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Post by Gangrel Orsino on Oct 22, 2013 2:38:45 GMT -5
Where the reishi was abundant, so too were Hollows... a single reptillian Hollow trotted freely near the grounds of a tall hotel, before jumping up onto one of it's walls and swiftly climbing up it's face. It moved on pure instinct - the light of the full moon in the night sky above illuminated it's cruel features and white, triangular scales, as well as a beard of poisonous spines covering it's neck. Amidst a neighboring rooftop Gangrel quietly sat, in what seemed to be a worn out old lawn chair left where it was by the building's residents most likely. His legs were crossed, and a single fist supported his head as he kept his eyes halfway open just to observe the distant creature.
It stopped midway through it's ascension; nearing Gangrel, it stopped to look on with confusion at Gangrel with it's greyish lime colored eyes, which appeared as naught but a strange glowing light that flickered with timidity at the strange presence before the masked Hollow. Gangrel's eyes peered into it's own as he lowered his fist. Straightening his posture, he sat up, not removing himself from the chair as the great lizard moved to become face to face with him, hopping loudly onto the roof he was on.
The creature made uncertain moves towards him... it seemed at first to recognize him as food, but also as another Hollow, which made it uneasy. Gangrel merely flared a current of his red reiatsu, littered with violent currents of black static. It was a tiny flare but it seemed to get the message across to the Hollow - it stood no chance against him. But his idleness afterward also indicated he had no intention of attacking it, and for either stupidity or curiosity, the Hollowed lizard did not flee. It simply... studied him, and for a moment Gangrel thought he saw a flicker of intelligence in it's eyes with his own perceptive, white-silver irises, his own gaze made unsettling by his sanguine red scleras which lacked the natural white color of the usual eye.
Perhaps it was because he himself had once been a Hollow, but Gangrel did not attack the reptilian. It came no closer and he liked it anyway... right now it was weak, pathetic even. But it seemed to have potential as a soul... so Gangrel stood up, kicked over the lawn chair, and walked away before the Hollow could be tempted to defy fear and attack. But as Gangrel moved away, he heard the scratching of the reptilian's claws against the concrete roof, and turned to see it following him - not chasing him, but just following him aimlessly. He sighed and ran one of his black and white, skeletal armor-clad hands through his pale hair and then rubbed his temples.
It seemed the newborn was intent on following him...
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Post by Lyra Ishigami on Oct 22, 2013 17:09:16 GMT -5
I hate it. The woman's fists were clenched, as she stood perfectly still whilst her garganta brought her into the human world.
The moon was full, sky full of stars: a serene scene, ruined by the business of the streets below. The entire human "condition" was a plague upon this beautiful world, destroying the natural order of things, imposing its own will upon others, forcing them to bend. That was the type of beings humans were, viruses, bacteria, parasites. And what happens to parasites? They get eliminated: one by one, inch by inch, their existence is eradicated, leaving no room for them to run and even less to hide. And who better to exterminate these insects than the Primera?
People gathered from all over the country to celebrate this evening, an entire festival held annually to mark the end of the harvest. Lanterns illuminated an entire closed off street just so that all those gathered here this evening could enjoy the plethora of food stands, street vendors and entertainment. Adults and children alike filled the streets, laughing, giggling, generally having a great time. First-timers looked in awe as several stunning women appeared on centre stage, each wearing a different coloured — yet equally exquisite — kimono. The rainbow of colours flashed before their eyes as each moved gracefully across the stage. Their twists and turns caused the finely decorated fabric to flow around them, creating little bursts of colour surrounding each dancer. The view from above was no less impressive: several independent twisters made up of a rainbow of colours filled the stage, each spaced the exact same distance apart, every one of them moving in sync to avoid any collisions.
The black ripple of her portal split open the skyline, splitting the full move in half latitudinally. Slowly, the thin line began spreading, revealing at first the woman's bare torso. As it grew in height, the woman stood motionless on her perch in the skies staring directly down upon the stage, the only thing she had on her was her beloved zanpakuto. The arrancar took no time to burst down upon the stage.
A loud sonic boom was the signal of her descent, as she landed, the force of her fall would prove to be the ultimate test for the structural integrity of the stage, causing several of the support beams to crack and break under pressure. Her arrival undoubtedly marked the end of celebrations as viewers, unable to see her, panicked at what they assumed to be some natural disaster. The shock wave produced at the point of impact alone was enough to knock several of the kimono wearing dancers off their feet. The ones on the outer edges of the stage would find themselves in a slightly better position, but as they tried to escape the stage, they would find their fancy dresses more of a hindrance now, tripping over the length fabric clumsily.
Lyra stood over a particular dancer a mere half metre away from her. The woman tried to crawl to her feel, but the arrancar would see to it that she couldn't get up. She placed her bare foot on bottom of the panicking woman's dress and watched as she tried in vain to get back on her feet. The distinct sound of her zanpakuto being unsheathed resonated across the stage, perhaps audible by these mere humans: it wouldn't matter. She stared into the eyes of the woman now crying, trying desperately to figure out what sort of invisible force was keeping her grounded. Lyra's weapon glistened in the moonlight, emitting a slight glow of purple as she raised it toward the lunar light. For a split second, she could swear the woman on the ground was able to see her as they locked eyes. As the fraction of the second passed, Lyra's gaze soon turned into a glare. How dare she look at me like that?! A swift swing of her blade separated he woman's torso from her legs. The resulting pool of blood quickly dyed the once white fabric a dark crimson. Ignoring the screams of horror, the woman knelt down, and picked up the once pristine garment by the collar. With a firm shake, she rid the kimono of its previous owner. In a fluid motion, she swung it over her own shoulders, sliding her slender arms into the rather loose sleeves; she didn't bother with the obi, seeing as it was already severed by her blade — she also had no idea how to properly tie it anyway.
She gave a small twirl, showing off the fit of her new clothing: a perfect fit. Now that she's all dressed up, she was ready for her night out. With her blade at her side, she quickly rushed forward, running the charcoal blade through several civilians on her way. The woman moved up the street slicing pedestrians and blowing up stands as she passed. She was uncharacteristically efficient, making her way through the entire festival in a matter of minutes, leaving a trail of corpses and destruction. Normally, she'd be satisfied, but something was different tonight: she wanted more. Perhaps something inside her had finally snapped? No, that happened a long time ago. The full moon? Or maybe it was just her time of the month. Who knows? The only thing she was certain of was that she needed to see more things burnt to the ground.
It was a this point she noticed a rather large hollow atop one of the nearby buildings. She could feel another presence too, but in her current mindset, she didn't much care for that. In fact, she didn't care much for anything other than destruction. She made little effort to conceal her presence as she made her way toward the building, cutting down anything that was even remotely in her way. Reaching the base of the rather tall building the arrancar first placed a foot on the side of the building, then followed with the other, sprinting vertically up the building's side. In a matter of seconds, she was on the rooftop, standing but a few metres away from the towering hollow and its companion. Without notice, the woman's figure disappeared, materializing a mere fraction of a second later, placing herself underneath the hollow's neck. A swift upward slash and she was showered with the warm dark liquid which flowed through the hollow's arteries. She turned her weapon ninety degrees, and with a fluid motion sliced down the beast's belly, watching as its entrails fell toward the floor. Before the creature could collapse on top of her, she disappeared once more, only to appear centimetres in front of the creature. She stared at the lifeless orbs that were the creature's eyes and a faint smile appeared across her lips. This was a decent start, but she wanted more.
"I hope you two weren't close." She didn't bother looking at the other presence as she spoke, there was no point in it: either he would leave, or he would be turned into dust, either way, he'd make himself scarce. With that, the woman pointed her index finger downward, launching a barrage of bala at the building they were just standing on. As each blast of energy collided with the concrete it exploded with considerable energy. After the dust had settled, the eight storey building which once existed underneath them was now nothing but a pile of rubble. The residents within it? Well, if they didn't succumb to the explosive blasts, they surely would have been crushed by the rubble.
A barely living hand reached out from underneath a rather large slab of concrete beside Lyra. Her blade moved through the air too quickly for the eye to pick up, and all that could be perceived was a slight amethyst glimmer. It took a moment for the owner of the hand to register it, but when he tried to move his finger, he'd discover that they would no longer respond. The severed hand rolled to a stop only steps away from the woman. Disgusting A swift bala blew the flesh and bones away, leaving only a crater where the hand used to be.
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Post by Gangrel Orsino on Oct 22, 2013 17:56:46 GMT -5
Gangrel really didn't want the reptilian following him. Strong beings only attracted other powerful presences, a recipe for disaster that had annihilated many who came close to Gangrel before. He kept his arms crossed as he faced the reptile and sighed audibly. At the sound of his exhale the reptile perked up it's head with surprise and tensed up - Gangrel thought it had been his release of breath that the reptile had been startled by and found the expression rather cute. But then, he felt it suddenly... a dreadful presence of reiatsu that only grew as a series of shockwaves and explosions filled the once quiet air of the night. Floods of screams came with fleeing pedestrians, and Gangrel tried to suppress his reiatsu to hide himself from the unknown power that steadily approached. The presence drew ever closer. Knowing the lizard wouldn't survive if it remained close, Gangrel aimed his palm at it and fired his Flash Wall technique which struck it just below the neck - however, his oddly colored eyes widened with astonishment as he saw the form of a barely clothed woman dash up from the side of the building and slash at the Hollow's neck! Sparks flew violently from her strike, which bounced off the square-shaped red barrier that had moved between the Arrancar's blade and the Hollow's spiny neck. The force of the barrier striking the Hollow knocked it backwards, but it had already sensed danger. A Garganta of it's own opened behind it and swallowed it's form, and the square surface of reiatsu Gangrel had projected from his hand shortly after it, before the gateway closed. Whilst the female completed the motion of her slash, however, Gangrel braced himself and held both his hands outward; one above his right shoulder, the other below his left, before a low grunt escaped his mouth. Blood gushed past his lips and began twisting before him, shaping into a lengthy form between his outstretched hands.Glowing with his sanguine red reiatsu the blood expanded, swirling violently as an audible torrent. The blood then fell, but revealed an object where it had once been; a huge skeletal greatsword was now in Gangrel's grasp, made of bone with odd effigy qualities throughout it's craftmanship. The hilt actually ran through a hollowed out section of the blade, ending beneath a row of sharp teeth placed in the midsection of the daunting edge. With one hand clutching the spine-like grip within the blade, and the other hand grasping the grip beneath it's horned hilt, Gangrel immediately rushed the female as she began to blast bala into the ground. However, his footing was disturbed as she began to blast the floor, and he realized their foundation would soon be reduced to dust under her enormous display of power. Tilting his blade, one of the teeth in the sword's false mouth jutted outwards and began to grow out into a tremendous, serrated sword shaped fang, which crudely snapped off and began to levitate beside Gangrel. Just as the ground began to collapse into a thousand pieces beneath his feet it rotated onto it's flat side and slid beneath his feet, catching him before he could fall so much as an inch and then quickly drawing backwards. Adjusting his hefty blade, he shielded himself from the onslaught of dust and debris that came from below with the blade of his true form. It actually resembled a resureccion, much like how Gangrel himself looked like an Arrancar... because he'd been one before being sent to Hell. He was forced to endure a cruel scene from atop his floating tooth sword as she destroyed the idle limb of a doomed survivor, stuck in the rubble. Gritting his teeth at her obvious madness Gangrel surged his red, static-covered reiatsu into his blade, fueling it's powers. Blood then immediately gushed from the weapon and began to spiral around it menacingly in vicious currents, as if to prepare something unknown... [/i] HAN: 22 REI: 14 HAK: 24 SEI: 24 BUK: 14 HOH: 17 Charging: Breath of Nidhoggr[/color] [/ul]
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Post by Lyra Ishigami on Oct 22, 2013 19:25:47 GMT -5
Tch, shame.... The woman snapped back to reality, after hearing the sound of her zanpakuto contact something hard, and definitely not hollow flesh. Admittedly, she gets ahead of herself sometimes, her mind conjuring pictures of things yet to happen, this was merely one of those times. No matter, it just meant that she'd have to track down the beast in its home and kill it, and perhaps some of its kin. If anything, this act merely provided the arrancar with more things to destroy. Perhaps she should thank the man. The woman could sense his location, but was still refusing to give him the privilege of her gaze. It wasn't anything personal, she just wasn't in the mood for games. Tonight was all about her and what she wanted: destruction, bloodshed, and explosions.
Was this his way of notifying her that he'll continually get in her way tonight? She stood within the rubble, awaiting a response. What she got was a rather unappealing grunt and a sudden increase in his spiritual mass. That was apparently his answer. The woman dug her toes under some loose slabs of concrete, and with a swift series of kicks sent several basketball sized chunks flying upward toward the man. As they approached their target, she pointed her index finger, aiming precisely so that each bala she had fired was hidden from sight behind the piece of building.
This was definitely not the night to be messing with Lyra. She didn't stay to observe her attacks land, no they were merely a distraction. Whilst the initial wave of assault approached in the form of flying slabs of concrete, her real efforts were focused elsewhere. With little effort, she placed herself directly underneath the man, and with a surge of reiatsu, she launched herself upward, her zanpakuto at her side. The timing had to be perfect.
Just as the debris (and balas) were to make contact, the woman would have been within striking distance. Expecting him to foresee her upward strike, she quickly gathered reiatsu underneath her feet, and with an audible boom, she'd have disappeared, only to emerge above him: this would be the true location of her strike. Bringing her charcoal blade back, she once again condensed some spiritual mass beneath (or above?) Her feet. Using this newly formed platform, she bent her knees and swiftly kicked off it, increasing her velocity as she thrust the weapon downward. She wasn't aiming her attack directly above his skull, no, his natural degree of motion would easily perry that. Where the woman aimed was slightly off centre, a close to the nape of his neck, perhaps a bit further away, so that an attempt to deter her strike would place his arm (and hopefully weapon) in an extremely awkward position — even if he could to contest this strike, it would certainly leave her space to follow up. In any case, she wasn't going to just sit back and allow him to ruin her night.
What ever it was that he was planning, she would make sure she'd put a quick stop to it.
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Post by Gangrel Orsino on Oct 24, 2013 14:05:22 GMT -5
The mass of blood surrounding Gangrel's bone sword suddenly rushed into the skull mounted on the blade's crossed hilt of horns, but it did not remain within the caricature for long. From the scarred skull's maw a tremendous red fog issued forth, expanding into a sanguine-crimson cloud that encompassed the space in which Gangrel resided. A strange energy within the thick cloud made it impossible to sense clearly within it, masking it's contents entirely. Gangrel simply hopped off his sword, remaining afloat. Evading the projectiles was a simple matter now that he couldn't be seen. Moving to the far right, the concrete as well as the projectiles following behind them were swallowed by the fog, bursting out on the other end of the cloud before the bala finally struck their marks. The concrete exploded violently against their impact, releasing a cloud of debris and reassuring Gangrel that the spiritual power of this woman was nothing to trifle with. The entire cloud was like an extended sense of touch for Gangrel, enabling him to feel her approaching below the cloud. He assumed she was aiming for where he had been previously, or strategically estimated where his location might've been, as coincidentally she did happen to be moving in his direction... but on a skewed path. As the cloud's boundaries were a zone where this bloodthirsty female would lack the benefit of sight or spiritual sensory, Gangrel set a devious counter in motion. The serrated tooth-sword spawned from his skeletal blade aimed it's tip downward, and then began diving towards her. Gangrel moved backwards, out of her path, but before his bone sword could strike the woman her expertly timed sondio technique positioned her at the top reaches of the cloud! His counter was foiled, for now. She dove down again in a deadly attack however, this time straight towards the tooth sword rather than Gangrel himself. Adjusting it so it's sharp tip faced her, it moved to the right as she thrust towards it, and attempted to skewer her right breast at a crude angle. The tooth sloshed with blood spiraling around it, giving her a chance at hearing it if she came close - though, the sound was faint, and couldn't be heard from any distance greater than a small stretch. Although she couldn't know his location so long as the fog remained, Gangrel knew exactly where she was now in the aftermath of her assault. Around the same time the tooth-sword drew near her, Gangrel clung tightly to his weapon, moving it and his body together about five feet above her through the blood manipulation his true form endowed upon him. Hoping to time his attack so it struck her in whatever reaction she had to the floating sword below, Gangrel made a deadly thrust of his grotesque greatsword towards her back, aiming to sever her lower spinal chord and spill her intestines with a powerful push of his large blade. Amidst it all the stench of blood filled the air, the product of the fog. which stimulated Gangrel's senses with it's heavy scent. [/i] HAN: 22 REI: 14 HAK: 24 SEI: 24 BUK: 14 HOH: 17 Actions [/color][/ul] [/ul]
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Post by Lyra Ishigami on Oct 24, 2013 20:55:52 GMT -5
It would seem that she was correct in assuming that this man wasn't about to leave her be. Despite the all this commotion, she was able to let out an inwards sigh. Was it really that hard to get what she wanted? It wasn't like she was asking for much either, just the end of the world. The foul stench of blood — a scent she was all too familiar with — brought her mind back to the task at hand. In an instant her vision was reduced to almost zero, within the fog she could feel his reiatsu being scattered and dissipated taking that sense away from her too. That wouldn't matter so much though; did he think the woman was foolish enough to rely on vision as her main source of sensory input? The last and least developed sense of them all? No, millennia of wander the planes of existence has taught her much better than that.
The tips of her lips curled upward revealing her fangs, forming a rather wicked smile as she entered the crimson mist. A shower of blood? Was she to be scared of something as delightful as that? Making no adjustments to her trajectory the woman continued with her strike. A loud crack and the sound of bone shattering resonated as her blade entered his bone weapon. Despite not hitting her intended target, the woman's did gain something form the attack. Amidst the fog, she noticed the slight dampening of the sound waves sent fourth by their attack clashing — perhaps due to the humidity and density of the sanguine liquid, if nothing else, she'd be able to tweak her movements slightly to compensate.
Just as she was toying with the idea of dampened sound, her ears perked up in reaction to hearing something pierce the droplets of blood within the fog. There was undoubtedly something coming towards her direction, but she couldn't make out what. Suddenly, she felt the pressure on her lower back. The fabric of her stolen kimono provided her with an extra fraction of a second to react — she didn't just wear clothes for as a fashion statement!
Instantly, the woman's grip tightened around her zanpakuto, turning the charcoal blade into nothing but mere dust. The dissolution of her zanpakuto was followed by a rapid burst of spiritual density, as all of her spiritual mass exploded all at once, entering her body, restoring her of her true power. The large explosion of reiatsu caused an outward explosion of air pressure, blowing back a significant portion of the blood which had surrounded him, she would have preferred to leave him with none, but it would seem that mere release of her weapon wasn't enough to do so. The woman's fair skin was quickly covered in black fur, her figure enlarging several times in size. Her hands and feet were replaced with paws with brutal looking claws, her mouth and nose elongated, fusing into a muzzle. Her amethyst eyes grew wide, losing their human pupils, taking on the form of something much more monstrous.
Her kimono had long since been ripped to shreds by the enlargement of her body, but as he pushed his blade further toward the woman, he'd feel a much greater resistance. The natural thickness of her hide, along with her strengthened hierro dissipated the piercing force of his blade, reducing its cutting power. Instead of spilling her intestines, it merely entered about an inch into her thickened hide before the force from his strike would force the rest of her monstrous body away from him.
The wolf was thrown several metres away from their clash, floating in front of him, growling in a low pitch. The saliva, unable to be contained, dripped from the edges of her mouth. She stared at his prey with wild eyes, mouth slowly opening showing an enormous set of fangs, sharp enough to pierce the toughest of metals, complimented with jaws enough to crush rock.
Her hind legs bent, lowering half of her body, as she arched her back poised to pounce. Pushing off of the reiatsu beneath her, the beast leaped forward and disappeared form sight. Extending her claws, the animal appeared on top of him, this time her reappearance preceded the indicative boom. Traversing more swiftly than sound, the wolf's enormous claws crashed down upon them man, directly within the centre of the bloody mist. The sheer size of her paw (roughly the size of his torso) in conjunction with her resureccion blowing back some of the dense fog meant there was little room left for him to manoeuvre within his mist. Any means of avoidance would mean exposing some part of the man outside his sanctuary.
As her claw came down, the wolf pulled her lips back exposing fangs which glistened in the moonlight, ready to greet him if he decided to show himself. Just in case her bite would be insufficient, two of her nine tails arched reached forward, each producing a replica (albeit a bit larger to remain proportional to her size) of her zanpakuto. The white tips of her tails curled around the handle, pointing the tips of the blade at the crimson sphere.
Resurreccion: HAN: 22 | REI:16 | HAK:20 | SEI:12 | BUK:21 | HOH:23
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Post by Gangrel Orsino on Oct 25, 2013 3:23:52 GMT -5
Feeling his sword be literally pushed out of the Arrancar's wound by the release of her resureccion, Gangrel weighed his options... having clashed blades with her he could feel now his own reiatsu was of greater abundance and potency than her's. He probably could've pushed through, but, given that he was once an Arrancar himself he knew exactly what she was doing. He had no idea what new abilities she might use when transformed, so he pushed back instead, allowing his body to drift backwards with her release of spiritual power. Gangrel moved his sword behind his head, holding it lengthwise in both hands as she appeared in her new form. The towering blade rested on his shoulders whilst he observed his enemy. He'd drifted to the ground while she remained afloat in front of him. He suspected his reiatsu reserves exceeded her's, something he'd been paying attention to since he first detected her... so he decided to conserve, standing on ground. His hands tightly grasped both sections of his weapon's grip; it seemed at first as if he was in this position to charge something, as he began to crouch slightly to brace himself. He was deciding on whether or not to use Jormungandr as he watched her powerful jaws and sharp, cruel teeth... strong as they might've been however, his own physical strength surpassed her's by a significant stretch, regardless of the inhumanly large body she had acquired, and that blade of his would not be broken where mundane steel would be even if caught in those rows of fangs the Arrancar now possessed. Though blown astray, Gangrel's fog still loosely covered the area in fragments. The patches of fog were strewn about, some near Lyra and some near himself, but all were slowly returning towards him. He decided on using Jormungandr. However, before Gangrel could even begin to charge his weapon the female displayed the difference between them in speed. Her sonido brought her to him at great speeds - but he too was once the same species as her. He'd used that same technique before becoming a Togabito. And he reacted to it, though she had left only the smallest window for him to respond in given their cavernous gap in speed. Within the chunk of fog around him, Gangrel detected the position of her arms as she appeared. Acting on reflex, he moved towards her and pushed up, rising from his crouched position and thrusting both arms up at her wrists with all the strength he could muster - a tremendous sum. But though his strength was enough to cut her hierro, especially with the sword his true form produced which was comparable to a released zanpakuto, Gangrel wasn't just using his own strength. The female was swinging down with her own ferocious strength too... their combined motion was sure to cut her hands off, long before her claws threatened Gangrel. To aid the effort he discharged a sharp flare of reiatsu into his counter attack, flowing it through the edge of his blade to combat whatever energy she might've responded with, knowing his own was more potent. Regardless of whether the blade went through or simply lodged itself in her limbs, Gangrel released the powerful weapon and it took a surprising turn; the weapon pushed up, now moved by his spiritual power - part of his release was the ability to remotely wield that sword. It's speed just barely exceeded her's on it's own now, although it consumed more energy this way and left Gangrel without it's lethal edge, which had surprisingly held it's sharpness despite withstanding the full pressure of the reiatsu release Lyra had given off in releasing her Ressureccion. If she insisted on lunging towards him to bite it would've been on a course to bisect her skull into two neat halves. The sword pushed in a curved path with it's phantom motion, hard enough to forcibly move her limbs with it if it hadn't gone through them. It's destination was her face - if she didn't stop it, that sword seemed like was going to cleave through her eyes as well as her wrists. Worse yet an ominous torrent of blood emerged from it once more, fueled by the immense discharge of energy lingering in the blade from Gangrel's reiatsu flare. It glowed red with black static, until the blood accumulated so quickly not even the sword could be seen. The blood formed a rapidly spinning sphere of blood around the sword, which accelerated so much it's momentum could shred flesh from bone, and stood a very real chance at skinning away the Arrancar's hierro. Gangrel quickly took numerous steps back and focused on the remnants of his fog... it concentrated and rushed Lyra as it's new target, and would follow her wherever she went. All the while he continued trying to create more distance between him, and her. He wasn't trying to escape the transformed Arrancar - he was trying to evade the devastating technique he had unleashed. The red mass of blood around the weapon grew to be larger than her quickly, shredding apart concrete and creating a cyclonic wind with it's rapid spiral torrent; the sphere itself would pursue her if she was not mutilated by it already, using the fog as a guide to chase her if she went beyond Gangrel's line of sight. He hadn't bothered to look yet to see if he'd taken damage somehow throughout it all. [/i] HAN: 22 REI: 14 HAK: 24 SEI: 24 BUK: 14 HOH: 17 Actions [/i] [/ul] Comments [/color] [/ul]
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Post by Lyra Ishigami on Oct 25, 2013 15:22:40 GMT -5
OOC: Bite as in poised and ready to do so, you dealt with it well. Red sphere as in if there is a body of mist surrounding a floating body, I assumed it would be spherical in shape. Told you not to expect anything exceptional. >_> It's been quite a while since I've done a serious fight thread.
The woman expected to hear the sound of his skull cracking as her claw crashed down upon the man; she was not met with said sound, but the rather sharp edge of his blade. The combined velocities of her downwards strike and his upwards thrust gave her very little time to avoid harm. Only after his blade had pushed firmly past her hierro and hide was she finally able to react, she could feel his blade entering her skin, breaking several epithelial layers and drawing her precious blood. With a quick twist of her wrist, she transferred the thrusting force along her arm, turning his thrust into a much less damaging slash along her left arm.
As quickly as it came, her wolf form began dissipating, quickly giving the woman back her more human appeal. As her size shrank, the amount of contact his weapon had on her was lessened until it finally left the woman's skin, leaving a rather bloody cut all the way up her forearm, twisting its way to her elbow. In an instant, all traces of her animal form had gone, that is, aside from the nine tails. Her rapid transformation would inevitably mean his strike aimed at where her head once was, is now way off target, thrusting at the remnants of the wolf hollow.
She didn't need a moment to gauge her wound, and it didn't seem like he was going to give her one. All that she needed to know was that she could still hold a blade with that hand. The blood ran down her arm and covered her hand, dripping down to the rubble below, disappearing in the sea of crimson the man had created. She noticed the cyclone of blood gathering around his weapon and witnessed it grow rapidly, expanding easily past her previous size. As the crimson mass approached, it turned the nearby cement rubble into nothing but dust. This was definitely not something she wanted to stand near. She did notice, however, than the man was trying to place more distance between himself and her.
The arrancar wasn't entirely certain what his reason was, but if he wanted space, she'd make certain he wouldn't get any. The man didn't need to worry about losing his line of sight with her. The distance he had created vanished with a rapid push off the woman's rear foot, her body appeared mere inches in front of him with a quickened sonido. As much as she would have liked to focus the entirety of her attention on cutting the unarmed man to pieces, the woman made certain that a portion of her attention was always directed back at that whirling ball of death which seemingly followed her wherever she went.
Lyra was given a few precious seconds between the time she had arrived and the time the ball would be close enough to do some damage; she planned to utilize every one of those seconds. Each and every one of her tails produced from within its fur a copy of her katana, each one gripping the hilt and pointed it towards the sin as she approached. Her two outer tails moved down toward the woman's waist level, placing their swords into her hand while the others spread outwards, gripping each katana quite steadily despite her movements.
She came to a stop as she came toe to toe with the man. The first strike came from her left hand: a diagonal upwards slash from her bloodied hand, the wound he had inflicted would prove to reduce the stopping power slightly. As the strike came upwards, one of her tails extended forward, producing a matching strike in the opposite direction. The two blades were to meet one another in the dead centre of his chest. A third strike came at him from (her) bottom right. Another tail twisted its blade to point upwards, aiming to enter the man at his hips, moving upwards to rupture his diaphragm. It was at this time the woman was forced to move in order to avoid the oncoming cyclone.
At fist the sphere would tare apart at her back, producing a bloody mess as it ripped through her skin. As it pushed further and further forward, slowly the woman's figure would be consumed within the sphere, becoming one with the sanguine mass. It was then she would decide to reveal her true location behind the man. Having added several extra steps to her sonido, the woman left an after image of herself. Using the blood from her arm she was able to give it the blood it had shed, allowing it the some realism, and perhaps providing a means of distraction while she continued her assault.
Keeping their distance as close as possible, the arrancar appeared behind the man. Ignoring the image of herself being torn apart by the cyclone, the woman immediately went to work. Her plan was simple: restrict his movements. Two tails immediately moved up to his shoulders, pointing their blades toward him in a downward angle, aiming to take away any aerial escape routes. Four more tails (two on each side) positioned themselves, pointing their blades inwards — the top pair was around the level of his lungs while the bottom pair hovered just outside his thighs. The remaining tail curled around in front, pointing the tip of her blade upwards to meet the centre of his abdomen. Simultaneously, the blades would come in on him with the same force as she could by hand.
Both katanas within her hands rushed forward in synch with the rest of her weapons, aiming to pierce the man's back side. The left one, wielded by her weakened hand, aimed lower at a softer area around his midsection, while her strong hand aimed to pierce through his ribcage and lung with all her might.
She was in no mood to play tonight, with uncharacteristically cold efficiency she would put an end to what ever got in her way. Though it wasn't immediately apparent, the woman's breath had gradually quickened, it was now struggling to maintain an average pace. She had spent quite a considerable amount of energy, and this battle wasn't what she had planned for at all! All the woman wanted tonight was to level a couple city blocks. Was that too hard to ask for?! However, considering his cyclone of death, perhaps she'd get what she wanted anyway.
Resurreccion: HAN: 22 | REI:16 | HAK:20 | SEI:12 | BUK:21 | HOH:23
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Post by Gangrel Orsino on Oct 27, 2013 0:18:06 GMT -5
(OOC: Apologies for the wait.)Gangrel disdained leaving such a path of destruction where the sphere of Thursar went. It wasn't beyond the conscience of a sin to do such a thing; however, it was infuriating to know that it had been wasted, as she seemed to remain ahead of it as she came straight towards him. The spiral sphere of blood had been faster than her - and it seemed like awful luck that she had only lightly grazed against it. It was a grim realization that they would be toe to toe before long. Seeing that he'd be in melee range of her soon, Gangrel ceased wasting his reiatsu on the sphere of blood; his sword thrust out from it's surface, unleashing a violent geyser of sanguine fluid as it dove in silently from behind towards her. The blade glowed with a sanguine aura, flickering as it's malevolent presence dove forth. It lowered slowly as it approached it's target - half it's blade was poised to vertically slice through Lyra's crotch and lower stomach whilst she transferred two of her replica swords from her tails to her hands. Gangrel's blade then ceased it's motion immediately in front of him as the Arrancar initiated her assault. Guided by phantom motion the sword made a thunderous cleave at her injured arm, which she had chosen to swing with; it intercepted her strike dangerously close to her hand, likely striking the injured limb a second time, before continuing it's motion in a circle and then pushing with ferocious momentum against her tailblade; the sword glowed dimly with red reiatsu as it moved, leaving a red streak mixed with black static behind it's motion as it struck her other sword, likely with enough force to cut the replica or knock it from the grasp of her coiled tail. Gangrel drew two bone daggers from the spikes along his thighs by this time, focusing on the motion of his enemy, and remotely wielding his blade. The sword ceased it's circular swoop and then made a slash on a path perpendicular to her third attack, through which her leg happened to be on. The large sword clashed violently with the tailblade, likely injuring her leg too as it pushed away the strike with it's greater weight and momentum. At this time Gangrel deflected her fourth strike with his daggers, pushing back off of her blade and creating nearly ten feet of distance between them. In mid-air he threw both daggers at her torso, aimed for her breasts. At this time the sphere of blood seemed to shred through her back, but it was already becoming disfigured and collapsed on itself soon after, engulfing her after image as she sank into it. Knowing the technique had lost it's power for sure by now, his sword moved to levitate behind him with it's tip facing the ground as he attempted to sense her. Blood flooded the streets - the violent downpour stained his skeletal white armor bright bloody red and would've knocked anyone else to their feet with it's merciless impact. However Gangrel simply changed the momentum of the blood currents nearing him. He sensed the motion of her reiatsu, however; his hands immediately flung to the grips of his blade, turning it so that it's edge faced her entire front as she appeared. Without hesitation he swung it overhead and crouched, moving his blade on a path to cleave her from her feminine gash to the top of her skull. His head turned quickly to the side, just now noticing her tails in motion. The two downwards blades had been put off target by his lowered position, diving just above his head with each blade the smallest fraction of a centimeter away from plunging into his shoulders.Her sideways attacks resumed above him, while her final tail was intercepted in the downward swing of his blade as it descended, it's edge splitting the pool of blood below and leaving a brutal gash on the pavement below, likely foiling her attack at the very least. The moment the swing was completed however Gangrel released the two grips of his greatsword, animating it once more. Seeing the motion of her hands from the corner of his eye he put her in a familiar situation.. the sword flew up horizontally, rising as a blur with it's immense speed to block her strikes at the hilts of her handheld blades, resuming it's path with a great likelihood of damaging her tails that had made sideways attacks in the process. [/i] [/color] [/ul]
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Post by Lyra Ishigami on Oct 29, 2013 15:12:19 GMT -5
The crimson liquid rained down heavily, covering the woman's exposed body in the metallic scent she was oh so used to smelling. Was it the blood? Her cold pupils slowly began to regain their usual lustre. She took a brief moment to examine her body. The woman's left hand felt weak, barely able to hang on to her katana. The wound she had, in conjunction with his bone rattling deflection caused her entire arm to go numb; lacking certain responsiveness, it would only be a matter of time before it became little more than a burden. A large gash on her right thigh drained her of more precious blood, dripping down her leg, carried away towards the water drains along with the rest of the liquid. Was it the pain?
Her emotionless expression was soon replaced with something much more familiar. Despite the constant numbness of her hand, and the unceasing blood loss, the woman wore a smile. Perhaps it was the thought of a truly tantalizing prey, putting up such a resistance? She had grown tired of her usual prey, forfeiting their bodies and souls so easily to her. Humans, shinigami, hollow, they were all the same: food. This one however, could bite back. How very, very exciting! The entire reason for her appearing in the human world was to relieve herself of boredom, was it not? What little fun the humans would provide, this one would massively out do. Her previous intention was to crush him like the rest of the pitiful humans. Not even in her wildest dreams had she expected something like this.
Lyra's smile grew wider as he made his effort to avoid her strikes simultaneously striking her back. Perhaps he had put too much effort into avoiding her upper slashes, as crouching would have only served to bring his head and torso to the level of his thighs — directly in the path of the lower set of her horizontal strikes. Not wanting to give up her positioning, the woman was forced to stop her attacks short as the upward motion of his blade put her in quite an unfavourable situation. Sliding on her heel, she twisted her body so that the blade only connected with her left thigh, slicing her once delicate skin up the side of her pelvis, and exiting just before it reached her stomach. Upon exiting, the blade would bring fourth a splash of blood, though there was no distinguishing between the old blood from the new. The woman didn't wince, oh no, her smile merely grew larger. it would be the first time in ages she had felt so bloody good!
"More...." Her whisper sounded almost too similar to a moan. As his blade flew up horizontally, the woman reacted: his previous attack had forced her to withdraw slightly, meaning where the hilts once were are now the blades. One of her free tails quickly rose up to her left had, entangling the appendage within its fur. As quickly as his sword came up, her hand (with the help of her tail) withdrew, narrowing avoiding his attempted parry. Noticing his motion, she gripped her upper katana tightly within her right hand, and swung it down to greet his incoming weapon. The two produced a loud clash. Taking advantage of the slowed movement of his weapon, her supplemented arm thrust forwards, bringing her katana through the openings in the base of his blade. As her blade entered his the woman kicked off her right foot, placing both her feet onto the broad side of his sword. Twisting her wrist, the woman wedged her blade within his weapon, strengthening her grip so that she was firmly attached to his weapon — she wasn't going anywhere.
The woman bent her torso downwards, getting a feel for the man's location. Forcefully, she sent four of her tails plunging downward, aiming to pierce him through the skull, both shoulders and chest. She was unsure how much longer they'd be able to play before the alarming amount of blood loss would take its toll on her. The woman was already having a difficult time using one of her arms, and the more she moved, the more blood would ooze out from her thighs. Certainly, she'd have to bid him a farewell, but before she'd go, it'd be nice to at least give him a little souvenir: raising her hand, she pointed her index finger at the man, and with a brief moment to gather her reiatsu, the woman fired a bala at the man's back, planning for both her sword strikes and energy attack to connect simultaneously.
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Post by Gangrel Orsino on Oct 30, 2013 15:48:59 GMT -5
His back turned, the woman's superior speed won her the strikes she had sought. He had previously responded quite well just due to good positioning of himself as he was quite adept in control over his own body, but in this beast like form she was just too fast. The Sin had no real trick here to escape as her blades closed in, and by the time he turned enough to realize he was being attacked, it was too late for him to thwart her swift assault. He gritted his teeth with wrath, making one final act in bitterness before it seemed certain he'd be skewered... From the side of the blade the woman was attached to, a sudden spike of bone rose up beneath her; another Tooth of Fafnir, aiming to lance her right between the legs, sure to leave a vicious wound deeper than her last there with it's serrated edge. The blade was vibrating as well - it would have an effect similar to a saw if it caught exposed flesh, grinding and grinding until it went through, covered in blood that was likely soon to be mixed with her's. Gangrel's only regret was that it probably wouldn't kill her... returning to Hell alone was not an exciting prospect. Though damage was inevitable Gangrel hadn't given up by any means; the pool of blood filling the street from the dispersal of the massive cylonic blood ball from earlier rose up to coat his entire body in a cascading motion driven by his haemomancy gained in True Form. He further flared his reiatsu to hopefully lessen the force of her incoming blows, focused entirely on survival; sanguine fluid and black static shrouded his form. As the blades struck him, however, a strange effect took place. They went through his resourceful but largely negligible layer of rapidly flowing blood, then pierced his bone armor, but upon reaching the Sin's hard flesh they inflicted wounds far more shallow than either of the combatants expected. He could hear the impact of her tailblade just barely failing to reach his skull, caught in the flesh of his scalp. Two struck an inch deep into his shoulders, failing to cut tendons while the other blade didn't even reach deep enough to pass his ribs. The result surprised him - he expected the strength of the Arrancar would've driven those blades right through him, but he'd underestimated the fortitude of his own body. It seemed the female's physical strength hadn't met his expectations either. Gangrel was elated by the almost miraculous result, but had no time to savor the moment. He saw many gashes on her and knew the Arrancar's tactic would probably be to flee by now - and unlike him, she couldn't manipulate her own blood supply to circumvent exsanguination like Gangrel was doing, which was why he seemed to hardly bleed at all despite having wounds. Gangrel had rotated and stood during the assault, so her bala struck him on the chest now with it's loud impact rather than his back. It had been too fast for him to see coming; though after the small cloud of debris it had produced cleared, she'd see he hadn't moved at all. Her spiritual offense seemed remarkably weak... she'd destroyed the armor on his chest, but her blades remained partly stuck in him, encountering much greater resistance than she likely expected; the reiatsu his body unconsciously pushed outward against her blows was greater than the force she had struck him with, likely cutting her tails and hand in the process. His body was almost naked now, exposing thickly muscled tan flesh rife with scars, as numerous weapons concealed in the shattered armor fell to the ground. He found it surprisingly easy to move; he caught the grip of his bone whip as it fell off him, now that the armor had been shattered, and swiftly encircled her blades with it. Tying it's lengthy, rigid segments around the blades, he pulled them out from himself - she wouldn't have been strong enough to stop him, either, and the fact that the swords were stuck in his durable flesh helped to slow down the motions of those tails wielding them, though he was aware she had more. He acted quickly for that reason. He then attempted to pull the bound swords down to his left side whilst the blade she had been standing on shifted to the side and rotated with intense momentum, hoping to fling her hard against the ground with the combined force. The blood pool might've softened her fall but it would have been an unforgiving impact - especially if her reiatsu reserves had been depleted too much to push back against the impact. Both his own strength and the momentum with which the skeletal greatsword moved seemed to surpass her own, making it likely her hold on the blade would not be able to endure his attempt to dismount her. To even have a chance, she'd have to discard four of her tail swords. [/i] [/color] [/ul]
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Post by Lyra Ishigami on Nov 4, 2013 17:33:12 GMT -5
The spiked piece of bone rose from his weapon and shot upwards at her, and with little time and space to manoeuvre, there was no avoiding the assault. She raised her injured hand, releasing half her grip on his weapon and managed to point her digits toward the oncoming blade. The speed at which it travelled meant that it was already beginning to rip into her thighs before she could manage it, but she'd tough it out. Energy gathered at her fingertips and a fraction of a moment later she launched her bala at the piece of bone. It did stop the thing from ripping through her leg, but the shrapnel her blast created sent hundreds of shards flying in every direction; some inevitably going into her already bleeding body.
It was difficult enough for her to keep her grip on the sword, and now with it wildly swinging, she had almost no chance. Perhaps if she were in better condition, but as it stands, the woman was about to be thrown straight into the ground. As the weapon came around, she quickly utilized its momentum, pushing off the side of the sword before it would crush her on cement. Tapping into her more than half empty reserve of energy, she contorted her body whilst traversing toward the ground, adjusting her body so that her feet would hit the ground first; the moment they made impact with the crimson liquid which covered the streets, the arrancar spiked her reiatsu, pushing off the ground and up towards the man with speed enough to surpass the sonic boom her technique would have created. She could feel her muscles flare in discomfort as she proceeded, but the smile never left her lips.
The feeling of pain and discomfort made her happy in ways he couldn't possibly imagine. The woman had been seeking something to end her eternal suffering, subconsciously provoking the world into producing something that would end her miserable existence: but that something wasn't him. No, the man which stood before her would not be the one to bring about her end. She relished the thought though, enjoying the blood loss, her flesh being ripped apart, her bones aching, if she still had a heart it would bursting with excitement. Yes, their little bout brought her the utmost of joy, allowing her a sort of ecstasy she'd long forgotten.
As her figure approached him, the man had just removed her blades with his whip. And after all her hard work?! She tossed the blade in her main hand up above him as she approached. Before he would have time to react to her strange movements, the tails devoid of blades reached for their respective katanas, forcefully pulling each one out from his bone whip. By now the distance between the two was yet again zero, and with a swift motion, the woman produced one of the katanas form her tail, shifted her grip to its hilt, and rushed it towards his chest. Regardless of where the blade would connect, she gave the ground beneath her a swift kick, sending herself upwards to greet the first katana she had launched upwards. Releasing her grip on the second sword that was aimed at his chest, the face of her foot met her airborne blade, and with a harsh kick, she sent it flying down, aiming for where her previous strike had penetrated his skull. Upon landing behind the man, she produced another pair of katanas — one in each hand. With her tail augmented arm, the woman swung upwards and diagonally at his back. Utilizing the momentum of her swing, she simply allowed her feet to glide within the blood drenched streets, spinning her in a full circle. Her knees bent, as she continued to build upon her own momentum, and a mere fraction of a second after the first strike, the woman straightened her knees once more, following up with a much more forceful swing, one with the entirety of her mass behind it.
Blood gushed from every wound she had on her body, dripping onto the ground and disappearing amongst the crimson sea, fusing with the man's own. The blades which were once in his body splattered the man's blood against her own cheeks, drenching her visage with his blood. The woman's tongue protruded from behind her lips, catching a droplet before it would hit the ground. She was no stranger to the metallic taste, savouring every subtle detail of the way it tasted, enjoying every one of its taste notes. She knew their meeting was at an end, what better way to remember him than through taste?
Resurreccion: HAN: 22 | REI:16 | HAK:20 | SEI:12 | BUK:21 | HOH:23
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