The Hollow dashed at Naniyori at full speed, using the powers he had gained from his own brother's death, and brought his claws forward for the expected impact. The moment they met he intended to tear his antagonist limb from limb, with nothing but the brute force that had long been his specialty. His voice rose in an angering roar as the last stretch was closed in upon, and he was anything but confident when Naniyori suddenly shed a happy grin at him. Naniyori, who had taken up position now threw his arms forwards, using his extended limbs to try and strike the Hollow. The left arm flew over his shoulder when the Hollow ducked, and his glee returned when he leapt over the right one that had obviously been sent at his knee. Naniyori wasn't going for anything he considered obvious, however, and his arms began to retract at full force while still latched onto the ground. The momentum of the Hollow was met at full by Naniyori's feet, and the powerful dropkick managed to neutralize the impact for them both, sending them reeling. They rolled a number of feet away from each other, but both were on their feet almost before they could catch their breath. The Hollow let out a venomous yell and lashed at Naniyori with his claws, while Naniyori threw an uppercut with his blades in an attempt to dismember the Hollow. The Hollow moved his arm, however, and Naniyori ducked his head, but the two quickly followed the pace with a number of blows and dodges. One of them, which Naniyori hardly noticed, scratched across his eye while Naniyori had managed to draw a long gash across the Hollow's chest, giving him the better end of the exchange. Pulling back for a minute, they both puffed out a breath as they returned to their normal state. Naniyori grinned, though, which disturbed the angered Hollow almost to the bone. "I hate people who rhyme. But you weren't bad at the exchange...if I weren't holding back, I might not have seen the promise in you. Maybe I'll let you live if ya ask me now..." The Hollow listened to the boast, and rather than feel any respect for the empty compliments he reached what he felt must have been the most hateful feeling in existance. The Hollow lunged forward, almost at a speed quick enough to catch Naniyori off guard and four long claw gashes across Naniyori's chest were his reward. It was over, he thought, but the sickening squish a moment later let him know...even though his assessment was correct, the outcome wasn't what he had guessed. Naniyori withdrew his arm from the chest of his opponent, having turned his forearm out so that the Hollow in his rage impaled himself on his blades. The Hollow fell, beginning to fade out of conciousness as his hated foe stood above him, the wounds still fresh from his claws. Naniyori watched him faint, and paused a moment as if he were considering how to finish the Hollow. His face lightened though, and he made an obvious sound of disgust or disappointment. "Tch, you're not worth killing...maybe I'll come back sometime, and let ya be my shoe shine boy. I'll have to get shoes first though, and there's only one way to do that..."
Naniyori turned, when almost at the same time a rumble began to shake the area around him in Muchos. Explosions in the distance alerted him to the presence of something powerful, and he knew if he were in that area he would have been screwed without a second chance. The reiatsu was fairly large, obviously a higher class, and he knew that in the distance something must be letting out its heart-worth of destruction. It was possible, he thought, that they were doing it because of the nature of Hollow...to fill the void of life or joy with death. Or, it could have just been a psycho. Naniyori almost caused himself to laugh at the quick opposite thought. "God, this world is messed up. Who knows what would happen if we spread everywhere...at least, unchecked. When I'm in charge I will decide who lives, and I will force those who don't understand to obey or die." His thoughts wandered as to whether the Hollow who was now laying waste to portions of Hueco Mundo had ever had similar thoughts or not, but he decided to ignore the thought. Besides, the blasts began to slow and to his untrained senses he thought that perhaps a second power might have engaged it...he couldn't tell however, and he was getting tired. Yawning, he began to speak to himself again. "I'd better get back to my place...its in the opposite direction of the tactless idiot. I'll probably crash there and then go to the group again...its been a while, and eventually I'll have to go back..." He actually felt no attachment to the group of refugees, but he had enough reasons to play nice that he felt it necessary to stay on their good side. Of course, he'd have to start working on that good side
tomorrow...
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EDIT:686 lines + 84 of Riev's in Tra'al I just noticed.
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