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Post by Ichiro on Jan 11, 2010 22:56:32 GMT 1
Like a fan would the blade of his be twirled through the air continuous and reckelssly. His care for the weapon in grasp had been a bit thin but his quick action to head off and use it seemed to be a lot thicker. The thing you gave the most shallow of respect would be the thing to save your pathetic little life, at least this is what he was thinking at the moment. The cement beneath his feet had been followed for some time now as he'd been strolling through this park over and over. The benches empty, the sprinklers completely dry and the night sky sparkling bright as day in his eyes. Stars spread aimlessly from one point of the skies he yearned beneath all the way to the next while his breath would remain short and a bit boring. The blade would come to a sudden halt in its swishing and slicing through the air before it and to the shaft, the sheath would it be laid to rest.
A smooth Iron-like sheath would warm the cool steel which had been swayed through the air along the most of his journey through Karakura. His eyes a bit low, pupils shrouded - it seemed as though he loved this place more than he actually felt he did...or could. Like he'd been around here for so long yet he had only shown his face for a latter of minutes. The normal of his clothing would be wrapped around his pale figure, his rings pushed back to the bases of his fingers and his thought on the anxious and damn wondrous feeling that had aroused inside him. The thick clad boots upon his feet would end their movement with a crunch, the sound of glass shards being split beneath him. For a Shinigami to be so curious Koen had quite the attitude here. Fed up with the flaming and wood crunching in his head...
A continuous cycle of pointless memory coming and going, going and coming. Just what it was had him wondering. The grass cut short, ankle height actually, and the trees spread upon this naturally grown feature would reach desperately for the heavens above as he once thought he could. Swallowing as he lowered his head, Silver Eyes piercing the darkness of the night, eyebrows lowering for a grin would soon appear... His being alone would seem as the perfect time for him to try and get used to a few things he was looking into now - Reiatsu, concealing and finding. Though he felt only one could be done at a time there was still much he was searching for. A sigh would claim a moment of his time, a waste of his oxygen that would only replenish within a moments' notice if not faster. Intriguing how being alone could be so interesting with him...
As if time was all he had, no need to impress and no need to actually feel anything... Any Emotion.
"Silver laces and a midnight dark sneaker..."
he'd exclaim lightly, eyes rising to the night sky,
"I wonder how many I can count before
blinking."
He'd added on. The nearest wooden bench would be followed close to take a seat and long ways would he sit - laying on his back if you will. Head resting on an armrest and feet held up at the other end. His eyes would rise once more and here would he begin to lace up the stars - a break, time for relaxation after his shifting from the Soul Society to Karakura. |
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Post by Kiyoshi on Jan 12, 2010 3:01:59 GMT 1
(Crashing your relaxation time, it's what a Hollow does right?  ) Hunger had once again struck the massive Hollow; Abnos could feel it wrench his insides as it pushed him towards consuming the evil humans. His body craved such satisfaction that devouring Hollows could not give, he required much more than that. Abnos would find his way to the Karakura Park, so many people would simply be walking through the area even though it was dark, almost as if waiting for Abnos. His massive figure would tower over even small trees, the general grouping of humans was spread out enough that he would be forced to walk from one group to another in order to devour them. The massive steps would leave the ground shaking as Abnos moved, clear signs of destruction would be left in his wake. With this, Abnos would bend down and grab a lone human with his massive right hand; the human would scream as it was lifted off of the ground, crushed in the grip of Abnos as he would attempt to devour it. At this point Abnos would be ignorant of the Shinigami's presence, a good distance away from Abnos. He was not a spiritual being, though technically all Hollows and Shinigami and stuff are... he was simply more of a 'physical based' existence than most. |
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Post by Ichiro on Jan 12, 2010 3:41:46 GMT 1
The relaxation here was quite nice, however there seemed to be something crawling on his neck... A feeling that hadn't been caught before of something around him. Koen's eyes would dry momentarily, his count being shattered and a quake springing him to his feet for there had been a Hollow on the loose and he wasn't just to sit here all idle like a fool. Being a Shinigami of the Seventh Division it was pretty much his job to take care of the stiff little nuisances and here he was, eyes bouncing from one point to the next until he'd finally been brought to the origin of such of this ground shaking disturbance. The relaxation that he'd once known was definitely shattered, especially with the ridiculous size of this thing... The height, the massive fingers, what its skin looked to be. In all honesty however, fear was never to stop his movement, hinder him in any way.
The clenching of a human would be the action that shot him off into movement. Not at all would it be smart to jump in and try working him over but here, it was better to act within the distance than try and get himself killed. Hate filling his iris and spreading quickly through his limbs, his hands would begin to move again. Being unnoticed it was the time for him to take action before this beast could shatter the life of this man. Reiatsu would begin its movement throughout the fingers of Koen, His left middle and index fingers being extended outward while the rest would reach for his palm, the opposite palm placed upon the wrist and a bright light flickering, jolting to life in the form of a white lightning and though his blade hadn't been grasped, he was to speak...
"White Chariot! Blue Soldiers Rustled Leaves..."
the reiatsu would grow,
"Thirteen Black Clouds, Unleash the Sky!
Hado no Yun! Byakurai!"
Spoken truthfully, chanted as silent as possible within the fifteen meters of distance that rested in between the two. Jaw tightening as the narrow light would spring from his fingers like the moonlight would spring across the universe all so quickly... Oxygen pierced and the heavens watching upon their beds as a Shinigami called upon the soldiers and thirteen black clouds. The power of the sky, White Lightning pushing through distance and easily attempting to punch through the hand of this hollow before any damage could be done. The power had exploded forth in a lightning fashion, the hand would hopefully be severed and from here would Koen take his left hand to the warmth of Makaihi's hilt - a high rate of success for he'd been unnoticed. |
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Post by Kiyoshi on Jan 12, 2010 5:48:10 GMT 1
It seemed that two moment's of relaxation would be nullified at once, both for the Shinigami and the Hollow. While anyone can find that rest is relaxing, being satisfied by human souls was surely more relaxing to Abnos than feeling the extreme hunger that wrenched his body so commonly. The Hollow would lift the man to eat him when he would be attacked.
A thin, bright blue beam would pierce the air, ripping through Abnos' right hand as if it was paper. "Rrrraaa!" The pain would leave the Hollow without ability to hold onto the man and it would drop from his grasp towards the ground many feet below. Abnos' hand would be damaged, though not to the point of removal or complete uselessness; though a hole the size of that Kido might be enough to remove the hand from a smaller creature, it was similar to stabbing someone with a pen in relation to Abnos' size.
The fact that he'd lost his meal and was injured by such a tiny being angered Abnos; but, the fact that the taste of a Shinigami was so much more satisfying than humans made the problem worth it. "I'm going to crush you!" Abnos would turn and strike downward with his left fist, smashing his large fist into the ground. If the attack would hit the ground it would be powerful enough to knock earthy debris everywhere; the ground would shake with the strike's blow and a large, fist-shaped wound would be inflicted on the earth's skin.
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Post by Ichiro on Jan 12, 2010 6:26:22 GMT 1
The hilt of Makaihi was satisfyingly warm and the grin taking Koen's face would remain so long as he took sight to the pain he'd caused this fiend before him. A save for yet the first encounter here in Karakura and now he'd been stuck, threatened to be crushed by the being that had almost taken this life. Incredibly large he was within the eyes of Koen as was he to anyone else - truly, how did he, Koen expect to bring him to his knees? There was more than one way to do it but just finding them out seemed to be the problem. Adrenaline would begin pumping as if he'd be injected with a syringe of straight epinephrine, his heart throbbing to the voice that had released a minor cry and the voice that had spoken of crushing him. Fear being no sort of trouble in this situation he'd swallow as the hand of this thing would lift. It seemed quite obvious no good would come of it so his movement was quite important.
"Haha, than bring it!"
Being in such a position, fifteen meters away, a single movement would take him into the strike, or beneath it specifically. With a chance he'd be crushed, a flash in his step would be what had taken him so close, three meters away now and eyes barreling through the options. With his fist being lowered, the upper portions of his arm would obviously be nothing to hit the ground and so Iron being Iron, he'd sling the blade from its sheathe, body pushing from the very earth that would begin to shake as debris had been tossed around - his eyes focusing on the limb before him. Of course there'd needed to be some sort of win for him - the blade would be thrust out, toward the closest portion of his arm aiming for implantation and a bit of a climb, with success his feet would be placed upon the arm as he'd been just beneath the elbow.
He would be sure to take notice to all that was moving on here, his will to cleanse this place of a Hollow quite thick. The strike toward the arm would be one aided by gravity and his push from the earth while the power of his muscles themselves and the skill he'd grown with this Zanpaktou with would play its part. Getting through this skin would hopefully be no problem and climbing with such harsh feeling would be quick. The wonder inside his head would never cease, the oddessy in the back of his mind he'd been questioning for a while now. It would all be answered eventually and being a Shinigami with a thick mind... He'd hold onto it as long as he could. With quick thinking and a slight advantage in speed it seemed his aim would be approved, should his movement. Size wasn't always a plus and neither was being one to feed upon those of innocence... |
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Post by Kiyoshi on Jan 12, 2010 7:40:56 GMT 1
The Shinigami was quick, such an obvious attack would easily be dodged by the smaller being. The Shinigami would the prepare to strike the massive Hollow at the elbow, hoping to pierce into the skin of the beast. But this hasty attack would come at a cost, the human male who had been carelessly dropped by the Hollow would no doubt hit the ground with the crunching sound of snapping bones; seemingly forgotten by the Shinigami.
Again, this would all be done in order for the Shinigami to strike the Hollow quickly, attempting to stab at the flesh of the beast Abnos. The attack would be swiftly deflected though as Abnos would turn his arm, the blade finding Abnos' metal-like skin as hard as real steel and immune to the attack. With this, the massive arm of Abnos would move sideways and it's body would turn with it, attempting to smash the Shinigami. In addition to a simple bludgeoning attack, the large bone-like spines along the arm would be likely capable of slicing the Shimigami if they where not avoided.
With the attack, Abnos would turn his entire body towards the Shinigami. If the Shinigami was anywhere near Abnos, either in the air or on the ground within his reach, Abnos would attempt to also sing his right fist into the Shinigami; using the twisting motion of his body in order to swing his arm. If the Shinigami would lie clearly out of the beast's reach it would wait, still facing the Shinigami and standing upright.
[Aplastante 1/3]
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Post by Ichiro on Jan 12, 2010 8:33:37 GMT 1
Eyes widening as the strike he'd thrown was rejected and his body would begin to be skewered through the air, he'd grin bringing Makaihi across his palm and pressing it up against the blades upon the arm of this beast, protecting himself as best as he could from being lacerated. Moving quite quickly in the direction this swung arm had been moved into, he would place his feet onto the dark monstrosity and kick himself back and upward into the distance, only to find he'd been followed quite closely by a fist with blazing force and power behind it. For a moment after impact with the slight bludgeoning would his sight blur, but now things were clear and his falling through the air would only be aided by this fist. If it thought this was the end for him it was sadly mistaken however. A twist that would be a deal hard to ignore was bringing on that quick thinking again, the fist being taken, somewhat.
"SHIT!"
Weight shifting as the fist came along, his eyes would narrow as his heart pounded up against the inside of his chest - thought shattering. Now there needed to be some sort of end to this and it was as if he hadn't found one. Koen would simply throw himself into a slight twirl, the blade in grasp aiding as it clinged up against the iron skin of this beast leading to a no doubt violent landing but life-prolonging stand atop the back of its hand. Jaw a bit tagged, he'd make his way up the arm of the enemy, sword quickly re-sheathed for his hands would move along the blank space filled of oxygen and destruction. Sight locking onto the mask upon its face, he'd grin for the moment was his to hone. Body traveling quickly up the extended arm of the enemy, maneuvering around what spikes needed be, his hands would be aimed upward, fingers fully extended.
"Ten Pillars, two spires, glow red in the white echoes of moonlight..."
the words would spill from his lips,
"Twist in shadow cut the heart of temperance free from the ocean floor!
Ye lord, look upon us! Hado no Juunana: Akasenshi Hari!"
his words would be spilled - reiatsu springing forth from his fingers.
Thought minor, they would be something to keep this enemy of his looking for, like his hair - standing out in the night, their light shattering the dark silence of battle that had so quickly enveloped things. A widespread fashion of barraging needles would seek to pierce and chip that enemy's face as best as it could, the pain would be near minor from one to two however within a barrage of as much of the needles as these, twenty - it would increase near slightly if anything. Stinging and annoying the facial of this thing. His blade would be clenched once more as quickly as it had been sheathed and though things weren't looking up for him - he was ready to give his all. The final distance would be given a shunpo - from the arm to the face - however before hand would the Zanpaktou be extended outward as far as possible, grip warming this hilt.
His appearance to the left side of its face (Koen's Left) would the blade be seeking to pierce the mask after or with succession of his Red Stab Needles. Should the blade be able to pierce its mask or face period, it would be twisted and pulled through the closest end of the enemy's face, likely shattering the mask and ending this hollow's disturbance for he'd be sealed away... Breath would be taken for a moment for the warrior was blown away. |
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Post by Kiyoshi on Jan 12, 2010 10:51:15 GMT 1
The first attack would be skillfully avoided by the Shinigami, whose small size and agility would aid it in jumping over the attack; but the second attack would be unavoidable while in the air, connecting with a large right punch. "SHIT!" A smirk of 'Hell yeah, that felt good.' would appear across Abnos' face, only to be wiped away a moment later when the Shinigami would climb onto the top of the massive fist.
'Damn, this guy doesn't give up.'
There would be only one thing that could happen, the hero would clamber on top of the massive beast and strike it's weak point from on top of the beast with a powerful attack. Such a blow at a weakened position would no doubt kill the monster in a single attack! Thus would fell the beast and save the day... Pfft, yeah right. There was no way that would happen.
"Ten Pillars, two spires, glow red in the white echoes of moonlight..." The Shinigami would begin to chant something, preparing an attack, when something drastic would happen quickly that would change the battle. Abnos would turn his fist clockwise. That's right, the Shinigami who's world was looking up one moment would find himself facing downward with the fist above him if he did nothing about it. Abnos' fist would simply turn from palm down to palm up, still in a fist.
The attack prepared by the Shinigami would likely be ineffective, if not interrupted completely, due to Abnos' arm now being between the Shinigami and Abnos' head. And with this, without much pause from turning his wrist, Abnos would swing his fist downward; hopefully with the Shinigami still attached, and raise his knee at the same time. The fist and the knee would collide softly, not hard enough to really damage Abnos but more than enough to squish the Shinigami of it was in between the two.
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Post by Ichiro on Jan 12, 2010 14:36:02 GMT 1
Easy does it eh? The shinigami would be flawed in his previous action as the arm of the enemy would begin to twist, slipping and sliding much would bring to an odd and painful collision of the arm and knee seeing how huge this thing was - However, it wasn't be happen as he'd planned it... Koen wasn't about to be squished like a little fucking insect and he was damn sure of it. As the enemies arm would twist and he'd begin to lose himself within the bit of distance that was this arm and knee would the Zanpaktou once again be slung forth from it's sheath, Iron shooting in between the skin of the enemy not to pierce or cause any sort o damage even, but to save him from a harsh fall and lead him out of the crack he'd been left in. For a single moment would he hang here and completely fair on his part was an advantage, he was on ONE FOOT! Eyes filling with frustration, he'd kick off.
"The fuck did this thing eat!?!?"
The words would leave his mouth as his weapon found itself to unhinge from in between the space that had saved him, legs quickly thrown over his head and onto the side of the arm to manage a quick foot planting. One way or the next this thing was going down and Koen wouldn't stop until he had to. Muscles being pounded as he pushed off and the power of this things' limbs sending waves of wind in every which direction would bring a tough thump to his heart, blade still in grasp for momentary thought. Reiatsu would leave itself to the muscles that had been pounded thus giving him a bit of an extra kick and with this guy on one leg it seemed as though any uneven movement would hinder his balance and take him to the earth. It was time he'd bounced and Koen was quite sure of it - he'd grown weary of this battle and its turn of events - the blade would now inevitably seek another chance at piercing the mask of this enemy.
That disturbing horn would be watched and movement to maneuver would be made should it come his way, eyes set on the target and blade extended forth - once pierced through should he manage, the weapon would once again as he sought before, be ripped through the closest end of his face and shatter this mask - cleansing this beast of its actions. Giving up wasn't an option no matter the space he was in. What a roach he'd been these last couple of moments... e was quickly running out of options. |
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Post by Kiyoshi on Jan 12, 2010 21:56:54 GMT 1
Such a strike was, indeed, an odd position for the Hollow. The Shinigami would take full advantage of this, using superior speed it would launch itself away from the attack and back towards the Hollow's mask. This would be enough to catch the large Hollow in an awkward position with a bladed heading straight for what would be Abnos' weak point.
"The fuck did this thing eat!?!?" The Shinigami would cry out as Abnos would be left doing one thing, moving forward. His momentum, due to his previous attack, would not allow him to change course easily; so instead, the Hollow would use the force to his advantage. Abnos' foot would come down and thee blade on his head would follow, aiming at the mid-air swordsman.
"I'll eat you!" With a single large step and the gathering of Reiatsu, Abnos would move quickly in the only direction he could go now; forward. The distance would seem tiny compared to the Sonído of smaller Hollows, being that Abnos' size would make it look smaller; but it would be far enough. The blade on top of Abnos' head, in addition to the massive skull-like mask it was attached to, would shoot towards the Shinigami.
A direct hit would skewer the Shinigami on the blade-like horn, likely ending the match. An indirect hit with Abnos' skull would not kill the Shinigami, but it could likely end the match due to the damage done by both the massive punch it had taken before and now if it took a bash against Abnos' head. It was likely though, that such a direct attack would lead to damage from the Shinigami's blade, though a misguided attack would not likely kill the Hollow outright.
[Sonído 1/3]
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Post by Ichiro on Jan 13, 2010 1:56:07 GMT 1
It would scream and follow out with movement of its leg again, head adjusting slightly as well. Near instantly would Koen realize there was no safe way out of this and that this battle had come to an end. Adrenaline kicking his heart up against his chest with a speed that would make anyone nervous... However, this shinigami seemed to fear nothing and it would stay that way for his eyes had widened upon the sight and attempted to shift his body and maneuver out of the way of this spike as quickly as possible, twitching if you will. From the very beginning of his second assault did he know that there was a high chance this would be used. Off balance and no other defenses? Tch, there was no way he'd been forced to think otherwise. The thoughts roaming within the back of his mind would never cease their cycle for a conclusion was needed here.
It had shouted, it would eat him and here it was suddenly lunging forth in some sort of attempt to...starting from the blade upon its head. Though he was to collide with it, the wound wouldn't be minor and nor would it be extremely dangerous, fatal. He would be harmed but the enemy would be dug into and split upon its own accord, charging into a fully extended blade - there was no escape for either of them... Damage would be done but one would stand atop the other with a heart of steel and nervous that wouldn't shatter in the face of a second death. His body would twist slightly, body being arched as if he'd been trying to pull away or had rather been pulled away. One hand on the hilt of Makaihi at this point (the right) he would shout as the horn on the opponent went splitting through the flesh of his torso, barely. With latter of rib fractures possibly and maybe a large portion of flesh ripped -- grazed -- from this side of his body, he would continue while the underside of his lifted left arm would be torn as well...
"EAT THIS AND TELL ME HOW IT TASTES //FIRST//!!"
Here, the blade shoved through the mask of this hollow would be twisted and suddenly torn from one point to the next, shattering it with great ease for his arm leaking left arm had been placed back upon the hilt. A bit of extra strength if you will. The force of such an approach would definitely be in aid as well as shove Koen into an immediate headache, eyes and sight shifting and blurred as such happened. Only because the enemy had charged into the pointed blade would everything there after be Approved. He'd been one of speed and there was no split in time where this thing would be able to defend for it had been cleansed, purified and left to wither away... He'd been dearly harmed himself (Koen) but the enemy had been as well and left for dead. With the Hollow's mask being a weak point it would be relatively easy to cut through... What was next? |
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Post by Kiyoshi on Jan 13, 2010 5:08:52 GMT 1
It would come that the fight was nearing it's end; neither would surrender, neither would simply die. Blood would stain the metallic blade as the Shinigami's flesh would be torn from his body before the Shinigami would be rammed with the Hollow's skull. The mask of the Hollow, the weakest part of the being, would be stabbed with the Zanpakto and the Shinigami would dig the blade deeply into the beast's head. There was no doubt that nothing short of intensive care awaited the survivor of this fight.
"EAT THIS AND TELL ME HOW IT TASTES //FIRST//!!"
The blade, thirty five inches of thin metal, would pierce the skull of it's target. To an average sized man this would instantly end their life, to Abnos the attack would be similar to a ten inch needle borrowing into an average man's head. An incredibly painful and harmful attack, but not an instant death. The pain would be unlike anything Abnos had felt before, vision would blur and all feeling of everything else would turn to dealing with such intense pain. He would loose all control as his body would attempt to free himself from the pain.
"Rrrrrraaaaahh!"
Abnos would roar loudly, shaking his head rapidly in every direction possible in order to try and throw the attacker from his skull. If the Shinigami would attempt to hold onto the hilt of his blade the battle would become a struggle for the two combatants; the Hollow Abnos' massive size and strength versus the strength and grip of the Shinigami Koen. This struggle of the world would end for one of the two, death was waiting.
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Post by Ichiro on Jan 13, 2010 5:30:58 GMT 1
Tch, the impaling of this blade into the beast's head would seem to happen all to quickly and because of such Koen could've sworn he'd torn it from the beast as quickly as it had entered it. The cry released would be ear shattering and enough to show that he'd been harmed, such a huge beast with a weak spot like this... Lucky Shinigami he was and still was he standing before the gates of hell with this thing. The blade had yet to be removed as his blood would begin trickle down his clothing and skin - the sudden warmth beginning to annoy him as he gathered as much strength as possible as the Hollow began to shake it's head, into his right hand - the left tightening just beneath it. Though such a movement would have thought to been done already, he could feel it now... This battle was over and he wasn't stupid enough to sit here on its face and hold on with a grip like this.
It was quite known that obviously he would have to be let go and be shoved off into the distance only to be maimed due to the size he was compared to this thing. Swallowing as a deep breath followed this, he would tighten his jaw and swing the blade with as much strength as possible through its head potentially splitting the mask in half and sending the beast into oblivion. As the weapon was already implanted in this thing it was only the matter of getting it out that he needed to worry for and with ease would he take care of it. Likely, there would be one final roar as this happened, there seemed to be no chance for the enemy to get out now provided with its wild and aggressive shaking. Such would add on to what he needed to take care of and now it would begin to wither. A gash of incredible proportions would grow as the blade went removed, cutting through skull and the mask alike.
Heart pounding as such was done - he would look on... This was about it... I HAD to be. Purification success!? The breath of the night sky would consume the battle that had been raging on and with no sort of hindrance would Koen watch on with his arms flowing. |
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Post by Takuya on Jan 13, 2010 22:37:57 GMT 1
[My expert opinion suggests that Ichiro is the victor and that Abnos had perished. Do you gentlemen concur?]
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Post by Ichiro on Jan 13, 2010 22:46:02 GMT 1
Yep, was waitin' for his post.
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Post by Kiyoshi on Jan 14, 2010 0:05:39 GMT 1
(OOC: Good fight. ;D)
Abnos would struggle until the end; not wanting to die, not wishing to meet an end. But, the beast would stop moving, the pain and injury would catch up to him as the mask would shatter and his soul become purified by the Shinigami's blade. His immaterial body would vanish and his mind would be destroyed; this was it, it was the end. Abnos' pain ceased finally; there would be peace.
[/The end of Abnos. R.I.P.]
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Post by Ichiro on Jan 14, 2010 0:28:14 GMT 1
((Agreed  )
The disintegration would be quick - this enemy falling to the depths of reality to be forgotten by all save for the one maimed and the one who'd shined justice bright under the moonlight that had hidden so much. The trouble and wounding Koen had suffered weren't so dangerous but weren't scratches either. Beginning to grow quite painful now as well as annoying, blood would flow out and the pain of possibly fractured ribs would begin to consume the warrior whole. His first encounter with those they call Hollows and not to be his last, this one was definitely a battle that he would remember for ages to come... Not into the next life but soon before. His skill had likely impressed his own person and the blade, his Zanpaktou would be clenched in his right hand tightly - the weapon that he'd treated so dirty in the past had saved him. The way things unfolded would never cease to be mysterious but one thing he could agree on without worry is the fact that he'd been lucky.
Swallowing would his body lightly descend to the earth below, ruptured and destroyed - debris and all types of dust flowing through the air. Such would remain until the sun rose and by that time the shinigami wouldn't be present. Recuperation was definitely what he needed now and the soul that would roam free for the time being was to be found only lost in wonder of what had happened. The intensity of battle had drove him off most likely and the chances of Koen finding him now were definitely slim to none. He wouldn't bother, not now. As odd as it had felt to do so, he would push the blade of his into the warmth care of its sheathe with his right hand, the holster resting at his hip, the right. He would be caressed by the moonlight and fleeting destruction before him as he waited - feet touching down and knees soon to follow. Battered and aching, his clothing would be torn.
"One for Koen..."
he would spill painfully, voice cracking slightly.
"Zero for the fucker who tasted steel...
Good season - too bad y'won't see another."
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Post by Shibu on Jan 14, 2010 0:59:05 GMT 1
ENTER
Entering the very area I had been asked to patrol to relieve another fellow Shinigami, my light blue optics had been placed upon the area that seemed to have already been the victim of a battle. Looking around, my eyes racing from left to right as my feet had gradually been walking I let out the slight “Damn.” Though while walking I felt a reiatsu, it was slight, dim at best and that off a Shinigami’s. T’was he the one that I was to relieve from patrol or was this another Shinigami? It hadn’t mattered, my pace quickening as I let out one Shunpo, then another right after such. Reaching the reiatsu I had been sensing, I saw the man.
My light blue eyes looking down at him as he barley seemed to keep himself up I let out the slight “The fuck happen to you?” I hadn’t really waited for a reply from the man as I walked over towards one of his sides, allowing my head to be placed under his arm as I helped him so he wouldn’t fall. If he were to go unconscious during this time I’d carrying him the rest of the way, if not, I’d just help him get home as I simply said “Come on, lets get you to the 4th Division’s Hospital.”
EXIT W/ ICHIRO
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Post by Ichiro on Jan 14, 2010 1:10:32 GMT 1
The sight of the shinigami would shift as another came into sight... To the rescue they would say? Faintly living, it would seem, the aches were pointlessly annoying and the will he'd been fueled with to answer the shinigami's question, he would allow the ally to lift him as he quickly wondered whether this was a shinigami or not actually... He could see him so he must've been - his lips would part quickly.
"I fucked up a twenty-one story Hollow."
Damn the way it felt for him to say something such as that. His heart would continue its pounding and their exit would be made, quite quickly. His eyes falling shut before he could even hear what else the ally had spoken.
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