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 Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 9:43 am
When dark reflections dance... As Hagane skidded to a stop after launching his daggers, Bikou was already behind him, an almost bored expression on his, or rather, Razil's, face.
"You know something Hagane." He said, breaking the silence. "For someone who can sense so much, you see very little. All this time, you fight as if you believe me weak. Doubtlessly because I borrow other's powers. You most likely are under the false impression that I am empty because of my power, like so many others before you." He laughed lightly. "Those others are dead, and they, like you, failed to see the truth." His smile turned into a dark grin. "You see, I am not empty because of my power.. I have my power, because I am empty. Everything else just fell into place." He vanished, reappearing at a point several yards to the left of his previous location, anticipating an aggressive action, regardless of whether or not one actually occurred. "You hide behind your wings, enveloped in your greatest pride. Completely assured that no one can touch you." He began to laugh, changing his location three more times, each one thirty yards away from his previous spot. Apparently, the daggers from the previous attack were following him, how annoying.
Vanishing again, he appeared forty yards to the front of Hagane. A devious grin plastered on his face.
"No defense is ultimate, neither is an offense unstoppable." He closed his eyes, holding the two swords of Razil Masamune in front of him. "Bankai."
An explosion of dark reiatsu greeted his words, throwing the daggers off their course with the sheer force of the pressure, if only for a moment. The swords from before dispersed into dust, swirling about his form, which was now covered in a dark shroud, and melding with his flesh.
"Slitwind." He whispered, and a sound like a thousand blades being scraped against a stone roared through the canyon.
The Razil-Bikou dissolved, becoming countless microscopic blades. So small that he seemed to be a cloud of black gas. The daggers from Hagane's attack whisked into the cloud, and vanished, followed by a tiny cloud of white dust that trickled from the base of the darkness. Each dagger had been sliced into sand, no chance to explode, not that it would have made a difference.
The cloud began to move, somewhat slowly at first, but then gaining both speed and size, spreading out like giant wave of tiny locusts. Stone and pillar alike became dust before this hurricane, changing into blades of their own shortly after, which followed after the cloud, increasing its size exponentially, and causing a deep hollowing to echo through the canyon.
At first it seemed as if the attack came from only one direction. Then the very sand behind, and to the right and left of Hagane rose up, becoming dark clouds of small black blades, whizzing and hissing as they surrounded the entire canyon in a half-mile sphere of death.
The air within the sphere thickened, becoming tinged with a slight purple light, and what little plants that grew in the desert died, wilting away and turning black from the poison that now littered the air. The ground beneath Hagane shot upwards, spiraling in a funnel shaped design, and twisting into black metal, swirling like a mass of giant saw blades.
A face formed in the cloud of blades that had been the original Bikou, and after the mouth had appeared, a sound, caused by grating metal, issued forth.
"You fight well, espada." It hissed, the mere sound of the voice causing a disturbance in the air on account of the mass vibration. "But no defense can stop everything. A single breath is all it will take, and this battle is over." The face split into a grin, or what resembled a grin. "In every defense, there is at least one hole, no matter how small. And with every defense, there is a way to destroy it." His face melted back into the cloud, laughter, or what sounded like laughter, following it. "Goodbye, Hagane."
The clouds of blades descended, ascended, and closed in on Hagane, swirling around like a tornado of steel, ripping and tearing through anything in their path towards him, which incidentally, also began a weapon, and followed after the path caused by their destroyer. The metal ground beneath Hagane split, forming into man-sized saw blades which began to spin on their own accord, flying towards him with the speed of a bullet, and causing a deep hissing sound to echo through the air. The pillars of stone that had not been destroyed by the cloud formed into swords forty yards high, and ten yards thick, which rose up off of the ground and rushed through the cloud of smaller blades, roaring towards Hagane like juggernauts.[7/15] ...Beneath a silvery moon
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 6:59 pm
 Hagane watched as Bikou yet again embarked on yet another monologuing journey in which he continued too assume and ramble that for some reason Hagane thought he was extremely weak arrancar. His eyes seemed to almost glaze over while this rambling continued it was almost as if he was sitting through an autobiography were Bikou was telling the terrible story of how he was underestimated by all his opponents, whom he later ended up killing. "Why do you think I'm underestimating you? I wouldn't have bothered showing up if I didn't think you were strong enough. You are right you are empty, though it's because of this that a false intelligence seems to trickle up from that empty head of yours. You see I'm different Bikou... Your fighting for my spot, which means you have to prove to other among myself that your better than me. I haven't had to do much more than flap my wings, so perhaps you should stop trying to analyze me and actually make me break a sweat" He said watching as Bikou uttered the word Bankai, a sense of vivaciousness seemed to swirl in Haganes eyes. Finally perhaps something along the lines of interesting would occur now that bankai was being revealed.
Haganes watched as he became a giant cloud, "I had always wanted to fight this" He said with a smile watching as it began to grow and grow in number. His presquisa allowed him to see a huge glob of reiatsu preparing to engulf him. Hagane squatted low and his thigh muscles contracted while simulataneously flapping his wings allowing him to press off the ground and rocket upward. He managed to get out of the range of the poison air but the cloud would be just too. " At the rate I'm going I won't be able to dodge it all, manipulating things at this magnitude and this large has to drain a considerable amount of reiatsu per turn. I'd guess about 10% he won't be able to do it this well for much longer so I just need to out last him" He mused his presquisa working feverishly to keep him out of range of the swirling mass of death that seemed to be following him.
He continued to fly straight out staying out of reach of everything but the cloud, he did a barrel roll dodging a huge wave that erupted out, another massive stream erupted out towards him, his right arm shot out firing a cero that managed to disrupt most of the cloud, unfortunately for him the cero fired too slow. After flying out of the cloud of smoke a visible trail of blood could be seen runnning down Haganes legs. His right arm when examined was seen covered in massive lacerations, "My tendons are cut, I won't be able to bend that fast, though these little blade didn't manage to cut through the armor on my arm so I could probably be able to withstand about 20 seconds of this before it cuts though my armor" His mind was racing trying to see down every option as far as it could go seeing if he could find a viable weakness through this bankai. 
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 2:21 pm
When dark reflections dance... Bikou's amusement vanished. He knew that Hagane was arrogant and brash, but he had not expected this level of narcissism and degradation on his part. It seemed apparent at this point that the fifth espada was more focused on disproving Bikou's intelligence and worth than actually fighting. He let out a long sigh, allowing only the blades that had once been his form to reshape into the hooded Razil-body.
"Your total disrespect for me is becoming quite tiresome." He growled, his eyes flickering beneath the hood, "You seem to be under the false impression that your worth exceeds that of everyone around you, and that your intelligence is greater than anyone in all of existence." His growl turned into laughter, a deep rolling sound that echoed out over the battle ground, bouncing off of the now-still blades that hovered in the air in a mass of black steel. "I am not trying to analyze you. I already have anaylzed you. So get off of your ******** high horse, stop acting like the god of the universe, and shut your arrogant mouth." His voice escalated on the last sentence, and the blades that still surrounded Hagane's location shook lightly in response. "I am sick to death of your incessant" The clouds roared up higher, growing thicker with blades that sprouted from the sand, "Overbearing." The blades rose again, forming into a giant ball of blackness that covered everything for a half mile in every direction, "Narcissistic" The blades grew larger, their shapes being fully visible now, and every pillar withing the range shifted into a giant longsword, "Pathetic, ARROGANCE!" He roared the last word, and the field exploded into action. The ground shrieked upwards in the form of a giant mouth, the very ground itself becoming an enormous lion head formed entirely out of stone, with massive teeth. The blades shot forward in the same second, growing more numerous as they approached Hagane, and swirling past Bikou to wrap around his location, effectively sealing him within a forty square yard bubble of steel. Once it had formed, Bikou solidified the outer wall in a two-foot thick band of steel, essentially making what looked like a giant, hollow mace head that floated in the air, and was filled with rushing metal blades.
"Enough dicking around, Hagane." He growled from his position outside of the metal ball. "Your arrogance has tried my patience for long enough, and I am weary of your constant attitude. I meant to make this a civil fight, where two men could fight as such, and act as such. But your childish belittling of me has made that impossible." He placed his right hand over his forehead, letting out a slight sigh, "The sheer amount of self-assurance radiating from your form is enough to give me a headache. So I must snuff it out in the interest of self preservation."
The ball dropped. Literally. And began rushing towards the ground with the speed of a hurricane, spinning as it did so that all of the blades inside of it spun in a consistent circular motion, lashing out into the center and filling the core of the mace head with a mass of blades as numerous as t he sands in which it fell into. As it fell, the mouth of stone closed around it and shook, like a Lion thrashing its prey. Upon release from the mouth, the ball rose, rushing into the sky, and then flying into the wall of the canyon with a great crash, denting the side as it did to further limit the movement inside. A long, bellowing roar echoed forth from Bikou's mouth, and he threw both of his hands to the sky, appearing twenty yards from the ball's new location and pointing his fingers at the canyon wall, which then began to crumble and fall down over the ball of steel, forming into giant blades which pierced the glob of metal like the rods of an iron maiden, or the shinigami spell 'black coffin.' Forty times, the sphere was pierced, with each blade that slammed into it having the thickness of a human man, and a length of twenty yards. As the last blade fell, the ball shattered, rushing outwards in a tornado of blades that rushed back to Bikou-Razil's location, reforming in his hands as twin black katanas, and leaving a thin cloud of crumbled dust in their wake.[8/15] ...Beneath a silvery moon
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