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 Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 4:38 pm
Pa Rot noticed a motion blur out of the corner of his eye and looked to see Sigeric aiming a punch his way. In the instant before the fist made contact, he was annoyed at himself for letting Sigeric catch him off guard. The fist sunk into his gut with such force that Pa Rot was lifted off his feet and crashed into one of the sleek white walls behind him, falling against it then hitting the floor on his face. The wall had been tainted by an obvious dent and small bits of rubble spewed down to the floor and on to Pa Rot's back. He moved his arm to his front as he started lifting himself up, Sigeric's words stinging him like a scourge of thistles on the ankles while running downhill. His mood had been quite ruined. He got to his feet and stumbled a bit, holding on to the wall behind him. He looked into Sigeric's eyes with pure disgust.
"You fat son of a b***h".
Pa Rot took his blade from its sheath and flicked it Sigeric's way, aiming square for the face. Despite its flexibility it was incredibly sharp and the fight was to end right there if Sigeric stayed still.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 4:48 pm
Sigeric laughed, a hearty and, rather disgusting laugh to himself, sure that he had beaten some sense into little Pa Rot who had dared to stand against him. He had made the mistake of closing his eyes while he was laughing and when he opened them again, the whole world turned a beautiful shade of blood red.
Sigeric did not scream out in pain, rather, he grunted. The kind of grunt that was as loud as a scream and as sustained but definitely a grunt.
That sword had gone and mortally wounded him, Sigeric, would not survive this. He did not have the high speed regeneration needed to do so and now, destabilised, Pa Rot would be able to kill him with relative ease.
How had things went so badly in just one punch?
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 5:01 pm
Seeing Sigeric had not quite died instantly, Pa Rot pulled back on his weapon to retrieve it and sheathed it once more. Walking briskly over to the large Espada before him, Pa Rot outstretched his arms and grabbed at Sigeric's hair. If having succeeded, he was to pull Sigeric's face down to his oncoming knee-right where the blade had pierced. In other words, the attack would hurt more than a little. He didn't want to leave this half assed. Befitting of his aspect of death, Sigeric was indeed little more than a blight which could cause nothing more than destruction.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 5:17 pm
With a new, "urk!" sound, Sigeric felt the sword now leaving his body, an intense pain spread through his body, having a sword drawn from your face, was, unsurprisingly enough. Incredibly painful.
Then, having your hair grabbed under these conditions, almost felt like nothing, at this point Sigeric was far too unstable to even think properly. At this point, everything that made Sigeric himself had already left him.
As his face came planting down on Pa Rot's knee humongous and yellowy great rocks came flying out of his mouth and what's more, the knee went straight inside his face. He'd fainted from this kind of pain, and then woken up again instantly. Now, he was slipping between conciousness and unconsciousness without warning.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 8:10 pm
Pa Rot released Sigeric's hair then grabbed at his shoulder, pulling him closer. Had this succeeded, he would then step aside so he was behind Sigeric and attempt to land a high kick on the back of the Espada's head with the intent of flooring him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 12:29 am
Making a desperate movement to stay up and just fight back against his murderer, Sigeric fell to the ground from the high kick, but he kept himself up on his hands and knees, not wanting to get the vile taste of the floor in his mouth.
"Ughrubl!" He roared from his position on the floor at Pa Rot, the sword going so close to his brain had meant he'd suffered such serious and irreparable brain damage from it in addition to the deep cut that, even in Pa Rot stopped now, he would just bleed to death rolling around on the floor anyway.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 12:46 am
Pa Rot looked down at Sigeric, bleeding pathetically all over the formerly stainless floors and making an incoherent roaring sound. It reminded him of so many before him, swept away by the vast power of others around them. In the Hollow world, the weak die and the strong survive. That was its philosophy. It wasn't one he liked but for the strong, it helped wipe out those who would bring nothing but trouble to the world. Sigeric was just another one of these people, weak thoughts matched by weak power. It was slightly sad to see Sigeric had fallen short of his expectations but Pa Rot supposed it was natural to expect the most from the one he served under. Despite this, he always thought under him wasn't his rightful place, some gut feeling told him that. Now it came true. He lifted a leg and placed a foot on to Sigeric's wide back. He took out his whip, not bothering to unsheathe it and wrapped it tightly around Sigeric's neck a single time then held it firmly by the tip and by the hilt with either hand. Lifting his foot off of Sigeric's back, he wondered if Sigeric's brain was still intact enough to understand speech.
"It was fun" Pa Rot said, his voice monotone.
With a single vicious kick to the back of Sigeric's head, he was to send the Espada's head flying off.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 12:50 am
"Pa Rot. You b*****d." Sigeric said, just moments before his disembodied head went flying through the air, with a small thud sound as it hit the floor. The mess from his neck spewing out without any warning of stopping.
It seemed now that, as Sigeric was losing a head, it was quite probable that he was dead. The question was, what would Pa Rot do now?
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 1:04 am
With one swift movement, Pa Rot had brought an end to a life as the sixth Espada's head soared through the air before landing unceremoniously low key. He immediately started walking towards Sigeric's head, letting the blood spray all over him as he went. He sheathed his bloodied whip and grabbed Sigeric's head by the hair, raising it into the air then walked off down the corridor with it swaying slightly by his leg, a brutal trophy.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 1:42 pm
Jinko Ryturyl Death comes to those who wait, but not as quickly as to those who seek it. A bare chested man strode through the Courtyard, a sword tucked into the back of his belt underneath the red shroud attached to the metallic belt. Orange and black hair fell across his face, revealing only a luminescent eye and a thin lipped mouth. Jinko held his head high, every muscle in his body tensed as if awaiting rapid motion or an attack. I was his experience that you couldn't trust anyone, especially your own kind. As he walked, the tan skinned arrancar pulled a Skull mask from somewhere on his person and fitted it over his face after shifting his hair from his features. He now stood with a horned skull covering most of his face, with his oddly glowing eyes peering out from the sockets.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 2:18 pm
"What are you up to?" Came the question from high above Jinko, with all the innocence of a child in it and yet almost none belonged to the holder. "You don't look threatening. You look silly." She said, having already seen his face the idea of putting some kind of skull on it seemed, quite frankly, ridiculous.
Had Jinko decided to see where this voice was coming from exactly, he would've seen that there was what looked like a little girl upsidedown against one of the walls in the Court of Las Noches, far out of grasp. With blood leaking down from the wall where she was. Had she, perhaps, eaten someone while on there?
"Who do you think you are anyway? I'm sure there was a guy who used to wear a similar mask before you."
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 2:37 pm
Jinko Ryturyl Death comes to those who wait, but not as quickly as to those who seek it. He had had a good day, so the oddly dressed Arrancar was in a particularly good mood. Looking up at the small girl and the blood, a small flick of a smile was hidden beneath the skull mask. "I jus' be an old scunner wut likes te be hisself. An' wut 'bout yeh, yeh wee bonny lass. Wutcha' be doin up dere? An' mah mask is nutin like that scunner, Rudobon's." For sure, the heavy irish accent was likely a surprise to Pamba. No emotion could be seen under the skull, just two faintly glowing eyes. The girl's slight taunts did nothing to enrage him.
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 2:44 pm
She giggled slightly when she heard his accident, she could barely understand a word he was saying but from her own intelligence, how his voice moved and the fact he was using English (albeit not the best English) meant that she could get a close estimate, especially if she listened carefully to what he was actually saying.
"I'm up here because I wanted to see who came past." She replied, earnestly. "Why are you down there?"
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Posted: Thu May 06, 2010 2:59 pm
Jinko Ryturyl Death comes to those who wait, but not as quickly as to those who seek it. Jinko smiled once more, even though it couldn't be seen behind his mask. Taking a step forward, he suddenly appeared infront of Pamba. "An' jus' who says Ah wus dain dere?" His sudden use of Sonido would likely surprise the younger Arrancar. "Jus' who wus yeh wuntin te see, lassy?" He was slightly curious as to who or what she'd been eating, he was a little hungry himself. Crossing his arms, Jinko looked down at Pamba, waiting for her no doubt interesting answer.
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