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 Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 1:39 pm
Smirking, Mikhail nodded. "Yes, I was the one that requested an opponent." As he addressed the shinigami next to him, he rudely stayed sitting and watching Elyse and Ryou tussel about themselves. "If you don't mind, I'd prefer a fight outside...I wouldn't want to destroy the new building Envy's built." Still smirking, he rose to his feet and allowed his blind gaze to give his new opponent a once over. Promising fellow, he needs a bit of polishing but it should still be worth my time...
Strutting accross the boarded floor, Mikhail arrogantly walked passed his opponent without so much as directly addressing him. This was how Mikhail was though, he never cared to please anyone but Hirimi, what everyone else thought of him was irrelevant. As long as he was happy with who he was, he wouldn't need the praise from others.
Sliding the Dojo's doors ajar, Mikhail stepped out into the fresh mid-day air and waltzed around back of the Dojo to the garden clearing. The scent of pollen and the aroma of vibrant flowers filled his nostrils. Bees buzzed by his ears and the cobblestone path laid unevenly beneath his feet. "This is where we shall fight, the open air is much more pleasent and there isn't much for us to destroy out here."
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 5:25 pm
Hands still in his pockets, Nero quickly turned around, his coat swishing on the ground behind him as he followed Mikhail. He didn't want to destroy the building either, and his shikai wasn't one that would be able to be used without doing that. Smirking slightly, Nero just followed Mikhail outside, not even caring where it was they would fight. All Nero cared about, was what would happen when they started. Nero had yet to form his zanpaktou, which was nowhere to be seen on his person. He didn't need it, not yet anyway.
Stopping where they would fight, Nero just sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. It was quiet out here...but they would soon change that. Hopefully, the area around them would survive. It would be a pity to lose such a beautiful place. "Except for Nature itself. And yet, here we are." Moving his hands from his pockets and opening his eyes, Nero just stood there, waiting. "I always let my opponent have the first move. If you will?"
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 6:55 pm
Nodding, Mikhail unsheathed his Zanpakuto. "Normally, I'd resort to my sword last but I've been itching to try out my Shikai. Hope you don't mind." Twirling his blade within his hand, Mikhail said the words that would seal the fate of this battle. "Cry out Tenshi no Koe!" As a bright bronze aura encapsulated Mikhail, his Zanpakuto's sword shape detereorate and the seemingly liquid metal wrapped about his arm and an ornate gauntlet covered his left arm from fingertips to shoulder.
Flexing his arm, Mikhail slowly began to get a feel for his sparringly used Shikai. "You must excuse me, the feel of a gauntlet on my arm is such a rare one." Rotating his shoulder, Mikhail was slowly getting used to the weight of the gauntlet and the feel of the metal-like mesh. Opening and closing his hand in front of his face, Mikhail slowly began to remember his gauntlets most unique ability, Hm, I guess it'll be a start.
Bending down to one knee, Mikhail placed his left hand on the ground beneath him. Turning his head upward he eyed his opponent. "This gauntlet has many abilities that you may find to your liking. Its name in fact is one of quite magnitude. "The Left Hand of The Holy Adjudicator" a lengthy one yes but one that describes its powers flawlessly." And with a flash of his pale green eyes, Mikhail sent a pulsing wave of his bronze reiatsu through the earth and awaited. Soon enough, the shockwave erupted beneath the ground of the garden and rock debris exploded up into the air.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 7:51 pm
[Lol. Well, as of now I have shikai anyway XD
I'm just one seat lower than you want (4th biggrin )
Let the fun begin =w=]
Already, his opponent had gone into shikai. Well then, this would be more interesting than Nero had hoped. Grinning slightly, as soon as the ground beneath him exploded, Nero was engulfed by the debris, a cloud of dust forming around him. Though, something happened. As the dust settled, Nero was nowhere to be seen. Or, well, not on the ground, anyway. High in the air, Nero had let one of the pieces of debris carry him, almost like he rode it into the sky. Jumping from it as it began to fall, Nero's right hand moved out, as the chain on his neck shined. "I shall be happy to oblige you with my own."
His reiatsu molding around him, Nero seemed to glow for a moment, before he yelled out. "Become my right hand, Youki Ibuki!" His reiatsu exploding, the chain on Nero's neck disappeared, as his right hand suddenly shined. A white substance seemed to mold over his hand, though only going up one finger, his middle. The white form went down his forearm, all the way to his elbow. As soon as it formed, the white suddenly shot out, revealing his weapon's true form.
Over his middle finger was armor, crimson in color with a black middle inside the crimson. Over his finger were plates, that connected to one another. The middle finger was the only one with any armor on it, but the armor went around four inches past his middle finger, allowing for a larger reach. The armor over his hand, wrist, and forearm was in the same color as the finger armor, mainly crimson with black shining inside it. Falling downwards, Nero quickly pushed his right arm forward, stabbing his hand right at Mikhail as he flew down, trying to stab him and go right through his body as he landed.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 8:41 am
((SWEET! I'll still kick your a** though. I hope to soon start training for my Bankai...I was cleared for it by Envy but I was wanting her to teach me...I still need to talk to that girl...she went MIA again :/ )) Quickly thinking to himself, Mikhail made a quick and safe assumption. A gauntlet of sorts, this should be nearly hand-to-hand and therefore much more interesting. Watching his opponent come down upon him Mikhail launched his left hand forward in order to catch the attack coming down upon him. The shear force and pressure from the attack split the ground beneath his feet and forced his left arm to recoil. The pressure was high and intense, his chest felt weighted and his body was just about to drop. "Such power!" Astounded and with a new form of respect for Nero, Mikhail couldn't help but give his all in this fight.
Now in what seemed a deadlock with Nero, Mikhail gripped his opponents hand tightly and dropped all his weight to the broken ground. Bringing his right leg before him, he attempted a simple yet functional leg sweep. He was hoping to knock Nero over so that he might regain a solid foot hold and back away from his sparring partner. Come on Mikhail, focus. Now is not the time to become a fan boy. This is your opponent remember? Get with it! Opening his mouth wide, Mikhail allowed reiatsu to charge into his vocal cords. Then in one massive burst he let go a loud, ear splitting bellow from within him.
As the scream slowly dissipated, the world seemed silent, not a sound could be heard not a one. Mikhail had used his Battle Cry to essentially deafen himself to the world around him so that he might have complete clarity. Though, he wasn't really deaf. Mikhail was so in tune with his surroundings and so empowered by his Battle Cry that his physical prowess now tripled. It was his signature technique and his most faithful allie. "Second move and I'm already nearing full power, you best prepare yourself for I would not want you to bleed out all over the flowers."
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 1:33 pm
[Heh. I'll still give you a run for your money. You haven't seen what I can do yet. :3]
Moving his left arm out, Nero gathered reiatsu into his arm, as the muscles hardened, as did the skin. This would, like when he learned shikai, protect him from most hand to hand blows. Catching the kick with his arm, Nero was thrown sideways, but quickly pushed his right arm into the ground, pushing and then flipping, landing on his feet while sliding backwards on the ground. Smirking as he heard his opponent roar, Nero's eyes turned more cat-like, as not only could he see the world around him, but now he could even see Mikhail's reiatsu, like a fog, covering his body. High reiatsu levels, more than I have alone. But, I never have been one to lose, even against a stronger opponent. You ready, Hebi? I've been waiting for ya to ask. Heh. Whenever you are. Gathering his reiatsu around himself, Nero put his right hand in front of his face, palm open, the armor over his middle finger seeming to glow red for a second.
"Don't count me out just yet. I'm just beginning to start. Enough of the cold start. Time to warm things up a little." Chuckling to himself, Nero's eyes widened for a second, as his reiatsu surged around him, the air around not only himself, but Mikhail, became much, much hotter. Slapping the air in front of him with the back of his hand, Nero's right arm seemed to catch on fire as it moved, moving to his side, the flame going out as it stopped. There were still small arcs of flame rotating around the armor, as Nero just grinned. "Don't get to cocky here. I wouldn't want you to be burned by your own pride." Crouching forward, Nero flew forward, reiatsu pounding into his legs to increase his speed. As he ran at Mikhail, Nero's reiatsu started to get a black tint to it, as he started to draw on his zanpaktou's reiatsu. It was like second nature to him now, the power flowing through him like it was his own.
As soon as he got close to Mikhail, Nero's right arm shot forward, rotating as it moved like he was going to punch Mikhail. He was too far away to actually touch him though. No, he wasn't going to touch him himself. Instead, as his arm rotated, the air around his hand quickly heated up, combusting and turning into a small cylinder of spinning flames. Flying forward, the flames raced at Mikhail, threatening to engulf him. Not only were they meant to burn, but to push him back as well.
And Nero was just getting started.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 1:50 pm
Standing up moments too late, Mikhail was hit with a wave of hot fire. His shirt burnt to a crisp and his chest and upper body seared from the heat. The air filled with the sent of cooked meat. With his body jerking backwards, Mikhail touched the ground beneath him with his left hand and slowed his momentum. Coming to a gradual halt, softly patted the ground and the crisp grass. "Solid..." Placing his palm flat on the ground, he did one more pat and then suddenly a wave of reiatsu flooded the earth beneath. Patting it again, the ground, which still looked normal, splashed as if it were a "...liquid."
Gradually, Mikhail's body sank into the seemingly murky ground. As his entire body became submerged underground, he put his left arm before him. With more bronze reiatsu pulsating through the ground, he turned the thick liquid to gass before him so that he might move through it as if he were walking through air. Using his Blind Eyes ability, Mikhail positioned himself directly beneath Nero. Then, holding his right arm up, palm directly above his head, he spoke a soft series of words and finished with "Hadou #33. Blue Fire, Crash Down."
As the last vocalization left his mouth, a bright blue explosion erupted from his right palm and surged upward towards Nero. Simultaniously kicking off the ground he surged up to the world above as the Hadou dug him a clear path. I have more than enough tricks to best this child. Secretly, Mikhail knew that this attack would catch Nero off guard but would probably not make contact. If his Hadou were to hit Nero, he'd been pleasently surprised and ready to make a few other strikes.
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Posted: Tue Aug 04, 2009 2:01 pm
Just Smirking, Nero could see everything, even if he couldn't see Mikhail's body. He could still see his reiatsu, how it moved, where it moved. That, was unable to hide from him. At least, for now. While he didn't know how, or why, the ground had turned to a liquid underneath his opponent, the only thing that mattered was that it HAD. Now, seeing Mikhail's reiatsu move towards him, Nero just stood there, gathering his reiatsu into his left hand as he saw the reiatsu move under him. So, and attack from below, eh? Guess I'll have to play as well. I wanted to save this for later, but I might as well use it now. Chuckling to himself, the air around Nero went from very hot...to cold enough to see his own breath. Quickly dropping to his knees, Nero's left hand punched the ground below him, sending a pulse of his reiatsu into the ground, effectively breaking it, as well as doing something else.
Almost right after he had hit the ground, the Hado exploded around him, sending the ground beneath him, flying upwards in a cloud of both smoke and dust. Though, the cloud was quickly dissipated, as a block of...ice? A small amount of ice was thrown upwards, Nero standing atop it, as it flew into the air. Leaning forward, the ice flipped over, to where Nero was upside down, still crouched on the ice, though now looking down at Mikhail. "Surprised?" Laughing, Nero quickly put his left hand onto the ice he was on, his reiatsu blasting through his arm. "Sho!" As soon as his reiatsu shot through his arm, Nero was thrown forward, the ice melting as soon as Nero was free of it. Flying towards the ground at a good speed, his right hand at his side.
"Let's get serious, shall we?" His right hand moving forward once again, this time reiatsu flew from his hand, yellow wires slicing through the air. The wires quickly flew at Mikhail, but all were...off target? Slicing into the ground around Mikhail, Nero quickly grinned, as the reiatsu that made up the wires turned red. "Shakkaho." And with that one word, the wires quickly exploded, the kido being let loose through the area the wires were around. If Mikhail were caught within the many explosions around him...it would not be pretty.
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 10:48 am
Running as far to his left as possible, Mikhail was only able to evade the brunt of the explosion. Thinking on his feet, Mikhail used his gauntleted hand to liquify all debris within the blast radius in order to protect himself to a certain degree. As for the intense pressure, he could do nothing but hope. Damn him, he's better than I at improvisation, I'll have to just go for it and cross my toes.
As the heat and pressure from the explosion beat down upon Mikhail, he could feel his skin peel, the heat seered his face and the rest of his body extensively. Second degree at best, but enough to feel before his nerve endings went numb. Upon righting himself, Mikhail felt light headed and he doubled over. Several ribs of his were broken and fractured, his lungs struggled to inflate and his ears rang as if someone were beating him with a bell.
Getting the best of his inflictions however, Mikhail sprang to his feet and using his Battle Cry's lasting effects, he dashed forward at a blinding speed, far less than that of a shunpo but enough to become a blur to those with sight. Like a bat out of hell, Mikhail made a blitz run at Nero. As he barreled down upon his opponent, he bent his left arm, a single "click" just audible to his own ears and a slight "shhk" noise as his retractable blade slithered out from its hidden compartment.
The blade was affixed to his gauntlet, hidden the length of his forarm, the blade erects from a slit on the outer edge of the elbow. The blade then slides out and the tip reaches the top of his shoulder. Unable to remove the blade from his gauntlet, Mikhail simply bends his gauntleted arm and lashes out at his opponents with a fast and blinding furry.
"Your tricks will only get you so far!" Jumping out of his run, he flew towards Nero, the retractable blade glinting in the sunlight, reflecting the images of trodden flowers on its impeccable surface. Winding his left arm up, Mikhail rotated his shoulder forward and made to lacerate Nero across his chest. "Sometimes simple and straight forward are the easiest."
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 11:09 am
[Changes have been made to the shikai's overall look, which might just change how things are blocked. Eheh. It's in my profile. Still about the same though. It's just a gauntlet now.]
Smirking, Nero could feel the drain on his reiatsu starting to hit him, but he still had more than enough to keep going for a while now. Not to mention the reiatsu from his zanpaktou was about as much as he had anyway. The battle, if it went as planned, would end in the way Nero knew it would. He might not have been as powerful as Mikhail was, but he more than made up for it with things he had learned over his lives. Seeing Mikhail's reiatsu inside the smoke moving quickly at him, Nero readied himself, ready for some kind of frontal attack, or something else that would be thrown at him. Nothing surprised him anymore. After all, living and seeing everything did that to you after a while.
Laughing loudly as he heard Mikhail's words, Nero moved his right arm up across and in front of his chest, the gauntlet over his right hand and forearm seeming to glow red once again. "Tricks? More like abilities, thank you." Grinning still, Nero was able to catch the small blade on his own, atop the gauntlet's forearm part. While he was able to stop the blade, he still received a slight cut on his right side, made from catching the blade instead of stopping it before it hit him. "That may be true, but then, what about afterward?" Chuckling to himself, Nero made the temperature around both he and Mikhail increase, getting a lot hotter than it was just a second ago. Pushing on the blade on his gauntlet, Nero pushed it aside, off his arm, and then brought his own arm forward, his hand catching fire. "Simple and straight, correct?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 7:19 pm
((Mmk no problemo. And if this next thingy is a bit of a god moddy type thingy mabbober just let me know.)) Using his gauntleted hand for protection, Mikhail shot his own hand through the fire, a thick mist enveloping his body as he solidified the H2O particles in the air around his body. Grasping Nero's arm with his left fist, Mikhail pulled himself forward, the heat from Nero's gauntlet forcing his liquid armor to steam. Flinging his body weight forward, Mikhail did a sort of "one second hand stand" and flipped over the top of Nero.
As his head passed closely to Nero's he ejected his hidden blade once again and attempted to lacerate Nero's shoulder muscle, inbetween the neck and the ball of his shoulder. His plan was to cut the muscle and weeken it so that when Nero lifted his arm, a surge of pain would radiate through his upper body. This would faulter Nero's strength and upper body prowess...but first, it had to hit. ((Sorry its a tad short...I kind of had a "what do I do?" moment...))
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 9:14 pm
The young Raven entered the training grounds with smile on his face. At any willing time Meluk was happy to help Envy with her students. He would jump off a mountain if she told him too. She pretty much wanted to give her squad members a little challenge and maybe even fight her.
As he watched the two young squad members’ spar he felt a little lonely. No one was there for him or to help them fight when needed. Also he noticed the young man was Makhail, a strong young warrior. Meluk stood next to them hoping to interrupt the two young fighters.
"Um, hello. Your captain wanted me to give you a little fight to give you a little perspective on fighting people outside the soul reapers," Meluk said, "So are you in?"
Those words were more like a command. Either way they had to fight him.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 9:47 pm
Challenge: The Angry Raven!
Rules:
- Can not auto hit or god mod unless permission.
- Try to hurt the Raven because he will try to hurt you.
- Don't run.
- Any member of squad four may join including the captain, but, members that do not fight and they are in the fighting grounds will unfortunately be brought in. Sorry.
Goal:
- Hurt the Raven but don't kill him.
- Have fun!
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 9:06 am
((I'll reply once Asuma does. I'm in the middle of striking him.))
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 10:11 am
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