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Post by Gigantor! on Feb 20, 2010 21:05:13 GMT 1
I pulled my zanpakutou free from the sheathe. Now it seemed that we had a visitor. I looked over in the new comer's direction, not recognizing them only to learn that Kirema now intended the fight to be between the two of us. I sighed, now realizing it wouldn't be as fun. I thought that with out that second opponent who will attack you and your enemy it would be less exciting. That was until Kirema's spiritual pressure started to rise. I held my blade opposite of the way most shinigami hold their blades. I raised my fist up pointing it toward Kirema, the blade would stick out to the right because this is how i held my blade.
"I guess you don't get to have fun today Kokaku."
I grunted in his direction with the lifeless and grumpy expression shown on my face. It seemed that Kirema was going to get fairly serious with this fight but for starters, I would take things slow and measure my opponent. I would find his strengths and weaknesses. I felt as if I should allow the new comer to introduce himself or something but there wasn't any time. Now it seemed that I was given the first move. No need to have some super high speed shunpo and strike not yet anyway.
"I suppose I'll make my move now."
I announced listlessly and with no passion. Most others of my division just would have attacked by now and got it started but no I. I swung my right foot behind me and crouched down a bit. I watched closely for a moment and made Kiream wait a bit before I made my move. Pressing with my left foot I leaped into the air and turned my body horizontal to the ground. As I descended toward Kirema I spun myself twice and struck in a downward slash for Kirema's head. It wasn't all that fast of strong, but it wasn't meant to be. this was just the warm up before I could really get into this fight. It takes time to get me into it. the fact that I am fighting is amazing but give it time and I will come at anyone with full force. |
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Post by Shikaku on Feb 21, 2010 0:02:32 GMT 1
ooc:Would you guys like to make this a 2v2 spar? Just wondering, it could make things more interesting
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Post by Kokaku//Goliath on Feb 22, 2010 15:15:12 GMT 1
The 8th division shinigami let out a laugh. The purpose of the laughter was solely to cover the upset he took on the replies and shit. "So, no love for a three-way fight? Well, guess I will just sit down and watch then." Nowadays almost every one fight a one on one match and Kokaku couldn't really complaint. He wasn't going to lose his manner for such a small and pathetic matter.
"Have fun, brutes." he replied Yoshinori's message with a little sarcasm added in. Kokaku walked to the boxes he kicked away and sat back down quite far away from the fight. He turned his attention to the other guy, the new guy. This one was not a 11th division member for sure, he didn't attack right away was a solid proof to that. "So, what brings you here?" Kokaku asked the guy, eyes staring at the new guy.
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Post by Shikaku on Feb 22, 2010 23:11:53 GMT 1
As he made his entrance into the shady section within the streets of Seireitei near the eleventh division headquarters, he had hoped that he didn't just walked straight into the hands of the eleventh division members. Standing in his position as the cries of battle roared from all around the headquarters, as the members of that brute squad seemed to just want to engage in combat with anything that moves or even switches for that matter.
Nonetheless, as Shikaku stood heavily relaxed within the shady area, slightly away from the streets, the gentle winds would sweep throughout the shaded area as the sounds of nature would be the only thing that would breach through the carefree shinigami's hears, as he blocked out and ignored the sounds of battle that roamed around. Listening to the sounds of the wind sweeping through the tree and blowing the leaves around, dancing around as nature would almost seem so beautiful and peaceful for a split second before the sounds of human interrupted it. As the calm shinigami stood there, he would remain standing and relaxed as he brushed off the fact that two of the three shinigami simply ignored him and what he had to say.
He would remain there, watching as two of the three shinigami raised their zanpakutou and preparation of a battle of some sort, perhaps a friendly spar. As the two shinigami collided and engaged in battle, he would also noticed that the third shinigami was left-ed out and simply watched from a distance similar to what he himself was doing. Perhaps the three shinigami weren't from the eleventh division or maybe just the two shinigami engaged in battle was and the third was a simple spectator. Nonetheless, the third shinigami responded to Shikaku's entrance and presence instead of ignoring him like the other two simply had done. 'What brings you here?'
"I'm Shikaku Amagumo, Squad Seven, Unseated. I was just taking a walk through Seireitei and I wasn't paying attention, so I kinda got lost and ended up here. How about you?" Said Shikaku, the carefree shinigami of the seventh division.
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Post by Beltran on Feb 24, 2010 4:43:24 GMT 1
Kirema smiled as he saw his sparring partner make the first move. The ambiance was changed suddenly. Within his own Zanpakutou, a storm began brewing. Lighting struck the shoreline frequently, leaving behind no signs of it's contact. Hamon Senpuu looked on, her partner was anticipating a strike... it had always been this way when Kirema was fighting an intense battle, all she could do is stand in one place... stepping from her safe haven would mean certain electrocution by a bolt of lightning driven by battle.
Wind howled around him, blowing around him, visibly swirling as a sign of the spiritual pressure differential between him and his opponent, but also his zanpakutou's elemental affinity. Blocking his blow from above with sparks flying from the contact of steel upon steel, as his squad 11 sparring partner was grinding blades with him, Kirema took advantage of this by attempting to sweep his leg out from his opponent's stance once he landed. Should it work, he would be completely off balance.
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Post by wonderboy on Feb 26, 2010 21:22:13 GMT 1
The other two that were there were now engaging in a conversation. I liked to pick up on unimportant things while I fought. Kirema had simply blocked my attack. I expected as much from this guy. The air around him seemed to change. It was as if the wind just started to pick up and gust around them. The sparks flew off of our zanpakutou as they were grinding together. I know was headed toward the ground. It wouldn't take me long to realize what was going to happen next. Kirema swung out his leg to knock me off balance, and it worked.
My right foot which was the closest to him was swept out from under me. I was now spinning on my left heel, off balance. All I could think to do was kick to the left with my right foot, which gave enough force to spin me quickly in the air once more. As I spun I stretched out my blade to cut Kirema from his stomach to his chest. I had flown back away from him a bit so if it were to connect it would only be a shallow cut but still the first cut of the match. EDIT- Sorry posted on alt  |
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Post by Kokaku//Goliath on Mar 1, 2010 12:58:43 GMT 1
[Sorry for short post, lack of muse]
"Kokaku Nishimura, 19th seat of 8th division, am here because I am fucking bored and have nowhere to go." Kokaku watched the fight for a while before he turned his head to the newcomer and asked the question. The new guy, Shikaku was his only source of interaction ad this moment and he wasn't going to let chance slips through. |
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Post by Shikaku on Mar 2, 2010 0:03:36 GMT 1
As Shikaku made his brief introduction to the shinigami who was simply standing on the sidelines, observing the watch as a spectator. Motionless, he stood there almost frozen for a brief moment as he waited for the shinigami's response and hopefully his introduction on who he was and why he was here, observing this particular spar between two other shinigami. Suddenly, the calm and carefree spirit of a shinigami's attention shifted and changed, changing his atttention from the sideline spectator to the two shinigami in the field sparring with each other. As his brown eyes gazed out into the field; observing the two shinigami sparring, he would briefly watch their littl engaging as the steel from their zanpaktou clashed as sparks flie in the air, he was actually getting interested in fighting.
His fighting spirit was rising for a moment before he quickly lost interest and changed his attention once again to the shinigami on the sideline. The unknown stranger who was a shinigami himself would quickly make his introduction as Shikaku heard and realized that he was seated in the eighth division. "Yea, I'm really bored too. Their's nothing much to do around here at the moment. If you have any good ideas, I'm up for it I guess since I got nothing better to do." Said the carefree shinigami of the seventh division, as his hair gently blew in the wind.
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