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Post by Watt Johnson on Jun 16, 2013 17:11:53 GMT -5
By now, there wasn’t a single soul who didn’t know what was happening – the Arrancar invasion. And, despite his paperwork, Watt had snapped to attention as soon as he had heard. An event like this would likely mean he was going to have to be on red alert, given his position as a combat medic. Yes, he was the fourth seat, but there was no mistaking his proficiency with both a sword, his Shikai, and with the healing arts. And, as it turned out, his predictions were correct. Within the first ten minutes of the initial assault, he had been called to the front lines in order to apply emergency first aid to wounded Shinigami, and assist in sending them back for treatment.
Watt arrived on the scene, as quick as his lack of flash step allowed him, though to some, it would be like he had arrived too late. The more grateful just rejoiced at him arriving.
“Sitrep. Go.”
Though he was but a medic, his management of the situation was astounding. He was, after all, used to dealing with pressure. He paced along, a Shinigami he didn’t even look at alongside him.”
“We’ve got multiple wounded, none mortally, but they’re out of commission until they’re healed.”
“Any fatalities?”
“None so far, sir.”
“Keep it that way, Twinkle Toes. Have some backup sent to me – I’m a medic first, and a fighter second. And have some people ready to retrieve anyone I heal up. This is now a war zone, I can only apply quick-fixes.”
“Yes sir!”
With that, Watt ran into the heat of battle, dodging Cero and Kido, be it crossfire or intentionally aimed at him. Desperate cries for help rang out from the wounded as they lay in pools of their own blood, others simply injured in a way that stopped them from moving. With exceptional speed for a man his age and ability, Watt dived behind cover, and got to work on a Shinigami who had, it seemed, been subjected to a wound in his chest, that was bleeding profusely.
“M-Med-”
“Don’t speak, son. You’ll only hurt yourself. Now, I want you to hold on. Don’t move, just breathe. It’ll be painful at first, but don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”
The glow of healing kido radiated form his hands, and the Shinigami’s relief was etched into his face as he received Watt’s treatment.
“That’s good, keep breathing. Someone on retrieval duty’ll get here soon. Just keep breathing until then. Go it?”
With a grunt, Watt’s patient nodded, prompting the medic to turn. Though, what he saw was not pleasant at all – though, given the location, he knew to expect it.
“Oh, hell no… And just as I thought I could make it through the battle without fighting…”
Watt drew his Zanpakutō, and readied himself, awaiting any attacks towards him. It was an Arrancar invasion – he knew not to be surprised that there was an Arrancar before him.
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Post by wenceslas coronado on Jun 30, 2013 16:00:32 GMT -5
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The King approves it; the King will bear it.
Wenceslas Coronado de la Cima
In a matter of hours, tons of Arrancar received the command to invade Soul Society and delivered. Amidst the chaos of arrancar and shinigami confrontations, an arrancar wearing the standard arrancar uniform wearing a wine red band, the current lone fraccion of the Second Espada, Wenceslas Coronado de la Cima, stepped out of a garganta which opened in the mellow sky over Seireitei near the outer barracks. He wore his golden overcoat over his garbs and wore both his golden necklace and matching bracelets.
He emerged with his arms crossed and eyes closed as usual, not because of anger as much as he felt frustrated. He had participated in some previous battles and they all end up in weird fights. The orders he received only said to kill shinigami which meant he could just kill one and leave, anyway. He did not care to receive the accolades given to a war hero since those ended in fraccion positions, which he already had.
His body fell from the air rustling his clothing and golden hair for the time he descended. Once he completed his silent landing, he opened his eyes to give a dull stare to the carnage surrounding him. Though the sky beamed with peaceful life, the sound of blades clashing, buildings crumbling, beings running, injured crying out threw the peacefulness off. Everything showed the dwelling place of the shinigami had gone into complete chaos. Though shinigami ran around fighting arrancar, none stopped to attack Wenceslas, as if they knew better than to interact with him.
Despite his disinterest in participating, Wenceslas decided he would stay and look around. Though he started his afterlife over one thousand years ago, the amount of times he came to Soul Society were few. He had time to look at whatever remained of the walls that aligned the barracks of the shinigami divisions. This surveillance led him to noticed a tall, brown haired shinigami evading several attacks from arrancar before diving behind a large fragment of a wall. The other surrounding arrancar continued to attack the other shinigami nearby, but Wenceslas decided this man would receive torture and death at his own hands.
The segunda Espada's fraccion walked at a regular pace, making sure not to step on bodies or blood to avoid getting himself dirty, until he reached where the shinigami leaned over another body. The shinigami's hands had a green glow which Wenceslas had seen before in other occasions. "So, you're a healer." Wenceslas would much rather play with this guy's head than kill him immediately just for thrills. After the man drew his zanpakto, Wenceslas made sure to step into a position so the man would have space to escape. While he quickly positioned himself, he pointed his right hand's index finger between the man and the one the shinigami healed.
It looked like the healing may have succeeded, but the patient probably could not walk well on their own. Without a second thought, Wenceslas fired his deeply blood red cero at the two. The healer shinigami would not have to struggle much to get out of the cero's path, but, if he did, the other man would easily get enveloped in the cero, and, considering his condition, the injured shinigami would probably die. The healer shinigami looked fast, but holding the man's body would definitely weight him down to where both of them would get far too damaged from the arrancar's cero.
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Post by Watt Johnson on Jun 30, 2013 18:25:46 GMT -5
Damn it… Damn it all to Hell…
The power the Arrancar before Watt was emitting was something else entirely. Having been a battle medic for as long as he had, Watt had been in the presence of more powerful ones, to be sure, but there had been more combat-oriented troops at his side. They had kept the enemy off of him while he had escaped with the patient. This was different, however. Sure, running was possibility, but there was the patient he had just treated worry about – he couldn’t just leave him. Not out of some misguided sense of justice or morality, but because his honour as a doctor depended on not abandoning those entrusted to him.
“So, you’re a healer?”
Watt interpreted this as an attempt to throw him off-guard, something to try and mess up his psyche. What his opponent failed to realise was that he was dealing with a Shinigami was well into his nine-hundreds. Coronado was still his senior, but Watt had still seen and heard some pretty messed-up things in his time. He would slap himself if he was distracted by mere banter. And yet, he decided to respond anyway, keeping pace with his foe verbally – even if his fighting ability would not be up to scratch. He was the fourth seat of Squad Four – not Squad Eleven.
“Me? Oh, no, I’m a sock puppet. I’m only here on the front line to give our Shinigami a good laugh and boost their morale.”
The reply was practically dripping with sarcasm. Watt wasn’t even trying to hide it – why bother? They were going to fight, not argue. Though he would have preferred being able to stand back and heal, as opposed to use his Zanpakutō, Watt took a defensive stance, and steeled himself for whatever was to come. Unfortunately for him, what was coming next was a Cero. And Ceros weren’t exactly renowned for being the most easy of attacks to cope with.
Experience had taught the Shinigami well, for he reacted quickly. He did not attempt to evade, nor did he attempt to move his patient out of the way. Instead, he tried his luck, and decided to attempt to block the attack with something of his own. In one fluid movement, Watt sheathed his Zanpakutō, and held both his hands towards the charging Cero.
“Bakudo, number thirty-nine! Enkōsen”
True, Watt was outclassed by his foe in almost every aspect. However, their Seijuu seemed to be roughly equal – and, with Watt using a double-handed Enkōsen to block the Cero, the attack was largely negated.
“Heh… Been a while since I’ve had to use that one. Mind if I take a swing at you?”
Watt didn’t wait for permission to attack – the talking was just to hide the fact that using two intermediate-level techniques at the same time had left him a little out of breath. He had to keep the Arrancar on his toes, lest the situation get any worse. People would get suspicious if he was gone for too long, so there was the possibility of reinforcements, but it was highly unlikely. Watt was practically on his own. Hence, why he now stepped cautiously in, attempting a mediocre swing at Wenceslas’ right thigh.
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Post by wenceslas coronado on Jul 31, 2013 22:42:34 GMT -5
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WORDS.517 THEME.Magia, Kalafina NOTES.Sorry for taking 2,000 years to post. Shouldn't happen again. If it will, I'll tell you. Also, not planning on killing him, don't think it will come to that. I'm thinking the wound wasn't very deep, but I'll let you determine that. The bala wasn't finished so it shouldn't do much damage if it lands. He's more depending on its explosive property to get Watt away. STATSHAN:8||REI:13 HAK:10||SEI:12 BUK: 9||HOH:8
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The King approves it; the King will bear it.
Wenceslas Coronado de la Cima
As the shinigami replied to his question, Wenceslas kept a still face. The sarcasm did get to him and the way the shinigami used it made Wenceslas even more annoyed, but he continued to hold his firm expression to stay in control of the situation. The cero would be point blank range so it would definitely hit, but its destructive power would be minimized greatly enough so that the medic would survive for more torture. The medic seemed to weigh his options and attempt something Wenceslas did not expect. The healer raised the hands he just finished using for healing to protect. Just by looking at him, Wenceslas knew this man did not have the resistance necessary to take a cero into his hands. Understanding how foolish this feat the shinigami attempted made Wenceslas lose his stern expression for a slight smirk. In all his year's, Wenceslas had not seen anyone crazy enough to take a cero into their own hands literally.
Then the man chanted and grew a barrier. The healer did not have to have much strength, swordsmanship, or dexterity but he did have to have one thing: reiryoku control. Considering the destructive power of a cero kicks in at large distances, any damage the cero did would only credit how short of a time the healer had to make the shield. Despite this, Wenceslas fired the cero, and, sure enough, the shield blocked the cero almost completely.
The impact at such a close range slid Wenceslas back to have about 2 yards of distance from the healer. To avoid any of the stones or blood from getting onto his face, Wenceslas covered his face with his left arm. When he looked up, the man asked for a chance to swing and lunged at Wenceslas. Because of his haughty instinct, he heard nothing nor paid any mind to the request, he just analyzed his opponent. Because of all the noise and craze, Wenceslas could neither hear nor tell that the other had any fatigue. The impact of the cero left him quite shaken up so he did not have much time to draw his katana.
Actually, he did not have much time to do anything. The blade sailed toward Wenceslas weakly but with enough focus to get through some of Wenceslas' weak hierro and cut him, drawing some blood out of the wound. While the attack came, though, Wenceslas opened his right hand and pulled it back while forming a baseball-sized sphere with a wine red color. The katana slicing his clothing and thigh did not help him keep his focus but the pain helped propel his right hand forward in rage. He sent his palm toward the shinigami's abdomen area, trying to land the unfinished bala onto the man so, even if he did not take much damage, he would at least get pushed back. After this, Wenceslas would probably try to stand tall to see how deep the zanpakto dug into his leg and begin thinking of a better, more efficient way of making the healer's life considerably worse or possibly ending it.
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Post by Watt Johnson on Aug 4, 2013 21:08:33 GMT -5
In all honesty, Watt was actually fairly surprised that he had managed to land a hit on the Arrancar. He had expected this to be a curb-stomp battle, delayed only by his Kido usage. It wsn’t as if he could heal himself, anyway – not only would this put an obscene drain on his energy, but the time it would take would make things entirely implausible. He couldn’t even sense a weakness to exploit – his foe did not seem arrogant, he didn’t seem complacent, he didn’t even seem to possess any traits that Watt could outclass him on. It was just a matter of when he would be beaten, not if.
Watt was not known for his speed – he was a combat medic, not an athlete. And even if he was, he doubted that he would have been able to react in time to the counterattack, even if he did notice it before it actually impacted. He certainly felt it, though – the full force of it. With neither the time nor the room to dodge, Watt was at his enemy’s mercy, and unfortunately for him stocks of mercy seemed to be running particularly low at that point in time. Watt’s eyes widened, his mouth opening to let out a pained grunt, his abdomen feeling like it was hit by steam train.
Though not quite Cero-level, the Bala still did quite a number on Watt. He wasn’t particularly heavy, and his endurance was something people scoffed at with good reason. Some could refer to him as a Squishy Wizard – others would opt for the term “Glass Cannon.” Irrespective of term choice, Watt was sent tumbling backwards, his groaning as he stood up more akin to that of a drunkard awaking from a particularly deep sleep, into the grim reality of a head-shattering hangover. Except this time, Watt wasn’t hungover, but slightly doubled-over. Nevertheless, the fire in his eyes still burned bright, and there was still a good amount of fight in him.
“Bah… I swear, I’m going to have to contact Squad Twelve about body armour. Whose bright idea was it to make us keep wearing these things, anyway?”
Watt rolled his shoulders, and managed to straighten himself back up. The pain was temporary, and could be ignored when it was still around. He didn’t seem to have suffered much damage – the pain was likely just him being surprised by the attack. However, Watt was stuck in a rut here – while they were both likely equals in terms of Kido and whatnot, it would eventually come down to the two crossing blades. A prospect Watt did not relish. So, he took up a defensive stance, waiting, watching. He couldn’t go on the attack, not when his objective was to hold out until backup arrived.
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Post by wenceslas coronado on Aug 31, 2013 22:51:35 GMT -5
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WORDS.517 THEME.Magia, Kalafina NOTES.Sorry for taking 2,000 years to post. Shouldn't happen again. If it will, I'll tell you. Also, not planning on killing him, don't think it will come to that. I'm thinking the wound wasn't very deep, but I'll let you determine that. The bala wasn't finished so it shouldn't do much damage if it lands. He's more depending on its explosive property to get Watt away. STATSHAN:8||REI:13 HAK:10||SEI:12 BUK: 9||HOH:8
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The King approves it; the King will bear it.
Wenceslas Coronado de la Cima
Wenceslas watched as the man stood, though he did not care of the person's condition. He did not use the bala for attacking the shinigami. Wenceslas stood stronger and taller to show his strength though he did feel some pain. Holding his expression plain and empty, Wenceslas held his right arm out to the man to point with his right index out to the man. Immediately, red reiryoku swirled at his finger. "You'll regret your actions , shinigami." Instead of firing, though, the arrancar finished charging the cero which compressed into a sort of red bracelet which wrapped itself around the shinigami's wrist. After this, Wenceslas gripped his katana and charged quickly to the shinigami, fighting through the wound and its pain. Once he reached the shingami, he brought the katana down on the shinigami toward his shoulder. The attack may have been easily read but he had a plan for respond.
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Post by Watt Johnson on Sept 1, 2013 19:18:44 GMT -5
Watt, while not the fastest Shinigami in history, was certainly nor the slowest, nor was he the least perceptive. He could not full evade the strike dealt to him by Coronado, but he did manage to escape with only a long cut – not deep enough to be more than an inconvenience. The wound down his chest began bleeding, and the uncomfortable stinging began, but Watt took no notice. Instead, he dashed forward, sidestepping at the last second, in an attempt to throw off his foe. The field medic then thrust forwards, hoping that he could at least score another hit on his foe.
“You’re full of hot air, Arrancar. You’re being held up by a field medic, and not a very good one at that – think about what my colleagues could do to you, given half the chance.. I think you’re the one who’s going to be regretting actions today.”
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