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Post by Cristobal Perez on Oct 29, 2013 11:23:50 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #850e0e; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] The thing I treasure most in life; cannot be taken away By the time the quincy had spoked, Cristobal had already broken the arrow and toss it to his right. Now focus on his opponent, Cristobal charged forward. only to quickly stop at the sound of a explosion. Looking to his right, the explosion sent him flying to the left, shards of crystal pierce his abdoment, thighs, and arms, as well as graze those same areas. Landing on his back, he skidded along the ground before coming to a hault. "Dammit!" he cursed under his breath while moving along the ground.
Going to a knee, he removed three shards from out of his abdomen, four from his right arm. and three from his thigh. Blood leak from that area as he slowly raised back to his feet. "He got me with that one... I need to deal more damage." he spoke in thought before catching his breath and vanishing from where he stood. Appearing before the quincy, he sent a spinning slash to the chest of the male. He followed through with a beam of dark energy releasing from his palm to the center ofthe male's chest.
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on Oct 30, 2013 14:11:33 GMT -5
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The explosion was devastating to the arrancar, Takeshima saw. This fight would soon be over then. His right hand dug down into his pocket, and he relaxed, smiling while the man dug the crystals out of him. The look in his eyes showed he was ready to attack. Takeshima simply began to whisper, knowing over this distance he would be unheard. “Feel the wrath of battle, and accept this sacred chalice.” Once the arrancar disappeared, Takeshima pulled his hand out of his pockets. As the man appeared swinging into his spin, Takeshima was falling backwards and knew the Arrancar would be focused on his blade across the Quincy’s chest. Shima’s right hand was up, and open, while the scythe skid across his chest again, creating a new gash. Takeshima was gritting his teeth, but with a smile as he shouted. “Heizen!”
The arrancar’s centripetal momentum would leave him with no ability to move in any direction quickly enough. The two ginto Takeshima had just thrown up and the two he had previously dropped onto the floor would create a cube around the arrancar, and he would feel as though he was burning, as the ginto tried to purge Cristobal’s existence. Takeshima was dumbing down the energy enough that the arrancar inside wouldn’t die, but he would be in severe pain and almost out of it. Instead of firing, the heizen cube would disappear while Takeshima sat on the ground, pointing an arrow at the Arrancar if in some case he manage to either escape before, or was somehow still on his feet.
[/font][/color][/blockquote] OOC: Status: Near critical Action: Fatigue Level: 35% Injuries: Gashed Wrist, Doubly Gashed chest Wordcount: DC Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 15 Hak: 8 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16
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Post by Cristobal Perez on Oct 30, 2013 17:32:59 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 402px; background-color: #850e0e; border-radius: 30 30 30 30px;] The thing I treasure most in life; cannot be taken away Cristobal watch as his blade manage to create another gash along the torso of the quincy. It seemed a bit to asy for his taste, whcih is why he wasn't that surprised when the male throwed up the ginto. Hearing a word being spoke, Cristobal attempted to distance himself by moving back. This didn't work of course, a cube soon surface around him. Looking in the four directions, he took notice to the male plotting this ahead of time. "He even said the chant..." he spoke with a sigh following soon after.
Itwasn't long before he felt a burning sensation along his skin. Luckily for him most of it was covered by the white hollow mask residue. But the skin that wasn't covered, was burning like hell. Swinging about his blade, Cristobal tried to create tear, but did nothing but stretch the substance. His next plan was to use a bala, but that didn't work either. "Shit!" he cursed before lowering his head and blade. "You win this battle, quincy." he spoke as he knew that he had loss this one.
He was a bit surprsed, he had thought the quincy was looking for a battle, not a game of tag. Cristobal was always the more physical type when it came to bouts like these. Sadly he wasn't able to have it, now he had to deal with the burning sensation along his skin annd a ridiculous defeat.
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Post by Takeshima Kunou on Nov 7, 2013 20:49:32 GMT -5
Takeshima Kunou - 20__________________________________________________________ When the man gave, Takeshima’s body relaxed, and he laid back, letting out a sigh of relief. He hurt, a lot, and damned if he wasn’t going to show it. Takeshima bruised and broke easily, and he was feeling everything. He wasn’t as tired as he could of been, mentally at least, but physically, the man had pushed him, and with the crimson that leaked from his chest, there was a lot to be tired from.
“You’re a brute.” Takeshima said staring at the sky. “But it works for you. Or it will. Once you learn…” Takeshima began to strain while he rose to his feet. “Once… Once you learn how to control that scythe of yours better. Once you’re even faster on your toes..” Then he paused, “Outside of that transformation of yours.” He finished before his hirenkyaku appeared. “Thanks for the battle. You definitely killed my boredom. Head home, heal up. We’ll meet again Arrancar.” He said as he turned his back. “Heh, just remember the Crystal Quincy.” He said. “We will definitely be meeting again.” He repeated for emphasis as he faded away.
[/font][/color][/blockquote] OOC: Status: Action: Fatigue Level:% Injuries: Wordcount: DC Stats: Han: 7 Rei: 15 Hak: 8 Sei: 16 Buk: 16 Hoh: 16
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Post by Cristobal Perez on Nov 7, 2013 22:29:00 GMT -5
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While trapped in whatever the hell this was, he wasn't able to move much. His skin burned like hell, but his hierro manage to match it. Closing his eyes, he decided there was no more reason to speak. He had loss, sadly, and not even the way he had expected too. He had hope for a real fight, a physical one, this one sadly didn't meet his requirements. His opponent spent to much time firing multiple arrows and being crafty, which must of meant his hand to hand combat skills wasn't good. This was something to thing about if they were to meet in the future, he knew how to take him down at least. First he had to train more on some areas.
"You're one to speak. Your hand to hand is horrid, you focus to much on long range and tricks. You need to work on that, quincy." he spoke after hearing the quincy's words. It was true his speed needed improvement, and it shouldn't be difficult for him to work on. First he would have to rest a bit, shouldn't take long to heal. His wounds were not as bad as the quincy, which meant he wasn't very durable either. Once the quincy vanished, the thing that trap him did as well. Sighing, he release his ressureccion and sheathed his zanpakuto. Then he vanish without a word.
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