would put him in a position to be ended rather quickly. In the next moment, however, Tyr was both surprised and awestruck by Kusanagi's sudden appearance in front of him - as well as her skillful block and subsequent counterattack of this adversary. One by one the other Hollow faded back into the void, and the two were alone.

Tyr idly probed and prodded at his skin, assessing the damage. The wounds on his right shoulder would scar, definitely. It was deep enough that he could push and pull the skin and a good chunk of flesh underneath it, but the blood coming out didn't really tell him how deep. He didn't know much more about how serious it was, but he didn't feel too much pain from it. By comparison, his chest and ribs hurt a lot more - a constant pain on inhale and exhale as opposed to a dull constant stinging. To be honest, it felt a lot like a skinned elbow or knee. Tyr understood Kusanagi had said something, but it took a moment for it to register in his head what she was proposing. He blinked a few times, coming back into reality. "Hm. Yes... Yes of course. I do have many questions." He began to unwrap his boxing tape, carefully rolling them up before stuffing them into his back pocket as he stepped outside into the crisp night air. "Vhat are you exactly? You see the demons as I do, but you lack the robes and veapons of the reapers. What vere you doing here? You're not here for sport and you're clearly not hurting for money. What vas that explosion? Was it you or ze Hollow? And uh..." Tyr stopped a moment before realizing he was rambling a bit. "What happens from the ER, you and I? We just part ways like usual?"

[Yoko Kusanagi]

Well well, wasn’t he full of questions? He couldn’t even wait for the ride to start asking, but Yoko knew what the order of operations needed to be. Tough as he was, Tyr had lost more blood than she was comfortable with, and wanted to get him patched up sooner rather than later. She turned for the door without answering a single question and motioned for him to follow. ”Let’s get moving first. You have the rest of your life for those answers, and that might not be too long unless you see a doctor.” She was no medical expert, but she’d seen plenty of wounds in her time. Tyr would probably live, but probably wasn’t good enough for her.

She mounted her motorcycle and threw on a helmet, not because she needed one, but because the second one she one she offered to Tyr had a coms system in it that would let them hear each other over the noise of the road. Once he was on boarded and helmeted up, she took off a more gentle pace than she normally might. Only twice the speed limit, rather than quadruple it. Sure enough, the questions were answered just as she had promised. ”I’m a Fullbringer. A human with powers that surpasses the monsters and keeps this city safe. I was here in search of others like myself. Others with the potential to be something greater. I was here looking for you.”

Without a care in the world, she blew straight through a red light while on route to the hospital. Her reaction times and personal speed was more than enough to guide the bike through any traffic that got in her way without it even looking like they were in danger. Hell, she didn’t even blink at it. City traffic was painfully slow in her eyes. ”The explosion was a technique that the Hollows can use. Bala. It’s just a fast exploding projectile. Nothing too fancy when you’ve seen what the tough ones have to offer.” Soon enough she had pulled up in front of the hospital on her bike. Her helmet was removed, and she answered the final one of Tyr’s questions.

”As for what happens now, that’s up to you. I’d personally prefer that you take this,” she said as she offered him her business card, ”and give me a call when you’re all patched up so that I can help you put your talents to good use. You could be a valuable asset to us at Uzaki Enterprises, and we could help you learn to harness and control your powers so that you can defend yourself, and others, from the creatures that go bump in the night. For now though, this is where I leave you. Think about it, and call me if you want in.” With her piece said, once Tyr got off the bike, he’d find himself at the hospital.

And he would find himself with not just one card in his hands, but two. The first was Yoko’s business card, and the second was an American Express Black Card. The fabled card with no limits. It was implied that it was just to pay for his hospital stay, and that he’d return it when he came to visit her at Uzaki Enterprises, but the card was in his hands. Of course the next thing on Yoko’s agenda was to go call the accountant and let them know to deauthorize that card for anything other than the hospital she had dropped Tyr off at, but hopefully that was unnecessary. Either way, she sped off into the night and left him there to go get his treatment.