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Post by Watt Johnson on Sept 28, 2013 17:57:48 GMT -5
“Shit.”
That was pretty much the only way Watt could describe his situation. One single word, a single profanity – and it summed up the situation he was in quite well.
Due to some miscalculation on his part, Watt’s Zanpakuto had been knocked out of his hand by a rampaging Hollow. And, somehow, it seemed that his Kido had been suppressed. Whether this was the Hollow’s doing or something else, he hadn’t a clue. Either way, he had been reduced to using his fists to fight. Which, given his squad and his profession, was not quite how he was hoping things would go.
It was a given that Watt knew hand-to-hand combat, and just where to strike. After all, he planned for quite a few situations – his disarming being among them. However, the fact remained hat he was weaker than malnourished tap water. It wasn’t even a particularly tough Hollow – just a bit bigger than he was used to. He’d have no trouble if he had an opportunity to get his blade back, but he couldn’t turn for even a second. He wasn’t fast enough to use Flash Step, and there seemed to be nobody around to help him. But, he did not want to die an undignified death – hence why he was attempting to punch a Hollow out with his bare hands.
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Post by Ace Beleren on Oct 31, 2013 19:07:27 GMT -5
Words: Whatever bro.. Notes: Italics he can hear Tags: Watt The mind: a great weapon and an evengreater weakness
There was a silent rush, and a feeling of urgency that the man hadn't felt in some time. He knew what a shinigami was, in fact he had met a few in his travels - even if he hadn't, the memories of others were enough to fill that void - so this sensation was something he was far to used to. A shinigami, not the most powerful, against a hollow and while it was also not the most powerful but something seemed off. A shinigami, no matter how powerful, were trained to take out these beasts of the night. To imagine that one was giving a shinigami trouble, for whatever reason, was a heartache in and of itself. He didn't want to see someone mauled to death, and as the Obelisk of kindness, it was his job to save the man.
Using Bringer light, Ace vanished, tracing the small gathering of reiatsu. His hand reaching inside of his pocket pulling out a small replica of a brain. Many people wouldn't understand what this object meant to the man, and even less would be as accepting as his fellow fullbringers. He was sure that without a doubt, the people that wrote societies standard of normal would chastise him for it. They didn't understand, they couldn't. They couldn't even begin to fathom what he was capable of, but this shinigami could. He needed to save him, or at least help him. Lifting his hand with the small brain grasped by his fingers, he stared forward. "Memory Sculptor of thoughts" As the words drifted from his lips like a cool breeze, the small object began to glow a bright, vivid blue. His eyes after a moment repeated the color before the brain vanished, and the man gripped the brim of his hood.
Pulling the dark blue cover over his head, as shadows encroached on his facial features, covering everything in a silent darkness, the mans eyes were the only things that could be seen from within the seemingly vast, deep darkness. As he made his way toward the man, he started attuning their reiatsu, he needed to tap into the mans mind to communicate with him. This didn't take as long as he expected, in fact only a moment had gone by before the connection was made. Ace had become very good at his ability, and with all of his powers, to be honest. He used knowledge to try and unlock more powers; however, without wasting any more time, Ace started speaking to the other man. Before you freak out, I'm coming to help. I'm nearly there, just stay alive.
Hopefully it had done it's intended purpose, keeping the man alive, and functioning. He could tell, one bringer light and he'd be there. He'd be ready to stop the beasts in it's tracks. Though, to be quite frank, Ace couldn't do much to a hollow, let alone a weak one like this. He needed to resort to his physical abilities. One final bringer light, and there stood the hooded man, his eyes staring at the blackened beast before him. He was large, and the shinigami, as expected, was in a bind. He didn't have a sword, which was odd. Perhaps it was knocked away during the fight. Either way, Ace needed to end this as soon as possible. Releasing his reaitsu to it's max, pushing it to it's limit, he was hoping to cripple the hollow where it stood. Ace had a very large, and powerful pool of reiryoku, and that meant that the weight from his reiatsu was unlike any other. The weight bared down on the hollow, it's steps were slower, harder to maintain.
This was it, using bringer light, Ace appeared before the hollow, bringing his leg around and inward toward it's gut in a roundhouse style swing. The contact was made and the hollow instantly spit out a mouthful of blood. It's body shot toward the ground, skidding and bouncing before coming to a halt roughly ten meters from the two other men. Ace didn't waste any time, bringing himself to the beasts side he started using a wide range of different martial arts. Hitting key points in his ribs, shoulder and thigh. He was going to cripple the beast. Still accessing the connection between the two men, Ace roared inwardly. Get your sword now! Cleanse this beast!
HAN: 14 REI:21 HAK: 21 SEI: 21 BUK: 14 HOH: 14 |
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Post by Watt Johnson on Oct 31, 2013 21:37:09 GMT -5
Watt was barely holding the Hollow back - it was pushing him further, and Watt was losing ground with every passing second. But, he refused to relent. To die such an undignified death was not on his to-do list - dying in general was not on there. Watt did, however, manage to muster enough strength to push the beast back, just a little, enough to give him some breathing space. Watt would need it - the beast was proving far more troublesome than he had originally thought would be possible. He was just about to charge it again, when a voice in his head spoke to him. The massive presence that accompanied it did not exactly reassure him, but he let the stranger go at it anyway.
What he saw happen next was, he had to admit, fairly astounding. While he had watched Squad Eleven members train and brawl many a time before, this was the first time he had seen such a masterful display. At least, by someone who wasn't a captain, or t the very least, a lieutenant. However, he knew he didn't have time to just stand around and gawk. He was accustomed to strange things, and a man beating the tar out of a Hollow was no exception. Watt snatched up his Zanpakuto, and without a moment's hesitation, brought it down upon the Hollow, purifying it in one fell swoop.
Watt sheathed his blade, and turned to face his saviour. Though he would not fully bow - his pride coming into play - he still bowed his head slightly, showing his gratitude.
"My thanks," he said - albeit begrudgingly, "I was... In a bit of a pinch, there. Glad you could help out."
Though he did not say much, it would be evident to the more perceptive of people that he was actually exceedingly grateful. It was just that his mannerisms made him seem like he wasn't - in all his years, he'd never been good at thanking people while seeming sincere about it.
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