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Post by Kenichi Takeshi on Dec 28, 2009 18:41:54 GMT 1
The sun was shining throughout the clear skies with a slow movement of clouds on the path of wherever they would go. The swipe of someones fist could come clearly through the atmosphere while punching in a fast motion in its own right that could be called dangerous. Cautiously moving his body at high speeds in order to get a greater feel for his bodies motions.
His fist went right as he ducked, and left as he swerved his fist and collect the air with each punch making faster reflexes and working through his body movements and skills. As such he ducked and came upward with a large uppercut, slicing through the air, in a metaphorical sense and then going back to standing, placing the weight of the balls of his feet and waiting once more.
More so did his body move, his hips and foot scratching the dirt of the landscape with outstretched legs and arms. Slowly his eyes closed as he punched forward and then release a surge of pressure with a twist in his fist. He started back to punching the air once more, breathing in then out with every step forward, releasing his punches in swiping motions.
Left and right he weaved with his own rhythm, punching forward once more, dodging various shadowed blows. and relaxing into his rhythm more and more. He stepped forward, moved with a twist in his hip, and placed all his power into the blow forward. He breathed in then out, scratching his head as he began to run once again, and started to punch the opening in front of him quickly. Maneuvering left and right once again, he carefully slipped forward with three body blow, cuts and weaves to catch his shadow opponent in a hook.
Beginning his run once more, he moved forward and sighed. "Today's pretty boring..."
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Post by Eviscerate on Dec 28, 2009 22:39:10 GMT 1
Transgressing through the park unseen had become a rather easy task, the fiends of the night either slain or classified as run-aways, their fears driving their tails behind their legs and deep into their proverbial anuses. But I cared not for such meaningless fodder, for Senpai’s task was complete. Garbed in pure black, I held Ringaryuu within its long sheathe, an iron grip holding the weapon upon my left while my right tingled of freedom. Had it not been for a nearby peculiar sight, my imminent return to the Seireitei would’ve occurred ’pon my exit. However, flying fists some distance before me would attract my attention enough that I’d settle my movement and continued my surveillance. Words remained devoid of my purse lips, as my stoic expression would speak volumes for me. His form…it was off.
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Post by Kenichi Takeshi on Dec 28, 2009 23:07:43 GMT 1
The gesture of his body while sweeping through the atmosphere as he stopped and spun his fist in the results of a spiral rotation, pushing into a tree and drilling into it with just the wind, he grinned. "My energy has gotten better equipped with the use of power throughout my fist..." His form went back to punching and started to maneuver in quick succession, colliding with great blows towards the body.
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Post by Eviscerate on Dec 28, 2009 23:38:47 GMT 1
It was his azure colored hair was what had entranced me the most, shimmering as he moved with impressive agility across the empty park. Such odd-colored locks suddenly began morphing into an untraceable blue mesh, creating a fleshing afterimage capable of leaving the untrained eye in awe. I however, harder than steel and able to crush it, would not lollygag on such simplicities, a simple low ‘hmph’ ringing his way as a minor tribute to this somewhat impressive display of martial arts. Who was this boy…? Dealing with him seemed like nothing more than a simple exercise in futility, but given the speedy nature of my completed assignment, I would have time to linger. Though his essence stank of spiritual energy, his shell was nothing more than human. Interesting…
“…doesn’t it hurt hit that tree…?”
To a simple question would inevitably come a simple answer, but for the sake of prying within this simpleton’s psyche and uncovering his true potential, I’d allow him to forge his own outer image. I remained in place still and in place, my grip held over Ringaryuu (like my general relaxed stance) never faltering. Words spoken amongst deep breaths would make this mystery even more, and as this unknown young male continued to analyze himself, I'd find reason to interject. My voice, spoken low, deep and without trace of emotion, would surely grab his attention – should he be able to see me, that is…
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Post by Kenichi Takeshi on Dec 29, 2009 0:00:05 GMT 1
A stark contrast his usual calm exterior came with the man's abrupt interrupting, breaking the silence he had once had within the depths of his mind. A quick maneuver of his fist came as he punched behind himself, and stood ready. "Who the hell are you ,and how did you get to me without me hearing what you did or sensing you?" His fists clenched and ready, he kept himself ready for anything.
"You have killing intent I see, not unlike that creature I defeated just last week, who are you?" Holding both arms and fists to his face, he began to sway quietly watching the mans figure, and the weapon he had near his torso. Slowly the winds blew, his fists still ready for anything. "..." He began to slide his foot forward, watching him still. making sure that he had no openings that good be exploited, by blocking his body with his arms.
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Post by Eviscerate on Dec 29, 2009 0:43:47 GMT 1
Hmph. His reaction was expected, the struggles of a bewildered and surprised mortal wishing to know more than his already expired soul dictated he should. He’d receive little response from me other than my never-changing cold stare, though underneath my idle, uninterested appearance, an eager and excited spirit suddenly came to life. The stance which he took alluded to the physical dance that was to come, but before I allowed this foolish youth to live behind his fists instead of his heart, a few words would be offered. They were given lazily, spoken in a death tone equal to his stoic presence held.
“Killing intent…? Boy, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet...!”
A sinister grin line tore across my facade as a swift movement of my right hand pushed my lengthy blade even further from its oppressive confines. At this point, a few inches of shiny steel would emerge in a single jerk, my quick moving appendage purposely creating uncertainly for mere sake of testing the youth’s reflexive abilities. Was he scared…? Was he jumpy…? Only time would tell.
“…who am I, young one? I am a straight nightmare. I am the most extreme walking, talking, breathing exigent circumstance…”
“…and best of all? I am right here – just for you!!!”
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Post by Kenichi Takeshi on Dec 29, 2009 1:00:28 GMT 1
His body twitched at the sight of the blade, as he saw the movement speed, quickly jolting backwards to dodge a would be blow. Showing that he did at least have quickness enough to maneuver through the blows attack, and frowned. "So you think that, you are a true nightmare, in physical form?" A swaying grin came under his posture, from underneath his fists he began to sway once again.
"I like the killing intent, but I'm not scared of you, actually, you thought that the killing intent would make me scared, didn't you?" He stepped forward and moved at a great and swift skill, his fist outlined as he came forward and brushed towards the man's face with a single blow, and within that split second came with another punch towards the body. "In other words, if you are the nightmare... I'm the dream!"
His fist arose in a near instantaneous motion, a whistle of wind coming, as the leaves in the trees and on the ground blew, as if a tornado had came.
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Post by Eviscerate on Dec 29, 2009 1:43:36 GMT 1
Killing intent…? Hardly. My murderous will would be reserved only for the most nefarious of beasts, not mere commoners; no, this was just a test. His approach, although mighty, was much too straightforward to leave me neither bewildered nor surprised. No…it seemed that while this youngster’s promise was expansive, his ability to put his strength into use was a fraction’s fraction of such an apparently poor estimate taken on my behalf. I remained without expression nor emotion, anticipating his glaringly obvious fist and quickly concocting a counter-attack. He was an expert at offensive hand to hand fighting, yes, but while he excelled in the way of the fist, I would both move like the wind and strike with it.
Fool!
Six feet of solid, cold steel led the way as my zanpakuto was unleashed from its prison, granted the ability to taste blood within only seconds of its inception into this most clam reality. Having the reach advantage, I’d allow metal to sing death across my opponent’s torso, the initial blow aimed underneath wherever his leading fist resided. With the motion of his hands opposite to the quickly moving blade, it’d be impossible for even an expert of the fist to cease the approaching violence – not that it matter, as Shunpo [1/8] ensured the entire sequence of events were carried out flawlessly, even before the second blow within my victim's combination was completed. Under the influence of god-like speed, my movement curved forward and around my opponent’s direct straight rush, its nature arc-like until I reached his flank in order to support both my counter and my relocation.
Was it over already…?
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Post by Kenichi Takeshi on Dec 29, 2009 1:55:15 GMT 1
His arm was sliced through and with a simple gasp he held his footing and blinked moving from side to side with his eyes on the blade of the attacker, and started to maneuver his fist at a great pace, and with a large yet quick fist he stepped backwards and gasped. "You are pretty good nightmare..."
His legs started to move forward once more, his eyes glaring at the swordsman. "But... I'm not that easy to cleave down!" He swept his fist once more, starting with great agility, his foot pushing forward and began to shoot both his fist at great speed, trying to catch the opponent off-guard with the speed of his fists. "I can move fast too!"
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Post by Eviscerate on Dec 30, 2009 17:01:21 GMT 1
Blood. A stream of this most forsaken and coveted essence emerged from the wound I had dealt in a brilliant fashion, though how the laceration landed on his arm baffled me, for its true target was the underexposed portion of his torso. Regardless, in the end this perhaps was for the better; after all, I wasn’t trying to truly kill him. During my travels I had simply grown bored, and in this instance, the apparition of such potential piqued my interest. His ability to see me hinted at his soul being above any level of normality, though just how far his ascension went was yet unknown; hence the ‘test’. His movement screamed of apt fury as he attempted to keep up with my blade, and after seemingly shrugging off my attempted evisceration, he’d respond with a bit fire of his own.
Close combat. Use of feet and fists. Slow. Disengage…
It began with a set of steps backwards, followed by a quick lunge forward and a delivery of flying fists that nearly blurred their existence into nothing. However, despite his prowess, I had sense his speed was no match for mine [agility non-spec. < hoho spec.], and without much effort, my escape was complete. The initial Shunpo already allowed me to blow past his side during his first strike, and as a random fist brushed by my side, the second one [2/8] continued the trend of opposite travel, leaving me at least twenty meters from the youth. He’d most likely find his fist entering a zone of nothingness as he progressed, air greeting him as my figure seemingly shifted away almost instantly within his mind's eye...
“Hmph. I misjudged you...maybe in a few years – yeah right!!!”
“You’ll probably be eaten by then…”
My sarcasm was dry, but meant to stir up something anything dwelling within this youth. I had quickly grown bored and soon enough, I’d rid myself of this world. He had only one more chance to prove himself – open palmed, I’d eagerly await his final act.
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Post by Kenichi Takeshi on Dec 30, 2009 23:22:55 GMT 1
"What did you s-" A vein popped out of his head with a grip of his fists, starting to wrap in startling golden light. "You must not know..." The energy from his fist glowed more so, his arm bleeding slowly.
"All talk huh, well it seems that you can't fight in close range, and though you have greater speed, so it would seem, you aren't stronger then me... One blow, I bet you are finished." His eyes glared towards the man.
The energy was glowing brightly in his right fist flowing, but not yet complete. "Well come on, you have something to say right, say it a little closer, nightmare." His aura began to glow brightly, he grinned. "Well?" He glared, frowning. "Come closer..."
Charging: 1/2
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Post by Eviscerate on Dec 31, 2009 4:25:26 GMT 1
His fist…is glowing…? The appearance of a sudden power vacuum within my opponent's constitution would receive my undivided attention, the tasty morsel of information picked up as he spouted words laced in useless rage. Unlike my irate compadre before me, I had trained my battle sense to be most keen and observant, attaining bits of information that, while appearing completely useless to the common passerby, would change the tides of history when placed within my capable hands. A one man wrecking crew, the pride of the Second Division, and Senpai’s most prized possession – I was truly the perfect weapon. Wielding pure vengeance within my very hands, I’d remind this insolent soul of the perfections within their world such mortals as himself were simply incapable of attending.
“You wanna hear what I have to say…?”
“...Then promise me you won’t ever forget these words, child!”
My right hand was now extended, the left clutching my zanpakutou lightly as it rested atop my shoulder. Upon the completion of my most seriously spoken incantation, my extended hand would attain a swift blue glow, bright as the imminent release of reiatsu made itself clear. Much like my unfortunate enemy’s appendage the glow was now complete, though I needed not to dwell on such childish temptations. It was horrendously obvious this boy was dependent solely con close combat, for his ape-like prowess was limited only to his hands and fists. Even with a gradual increase in power, if he could never catch me, it’d all be worth shit.
“Ye lord. Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man. Truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws...”
On my face was a most asinine grin, silently laughing in the face of this child’s most intense seriousness – would the glass finally break...?
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Post by Kenichi Takeshi on Dec 31, 2009 6:12:15 GMT 1
The power surged, an aura had drafted around his fist, his body moving forward as he raced forward. "You son of a bitch!" He screamed louder and growled. "Fierce... Burst!" His fist shot forward, s a huge energy began to crush the ground underneath him screaming as had moved forward, his body outstretched.
As the blast shot forth, the energy was released in a projectile fashion, giving the energy the look of a spiraling bright ball, seemingly of the sun. The great strength destroying things close by such as grass and rocks, going straight through them.
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Post by Eviscerate on Jan 3, 2010 5:06:16 GMT 1
Twenty meters had been the distance that been established our separation a few seconds earlier, created in anticipation of the rage fueled rush my maimed opponent would emote once I begun to tear his figure asunder. During this time, the reiatsu within our fists continued to increase exponentially, the various colored auras displayed hinting at a difference in each of the up-and-coming attack’s base. Now, as both canons prepared to blast their blessed payloads, their unique delivery began, as well as a fierce race against time for whomever wished to survive this imminent clash of opposing energies. Though I was still midst my incantations, the boy chose to rush, his figure tearing across the plains as he desperately attempted to deliver the blast in the form of a condensed projectile blast.
Fool!
Concentrated reiatsu or not, this would simply not translate into increased speed, allowing me to Shunpo [3/8] away from any semblance of harm in a horizontal manner, before it even left its makeshift barrel; upon my arrival, the blast so acutely chanted and charged moments ago would now be unleashed, the boy most likely still unleashing the last of his blast as his simple mind struggle to comprehend the nature of the near-instant displacement. Fiery blue rage would concentrate upon his lower body, my fears for costing his life forcing me to instead opt for making his escape – or even movement – a most impossible and painful feat. Still twenty meters away but now ninety degrees different than my previous location, I was silent in my homicidal delivery; his back and left-most flank would soon burn.
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[/font][/size] Hadō No. 33: Sōkatsui (Way of Destruction No. 33: Blue Fire, Crash Down)
Type: Destruction Art.
Description: The user gather reiatsu to their fingers, extending the palm of their dominant hand to point towards the target, fingers extended. The off hand is placed on the dominant shoulder, with the palm facing away from the body. The index and middle fingers of the off hand are extended straight up and the rest are folded into the palm. The dominant hand will crackle with blue energy before releasing a large, flame-like burst of reiatsu from that spreads out in a wide cone fashion, dealing harsh burns to whatever is struck by the reiatsu.
Incantation: Ye lord! Mask of flesh and bone, flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man! Truth and temperance, upon this sinless wall of dreams unleash but slightly the wrath of your claws! Hado no Sanjuusan: Sōkatsui!
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Post by Kenichi Takeshi on Jan 3, 2010 17:45:57 GMT 1
He grinned, he had anticipated this, knowing that the speed technique would be used to dodge his attack. "I knew it, you son of a bitch, dodging when you don't need to!" He began to run towards the man with his fist ready,the blast exploding causing a massive damage into the wall close by.
"You keep dodging, and running, hit an run tactics are stupid, dumbass!" He said taking the blow, his body burning from such an attack, growling as he felt the burns and powerful burst of flames around him. "AW!" Pushing through the smoke and flames, his body began to speed up, moving so fast that he was now disappearing as well, as the man's speed.
"Moving at that speed, how does it feel to see me do it to!" He arose from his hind legs, and growled ferociously, coming upward in a hard hitting fashion, growling. Sweeping upward with an uppercut of extreme force, releasing winds from around him.
1/3 - Shunpo
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Post by Eviscerate on Jan 5, 2010 3:49:01 GMT 1
Yes…yes…yes! Seeing him fight for his life and spring forward with such ferocity despite taking strong hit earlier was impressive indeed, enough to not make me mind the imminent pain that was about to come. His mixture of shunpo with his own martial arts marked an improvement in his battle smarts and tactics, and as he sailed forward with his fist prepared, I too would anticipate and counter. His fist struck my chin and sent my body backwards which, aided a by by the acting of my feet, would soon send me flying. However, before doing so, the sword within my hands would burry straight into the boy’s stomach, as it was ready to do so during his choosing of his approach; if he were to have his hit, then so would I! And spanning a lengthy six feet, my victim would have little to say to Raijin’s sudden appearance.
“Storm, powerful, demanding; gives wings to your essence and deliver your forbidden judgment...”
I landed a few feet back, scooting over and jumping up with ease. As I gained view of my opponent some ten meters ahead, I could feel my internal energy process the request I had just uttered midst my involuntary flight. They would come from all around me, blue warriors ready to undue what little spirit my opponent had left. Swarming him in the hundreds, they would care not whether or not he would be sporting a zanpakutou through his body – only that he was unconscious, and barely alive.
“Hado no Hachi: Eiei Arash”
[/font][/size] Hadō No. 8: Eiei Arashi (Way of Destruction: Thunderstorm Ravens)
Type: Destruction Art.
Description: As the user begins the incantation, a speck of blue light will appear upon their index finger. Tracing this light in the shape of a raven, the user will continue to chant the spell. As the user finishes the incantation, they will have traced a number of small raven forms within the air, which are illuminated with the same blue light. After the incantation is finished, the user will call out the name of the spell, activating it. Each drawn raven will burst into life with a potent electrical current. These ravens will then dart quickly towards the opponent, attempting to strike them. Depending upon the number of ravens that have been drawn, the user can create a warning shot with no harm with a singular raven, to an incredibly damaging attack with a swarm of electrical ravens. The average drawn raven will be no larger than an inch in height or width, although larger ravens can be drawn to create a more powerful attack, at the expense of additional energy.
Incantation: Storm, powerful, demanding; gives wings to your essence and deliver your forbidden judgment. Hado no Hachi: Eiei Arashi!
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Post by Kenichi Takeshi on Jan 5, 2010 4:56:15 GMT 1
"Got him..." He chuckled, before slipping forward, gasping. "That attack, took its toll, as a matter of fact, what was it... A ball of energy." He began to hear the chanting of more words, gasping once more, as he watched him. "Oh man, I don't know if I can take another hit, that technique I used wore my legs for that one blow... and that attack is burning me as we speak..." He knelt and gasped. "No... this isn't it..." Seeing the ravens he had began to charge his fist for one more assault.
"Not that easy, not now, I can't let him win!" The energy began to radiate once more, his eyes burning full of spirit screaming, as he started to run forward once more, his eyes wide open. "Y-you think this is over!!!" He growled building up his speed running once more at full speed, feeling the throbbing in his body, from the first blow. "This is never over, not by a long shot, you bastard!" The energy brightly roared in an erratic aura around his body and fist.
"I'm not going down without a fight, not now, not ever!" He saw the crows coming for his body, beginning to swallow him with their bodies, he growled more, as he was left in the darkness.
Charging: 1/2
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Post by Eviscerate on Jan 5, 2010 5:57:54 GMT 1
OOC – Since you ignored my sword in your stomach/torso/chestplate, I’m assuming you took the hit in its entirety.
Though I would leave Raijin within the confines of foreign flesh, I would trust its safety to be within my capable hands, as I knew it had done already. With my opponent’s battered stated, it wouldn’t take long for his soul to wear out, though my intent to keep him alive was made harder and harder by his own useless struggle. A ‘tch’ escaped under my breath as I took note of his charge, the same type as before. Even with such a last minute display of violence, I would assume the swarm of ravens that overtook him would simply be too much for his body to handle. Blast or not, without a ticking heart, there would be no more power. I only hoped they kept him alive…
“You should have bowed down when you got the chance...”
To whatever attack he had in store, Shunpo [4/6] would allow me to gracefully dodge it without peril. Once he was assured motionless, I’d go to retrieve Raijin from my unconscious victim, as well as attempt any means necessary to keep him alive…
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Post by Kenichi Takeshi on Jan 6, 2010 0:45:21 GMT 1
Ken's appearance was gone, as the ravens all flocked once more, with an opening, his eyes came towards the body of the individual. "You think you won that one..." He said, his gut bleeding, his body aching and hist fist still a lit. "I told you... I'm a warrior!" His growl was placed into use, as he gasped.
"Here, taste it all!" He growled releasing the power of his fists from behind the male, from which he used the shunpo to catch him off-guard, having seen that it was all a feint, he could finally see a small amount of movement in those steps, used that sight to follow him.
Whether dodged or not, he knelt from the pain in his legs and the exhaustion, and wounds. "Damn, that attack, plus that movement..." He knelt once again, this time on both his knees, his eyes closed as he gasped and fell over with a sudden tired, wheezing manner. "So.. .tired, so much pain..."
Charging 2/2 - 2/2 Attacks
Shunpo/Sprint - 2/3
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Post by Eviscerate on Jan 6, 2010 16:14:32 GMT 1
OOC – Not sure how you’re pulling all this off. You got hit directly with a Sokatsui in the back, shocked by hundreds of ravens, and stabbed in the stomach and through your back…
A combination of my trap and his loud mouth would make his once dangerous blast nothing more than an obstacle easily dodged. The shunpo allowed me to slide to the right as the heat from his blast passed by, and once I took note of the missed strike crashing into the nearby distance, I turned to face the pathetic bag of fading spiritual energy that still dared to defy me. How was he even still conscious!? With the amount of ravens that had shocked him just now, he surely should’ve succumb to the darkness. I was annoyed now, but given his exasperated stated, I would predict he would not attempt to make our fifteen meter separation any shorter.
“Storm, powerful, demanding; gives wings to your essence and deliver your forbidden judgment….”
My words, brief and lacking completely in remorse, would set the tone for the violence that was to come. The next set of ravens came in an equally large batch, and would be instructed to do exactly the same thing: swarm the enemy from all directions, and shock him all at once. He would make sure they did not kill him, but instead merely left him within inches of his life; I only hoped they could abide by such simple directions. Now, as I observed my blue creations swiftly come to life, their essences would dart towards my prey, attracted to his down figure like moths to a fire. It was rather beautiful, the idea of death playing so closely with his battered soul. I wonder if he’ll break…?
“Hado no Hachi: Eiei Arashi!”
[/font][/size] Hadō No. 8: Eiei Arashi (Way of Destruction: Thunderstorm Ravens)
Type: Destruction Art.
Description: As the user begins the incantation, a speck of blue light will appear upon their index finger. Tracing this light in the shape of a raven, the user will continue to chant the spell. As the user finishes the incantation, they will have traced a number of small raven forms within the air, which are illuminated with the same blue light. After the incantation is finished, the user will call out the name of the spell, activating it. Each drawn raven will burst into life with a potent electrical current. These ravens will then dart quickly towards the opponent, attempting to strike them. Depending upon the number of ravens that have been drawn, the user can create a warning shot with no harm with a singular raven, to an incredibly damaging attack with a swarm of electrical ravens. The average drawn raven will be no larger than an inch in height or width, although larger ravens can be drawn to create a more powerful attack, at the expense of additional energy.
Incantation: Storm, powerful, demanding; gives wings to your essence and deliver your forbidden judgment. Hado no Hachi: Eiei Arashi!
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