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[Tenchi Tatsou]

Tenchi wasn't suprised the fighters could sense him or the other, and simply slide off from the tree branch, and freefell for a second. He grabbed on to it, halfway down the tree, and swung himself back ontop of it. He sat on the ledge of the branch, and simply looked at the Shinigami Lieutenant, and simply stared him down for a while. "My name is Tenchi. Tenchi Tatsou." he repeated. His eyes remembering the Lieutenant's face and all.

As the two began to fight, his eyes bearly kept up with them, and his temple tightened up, trying to even keep up. As they moved, he remembered their footing, their attacking styles, and even the conversation, stayed inprinted in his mind. He smirked. "So predictable.. Wait!" his eyes widdened. He saw Razil's eyes. "He.. no. It can't be." he repeated in his head. "I shouldn't do anything.. no not yet." he though, relaxing back once more. Though another voice slowly whispered in his head. He simply shook it, and the voice withered into a gradual mute. His eyes continued to scan the match between the two men. He couldn't help but be entrigued between the best of his Squad's men. "One day I'll be better.. one day." he whispered to himself. Though he wasn't one to be ambiscious, something in his head wanted power, lusted for it. Tenchi clenched his mouth shut. "What am I saying.." he thought in his head. He studied the match once more.

[OOC: Sorry if I was late, the first Para was for when you asked. The second Para is for current. Sorry I hadn't been on, been a busy week, but I'm clear to roleplay for this weekend and such. Anyway, continue, this is interesting.]

Mock's foot came flying at his stomach. The only thing that Razi,l could do at this point was to grab on to the leg. He let the blow land on him, knocking the air out of his body. As it struck, Razil's arms wrapped around the leg in a steel grip, pulling Mock along with him as he fell.

"I am not arrogant Lieutenant, merely observing a fact."

Razil's eyes flashed blood-red, excited at the violence to come.
"A word of caution my friend, I am probably not the number one person to embrace at the moment."
Razil was still attached to Mock's leg during the exchange, so his opponents body was only a few inches away at the most. This made Mocka an extremely close target for an attack Razil had mastered in his months of training within his own mind.

He let reiatsu explode out of his body, sending razor sharp spikes three feet long from everywhere, like some sort of demonic porcupine.
Razil smelled blood, but whether it was from an unseen wound he had caused Mocka or a cut on his own body he did not know...at this stage of insanity he felt no pain.

((OOC: Sorry if you consider this autohitting, that is why I left the option open for it to be a wound of mine as well. Turn the comment whichever way you choose.))

Blanching at the ferocity of the attack, Razil retreated a few steps. Blood gushed from numerous wounds in his torso, splashing the ground and making him dizzy from the scent.

A crack grew in his mental wall, fracturing it down the center and spider-webbing the black surface. At this event, Razil began to panic. It was not time to let that out...not yet.


"Mocka!" he shouted plaintively, the fear in his voice tangible.
"Please, do not push me any farther! I cannot let it loose...if I do I cannot guarantee your safety-"

As he spoke, his eyes flashed from crimson to straight black, even the whites, and back again. His voice distorted at times, as he fought the force of the monster chained within.

Let...me...out!!!
no! I must not, you will not be free until I can control you!
There is blood...I must have it...the smell of combat is strong here, you cannot resist me boy!
I must...i will...not...put Mocka...in danger!

The internal struggle continued even as Mocka and Razil clashed blades, sending sparks flying outwards.

((Don't stop, I want it to come free >.<))

Black walls closed on his vision as his hearing faded.
"...no..." he heard his own heartbeat
...no...

His vision and hearing exploded back, but tinged a deep red. Razil jumped to the side dodging the first two waves. He brought up his sword and slashed, deflecting the third away. His movements were jerky, like a puppets, and his eyes were now completely black.

His head lolled upwards, and Razil grinned. His mouth was full of teeth, sharp and evil. Evil had been unleashed.

A creepy cackle emanated from his form, echoing about the garden.
"Well, you've done it now Mocka-san" the voice mocked.
"You have unleashed my inner beast...my imbalance."

The blood that Mocka had absorbed was still a part of Razil, no matter how diluted and absorbed it was. Meaning that it still held traces of Razil's reiatsu, something he could use to his advantage.

Razil gathered power to himself, covering his body in a tainted aura.
"You have spilled to much of my blood, now suffer the consequences!"

Razil started running head-on at Mocka, Razil made a slash at him, sending black reiatsu vibrating through the blade. He cackled demonically, his face contorted into a mask of hate and blood-lust.

Razil stood motionless as the blast struck him, blowing him apart.
The body blew away into a dark smoke, flowing as thick as ash but as fluid as a gas. It blew past Mocka as a voice came from behind him.

"Tch, not so observant today, are we?" Razil came down with his sword, cackling maniacally. The body that had turned to dust was merely a clone, this was obvious as the ash-like matter that had made him up was being reabsorbed into Razil's black blade.

"Ninjutsu skills 101, clones are your best friend! My...unique...attributes make their creation and destruction just a little more interesting is all."

Razil's blade continued down towards Mocka's exposed back. There was still blood flying through the air into his opponents sword, he would have to act quickly. Concentrating, he summoned the reiatsu out of his spilled blood before it was absorbed. He wasn't able to extract much, but it would serve his purpose.

With the reiatsu, he shaped about half-a-dozen razor sharp knives, and let the momentum of Mocka's blood vacuum take them. They were now on a collision course with Mocka's torso and face, there was no way he could evade both the ghost knives and the slash at his back.

Blood flew on the air as Razil continued the arc, tracing a silver scar across the distance between him and Mocka...wanting to spill his blood...

(( Hum... There's a couple of things that's been bothering me... You don't have shikai, and yet you create blades out of any portion of your own reiatsu and even go to the extent of creating clones from your blade... Have you discussed this with Daven and got permission for it? That's not a normal thing for a shinigami to do, unless it's a part of his shikai... but you don't have it yet...
I guess the best thing we can do is act like that's your shikai starting to reveal itself and "coming out in the open"... What do you think?
The other thing, is that these powers of yours aren't even listed on your profile!... C'mon... It's not enough to RP some training... First get permission, and after the training update your profile! Otherwise you can get into a lot of trouble if someone accuses you of making up powers and abilities on the spot!

One last suggestion... The clone power... The way you did it, it actually seems like it was arbitrarily used to get you out of a though spot - that actually wasn't so tough, but you get the point...
Think of it like this:Imagine that every time you use an attack that most certainly will hit me, I just say that I flash-stepped out of harms way! How dull would that be?
You could've given a hint to the cloning ability, in one post... That way, in the next post, you could use the ability and explain "when I did that back then, I was actually creating a clone of myself..."

P.S.:Not wanting to be a pain in the a**... Retrieving reiatsu from your blood is not something a normal shinigami can do... Not often at least... Soul Society is entirely made of spiritual particles, and if every shinigami could obtain reiatsu from their surroundings, they would all be immortal because their reiatsu would never deplete!
I can only do that from blood I have spilled, and only because it's my shikai's ability... and not a shinigami's one...))

Omoshiroi... MockaDash smirked as he lifted his eyes to meat Razil's... It was obvious to him that it was not the real Razil that he was fighting moments ago, since he could felt the blood on the real one!
That was the only reason for Mock to use such a lower hadou on his target... He just wanted the real one to reveal himself!

Blood fell on top of MockaDash like a dark shower, coming from the previously made wound on Razil's torso... MockaDash was using his shikai to force the blood to tore the wound open and gush large amounts of blood, from time to time...
This was taking a large toll on Razil's body, and caused him to lose focus on his attack...

It was truly impossible for MockaDash, under normal circumstances, to be able to block an attack from the back and several from the front, with a single nodachi... But being a battoujutsu master, and taking into account KetsuekiZenchou's "Overflowing" ability, for him it was child's play!...

Itsuryu KetsuekiZenchou!!!MockaDash yelled as he began spinning to his right, and swung his nodachi in order to accompany his spinning motion... The blade of the zanpakutou released a large dark wave that spread in every direction, reaching a modest size of 1 meter, that was more than enough to completely engulf all of the blades from Razil's attack, just when they were being formed, and destroy them in the process!...
MockaDash halted his spinning motion after completing 180º degrees... He lifted his zanpakutou in order to parry Razil's attack on his back, just in time! This was made possible, because Mock didn't had to wait for the ghost blades to get within reach, since he destroyed them almost immediately after they were formed...

Such a foul and unworthy move... To attack an opponent from the back!!!... I like it so much, that it's giving me an itch!!!
Mock's head and upper torso was all covered in Razil's blood!... This helped to grant an even more insane look to him, as blood was dripping from his tainted kasa hat, into his face!

Mock's dark-blue scarf, that was now covered in blood, started moving as if animated, and wrapped itself around Razil's and Mock's blades, locking them together...
The scarf was soaked in blood, the blood that KetsuekiZenchou's was able to control, so Mock could also control the movement of the scarf!...

Make another move... I dare you!!!!!Mock said, while licking the blood that had dripped onto his face...

[Tenchi Tatsou]

"Such.. wild movements.." Tenchi thought as he saw Razil move around the fight. He could memorize the two's movements as they fought each other. "The Vice-Captain.. is much more graceful, yet.. unorthodox and a bit crazed..and yet.. Razil fights like a brute.. a crazed brute.. two crazy opponents. I like that.." he said. His eyes flashed a dark gold color, hearing voices in his head. Flashes of his grandparent's being murdered infront of him, and him passing out shortly after kept appearing in his mind. "What the hell is happening to me.." he said, looking around. He was acting different every second he spent in the Sereitei. He shook his head, and continued to watch the match. He never knew if he'd have to fight these two men one day.